Consider!

Did not consider age was the problem

had made many mistakes

never made much money scraped by

sat back watching the rat race

those around worked hard to achieve

for rewards of success to receive!

 

Must have material wealth a big house

all the gadgets latest styles

keeping that good life ticking along

you and your family a priority

ever reliant on electronic technology

their religion no more theology!

 

Ruled by unseen masters they obeyed

as their lives were absorbed

into a false reality society no longer free

where their thought were mimicked

by rapidly expanding artificial intelligence

few could see that was immense!

 

With fake stories bombarding their minds

manipulated into believing

whatever were told was the whole truth

drawn into of false security

life was eroded but those who complied

with authorities did not collide!

 

The world fragmented the elite thrived

more now found it hard to cope

on the ledge of disaster we are perched

being uncertain of coming days

the atomic clock draws near to the hour

who has that ultimate power?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Spiritual Frauds!

A believer in the afterlife he had a mission

to seek spiritual frauds

definitely not the first to take on the task

but that was long ago

fraudulent séance’s were still giving hope

with those unable to cope!

 

Even if they did not believe it was a chances

they might make contact

with those so dear in their lives and hearts

seeking that comfort

in that bleakest hour a medium they seek

with those gone to speak!

 

often feeling like a modern day crusader

knowing some were genuine

with the ability to sense any presence

disappointed many were fake

occasionally he met those with spirit

that he could not discredit!

 

Often saw in hotels or on theatre stages

partners acting as the audience

in devious ways to hoodwink devotees

there just to make money

with no regard for those who believed

here for hope not deceived!

 

Then the auditorium hushed not a sound

and onto the large stage

a young woman came such loud applause

what a respectful entrance

from that moment knew she was special

a quality that was celestial!

 

Drawing nearer to the front stalls she called

his name he stared as she spoke

telling him his mother was here watching

and of his quest approved

warmth filled him with her love it was true

from then their connection grew!

 

The two bonded together working in unison

to seek out any spiritual frauds

so those who seek to find truth and comfort

were guided to those legitimate

their love evolved and eventually married

onward their devotion carried!

 

Bringing inner peace to all those who believed in spirit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Skull!

The artist had come to this ancient town

as his passion was architecture.

Knowing his best work was  not yet  done

he booked into the only hotel.

On a night that had turned chilly and wet

an ancient evil waited to be met!

 

Not able to arrive until the bewitching hour

was unable to settle and sleep.

Thought he’d take that late night wander

in a thickening low mist.

Made his progress slow on unfamiliar ground

with tired feet did pound!

 

Even the orange street lights seemed so dim

and was chokingly thick!

Each step now becoming increasingly hard

a shop drew his attention.

felt compelled to peer in at the display

unable to turn away!

 

There in the only lit shop window on the row

his gaze was transfixed.

On the skull almost hidden in one corner

in the eye sockets shiny stones.

That glistened nothing he could do but stare

now gasping for fresh air!

 

He staggered a short distance to a doorway

slipping into unconsciousness!

Waking cold and disorientated by the noise

of an ambulance siren.

Nobody else was about as he headed back

giving the glass a hard smack!

 

Shattering the glass with a hidden strength

grabbing the skull now possessed!

Cutting his hands on the shards he ran

leaving a trail of his blood!

Back in the room fell onto the clean bed

the artist was now dead!

 

What emerged from within a few hours later

was not who entered!

The figure with cold dark eyes and sallow skin

checked out without a word.

Now the ancient evil had found a new host

civilisation would roast!

 

The prophecies of doom would come to pass!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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