Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

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Marked!

Staring out from behind his closed curtains

this man was so petrified

could see the large black car parked outside

knew they were after him

there was nowhere else to hide trapped

hope and energy sapped!

 

Could not keep quiet about what he knew

his conscience could not allow

had to tell the public of alien infiltration

in the fabric of our society

even if they partly accepted his disclosures

he would risk exposure!

 

This he was prepared to do by going public

through the national papers

and television channels had nowhere to hide

had even taken documents

tried to safeguard his wife and only daughter

they to were at risk of slaughter!

 

Many colleagues had mysterious accidents

or this was the scenario used

classed as traitors for exposing information

considered of a top-secret nature

he knew the risks had been cornered here

had no time to get clear!

 

This was his private hideaway by the lakes

though knew nothing was secret

from the agents whose job it was to silence

known as the men in black

there was nothing more to be done trapped

his body and soul sapped!

 

Heard them approaching only one thing to do

sent his wife one last email

sat behind his desk calmly typed a message

laid back in the leather chair

the dark suited strangers smashed their way in

lies about him would begin!

 

Headlines read in a car crash scientist killed!

friends knew his prediction was fulfilled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Silhouette!

From the crowds I saw your angelic silhouette

luminous and so unbelievably pure

a radiance that filled me with such a warmth

every fear and tension disappeared

even with the growing chanting angry crowd

the aroused mob getting loud!

 

Pushed from behind forced to fall on my knees

on seeking you once more

no longer there that vision of  such loveliness

in contrast to the surroundings

what had been a peaceful and friendly protest

turned to violence and arrest!

 

A passer-by that found themselves in hand cuffs

forced into a police van

no matter what I said my words were ignored

transported to a nearby jail

yet that image sustained my calmness and grief

inside a growing belief!

 

Here certain for a purpose inside so strong

as I waited with many

to be booked in by the custody sergeant

she was here as well

then as our eyes focused just disappeared

this had become weird!

 

In the very spot stood a frightened woman

crying scared and dejected

going across to speak just to show support

we ended up in conversation

like me had been picked up just observing

certainly disconcerting.

 

Her brother amongst the demonstrators

who had been injured

trying to help him was arrested for affray

not knowing how badly hurt

could not get any news felt really dejected

in her domineer reflected!

 

The mission now clear to give you support

both wrongly accused

neither connected to the violent dispute

the girl then revealed

that she had briefly spoken to  a radiant angel

who said it would be well!

 

That somebody will be with you for guidance

and hold your hand

smiling she was right me here by your side

a few hours later we left

no charges made to seek a  brothers condition

distress now in remission!

 

They were brought together as total strangers

but left together as close friends!

 

The angelic figure watched them go satisfied

cupid had done her work!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Narrow Lane!

Even as a young child the narrow lane

was a place of  fear!

I’m never at ease when I come back

and travel the route.

Nothing has changed that I can tell

a path to a dark spell!

 

My parents farm is situated at the end

called hangman’s noose!

Which made me curious why this name

had always been used.

Often I’d seen a young woman walking

but faded as I tried talking!

 

My friends had seen her to and reluctant

to tread that path again!

None of the locals ventured along there

the superstition ran deep!

Strangers often took the wrong turning

tyre rubber soon burning!

 

Though not all got safely back on track

some swerved and crashed.

Into an old tree halfway along the lane

none of them survived!

Stories written of malevolent forces

told to me by reliable sources!

 

Never in my memory did I ever feel alone

going down the narrow lane!

Oppressive and barren voices in the breeze

my parents still live there.

They knew more of its past than they’d say

our ancestors under the lane lay!

 

My father only said for sinful deeds they’d done!

this will be your curse to son!

 

What these were the answers I’ve yet to discover!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Journey!

The waiting room looked neglected and cold

rubbish lay about the floor a silent wind blew

posters hung in tatters from the damp walls

shadows darted about outside the shut door

voices seemed to emanate from somewhere

a foreboding place who would venture here!

 

Upon this scene some strangers willingly came

most unaware of the evil this space had become

where sunlight did not penetrate this dingy room

rats and insects never came within these walls

soon five would arrive with a special connection

that needed a powerful spiritual protection!

 

For there was evil and darkness here on earth

long before that of mankind’s first birth

absorbed into the molecules of god’s creation

intent on possession and extermination!

 

Like angelic super heroes they came to do battle!

 

The Foureyed Poet.