Surrounded!

They surrounded the bed where their mother lay

like vultures waiting for the victim to expire

gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded

within was at peace her life had been good

not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness

memories to be good not linger or depress!

 

Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort

not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent

was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed

a figure dressed in white glowed nearby

her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow

recall flowed like a slide show!

 

Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets

there for the children and grandchildren

her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold

peace filled that bedroom eyes closed

breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last

she was now part of history past!

 

Holding the man she had married and left far to soon

took one more gentle gaze at the family

then guided by the angel through that brilliant light

those present sensed she had passed on

praying over the empty body they loved so very dear

in unity they would forever be near!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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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.

 

Touch!

Not used to that touch of a hand on her face

that smile and soft kind eyes

there was no evil glare of intent as they hit

her frail body in terror alone

abused for days without food or any drink

to quench or give her strength

to sustain this innocent young persons fear

for her there was no mercy near!

 

Managed to escape these captors who cruelly

wrenched her away from friends

while out just walking and so happily chatting

lured by men who seemed kind

who offered to buy them all drink to consume

but the others were suspicious

and got away but she sadly was not fortunate

realising the dangers far too late!

 

Her parents were frantic at receiving the news

a wide search was implemented

every news outlet carried the abduction story

from days into weeks fear grew

all this time the brave girl never gave up hope

her chance came as they slept

weak yet the adrenaline flowed had to get back

courage and determination did not lack!

 

Shivering so scared was picked up by a police

patrol unit who had been called

by a worried resident who saw her pass by

their house but had walked on

there on a bench she sat eyes full of tears

the police woman showed that

gentle touch that had been so long denied

sitting closely by her side!

 

Then the voice she knew so well mum was here

united with love that hug so good

the shaking subsided now safe dad and sister to

together in unity alive and snug

never wanting to ever let any of them out of sight

as her arms gripped them so tight!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Tracey!

At that passed memory a deep sigh

thinking of a love lost

realising feelings had grown

pondering at what cost

confused my mind screamed out

life felt empty and hollow

nothing could console or cheer me

not happy then at being free!

 

So empty many endless hours to fill

what was Tracey doing now

grieving for her those soft moist lips

will always love her somehow

missing her tender passionate touch

it hurts deep down inside

wishing my tears would no longer fall

knowing Tracey no more would call!

 

Those hours and minutes slowly ticked by

solitude filled my years

that telephone message haunts me now

when her voice spoke harsh

never wanting to see or speak to me again

her reasons never did explain!

 

Had only left her bed twelve hours before

what went wrong a conundrum for sure

from that period in my life never redeemed

a passion for a lover I had so long dreamed!

 

Over thirty years have gone by a closure rejected

that love permanently disconnected!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Deep Feeling!

That deep feeling of doom gripped her as she entered

the vast busy rail station terminal

on her way to see friends she had not seen for years

everything seemed well as she waited

for the train to arrive sat happily as people hurried by

hoping the time would fly!

 

Started to doze having to get up so early still so tired

but thoughts of panic soon woke her up

a chill slowly descended on her body so had to stand

everything seemed to be hyper sensitive

footsteps the people talking everything was hazy

was she actually going crazy!

 

Tried calling he sister but there was no signal at all

looking up at the time-table board

saw the train was due in made her way to the track

pulling her case on tiny wheels

even that was heavier than normal just wanted rest

there was a deep memory suppressed!

 

Placed her case in the luggage rack near carriage door

a little easier in the comfortable seat

how her head now hurt what could she not remember

could not recall what she did last night

began to feel tense as the train pulled out the station

her blank mind causing frustration!

 

As the train picked up speed she had flashes of images

like a bullet hit her confused brain

saw a man making love with her both stark naked

images of an object put in her case

handed a mobile telephone told she must get the train

her composure she must maintain!

 

Those early feelings of well-being were now long gone

she was here for another purpose

who was she really somebody had got into her mind

the mobile started to ring loudly

a text message simply read it is your time this day

then clearly knew no running away!

 

It was a loud explosion that rocked the quiet town!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

True Love!

He had waited it seemed so long for love

then his heart pounded

at an office party found himself drawn

to a very alluring lady

had never seen her before this night

beautiful a pure delight!

 

They talked and danced until early light

they were meant to be

eventually parted after a passionate kiss

confirming their second date

over the next few months love bloomed

he was unaware it was doomed!

 

At the start all was a life of magical bliss

within a month moving in

love-making was good yet it felt wrong

she acted too clinical

soon noticed she did not eat anything

or drink alarm bells did ring!

 

From that initial attraction suspicion grew

there was a coldness

he had not noticed before becoming wary

yet she looked so perfect

decided it best to end this strained affair

his life with her could not share!

 

Why had he got that reluctance to explain

why his feelings had changed

but summing up the courage now spoke

she seemed more distant

as they sat together on the large settee

he just wanted to be free!

 

From being truly elated he had found love

to dumping the stunning woman

but he had become terrified being close

after the words were spoken

her mood changed and the reply stark

as venomous words it did spark!

 

Without emotion said he could not leave

had never loved a human before

was an android living within our society

he was shaken to the core

got up to escape this beast foolishly said

its hand hit his head!

 

Down in the busy street a body battered

on the pavement spattered!

 

He never did find his true Love!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Special Day!

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.

 

Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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