Who?

Who is wandering our populated areas

many innocent people have vanished

anguished families have been in limbo

frightened where the young have gone

what is the number of the disappeared

gone most harmed it is sadly feared!

 

Anxious and desperate wait of the parents

knowing there is nothing they can do

always wondering why they are missing

empty spaces that have been left behind

sometimes closure when a body found

others hoping for a word or sound!

 

It is said often though awful maybe true

the abductors are somebody they knew

a friend or relative not a pleasant thought

anybody trusted could do such a thing

fearing the stranger not those very near

off guard as family members leer!

 

Keep your family close beware of strangers

humans a mystery even unto themselves

there are dark recesses it is said in the mind

that cannot be evaluated history has defined

those who have ventured down that evil path

its written must face their gods wrath!

 

Mankind surely is the worst predator and beast

upon all living things its hunger doth feast!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Alerted!

It was the swinging hallway light flex

alerted him all was not well

as he waited could not feel any draft

just wanted to leave now

in his girlfriends house always scared

though this he had not shared!

 

He loved the sweet girl he met at college

not her parents Victorian house

always gave him a cold chill as he entered

knew it held a dark secret

always glad to leave its oppressive grip

always tasting blood on his lip!

 

Relieved to see his beautiful girl ready to go

breathed again outside the door

that crawling sensation of being observed

from the attic window lingered

was always afraid to raise his head to see

scared made him want to pee!

 

Had to be love surely to face the daily ordeal

but one day had to tell her

it had become an obsession he could not hide

to his surprise she felt it to

since she was very young had feared the night

always afraid to turn off her light!

 

From under her bed she often heard scratching

a clawed hand gripped the bedding

sometimes mum told her to turn the light off

then it stood in full view

often she screamed and her parents came

for a time with her did remain!

 

But in the end when nothing was ever found

said it was just her imagination

so had to face it on her own until it attacked

violently grabbing her arm

pulling and ripping flesh on skin exposed

the truth at last disclosed!

 

They were sitting in a cafe telling her story

even here he was afraid

as she explained they had to seek refuge

in a neighbour’s house that night

as the family fled from their own dwelling

what would happen no foretelling!

 

Before they could re-enter an exorcism

on the property performed

for a while all seemed to be normal again

but the hauntings returned

then realised she was the one possessed

had come to feel blessed!

 

Shaken these words he could not believe

but in the corner booth

her face became grotesque his soul lost

silently the teenager left

leaving the corpse sitting as if sleeping

neck broken heart not beating!

 

Nobody noticed the pretty girl leave alone

innocently talking on her cell phone!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Jealousy!

Their relationship had been torn apart

by his growing jealousy

certain his childhood sweetheart shared

her love with another male

once the thoughts were embedded within

a brooding hate did begin!

 

Always that chance of a love turning sour

when two humans matched

trust can be a hard emotion to control

if their connection is frail

misunderstanding is a dangerous mood

where thoughts become crude!

 

From the passions of a close tender embrace

to the loathing of that person

where instead of wanting to love and protect

the wish is only for harm

as often those closest are the most feared

if  loving feelings disappeared!

 

This couple split with a misconstrued jealousy

the boyfriend assaulted a friend

accusing him of sleeping with his girlfriend

terminating in a jail sentence

ending his long relationship with his soul mate

realising the mistake too late!

 

There is only a silk thread between love and hate!

just one more human trait!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Executioner!

He stood poised the axe raised ready to strike

no remorse in his cold heart!

As the sharp blade makes that final clean-cut

the cheers raising his adrenaline.

Making him proud of being the executioner

his sadistic nature began to stir!

 

High up on the cold stark and stained stones

towering over his latest victim!

His face hidden behind his sweaty black hood

emotionless at their pleading!

He had status yet was loathed and feared

by the people even as they cheered!

 

Many heads rolled under his term in the post

bringing excitement and tension.

A barbaric spectacle drew the large crowds

to watch the condemned die!

But too often when the cut was not precise

the blows were at least thrice!

 

The executioner now no longer plies his trade

in most cultures today.

That phantom vision still makes the skin crawl

evil eyes staring identity hidden.

A monster where there’s no chance of escape

as the condemned await their fate!

 

Hopelessness and despair on their final walk!

Death now their only salvation!

The Foureyed Poet

Friends Had Said!

Friends had said leave him don’t take the pain

he’ll really hurt you one day!

The young mum knew in her heart it was true

but she loved this man.

His abuse she took thinking it was not meant

both at the age of consent!

 

Would not admit that she feared her partner

the blows just pressure release.

She also worked the bruises were well hidden

harder now with the kids.

Somehow couldn’t break away from his power

each was a dangerous hour!

 

One day the tension was impossible to contain

and the violence excelled.

Terrified she left taking the two crying babes

leaving them with relatives.

Her husband had followed the row continued

his anger had truly stewed!

 

In the street and back in their miserable home

all control was now lost!

Each blow hurt more cries for mercy ignored

this time it never stopped

Then there was no more motion only silence

losing the strength for defence!

 

He stood without any emotion just indifference

leaving his wife and a mother.

Dead on the carpet at the age of twenty-five

should have had many years.

Laying alone as this man-made his futile retreat

her children never again to meet!

 

We can only hope justice will be done!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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From The Edge!

From the edge of the restaurant garden

where children played.

And parents sat happily in the sun

unaware of what glared.

Through thick bushes of its border

was life from a new order!

 

Dormant until conditions were precise

to be the first-born.

Deep in the soil a crashed meteor lay

aliens spores slowly grew!

Matured ready with humans to mingle

as nerve endings tingled!

 

Rising from the deep clinging clay it  came

an unearthly creature emerged!

Into the unknown with faltering steps

to those present a monster.

Though not showing aggressive traits

not a good fate awaits!

 

Where anything unexplained was feared

had to be evil or violent!

Yet the creature was passive and docile

an infant of its kind.

Men with guns arrived to exterminate

this life to obliterate!

 

Before scientist could intervene to save

a unique alien species.

Weapons killed with no care or mercy

with man’s usual aggression.

Being the dominant species their vision

no compromise or division!

 

Satisfied they’d made the proper choice

another set of eyes observed.

Absorbing a violent ending of a brother

intent on a different approach.

As more of the alien sleepers awoke

through the soil they broke!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Alleyway!

Down the litter strewn alleyway of the city

the fifteen year old scavenged.

Trying find anything to eat to stay alive

not wanting anybody’s pity.

She had run away from an abusive home

on the streets to roam!

 

Still hard here having to fend for herself

but better than how she’d lived.

Dangers lurked in the basement world

sadly felt this was safer.

Her home now a disused office block

her possessions  in a  sock.

 

Sometimes stealing to get enough to eat

even selling her body!

Existing never shown love or decency

closing her mind to hope!

Until one day a rich girl disappeared

and foul play was feared.

 

Entering the alleyway her clothes soiled

and into the path of Cindy.

Two contrasting teenagers found a bond

this no money could achieve.

Guiding her new friend to a safer place

neither now lost without a trace!

 

Helped by compassion of a friend who cared

for a better future she prepared!

 

Cindy’s life changed when she met a loving family.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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