Short Journey!

Through life’s short journey that can be strenuous

emotions often dominate how we react

possessive and violence are common tendencies

mar most of our rational actions we make

such as harmony cooperation with genuine care

often is an option that’s not there!

 

Discipline and self-control not forgetting respect

is often lost when many want to have fun

out for enjoyment excessive drinking with mates

to be in good company with no violent intent

yet some do like to hurt mock and with malice kill

no remorse or hesitation to them another thrill!

 

Once in a minority this evil scourge is on the rise

who will stop them as these thugs rampage on

the law is limp seemingly unable to stop brutality

these gangs think they can do what they want

fear rules everyone is at risk on our streets today

no longer certain its safe to work or play!

 

Violence surely is an evolving human abomination

where power and wealth are above contempt

for billions forced into hopelessness and despair

policing for those trying to abide the law

is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints

disillusioned no point making complaints!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Super Powers!

For some time she had thought she was clumsy

items falling off the tables bumping into objects

had to admit was always a klutts as a small child

but lately became annoyed as things always fell

even people nearby tripped and ran into walls

she was nineteen now maybe she was possessed

found a medium on-line and on her way to meet

found the address a small cafe in a back street!

 

Not her choice of a meeting place that’s for sure

a strong smell of coffee and a variety of cakes

greeted a very hungry teenager as she tripped

a tray of cakes flew off the cluttered counter

promoting a very concerned woman to appear

very surprised expression on her chubby face

came to observe the sticky mess could only stare

then glanced over at her suddenly became aware!

 

From a seat by the window a woman in a long dress

soon came over to assist in an awkward situation

ushering her away from an irate annoyed assistant

gently guiding her to a table in the secluded corner

the mess was noisily cleared with added swearing

within she became tense felt her heart begin to race

those fiery emotions finding hard to embrace!

 

The table started to rock as she listened to the noise

the woman whose name was Angel gently spoke

please Jaz calm down you are causing the movement

surprised am I really how can that be as it stopped

you can move objects by the power of your thoughts

that’s telekinesis isn’t it I have heard this can be done

silent for a second yes true but you have super powers

shaken at this unbelievable news she now devours!

 

Emotions hit the roof the plate-glass window shattered

calm down you will need to control your fervor

jumping clear luckily it had blown outwards we must go

we have much to discuss they exited the premises

still stunned Jaz had many questions she needed to ask

walking down the street you are not alone there are more

like you this is no fiction or a big dramatic movie feature

you must remember your not a monstrous creature!

 

With reassurance Jaz added glad you connected with me

there are agencies who are seeking special ones like you

from the risk of getting into their clutches we must flee

together to meet the others went in a daze to stay free!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Halloween!

The night the dead rise from their graves

entering earths fragile domain

our emotions are raised to frantic heights

for many fun to scare each other

not believing evil has really been freed

upon their souls it doth feed!

 

Today all hallows eve is fun for children

who wear costumes depicting

ghosts monsters creatures of the night

going to houses to trick or treat

to receive sweets now a social event

without any malicious intent!

 

But within the myth is there hidden truth

with a heightened probability

there is a sinister reality to these tales

that have been long jaded

that through our long fudged history

there does exist a dark mystery!

 

Maybe wise to remember on this festival

some of those you meet

are not living humans in the darkness

and should take extra care

who you are with and may well interact

it’s not lurking ghouls you attract!

 

On this one night of Halloween each year

pray in your life they do not interfere!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet

 

 

A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Go!

This is not funny anymore will have to go

was it ever love we had or lust

my heart aches our feelings cannot show

deep within we both lacked trust

so much older wanted to slow the action

you disagreed so lost my interaction!

 

Your wild spirit could never hope to curtail

realising it would turn into resentment

feeling in the end my efforts would only fail

walking out your anger would vent

a quiet male could not say that word to you

was time up my exit overdue?

 

It was wrong my emotions taking command

in the street recognised your face

longed to say I love you and hold your hand

these deep thoughts quickened my pace

your happiness the one important fact did feel

gave you that space emotions so real!

 

Many thoughts made my legs heavy to move

a voice said do not be a fool turn back

instantly knew my love for you had to prove

must get back on the right track

returned home you were standing at the door

we declared our love looking at you in awe!

 

Now it’s clear our lives will be forever entwined

my soul mate lover and friend this deal signed!

 

A romantic at heart yet never found true love

but can imagine that it can be found

its said love makes our small world go around

in this society where it feels like hell

surely must never give up believing in hope

where it is harder for many to cope!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.