Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Vocation!

She was young yet acting so tough

seemed older than her years

rich beyond most people’s dreams

was alone in a wild vocation

not the usual burden a teen faces

but with gusto embraces!

 

On social media confronting the foe

much pressure on her shoulders

already enemies looming into focus

wanting to be with the money

leaches adding to the burden of fame

if she flops wont take the blame!

 

That exterior has shades of maturity

family support and protection

voice of an angel a wisp of devilment

sixteen she has that presence

an innocent aura that will never fade

on a pinnacle erect or parade!

 

She stands out from the other clones

still vultures circle to pick the bones!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Vocal!

He had been a vocal critic of the government

trying to expose their lies

that the people accepted as the gospel truth

knew he was being watched

certain it was not paranoia nowhere to hide

his privacy was being denied!

 

His video channel censored and taken down

found it hard to be heard

began to feel his life maybe in grave danger

still determined to speak out

as agents began rapidly closing in on him

knew getting real facts out slim!

 

Began to shut himself away kept in contact

with the others in his circle

who became known as the hard resistance

telling what was really going on

with little success as the public in a bubble

unable to see they were in trouble!

 

Most wrapped up in themselves unable to see

a bigger picture of a society

those divided and trapped by social injustice

wars destruction of nations

where the innocent were continually dying

as upon us all they were spying!

 

He was a sincere man who loved his family

but he was found with his wife

daughter and pet dog slaughtered at home

the official line he was the killer

murdering them then committing suicide

but his friends knew they had lied!

 

All his files and documents were missing

yet the conspiracy was accepted

for most of the population it was shocking

a tragedy but what happened

main news outlets clearly said it was true

so no official enquiry would ensue!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory or fact?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Hell Cave!

Deep dank low and dark narrow tunnels

eventually led to the altar

where devil worship had been practiced

within its cold lonely interior

unspeakable deeds and sacrifices given

the one they seeked had risen!

 

This was what had been told of hell cave

carved out of the hard granite

split in chambers claustrophobic and cold

part of an evil rich mans club

women brought here as part of their fun

from the light of gods sun!

 

With many deaths spirits were trapped

unable to find that peace

the present owners would not divulge

if it was still used for the occult

on those days doors were locked tight

when only a few had an invite!

 

Several times a month ghost hunters

were freely allowed to roam

entering into an oppressive domain

to seek the tortured souls

manikin’s depicting passed events

in the void your fears it vents!

 

Looking like ghosts ready to pounce

the cave sloping downwards

narrowing as you reach the final part

where the altar is situated

in the centre of a circle used for magic

for victims the ending tragic!

 

In this atmosphere the group staying

were subjected to screams

voices around them and objects throne

high electro magnetic readings

even though the electricity was not on

the possibility of contact strong!

 

Adding to the rise and drop in temperature

making them feel unwanted

and a shape of a human seen and captured

on an infra-red still camera

were glad when dawn came and could leave

exhausted it was a reprieve!

 

As they left to check all the evidence collected

on the experiences reflected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Embedded!

Embedded on an ancient stone monument

an unusual symbol was clear

though worn down with the passing of time

close to a small stone circle

there was a feeling of enchantment within

and prickling on your skin!

 

Invisible to our peripheral vision illusions

surrounded our small group

it was like a gathering of robed figures were

trapped within these boundaries

laughter wafted on air trapped in this space

centre of an ancient power base!

 

Overwhelming and wonderful but suspicious

uncertain of what we had found

cautiously moving about ancient monoliths

more symbols were clearly seen

showing wizard like figures in pointed hats

wands in hand and wide-eyed cats!

 

An ancient cult of sorcerers once gathered here

not a destructive force

but a magical supernatural presence held

for centuries in the circle

still living on in another plain of existence

for eternity the possibility immense!

 

Where it seemed to retain a spiritual purity

that each could embrace

the longer their stay the harder to leave

this energy being absorbed

long dormant emotions began to emerge

through a metaphysical surge!

 

The sense of being themselves engulfed inside

together knew they had to leave

with an enormous combined strength escaped

back into reality of  present day

in wonder knowing what they had discovered

reluctant it would be uncovered!

 

But they knew within them the change had begun!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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