Monday, 28 December 2020

TITLES

 There is a mismatch 

that takes place in society

when those Titles

we revere most

are worn wrongfully


and those written in blood

with no connection

are esteemed 

rather than

served rejection


these Titles lauded

with innate expectations

are too often loathed weapons

of great deceptions


Ironic recommendations

 worthless words

of  condemnation

By those said persons 

with  whom

There is no connection

But, for those titles

and their inflection 


Fathers -that never fathered

Friends- that pretend

Neighbors- only of deception

Employers- of subtlety and  lies

And Lovers -that wipe away all smiles

Titles that demand honor

Titles that tell of loyalty

Titles that showcase intimacy

Titles that lie


And behind these titles

There are those who are not entitled

At all


But  bravely wear them

Wrongfully

In a blame game

In a quest for fame

In a plot to destroy

Another's name 


Titled  expectations 

worn proudly

with camouflaged realities


Names

with implied responsibility

and Power 

to obscure what others see


Some sort of 

Label-like Supremacy


To destroy,to hurt,to obstruct,to rob,to malign

with Titles

Not facts

Those Persons

Who understand only too well

why

They can never,ever relate, Them


To the titles they carry


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick


MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI

Thursday, 10 December 2020

No

My tongue

reaches upward

embracing

this buccal cavity

Then slides forward

resonating 

that -N sound

within me


She

pushes through

to pouted lips

of cycles

recycles

and epicycles

Of well rounded - O

Then pulls backward

For emphasis


It is the way

He expands his letters

before my eyes

So boldly

to intimidate me

like an invisible wall

whitewashed

with tears

graffitied prayers


You block me

until your

NO

Is all I see

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Tuesday, 3 November 2020

GLOBAL ARITHMETIC

{Member}

it does not matter 

how you feel

if you feel

what you feel

when you feel


none of that

matters

{Member}


As long as

the man 

with the globe 

on his back

can reach out

and re-SET


And it must be

pretty burdensome

Oh!

walking around

with such 

a global view

of I-


a disjointed set

in U-

this Universal Venn

Diagram


where

i- compliment 

is no more

an impossibility

or even an anomaly

outside this ironic

array of elements

of zero unions

and much

symmetric difference

and 

Me-eeeeeeeees-


the man who Power set

the globe 

and alone

has the power

to re-SET

it all

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Tuesday, 13 October 2020

SMOKE SCREEN

Who turned on the fog

In my brain

That I can't see myself in this drain

Like they see me everyday

Drinking moss water

And they have the audacity

To call me

A smoker


I have one rock in one piece

Neatly wrapped in one paper

But they say

is 10 pieces

Then call me

a piper`

Made me mix cement

all day 

for  just 20 

So I  multiplied it 

in  a paw-paw stem

Where twenty seems plenty


Is  who turned on the fog in their brain

Or is this world just going insane

Am I a social outcast

Because they block their nostrils

when I pass

Eye-dressing me

In sub-human capacity

Saying I'm low

When I am high

Acting high

When they are low


Maybe if they smoke this joint

With this black rock

They will know

Or maybe

They will see

Why they should not work

me for free

Is who really turned

 the fog up 

To smoke screen their

hypocrisy 

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

FORBIDDEN THINGS



Wednesday, 23 September 2020

SHOULDERS

You were driving on the shoulder

You wanted to get there fast

Those red lights just love you

So you've found a way to pass


A way around the traffic

Around all of the setbacks

With one left turn and two rights

This,your little shoulder hack


You've been crying on these shoulders

And your voice continuously breaks

Years of tears and problems

These loyal  shoulders take


Maybe you should  try the traffic

Just wait,stay on the main  

Don't pop your horn

Don't ride those bumpers

Resist that swear

Don't switch your lane


You bring such drama to these shoulders

and your tears have left much stains

These shoulders may be  strong now

But they can't shoulder too much strain

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick



Thursday, 10 September 2020

DISTILLERY

Bury him in the distillery

Where he will forever live on

You call him addict

You call him victim

And he calls you pawn

You cannot even think

Your own thoughts

But put an AA label on him

Throw his corpse into the winepress

For all eternity

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

FORBIDDEN THINGS

BOTTLED UP

Next to me on this floor

lie  men

whose names I never knew

and friends whose numbers

I'll never call

And a lot of religious folks

with no understanding

at all

Next to me on this floor

are neighbors

I prefer not to see

and a very twisted society

and strangers who call 

themselves family

This

my bottled up reality

that  grog my only therapy

made room

to store permanently

right next to me

on this floor


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick


FORBIDDEN THINGS



Monday, 7 September 2020

INTOXICATION

Bottle after bottle

from puncheon

to white oak

to aleze

a few cockburns 

from day to day

and these headaches, oh


they make me sway


between reality

for what I thought 

I wanted to be

is now just 

nauseating me


So,I throw  up


these self-inflicted

overdoses

of dreams

that  never 

made me happy

Aspirations

to bring out the real me

all that  I expected

this life to be


Some beers

please?


So I could cuddle

and cry

and dream another dream

by this roadside

destination

of disappointment?


Best I rock  back my panty

and pee on this pavement

to commemorate 

another dream

That was not worth 


a bottle of scream


Please

for the Liver

A survivor,

I am ,of harm!

And Cheers Oh

 to

 dreams

these subconscious thoughts

that were not worth

ah damn!

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick


FORBIDDEN THINGS

Monday, 17 August 2020

YOUR PORTION

I give you your portion

of our relationship 

today

So you can

go around with me

Like we've been

dating all along

The only difference is

this time

that you are well

informed


Just last night

we walked the Broadwalk

and shared kisses

at the Pier

we had dinner

the night before

just you and I were 

there


Remember our weekend

at Pigeon Point?

man,you swim so well!

and our hike to Paria

The waterfalls

How nature smells


Mud volcanoes

And sulphur springs

This therapeutic

love affair

would be much 

more enjoyable

If the Real you

would be there


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick









ESCALATOR IN REVERSE

This escalator

is in reverse

Who is taking my complaint?


I try to go up

but it moves me 

back to start again


Mr. Store Manager

Great Architect

Mr. Mechanic


Why does this escalator

move backward

whilst I am on it?


I see children

skipping steps

joking their way forward


And Old haters

tired of life

moving up and onwards


Religious wine bibbers

with thousands 

of communion 

in hand


And talk about women

riding up 

with my man


Mr. Architect

Do something!

I want to

schedule a meeting


Yes!

We need to converse

about  why

this escalator

is in reverse


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick













BACK PEDALING

Sometimes when the chain 

gets stuck

you rather back pedal

than halt ,in the middle

Of motion-

hurried persons

with no real destination


A little grease

might bring release

if the chain

stops slipping-

many wasted efforts

that bring you nothing


Like you are 

on the wrong path

but you just can't see that

so you start

back pedaling-

Your mind races

to those places

where bridges are

smoking 


But it takes 

brick and mortar 

and lots of pitch 

to get you there-

detour possibilities

forgiveness

facing fears


So you are 

balancing now

like a pro

in mid-air

but 
forward movements

might require 

backward efforts

to get you there


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick



Wednesday, 5 August 2020

REAL TRUTH

You wear your truth
As a badge of honor
But there is no honor 
In your truth
Like stainless steel dog tags
On a world of deception
Like red knitted stockings
You flaunt price tags
But not even that truth
Can conceal,
the pain in your eyes
Your whole  war of lies

You wear your truth
So picture perfect
But there is no perfection
In your truth
Like flawless smiles
On rubbles of pain
Like make-up
You hide those scars again 
You chant your mantra
Of loose love and letting go
Because holding on
Brought you pain
So you wear you fearful truth
To never love, again


You wear your truth
With degrees and titles
But there is no success
In your truth
Tied up in your own strings
You disassociate
With the struggle
But a million
relations 
Can reveal
The pain you feel 
Those wounds
that never heal

Because it is you
Who can't accept
your real

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick




Friday, 24 July 2020

PRECISELY WHITE

You hold my heart
in the palm of your hands
with more precision
than a surgeon
and I feel
the warmth of your pale
flawless white skin
through each vein

It is the way you hold
my hands so tightly
leaving,no room for
insecurity
That  assures me
that
not even air
can separate this grip

I know
that if I need you
at midnight
You will ride
for miles,
And if your bicycle
gets a flat
You will walk the rest
to be there
at my side

You lend support
To those who I support
And you speak well of me
So those who love you
Love me
And those who respect you
Respect me
You bring no shame
You cause no pain

The first spoon of food
in your bowl is mine
And so too
Is every minute of your time
The way
you taste my afro,
Each strand of hair
In your own freaky way
you show you care


Jealous dark eyes
Loathe this affection
As much as I loathe
ebon feet
that can never fill your shoes

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick





Wednesday, 15 July 2020

ABSOLUTES

In this ocean of absolutes
there are waves
called truths
Truths
which  embrace shores
To meet with rivers,
To take reports
directly from their mouths
Then losing motion
Transport relativity
to places
of contradiction
Defying resolutions
On its return to ocean

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick





Sunday, 12 July 2020

WHITE SUPREMACY

White men
are the masters of black love
A version of supremacy
that goes unmatched
and notably
They conquer hearts
They  occupy ebon thrones
A form of supremacy
That no other race can clone

Their majesty reigns


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick





Friday, 10 July 2020

REAL MAN

I met a real man once

His skin was pale
His eyes were green
His hair was blonde

The first real man
I've ever seen

I met a real man once
His heart was pure
His love was real
His words were true
So much appeal

So empowered
That's how he made me feel


He was
So courteous
So caring
So honest
So frank
So strong

So repentant
When wrong...

And he was
So smart
So loving
God-fearing
So friendly
So understanding
So wise
So fit
So chaste

A good fighter
An excellent surrender


I met a real man once
And often I wonder
If there are other real men

in different shades...

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

TWO CUPS OF COFFEE!

 

Two cups of coffee  

And you give me your heart  

already  

As if 
you even know me  

I think  

that’s crazy, baby  

Baby  

That you dream about ties  

to me  

And stay up all night  

Addicted  

to the good stuff  

I had you drink  

 
 

 
 

Two cups of coffee  

And you’re saying  

that you love me  

And won’t put anyone  

above me  

Like the one’s before  

Weren't worthy  

Or you never knew love  

or family  

 
 

Family  

Am I, your everything  

Already?  

Is it just the coffee?  

Or must I tilt your cup  

to see  

If there is something else  

In there  

for me  

 
To be  

So alluring  

So irresistible  

So enticing  

So good-looking 

So sufficient  

So desired 

So finesse 

So well dressed  

So worthy  

And at my best 


Your cup slipped  

your heart’s broken  

Over two cups of coffee  


Not me