Exhausted!

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?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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House-The Entry!

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!

 

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

 

 

Voices!

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.

 

 

 

 

Into My Life

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.

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Terraced Property!

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.

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Reminisce!

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.

 

 

 

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Tess

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.

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The Elderly Man!

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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