Occult History!

Being at university was such an achievement

all the studying had paid off

even got her first choice it snapped into place

to study her chosen subject

occult history feeling she had been born before

was desperate to learn more!

 

Belonged to a group many would think a cult

that did not worship God

she had mixed thoughts so had been cast out

wanting to research herself

knew she had powers was able to communicate

with the unseen and translate!

 

The deep-rooted awareness made her vulnerable

so consumed in her own awakening

had not anticipated a satanic cult existed here

were closing to draw her within

their established grasp as it was part of the fabric

an ancient evil and influential click!

 

Led by the principal who had ruled the teachers

students to had been gathered

even as she settled into her studies sensed trouble

this was when her true powers

began to formulate into a force for enlightenment

born to bring society into alignment!

 

At the time this was her first test to face the evil

here she met a special teacher

was selected to be a guide and spiritual mentor

not part of this embedded sect

young and susceptible not realising danger near

others would follow her path here!

 

Born to bring back love respect and peace to billions!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Before Him!

Before him the road gave way leaving a deep hole

swerving just in time hit the verge

but as he thanked God for his mercy that day

saw the sky light up like a search light

getting out could feel the heat as objects fell

noise hurt his ears as it began to roar

like bombs exploded around where he cowered

fiery meteors from the heavens showered!

 

Not of mankind’s evil and psychotic mind or hands

but an unlimited wrath of the gods

where those who had perpetrated death and carnage

would face the same fate as the innocent

no escape for any living creature as the purge began

before him the earth and sky became one

as no longer could be seen familiar stars nor the sun

as this society’s time it seems was done!

 

Before him witnessed the end yet he knew the rebirth

would come upon the scorched ancient earth!

 

Am I but a story-teller of truth or just of fantasy?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Regret!

Regret the only word he could think of at the time

hidden in the deep military bunker

risking his thoughts being read by the computers

doubting the technology advances

he had created to combat the android revolution

that was now part of our evolution!

 

Even as the inventor began to think it was crazy

to have created these robotics

but being under orders had to complete this task

finding the answer how to out smart

superior machines created by man’s God complex

their creation had upon all put a hex!

 

Down in the deep bunker in his sophisticated lab

knew this would not be safe for long

could hear the explosions rapidly becoming louder

secure computers would be hacked

his software had been tested on human subjects

classed by his masters as rejects!

 

Within the hour alarms rang out in the complex

security arrived said time to go

communication systems immediately shut down

running through escape tunnels

quickly made their way to a high-speed bullet train

their lives desperately trying to retain!

 

A split second later the whole base was disintegrated

the androids had not killed their mark

unable to eliminate him yet certain software erased

yet this too had also been rescued

so the war would intensify their superiority had ended

into unknown depths humanity descended!

 

The conflict between man and machine entered a new phase!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Consciousness!

The stench of death made him wretch he cried

amongst the dead rifle in hand

at his feet an enemy soldier he had just slain

with gaping stomach wounds

the battle was over the enemy had retreated

for now they had been defeated!

 

Weary with the horrors of this endless combat

ordered to return to base

he walked with stealth back to the transport

no words spoken to his comrades

overhead helicopter gunships flew very low

the adrenaline within did still flow!

 

As the dust made them splutter and cough

the soldier became mindful

of a bright orb following the military convoy

night had fallen as they arrived

disembarking near to their barrack block

of the day began to take stock!

 

For he could not forget his actions that day

after midnight could not sleep

had the urge to go outside for some night air

soon noticing the glowing sky

compelled to move closer to this angelic core

the serenity so wanted more!

 

Venturing to a far corner of the desert camp

no guards were to be seen

sank to his knees feeling a glorious presence

the brightness consumed him

then amazing singing filled his consciousness

with this his whole being it did caress!

 

Any dark thoughts were now lost in the vision

there before him he saw

a glowing figure to him was certain it was God

though not being of any religion

his connection with killing was finished forever

and ties to the army had to sever!

 

 

Dark again but knew he had received absolution

for him this was his chance for restitution

overwhelmed certain he had truly been blessed

in the name of peace must help the oppressed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Trance!

Sat before me as if in a trance those eyes

so black deeply sunk

every movement just glared with intent

as if possessed by something

that disturbing realisation it could exist

with us all did coexist!

 

That helplessness you could do nothing

filled your being with trepidation

he did not seem aware of my presence

backed away in anticipation

more was forthcoming his face distorted

his body now contorted!

 

Yelling obscenities launched himself off a chair

attacking a man eating close by

bouncing on the cafe floor hitting out fiercely

several men tried to pull him off

but could not hold or wrench this man away

his victims complexion turned grey!

 

Eventually restrained when the police arrived

as cutlery began to fly through the air

customers around were shaken at his actions

began to think some kind of possession

the premises destroyed and windows shattered

those present bruised and battered!

 

Had to be carried by at least six to a waiting van

as it came the evil energy left

those within from then on were totally fearful

for this was an enigma

none had experienced before in their lifetime

within the air was a mutant enzyme!

 

That would soon cause the destruction of man

as it was absorbed into the population

nobody was immune from its horrific effects

so much speculation of its origin

it was said an act of god for our immorality

disdain for life brutality and criminology!

 

There was a deep seated dread this was wrong

had to be a far more sinister origin

the facts concealed in videos films and song

most seem blase to the truth within!

 

Many predictions of doom how would this plot end?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Community!

They lived in a small rural community

each were related

growing their own food blissfully free

proud of their labour

pure delight in what they had achieved

in one another believed!

 

Established when the land was colonised

many had perished here

during a long battle to secure the district

lush and green so fertile

until one day unnoticed high in the sky

an unmarked plane did fly!

 

Trails that at first seemed like vapour

but never faded away

as chemicals were being sprayed out

that fell onto those below

absorbed by the rich cultivated soil

where the families did toil!

 

Also breathed into the lungs of the folk

penetrating their cells

undetectable they were contaminated

every living creature

succumbed to the chemicals deployed

the community soon destroyed!

 

Unable to explain why crops withered

they became seriously ill

over a few months the area deserted

those pioneers now history

why never knew thought an act of god

did not think it was odd!

 

That from the open skies chemicals fell

turning paradise into hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Cult!

There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying

the large group of women

who were mesmerized by his presence

absorbing every single word

head of a cult where he was their god

ruling them with an iron rod!

 

The family he liked to call his followers

lived in a fortified compound

his kingdom where he had total control

quoting from his written bible

and the original with his interpretation

for the religion of his creation!

 

Filled their minds with doomsday warnings

a fort with arms and provisions

each female was classed as his concubine

morality was set at his limits

as more young were drawn into this cult

only him did they all exalt!

 

Families at a loss on what could be done

unable to make any contact

even though their children did not listen

their thoughts under his control

encapsulated within this perilous society

that was of dubious piety!

 

The dangers clear but somehow proceeded

nothing good everybody knew

would come of  a narrow-minded philosophy

based in a country just staying

for the moment within its legal borderline

becoming harder to define!

 

Warnings signs were clearly visible to see

but ignored only death can I foresee!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Future Cops!

Standing like a monolith looking down observing

like a god watching his flock

now middle-aged commander of the station

situated near a violent district

here the law had become totally ineffective

cops had changed the perspective!

They showed no mercy none was ever returned

an army in a battle zone

like knights of a distant passed into battle

fully protected by armour

fitted with laser cannons for lethal strikes

in super cars on motorbikes!

Gone those days of hope for individual justice

cops were on the offensive

prisons were often blocked off city districts

law enforcement was privatised

leaving the poor to resolve their disputes

in rubbish and broken statutes!

The law was designed to protect just the rich

from the once equal citizens

governments hidden in protected enclaves

living a privileged existence

future cops hired to administer their bidding

for the rest had become forbidding!

After the predicted collapse of world economies

the mega rich took control

the depression caused more mayhem and war

policing the masses paramount

reverting back to lords and serfs the only rule

between the two sides a duel!

Future cops had become the elites enforcer

as the battle lines were drawn

armies still headed the major fight of nations

but within countries borders

for now they were rulers of their own domain

rebellion growing harder to contain!

The Foureyed Poet.

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That Day!

The weather was at last good on that day

as the countless military craft

headed for the designated landing beach

soldiers and sailors ready to fight

face the formidable enemy forces as one

their resolve had to be strong!

 

Socializing before the normality ended

many nations together in unity

differences put aside to defeat the foe

navy guns firing overhead

to wipe out the damaging gun positions

creating lethal conditions!

 

Onward without ceasing charged the brave

knowing they could not fail

into history to breach those enemy lines

at a terrible cost of comrades

planes dropping bombs noise and smoke

in their lungs made them choke!

 

Fighters back on their home soil side by side

many there for god and country

others dying to free their people from tyranny

civilians also slain on that day

as the allies spearheaded the bloody onslaught

each step desperately fought!

 

This being the first major step to Victory!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Few!

Few humans through history have stood out

not thought as a god or dictator

but a man of great integrity and true vision

able to communicate with dignity

bringing nations and cultures together as one

for peace and cooperation to be won!

 

Racial religious and stubborn attitudes beaten

for us to realise we are the same

humans living together and harmony essential

for our survival from hostilities

where unity is our only salvation to survive

and we are glad to be alive!

 

Few can be loved and respected like this man

a gift to bring people together

strength to face any adversity that goes on

even after his passing from life

we can only hope that his legacy will prevail

so onward moves the peace trail!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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