Charlie!

Charlie stood tall by a white cross

surrounded by thousands more

to the living the cemetery empty

but he was not there on his own

by each one many others stared

more deaths added to the toll

as on that yearly memorial day

for their loss the living did pray!

 

Each one their futures were taken

generations that never existed

families still reflecting the void

as more joined a premature end

peace had never been reached

the mood charged with dread

infinite ghosts haunted the living

for the majority life unforgiving!

 

Once more Charlie could only view

as a spectator the growing queue!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Halloween!

The night the dead rise from their graves

entering earths fragile domain

our emotions are raised to frantic heights

for many fun to scare each other

not believing evil has really been freed

upon their souls it doth feed!

 

Today all hallows eve is fun for children

who wear costumes depicting

ghosts monsters creatures of the night

going to houses to trick or treat

to receive sweets now a social event

without any malicious intent!

 

But within the myth is there hidden truth

with a heightened probability

there is a sinister reality to these tales

that have been long jaded

that through our long fudged history

there does exist a dark mystery!

 

Maybe wise to remember on this festival

some of those you meet

are not living humans in the darkness

and should take extra care

who you are with and may well interact

it’s not lurking ghouls you attract!

 

On this one night of Halloween each year

pray in your life they do not interfere!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet

 

 

Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Humble Pray!

On her knees in humble pray

seeking solace from despair

amongst decay and rubble

with ever-increasing trouble

many lives lost not forgotten

in a society totally rotten!

 

Painfully struggling to kneel

to god for mercy did appeal

the oppressors had no care

without morality to share

raising her arms to the sky

simply asked her God why?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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On The Edge!

The pressure became too much for her that night

just wanted to take off in flight

jump off a bridge or run in front of a fast train

thoughts screaming in her brain

voices would not go away impossible to pray

could not take it another day!

 

Unable get any sleep her relationship ended

something she had not intended

he just said the wrong words that really hurt

with her hand ripped his shirt

hit him in a fit of anger then just had to leave

that tension had to relieve!

 

Why she was angry one minute so manic the next

made her feel even more vexed

everything magnified to the extent of compulsion

within she now felt repulsion

increasingly becoming distant from normal reality

she became ever nearer to insanity!

 

Her friends had tried to help but it was rejected

it was though with evil infected

she now found herself on the car park top floor

how she got there unsure

as the noise in her mind became so unbearable

confused life was unrepairable!

 

Seconds later jumped in her mind flying like a bird

a faint thud witnesses heard.

bunches of flowers and tribute laid at the very spot

to her family never to be forgot

the man from whom she had the disturbing split

the shock could never get over it!

 

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.

Was There A Man?

Was there a man sent by an all mighty god

to save and guide humanity

his own son here in a harsh roman period

talking to thousands of followers

creating miracles and healing the sick

was this real or just a clever trick?

It is not for me to make any conclusions

millions believe in their religions

though used as a reason for terrible violence

no way can I judge just quietly observe

can it now unite every people and bond

comfort those who feel wronged!

What I do not understand is the wealth

when there are many with nothing

where is that humility are we not all equal

to share the fruits amongst the flock

mother earth is our church not a dwelling

this thought I find more compelling!

As this season comes to that special day

peace and unity for this I shall pray!

The Foureyed Poet.

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