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I Found You by Lisa Jewell  Atria Books, 2016 352 pages I Found You is a mystery, suspense novel with different characters, each with their own story to tell. Alice finds a lost man on the beach when she’s leaving her home and hands him a jacket for the cold. By the time she gets back, he’s still there. He tells her he can’t remember anything so she invites him to stay in her place till he gets his memory back. Her children name him Frank for the time being.   Meanwhile, Lily has been married for weeks, so when her husband doesn’t come home one night, she panics and seeks help from the police. That’s when she finds out the man she thought she married is not who he says he is.

The moon guides it across the sky white light in soft flashes go unnoticed look up to observe the pink blankets in the twilight look and breathe in sounds of crickets shouting at the navy blue. 'Bring back the sun,' they say. The star comes only once, that is all the moon will send.

Their swords were born of the flesh and armour the patience and resilience of thousand storms; brought knives made of fired clay for others to fight but they were not understood. Their mouths spat madness and wisdom their thoughts enemies and their children the unity of fear and acceptance. They dropped their swords and rested drank from cupped hands and washed their faces with mud. People thought they were done so they took their weapons and ran. another war to win, these men, behind closed eyes a victory unbeknown to man tears of joy and tears of confusion. They look weak and dry but their eyes are flaming. Ask a wise man what they did and he will say they did not place a finger on the world nor did it run from them, the world was not worth their time, they fought battles in their minds. If you enter a house to burn it down you will burn with it, become part of the world, then the world has conquered you.

The Ugly Ones Refuse to D ie by Habib Yakoob Spectrum Books, Ltd, 2004 75 pages When Jude, a former politician, returns to Nigeria with his wife after spending six years in the United States, he’s sucked into the political realm he once tried to escape by his old friend, Esam. This happens while Esther, his wife, rambles about her obsession with the idea of living in America and how she hates the fact that they left. This drama depicts the deteriorating democracy of a country due to its political corruption on a lighter side. It focuses on politicians trying to establish their place in political power by any means necessary. These are the ‘Ugly Ones’ as they always re-emerge; turning what is meant to be a democracy upside down. They simply refuse to disappear, like Jude. After looting millions from the country, he still showed up again, refusing to step down for good. It distinguishes between the good and corrupt ones and what convinces them that their way is right. Mo...

I was born running out of time in a world where nothing can be mine when will we realize it's a sad world for rich and unkind? I was born in a good gone bad box of decaying porous sand when will we realize it's a sad world for the dead and despised? I was born under the shadow of death a burden of fire and stones on my head when will we realize this illusion is for the dead, rich and unkind? I was born in a facade called despair danger and grace, a gift that we all share when will we realize there's nothing for smaller minds?

  The Art He draws it under a bridge of isolation, his pencil is blunt.

The Bridesmaid by Ruth Rendell Hutchinson, 1989 304 pages Philip Wardman loathes violence and everything that has to do with it. When he meets his sister’s bridesmaid, Senta, who is identical to Flora, a statue in his garden, they fall madly in love. But the problem is, she wants him to prove his love to her by murdering someone.

Fear is a demon of multiple voices I don't know which is which the terror bouncing around the corners of my mind. Sadness comes like a thief in the night to steal my will to live and leaves me with a waterfall of tears I cannot cry. Anger is the spirit of pointless defeat my rage the chaos of my own mind and I'm the only one left to witness it. Hate is my murderer patiently waiting to manifest. The devil in me. Death is sweet release or painful sleep, dreaming of playful sheep.

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Roberts Brothers, (1st Volume) 1868, (2nd Volume) 1869 527 pages Little Women is about the journey of four sisters as they grow from adolescents to adults together after the Civil War in America. It was originally published in two volumes. Meg (Margaret), Jo (Josephine), Beth (Elizabeth), Amy Curtis, and their mother, Mrs March are the main characters of the story. This novel is very complex; each chapter is like a short story from a character’s point of view. This style really adds to the development of the story and you get to grasp who they are as you read on.

My soul is winter under the sun, I tremble with the cold that the melted ice has left me, alone. The warmth I held in my hands like a bird with wet wings, my frozen hands. In a desert where rain falls like buckets of blazing water my eyes know only the darkest clouds. Even when the sun shines to burn my back I look deep into it, to blind me so when the blue sky comes to greet me in the deadness of each morning I would not see it.

The cause of everything is the same as the difference between the world and itself. It's like a constantly changing, evolving mixture of hate and love for mankind. By itself, for itself it kills itself and loves itself. And it ponders on its own axis. Its everlasting view of the sun and the universe. It cries for more and haggles for less. Its slowly deteriorating existence will not let itself die. It must extend itself to peaceful colonies and destroy to recreate and destroy again. But now, we must go along with it to survive. To be what we call breathless, blown away. Sadly, blown away. Sometimes, we feel as if it's a must to be the same and mandatory to be different. It has always been the earth- in our sight- tricking our minds.

It's never been colder than this she looks outside the rain only touches her feet the wind freezes her teary eyes. 'The magic of death,' she says 'is its power over reason, and the few that are blessed use its door to freedom.' You reap what you sow so birth reaps the inevitable journey to the world below or above- those that are able. Her spirit remains unconquered, she ignores the sadness far away she looks up to a void and ponders the sky is more black than grey. This heavy rain never stops she knows she is a cloudy sky her tears are bloody raindrops falling from a wounded soul and mind. 'The logic of life is purpose the reason for death is life.' Her reasoning is worthless grief of lost love is a blinding 'light'.

Endless Road Stop telling me it's over my heavy load I'm almost there on this empty road. Night's cry outside stars on the floor stop telling me it's over this endless road. I'm on my own the ground is ice cold I'm almost there my heart is gold. Stop telling me it's over I don't want to know the sun is enough fire to burn these bleeding souls. I shall not run  I walk alone no one to run to on this deserted road. I heard it's true that stars begin to fall outside there's no use if right is wrong and wrong is right do you see? I've had proof the stars begin to close their eyes I never knew I had to run a thousand miles do you agree? Stop telling me it's over if my heart is cold I want to live to see the end of this endless road. Night's cry outside darkest before dawn stop telling me it's over I already know.

Over & Done Searching for the light of day some say it doesn't exist find the sun now before it burns out some say that's not the case. What a waste of time down the wrong road  with the fastest cars having to run back with all that you have well, time is up. Too late. Do you know that it's over? They're closing the doors I told you before. Do you know why it's over? Why does the world have to end? Because we pretend that we don't know that it's over. It's over and done.

Where did you go? I was walking far before the clock told me I was late before the morning was my enemy and the light broke my breakfast plate. Where did you go? I was waiting, slowly the doorway closed, shut. The window was locked by the dogs outside, who heard the gunshots? Where did you go? I'm jealous of nobody  except the tiger's bite, the ink in my hands and the sword at my feet tell my enemies they have to fight. Where did you go? I'm uncertain that  I'll finally get my prey but as long as I'm tall and as fast, I can run and mother's on her knees to pray. Where did you go? Where did I go running  from a person I call myself? Confused, disoriented by a mist of indifference like burned books on a shattered shelf. 

Broken 'You've got to fix it, you have to fix it', I said to myself. It can't stay broken for too long broken pieces -like sand- on the floor broken TVs are broken. Did you see it? It was cloudy as the days we pray for. Plain and intricate, it makes my eyes turn, my head spin. The  buzzing sound of pressure and heat and quiet darkness, then it goes off. Did you see, hear that? What it said? It reminds you of those days, they remind me they aren't mine, crushing every medium of the static faith in time. Is it a crime to be  a broken TV? 'You have to fix it', I said 'lest the cloudiness leaves me dead'. I'm tired of talking to myself alone, to the voices in my head it's smashed in that sound is maddening it doesn't work like it should. Red, green and black were the colours of my pen and those crystal dots floating around in the air that TV screen was blank ...

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway Charles Scribner's Sons, 1952,  127 pages The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingway’s most credible works as an author but it was his last before his death in 1961. The book’s main characters are Santiago, Manolin and the marlin. It’s about an ageing fisherman, Santiago, who goes 84 days without getting any fish. He is mocked and laughed at by the other fishermen because he is considered the worst kind of unlucky ( salao ). Santiago has a relationship with a young boy, Manolin, who had been fishing with him since the boy was five. He moves on to a more profitable boat when Santiago’s luck dries out. He wishes to fish with him on the 85 th day but Santiago disagrees since Manolin is on a ‘lucky’ boat and his parents wouldn’t approve. Santiago goes out to sea alone so he can prove himself to Manolin and the fishers. He catches a large 18foot marlin which drags his boat into the middle of the sea. By the time he kills it, it...

Ignorant of Ignorance A stupid man walks down the street as a stupid man, up the hills as  a stupid man. He climbs his stairs  like a stupid man and when he falls, he stands up again like a stupid man. The stupid man has no boundaries, no limits for his stupidity so he thinks his feet are in the sky  and his head in the stars. The stupid man says he wants to fly  but forgets he has wings. When he flies he decides that  the clouds are too high to reach. Stupid man, oh! Stupid man, do not destroy humanity. It is sad that mankind depends on people like this stupid man. You see, the stupid man thinks he is smart and everything else is stupid. He is ignorant of his own stupidity so he does not know  that he is a stupid man. He walks about without understanding the nature of  Life. So what does he do? He calls it stupid. He does not know because he doesn't want t...

Fear I'm scared to death, the night came too soon nobody’s here, it's just me and you God is watching, I can feel His eyes from my back to my neck am I done, will I be done when I am? I'm scared to death no one’s listening to me I'm alone in here this room, all I see is my books that I can’t force myself to read am I done, will I be done when I am? It is too silent in this room of mine company is scarce these days the pressure of silence full of my fear of what I don’t know  will happen next.

Innocence The sun never gives me time to rise her coat was cut according to her size he says ‘give me a red rose, I’ll make you shine’ don’t buy a car with no test drive. Outside is old, my eyes are new the more her hair was cut, the more it grew he wanted something, she  never knew don’t use hard work for an excuse. The night never gives me time to rest she’d do anything for success and suddenly, an accident the lesser the mistakes, the less you get My plate never feeds me, time to eat her mind was slow, heart quick to beat he’s washing his cotton bed sheets don’t buy a book you can’t read. My book was burned, one page was left she wrote a story called ‘Innocence’ he changed the story, a different pen if the sun is watching you sleep, don’t pretend. Time to rise time to shine time to die life is a story read by different eyes. Time to live time to see time to believe life is a test for the mighty.

Stupidity I thought the sky was falling down I ran to hide, it was dawn. I had two leaves, green and brown. I crushed one, the wind carried the other away, laughing at me, on its way. I thought the ice  was dying, I tried to save it's poor life. It starts to cry I cry as well the dead ice fell in the sink, it was draining away. Now water, it was draining away. I thought the wine was blood made fine Mother was kind her reasons why, 'it tasted fine your eyes will shine'. Why would you take someone's life away? For a drink, why would you take it away? I know my life  was never mine a borrowed truth, a thin line between what i see and what will never be  right in front of me, only in my dreams.. I wake up to see my stupidity blown away. It carries on, on it's way.

Mindset  Danger, danger everybody’s looking for you danger, danger don’t get into any trouble danger, danger nobody knows I am a criminal danger, danger hide behind the broken wall danger, danger tell me what you’re looking for danger, danger nobody told me I am a criminal I am a criminal call the police lock me up and throw away the key send me away on exile to an island where I’m safe. I am a criminal can’t you see? locked up in my own customized prison the world’s upside down turn it around well, I am a prisoner danger, danger everybody’s looking for you so hide among the crowd.

Atonement Gathered around the fire, they sit to pray. they have only a loaf of bread to share gathered around the fire our prisoners long to fight for their freedom to see the world they have never seen we have never seen it will we, ever? They sing hymns and clap their hands to the rhythm of their hearts the peace they feel, compared to our earthly quiet, is sustained by their faith but held captive by the boundaries of their wealth behind the prison bars seeking salvation. Gathered around the fire, the sun comes up revealing the clouds hovering above them as we are awakened by the fire from our sleep even the day doesn’t know what it will bring to us but they are still sitting gathered around the fire the wind blows , the rain falls, the sun shines for them to see but they still sit gathered around the unquenchable fire singing hymns in persistent prayerful spirits and we watch them some will join them som...

Tangerines There's a whole in my pocket That's why I don't keep lose change There's a soul I've been saving I  hope its  locked in safe I don't want to be broke I sell blades for a living Can I read you a story? 'I wonder if that's okay, I guess Well don't judge I'm not a good storyteller There's still more that I have to say', I said So I told her my mystery And she didn't hear a word I said so I walked away slowly And guess who called me back Raymond, tangerines Of course he gave me tangerines There was never a day That I didn't pray For my Raymond and tangerines So why'd you come here my old friend? You put me back to sleep Tangerines, you put me back to sleep I knew you'd hunt me down But I thought you would leave Before me I knew you'd come around To put me back to sleep Tangerines.

Poet's Prayer The night is young And so am I The sooner, the better So start it right Too late or too early, There's never time The weight of the world Makes it hard to run On the rough ground Under the laughing sun So my story Has just begun I have an unsung rhythm You right the song.