Memories!

That rare glance in the bathroom mirror

made him realize time had not been good

all he had left was flashes of memories

what could have been but never was

so much had wanted to achieve in his life

but decisions made had shaped the path

never felt envy for those who achieved

their very busy materialistic aspirations

some had done well many overwhelmed

just to be better and gain more status

now broken and burned out or passed on

for him that existance had never longed!

 

Life was more than the battle to become rich

yet it was the society that was pushed hard

the mega rich middle working class and poor

to him everyone was the same a human being

but people were divided and socially graded

many with endless money a superior breed

treating the masses merely as their slaves

to do their bidding and forever rule their lives

as the majority struggled to even exist

the domineering plundered the earths resources

with no regard for damages to the environment

making their own rules with no care or consent!

 

As endless wars ravaged destroying civilizations

with most unable to sustain a safe living standard

the aging man could only reflect on his own state

he counted himself more fortunate than most

had many problems but could still sit in safety

but knew that nobody was really safe anymore

the threat of global warming and overpopulation

with an unseen enemy never far from your door

worried about future generations sustainability

always the threat of world conflicts escalating

and natures continues instability for humanity

and the path of mankind’s evil depravity!

 

His only comfort life for him was nearly at an end!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Published in: on 20/04/2019 at 19:52  Comments (1)  

Folklore!

A warm evening a suggestion of a walk

along the trail near the cottage

in local folklore said a flying creature

haunted this tranquil area

but nobody had lived to confirm tales

just a whimsical decision to go

where few would ever dare to stroll

new to the picturesque hamlet

that evening ventured along the path

a light breeze the sun shone

they felt like children without any cares

entering the darkening avenue

of over hanging trees creating a canopy

that was when the mood changed

their blood ran cold sensing a presence

yet then nothing could be seen

muttering voices could be heard close by

ahead what seemed like red eyes

watching that sensation of desperation

being trapped without any escape

trying mobile phones but had no signal

tales they had heard of a killer

that waited for anybody taking this path

but it had been a hundred years

since anybody had actually gone missing

it was thought they could be buried

no suspect was ever found for the crimes

nothing stirred as they panicked

as the path had seemed now overgrown

and the eyes started getting closer

what could they do clinging to each other

as if waking from a nightmare

then as one ran retracing their steps back

hoping it was escaping the thing

tripping exhausted screaming for it to stop

burning pains on their sweating skin

it became brighter and open countryside

gave them hope it was over at last

but falling to the dirt path a shadow cast!

 

Above them a moth like creature

screeched swooping down claws flaying

they awoke bleeding but alive

sitting up everything seemed peaceful

darkness had fallen fearful

headed home but could no longer stay

telling nobody moved away!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Published in: on 19/04/2019 at 17:15  Comments (1)  

Shadow people!

From the corner of your eye you see movement

was it a trick of the light or in the mind

had the temperature really got cold

could that be a shadowy figure you had seen

standing in an eerie place you hear a sound

whispering in your ear your frozen to the ground

terror engulfs you every noise is magnified

in the dark recesses of your troubled imagination

is this the basis for ghosts being created

panic now sets in making you break free and run

trying to get away from your nightmare

something monstrous nearby is giving you a scare

finding yourself standing on the porch

again those shadow figures appear coming so close

had not noticed your lungs so tight

skepticism starts to wane as you do begin to believe

a real possibility they could be real

but then just disappear uncertain how you feel

think you have heard of shadow beings

had never thought before they actually existed

cold scared and dehydrated dawn arrived

relieved you had mentally and physically survived

yet unlike others there that night

who did believe this phenomena was a real sight

my experience left me in an agitated state

that forever my hold on realty it will pervade!

 

Are shadow people of supernatural classification

or is there a logical explanation?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Published in: on 14/04/2019 at 00:54  Comments (1)  

Closed!

He stayed near to the closed coffin

knowing what was inside

nobody would believe the content

had to keep it contained

certain the beast was really dead

had caved in its head!

 

Under duress had paid two scoundrels

for assistance to the mine

sending it back from where it came

but as the task neared its end

sure there was a vibration from within

his patience worn thin!

 

Petrified had to be certain it was gone

the journey was hard

eventually the mine came into sight

it would soon be done

wood covering entrance ripped away

had to get away without delay!

 

Just a short distance to the main shaft

had to light torches

a hanging chain was swaying violently

the men reluctantly

dragged the coffin to a crumbling rim

the task in hand grim!

 

Shrieks and yelling started from below

as he helped push the coffin

down the shaft into the unexplored void

a high pitch sound erupted

as the rocks began to fall the men fell

down he was sure into Hell!

 

Alone now he fought just to get out alive

as the mine imploded

threw himself at the collapsing entrance

bruised and bleeding watched

laughed like a madman emotions released

certain he had killed the beast!

 

But that satisfaction was very short-lived

as the through destruction

the very thing he had sacrificed so much

strode towards his position

no chance to cry out was exterminated

the world now contaminated!

 

The slaughter would begin it had arrived!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Published in: on 10/04/2019 at 19:58  Leave a Comment  

Without You!

Why is it so lonely

without you

what had I done

felt helpless

being in the dark

everyday

ended yesterday

no reason why

just cannot cry

said you hated me

am so confused

no idea what to say

feel insane

why not explain

it so very sad

to each other bad

mutually cruel

who was the fool?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Quietly!

The man sat quietly thinking

why was he here

all his life tried to do his best

willing to help the rest

divorced with kids but alone

with few friends true

had tried to mix and mingle

in his sixties unfulfilled

with only memories sat alone

muttering in a sad tone!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Published in: on 05/04/2019 at 13:33  Comments (1)  
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Reflection!

The years have gone by

often wonder where

on reflection think why

nobody there to share

nor guide me to see

there are those who care

to feel more carefree

but of life’s pitfalls aware

is there hope don’t know

can the future change

a resolute smile will show

even if it looks strange!

 

Few notice that your low

a mode of our time

hope the sadness will go

facing the rising crime

if only more could forgive

not just wanting to fight

in peace more could live

showing real foresight

who can we trust today

when supports not found

life’s harder every day

with such poverty around!

 

Easy to envy the wealthy

but there is a divide

for our sanity not healthy

have to swallow pride

a stable society has gone

uncertainty here to stay

no matter how we all long

living is a risk each day!

 

At the mercy of unseen forces!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

How?

How do we define a human beings life

that seems to click into place

is sweetness and bright without strife

others only nightmares do face

maybe earth for some a Heaven state

many Hell just misery and hate!

 

The rest live in a struggling neutral mode

juggling their burdens and heavy load

who are just able to live not thrive

hardships for billions who do not survive!

 

#ThefoureyedPoet.

 

Each Day!

The only way to live our short lives

is to take each day as it comes

resolute to face each coming dawn

in a respectful and positive way

in peace helping others if we can

unifying people on an equal stand

stopping endless wars and sorrow

hope for a brighter tomorrow!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Published in: on 30/03/2019 at 18:07  Comments (2)  
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Slogans!

Before entering were confronted with slogans

large sprawled letters still dripping

seemed like blood on the vandalized entrance

put on their guard the trio

had no idea what to expect within structure

graffiti was on every wall

even on doors and the rubble strewn floor

a pentagram added to the decor!

 

Urban explorers found the isolated mansion

recently told about its existence

without any facts only vague information

started to investigate the rooms

full of bravado unaware of the dangers here

it was dark within a foul odor

hung heavily in the stale air they inhaled

as up the rickety stairs scaled!

 

Flooring unstable dust made them cough

cracking sounds was it natural

or did something wait in the shadows

whispering came from a room

nobody was within a ceiling fan rotated

yet there was no electricity on

after they nearly fell through the ceiling

upstairs was no longer appealing!

 

In the basement to blood was spattered

they had a bad feeling here

symbols on the walls and a cracked mirror

a ghastly face for a second

was seen glaring back at them panicking

made their desperate exit

falling onto the overgrown grassy pathway

their humility on display!

 

Sweating but shivering with cold and fear

feeling they were being observed

every sound made them more paranoid

in all their travels never before

sensed such dread wanting to get away

yet as they stumbled confused

recounting that image in the mirror seen

was terrifying and obscene!

 

They were found delirious on the roadside

none able to communicate

as the truth of their experience did hide

with morbid curiosity knew

they had to return as it had petrified them

life was about thrill seeking

often travelling all over the world to explore

an online audience wanting more!

 

On a camera that image was safely stored!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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