Destruction!

She could not perceive the forest fires

had burnt her wonderful house down

at great expense made fire resistant

from her scorched drive watched it

as its destructive power consumed

the vast area obliterated doomed!

 

The wind had swirled in all directions

certain had seen rapid bright flashes

aimed at properties in defined bursts

as suspicions within began to mount

groups of neighbours found the smoke

was making them cough and choke!

 

In a state of panic observed those passing

stressed agitated faces with no smiles

evil crept amongst the distraught victims

unaware that it was no accident

their homes were targeted by an enemy

towards us had no empathy!

 

So the vast forests became just like hell

destruction but in a strange pattern

appearing houses were gone nothing else

like precision targeting applied

there was an organised plan being applied

humanity and truth put aside!

 

It was like the beginning of mankind’s cull

but they had no idea of this reality

thoughts nurtured to believe whatever told

never to question any authority

resistance was eliminated if not conforming

as dark forces were swarming!

 

Confused pondered was it a theory or reality?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Through The Mist!

Through that mist tried to touch you

but could not reach

how desperately I called your name

but you never replied

just inches from my longing embrace

seeing your beautiful face!

 

Just seemed to appeared from nowhere

on the spot we last touched

the heartache so strong deep inside

this was our first anniversary

thought you were coming back to me

but no reply to my plea!

 

That memory vivid our last evening

before we touched no more

your gentleness always and humanity

there to make the day bright

the lone attacker took my love away

your very essence he did slay!

 

That moment felt you had returned

before my eyes stood

our friends had gathered in memory

of your loss to our world

now believe there is but a thin veil

one day we shall take the trail!

 

You came but faded from my longing gaze!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Deception!

Is every thing that we see a deception

or maybe hear and feel

can we believe everything we are told

how easy to create fantasy

images that can be easily manipulated

our thoughts infiltrated!

 

Virtual reality is this our true existence

perpetual conflicts around us

concept of flat earth a renewed theory

aliens amongst us who rule

evil rather than good for those in control

they who never had a soul!

 

Dark governments with classified projects

creating unexplained sightings

witnessing more strange events in our skies

with increasing bad weather

programmes depicting the planets end game

with nobody taking the blame!

 

Conspiracies and false information spread

advanced technology invented

decades ago hidden from the population

weapons manufactured diseases

when it’s often said what really is out there

of the truth who is aware?

 

For us all here is this life a deception?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Bigfoot!

Throughout the world legends abound

of creatures said to roam

remote areas of forests and wilderness

tracks found and foot prints

of huge creatures that are rarely seen

or myths that had never been!

 

Like those searching for proof of aliens

and intent ghost hunters

many seek this allusive beast Bigfoot

in inaccessible places

as keen and devoted like other seekers

in the quest for these creatures!

 

Like many Monster legends millions believe

though tracks are found

the theories usually prove to be a false trail

every country has its stories

the more remote harder to instigate a pursuit

which often bears no fruit!

 

Relentless there are dedicated teams hunting

to capture the evidence

resolute in bringing the undisputable validation

it is real and not a story

danger lurks without communication or support

as Bigfoot goes on being sort!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Spiritual Frauds!

A believer in the afterlife he had a mission

to seek spiritual frauds

definitely not the first to take on the task

but that was long ago

fraudulent séance’s were still giving hope

with those unable to cope!

 

Even if they did not believe it was a chances

they might make contact

with those so dear in their lives and hearts

seeking that comfort

in that bleakest hour a medium they seek

with those gone to speak!

 

often feeling like a modern day crusader

knowing some were genuine

with the ability to sense any presence

disappointed many were fake

occasionally he met those with spirit

that he could not discredit!

 

Often saw in hotels or on theatre stages

partners acting as the audience

in devious ways to hoodwink devotees

there just to make money

with no regard for those who believed

here for hope not deceived!

 

Then the auditorium hushed not a sound

and onto the large stage

a young woman came such loud applause

what a respectful entrance

from that moment knew she was special

a quality that was celestial!

 

Drawing nearer to the front stalls she called

his name he stared as she spoke

telling him his mother was here watching

and of his quest approved

warmth filled him with her love it was true

from then their connection grew!

 

The two bonded together working in unison

to seek out any spiritual frauds

so those who seek to find truth and comfort

were guided to those legitimate

their love evolved and eventually married

onward their devotion carried!

 

Bringing inner peace to all those who believed in spirit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Was There A Man?

Was there a man sent by an all mighty god

to save and guide humanity

his own son here in a harsh roman period

talking to thousands of followers

creating miracles and healing the sick

was this real or just a clever trick?

It is not for me to make any conclusions

millions believe in their religions

though used as a reason for terrible violence

no way can I judge just quietly observe

can it now unite every people and bond

comfort those who feel wronged!

What I do not understand is the wealth

when there are many with nothing

where is that humility are we not all equal

to share the fruits amongst the flock

mother earth is our church not a dwelling

this thought I find more compelling!

As this season comes to that special day

peace and unity for this I shall pray!

The Foureyed Poet.