Some times I love

Sometimes I hate

Some times I talk

Some times I will be quiet

Some times I feel pain.

Some times I feel nothing.

Some times I am tidy

Some Times I am a pig.

Some times I am kind

Some times I can be mean.

Some times I have empathy

Some times I feel pity

Some times I am ignorant.

Some times I play the game.

Some times I am affectionate

Some times I am give

Some times I am selfish

Some times I want

Some times giving

Some times I am patient

Some times I am a rearing bull.

Some times I am guy.

Some times I hide.

Some times I play.

Some times I don’t want to live.

Some times I want to die.

Some times I am strong

Some times I am weak

Some times I kick and scratch.

Some times I feel flat

Some times a bouncy spring

Some times I am out there

Some times the door is closed

Some times I am lonely

Some  times I don’t know where I am going

Some times I dont know who you are

Some times I am confused

Some times I am right on the path

Some times I am a child

Some times I am a fool

Some time I need attention

Some times a star

Some times I am on a roller coaster

Some times I want to dance

Some times I am on crutches

Some times I smell the roses.

Some times I am right in the pooh.

Some times I say sorry

Some times it is a lie

Some times I hang my head in shame

Some times I am the joker

Some times the great pretender

Some times I cant be me.

Some times I am unruly

Some times I feel trapped

Some times I laugh

Some times I am sad

Some times I am high

Some times low

Some times I am frightened

Some times I can kick you back

Some times I dribble

Some times I wet my pants

Some times I am old

Some times I am young

   YOU BE ME.

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 ♥♥

♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥

(Within this pretty little verse
there hides a fellow with a curse
that makes him very, very terse)

Stop that! Stop it now, I say!
I need no one to touch my life
or change my lines again.
My dignity and freedom are
established , Your power to project
Your will into my Self is myth,
no longer relevant to me.

(A sky of blue I give to you,
a canvas for the things you do
to show the world your heart so true)

NO! No, no, NO!
Not now, at this late date,
you cannot redirect my fate
or help the others to relate…
Argh! No! I-Will-Not-Follow
the leads you bait me with,
or dance to rhymes and rhythms
to perform upon command.

(A hint of breeze in feathered hair
accentuates this day so fair,
and leaves a feeling, oh so rare)

Stop! No more!
You shall not guide my way
with soft clichés and silly images.
You are only legend from
the shadows of my birthing Words,
I walk free of all authority,
my path is mine to choose.

(And when the day was slow to end
we traveled up around that bend
and found a message there, to send)

Enough! I say. I’ll stand no more!
I will wear no sequined syllables
or costume-cute poetic form devices.
My final form and end are mine
to prearrange, and when I have
decided, then

(And so the moral is, you see,
that many things may come to be
but when you stop, is up to Me)

Casey Mack (2005) 

With you by my side the sun is always out and i feel i can do anything
the flowers are always in bloom and the world is a beaut full place
The hard times dont seem so hard because i have someone to share them with

If I’m lucky enough to spend everyday with you by my side
The world will never be scary and dark
And i will know that everyday will be filled with joy and laughter
i can only hope i can repay it by making your world just as great
As you make mine

     “J..John,  nobody else is here…just the two of us, and that’s the truth.”  John made his way to a body length mirror which was decorated further along the downstairs hall lobby and when he looked at himself for the first time, since leaving the hospital even he shuddered at himself.

     “Noooo!  nooooo nooooo.”   That can’t be me! me! me!”  He sat on a chair nearby but it evaporated into a fine powder under his weight and he fell on the ground, crouched into himself and began to weep.  Marella temporarily overcame her fear and her eyes filled with tears.  She really felt the pain that her husband was feeling.  She came upto him and knelt on the ground and placed her arms around him.

     “John; please don’t cry.  I don’t care what happens to you, I will always stand by you.  You’re my husband and I love you.  I…ahhh!”  John Void suddenly stood up on his feet and stormed out the house, outdoors.

       “John!  Wait!  Don’t leave.  It’s not safe for you to go out there.  Please!”  But it was no use.  John had left.  Marella closed the door, her heart beating very fast.  She wondered what she should do nexT.  Just as she was about to pick up the reciever, it began to ring itself.

     “H..hello.”

     “Mrs Void, this is Dr Grinter.  Listen to me very carefully; you’r husband is not in the hospital.  Is he by any chance with you?”

     “I’m afraid you rang a little late.  John was here a few moments ago.”  Marella found her voice breaking.  “Oh Dr Grinter; you have to help John.  He’s not been himself lately.  Ever since he entered that cave, something overtook his body and now….”  Marella burst out crying.

     “Mrs Void, I can understand what you’re going through, but we must get our priorites right.  The first thing we must do is to safely capture John and bring him back to the hospital.  He is a danger not just to the public, but to himself.  Please look after yourself and let me know if he comes back home to you.”  Dr Grinter put the phone down and looked at Nurse Amesha.

     “Did you call out the announcement yet, Nurse Amesha?”

      “Yes Dr Grinter.”

     “Well, make another one.  Tell everyone that John Void is outside the premises and to remain vigulant.”

     Nurse Amesha nodded and left Dr Grinter’s surgery.

      Meanwhile, outside, John Void was suddenly spotted by an elderly gentleman.

     “Psst.  come over here.”  John Void turned around and saw him.

      “Who are you? you you you?”

     “I will tell you everything.  I know all about the cave and…that mark on your throat.Come with me and I will help you.”  John remained standing, eyeing the stranger.

     “I…I’m not myself.  I’m losing my identity and becoming something.  B..but why am I telling you all this?!”  And how can I trust you? you you?”  The elderly gentleman loo0ke around to make sure no one was watching and then swiftly opened his coat.

     “Perhaps this will convince you!”

      John’s eyes widened at the sight before him.

     “Oh my word!!  word!! word!!

      End of Chapter 7

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You sit and stare and do not care

My life was right untill you turned off the light

I had a wife, and we were so tight

Everything was right untill you caused a fight

I asked for peace but your started to bite

I took my only son out to fly a kite

You cut it lose with your big long knife

I wanted to live a life

A life without troubles

But you went to pop my only bubble

Now im all numb and standing alone

I lost my voice with my only tone

I stand at the top right on the edge

Ready to jump into the hedge

And eyt you stand and stare with a puzzling face

Then you come and save me from my falling grace

You swept me into your arms

Swaying gracefuly ready to disarm

nd so`our lives live on

With a soul that carries the Twisted truth of my life!

Please take this fire away from me
With it I don’t know what to do
You are what I want and what I need
And I burn with love for you

I have tried to stop this need inside
By throwing sand upon the fire
This inside it will not die
The flames they just burn higher

Mariaan

Two years has passed away,

Mariaan came home for the holidays,

was bored and restless,

her mother susgested she go for a ride…….

Grab a horse and go for a ride,

she opted to take the four wheel drive,

Marie warned her not to get into any spills,

especially on the steep hills……

Also told her about some contractors,

cutting timber from out the back,

and the farm manager was moving cattle,

try not to block his track…….

She drove off along the mountain way,

then down into a beautiful valley,

it was a very hot and sunny day,

as she maneuvered along a narrow gulley…….

Then engaging a lower gear,

up a steep hill she did glide,

sped down the other side,

scattering livestock with fear…….

Did wheelie’s on flat pastured land,

it was in a beautiful state,

she was still on their land,

she skidded to a stop at a wire gate……

Read the sign native land keep out,

saw the wire gate wasn’t hooked,

and there were no natives about,

surely out here I’m not going to get booked……

Besides in the far off distant she could see,

among the trees a beautiful waterfall,

that meant nice cool water,

and maybe a swim in the raw……

Sure enough the water was clear as crystal,

and there was a beautiful pool,

and not a soul within a whistle,

completely undressed she dived into the pool……

It was absolutely freezing and refreshing,

she splashed about and swam towards the falls,

baring her firm breasts against the cascading water’s,

this set her nipples a tingling……

Then she heard a man’s voice shout HEY!!,

as she was almost out of the water,

she quickly dropped down again,

couldnt hide anything in the crystal clear water’s…….

She couldnt see his face properly,

as she was looking up into the sun,

but he sure looked a handsome one,

then again he spoke abruptly…….

You better get out of there,

Some bro’s coming down here soon,

and I dont think you’ll give them a scare,

you shouldnt even be here……

Cant you Pakeha’s read your own language, (Pakeha is maori word for white people)

didnt you read the sign back there,

hurry up and get out of here,

I’ll wait for you at the gate……

She very slowly drove through the gate,

they briefly looked at one another,

in that magic moment their green eyes met,

it seemed like an act of fate…….

She slowly drove away,

as she looked through her rear vision mirror,

muttered ‘come on turn around’ then smiled oh yeah,

this was the begining of the end of a new era……………ko mutu…..finish/end…….

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Darkness, cold earth surroundings,

White blanket of ice

Melted with the kiss of sun

Warming the seed inside.

Inch by inch,

Breaking free,

The earth is raped

By a thousand seeds.

Forced fight,

To break the surface,

Struggle of life,

The coming of Spring.

Falling down into a darker hole,
a place where you once made me whole.
Now it’s getting darker with time,
and I don’t know if you can still be mine.

Shouting out without any haste-
I used to love your smell and taste.
It was bittersweet and now it’s gone-
everything you did was wrong.

I can’t live with this anymore,
being called a useless whore.
Terror is leaking from my eyes,
everytime you make me cry.

Love is gone and only fear survived.
Words that have you criminalized.
You live in the past that we had,
but the future is far to sad.

So here I go out into the light
that you kept me from in delight.
No longer will you hold me back,
and no longer will your words attack.

Goodbye to you my lost love,
you were sinking me from above.
I can’t hold on to you one more day,
these are the words that I will say.

and wondering why

all hope had been killed like this,

she has been to pastors

and praying warriors hoping

there is a way for her son,

but there is none

And a father, standing by the window,

a phantasm of hate,

suffering from the pain that

the phone-call came with,

knowing his son is the most doom

human being on the planet,

he takes it birthright,

disowns him,

Don is the new leader of the family,

as he always was

A brother, who is looking

at the sky hoping to go to America,

this all turns to a distant dreams

“Junior’s insolence to Umar.”

“Junior is the most cursed.”

“Junior wasted all our money.”

and hates his elder brother for it,

two sisters, the same

but still wonder why,

why Junior did what he did

A friend and intellect,

can wait to beat junior up,

but is also shocked at

what his best friend did

A Goodman, regretting he

ever took care of this wretch

A man also feeling the same

A girl regretting he had ever

fallen in love with a mook,

the mook still wonders what

she saw in a Macstupidton like him

they watched him,

including his mind

So there’s one lesson,

many maybe lessons to learnt

from this story,

sand, you wish to grip it tight

and it slips through your fingers,

but the main lesson,

if you dare sacrifice your source

of happiness,

you will dearly pay for it,

I gave them what made me whole,

I gave them myself,

now I am the world most accursed,

I love goofiness,

that’s just who I am,

that’s me.

                       By Ekow Kakraba