WITHOUT YOU-NEVER!

I don’t think I can live without you

Because your company is all I know
Or progress in your absence
Because you’ve been with me everywhere I go
In many ways I have grown used to you
Your silence and your route
So I don’t think I can live without you
Even when I’m consumed with doubts
You instruct me to make moves that are difficult
And though hesitant sometimes,I obey
Because I have confidence in your wisdom
And believe every word you say
Though there are things that I don’t understand
That makes me feel to flee
Away from the reality of who you are
and what you mean to me
I have fallen so deeply for you
You are my air,shelter,food, lover,
and dearest friend
That if I walk away from you ever
I feel like my very existence will end
It's not fear that keeps me desperate
So desperately in love with you
It’s the lingering thought that I have always
That maybe you love me too
But there are times I just don’t see it
It seems like a common type of affection
No glow,no rewards,no excitement, no distinction
Just words and a perception
That is painted on the walls of my past and my present
That haunts my fantasies and consumes my time
So I can only hope that you’ll break this silence
And tell me baby,what’s on your mind
Was it something that I said,did,thought or desired,
That makes you so unhappy and keeps you so uninspired-
Are you planning on leaving me?
Leaving me,for another?
Like the ones that you give so much attention too
Though they have other lovers?
The sacrifices that I have made for You
May seem small and insignificant
But I’ve tried the best I know, to please you
So  even in all of this isolation,
Honey,I cannot live without you!
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

QUAGMIRE EXTENDED

Hunted like a wild animal

Cornered to the whims
Of a predator
She was trapped!
Ambushed
with no route of escape
To fight now
or believe the truth
Was her stark dilemma
Living in fantasy, not fact
she was inclined,to surrender
For she had no power
to overcome
Slave to her errors
And there were many
Errors of omission, that is

She was confined
Trapped and released
By her own thinking
Her mind - her prison
and her liberty
Living for the moment
When he was normal
When his Hyde retreated
And his Jerkyl reappeared
Holding on to a perception,
A delusion of memories
of past goodness,all pretention
Abuse disguised by silence
Silence of feigned respect
And hope for future changes
That she would never get

She was minimized
Like Alice in Wonderland
So small that she could not
Turn the key which
opens her door of liberty
Powerless on the inside
Defined by his perception
Maligned by his curse words
Aligned by ill intentions
She shrunk daily,to his order
And to his fists, she cowered
Too dependent to start over
She allowed him to mistreat her
And then hold her
Not believing in herself,enough
She endured his every cuff

She was crippled
By her own fears
The fear of angering him
Fears of going out
Fears of starting over
She was paralyzed by doubts
and threats of unhappiness
cutlass,dead children
and poisonous substances
Nor could she execute a plan
Isolated by her own resolve
To stay with a wicked man
And inflicted loneliness that’s judged
With no acceptance of advice to leave
To Her monster- Lover
She was condemned, to cleave

She was Enticed,
Knowingly returning
To that point of juxtaposition,
Where love and hate recline
Bowing daily to the wile
Of his weakness- inside
Hating the predator outside
Loving the predator inside
Not willing to contend
With the overpowering desire,
To endure what she had grown used to.
Slave to her habits,
And there were many,
Errors of commission, that is

She was deceived, failing to see
That there was one enemy
And she could fight,
Passively or actively
If she believed
That no gambit,
No stratagem, no snag,
Plot, ploy or artifice
Could ever befit her

Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

HE IS MINE

He may be a figment of my imagination

But he makes me smile a million times a day

He may be the subject of my fantasy

But there are no limits to what we do and say

He may be a rendezvous of my thoughts

exciting,excellent  and eloquent

with  words which  entangle each other 

in  sublime honesty and tact

He may be imaginary…

But he is mine

And thats a fact!

Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

FACELESS

Faceless 
But not headless
Known,yet unknown
Networking 
without communicating
Pulling yet pushing
inviting yet fighting,
with sacarstic expressions
of showcased credentials
histories and potentials
which speak volumes
of insecurities- maybe
Faceless but not headless
Attracting yet repelling
A parade of egoism
professionalism,
possible-domination
and weakness,
of perceptions
on a stage of imagination
that the head without a face
will be embraced
faceless,but not headless
A human puzzle
to whose humor
And to what end?
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

CENTRISM

In the centre, he stands
The dead centre of the earth
Where everything,eve-ry-thing
Revolves around him
Just like the planets,
In the  imaginations of many
Created celestial orbits,
Earth- centric realities
With epitomized  eulogies,
Of understanding,
All as infinite, as their credibility
And everything is plausible
In the absence of commonsense
In the void of oppositions
such as, helliocentrism
And other renowned impositions
So he stands boldly,
Where he’s positioned
In his earthbound,
Human-centric  vision
And without correction
He stands,with certainty
For all revolves around him,now
In the accuracy
Of his imagination
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

WITHOUT EXCEPTION

Lend me your word
To clothe
the nakedness
Of my intentions
Without Exception
Lend me your eyes
to see
The beauty
of your vision
Without Exception
Lend me your arms
to rest
In the solace
of your protection
Without Exception
Lend me your heart
to love
unconditionally
Without Exception
And give me Your all
to continue
in the hope of
Your eternity
Without Exception

Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

TOOLS

TOOLS
Tools;fools
used;misused
working hard
to accomplish
the plan of a mastermind
ignorant;idiots
act out of conclusions
and perpetuate illusions
which fertilize,
the plans of a mastermind
From bed to bed
From head to head
Raking and hoeing-truths
Forking and shoveling-dirt
Dispersing weeds of -hurt
From the plan of a mastermind
Tools;fools
used;misused
by hands of inferiority
which motivates with words
of seduction and altruism
the devil’s deed
and saints do heed
and make a priority
by casting judgement
to support
a diabolical assignment
by planting seeds
and watering weeds
from the agenda of the accuser
not realizing
through uninformed understandings
that they are just tools
used,misused and fused
filed polished and stored
to accomplish
the plan of a mastermind
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

LOVED DISASTER

My morning glory; my midnight solace
Sweet constant memory; concealed deep bliss
Most beautiful idol; stronghold of my heart
Loving you like I’ve loved you
Has torn me apart
From purpose, from destiny
From potential, of what can be
Dear Faithful,
Doubled minded affection
A greater lover than you
Now demands my attention
His arms hold firmly, my purpose and destiny
His eyes gaze upon me steadfastly
His ears listen, even to my silent cries
His voice responds to my whispers of why
He knows my beginning and my end
And no idol can compare to Christ,
Who is my new lover and friend
So you old morning glory; and old midnight solace
Sweet-sour memory; confessed deep bliss
Most disdained idol; once stronghold of my heart
I am free from your love disaster
Because I refuse to love you now,
Like I loved you
When I woke up this morning
And I refuse to love you now,
Like I loved you
When I went to bed last night
You are evicted sincerely,
From the throne of my life,
The depths of my heart,
And each thought on my mind
For, I have found me a new Lover
And you are encroaching on His space

Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
        

IMPORTANCE DEGREE CELSIUS

Thirty-seven degree celsius
is the body temperature of man
cell,tissue,organ, system
all embodied, is God's plan.
But the mentality of a people
towards the fortunate,you see,
Takes a man as a man,
then redefines who he should be
When an 8 X 10 boxboard house
with no food in the cupboard,
Hosts a man without voice
cradles a man undiscovered,
By the thermometer of importance,
An unfair measuring device
Which by material heat
chooses to fall or to rise
Bank account-figure, occupation
appearance,acquaintance,house and car
Can push the mercury to 100
Or pull it,way below the bar
The bar of status,the bar of success,
The bar of- who knows who
The bar of law and order
And what you can and cannot do
These twisted class measures,
for the man with the money,
Keeps turning up the heat
Then plummets to devalue,
the noble poor man on the street
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

NOBODY

There is a nobody
walking around
the vacuum of her existence
There is an invisible reality
in her mirror,staring
with astute persistence
arrested by inabilities
absorbed by introspection
cornered by society's perception
weakened by silent opinions-which act
This nobody
who defines her self image
who confines her earthly pilgrimage
strolls around a dateless past
of what ifs and broken compasses
This nobody
who she sees
in her nights of alienation
ponders upon an invisible
sundial of procrastination
and insignificance
that comes
from pre-empted dreams
unfinished business
dealt hands of failures
and purposeless successes
Yet in this darkness
with enlarged pupils
she gropes
for light
which will shine
on her emptiness
and give sight
to this nobody
that embodies
the somebody
that God created her to be
Copyright©2015 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI