No Warnings!

There were no warnings as the ground shook

furniture tipped over crockery smashed

panic overwhelmed the startled population

seemed too powerful for an after shock

wide cracks appeared in the fertile ground

rising up like a mass burial mound!

 

From that once stable happy environment

a good life of fun pleasure and unity

a heaven on earth without hate or violence

far from the despicable created misery

this community lived unnoticed in peace

until that moment hope did cease!

 

Had been said there were volcanoes beneath

but after so long complacency grew

until it was triggered and dreams were gone

just escaping the inferno as magnum

gushed into the fresh open air lava flowed

to all nearby no mercy was showed!

 

The destruction of the virtual reality society

instigated not only by mankind

but the might of an earth now fighting back

as unprecedented natural disasters

began to plague a weary battered civilization

into fearing this was damnation!

 

Humans thought they were in total control

found their part was only a minor role!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Hit!

Felt that hard tap on his back and was annoyed

plenty of room for him to get by

as the man who came in only washed his hands

leaving as if it were planned

was he a victim thought it odd could not forget

over the day began to fret!

 

The spot he was hit rapidly became very sore

nausea soon overwhelmed him

became bedridden anxious as his poor condition

began to recall that encounter

with an increasing haze of a debilitating fever

in conspiracy theories a believer!

 

True had expressed his thoughts in his own blog

of events certain were staged

but until that moment never imagined the risk

would warrant a professional hit

knew nobody would accept this was the case

any evidence there would be no trace!

 

Rushed to hospital he could just make the call

doctors pondered his symptoms

within two days body weak total organ failure

on autopsy a faint mark detected

a tiny puncture wound a trace substance found

knew his life was outbound!

 

Cremated death certificate read cause undermined

but in his mind knew as he died

was another victim who came far too near the truth

trying to spread his theories

that was not within the authorities agenda to allow

he was just another fatality now!

 

Is this just another conspiracy theory or actual fact?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Passion!

It was only a moment of passion that lead

to an emotional turmoil

so much pain foolishly falling allowing

himself to be taken in

she was married at the time did not know

letting his desires grow!

 

She overwhelmed an inexperienced youth

still cocooned at home

without sexual thoughts or complications

his pride his game console

until he started in full-time employment

willing to give consent.

 

Thrust from virginity to a new perception

thrill of a much older woman

six months on she began of him to tire

as the truth began to dawn

realized he was just a diversion on the side

no moral code applied!

 

Only her break from a long stagnant marriage

with no loving connections

he another victim as the woman digressed

the husband no longer cared

but the youth simply left to learn a bitter test

certainly an experience to ingest!

 

Maybe those memories of  an  intense passion

would turn from bitterness to conquest!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Mr Gray’s Encounter!

He had always been fascinated with ancient buildings

especially quaint country churches

often travelling a long way to explore their structures

and delve into the historic facts

on one such adventurous journey to the countryside

his sanity he would have to decide!

 

Cycling by his attention was drawn to a church spire

he had not seen many like it

surrounded by a neat graveyard headstones in rows

musing a nice place to be buried

he even saw the priest standing by the entrance gate

then walking up the path as if late.

 

As Mr Gray approached the path he had gone inside

thinking he must speak to him later

stood back to really view the magnificent structure

and absorb the unique atmosphere

the smell of freshly cut hay enhancing his experience

he sat with no interference.

 

The bench had a plaque which read in memory of Joan

the rest of the writing had faded

Relaxed nearly fell asleep heard the noise of a door catch

that was being turned behind him

taking little notice expecting the priest to slowly pass by

nobody came he questioned why?

 

After awhile curiosity made him get up and venture inside

it was rather dark as he expected

sunlight beamed in through a large stained glassed window

over the altar in front of him

then again he saw the priest this time kneeling in prayer

of him did not seem aware!

 

So not to disturb him took a closer look at paintings

and read booklets on the history

eventually finding himself being drawn to the altar

the priest was no longer there

he certainly had not seen nor heard anybody leave

but he was not alone he did believe!

 

A deep sense of foreboding now overwhelmed him

his skin burned down his back

like claws were ripping his flesh the agony increased

and the smell of decay immense

around his body two bony hands with strips of skin

crushing his organs within!

 

Crying out for god’s mercy to save his eternal soul

in agony and despair blacked out

he awoke sitting on a pew facing the altar icy cold

staggering headed for the door

going into a shadow filled and  warm summers night

even his bicycle a wonderful sight!

 

How he got back to the guest house could not recall

needing medical help for his wounds

soon seeking answers for his most strange encounter

enquired about the village priest

local people said he had died twelve months before

nobody worshipped there any more!

 

Found dead ripped to shreds laying across the altar

it was thought devils work

what had attacked him while within this holy church

what other forces had entered

leaving with more questions than answers to ponder

something beside him did wander!

 

Mr Gray’s encounter was far from over for him!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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