Eli!

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street

head bowed feeling alone so lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet

dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years

another statistic lost without trace

in dingy streets where evil appears

each day filled with so deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive

felt no decent human was out there

not caring if she were dead or alive

sixteen years had passed Eli by

parents threw her out at fifteen

confused upset wondering why

learning how life could be so mean

met a man she thought was nice

but he introduced her to drugs

which led in a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of many thugs

she was deep in a unable to escape

began to think death the one release

desperately contacted an old mate

who unknown had joined the police

through an inner strength and will

helping her got away from the shit

now happy at eighteen no longer ill

survived to tell had risen from the pit!

 

Joyfully a young life had been saved

from the clutches of exploitation

hoping her life from now on paved

with respect and full of celebration!

 

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Mistaken!

That feeling of unease persisted all day

life was good there were no problems

as he left the office heading to the bar

meeting friends for a Friday night drink

the streets busy as usual he felt safe

not noticing a car parked close behind

stepping up the pace began to unwind!

 

Never heard footsteps and a voice shout

just the sharp pain suddenly in his back

he fell face down onto the hard sidewalk

did not see nor hear the panic all around

being rushed to the emergency room

clinically in a critical condition on arrival

the assessment no chance of his survival!

 

Became another victim of mistaken identity

caught in the middle of a drugs dispute

as the streets became the battleground

a bullet removed from within his aorta

loss of blood and sever trauma he died

at this point he became aware of voices

then he could see gowned figures below

as he was rising above them so slow!

 

The patient on the operating table was him

alarms sounded as they said he was dead

found himself passing through solid floors

could see one laced trainer on a balcony

became warm and a blinding light ahead

so peaceful how contented no worries

coming ever closer wanted to be accepted

never had such a warmth or so protected!

 

But darkness came once more he was back

felt the tube in his throat could not move

so tired the sense of euphoria had faded

was soon brought out of the induced coma

informed his heart had stopped for a time

able to explain his time at heavens gate

of what he heard and saw certain it was real

now how different in himself he did feel!

 

Had he experienced deaths welcoming clatter

they did find the trainer where he indicated

now always happy to tell his story and chatter

about that day from life nearly separated!

 

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The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

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The Rising Star!

The rising star began to feel positive

from humble beginnings

in a short time had found appreciation

real falling at their feet

clapping and cheering with them at gigs

staying no longer in digs.

 

They began to feel the awe and majesty

as fame began to spread

on stage the screams were exhilarating

adrenaline the real rush

from ambitions of becoming a singer

the family wealth bringer!

 

Young enthusiastic and very ambitious

it could only get better

moving up the fame ladder of popularity

a platform for their music

writing those lyrics that would appeal

the passion fans could feel.

 

It was not a pure or virginal business

pitfalls waited within

parties booze drugs had once been rife

the bad and the good

knowing what they wanted loving their art

having a genuine heart.

 

Realising it would not be an easy prize

real depth of character

not just acclaim or making the money

to themselves had to show

natural honest and true earning fame

by gaining respect the aim.

 

Through passion and hard work became a Superstar!

 

The Foureyed Poet

The Hooded Thug!

The hooded thug waited for a victim

needing money to buy drugs!

Without care of the hurt it will cause

only wanting the next fix!

Waiting ready silently in a dank alley

adding to his despicable tally!

 

A couple celebrating their engagement

came laughing towards him.

When he pounced as they walked passed

no warning of an assault!

Just a blur of the hooded thug appeared

the man with a knife speared!

 

The weapon thrust without any hesitation

the young man had no chance.

Demanding money the girl had to give him

the thug ran off unmoved!

A screaming woman cradling her loved one

his evil deed done!

 

Leaving the desperate couple far behind

as good Samaritans ran over.

Witnesses to yet another atrocious act

the hooded thug didn’t care!

He’d got their money for his next score

not long before he’d want more!

 

The couples excitement permanently ended

the young man never recovered!

They both were only in their early twenties

two lives had been ruined.

The hooded thug was known to the law

soon knocking on his door!

 

He had been charged several times before

hoping there was evidence.

Regrettably at first none could be detected

but skill luck and endeavour.

Forensic evidence was found on the thug

who killed for his choice of drug!

 

The woman who thought her life had finished

found another as her sadness diminished.

 

I can only wish her well for the future.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Adrenaline Rush!

His work was hard and very dangerous to

yet the adrenaline rush was good.

No friends or family really had any idea

what his work actually entailed.

Some thought he worked for his government

trying to protect the innocent.

 

Never at home with his wife and young child

so the marriage eventually terminated.

What weighed heavy on his mind was his kid

feeling he’d let her down.

But the ex-wife found another soul mate

in that decision he had no debate.

 

Finding himself pushed out of his daughter’s life

this was so hard to take.

Until one summers day she was very keen

to go on a trip with a girlfriend.

Knowing the dangers was reluctant to say yes

but it caused much unhappiness.

 

Reluctantly he gave permission with a warning

she had to keep in contact.

This was agreed their plans now marked out

not until after his Jenny.

Had set off for the planned long summer break

what they were doing was all fake!

 

The girl she went with he found out was on drugs

alarm bells rang in his head!

Even his ex-wife had no idea or where she’d gone

then a very disturbing call.

Came from Jenny’s phone a scream then silence

his adrenaline rush intense!

 

With colleagues he knew from the secret service

was able to pinpoint the location.

To a hundred metre radius by tracking her cell

arranging to meet them there.

Deep in the countryside on a huge pasture field

any perpetrators fate was sealed!

 

Within an hour the group were assembled on site

as her dad the agent moved in!

To a caravan parked away from the main camp

screams were faintly heard.

A gun at the ready approaching with stealth

praying his child was in good health!

 

Several male voices were talking loudly from inside

looking in a window he saw.

His daughter tied up her friend sprawled on the bed

being assaulted by a bearded man!

Both girls distressed and screaming with fright

entering gave them no chance to fight!

 

Within seconds he had shot all three of the men

two dead one wounded.

Both girls bloody and bruised his team removed

like an undercover operation.

They all left without being heard or noticed

his precious child he kissed.

 

Returning her safely to a humbly grateful mother

their friendship had been healed.

Realising how he had saved their child from death

such dedication for her well-being.

This kept them in close contact after that event

now more time with Jenny he spent.

 

No bodies or caravan were ever found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.