The Warnings

The warnings are fatefully there of  impending doom

as earth quakes are dramatically on the rise.

Weather patterns are erratic magnifying the gloom

victims increase you can hear their cries.

But underground testing still causes the threat

control of this danger has never been met.

 

    With no thought or care the rain forests are down

causing catastrophic unstoppable land slides.

 When with deep regret many people do drown

likewise as the ice melts there are rising tides.

Because of the demands of a plethora of our species

rapidly the fabric of our universe is falling to pieces.

 

    Look back even one hundred of our earth years to see

the destruction we have done is total I decree.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Music Crosses All Barriers

What crosses all barriers in a sinister terra firma

that needs no language or cultural bias.

Bringing everyone together in a common bond

music is the wondrous link to each one.

No matter  where you go friendships are made

as the exchanges and joy are displayed.

 

    Even amongst desolate and unreachable places

sounds are formalized to bring us together.

Interaction of music from vast numbers of cultures

each one equal as the music is played and sung.

Through live performances  media and internet

music downloads give enjoyment the choice met.

 

    Music is like the hand held out in a sign of peace

no words need to be spoke for that magical release.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

A Passing Moment

Life is just a passing moment in time

we come into a harsh world alone.

Our destinies set out before each role

or do we create each chapter ourselves?

S0me of us the stories are  very long

for others only a verse of a song.

 

    Can it be when our paths do entwine

this can alter the course of our fete.

Does each have an alloted essence

and  crossroads we must choose

Decisions and direction must be met

get it wrong you slip through the net.

 

    Can there really be a higher power a devine being

the creator around us ever knowing ever seeing?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Below Our Feet

Below our feet and around our habitats

creatures co-exist in the same vicinity.

Where near to me I looked enthralled

spiders spun their webs in the trees.

An urban fox roams in the darkness

man has created an ecological mess.

 

       In a continuous surge for expansion

 meadows now just images on a photo.

The rural scene is becoming forever lost

as towns and villages spread like a virus.

Our heritage and resources we plunder

but nobody will admit to such a blunder.

 

     Infinite species have been wiped out

reanimated in scientific laboratories.

Acting more like gods dabbling in creation

 self righteous and arrogant domination.

That without regret destroyed so much

man does not have the godly touch.

 

    The more we pollute the planet on which we live

the moment is near when nature cannot forgive.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Debt Collectors

A bang on the door took me by surprise

not thinking as the noise went on.

I opened it oblivious of the urgency

two smartly dressed thugs stood there.

Smirks on their empty faces as they spoke

feeling overwhelmed realising it was no joke.

 

    In a totally vulnerable state as I stared

outnumbered by this dodgy looking pair.

Who were there to collect on an old debt

not socialize pay or items will be removed.

With an air of intimidation they walked in

their arrogance shown my patience wore thin.

 

    The money owed was caused by an ex partner

but they did not care somebody had to pay.

Or else these charmers would not leave

in despair I had to loan money from a friend.

A receipt thrust into my outstretched hand 

they left getting what they wanted on demand.

 

   Remember money is the main prize draw

life comes a poor second even in law.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

The Leaders

There the countries leaders stood smugly

thinking they are such an important bunch.

Making judgements that will affect mankind

or what each conceited one seems to think.

As they lap up the medias camera flashes

their decisions helped the economic crashes.

 

    There is an undercurrent of rising unrest 

nobody knows what is going to happen.

As the few control our every movement

society has gone totally crazy on security.

Where nobody is safe but all are at fault

 afraid of shadows as the enemy is sought. 

 

    The buzz words today is nuclear weapons

who gave non main stream countries.

Knowledge of this awesome technology

that could come back to obliterate them

Power domination and lethal mind games

are real dangers not academic names.

 

    How many times in our own living years

have we come close to annihilation.

Yet lessons are not learned we blunder on

as nature bombards us with so much.

That we have no chance of ever winning

soon as one there must be a new beginning.

 

    The clock is ticking to that inevitable fate

can we change and defer that awaited date?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Bravery And Sacrifice

Endless stories of bravery and selfless sacrifice

from the places of conflicts our forces go.

We flinch and feel sadness for each one killed

every family mourns their sons and daughters.

Their lives are lost or injured for a political gain

which is little comfort for those waiting in vain.

 

   But then you hear how they want to be there

being in the fight is often why each joined up.

Maybe some because at least it was a job

though mainly to be with comrades in battle.

Proud to be in their countries military forces

yet lack the equipment and best resources.

 

    Hard as it must be for the loved ones at home

you can only respect this is their choice.

Yet often it is felt some conflicts are wrong

and the casualties are to heavier price.

But for the forcible future there is a need

until we see violence is no answer and concede.

 

   No end to mans cruelty for his own personal gain

not wanting congenial solutions rather inflict pain. 

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Under The Skin

Always there just under the skin surface

groups determined never to have peace.

What their aims are is too often debated

anybody is at risk of a violent death.

A total disregard for the publics health

covertly plying their trade with stealth.

 

    Sinister humans ready to cause carnage

faceless units out to create chaos.

The Brits seem to be a favourite target

yet visitors to the country also get hurt.

Nobody’s safe from unprovoked attacks

Tourists from anywhere and denomination

are caught up in this abominable violation.

 

    A constant dread of violence is no answer

compounded hatred is a strange logic.

So how can any solution easily be found

 is that the answer there is not one to give

With a population set to vastly expand

can we ever focus on together we stand?

 

    The dark side of our race hovers like a torment

intent on plunging us into an infinate descent.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Highways And Byeways

As a young man it was a real pleasure to drive

far fewer cars and lorries on the highways.

Little high speed traffic easier to stay alive

certainly far quieter on those byways.

Once a pleasure and filled with excitement

now a neccesity many drive with evil intent.

 

    Vehicles have become all electrical harder to repair

cheaper to change than get body work done.

Big prices on public transport politicians don’t care

as long as it privatised and more taxes won.

More cars are stolen no insurance or road tax

society running on empty gone off the tracks.

 

    Europe’s train services far in advance of Britain’s

 paying countless millions for an inferior service.

Endless work and delays for the patient travellers

we should be trend setters with our fighting spirit.

But the structure seems to be stuck in a worm hole

and this country does  seem to have lost it’s soul.  

 

   A country that had fantastic courage and an iron will

seems to have lost the ability to lead and thrill.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Around Me

Each way I looked there were couples

together as a unit as I sat alone.

Moments of depression came over me

not having anybody to feel close to.

It was like a barrier around my being

not keen on the future I was seeing.

 

    Relationships have come and long gone

in the end the emptiness takes its toll.

Even when you go out trying to mix

usually with friends and acquaintances.

knowing inside you are the only single

does make it harder trying to mingle.

 

    There are periods when we will be alone

this is a fact of our limited lives.

Some find comfort in spiritual awareness

and their space is easily filled.

Many seek the human bond and touch

to feel wanted is needed so much.

 

   Many perceive their lifespans are far too short

so proof of  life after death is sought.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.