Reflection!

The years have gone by

often wonder where

on reflection think why

nobody there to share

nor guide me to see

there are those who care

to feel more carefree

but of life’s pitfalls aware

is there hope don’t know

can the future change

a resolute smile will show

even if it looks strange!

 

Few notice that your low

a mode of our time

hope the sadness will go

facing the rising crime

if only more could forgive

not just wanting to fight

in peace more could live

showing real foresight

who can we trust today

when supports not found

life’s harder every day

with such poverty around!

 

Easy to envy the wealthy

but there is a divide

for our sanity not healthy

have to swallow pride

a stable society has gone

uncertainty here to stay

no matter how we all long

living is a risk each day!

 

At the mercy of unseen forces!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Crazy!

Was he going crazy had not been drinking

taken any drugs or ingested pills

yet certain his car had been parked here

contacted the duty attendant

also angry at the difficulty in locating him

after coming out of his local gym!

 

Eventually an irritated middle-aged male

met him outside of his office

after returning from having his late lunch

followed this concerned driver

guided him back only to see it was there

in disbelief could only stare!

 

With a grunt the man left the confused driver

to ponder his sanity and eyesight

as still sweating he drove cautiously home

deeply puzzled at this latest glitch

these episodes had happened to him before

were these illusions he must not to ignore?

 

Was this earth that he had known all his life

until now had believed it solid

realised matter was atoms tightly linked

but was it really a scientific fact

as increasingly objects were disappearing

could outside forces be interfering?

 

What was real anymore he thought glancing

around the street in which he lived

once in his house at the furniture and closely

at the fabric of his dwelling as well

was he alive or controlled by a puppet master

reality true or a fabricated disaster?

 

Is what you wake up to each day and remember

actually happening or green screen images

an electronic society where anything can be made

by different types of artificial intelligence

can you be certain that the voice or faces are real

on your devices is it truly the honest deal?

 

Be careful out there you never know whose observing!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Plane!

Had never been down this road before

a clear humid day  few clouds

noticed a plane ahead flying so slow

that for a few seconds stopped

surely that could not be it was illogical

had heard about it did recall!

 

Saw a video thought it must be C.G.I

so he had seen it for himself

but actually never thought one day

would see a real one hover

ran off the road hitting a sandy bank

under the car a worrying clank!

 

At that moment he was concentrating

on what looked like a plane

a further shock awaited it vanished

a clear sky it was not there

had to get out of the passenger door

nothing was there anymore!

 

On his own could not share this moment

watched as another plane rose

from the isolated desert airport close by

took outs binoculars from the boot

zoomed in on this craft it seemed blurred

no sound at all could be heard!

 

Quickly got his phone had to try and record

as it passed silently overhead

the shape changed from a plane to saucer

but fading from his direct view

it morphed back into a its original outline

what he had seen could not define!

 

Sent the images he captured to a website

that explored unexplained sightings

hoping somebody may have an explination

from that day was perturbed

at what was flying in the skies everyday

and the unknown forces at play!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Destruction!

She could not perceive the forest fires

had burnt her wonderful house down

at great expense made fire resistant

from her scorched drive watched it

as its destructive power consumed

the vast area obliterated doomed!

 

The wind had swirled in all directions

certain had seen rapid bright flashes

aimed at properties in defined bursts

as suspicions within began to mount

groups of neighbours found the smoke

was making them cough and choke!

 

In a state of panic observed those passing

stressed agitated faces with no smiles

evil crept amongst the distraught victims

unaware that it was no accident

their homes were targeted by an enemy

towards us had no empathy!

 

So the vast forests became just like hell

destruction but in a strange pattern

appearing houses were gone nothing else

like precision targeting applied

there was an organised plan being applied

humanity and truth put aside!

 

It was like the beginning of mankind’s cull

but they had no idea of this reality

thoughts nurtured to believe whatever told

never to question any authority

resistance was eliminated if not conforming

as dark forces were swarming!

 

Confused pondered was it a theory or reality?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Sun!

It was not natural this deep redness of the sun

creating the appearance of a Mars surface

that made everything an alien landscape

streaks of white trails added to the image

none of those witnessing this daunting sight

could feel relaxed it was not natural light!

 

Within their throats a bitter gritty sensation

made them choke and gasp for breathable air

winged specters emerged adding to the terror

coming through portals in the unnatural clouds

thousands like a swarm of locusts now hung

waiting an order for an attack to be sprung!

 

It should have been dark as it was late autumn!

 

A substance on the ground began to blow hard

growing thicker large creatures broke out

people scattered falling as many were plucked

screaming taken up as winged beasts dropped

spewing flames burning the fleeing masses flesh

was it an invasion from hell this bloody mess?

 

He sat up shouting jumping out of bed at speed

just as his mum came running into his bedroom

not another nightmare son she stood by the door

yes shaking why do I keep having this dream

rattled said its the same one what does it mean

such a horrible things of which I have never seen!

 

Mum smiled maybe you are getting far to excited

about your part in the school play on Halloween

he was sixteen but still treated as a ten-year old

just helping back stage that’s not the problem

calmed down soon on his bike heading to school

on edge bad dreams never had them as a rule!

 

It was a full run through everybody was excited

the play was to take place after classes finished

as he headed to school noticed the sun was red

arriving the other kids laughed thought it cool

what he had seen was more than a nightmare

whatever was coming he too would share!

 

It went well a happy moment that could not last

as they left he knew what to expect as many ran

there was a shimmering red glow a rumble grew

devastated as in his dream the skies became alive

a scene that had almost scrambled his young mind

unknown forces upon the earth were now aligned!

 

Just wanted to get home his mum must be petrified

what he had feared was coming to pass before him

as the end of his nightmare would now be clarified

the rout intensified was this to be mankind’s destiny

a loud knock broke his concentration from writing

annoyed being disturbed his book getting exciting!

 

Dinner’s ready Dan better not be long or the dog will eat it!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Powerful!

Powerful he stood leader of the mighty nation

once they set the standard

for its authority self-approval and egotism

an economy of immense wealth

the glory days have faded no longer in control

lost now that almighty role!

 

Corruption and mistrust sour the ruling party

fear of another invasion

has weakened its structure as well as self belief

with more violence flaring

law enforcement is under a rising onslaught

where in the middle caught!

 

Other major powers are an unpredictable threat

they seem to follow satan’s law

where humankind are of no importance at all

our destruction a by-product

the separation between good and evil merging

the annihilation of cultures surging!

 

Will future leaders guide us from these dark forces

or take us further down fatal courses?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Heroes!

Man is always engaged in some conflict

yet in nineteen forty-five

allied forces had taken the battle

to the enemy’s homeland

they with superior weapons to use

were on their way to lose!

 

Even then many heroes being created

often unexpected participants

in a bloody cruel devastating slaughter

with so much sadistic acts

upon the foe and too often their own

hatred there forever sown!

 

Often greatly outnumbered to the end

each held their ground

turning defeat into miraculous victory

sacrificing themselves

defending the honour of each comrade

mainly orders obeyed!

 

Through gallantry pride and circumstance

into history the heroes eternally advance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Stabbing a Stranger!

There was no reason for the youth to attack

stabbing a stranger in his chest

gone before anybody had a chance to view

just evaporated into the crowd

no motive for this violent and senseless act

not way for the thug to be tracked!

 

This was the scenario detectives first thought

on their initial theory

but no evidence was found or then a motive

more victims were stabbed

it seemed in the same pattern in each case

what did they actually face?

 

Symbols were found branded on the bodies

the knife wounds seemed burned

these questions became urgent was it a cult

frustration was mounting

many descriptions of the killer easily misread

into black magic would tread!

 

Panic ensued as more corpses were found

none had identification

experts of the occult their assistance sort

creatures began roaming

somebody somewhere had created the spell

allowing demons from hell!

 

Never the had authorities listened to witches

an unprecedented action

the search was on for the perpetrators temple

powerful magic being exerted

as spirituality began to overwhelm our society

with mankind losing his piety!

 

Together police religious and the occult leaders

were united into a pact

to counter act the dark forces growing power

over elements of good and light

all those sacrifices for the evolution of evil

and innocent souls for retrieval!

 

The massive search soon centred on a church

now no longer consecrated

then used for drugs and sex since abandoned

ideal for the wicked to flourish

the soulless dominions could fester and grow

overseen by the watchful crow!

 

Swat teams surrounded the gothic looking church

chanting could be heard

echoing rhythmically as they tried being quiet

guns poised uncomfortably

knowing this time they were not taking the lead

yet itching for the action to proceed!

 

An elite squad of soldiers led the preplanned way

but where stopped at the door

unable to get passed the large painted symbols

until the witches removed the spell

allowing them to enter the demon’s evil church

upon the precipice they did perch!

 

Flying creatures attacked them they fought

bullets were of no use

coming from all ways then just vanishing

several were stabbed

by the familiar small vicious daunting beast

their horror ordeal increased!

 

Chanting close the witches present prepared

for a battle of their own

determined to stop the growing dark chaos

reseal the rift being opened

in unison their own incantations now recited

to banish evil goodness reunited!

 

The hardened soldiers were silently terrified

not being a flesh and blood enemy

could only cower and watch the ensuing battle

as the creatures swirled around

making a shocking sound as the two factions

came to blinding interactions!

 

Out side flashes sounds and earth tremors

left everyone fearing the end

a huge bright beam of light shot skywards

throwing those present

vehicles to tossed like toys over the ground

as a shock wave did rebound!

 

Instantly the building began rapidly crumble

rescue squads rushed forward

as the group emerged from the cellar region

all the spells were broken

they rushed assist but several did not return

as a raging fire began to burn!

 

The area had to be immediately evacuated

the site was imploding

the joint intervention appeared a success

for the agencies involved

cautiously declaring this but hard to accept

or give the occult groups respect!

 

Yet even as they celebrated deep below

a new terror did grow!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Warfare!

Warfare in the twenty-first century

brought on a bigger threat.

Weapons to obliterate mankind

many stand on the line.

Antagonists looking at each other

once called them brother!

 

Tension was high no more rifles

or small cannons to fire.

But huge deadly arsenals ready

without a second thought.

To wipe whole civilisations away

for domination to display!

 

Never ending conflicts few remember

those times of peace.

Refuges constantly torn from homes

and the threat of violence.

Disrupting chances to bloom and grow

natural balances cannot flow!

 

Often many opposing forces are on alert

each thinking they are right.

Glaring at radar screens from a distance

as the ground is mined.

Lives forever lost as time drifts onward

where nobody wants accord!

 

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.

The Gallows!

High on the gallows he stood his death near

the rope tight around his neck!

Reflecting on how he ended in this position

from a respected shop keeper.

To conspirator against his beloved country

his innocence no bargaining plea!

 

Within just a few seconds would live no more

conversations with customers .

Were overheard and misconstrued by some

as plotting against the crown.

Speaking his mind on the increasing unrest

mostly said only in jest.

 

Word soon got back to parliamentary forces

and action followed swiftly.

He and the few other so-called conspirators

were dragged into court.

Tortured to confess to what they’d not done

freedom would not be won!

 

Humiliated and shunned by those once friends

his family had to escape.

Within those endless unbearable few weeks

each one was brought here.

With his last breath shouted out it was not true

trap door opened he dropped through!

 

Innocent or guilty to him it mattered no more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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