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is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints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.

 

 

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Inhumane!

They asked for nothing but respect

to be noticed their voice heard

not spat upon treated as inhumane

by the smartly dressed passersby

the smell of their expensive perfume

sitting in the gutter with no room!

 

The big cars going by spewing fumes

unable to eat or stay clean

once had their own home and dignity

but loss of work and debt

forced the young family onto the street

the true society did meet!

 

More found themselves in a poverty trap

the comfortably off sneered

those who knew understood found it hard

realizing their situation severe

as the support now rapidly disappeared

and meltdown for them all neared!

 

A society where the dived was beyond help!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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

That touch of your soft skin as we embraced

was a sensation I had forgot

the connection of care and warmth thrilling

within my being fulfilling

it was a shock to realise I had become distant

my anger so consistent.

 

My relationships had always been a disaster

an emptiness had persisted

physically abused left to suffer on my own

hostility surrounded me

feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect

believing I was a  reject!

 

Knowing that my body was what they wanted

no kindness or love given

until that chance meeting as I contemplated

thinking of my desperation

you were the good Samaritan showed the way

saw me as a person not prey!

 

Your touch and gentle words gave me hope

to start again able to cope.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Escalator!

On that long steep downward escalator

amongst the commuters

a gaunt motionless girl did appear

at first not being noticed

until people walked right through

then panic did ensue!

 

Instantly it spread just wanting to escape

pushing in both directions

staff feared there could be casualties

what had caused the event

on a week day the main station disrupted

as such chaos erupted!

 

A manager looked up from the lower level

at the sheer stairway angle

seeing the hunched figure halfway up

that never seemed to move

no response to his voice so started to climb

as around him was oozing slime!

 

The escalator that had been eerily stationary

began to creek into action

but it had been switched off sometime earlier

and the black slime increased

now becoming very slippery under his feet

definitely not feeling upbeat!

 

Four others were trapped as the flow rose

oozing out of every crevice

running the only way onto the platform

she stood by the tunnel entrance.

now countless more joined in a silent leer

what was going on here?

 

Dread filled their hearts were they going to die

turning slowly to each other

in unison grasped tightly their hands to pray

looking back it was clear

everything seemed normal an empty station

what was the explanation?

 

The escalator as they approached was working

and being used as normal

it seemed the incident lasted only minutes

and was resolved quickly

could it have been a mass linked hallucination

a paranormal invasion?

 

Their lives changed forever as it’s often said

getting on with their work

what they’d seen etched into their memories

months later it came to light

while urgent was work carried out on the line

by the Do Not Enter Tunnel sign!

 

As they dug deep a mass grave was discovered

it was established from the plague

that no authority had realised was even there

had this been the ghosts they saw

nothing touched but care and respect shown

to the many unknown!

 

Sightings are a regular occurrence even now

but less frightening somehow

what triggered this event was never found

to the many this was profound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Often Unseen

Often unseen the many forgotten people

in any inhabited places.

Lonely struggling to live on low pay

to proud to ask for support.

Not only the elderly are in the shade

emotions not displayed.

 

Many living in homes without any heating

eating little with no contact.

Confined to one room all they own in a bag

nobody comes to call.

Some work long hours on the minimum wage

but are not filled with rage.

 

Not demanding nor expecting any support

or trying to fleece the state.

Genuine lonely and truly independent souls

who deserve more respect.

Giving the kindness most of won’t ever receive

a rare gift in humility they believe.

 

Vulnerable as they still think in the old values

of  honesty and respect!

Making them ideal targets for those to hound

intent on taking their last pound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.