Birth!

Had taken so long to pluck up courage

at the airport time to ponder the past

born forty-two years on this very day

now alone waiting to board a plane

did not tell the parents or try to explain

her hidden feelings of hurt and pain!

 

Knew she was abandoned from birth

brought up in an orphanage until ten

then foster homes where she suffered

abused pleas for help were ignored

attempted suicide a cry for support

in a vicious cycle had been caught!

 

Eventually she found loving parents

when seventeen and was adopted

guiding a young woman to sanity

married but divorced had one child

now grown up and turned out fine

who had brought back the sunshine!

 

This journey had to be done all alone

to meet the woman who gave her life

yet forsaken the child soon after birth

what truths would be unearthed!

 

The countdown to her heritage had begun!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Gods!

The land was harsh as the people fought

to establish a homeland

somewhere they could raise their families

in a landscape so barren

where the weather was so distressing

the civilisations will suppressing!

 

From the skies lightning and objects fell

the people afraid by Gods hand

were being punished for not praying

or showing enough humility

open to the elements they struggled to live

hoped someday God would forgive!

 

Giant beasts rose from the sea attacking them

and from the fiery land they came

millions died armies came from the stars

the multitude thought them gods

come to carry out their retribution on the meek

retaliation upon their cruelty did seek!

 

Were tiring of the mass slaughter fought back

realising maybe these were devils

not angels of their Lord as blood ran like rivers

tribes were formed with armies

that protected their own some were strong

and more earthly powers did long!

 

Soon there were areas of poor who did not grow

more suited to being servants

others were the masters who loved to lead

were stronger and looked different

created weapons that could destroy anything

with fear oppression did it bring!

 

So it remains the threat  upon a fragile Earth

as doubt grows on our origins of birth!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Car!

The city centre was busy as usual

vehicles speeding and too close

even the pavement was crowded

he noticed a large dark car

windows tinted zero view of inside

no matter how hard he tried!

 

Ended up in a large department store

though there were other cars

this one made him very uncomfortable

alarm bells rang in his head

eventually managed fine more space

but it had gone without a trace!

 

There had been no alert it stayed quiet

cameras watched every move

without privacy for humans anymore

every single action analysed

amongst shoppers roamed detectives

security was their objectives!

 

Facial recognition number plate as well

no hiding place for anybody

in a culture afraid of its own population

as the public have accepted

this constant never ending observation

of our lives complete infiltration!

 

There is no private moments anymore

twenty four seven watched

for our security is the stock official cry

but how far does it extend

birth to death our movements known

we are never today alone!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Celebrate!

As billions of humans plan to celebrate

the birth of their gods only son

this ritual revered over the centuries

those considered poor in an evil society

struggle to pay their ever-increasing bills

or survive soaring financial pressures

from the leaders of the mega rich empire

wealth and oppression their desire!

 

The rich will not have to fear cold weather

their many homes will be warm

nor the hunger at the mercy of landlords

shrinking budgets of social services

with those solely relying on charity and pity

told there’s no money as more billionaires

grow blighting this decaying merciless society

filled with more beings of notoriety!

 

A society constantly under attack from enemies

that we are told are all around us

nobody safe in towns cities or our countryside

soldiers and paramilitary police

fill the streets people forever feel under threat

earthquakes tornadoes and major fires

lights noises and unidentified craft fill the skies

what hidden agendas does this all disguise?

 

In a climate of continual warnings of our end times

as the few get richer and more suffer

the facts are never told and the majority are ruled

by those who do not care or understand

and money that could save any suffering is spent

on a more deadly frightening arsenal

of lethal weapons to destroy now in robotic control

for they are without emotions and soul!

 

May I Wish you all A Very Happy Christmas and New Year

what the future will be is not at all clear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Inside!

Who can tell what is inside the human mind

how it thinks or truly feels

up to what age are we considered innocent

or something some never are

is it through inbreeding upbringing or DNA

that any feelings went away?

 

Are many born cold without any emotions

detached from care and love

able to kill without any mercy or conscience

from their very young age

any opinions and personality not yet fused

without history of themselves abused!

 

No reasons or any remorse take another life

is this instinct deep within

when children or young teenagers display

such traits of behaviour

does it not make you think how can this be

what perception of life do they see?

 

Gone that time when from birth to adulthood

it was of exploration and learning

now those with problems just misunderstood

the tide of corruption forever burning!

 

Can some be evil before their conception?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Aware!

An odd sensation was all she was aware

a pain and the darkness

awoke suddenly alone in her apartment

as if from a deep sleep

everything seemed exactly as before

yet different was so sure!

 

On the large settee she found herself laid

adjusting her blurred vision

her pet dog came to lick the hanging hand

but never felt the sensation

concerned sat up it was then she realised

life had been deprived!

 

Her body was on the settee white and still

yet she seemed so real

the dog slowly backed away as if in fear

her husband came in

from a night shift and to her side ran

a tired shattered man!

 

She had loved him now could not touch

only watch as he tried

to revive the woman he had just wed

phoning for an ambulance

in shock laid beside her loudly praying

their pet with a ball playing!

 

Paramedics came very quickly with aid

watching expecting the light

her husband holding their fluffy pet dog

hearing every word they said

both tried everything to start the heart

not wanting her forever to part!

 

Surely it was too late life had now passed

but a weird sensation

more pain a deep breath and a gentle kiss

a warm hand gentle breath

knowing she was back alive and not alone

really hearing his soft tone!

 

Upon a stretcher drips in arms on oxygen

heading to the medical centre

heard a voice an image of her dead father

faintly saying not your time

my precious child but I am always near

later was certain she did hear!

 

Eighteen months seemed to have flown by

their dreams had come true

back in hospital for birth of their child

the problems now melted away

happily over time her strength grew

incredibly life had begun anew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Red Eyes!

It was a quiet restaurant as they entered

for a pleasant meal

first chance since the birth of their son

like a celebration

a sense of achievement being parents

to them so immense.

 

A waiter guided them to a corner table

good being out

her mum happily agreeing to babysit

first grandchild

both noticed an elderly man staring

like red eyes glaring!

 

Trying to ignore his growing presence

but could not

an evening spoilt as his eyes watched

piercing our minds

staff seemed oblivious to him there

sitting in the chair!

 

Called over the waiter to settle their bill

enquired quietly

who was the elderly figure by the door

with burning glare

he only saw just an empty table and chair

nobody there  to stare!

 

Pressing to get even more information

he reluctantly said

long ago there was a funeral parlour here

answering no more

backed quickly away as they went to exit

there he did sit!

 

Out side the atmosphere was far better

yet he still stared

now laughing his face became distorted

then he evaporated

no more did he sit shrivelled and dark

leaving a memory stark!

 

What lay in  the history of this building

why only them

had witnessed such a freakish evil being

filled with revulsion

headed home to be with their newborn

their beliefs now torn!

 

Their lives forever filled with a growing terror!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Terraced House!

The couple moved into a new terraced house

one of only four erected

built in the gardens of a run down building

soon after the woman gave birth

a healthy son was born all had gone very well

nothing out of the ordinary to tell.

 

Both were doctors living in eastern Europe

living far from family homes

one morning the mum laid on her bed

her son in a cot close by

she began to feel hot a pressure on top

not able to make it stop.

 

Unable to move as pain in her head grew

like an entity trying to get in

her vision faded she could only see static

like a television with no signal!

from relaxing on the bed and feeling fine

that pain moved up the spine!

 

As it began the sensation suddenly went

and her temperature dropped

able to move she got up all seemed fine

the child was still asleep.

on her arms saw the bruises and scratches

in nasty looking patches!

 

Petrified at this spiritual violation they left

their dreams and house bereft

with fear from that day were never certain

in the house the entity did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Is Life

Is life new from our start

a clear sheet at birth.

Or yet another added part

if reincarnated on earth.

 

Is it just one visit here

for us to get it right.

To most this isn’t clear

do we go into the light?

 

Do we have a purpose here

academics this considered.

Can religions make it clear

before our bodies withered!

 

Heaven must be a crowded place

with all the souls there.

Could this be in outer space

or another slot they share?

 

Do legends have real meaning

ancient texts and fairy tales.

Somebody has been scheming

we’ve been fed false trails!

 

Occult magic and other arts

is there a real mystery?

in our brains unused parts

missing sections of history!

 

So much we just don’t know

and believe what we’re told.

What next insight will show

a date for life to fold?

 

So many unanswered questions

as this planet turns.

Loads of speculative suggestions

as the sun brightly burns!

 

What is the real truth?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.