Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

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Chance Meeting!

Over the table they chatted constantly

amazing he thought

never seen her in his local pub before

this beautiful woman

sitting gazing in his mind in the bag

maybe a chance for a shag!

 

But that was far from her real intentions

hatred welled up inside

badly treated and hit by her ex-boyfriend

a substance viciously injected

a lethal substance altering body chemistry

and personality drastically!

 

Becoming mutated into a ferocious monster

able to control her emotions

to trap her prey into a feeling of false security

before draining their bodies

of blood and fat then discarding the residue

into the sewers to drain through!

 

In the central police headquarters on the desk

the detective many files he browsed

showing all the remains in the clogged drains

from many areas in the county

with reports yet no clues to their ultimate demise

not enough to even surmise!

 

The sports car wound its way on a narrow track

the woman was driving her car

persuading him that as he had been drinking

it was safer as she had not had one

in her favourite spot parked it was isolated

not realising his life was fated!

 

The infatuation blinded his vision and sense

every thought was being controlled

she then transformed into her true form

snake-like fangs pierced his throat

instantly paralysed so was death body drained

only the shrivelled shell remained!

 

Coldly disposing him into a remote sewer

moved on to find another

composed roared off in her sports coupe

a new breed of human beast

soon to be another file on the full desktop

no answers to make it stop!

 

A mysterious assailant pursued injecting more humans!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Written!

There are countries written about in religious text

where ancient sites stand

identified through connection with holy books

that are wondrous and sacred

even after the centuries of constant hatred and war

now peace is what they need more!

 

But with conflicts embedded into hearts and minds

misery has become part of living

holy places to millions and home to millions more

in a these vast ravaged landscapes

many beliefs tearing these nations into shreds

as the violence continuously to spreads!

 

Peaceful coexistence seems to be only a theory

families killed and separated

amongst the olive groves palm trees and deserts

the proud humble and the meek

constant fear in the lands religions held so dear

can once again a saviour appear?

 

The familiar sounds of explosions and gunfire

how many more lives do we let expire?

 

Can mankind ever find the road to peace?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Knife Attack!

The teenager stood seething anger in his eyes

with a knife gripped in his trembling hand.

it was not fear he felt that night but hatred

confronting a stranger in a drunken rage

then in one motion he plunged in the blade.

again into the youths chest blood sprayed!

 

 

The perpetrator of this vile and senseless act

smirked without emotion in his pitiless eyes.

still gripping the knife he just ran away

leaving an innocent young life dying.

as a group of people like ghouls starred

not one tried to help none of them cared!

 

Police in force then cordoned off the scene

as the victim was rushed to the hospital

any hope faded fast and sadly he died

soon flowers were being left at the site

where a pointless death transpired tonight!

 

According to statistics it is said violent crime

was rapidly on the decline

even one death leaves devastation behind

the tension has not evaporated

there is always that simmering provocation

anger and lack of cooperation!

 

The risk is always present on the streets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Moment!

That tender moment is still within Still

as the pain of parting was hard to take

not knowing when our bodies would touch

in the long nights that had yet to be.

Bad dreams ran through my thoughts

would I ever touch or smell your being

off to war your orders had told you

flying with your comrades and crew!

Countless news reports and horror stories

had made us feel an internal dread

forewarned of the dangers that lay ahead

in a country where there was bitterness.

A distant world that was far from me

isolated in an area of frightening hostility

where communication was greatly restricted

and far to many heinous images depicted!

When would that moment guide you back

how empty is the soul that I alone possess

stabbing pains started to make me shake

a nagging voice then invaded my sensorium.

As contact was suddenly lost with you today

two soldiers came reluctantly to my door.

for your country with regret you had died

in sadness I mourn my heart filled with pride!

The sacrifices that the military undertake in action

brings for some cause for violent reaction!

if only that elusive peace could one day be achieved

forever the hatred from mans lives relieved!

The Foureyed Poet.

Peace A Dream?

Peace this is a distant dream

for children caught in wars

hearing a child’s petrified scream

they hide behind damaged doors.

Children don’t really know

why grown ups want to kill

some with little chance to grow

but have an iron will.

It can take only split seconds

for any life to end

As terror around beckons

they must learn to defend.

A child stared so intently

into his parents eyes

holding both their hands tightly

as mum quietly cries.

Outside in rubble filled streets

endless shooting goes on

infinite blood stained white sheets

how all this is  so wrong.

Car bombs explode buildings fall

the children grow up fast

or may die beneath a wall

more victims of the blast.

Too many families still mourn

and fear the coming light

when will families not be torn

thus peace be in their sight.

But always in the darkness

hope keeps up their reserve

that conflicts will become less

with young lives to preserve.

Peace is more than just a word

often it is their own dream

so let the voices be heard

listen to them laugh not scream!

So the horrors go on unabated

never ending death and despair

passed on that perpetual hatred

never to end until we all share!

Will we see that day or is peace a dream?

The Foureyed Poet.