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