Upon Us!

The suns light beams down upon us

giving life to those below

as they toiled on the parched ground

temperatures souring higher

seasons hard to define as cold and wet

overcome once tropical areas

now natures struggling to find a balance

motion of life could not advance!

 

Unclean air quality adds to human misery

contaminated by harmful elements

that cannot be seen or felt as its absorbed

life becoming more fragile

feelings are out of control under the sun

disasters mount people displaced

the routine of living completely falls apart

kindness is gone exposing a cold heart!

 

Into The Wilderness we go forth!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Happy New Year!

Another year has come to a violent end

yet again the people do not disappoint

death destruction chaos misery abound

nothing different to those times before

as always nature the master of mankind

with other malicious forces is entwined!

 

Another unknown year is about to start

here we go again into the twilight zone

full of uncertainty where nothing is clear

so may I just add Happy New Year!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Touched!

She could see trees blowing

no wind touched her skin

floating above the ground

without pain nor any stress

just that sensation of peace

from all the turmoil release!

 

Could see herself far below

laying lifeless in bushes

many birds around her flew

heard angelic voices singing

a light shone clouds parted

this earthly life departed!

 

Into the realms on high rose

fading away the death scene

misery and suffering below

leaving the evil to rage on

family to grief her passing

but remembered everlasting!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Bench!

A time when the bench was my place to reflect

a haven of sanity in a young mind

unable to communicate thoughts kept within

not knowing what path to take

or how soon I would get out of my depression

had that blank facial expression!

 

The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach

away from the misery of home

surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads

just as my life in a daze reached

feeling there was no hope needing direction

with society had a disconnection!

 

This was over fifty years passed still remember

determination guided me to safety

avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair

into drink and drugs addiction

found my own route away from the shady side

from life’s reality never did hide!

 

Where humans dwell misery is always too near

we should feel safe but live in fear!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

So Easy!

So easy to give up holding your head high anymore

to let those who think they have power of control

who threaten and bully to enter through your door

focus never give in or let them overstep their role

too much authority given to the corrupt and rotten

leaving us unprotected vulnerable and forgotten!

 

The rights of us all eroded allowing debt collectors

the power to hound and cause untold misery

with no recourse of legal support to fight the case

more becoming trapped in positions none can face!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Edge of Chaos!

Life seemed to be on the edge of chaos

misery was spreading

with the upsurge in gutter poverty

and that haunting stare

wherever you walked beggars pleading

their will to live receding!

 

Arriving home one evening there sitting

on my porch step a man

this was my first impression nearing

its shape changed before me

coming to a halt uncertain what to expect

hostility began to detect!

 

For what seemed minutes it did not move

then crawled out of view

cautiously approached there was a stain

green and foul-smelling

avoiding the substance yet very aware

that it was right there!

 

Instinct made me turn feeling a presence

the mass was at my back

just managed to escape its fateful grasp

crashing to the flower bed

running from my own house petrified

for me nowhere to hide!

 

From their desperation they were created

an abominable creation of beast

were mutated by the pollution and poverty

until that moment had never seen

just an urban legend until we collided

my emotions deeply divided!

 

Illusions gone discovering it was real not fiction

these predators humans mutated

the population grew it became an affliction

as poverty divided rich from poor

once like me a human living with family ties

with all the hidden deceits and lies!

 

Life was chaos nights became a fight for our survival!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Late!

She was lost in a strange town late at night

feeling the worst from the booze

had been separated from her best friend

found herself in a street of terraced

houses many boarded up and vandalised

her situation had not analysed!

 

Sweating had to vomit it projected outward

into the pitch black of an alley way

almost falling but a graffiti covered wall

kept her on unstable aching legs

her eyes watery began to feel unprotected

alone afraid and dejected!

 

Noises around her footsteps a bottle smashed

a rasping growl from her right

there was something close by in the alleyway

certain it was coming towards her

started to walk then tried to run but tumbled

onto broken glass crumpled!

 

Sharp pain was added to all her other misery

tried to crawl leaving a blood trail

there was nobody about she was isolated

could move no more exhausted

again heard a guttural growl then by her side

a dog stood had nowhere to hide!

 

It was huge snarling fangs exposed dripping

saliva all over her broken body

the eyes black that overwhelmed her soul

the stench of its breath nauseous

screamed frenziedly certain this the end

with no energy her being to defend!

 

Soon lost consciousness through exhaustion

and oozing from the glass wounds

suddenly found herself being rudely shaken

then a voice she thought was an angel

at first was distant yet a growing awareness

a determination to survive did caress!

 

Blurred vision cleared and there was her friend

paramedics were in attendance

she now laid upon a cot within the ambulance

as a chill made her shudder

but just before they parted she saw once more

the dog watching as they shut the door!

 

Realised this terror had not been a hallucination!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Lived!

They had lived here for thousands of years

generation born and died

in their culture with happiness and unity

there was nothing to fear

but the worry of drought or torrential rain

communities to sustain!

 

Risk of bandits or disputes with neighbours

but problems resolved together

or through compromise and code of honour

the children knew freedom

no hatred cruelty wars nor sense of despair

where there was mercy and care!

 

They could each exist with their own free will

until settlers came to call

no understanding for the native inhabitants

what they wanted cruelly took

driving them off their ancient and sacred land

where each made their last stand!

 

From then on that tranquillity and peace gone

that virgin land ripped apart

the resources gauged out for power and profit

from the earth they loved

live stock slaughtered their paradise now taken

from their inherited culture did awaken!

 

Survival death and misery would be their future!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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

 

Trapped!

Though all around the voices were distant

in his own thoughts was trapped

that smile from his face had long gone

on him age had taken its toll

from hope to pessimism causing misery

realising he had become a visionary!

 

But he knew this was just the recollections

of the life he had once enjoyed

conversations now were only with himself

the ability to communicate lost

could only sit in the nursing home trapped

his life-force now sapped!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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