CROSSED LINES

You say

I lay my life on the line

To disrupt your day

And put myself as a shield

To bar

 your passageway

And that I do 

uncommon things 

To attract  your views

Or even pose 

for combat photos

On headline news

But you have misaligned

this life of mine

with your outline

because a breadline

with a deadline

that is redlined

on the sideline

creating timeline

is the bottom line

of my lifeline

And you are out of line

If you feel

it’s about your time

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

CODED NUDITY

This naked suit I wear

In the suburbs of the city

For my life,I do not care

If you jail nor if you kill me

Without ammunition

or bullet proof

I stand in the middle 

of the street

With my constituents

And those who feel 

These tears of dread

I weep

This naked suit I wear 

To send my message

For all to see

And without conscience

Or guilt

I decorate the streets 

with filth

I scream to the top of my voice

In this deaf system’s ear

I shout,I cry and I bawl

But will anyone hear?

This naked truth I bear…

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

LOYAL LIP SYNCS

Your lips move

more often than 

they need to

You pledge allegiance

but I know 

there is no loyalty

in you

You make promises

But disappear 

or grow cold

When the time comes

 to fulfill them

Open arms and gestures

Which can fool only 

children

There is no loyalty in you!

You just fill up the air waves

With your voice

And fill up my ear drums

with your noise

You say 

what you need to say

To seem 

who you need to be

You say what I need to hear

And it’s all lip sync

Because Loyalty 

isn't there in your actions

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick