heartache

Let it Burn

A crack

in my

Mask of Sanity

loose the

bonds of

this Cloak of Civility

binding

bubbling cauldron

churning to a boil

stoked by Rage

spluttering molten blood

birthing

madness

oh trembling

trembles

from unspeakable desire

sweet, sweet the ache

I am a blaze

I am a boil

cracked

this mask

loose

these binds

take the

sacred waters

of Peace

throw,

THROW

away

lest

they quench

the inferno

let

it

now

burn

free

 

**********

Mother kills Rapist – 25th December,2014

A gulf mother, enraged by the rape of her teenage daughter tracked and stabbed her daughter’s rapist at Malalaua this morning.

Police say the woman tracked the alleged rapist to his hiding place in the outskirts of Malalaua and stabbed him with a knife four times in the back.

Charges downgraded for mum who killed rapist – 26 December 2014

Police in Gulf reported that a mother who killed her daughter’s rapist on Christmas Eve in Malalaua will have her murder charges downgraded to man slaughter.

Gulf Provincial Police Commander Lincon Gerari says several witnesses came forward and police established that the mother was acting in self-defence.

Markham Father kills daughter’s rapist – October 19, 2014

A Markham man handed himself over to the Morobe police after he stabbed a man who had allegedly raped his 10-year-old daughter last year.

Morobe Police commander Kaiglo Ambane says the man Kaiapit tracked down and stabbed a man who had sexually assaulted his daughter during 2013 Christmas holidays.

PPC Ambane says the incident took place on December the 20th when the man enticed the man’s daughter with PK chewing gum to go with him to a river near the village.

*****

Years ago I would read or hear of news stories like the ones above and wondered how I would react. Would I be able to walk away and leave it to the hands of the police.

Then I was faced with the possibility my daughter was being abused by a relative. I was filled with a rage I never felt before.

This poem came from that experience. Those emotions I felt.

I know its disturbing.

Why???

missing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cocooned

they metamorphosis

till ready

to break out

to take flight

wet winged

they emerge alas…

tis not sunlight

they find

********************

Sad thing is..it happens all over the world.

Girls, 10, selling sex

A REPORT on child labour in the country says children entered the sex trade from as young as 10 years.
The report is on the rapid assessment in Port Moresby on commercial sexual exploitation of children and children working on the streets based on a survey conducted between Dec 2010 and Jan 2011 by the University of South Pacific, National Research Institute and the Young Women’s Christian Association.
A total 175 children participated and 161 of them were interviewed using questionnaires. Most of the children interviewed were 17 years old, the youngest was 12 and 90% of the children interviewed were young girls.
“The most common age at which children entered sex work was 15 years (34%) but some of the children entered into commercial sexual exploitation from as young as 10years of age,” the report said.
“Forty-one per cent of the children were sex workers before the age of 15, which indicates that children enter the sex trade from a very young age.”

Click here to read full article

LOST

Lost

 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,

 

Hiding,

From terrors,

 undefined,

 

New friends,

Invisible

 to the ordinary eye,

 

Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,

 

Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,

 

places,

 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories

 S.E

‘For you I will’

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There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

Mad Rambling # 1

WARNING MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE 🙂

Hope

hush

 

listen

 

heart’s  flit, fluttering,

first sight,

first glimpse,

 

hope tiptoeing

pirouetting

 

lust thundering in

drums rolling

matador,

red flag raised,

daring bull to strike,

 

can you hear it

 

my heart a violin

 playing,

softly now

luring,

siren calling

 

waltz

 with me

a top a plateau

as high as can be,

around,

and around

slowly now,

runnnn,

jump

 

down

 

wooosshhhh

 

flyyyyy

soar the wind

 

up

 

up

above the clouds

between our heavens

 

gliding,

 

floating

 

waltz with me

 faster, 

faster, faster

twirling , whirling,

 

 oblivion,

 

play violins play,

 

thud,

 thunk

rustling,

bed creaking,

REALITY,

 

splat

splat

splat

 

hush

 

listen

 

violins…

 ************************

 

 

Just to Be
 
 
Just to be
Hear me
these shoulders
 heavy laden
I plod in the field
amongst
 the blossoms and weeds
send your angels
to carry me
 
here I stand
still the storm
around
and inside
me
 
arms outstretched
waiting
send the wind
to pick me up
take me to
 where you be
 
I am weary
I yearn
 just to be
send a moonbeam
for me to climb
 
no minds
no expectations
no obligations
no nothing
just to be
 
here take my heart
it burdens me
remove the splinters
lodged deep
 
hear me
I slump
waiting
my God
answer
me
 
send
 me
a rainbow
a dove
a sunrise
a promise
of what
tomorrow
brings
 
so
tomorrow
I can just be
 *********
 
 
 

In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

******

#2

 

 

BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

 On quivering legs,

she reaches the door,

frantic to escape,

the man that snores,

she stretches up,

trying so hard,

for those few inches more,

between her legs,

an aching bleeding sore,

she peeks over the windowsill,

to her picture perfect home,

 next door,

desperate for that familiar,

engine roar,

yearning for the voice,

that will restore her world,

 once more,

until the next time,

her mummy needs to go,

 to the store

Lovemaking Soulbreaker

She bites down to stop moans escaping

 nauseating lips brush down her neck  past bruises on her back,

 She holds her breath waiting,

 repulsive stench of alcohol fills her nostrils saturating her whole being

 He caresses her cheeks,

 he has slapped repeatedly

 Tenderly traces her nose,

 he makes bleed frequently

 She twitches as he strokes and caresses

over and past fresh bruises left by pounding fists

His pace quickens so does she,

she moves carefully to protect ribs kicked recently

She moves to meet him,

incase he thinks she’s faking this

Moans and groans burst forth finally free,

timed and building to release

 Together they soar,

 to compliment his masculinity

 “Was it as good for you as it was for me,” he whispers ever so tenderly

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I was hesitant on posting this piece. Anyway here goes.  Pls Let me know if you get it.

Maiya