Predicted!

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.

 

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Billionaire!

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.

Death!

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.

 

Released!

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.

 

Uncharted Seas!

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.

Encounter!

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.

 

 

 

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The Pub Sign!

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.

 

 

 

Red Rose

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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His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Compelled!

She knew it was not her actions but compelled

by the evil spirit within

where it had found her she had no knowledge

continuously really scared

had tried to seek help from a the local priest

but this was a powerful beast!

 

Dominating to the point of complete control

whenever it so desired

turning this sweet innocent young woman

into a predatory monster

charm oozing from every orifice and pore

until the victims ran no more!

 

She always looked beautiful a pleasure to meet

funny a captivating female

men were lured into the chameleons deadly lair

then the mask was removed

revealing the grotesque creature escape futile

carnage created for while!

 

From that first pleasant meeting it soon changed

to screaming obscenities

before any chance of detection just evaporated

returning in a new location

the woman trapped now helpless and horrified

suffering and inwardly died!

 

Compelled the real soul within had become lost

but a small spark remained

finding that tiny moment of reality she arrived

at that church doorway

an observant mature priest spotted here there

of her plight was aware!

 

An experienced exorcist was careful on approach

not to arouse the beast

lured it covertly into a secure and sealed room

tying the battered body

in a heavy oak chair bolted firmly to the solid floor

was it too late he was not sure!

 

The desperate battle to expel evil had begun

could her weak possessed soul survive?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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