Strong and loyal seeking in you tonight
Power and beauty found deep inside you alright
No matter the climate or beat of the heart
Magnificence reigns here and is part
Of all wonders found there in your heart.
What have you seen?
Who do you know?
Nothing it seems depends on this now
All that matters, transgresses or bestows
Is felt on the matter here before
Rising up welding courage and lo
Strong and loyal are still seeking below.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tremendous is the word I see
Nothing else will ever be
Put it down to what has been
Let it go, see it spin
Reeling back around again.
Not just once
But back again
And there again
Again again.
See it spin in front of me
Reeling, reeling back around
Not just once but all around
And round again
Tremendous is what it is to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
If you talk a lot
You say a bit
It may be factual
But is it legit?
You don’t need to speak
Everything you think
Only that, that
Spreads the word.
Make it what you need
Even if its just a little bit
Maybe just a seed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Challenge the inevitable
Make it seem
Like you and it are one
And what was wanted
In the scheme of all things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
May Your Christmas be Merry and Full of Delight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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
The morning comes
In morning bright
Cancelling out
The darkness
Of the night
Pushing thru
Into morning light.
New beginning
New delight
No more darkness
Of the night
All is fresh
Burning bright
Here
In the morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
This is a time
When sadness is ashamed
We did not fulfill
All the promises that needed be.
Nothing has gotten done
Nothing, empty, hollow
Reaches out begins to swallow
All my heart wants for tomorrow.
Nothing left, just empty sadness
Weighing heavy on my chest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
My journey is not over
Yet.
More things to learn
And forget.
Special
Is the time we have
In this life we love.
Never
Ever will forget
All the people, friends
I’ve met.
Journeying on a path
Filled with no regrets
Only love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
The season is full
Of joy and revelry.
A joyous occasion
To see and be
Kind, compassionate
And full of sympathy.
Yes, this is the season
To be the best me.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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