Til My Heart Burns Out

I’ll hold you
Til my heart burns out
My lips not speak
And
My eyes won’t cry.

Then and only then
Will I let you go
Free
To be in eternity.

I’ll still be there
And
Together we’ll share
A love so strong
Not a word or a universe
Can keep us apart.

For you, you see
Will always be
A burning
A burning in my heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Riches

Riches found, riches in every way
Looking out onto riches
To the end of the day.

Riches are all I see
Riches free
Riches for you, for me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Every Morning

Every morning I open my book
Writing
The words given to me.

Every morning I think about living
Life
Free with courtesy.

Every morning I see
A different morning
One
I make it to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Let Me Be Free

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Let me be free
Free to accept life as it should be
Free to be the one I want to be
Free
Free to be me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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All is Beautiful

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Let Me Be Free

Let me be free
Free to accept life as it should be
Free to be the one I want to be
Free
Free to be me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

My Heart Sends The Word

My heart sends the word
To those that want to be
Free and deep dark
In the sea of cordial ecstasy.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Darwin The Ikea Monkey

Courtesy of Bronwyn Page

Darwin the Ikea monkey
Born neither wild or free
But in captivity.

It’s always been what he’s seen
Raised like a little man
Brushing teeth
Sleeping arm in arm
With a dedicated mom.

Life was good
But not the way it should play
Until that day on the way
To do a little shopping
He got out.

And in the Ikea parking lot
His life changed forever
Forever
That day.

They whisked him off
From the only mom
He believed was the one
To show him everything
He needed to make his way.

In a cage with other ones
He learns to be not a little man
But a monkey who can stand
And leap from here to there.

The sad thing is
He’ll never be
A monkey
That is free.

It’s not about you or me
It’s about how can we
Make him what he should be
Free.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Nothing Comes, Nothing Said

Nothing comes, nothing said
What to do if nothing read?
Pause a bit, regroup and think
What’s important, what will happen?
What would bring you to the brink
Of salvation in your quest of harmony
When to past lives you do regress?
What’s to be?
Will we ever, ever really be free?
Not much said, a little read
So on we go, on we tread.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Knowing Most What Is Best

Knowing most what is best
Then we can securely rest
Proud we are, there we be
In all our glory set ourselves free.

You can go
I will stay
Dance to life
In my own funny way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012