So Easy To Hurt!

Walking slowly around my garden

looking at the grass and dirt

reflecting my past a bad bargain

much has happened many hurt

its gone can’t be changed now

making a simple life more difficult

easy for small problems to be big

takes no effort to pass an insult

intending each remark just to dig

still going on causing an atmosphere

not always sure why we do it is clear

for absolutely no reason it can start

really strange as our time is short

verbal poison yet with love in the heart

a case of couples unwittingly caught

in a trap they just can’t get out of easily

gone the will to repair damage feasibly!

 

At last sitting down on a calm warm morn

waking from a daydream sort of state

none the wiser of mans ways on this dawn

in a modern society do we all need a mate

breaking up often bitter hard to contemplate

life moves fast should be no time to hate!

 

A row can erupt into a lifetime of deep regret!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Crave!

How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is like a distant mime

every event long ago played

so easy to try and reshape the blunder

that tugs at our stressful minds

we forget those moments of wonder

bad memories linger good fade

can our lives be planned even the pain

win or fail this is meant to be so

many facets to reach for a higher plain

maybe it is best we do not know

that there is no possibility to go back

not at this point in our turbulent history

would this be a cosmic crime

what might have been stays a mystery!

 

Life for us is short ticktock! For nobody will it stop!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Crave!

How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is a distant mime

events that have long been played

easy to think of reshaping our blunders

that often tug at our stressful minds

forgetting those few moments of wonders

bad memories linger good hidden by blinds!

 

Yet I feel life is planned often causing pain

win or fail is this preordained to be

many aspects to learn reaching a higher plain

no possibility for us to go back and see

with such a turbulent and horrendous history

to survive reasonably unscathed a victory

trying to change what has gone a cosmic crime

mysteries must stay lost in the veil’s of time!

 

Life for us is short ticktock for nobody will it stop!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Before Him!

Before him the road gave way leaving a deep hole

swerving just in time hit the verge

but as he thanked God for his mercy that day

saw the sky light up like a search light

getting out could feel the heat as objects fell

noise hurt his ears as it began to roar

like bombs exploded around where he cowered

fiery meteors from the heavens showered!

 

Not of mankind’s evil and psychotic mind or hands

but an unlimited wrath of the gods

where those who had perpetrated death and carnage

would face the same fate as the innocent

no escape for any living creature as the purge began

before him the earth and sky became one

as no longer could be seen familiar stars nor the sun

as this society’s time it seems was done!

 

Before him witnessed the end yet he knew the rebirth

would come upon the scorched ancient earth!

 

Am I but a story-teller of truth or just of fantasy?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Unable!

Gazing at the throng of humanity

he sat unable to understand

tired of such a long turbulent life

the memories still clear

unable to comprehend that need

their desire to proceed!

 

To prolong their lives into centuries

he found after a hundred years

so hard to face always stayed young

as friends and family aged

his girlfriends withered by his side

leaving him when they died!

 

An enzyme within his DNA the reason

his life seemed to never end

had thought often of taking his own life

but felt it was the cowards way

resigned to wait for that allotted day

hoping it was not far away!

 

Got up and faded quietly into the crowds

to a lonely life in his home

prepared it maybe another century to live

with more memories to recall

friends to make and then say goodbye

now use to time passing him by!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Sounds From The Skies!

That day came when throughout every nation

loud sounds filled the air

many believed it was trumpets being blown

others an unrecognisable noise

that left many pondering dazed and fearful

in awe or very tearful!

 

A belief it was a warning from celestial angels

that the second coming was near

whether this is the truth or it’s another cause

creating these loud disturbances

the approaching of an alien marauding force

humans the main course!

 

In the skies to unbelievable cloud formations

never before seen like these

there is a mystery unfolding roundabout

adding fuel to ancient revelations

increasing earth quakes and violent storms

blight mankind in different forms!

 

Each year there are dire warnings of the end

we are still here to ponder

with so much bloodshed how do we survive

maybe that date will soon befall

with many scenarios of our impending fate

maybe it’s not long to wait!

 

Should we prepare for the coming rapture

the ending of humanities time

what awaits us all in the coming New Year

speculation an unreliable guide

as dark elements manipulate our direction

as we seek our rightful resurrection!

 

May I hope the coming year brings you all Peace!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Special Day!

That special day has finally arrived

plans made hoping all is well

beginning of our adventure together

preparations completed ready

a nervous groom waits for his bride

standing nowhere to hide!

 

Soon she will walk down the aisle

two people to be joined

music starts to play nerves are taut

relieved as she is here

now together for that moment stand

promises a kiss hand in hand!

 

Behind family and friends sit watching

now smiles on your faces

turning to congratulations and praises

signing the register married

feeling of relief cameras start clicking

your married the clock is ticking!

 

Realising now two families are united

everybody happy and delighted

their perfect love match and marriage

or divorce hate then disengage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Pressure!

Another day of hard graft ended at last

as a husband struggled home

drained of energy eager to see his wife

on a damp dark cold night

not wanting to show his rising stress

just feel her tender caress!

 

Working two jobs to make ends meet

the wife worked all day

two teenager children well thank god

a mortgage and rising debt

had become to him an increasing strain

but his hope would remain!

 

Society was creating too much pressure

bills and taxes ruled

cost of living forever on the upward scale

holidays but a memory

easy to feel there was no fun anymore

there were many really poor!

 

Wars raging refugees and homeless growing

the seasons disappearing

what was his reasons to moan he was lucky

home at last always glad

the wife was in the kitchen making dinner

noisy music he was a winner!

 

A kiss from his wife hello dad from the kids

they sat as a family together

at that moment all frustrations evaporated

until the new day felt good

money could not better this precious time

to him it was sublime!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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