Touched!

She could see trees blowing

no wind touched her skin

floating above the ground

without pain nor any stress

just that sensation of peace

from all the turmoil release!

 

Could see herself far below

laying lifeless in bushes

many birds around her flew

heard angelic voices singing

a light shone clouds parted

this earthly life departed!

 

Into the realms on high rose

fading away the death scene

misery and suffering below

leaving the evil to rage on

family to grief her passing

but remembered everlasting!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Chariot From the Gods!

It descended like a chariot from the gods

onto the long golden sandy beach

witnesses enjoying the beach and waves

ran in terror as the object dropped

in silence to hover above a rocky outcrop

for a few minutes there did stop!

 

An awesome sight many sank to their knees

thinking was this the second coming

its brightness dimmed became a red glow

a few were bold started approaching

but their skin began to burn and retreated

as the dangers none heeded!

 

Nobody had seen such a sight from above

so bright emitting this radiation

now they bowed in humility and suspicion

was this a god here in a vision

afraid to look breathing made them choke

not wanting its wrath to evoke!

 

More gathered in awe as it became once more

a fiery ball of fire as it ascended

higher in the onyx tinged sky like a second sun

leaving an everlasting impression

drawing what they had witnessed on rock faces

from these god like alien races!

 

This was only the beginning they would return!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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.

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