It is coming along, the cover has been drafted, the pages laid out and now for editing. My second book of poems is taking shape 🙂
If you like my poetry and cannot wait, either check out my posts for a small fix, or check out my first book of poetry – Rhyme and Reason, if you need a bit more all in one place.
(c) K Wicks
In such a short time, they changed the way
That people think, and what they say
Dividing us up, turning friend into foe
Keeping it changing, so no-one will know
Just what is the truth, now hidden in lies
Being led by deceivers, that is no surprise
But more is at stake, than is being made clear
They’ve taken the joy, and poisoned with fear
That which was normal, replaced it with madness
Crushing the wills, and forcing a sadness
But through the dark, a sliver of hope
A chance of some brightness, no time to mope
Our strength will be needed, and good energy
To believe in a future, where we will be free
~
From these strange maniacal overlords
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
I have decided to put together another book of poems, this last year and a half has seen my need for finding reason even greater than before and it’s how I capture my mood with words. And I seem to lack the ability to present it in any form other than rhyming, so Rhyme and Reason 2 is coming soon. They all follow a theme and might be nice to have them in one place, even if just for posterity. Someone on twitter commented that they would like to see one of them taught as a lesson, when all this is over. It’s a nice idea, but I prefer the concept of ‘when this is over’.
I may change the title as it turns out there are a number of poetry books named so, which I didn’t check before naming my first! But this time I am taking more time and have a different cover design lined up compared to the usual black and white I like. I have updated my non fiction cover as well so need to get a new copy of that for new photos.
This last year has been a strange one to say the least and being able to be creative and write fiction has been difficult. Especially since some of that faction was based around a totalitarian regime being rolled out with the medi being used against us. It stopped being fiction and being honest, I didn’t want to write it anymore. I am trying to find my writing again, with a number of half finished projects lingering and waiting for their slot. Hopefully the poetry book will get me going again, and the book of short stories that needs only a couple more can materialise. I am considering a follow up book to Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere, but am not sure from what angle yet. And the novella which was so rudely halted by reality, maybe that will even find itself again.
(c) K Wicks
Something big
Has occurred
And in the people
It has stirred
A critical mass
Of thought and fear
Two sides emerge
The divide is clear
An awakening
Of mind and voice
Gather your strength
And fight for choice
Choice to dream
To work and live
What they’re taking
We can’t forgive
Or hand it over
As on a plate
If all don’t see
It could be too late
The time is now
So try we must
To help the ones
Who blindly trust
What seems to be
The darkest plan
And time is short
To do what we can
~
To reveal that dark plot
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
Ramping it up
What they want to deploy
To control your life
And take the joy
Just as they have done
For the last year
Engineering
More and more fear
Because it’s a sure
And winning way
To make people do
Just as you say
While scared and worried
It’s hard to view
The bigger picture
They’re trying to screw
But piece by piece
It’s harder to spot
Before you know it
They’ve taken the lot
Unfortunate
Too many complied
For all your choices
They will decide
So before this madness
Takes more of a toll
Take back your life
And take control
~
The time is now…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
It can’t be stopped
What now unfolds
It looks so weird
What the future holds
It’s not by accident
But pure design
We’re trying hard
To hold the line
But it’s the line
That they keep moving
Just as fast
As we are disproving
All the nonsense
And all the mystery
But can’t keep up
As they rewrite history
Changing that
Which we already knew
Convincing many
That lies are true
So now we’re faced
With a growing threat
And one in our lifetime
We have not met
Time will tell
If the numbers can see
Just what is being set
For a new reality
~
Because it doesn’t look good from where I’m sitting…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
This is a chapter excerpt from my recent published work – Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere.
PTSD
I wasn’t sure where this fit so it has its own small chapter. I also wanted to include it because before we knew of Aphantasia, my husband was actually rather dismissive of this condition. He said he didn’t understand why people were so traumatised to have this in the first place and why it goes on for so long. He can be extremely perceptive, so not getting it confused me and maybe because I had been diagnosed with this very thing, made me start to piece things together. Trauma and PTSD are different for everyone, but I believe memory and mental time travel made this last longer than necessary for me.
I had a breakdown and suffered from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – just in case you haven’t come across this term before) from the age of fourteen, then spent the next three to four years at home with just my mother. Very limited home schooling and little or no socialising outside of the house. Then just before I turned eighteen, my mother suffered a massive brain aneurysm. I’m not going to lie, it was the most shocking event of my life. Whatever trauma I thought I had experienced up until that point, was completely overshadowed. It was on my watch too, I was home late from an appointment mid-morning and found her, having to call the ambulance and deal with the initial fallout. We had dogs so I called my step-father and the ambulance left with her, leaving me alone in the house with the dogs for company.
But what I do find interesting is despite the awfulness of what was happening, a part of my brain kept functioning but in a very detached state. Reason and logic were working on a different level. It happened on a Monday, and although my older brother lived away, I knew it was his day off. So I didn’t call him. My reasoning being, I’m about to change his life forever, nothing will be the same after this. And although I desperately wanted company and to share this tragedy, I wanted him to have one more normal day. And he did, I told him the next day. So there is a part of me that does and can keep functioning when the other part of me has shut down. All I can call them are split experiences, I have access to both and took part in both, but which one I focus on can determine how I cope with them.
It has taken me years to get over that event. To make matters more complicated she survived, but not in a good state. She ended up stuck way up north where we were residing at the time, so very cut off from anyone. I was the only child left living at home and made the choice to not look after her. I left and chose me and my upcoming life instead. You may judge me as harsh for leaving, but if you knew the full background you would possibly understand. I was followed by years of guilt for leaving, having to find out what had happened in my life so I didn’t have to have it following me anymore.
It was five years later she passed away and although I was relieved, I was not left with a sense of peace for some time after. My guilt at not being there to save her, and for not looking after her kept followed me. Every minute of that experience is etched in my mind, and for years it replayed whenever it felt like it. But the whole five years it went on for too, and after the funeral. It’s for things like this that I do not appreciate having such clear memories with full imagery. The only thing I could do over the years was to dissociate the emotions that I had attached to them, gradually minimising the impact and effect it would have on me. My life is still up and down as I am, I’m just dealing with it slightly better these days.
After knowing people like me see images and memories in our heads, my husband did understand why PTSD was such a thing for so many people. Even giving me a bit of insight into how people without imagery may still be affected. He says that maybe by not being able to adequately remember or visualise a traumatic event end up leading to a lack of closure. You aren’t able to work through it and put it behind you. I know it’s different for everyone though so it’s always going to be hard to say for sure.
(c) K Wicks
Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere
It’s do as I say
Not as I do
One rule for them
And another for you
The more you agree
The more piss they take
Giving weak reason
Which are revealed fake
Those calling the play
Are infected with rot
With no moral compass
Just plugging the shot
Each one in turn
Is showing their hand
And what is quite clear
Is they don’t understand
Love or truth
Or having a soul
They don’t want equal
They want full control
Money and power
Is the game they play
Compassion is not
Something they
Have the ability
To really employ
Their ultimate goal
Is to destroy
~
Or it would appear that way…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
I find it odd
Where we’ve arrived
Insidious
And so contrived
But here we are
The goal seems set
To take our freedom
And better yet
They want you to
Feel it’s right
To give them your life
Without a fight
And then expect
Your fellow man
To give up his life
And do what he can
But you and yours
You should protect
And of strangers
Should not expect
To follow orders
Do as your told
But have a thought
And be most bold
Because from this
If we want to live
We have to question
The narrative
~
It’s normal to question that which appears as a lie
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
Some people really are thinking differently to you.
Never have we been more aware of this.
But did you ever stop to ask yourself why?
It turns out it’s not just you’re not on the same page, you aren’t event in the same book…
(c) K Wicks
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