Short Journey!

Through life’s short journey that can be strenuous

emotions often dominate how we react

possessive and violence are common tendencies

mar most of our rational actions we make

such as harmony cooperation with genuine care

often is an option that’s not there!

 

Discipline and self-control not forgetting respect

is often lost when many want to have fun

out for enjoyment excessive drinking with mates

to be in good company with no violent intent

yet some do like to hurt mock and with malice kill

no remorse or hesitation to them another thrill!

 

Once in a minority this evil scourge is on the rise

who will stop them as these thugs rampage on

the law is limp seemingly unable to stop brutality

these gangs think they can do what they want

fear rules everyone is at risk on our streets today

no longer certain its safe to work or play!

 

Violence surely is an evolving human abomination

where power and wealth are above contempt

for billions forced into hopelessness and despair

policing for those trying to abide the law

is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints

disillusioned no point making complaints!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Remember!

What has changed over the many centuries

brave men and women volunteer

to serve and fight for their countries in wars

thrust into those endless conflicts

giving their lives souls and many body parts

there after breaking families hearts!

 

Peace just a word that has been used to entice

those with that pride to protect

the humanity that they are each a small part

who are willing to suffer and die

through shocking hardships and real brutality

yet can man change his mentality?

 

While those who instigate plans profit stay safe

and weapons from nations kill

those they say their freedom fight to protect

lines are blurred who is the enemy

millions continue to be eliminated on the front line

the end to the butchery no sign!

 

Another year has come when we remember them

the fallen graves spread over the fields

some its only a name many there is no name at all

giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives

yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow

the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!

 

I remember those who believed in their loyalty

without question went with pride

hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity

through their armed resistance

yet still wait for that moment of world unity

that final end to so much hostility!

 

In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Normal Day!

He remembered when asked a normal day

his son had come home on leave

such excitement amongst the whole family

worried about him in the war zone

always glad when he phoned for his chat

conversations about this and that!

 

Trying to keep his spirits up it was hard

for his parents to show concern

their only child was in a dangerous place

his decision to become a soldier

knew only to well the risks of enemy fire

how fragile life was in this quagmire!

 

So the big party was for his safe return

last tour before discharge

had decided to leave wanted to be home

had met a girl of his dreams

an engineer was certain to make a career

in a local firm an offer was near!

 

On the eve of his families planned celebration

his dad wanted to go for a walk

along the small harbour where he had fished

bringing his son up to love the sea

days to reminisce remembering such fun

of the bonding of father and son!

 

Standing quietly their link renewed relaxed

a faint crack like distant gun shot

his son slumped in slow motion onto the rail

three words spoke help me dad

as in the shaking arms of dad passed away

his father for this first time did pray!

 

Had not been killed by the enemy in battle

but by a robber fleeing the police

firing an illegal weapon and a stray bullet

that had ricochet off a sign post

fate had dealt an awful blow on that day

what unseen forces were at play?

 

Started as a normal day is all he could recall!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Hunted!

The vast forest-covered the valley and mountain

a fast flowing river completed the scene

of an unspoilt wilderness untouched by man

until a logging company set up camp

given permission to remove thousands of trees

conservationists this did not please!

 

On the other side of the forest range nestled

a township peaceful and law-abiding

prepared for the approaching snow storms

as the first winds began to blow

they were not prepared for what was to come

or terror to which they would succumb!

 

Back in the logging camp it was suddenly still

as the crew lay mutilated and dead

no longer noise of the chain saws and banter

the perpetrators had long gone

leaving behind the carnage of a savage kill

no sound even the air deathly still!

 

The townsfolk woke to several feet of snow

covering the once naked streets

but this was just the normal no surprise

but the strange large marks

cloven hoofprints in fresh snow were new

that’s when their fear grew!

 

The sheriff noticed them near his window

thinking it must be a hoax

they continued into the trees some distance

following them for a while

was totally surprised they suddenly stopped

in amazement his jaw dropped!

 

Blood was smeared over the trunk of a tree

deep long gauges in the bark

made it more of a scene he should leave now

radioed his deputy to meet him

he being certain it was a more disturbing event

with a real menacing intent!

 

Soon a report of a prized horse gone missing

and the sudden exit of all creatures

fleeing so frightened from an unseen danger

raising the stakes and anticipation

of the population unaware of what was near

but soon the answer would be here!

 

Patrolling the sheriff found a deer in the road

freshly killed and mauled

similar marks had already found heard a noise

just seconds being distracted

never saw anything looking back it had gone

something was seriously wrong!

 

That sickening feeling he was now being hunted

or very soon could be cornered

drove rapidly to town as another night neared

decided to suggest to the residents

to gather in the red brick town-hall for protection

receiving not a single rejection!

 

A hunter arrived to tell him a friend had been killed

found his body in the branches

shaken said could not have got there on his own

remembered ancient legends

of creatures that lived deep in the dense forest

this theory was a lot to digest!

 

An ancient native american sacred burial site

there had to be truth in the legends

gathered at the town hall steps heard sounds

deep angry sinister loud roars

townsfolk quickly ushered to the basement

the sheriff ready for engagement!

 

Two armed volunteer hunters joined the hunt

as they waited for an unseen foe

soon a huge dark object was on the attack

fast and agile they were the hunted

guns blazing in pitch black had to be alert

or be slaughtered or seriously hurt!

 

In an instant the sheriff was now confronted

with a mass heading his way

firing it knocked him to the floor lashing out

with huge claws and teeth gnashing

bullets at first never stopped the beasts charge

as more rapidly did discharge!

 

Just managed to grab his knife stabbed its head

this made it fall heavily backwards

now running away as the deputy came to help

but suddenly the beats jumped up

knocking him with force through a glass door

it left a trail of blood on the floor!

 

Injured both struggled to stand it had vanished

shaken waited for the daylight

a search was mounted but nothing ever found

today they live in a state of terror

knowing the beast was somewhere not dead

no idea of the future that lay ahead!

 

Deep in the vast forest the beasts waited

to terminate the humans they hated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Patrol!

The patrol car turned into a well-known road

darkness had fallen

ahead the headlights shone on a bent shape

that turned their way

it had hideous features and glowing red eyes

they found hard to analyze!

 

Uncertain what it could be got out to investigate

instantly it ran up the building side

seconds later gone from the policemen’s view

leaving them perplexed at this feat

concerned at the threat saw the bundle so still

certain it was a fresh kill!

 

Approaching they could see it was a woman

assuming she was dead

went to take a closer look when she stood up

surprisingly spoke clearly

said took wrong turning heard a commotion

what it was had no notion!

 

Traumatized she was in fear of her own being

conveyed her to a casualty unit

as a precaution in case of any physical injuries

but psychological more a concern

something about her demeanor seemed odd

a wary path they both trod!

 

While the doctor examined her they waited

a female colleague had been called

reluctantly lingered feeling all was not well

almost  expecting trouble

as they thought it a commotion occurred

as disturbing noises were heard!

 

Before taking a step the girl flashed passed

ripping the curtains down

knocking them and nurse off their feet

the doctor now on the floor

slowly sat on the gurney shaken and dazed

again their anxiety raised!

 

No marks seen on her yet had a vacant stare

she must be infected but how

both had been in contact yet felt alright

other questions came to mind

radioed base to warn them of the danger

this situation a life changer!

 

Tried keeping others away to secure the space

but the doctor lunged at them

managed to avoid her but a patient was hit

throwing him through partition

the officers gave chase then from overhead

a flying beast with wings spread!

 

The older officer thrust violently to the ground

by an insect like creature

over his face the saliva dripped into his mouth

his partner fired at the beast

who rapidly flew into the black sky unharmed

it seemed the officer was charmed!

 

But within a short time span had that odd look

his disposition had changed to

standing up walked away ignoring the shouts

of his friend and colleague

nearby the two women in the shadows waited

for the new beast just created!

 

Their metamorphoses had begun they departed

as the lone police officer

stood knowing his suspicions were confirmed

behind him police sirens wailed

now to his superiors he would have to explain

monsters had entered our domain!

 

Whether there was a future hung on his words

above the beasts hovered like birds!

 

Watching!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Compelled!

In disbelief he stared at the dead bodies

somehow was compelled

by a voice to kill these victims no choice

now in the hotel room

began to feel sick still holding the gun

realising what he had done!

 

The voice had gone quiet what was he to do

intended going to the police

inside his head it felt this would explode

shaking in a shocked state

at that second the voice softly to him spoke

no longer wanted to choke!

 

Told him to leave there was no need to grief

enemies to be eliminated

so  left the building with no more remorse

and went back to work

totally unaware of the killings he had done

in a waste bin put the gun!

 

A darkly dressed man retrieved the weapon

in another city far away

a well dressed woman walked into a diner

several men sat drinking

she looked around casually drew a hand gun

shot them walked out did not run!

 

Outside threw the gun into a large waste bin

and went to meet her friend

at once a street cleaner emptied the rubbish

another horror scene

both assassinations done by ordinary folk

who from a deep sleep had woke!

 

In another country the teenager got off a bike

into a small shop entered

where several people were just looking around

pulled up a scarf over his face

from a pocket took out a gun without hesitation

shot each one without confrontation!

 

Exactly the same pattern of events of the others

as if being told cycled off

but placing the weapon in a convenient bin nearby

this continued unabated

leaving police forces perplexed without evidence

as the crimes got more intense!

 

At this time the body count rises as more are compelled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Party!

They crowded into the hotel for the party

sitting in their specific groups

on neatly laid out christmas round tables

wine flowed during the evening

music started to play increasing to blaring

inhibitions lost and more swearing!

 

The happy factor slowly began to deteriorate

aggression began to materialise

those around the tables had the urge to kill

way passed the drunken phase

some realising there was no longer joviality

at the dawn of a dark reality!

 

Niggling amongst the women turned to threats

a slap glasses and bottles throne

punches started flying around the men joined in

dancing abruptly turned to a melee

soon a battle ensued wounded scattered around

as the first casualty hit the ground!

 

Soon the wounded became deaths as the law came

this created even more trouble

as the violence spread to other parts and outside

decorations and presents lay strewn

on shiny lino and carpet along with personal gear

those able were made to clear!

 

Eventually the fighting was brought to an end

the cause had to be investigated

even now rage still simmered as police vans

came in mass to take them to jail

and growing foreboding there would be more

this was a violence not seen before!

 

High in the clouds the mutated spores began to fall

where they had lived for centuries

in another part of the country as the dance began

and they were slowly inhaled

rapidly turned the happy revellers into lunacy

there would be nowhere to flee!

 

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.

 

 

Chemistry!

Over their childhood years the two teenagers

lived close to each other

there was a chemistry but neither spoke

or communicated feelings

wrapped up in their harsh every day living

a love yet for them to be giving.

 

Each drawn into a nations annual contest

where two from each tribe

chosen to fight until only one would stand

with twenty-two others united

once chaste teenagers are now prepared

trained to kill no mercy spared!

 

Televised live for all to share in the gore

and excitement of the hunt

manipulated by the governing council

the young die in their plan

profit in the end rules the young lives

as the greedy contrives!

 

No regrets for those lost during the spectacle

paramount morals long gone

forging the most savage means of death

is encouraged for excitement

and to thrill the prying mass audience

making the hunt more intense!

 

Once placed onto the field of their combat

the two came to face each other

no longer secret admirers but enemies

who would must kill or be killed

during the brutal pursuit became a team

not part of the organisers scheme!

 

They saved each other from instant death

the watching public increased

the host decided to change the rules himself

as the love story unfolded

increasing the obstacles to raise risk factor

raising audiences to shout for more!

 

Nearly at their destination beasts are released

eager to rip them apart

both just making it to a safe  high vantage point

one more contestant attacks

the engineered fairytale ending nearly derailed

but between them the assailant failed!

 

Slipping off safe ground into the creatures jaws

they quickly made their escape

off the field of battle to a spot then picked up

by helicopter back to the city

where both were greeted as heroes of the hour

feeling the influence and power!

 

The euphoria would be short only one must live

the host who made the decision

was found dead and the hunt for these teenagers

would soon make them run

either of the victors it was decreed must perish

the organisers sentiment did not cherish!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Afraid!

The woman was so completely afraid

she just wanted to die

her nerves now completely frayed

no longer tears to cry

the family she loved had expired

exhausted and tired!

 

One other was here in this residence

the son she had born

not normal but brooding and intense

the happiness torn

against his cunning they had no chance

as on each he did advance!

 

He saw no love nor for them any affection

void of  any emotion

like an animal caged he had no connection

by instinct not devotion

thought of them purely as his prey to stalk

on all four limbs did walk!

 

Had broken free from his shackles and prison

the beast began to roam

the smell of blood within in him his lust risen

this place a lair not home

his mother was afraid she being the last alive

had lost the will to survive!

 

Could not let her son destroy anybody outside

knew him she had to kill

it had to be done from him no longer could hide

this last act had to fulfill

sat in the nursery with her son had been born

feeling alone scared and forlorn!

 

That moment arrived sensing he was getting  near

a growl not a human sound

an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear

for she had been found

as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held

pierced its chest the son felled!

 

Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight

afraid no more the monster defeated

none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate

or the horrors to be repeated

until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door

regretting that move for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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