How do we define a human beings life
that seems to click into place
is sweetness and bright without strife
others only nightmares do face
maybe earth for some a Heaven state
many Hell just misery and hate!
The rest live in a struggling neutral mode
juggling their burdens and heavy load
who are just able to live not thrive
hardships for billions who do not survive!
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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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Is there a malicious unseen agenda
that does not want unity
where humanity would join as one
instead of our destruction
intent on fanning the flames of hate
when people want to debate!
Dividing the masses for the privileged
creating fear and mistrust
taking us away from a righteous path
into the depraved depths
when we know not what is happening
a scenario for many baffling!
Death and chaos is a daily occurrence
the threat of total anarchy
your neighbours and friends the foe
everybody filled with mistrust
as understanding slips into that abyss
hope evermore we shall miss!
Or is the turmoil part of an ongoing plan?
The Foureyed Poet.
That special day has finally arrived
plans made hoping all is well
beginning of our adventure together
preparations completed ready
a nervous groom waits for his bride
standing nowhere to hide!
Soon she will walk down the aisle
two people to be joined
music starts to play nerves are taut
relieved as she is here
now together for that moment stand
promises a kiss hand in hand!
Behind family and friends sit watching
now smiles on your faces
turning to congratulations and praises
signing the register married
feeling of relief cameras start clicking
your married the clock is ticking!
Realising now two families are united
everybody happy and delighted
their perfect love match and marriage
or divorce hate then disengage!
The Foureyed Poet.
Perpetual wars ravage the battered ground
graves littered with the bones
of billions of corpses with countless tales
each could tell of their misery
harrowing demise through the carnage
of ever fed human rage!
Easily led and guided through their traditions
beliefs by convincing leaders
able to cultivate the hate and violence within
assistants given to promote
inflaming conflicts so they rapidly expand
to once peaceful and friendly land!
Poverty covers large parts of a weary earth
scared with the warfare
as the environment adds to the desperation
a cataclysmic scenario nears
as the mega rich in their mighty towers rule
oversee us so arrogant and cruel!
What is the truth that surely has yet to be told
what deceptions existed
that we have assumed were honestly authentic
what is there actually to fear
as each day brings another unnerving suspicion
society heads towards decomposition!
Resources dwindling the population on overload
communications expanding
not for the reconciliation of a peaceful civilisation
as death and warfare boosted
technology advancing faster than we understand
life now for most is no wonderland!
The Foureyed Poet.
Shouting from within the house was disturbing
terrified screams permeated
the neighbours had been use to frequent rows
but even they were shaken
the police were called but never came for hours
the next day people laid flowers!
When the house was entered there were bodies
a massacre the description
yet though eight were found spread in rooms
certain the killer was not there
known for their family feud it seemed overkill
a dread in the community did instill!
The house lay empty nobody wanted to go near
there was a dark atmosphere
from a fun street it became somber and quiet
nobody had been caught
who could do such a thing to in this household
it seemed a mystery untold!
During the next year several bodies were found
in random spots in the same area
as those in the house mutilated the same way
all related to the house owners
yet no clues to give any identity to the culprit
no scenarios would fit!
Theories abounded gang related or a grudge
passing down the many years
they were from a country vampires lived
cursed for long gone wrongs
had caused some ancient beings to hate
so the generations had to eliminate!
Wild stories circulated some were simply fantasy
then as the shocking case
had started one night it all came to a chilling end
a body in a ritual type pose
found near to the street in bushes on wasteland
with a bloody axe in its hand!
For some reason not explained by the authorities
declared it was the wanted assassin
so there was nothing to fear anymore now safe
file closed no evidence disclosed
that cloud of suspicion would never go away
something nasty was at play!
That house where it all began stayed empty
many thought it haunted
slowly decaying over time others reported
shadowy beings following
wandering around the area few dared go
for animals was a no-show!
There is a house in a street it could be near you!
The Foureyed Poet.
The small group of refugees stuck together
as if in a family unit
young men and women with one intent
minds aligned to hate
despising those who did not think their way
or in their beliefs pray!
Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem
each focused on the same path
those who did not follow in their philosophy
were a target to harm
more twisted thinking none wanting any peace
just hatred and violence to release!
Through history they were not a new evil breed
but part of a radical creed
thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree
narrowly fixated without grace
within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought
the innocent a solution sought!
Not caring who were the people they obliterated
or upon which powerful nation
the planet has become an endless battleground
where populations exist in fear
uncertain where any safety could ever be found
and fanatics no more their lives to hound!
Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done
no matter what background most folks are one!
The Foureyed Poet.
On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently
watching the shells strike
detonating onto the occupied enemy lines
as rockets and shell fire
was quickly returned in a never ending battle
creating vibration and rattle!
Each were distant from the carnage and anguish
young conscripts not hardened
warriors of too many campaigns of aggression
again forced to protect their land
believing their cause was just without hesitation
the civilians filled with trepidation!
But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate
resentment creating much bigger foe
a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation
as the very young bitterly grow up
the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds
peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!
The ever mounting strife going back to long ago
hard to break historical differences
each have grievances and suspicions to tell
that seem impossible to resolve
the deaths and injuries continue to increase
can a way ever be found for peace?
My wishes always for a planet without wars!
The Foureyed Poet.
For some reason as he turned towards his partner
his stomach churned he felt pain
their eyes met he could see the hate and coldness
black as coal a penetrating stare
she did not know he had found out about her affair
somehow he was sure didn’t care!
It had been the trend all through their long marriage
he had done his best never stayed
not in his nature to cheat it had crossed his mind
now often wish he’d left long ago
too soft accepted it but as the pain raged he realised
some plan she had devised!
For weeks started to lose energy and become weak
she had become very attentive
and it dawned on him she must be using poison
the latest lover must be important
hate had eventually bubbled over he was in the way
with his life would have pay!
She had even taken the cell phone from beside him
never been contained before
confined to his bedroom could often hearing voices
her new man was installed
determined he would not be an easy victim to kill
had his own agenda to fulfill!
Heard her leave early on a bright summers morning
had an inner strength a new hate
no point loving the woman who wanted him to perish
summoned the energy to rise
tried the land line telephones there was no ring tone
her callousness could not condone!
He could only assume they thought it would be soon
the poison his life devour
each step became a battle of his own determination
making it into the kitchen
headed for the back door needed the suns rays
this would not be his end of days!
On the rear porch caught site of a freshly dug grave
his spouse was very confident
her task was nearly complete and the plot visible
it would not be him buried there
managed to find the key to his shot-gun collection
relying now on his own protection!
Prepared himself for their return and his surprise
drinking plenty of water waited
now hiding in a shady place constantly nauseous
revenge became the only thought
once an isolated ranch which together had chose
finally the relationship had to close!
At last he heard the truck coming back closing fast
watching it pull up close by
without further thought aimed and then discharged
instantly his wife and lover fell
the hole made for him was certainly not wasted
those who dug it lay there instead!
A nice small garden on the spot looked very nice
a distressed husband played the part
reporting the wife he loved had left without trace
months later nothing was heard
he discretely left for a long trip never to return
for him nobody had concern!
But he retained the ranch and the secret remains!
The Foureyed Poet.
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.
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