How do we define a human beings life
that seems to click into place
is sweetness and bright without strife
others only nightmares do face
maybe earth for some a Heaven state
many Hell just misery and hate!
The rest live in a struggling neutral mode
juggling their burdens and heavy load
who are just able to live not thrive
hardships for billions who do not survive!
#ThefoureyedPoet.
The young girl walked very slowly
down a crowded and noisy street
head bowed feeling alone so lowly
not wanting to talk shuffling her feet
dejection showed in her pretty face
looking much older than her years
another statistic lost without trace
in dingy streets where evil appears
each day filled with so deep despair
forced to be abused just to survive
felt no decent human was out there
not caring if she were dead or alive
sixteen years had passed Eli by
parents threw her out at fifteen
confused upset wondering why
learning how life could be so mean
met a man she thought was nice
but he introduced her to drugs
which led in a short time to vice
he was a pimp one of many thugs
she was deep in a unable to escape
began to think death the one release
desperately contacted an old mate
who unknown had joined the police
through an inner strength and will
helping her got away from the shit
now happy at eighteen no longer ill
survived to tell had risen from the pit!
Joyfully a young life had been saved
from the clutches of exploitation
hoping her life from now on paved
with respect and full of celebration!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
They predicted the end of our civilisation
giving the date for an ancient prophecy
nibiru would collide with earth foretold
but this did not happen society goes on
they were not deterred they got it wrong
so another date was rapidly to us given
no doubt that moment may well arrive
as it gets harder in this society to survive?
A large planet said to be in the solar system
all the stars in thousands of years aligned
an expert said our time was really ended
yet here we are into another perilous week
as tornadoes earthquakes and volcanos erupt
at an increasing and unprecedented ferocity
unrest and violence unfolds before mankind
many apocalyptic scenarios are defined!
A catastrophic event will overwhelm us eventually!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower
the billionaire surveyed the city below
now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people
who believed his every word
within his mind and being certain them understood
his intentions its said were good!
Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain
could achieve his full schedule
protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies
never himself struggling to survive
nor ever evicted from the place he called home
the streets in all weathers to roam!
Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay
or standing in a food bank queue
paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt
not entitled to benefits to ease hardship
sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones
nobody sympathetic to your groans!
Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy
walking the only mode to get about
that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near
no warm abode or a safe dry bed
the divide so immense how could he comprehend
to his tower most would not ascend!
Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care
but his vast fortune would never share!
TheFoureyedPoet.
Felt the shot just a little pain
saw him there gazing
yet had no fear to sustain
my life began fazing
darkness followed like a veil
into death did sail!
Familiar voices they comforted
without a sense of dread
visions of my past reconstructed
formed like a woven thread
being within this timeless zone
stillness in the unknown!
Wars deception endless carnage gone
that longed for tranquility
affected by life’s endless marathon
years of passionate futility
of bills threats or toiling to survive
now no longer alive!
That cycle had ended forever!
The Foureyed Poet.
From the bomb crater the beast was released
the massive explosion scattered
shrapnel and debris outwards at high velocity
and downward deep in the ground
penetrating a long hidden uncharted cave
a hole exposed by the shock wave!
With the evacuation and devastation it came
nobody knew of the presence
from below the alien creature had emerged
from long confinement
awoken after thousand of centuries trapped
to the atmosphere hard to adapt!
Unlike all the earthbound humanoid species
this being was not carbon based
nor in a solid form looking like a dark mist
blending in with the surroundings
because of our gravity needed a host to survive
buried deep only reason alive!
It searched for a victim to enter and control
but the battle raged on
the explosion that had set an evil alien free
sensed few living about
desperate saw a soldier in ruins cowering
soon his mind devouring!
From a hunched weary man now stood tall
his eyes lit brightly
a predator filled with the long pent-up anger
could start his quest
walking along abruptly the body just dropped
a bullet in the back stopped!
There was nobody to transfer into felt the pain
and the end of life
back in its innate shape hovered over the scene
blending in with smoke
rising from the fires that littered far below
decided it was the moment to go!
Into the vacuum of space where it could survive
to wander in search
of another world that itself could easily destroy
settling on passing asteroid
leaving earth to be eradicated by its own hand
as ill winds the fires fanned!
With a last thought could do no more damage
than the brutality of the human rage!
The Foureyed Poet.
From the depths of the mainly uncharted seas
much polluted by mans progress
as fishing has nearly wiped out some species
or they have been poisoned
by what is pumped and dispersed into the brine
many choosing to ignore its decline!
So much uncharted still unable to reach the depths
what lay beyond our reach
creatures as yet unseen or detected in darkness
pressures man cannot survive
are there the monsters of mythology existing
detection still to us resisting!
Lost cities and civilisations sunk below the waves
as the minute living creatures
are dying will this bring to the surface new terrors
unidentified submerged objects
have been seen below and above oceans surface
not of known origin or its purpose!
Vast expanses of water covering two-thirds of earth
enigmas of what is in the deep
always talk of space and exploration of universes
yet little is known of this planet
we inhabit showing no respect or desire to save it
as our behaviour becomes shit!
The waves still lap the beaches as the tide roles in
yet there is a disquiet surging
expecting those who created the ecological mess
to quickly rectify their blunders
but more are created as the atomic clock ticks
there is no more luck or magic tricks!
The mighty sea dominates our every moment
its fatal force and secrets ever-present!
The Foureyed Poet.
It was a compulsive sensation why I entered
that dingy little back street shop
a bell tinkled on opening the door so quaint
a thick atmosphere greeted me
filled with images of witch craft and magic
even down to a broomstick!
Unusual smells herbs and a pungent odour
nobody was there serving
but a faint red light was just visible to me
through a long string blind
a voice called out so faint gentle and sweet
this person I had to meet!
What had drawn me here to this odd vicinity
was as yet unanswered
again the voice called asking me to come back
into a room in the rear
there an attractive woman sat in the dim light
crystal ball on table an odd sight!
Politely asked me to sit it was an eerie feeling
told me she had been waiting
knew that I would call in at this very moment
she had to tell my fortune
as there was danger waiting for me this night
my existence was in plight!
Just wanted to get up and run from the encounter
yet intrigued to know more
dressed like a gypsy was beautiful but beguiling
listening as she spoke
looking at me through dark empty piercing eyes
she began truth or twisted lies?
Said I had come to visit a dead relatives house
met the house keeper
her daughter with whom had become friends
but just wanted the money
left to me in her will that had not yet been read
thinking they deserved it instead!
But it went deeper being the base of a demonic cult
an evil entity to me had attached
listening doubting every word that she was saying
but becoming aware of a presence
behind me felt somebody was touching my back
as if being entering energy lacked!
She could see my expression change and knew
it’s here with you right now
objects in the room began to shake and fall
this is a powerful demon attached
for the moment only a temporary suppression
felt the rising oppression!
Had the strong urge to attack her right then
but she told me to drink
a liquid she had prepared I drank it down
the last memory spoken words
some hours later opened my eyes in a chair
trapped like an animal in a snare!
In the half-light saw a dark shape watching
the woman approached
stood in front of me said there is no choice
your violence was contained
your exorcism would begin to cast it out
you survival there is doubt!
So this is the dreadful point that I have reached
all my hopes could soon be gone
the old priest came near rage within rising
my body shook uncontrollably
the task began from this evil could I be freed
praying it would succeed!
The Foureyed Poet.
The Pub sign depicted a horned devil like creature
the exterior had an unwelcome feel
this was the attraction to visitors the weird feature
it certainly had that ghoulish appeal
rumours told of witchcraft and human sacrifice
the entire building was not nice!
Sacrificial blood its said was used to paint the sign
implements of torture and knives
adorned dark walls of irregular and uneven design
where a stench of death survives
from every corner there seems some movement
often faint voices in torment!
Hooded figures are often seen inside and without
though often considered spectral
stories suggest some are mortal creating doubt
in caves below the cult goes on
the practice never ended the dead cannot rest
and with visitors emotions jest!
The village a hamlet lost in a medieval time line
the old pub the central core
the church now a ruin after going into decline
an unexplained fire years before
the pub sign draws your attention like a beacon
causing resistance to weaken!
Yet the tourists come in search of its unholy past
even the sceptics leave unnerved
tainted by questions of its history the legend cast
whatever the truth its observed
that repugnant awareness takes away rationality
that has led to insanity!
It start with the first glance of The Pub Sign!
The Foureyed Poet.
In my garden the red rose has been growing
long before I arrived here
it has become like a beacon of hope glowing
that forever is showing
the will to survive whatever hardships faced
since in the earth placed!
When in bloom the deep red petals enthrall
my belief in life transcends
what a magnificent flower there firm and tall
the message of hope it sends
an ability to take anything and bounce back
a hardiness we often lack!
Through all weathers children pets and time
seeming to die and resurrect
withers bursting back into bloom so sublime
watching the phases connect
like an eye on civilisation there before me
humbly in awe I look at thee!
The Red Rose is there for everybody to see.
The Foureyed Poet.
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