Petrified!

He awoke gasping for a breath of air

petrified at his dream

in the darkness suddenly felt panic

flicking on the light

calmed down but stayed perturbed

being very disturbed!

 

What had he dreamt of still unclear

why this growing panic

got up his chest tight was freezing

silly unable to understand

it was a nightmare it had gone now

to his own doubt would not bow!

 

Had a coffee to reflect and chill

even on the kitchen stool

had the urge to escape and run

but he was on his own here

in the top floor luxury apartment

his mind about to fragment!

 

In the dim light and rare silence

heard a noise close by

not feasible just himself was here

remembered the image

that had made him wake in dismay

she stood in the doorway!

 

He turned had it been a premonition

that same cold dead stare

a long bloody nightgown knife gripped

before he could make a gasp

his eyes saw the blade thrust down

in his own blood would drown!

 

This was the third time they were called

it was becoming a regular visit

each time a young male was found dead

yet no marks on the bodies

on autopsy heart attacks the conclusion

which caused confusion!

 

No history was given to the new tenant

as he happily moved in

very content at the very reasonable rent

would he to die within?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Remember!

What has changed over the many centuries

brave men and women volunteer

to serve and fight for their countries in wars

thrust into those endless conflicts

giving their lives souls and many body parts

there after breaking families hearts!

 

Peace just a word that has been used to entice

those with that pride to protect

the humanity that they are each a small part

who are willing to suffer and die

through shocking hardships and real brutality

yet can man change his mentality?

 

While those who instigate plans profit stay safe

and weapons from nations kill

those they say their freedom fight to protect

lines are blurred who is the enemy

millions continue to be eliminated on the front line

the end to the butchery no sign!

 

Another year has come when we remember them

the fallen graves spread over the fields

some its only a name many there is no name at all

giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives

yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow

the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!

 

I remember those who believed in their loyalty

without question went with pride

hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity

through their armed resistance

yet still wait for that moment of world unity

that final end to so much hostility!

 

In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Rumours!

The rumours spread as the clouds swirled

each minute danger grew

that maybe there was more to the weather

as the skies screamed in anger

certainly was not a natural act of nature

but a man-made disaster

had brought such terror and destruction

was the growing deduction!

 

Increasing hurricanes began to formulate

as the population began to die

unimaginable weather patterns emerged

clouds combined with earth

the landscape rapidly swept away in floods

all infrastructure obliterated

weather was added to the misery of living

who upon man could be so unforgiving!

 

Around us there is darkness expanding fast

what evil upon us has been cast?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Band Of Seven!

Strapped into seats on the federation prison craft

held tight and secure waited

classed as dangerous rebels on a one way trip

to a distant prison colony

on a barren planet inhospitable and volcanic

to those there seemed satanic!

 

Somewhere that nobody had ever returned

they glanced knowingly

none had any intention of heading there

all had a chance to meet

when on remand a plan was secretly devised

their escape had been analysed!

 

Even in the far off future money was power

these fugitives soon to be

freedom fighters against a brutal federation

this prophecy yet to be realized

their shackles released by a bribed guard

who provided an override card!

 

The band of seven were now on the loose

a distraction had been arranged

one an expect locksmith and known thief

guided them to the escape pods

soon after a short skirmish they ejected

from their prison disconnected!

 

Into the void now with freedom flew

yet with huge uncertainty

their plan to get away from injustice

though two were criminals

united as one their bravery did tower

against a vast corrupt power!

 

Agitators to be removed orders given

by the supreme leader

false charges to make it legal for arrest

had to continue their opposition

now fleeing hoping for a miracle to show

their supporters to grow!

 

With their captors beginning to close in

before them a vast space craft

loomed into the groups disbelieving gaze

huge just drifting in space

its awesome design made their skin prickle

the adrenaline no longer a trickle!

 

Weary in their approach in case it was a trap

found the airlock and boarded

soon realising this was an abandoned ship

the gods had smiled upon them

certain a powerful force guided their actions

this the first of their infractions!

 

Entering the bridge in awe of this alien design

ancient technology yet superior

to any of the federations space battle cruisers

without touching anything it lit up

a voice in english welcomed the new captain

and crew to the Libertain!

 

Their crusade for justice and liberty had begun

now they fight or die until victory won!

 

At hyper speed the seven headed the charge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Decision!

Out of breath he staggered to the edge

not realising the sheer drop

in turmoil uncertain of what to do next

he sensed the men were close

it was meant to be a short break away

sounds here he could not stay!

 

Nowhere to run made an instant decision

there was a river far below

so jumped that was how desperate he felt

better to die than be captured

time seemed to stop closed his eyes tight

hit water adding to the plight!

 

A fast flowing river pulled him underneath

choking trying to breathe

keeping his head above water stayed afloat

until the current eased

to the rocky bank weak managed to crawl

in a muddy pool did sprawl!

 

The rest was short he could hear the dogs

an awful emotion terror

he had only asked them being lost the way

from a friendly request

they suddenly tried to drag him from his car

drove away did not get far!

 

Their shotgun pellets smashed into the glass

then bursts the rear tyres

now out of control swerved into a nearby tree

instinct gave him flight

the adrenaline gave him the strength to run

but began to feel he was done!

 

Somehow managed to stand and slowly walk

realised the pain in his arm

this was what kept him going he was the prey

for some crazy hunters today

almost crawling up and over the crest of a hill

with all his being did he will!

 

Could see a road some distance down below

a steep slope the barrier

men and hounds were closing in a shot fired

if it was his end it had to be

forcing himself over he started to roll faster

of his destiny no longer master!

 

Agony had permeated his body to weak to cry

he lay broken in a ditch

through blurred vision saw a lorry approaching

no longer caring if he existed

losing consciousness never saw the vehicle stop

nor hunters observing from the top!

 

Several days later awoke in an intensive care ward

relived he was at last safe

until he saw one of the hunters sitting by the bed

dressed in a sheriffs uniform

his uninjured arm in a handcuff clipped to a side rail

had he reached the end of the trail!

 

Petrified at the situation what was happening to him?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dilemma!

What an awesome future said her husband

so excited their first child

buying their own home careers on track

with care finances good

parents to taking the news in their stride

filled with happiness and pride.

 

As the months went by the baby was fine

scans were perfect to view

mum started having pains in the chest

just indigestion it must be

nothing else that it could be so a delay

before the day she had to say!

 

Test were carried out a diagnosis found

the results were back

and the conclusions not good for her

a series heart condition

needing to have major surgery or die

but she could not comply.

 

The baby would be put at a serious risk

and not likely to live

determined her child would be safe

refused the operation

until cradled in her arms protected

the decision she elected!

 

Her husband was torn between them both

understanding the decision

months passed until the thirtieth week

her condition deteriorated

urgent caesarean section had to be done

and they had a healthy son!

 

But the strain was too much for his mum

having a spinal anaesthetic

had her wish holding him in her arms

and a precious photo saved

realising she may never see him grow

that day did not let it show!

 

But she is still alive and continuous fighting

every day a precious gift!

 

The Foureyed Poet

Rivers Flowing!

Through  natural evolution the rivers flow

normal levels acceptably low

gently meandering across the fallow land

unobtrusive without demand

normally mankind’s friend just co-existing

no threats persisting!

 

But with these changes in climatic margins

patterns of disaster it brings

high winds and rain on a ferocious scale

leaving Homo sapiens frail

unable to cope the onslaught of power

all they can do is cower!

 

Tranquillity a fading part of expectation

uncertainty and consternation

routine a longed for dream of past years

many brought to tears

as property and lives are washed away

creation has no rules to obey!

 

A fine distinction from peace to total war

we are but brittle straw

easily soaked and flushed into the drains

unable to control the rains

no respect for damage on earth imposed

as options for survival posed!

 

As the misery of the weather vastly increases

and society crumbles into pieces

nature and mans induced calamities multiply

how many millions will die?

 

Will mankind nature or aliens cause our demise?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Birth Of A Child!

That joy at the birth of your child

the harsh reality of life

many children born into misery

where they struggle

to survive without love or care

no hope just despair!

 

That gift of life should be cherished

not allowed to die

born into poverty or loveless home

neglected or forgotten

created through an act of violence

a child with no defence!

 

Just an unwanted living human being

given no love or compassion

around war-torn places and poverty

families pushed around

like herds of frightened cattle driven

and no compassion given!

 

This may not be in countries of conflicts

children find no care

such awful crimes do happen anywhere

they are our future

and deserve the chance of a decent life

without constant strife!

 

Most children are wanted and happily grow

but too many that love never know!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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