Sky People!

Upon the vast reservation a beautiful delight

scary in light more at night

orbs of all colours and sizes fill the skies

those gazing it did hypnotize

part of the native american culture embraced

with their lives this was encased!

 

Always welcomed upon the sacred indian lands

no fear on plains or grasslands

sky people part of their history they share

with pride are prepared to declare

military interaction not allowed on reservations

nor need for secret observations!

 

Here part of the fabric of each ones existence

with an unspoken reverence

do not hide any secrets nor create false trails

unlike the free world telling tales

where the real truth for us is impossible to find

tangled webs they never will unwind!

 

From a truly uncomplicated non corrupted race

one with nature and able to face

spiritual civilisations and dimensions unseen

that none of us have foreseen

forever they interact with UFO’s and Alien life

where for them there is no strife!

 

The native american indians even to this day

face persecution yet guide the way

to a perception of life most could never see

their essence evermore magically free!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Unholy Beasts!

The vicar stood at the entrance to his church

was confronted by the body

of a woman a cross had pierced her heart

he did not recognise her

the silver cross he knew was from the altar

his faith did briefly falter!

 

He was sure only half an hour ago he saw it

checked within it had gone

tried to phone the authorities really shaken

the phone line only crackled

returned the body was no longer laying there

at the blood could only stare!

 

The sun beat down as the church clock chimed

striking twelve midday

looked around at the many neat rows of graves

something caught his eye

bravely walking towards this small object

nearing it stood erect!

 

Looked like a gargoyle an ancient inhuman beast

the female body lay torn apart

the silver cross flung aside blood spattered

retreating it sped away

from this position he could see many more

an infestation could not ignore!

 

Tightly holding his bible he had been carrying

went into the sanctuary

of his church slamming forcefully the oak door

heard quiet  gentle talking

a couple sat admiring the carvings unconcerned

as he approached turned!

 

Smiling as a young woman joined them worried

her friend she could not find

the vicar heard what she said regrettably knew

where had they come from

high-pitched screeching spoilt the tranquillity

as he felt the encroaching hostility!

 

Remembering work had just started on the crypt

in the basement of the church

why did they leave him alone could not figure

the family stood disturbed

would have to tell them the truth and confide

what was massing outside!

 

Whatever these abominable manifestations were

there seemed no escape

tears were heavy at hearing a friend had expired

noise increased panic grew

clear they could not cross the church’s holy line

he needed a divine sign!

 

Were these sent here from satan’s nefarious domain

before the simple altar he prayed

afraid this was the beginning of man’s final stand

the family knelt in veneration

at the same moment each felt the slight tremor

which soon became a roar!

 

Items fell from around the ancient parish church

books magazines pews tipped

then above their heads the large cross crashed

in front of them staying upright

the face of Christ was at their eye level glowing

at that moment faith flowing!

 

Everything went still a calm was now restored

standing in unison they hugged

the vicar made his way to the door opening it

walking into the chilly air

a layer of white clouds covered the blue sky

he raised his arms up high!

 

He could heard a soft voice calling out for help

looking around the headstones

saw lots of scorch marks then nothing else

then the young woman

who had been butchered found sat on a seat

clothed but with bare feet!

 

She smiled brightly as her friend approached

faded into the surroundings

they all had witnessed this wonderful sight

a bond between them grown

they left in peace promising to come back

with her family and memorial plaque!

 

The vicar watched them go united in reverence

what they had experienced was intense!

 

Their lives had been changed forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Grey Stallion!

It came to an abrupt halt a few feet ahead

snarling in a rage

sweat pouring from its dark grey skin

where had the creature come

eye to eye we firmly stood our ground

the presence did astound!

 

The emotion of fear was overwhelming

tendons and sinews taunt

my way upon the pathway was blocked

daring me to make a move

as though a burning hate at my presence

with this had to show reverence!

 

Man against this mighty formidable beast

as it rose on hind legs

towering over me in an aggressive manner

a humbling moment

stumbling back in worry of my existence

from me no chance of resistance!

 

Suddenly as it had begun the confrontation

subsided and became placid

the mighty grey stallion calmly backed away

bowing its head as is with respect

in an instance gone from my suspicious stare

of my vulnerability was aware!

 

An encounter that would linger within me forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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