How in seconds our lives can change
remembering when we met what fun
it was incredible just being with you
how your love simply filled my heart
thought your feelings were the same
that view changed as hate came!
Felt a sharp pain in my back that night
with disbelief in me you thrust a knife
your emotions had gone into reverse
sweet so kind thinking we were close
soul mates sharing our lives forever
now its my death we share together!
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Exhausted had been a long day but not over
headed towards the second job
riding his old bike hoped it would not fail
as the rain-soaked him again
a white SUV gleaming in the street lights
pulled up beside him at a junction
the couple inside covered in bling smiling
him a source of fun providing!
Road clear shot away throwing up spray
it was then the distants felt
between those who had so much wealth
with those who struggled
never enough money to pay bills and eat
always on the news channels
the sportsman television and film stars
with luxury homes expensive cars!
Boasting of endless trips in private jets
politicians rich but taxpayers
subsidised their expenses and salaries
as they struggled to even exist
certainly not a new concept always been
those without helping the rich
controlling the masses keeping them poor
of their position always cocksure!
Society heads into an unpredictable future
with countless variables of surviving
what is the reality behind the smoke screen
the untold truth we shall never know
as the one percent amass ever rising wealth
where do the majority fit in
with plans of a new order where robotics rule
are we not being treated as the Fool?
Could this be true? Or a conspiracy theory?
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The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands
as a group of teenagers intensely stared
in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands
they would investigate a decision shared
two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen
determined to go as eyes watched unseen!
Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside
came some distance from their homestead
laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide
realising soon some could be within dead
had cameras torches and recording devises to hold
on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!
No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!
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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!
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At fifteen thought life was fun an adventure
as she entered the church
behind her parents they were on holiday
her sister followed behind
from a young age heard voices in her head
knew they were of the dead!
For a while suppressed the sounds in her mind
but within the ancient building
had started again echoing from every angle
her parents had no idea
but had to confide with her younger sibling
knowing trouble it may bring!
Wanted to get out yet for the first time saw
what looked liked a woman
knew was not really there felt compelled
to approach and listen
such a soft voice speaking lonely and sad
for somebody to hear so glad!
Before she could approach her parents called
glancing back she had gone
for a moment heard nothing until a loud cry
as the ghost was by her side
that asked to be free from her perpetual hell
overwhelmed had a fainting spell!
It was a surprise to find herself laying down
sitting up her parents concerned
sat beside her grinning sister had to stand
then turned running to the exit
as even more voices shouted within her head
clearer she caught the thread!
Trapped souls were seeking her help to be free
away from the growing evil
let them go on into the internal peace and light
yet amongst the constant noise
knew there was a darkness growing all around
that was earth-bound!
Inwardly panicked began to drain her spirituality
as the woman once more
came speaking calmly now with an angelic glow
realised it was an angel here
to guide this young adult with her special role
to save each lost and lonely soul!
Yet still had a place on the earth with a loving family
to give her strength and support
in a harsh and ever-growing violent material society
where she found the love and joy
now she was able to see and understand true grace
so the future now could face!
The Foureyed Poet.
She came into my life sitting close by
both being a little coy
we were with friends and never spoke
but the moment wrong
you remained within my curious mind
love had never been kind!
Weeks went by chemistry could not deny
until that day after work
went for a coffee relaxing reflecting alone
when a gentle voice spoke
surprised glanced up to the pleasant sound
it was you there I found.
Natural conversation between us seemed easy
and a relationship grew
slowly and surely developed into partnership
every moment a joy
that bond of mutual respect and real fun
no harsh battles to be won!
Into my life you certainly came.
The Foureyed Poet.
She had just moved into her own house
a small terraced property.
Just within budget a place to herself
an old lady had lived here.
Being in a poor condition a lot to be done
but she’d decorate that was fun.
She had never stayed here alone before
mum and dad were always about.
With no history of the old ladies demise
only she’d passed in here.
A friend was intending to move in soon
on the Saturday afternoon.
Now she was absolutely the only one here
not bothering her at first.
Began to feel tired and headed up to bed
halted at the base of the stairs.
Thought she saw movement on the landing
ignored it as a misunderstanding.
Got into her new bed but thought it colder
settling down to rest.
Drifted into a peaceful and deep slumber
having to work the next day.
Exhausted taking seconds to fall asleep
no need to count sheep.
Her resting phase lasted just a short while
awoken by a touch on her back.
Like ice-cold hands firmly pushing her
to the edge of the bed!
Turning on the light feet now on the floor
was that a shadow at the door?
Scanning the room again it seemed clear
terror within began to rise!
Unable to comprehend this odd sensation
hearing tapping close by.
Snatched her dressing gown got outside
emotions erupted as she cried.
Drawn to gaze at her bedroom window
an old lady was looking down!
The young woman could not move back
after this paranormal attack!
The Foureyed Poet.
Often I reminisce at that decision when young
but it was you who left.
Even to this day remember that kiss goodbye
that ruled our progress.
Realising from then it had always been you
the one I loved true.
Then nothing was taken seriously life was fun
searching our destinies.
Loving someone to us stories and weepy films
and the freedom to roam.
But when maturity sets in you see what’s lost
regretting the personal cost.
Years I searched for the girl I simply let go
that took losing to know.
By chance on a social sight I saw your face
could our past be fulfilled?
Enjoying those years that should have been
if only we had foreseen.
Here now with a bouquet of flowers to give
standing by your grave.
The reunion had come for us just too late
by you I kneel and remember.
That gentle person warm bubbly and sweet
your kiss and smile until we meet.
The sun was shinning and you were there
my precious lady my tears I share!
The Foureyed Poet.
Deep in thought life’s adventure has begun
finding when to be serious .
And when you should be having some fun
bombarded by modern living.
Feeling the pressure laid out in front of you
who is genuine and true!
Forming relationships with great expectations
but Tess at your tender age.
Surely the challenges of living can be thrilling
learning how to be let down.
Your horizons are widened now you own a car
time to follow that guiding star.
Explore and relish each and every new sunrise
focus and enjoy the wondrous world.
Most decisions are defined by our endeavours
highs and lows part of the course.
Be determined in your destiny always smile
travel through life mile by mile.
The Foureyed Poet.
In the large open city park the trees swayed
as the wind blew the branches.
Leaves were falling onto the wet green grass
autumn had once more arrived.
The elderly man loved to walk his best pal
a friend and companion Al.
Both of them were regularly seen at the park
this cold day no exception.
Jack sat on a bench throwing the same stick
and Al ran to pick up his prize.
Neither noticed three hooded youths nearby
others avoiding them passing by!
Their attention was on the man and his dog
following to an isolated spot.
The two older thugs telling the younger one
to get that old wrinkly!
Turning hearing voices he felt a fist on his face
falling at a rapid pace!
His head hit a stone post then rolled onto his back
through pain and oozing blood.
Saw it was a boy holding in his small hand a knife
as the others shouted stick him!
Al barked at them fiercely but was brutally kicked
his silent masters face he licked!
The two who urged and bullied the youth ran off
he stared at the elderly man.
Blood covering his hands turning he walked away
knife still gripped tightly!
At a nearby pond washed knife and hands clean
drying them sure he was not seen!
Now headed for home walking briskly on his own
no expression did he show.
In his mind hoped he had passed the initiation
he would see the gang later!
No thought or care for what he had just done
admitting to himself it was fun!
A couple walking their dog found Jack and Al
both of them shocked and dismayed.
The hooded youth got into a very hot bath
the stained top in the washer.
His actions started to replay like a video game
life could never be the same!
Is this just fiction or could this actually happen?
The Foureyed Poet.
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