The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Perturbed!

Entering his garage found the car engine running

perturbed thought it very odd

must be an electrical fault what else could it be

yet held the key in his hand

there was more to this unusual event he pondered

as the bad memories stirred!

 

Only a few weeks ago had placed his wife in the car

tense as he had been questioned

so far his plans had worked well thought a suicide

she had a history of depression

plenty of pills plus the fumes yet guilt lingered on

hated her but knew it was wrong!

 

Was it just that a feeling of regret at the repulsive act

or was there more still felt her near

put aside any nagging doubts opened the garage door

reversed out had to meet his girlfriend

until his wife’s demise was known as his mistress

she would get rid of this stress!

 

Even driving to work became  an increasing problem

never seemed to be alone

at his office computers kept shutting off objects missing

his chair moved and incessant calls

but nobody ever on the other end was getting paranoid

this odd conduct co-workers him did avoid!

 

But the day did come when he swore he saw his dead wife

smelling the perfume she always wore

just before the wheel violently turned and off the road

into a tree at speed the car swerved

an unfortunate accident the police report clearly read

now like his wife he to was dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

So Close!

In my mind its wonderful when we meet

so close to you I deeply feel

our flirtatious banter is always a treat

secretly having that tender appeal!

 

But know it is only within my lonely mind

an imaginary female friend that’s all

so perfect thoughtful gentle and very kind

there when others ignore my call!

 

In the silence you comfort me from fear

raise my spirits halting even one tear

giving me the will to live yet another day

keeping that dark depression at bay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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