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