Their relationship had been torn apart
by his growing jealousy
certain his childhood sweetheart shared
her love with another male
once the thoughts were embedded within
a brooding hate did begin!

Always that chance of a love turning sour
when two humans matched
trust can be a hard emotion to control
if their connection is frail
misunderstanding is a dangerous mood
where thoughts become crude!

From the passions of a close tender embrace
to the loathing of that person
where instead of wanting to love and protect
the wish is only for harm
as often those closest are the most feared
if loving feelings disappeared!

This couple split with misconstrued jealousy
the boyfriend assaulted a friend
accusing him of sleeping with his girlfriend
terminating in a jail sentence
ending his long relationship with his soul mate
realising the mistake too late!

There is only a silk thread between love and hate
just one more human trait!

The Foureyed Poet.

Through the barren ground there was hope
a tiny plant grew!
The drought wiped man from the earth
mined of all goodness.
Without water the human race declined
few were left to find.

Warnings ignored but the wealthy hoarded
while most were denied.
Rain became just a word in our history
so from billions alive!
Numbers fell to less than a hundred thousand
a child's cry a rare sound!

Two centuries went by the numbers dwindled
the earth like a huge prune!
Vegetation withered sand replaced fields
the seas paddling pools.
The survivors huddled in the many cool caves
the dying planets slaves!

Then that day early before the unbearable heat
two young humans saw.
Under a shaded rock overhang rarely visited
life they'd never seen.
How could it be growing in this dry soil
without water or toil?

Had nature at last regenerated starting to heal
the air seemed to blow.
A trickle of water bubbled up by the plant
the small group gathered.
Looking at the plant growing on barren land
each touched it with a hand!

What none knew was from an underground lab
in a secret city.
Genetically designed plants and creatures
were being unleashed!
Deciding earth's only purpose experimentation
before it's total deterioration!

Then the wealthy would move to a new earth
they'd found for their rebirth!

A couple on holiday in Las Vegas city
decided to hire car.
And take a trip into the vast desert
objects they hope to see.
Hearing much about the secret base
their journey gathered pace.


Racing away from the city excitedly
without expectation.
But hoping there could be a sighting
for them to remember.
Excited with the anticipation and fun
roof down enjoying the sun.

Near the perimeter of the vast area 51
their car came to a stop.
Thinking the fuel had actually run out
stuck on the hard shoulder.
Sitting taking in the shimmering view
as in the sky a dot of light grew!

Becoming aware of this pulsating object
closing in on their position!
No noise could they hear as it got near
rapidly changing shape.
Then it was hovering above their heads
their nerves torn to shreds!

Now a reddish hue and an elongated form
they felt a searing heat.
It moved hovering above a sandy floor
for what seemed hours.
Afraid to move could only watch in awe
chilled to their bony core!

Within a blink it shot straight up and vanished
at incredible velocity!
Their hired cars engine just started once more
in shock got out of there.
Their desire had unexpectedly been fulfilled
but this show had not been billed!

That  day they were not the only witnesses
but no explanation was ever found!

The Foureyed Poet.

That moment when the enemy met
upon the muddy ****** fields.
In between the trenches of death
when guns fell eerily silent.
German soldiers voices were heard
singing carols fighting deferred.
One story of that incredible times
when enemy stopped killing.
Sanity replaced the madness of war
a mutual reaction of goodwill.
Instigated by the soldiers to each other
they became a father son brother.
Exchanging food cigarettes and much more
realising they were just like them.
German and British troops actually met.
On what was called no mans land.
It started in 1914 on Christmas day
that for a time hate went away.
Historical fact of the search for peace
if only that act could save lives.
In the chaotic theatres of conflict
that blight too many even now.
As it is realised we are all of one birth
on this our one earth.
Where is that Christmas truce?
The Foureyed Poet.

Such a busy day at work I remember
must have been last November.
It was a happy evening with my wife
a late dinner no tension or strife.
A glass or two of our favourite wine
and the *** was truly divine.

Falling asleep at around midnight
leaving on the bedside light.
Outside a heavy frost began to lay
no need to get up Saturday.
Something aroused me it was bang
followed by a clang!

Fearful it was intruders in our house
certainly not a noisy mouse.
I picked up a baseball bat by the bed
quietly on the landing with dread.
As a hooded figure came up the stairs
eye to eye glares!

In the dim light I saw their arm swing
then in my shoulder a sting!
At that time not realising I'd been stabbed
the burglar I grabbed.
But they broke away instinctively I swung
stupidly I bit my tongue!

With an unknown strength I suddenly found
a hard object I did pound.
The wooded bat vibrated in my shaking fist
down the stairs we fell with a twist!
I heard distant screams muffled shouting
my sanity I was doubting!

Footsteps then running out of the door
a body below me on the floor!
Realising the bat was still in my hand
would the authorities understand?
I was arrested for attacking the intruder
the questions getting cruder!

By my actions treated like the privacy invader
accused of murdering the raider!
Just a man protecting his home dwelling
the truth I tried telling.
A terrible experience I could not forget
the future of eternal regret!

After weeks of worry the charges were withdrawn
it can't alter memories now torn!

The Foureyed Poet.

It seemed so fitting a windy morn
saying goodbye to a friend
the draped coffin looked splendid
always kind words a smile
for him nothing bad ever said
he leavers a void instead.

For us all that moment will arrive
many avenues we tread
an allotted journey for each to face
reflecting on our time
some the trip is short full of pain
unable to takes life's strain!

Do we have a measured lifespan
when reached expire
joining our families in a heaven
souls reincarnated again
maybe ascend for infinity in space
part of natures atom race!

Creating the ever expanding universe
one day will we know the truth!

Or is there simply nothing?

The Foureyed Poet.

Where do I go from here a question
that maybe we all ponder.
The cost of living rises before us
how can most of us pay?
With what we earn becoming less
if wealth we don't possess!

What if you're not entitled to benefits
yet the bills still arrive.
The authorities and finance companies
often don't care.
No concern if you actually can't pay
debts wont go away!

Bombarded by how much many do earn
to you seems obscene.
You'd be happy for life when you see
what they earn in a week.
Boasting and bragging about money
something that's not funny!

Turmoil in your own mind how to pay
worry effects your health.
Wishing hard you could win the lottery
paying out on hope.
For most a dream that never comes true
as another bill becomes due!

Maybe life is a game of luck and chance
taking the right road.
Choices you made or forced upon you
the blame on yourself.
It's sad if death is your only release
the only way of peace!

Where do I go from here surely I'm not alone
the seeds of greed have long been sown!

The Foureyed Poet.

Out there waiting like greedy scavengers
numerous heartless thieves!
Poised ready to scam us for our money
cloning credit and debit cards.
Until it's too late you have no idea
your money will disappear!

Saturated the plastic cards fill our lives
it's not safe to hand them over.
To many outlets as copies are easily made
and the heartache begins.
As others build up their debt in your name
and it can be hard to reclaim!

An army of crooks who find ways to take
mainly from those with little.
An under class who work hard to steal
and care not of their crimes!
Taking with violence and a cold pleasure
victims belongings their treasure!

The numbers are growing of merciless frauds
increasing their ill gotten hoards!

The Foureyed Poet.

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 lone 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 said for sinful deeds they'd done
this would be your curse to son!

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

The Foureyed Poet.

High on the gallows he stood his death near
the rope tight around his neck!
Reflecting on how he ended in this position
from a respected shop keeper.
To conspirator against his beloved country
his innocence no bargaining plea!

Within just a few seconds would live no more
conversations with customers.
Were overheard and misconstrued by some
as plotting against the crown.
Speaking his mind on the increasing unrest
mostly said only in jest.

Word soon got back to parliamentary forces
and action followed swiftly.
He and the few other so called conspirators
were dragged into court.
Tortured to confess to what they'd not done
freedom would not be won!

Humiliated and shunned by those once friends
his family had to escape.
Within those endless unbearable few weeks
each one anded up here.
With his last breath shouted out it was not true
trap door opened he dropped through!

Innocent or guilty to him it mattered no more!

The Foureyed Poet.

The droplets of rain fell on your pale arm
a wonderful lady there within.
Soft and warm your touch on my face
wrapped in your shawl of lace.
A smile to warm anybody's beating heart
no way did I want to part.

That smile so bright you couldn't feel sad
with you nobody could be mad.
Like your lipstick that smouldering red
blue eyes that said take me to bed.
An angel in human form is what you felt
as beside you I knelt.

The rain making you glisten in the day light
such an amazing sight.
But in the back of our minds we both knew
was fresh like the morning dew.
Then the time came when we had  to part
that did break my heart.

I had to go off to war on the early train
knowing you would remain.
As our love we passionately expressed
together tightly we caressed.
Knowing pat of me I was leaving behind
certainly one of a kind.

That feeling starting to drive me insane
we would not meet again.
At the station parting I got on the train
from sad thoughts did refrain.
Kissing your lips for that one last time
saying I love you in mime.

This image I remembered as I was dying
tears of joy crying.
Now alone you sit on my military grave
from heaven I frantically wave
Excitedly knowing the day will soon arrive
when together our love to revive!

Again droplets of rain fell on your pale skin.

The Foureyed Poet

As the body hit the wooden floor
he knew he'd gone to far!
Just as the argument had peaked
lashing out with his fist!
Walking out leaving her bleeding
when help she was needing.

Mercifully able to get on her feet
to sit on the leather seat.
Afraid that he would come back
not the first time he'd hit!
Always accepted he could get mad
realising now this was bad!

She started to shake shock had set in
the decision call the law!
Sounds from outside he was close
worried he was back for more!
As pain in her jaw began to gnaw
never before felt so sore!

He didn't care if she was dead
finding it hard to get out.
With urgency locking every door
aware he maybe too near!
Then the rear glass door smashed
through it her partner crashed!

Putting his hands around her neck
as two policemen came in.
He angry shouted she yelled back
the girl then lost consciousness.
Hours later alone in the hospital bed
first time in years without dread

How many women suffer prolonged abuse?

The Foureyed Poet.

Behind the wall three lads hovered
with intent on stealing petrol.
Ever ready to take rather than pay
it was more than two pounds!
For just a single litre of unleaded
could it be jail they were headed.

Not new at this dangerous business
risking not only being caught.
But the chance it could catch fire
they didn't care it was free
Fancy paying that much for car fuel
stealing now that was cool.

Motorists sruggling to fill their tanks
the cost was far too high!
But the government kept putting it up
the gangs adding to the misery.
As the population began to really tire
their patience about to expire!


A time comes when the limit is reached
the human spirit is breached!
To much is taken with little given back
then society is on an unsafe track!

Criminals always ready to con and steal
the public always losers in the deal!

The Foureyed Poet.

Out of the double glazed bungalow window
a weary Malcolm gazed.
Intently fixed on his nice small red car
would he drive it again?
After a short black out two months before
a bad move for sure.

A small pension like many his only income
benefits only a thought.
Not able to drive the car it stood idle
well saving petrol at least.
Luckily had a bus pass so could get about
having moments of doubt!

A few injuries sustained were now fixed
driving was not allowed.
Not until the reason was found for the fall
a heart defect discovered!
No work available or able to find it
so often here he would sit.

Waiting for an answer could take a while
must keep a basic lifestyle.

The Foureyed Poet.

Through out his life in and out of debt
and never ending regret!
Who can he blame nobody but himself
one of those without wealth.
Worked for everything owned in life
like most moments of strife.

Working for fifty years for his pension
not very much to mention.
Respect for the elderly does not exist
statistics today insist.
They keep raising the age we can retire
hoping the people will expire!

Those who have money the pensions great
not for them the NHS wait!
Though it's easy for everybody to moan
each day is the unknown!
Times may seem hard in this day and age
what's on man's next page?

The Foureyed Poet.

Excitedly she bought a hot mocha coffee
and sat happily down.
Wondering how long her boyfriend would be
in the cafe in town.
An hour passed now sipping a cold drink
where was he she began to think?

Her mobile stayed quiet no calls or messages
she patiently waited there.
Considering another drink beginning to worry
he had always contacted!
If there was a problem he would get in touch
she did love him so much.

Customers came in and went while she sat
in the end she left.
Tim was angry his car did not want to start
when he left work.
Knowing he was meeting Gill tried to ring.
mobile lost an odd thing!

Being quiet near he ran stopped by a mate
who kept him talking.
At last arriving at the cafe Gill had gone
felt really deflated.
Decided to have a latte coffee take a break
his love was not fake.

An important date had a question to ask
would she marry him.
Checked the ring was safely in his pocket
sitting a little fed up.
A tap on his shoulder Gill had come back
his plans were on track.

It was a lovely proposal and Gill said Yes.

The Foureyed Poet.

He sipped that ice cold drink so refreshing
outside of a quaint cafe.
Watching the people particularly the girls
tapping the table he was tense.
This his first mission as a covert operative
trying to be positive.

Just told to expect a package to be delivered
nothing more disclosed.
His earpiece buzzed as a young woman sat
placing her coffee down.
Using trigger words in their conversation
she responded without evasion.

Getting up she smiled politely saying goodbye
then quickly went away.
Under her saucer he saw a piece of paper
pulling it out he read.
Look under my side of the coffee table
difficult as it was unstable.

Nearly tipping it over pulling the sticky tape
being firmly held.
Concealing it trying not to look awkward
joining a passing group.
Concerned there was somebody stalking
he started quickly walking!

His fears were confirmed when he heard a pop
a bullet fired close by!
Through a silencer then there was another
taking evasive action.
Informing the surveillance team in the van
then into the underground he ran!

Planning a route for his own safe escape
he knew the terrain.
Finding the spot he had put a gun and torch
now he was prepared.
Shaking from the cold and possibly fear
there were footsteps near!

As they came along side he jumped out
the bright beam on.
At the same time firing his magnum gun
a grunt and a thud.
Then at his feet a body laid motionless
no emotion did he express!

He informed the team of what had occurred
continuing with his task.
Others could be close behind for the cargo
so delivery was vital.
The destination was at last radioed through
knowing what he had to do!

First mission and first blood his career had begun!

The Foureyed Poet.

Facing that massive audience on the big stage
gave him that overwhelming dignity.
Struggling for how many years hard to recall
sheer willpower and that passion.
To develop his act as a singer who cared
for the many fans this night he shared!

Before he started he could hardly breath
such a loud roar hit his entire being!
Energizing and making this experience complete
the mass of colour and sound.
No short cuts on reality type talent shows
he himself suffered the highs and lows!

This the pinnacle of his own success
nerves aside this moment to cares!

The Foureyed Poet.

The word divorce has endless meanings
many couples part without malice.
Mutually agreeing to separate lives
property and thoughts divided.
Staying friends others enemies for life
regretting ever being man and wife!

Yet when children are in the equation
trouble really begins to build.
Each wanting the children with them
being a close part of their situation.
Courts and high costs are in the play
their wishes ignored anyway.

For years the arguments can rage
with untold damage done.
Selfishness of the individuals own thoughts
cloud the sensible approach.
But these are times of heightened tension
each are careful what they mention.

As the costs get tighter legal aid restricted
common sense needs to prevail.
But those who can afford to battle on regardless
the self indulgence of material wealth.
And haggling over their children's well being
creating future problems I'm foreseeing!

Do We Not Create Our Own Misfortunes?

The Foureyed Poet.

In the shadows it stood fangs dripping blood
a spectre of evil observing!
After midnight on a still crowded walkway
camouflaged in a vantage point.
Dressed in a long black coat eager to proceed
a vampire needing to feed!

That urge to hunt and track unsuspecting prey
gave it such a morbid thrill!
Leaving no clues after each savage ****
ripping flesh with its fangs.
Instinct indicating a second feed was near
their heartbeat he could hear.

A lone woman walked at an increasing pace
down a dark muddy lane.
After a row with her drunken boyfriend
distracted in her thoughts.
Too fast for any screams or make a break
as her life it did take!

Long sharp fangs sank deep into her soft flesh
soon he had his fill for now.
Lacking emotion he left her there satisfied
that this hunt was done.
Back into the dank shadows it retreated
tonight's feast completed!

Licking the blood off it's fangs! Vanished!

The Foureyed Poet.

The horse stood healthy proud and tall
unaware of the journey ahead.
Roughly being pulled from her stall
on unstable ground to tread.
World war one would soon start
many families to be torn apart.

All over the horses were being bought
to be shipped to the impending war.
Fine strong animals the army sought
ever needing more and more.
This was a big event in this tiny village
to them it was official pillage.

In the crowd stood a lad brooding
the horse given to him as a gift.
Now he had to watch his eyes protruding
the auctioneer's hammer began to lift.
Within seconds quickly with a bang it fell
bitterly knowing he had to sell!

The army took charge of his eminent steed
not even allowed to say goodbye.
When they left his horse took the lead
he was not going to cry.
Ridden by a soldier almost his age
feeling the rising despair and rage!

The horses and men moved in slow motion
his heart sank what could he do?
Villagers to recruited with no notion
of where they were going to.
Determined to follow and bring her back
foolish but courage he didn't lack!

Weeks later at night Daniel crept out
his love for his horse so strong.
A perilous journey but for him no doubt
he could not see it was wrong.
Anaba his friend meaning return from war
this he would do on her back once more.

Yet unsure if he would return his tale to tell!

The Foureyed Poet.

What about the victims in violent crimes
gone forever as life is taken away.
Murdered never to be with the families
their suffering rarely remembered.
What of the partners and children's grief
who at this awful time need belief.

If their perpetrator does get caught
what punishment do they receive.
No sentence can compensate the loss
yet too often it seems far too short.
A life sentence for the families to bear
the guilty often a few years is this fair?

How many heart wrenching stories
of cold blooded assualts or ******.
Merciless violence and shocking brutality
attacks on unsuspecting people.
Trying to help or quietly walking out
alone and in terror nobody about.

I cannot imaging how much they suffer
what justice can repay the horror.
Thugs who simply do not give a ****
not botherd at the misery caused.
Thinking it is fun a laugh often drunk
maybe on drugs or smoking skunk.

No excuse or lame reason that is given
can give those left behind any comfort.
watching them go free with no remorse
able to inflict more cruel misery.
Loved ones only have memories to keep
empty nights and lonely sleep.

Life never forget how pressures and fragile
think of those suffering for a while.

    The Foureyed Poet.

In this not so green and pleasant land
those entering is out of hand.
For others emigrations is on the rise
thinking abroad is a better prize.
Less tax and a better way to survive
here it's pointless to strive!

Born in a country you get little support
bled dry trapped we're caught.
Rapid rise in prices of domestic fuel bills
more taking the pills.
The lifetime of working has been a waste
your money gets misplaced!

Taxes are getting out of hand raising revenue
nothing improves we feel blue.
Where does the cash go we're not in the remit
squandered this they wouldn't admit!
What's the facts is our money being misused
no more can politicians be excused!

Debt is the main topic on all the news wires
we need honesty not all the liars!
Are we not easy targets for the lone frauds
thinking we are serfs to the lords.
Always those ready to cash in on the poor
compounding their misery even more!

The Foureyed Poet.

They gathered like packs of wild hounds
forever in a drunken stupor!
Numbers growing in every built up area
permanently socially disengaged.
Usually a can in their hands they hover
often causing lots of bovver!

Wandering amongst those who do labour
living off government benefits.
Often with a dog they seem to drag around
most pathetic and scruffy.
To society they are a becoming a rising cost
on life's path they're lost!

This growing number who do not give a toss
roam like a dysfunctional army!
Contributing nothing but causing strife
a constant disorder threat!
Growing as society begins breaking apart
from the bottom it will start!

Corruption envy and greed the old tale
society it will derail!

The Foureyed Poet.

Cruelty and savagery explodes upon our streets
violence multiplies in every part of society
nobodies safe in the urban jungle or their homes
promises to cure the soaring carnage has failed
deaths go on as the young rule many no go areas
where is the law and order to protect the people
why are the taxpayers pockets endlessly drained
there is still too much ground left blood stained!

Emergency services being attacked on their call outs
hospital staff assaulted in Britain's A and E units
trying to help all the thousands of drunken revellers
as those giving support are being put under pressure
decision makers seem to live in a different dimension
as their statistics down play just what is happening
out in the harsh concrete and tarmac jungle no control
if gangs and criminals power grows evil will take its toll!

Law and order has been dissipated society breaks down
as with official bureaucracy we all shall drown!

This could apply to anywhere on our overburdened earth!

TheFoureyedPoet.

The birthday party as in full swing
laughter and music blaring.
Coming form the northern city pub
not a hint of trouble.
Everyone enjoying the celebration
they slipped in no hesitation.

Dressed in a suit a mask over the face
a revolver exposed.
With a target directly in his eye sight
raising the deadly weapon!
For none in the lively bar did he care
at the victim a blank stare!

Several others by his side fell wounded
as the large crowd split.
He had vanished in the ensuing panic
definitely a professional hit.
Evermore body fluid on another floor
more deaths to even the score!

Not a single soul can ever feel safe or free
always somebody on a vengeful spree!

The Foureyed Poet.

As she sat in his favourite worn chair
the expectant mother became aware.
Of a soft touch on her pale cheeck
reading a letter sent that week.
Crying their baby born without a dad
what was the point of being mad.
    Lonely now she felt an unseen force
on her aching shoulders easing remorse.
Standing up aware of an uninvited guest
though not afraid she had been blessed.
Since her husband had died he was near
this gave her strength there was no fear.
    How their baby kicked keen to be born
her senses even now frayed and torn.
Happy they had created their first child
though in her mind her spirit still wild.
Part of her almost died answering the door bell
two soldiers said they had bad news to tell.
    Andy had been shot while on duty abroad
any help and support was assured.
The early weeks just one long depressing blur
then everything changed for her.
His after shave and essence wafted in the air
and now Tess had become aware.
    Dad would be there at the baby's birth
even though not alive on the earth.
    Was this just a desperate wifes vivid imagination
or actually a new form of creation?
    The Foureyed Poet.

A lone car had to stop at the rail crossing
as the heavy gates close.
Bells rang and lights flashed on and off
she sat waiting to get home.
In the distance down the single track
it passed a rail side shack.

Anxiously thinking why such a long wait
then Annie felt the vibration.
her daughter Ella cried in her car seat
as a dark shape approached!
Speeding by them like an old express train
screaming was hard to refrain.

Ella was silent they were both mesmerised
the barriers stayed down.
Then the scheduled train trundled through
what had they just seen?
barriers now rose how glad to move on
in her mind the image strong!

Annie was certain what they had seen was a ghost train
determined to find out more and come again.

The Foureyed Poet.

My recollection of that unbelievable incident
on the site of an earth fort.
Deep in the English countryside an event
from then an answer I sought.
Climbing away from the cities and towns
coming gently onto the downs.

Fresh and silent a shimmering haze on the hills
your lungs fill with clean air.
Nobody else was around as dusk approached
walking in space without time.
Beginning to feel light headed and chilled
an energy was distilled!

A sensation of floating a vision began to shape
soldiers on horseback and on foot.
Glittering army and flowing deep red long capes
within touching distance.
Romans silently moving in glorious formation
heading to a long passed destination!

As quickly as they appeared to me gone
back into the past.
Not afraid it was like being in a realistic dream
awaking with a satisfied smile.
Leaving me with an incredible new belief
no need to feel grief.

That maybe there was life beyond this one
living on after death!
Coming back to my daily mundane existence
recounting the images.
That I had truly felt was a real fulfilling sight
leaving me with such delight!

So much we have yet to learn from our mysterious world!

The Foureyed Poet.

That joy at the birth of your child
the harsh reality of life
many children born into misery
where they struggle
to survive or get the love and care
no hope just despair!

That gift of life should be cherished
not allowed to die
born into poverty or loveless homes
neglected or forgotten
created through an act of violence
a child with no defence!

Just an unwanted living human being
given no love or compassion
around war torn places and poverty
families pushed around
like herds of frightened cattle driven
and no compassion given!

This may not be in countries of conflicts
children find no care
such awful crimes do happen anywhere
they are our future
and deserve the chance of a decent life
without constant strife!

Most children are wanted and happily grow
but too many that love never know!

The Foureyed Poet.

There she layed alone in the snow
many people were searching.
Her name and image everywhere
silent frozen on the verge.
Somebody had ended her lifeforce
murdered with no remorse.

Evil person loitering in the shadows
waiting to pounce on others.
Destroying a precious living spark
for thier dispicable reasons.
Thrown aside like unwanted trash
a future wiped out in a flash.

Loved ones left with unspeakable rage
a Christmas day tragedy.
That will haunt them each festive season
always on hold without them.
Not opening thier presents but in a grave
a daughter you could not save.

There she layed on her own in the snow
taken cruelly and young.
Life should have been plentiful and long
knowing you can't right this wrong.

Hoping you're at rest in that long sleep
forgive us if we quietly weep.
    The Foureyed Poet.

The droning above was so familiar
all the bombings not resolved.
There was nothing they could do
civilians targeted below!
Families lost with no mercy killed
deep hatred was instilled.

This was the only life they knew
childhoods never known.
Playing not with toys but with guns
not good for photo albums.
Living in ruins without basic needs
sectarian divides where it leads.

In many cultures it's passed down
can hardened attitudes change?
Is peace the outcome they really want
as elders remain entrenched.
What chance of future generations to seek
with strong unity that is meek!

Will we ever see unilateral peace?

The Foureyed Poet.

The church was now derelict long deserted
in the tower the bell still hung!
Once a holy and respected parish church
left to crumble and rot!
The locals avoided this known land mark
especially after dark!

The familiar sound of the single ringing bell
echoed over the valley.
Filling them with apprehension and dread
it's tone always deep.
How it rang nobody knew there was no rope
in a place that had lost hope!

Sixty years since the sound of load singing
had filled the church.
Happy parishioners filling the oak pews
but faith faded as they died.
Others moved to find secure employment
few remained still content!

Visitors on the narrow lanes heard the bell
often they just kept going.
But attracting the addicted like a beacon
seeking a sanctuary.
Mesmerised by the rhythmic ringing bell
summoning them to hell!

The bell rang that single sombre monotonous note
a desperate soul listened before slitting his throat!

Beside him was his pathetic belongings and the
drug paraphernalia! The bell never stopped!

The Foureyed Poet.

Love has passed me by a moment that never was
an emptiness that has not been filled.
Valentines day has no meaning for me
indifference without emotions felt.
To some companionship is their wealth
others money or having good health.
    Not all of us can find that special individual
to share our daily lives together.
For some that is a life that willl never be
a single path is what has been marked.
Love is hard to define what does it mean
somehow I slipped around the scene.
    I envy nobody if they have found it good luck
life is a journey with many turns.
Negotiating them can be a challenge for many
does destiny exist are our lives planned?
It would have been nice to be close to someone
but we cannot all say our battles were won.
    On Valentines day I hope your love is real
and your futures the real deal.
  
  The Foureyed Poet.

Laying in bed now on his own it felt wrong
when an unused mobile suddenly rang!
Half asleep answered the vibrating phone
the voice made him sit up alert
Listening in disbelief it was his wife
but he knew she'd lost her life.

Intently absorbing every single word
somehow amazing yet chilling.
He could not believe it was a real event
thinking it was just a dream.
As the voice spoke softly in his ear
he felt sure she was near.

Trying to reply there was only static
he knew the battery was flat!
Elation quickly turned to numb reality
it was his wife's own mobile!
The next day going to work in a daze
was this part of the grieving phase?

Those words spoken now haunted his life
saying she missed him very much.
And was watching from a far better place
no more was said that night.
Yet he knew she was close by his side
knowing her spirit had not died!

One day they would be together again!


The Foureyed Poet.

Up until now I thought my town was rural
the same problems as anywhere else.
But more sinister things were taking shape
as gun dealers arrived!
Lived in the place all of my days so far
this has raised the scary bar.

Thought other countries had this headache
realising there is no safe haven.
Nobody can be certain of their well being
the chances maybe low.
Yet with uncertainty around it can change
human activity is strange!

People fear the threat of those with a knife
guns are a danger from any distance.
Had that creepy sensation of being watched
somebody has that sight on you.
These thoughts can stimulate your mind
there are those this way inclined.

Am I being paranoid guns on my local streets
should I be concerned?
The law seems less trustworthy than before
far more just ignore it.
A worry those we should be able to respect
often are the ones to suspect!

Always said said undermine the polices authority
the only barrier against the villain.
And we the public would pay a heavy price
big cuts and break their moral.
Would endanger the public increasing crime
we have reached that time!

The Foureyed Poet.

Onward the battle raged where he stood
deafened by the pounding guns!
Around him comrades lives were taken
every loss the emotions it stuns.
Trapped amongst the running blood
in his eyes the tears flood!

Whichever way he rotated death is close
in the mind trepidation.
Each explosion magnified had to get away
comrades buried in the soil!
More still and silent besides him here
how he missed those so dear.

Day after day facing the same pointless hell
forgotten soldiers just statistics.
Who would become another long lost story
on official forms a few ticks.
Honoured with posthumous medals and grief
lives blown away like the autumn leaf.

Wanting to escape from purgatory to heaven
compelled to find the route.
Voices telling him to seek his lost sanity
his rifle never more to shoot.
Knowing he'd be a deserter to the crown
forcibly being brought down!

Dragged before a court martial for treason
no mercy for a shell shocked soldier!
Mentally scared by the brutality of war
a young man not getting older.
Not killed by the barrage of enemy gunfire
but firing squad he'd expire!

Classed then as a deserters not victims of the great war
never seeing their families any more!

The Foureyed Poet

From the shore line two young lovers
were stunned to see a light.
That shot out at very high speed
from the wide open ocean.
Then hovered high in the night sky
vanishing at the blink of the eye.

No time to speak or run very far
when another rose from the sea.
Not a chance of getting to the car
nor seen anything like this before.
The water lit up in a dazzling glow
it became the main show!

On a ship others watched the display
coming very close to the deck.
They could clearly see below the surface
many lights moving quickly about.
Unidentified objects what was going on
aliens are here right or wrong?

Is this a mystery to only the public
and the conspiracies are true?
They have been on earth all along
co existing known by few?
What is the truth how I'd love to know
but honestly can you see it so?

Too many have witnessed these sights
not all are natural or man made kites!

The Foureyed Poet.

Honestly I do love you Jill
well maybe it's lust.
Ah what did I say your still
as beautiful it's just.
Well we all age with time
it's not a crime.

Honestly I do feel the same
how we met was odd.
An accident I took the blame
when on your foot I trod
Did not see you with the tray
then on the floor you lay.

Tripping over you with my drink
staining your new dress.
At the time what I said I didn't think
you already looked a mess.
It was really taken out of context
you were very vexed.

But we put that all behind us
our first anniversary.
I know you don't want a fuss
it's not true it was scary.
Honestly the year has been great
though this I could debate.


Sorry Jill just a slip of my thoughts
you are my lovely wife.
I like it when you wear your **** shorts
it's a compliment on my life!
Yes I'll lower my voice in the restaurant
if that's what you want.

Her's to our second year together
no I'm not looking at that lady!
Well alright I do work with Heather
there's nothing shady.
Honestly there's nothing between us
why are you making a fuss?

Surely it's best to drink the wine
not throw the bottle at my head!
Honestly Jill I'm innocent your divine
you're going home to bed?
Please stay I've booked us into to a hotel
you don't mean go to hell!

Please don't go I'll get the bill and pay
shame you threw the cake.
To much drinking is that the reason
or is our marriage out of season?

Here's looking forward to another year
honestly I do love you dear!

The Foureyed Poet

From high up on a building something moves slowly
below a scene of panic on a busy city centre.
This being had not been seen was it evil or holy
but within an instant would spectacularly enter.
Then the image above started to brightly glow
the moment was here like a rocket did it flow!

A robbery was taking place the gang sped away
smashing into anything that got in their path.
Pleased with the mayhem and their violent display
not concerned at the chaos or total wrath.
Racing to another car none of them saw it there
the end had come in seconds trapped in the snare!

Everything just stopped the gang was tightly bound
thousands stared at the beautiful lady on top of the car.
The four villains bruised and battered made no sound
she hovered then floated to ground a majestic star.
Was she an angel to their knees the people fell
eyes glaring no person wanted to break the spell!

Few words were spoken but every soul there understood
peace would be the key the wrongs had to be put right.
Like the tales of super heroes she was here to do good
with a smile so bright the angel faded into the night!
Shaken yet changed the crowds slowly melted away
dazed crooks wondered why did she come today?

At that very moment nobody could have taken in
this was only the beginning of the end of all sin!

The Foureyed Poet.

Countless witnesses saw them materialize
in the late evening skies.
Not any type of planes seen before
no earthly flying machines!
About six is what seemed perfectly clear
each coming uncomfortably near.

Other sightings reported but not like these
a dazzling display as one dived.
Crashing with an explosion then ball of fire
fire engines were deployed.
Tackling the immense blaze they were puzzled
being told any talk was muzzled.

Damping the hot embers they found creatures
never seen here before!
Alive on the burning scorched ground.
small with big red eyes.
Clawed hands and horns on the head.
were they something to dread?

The firemen captured one in a net
what was happening here?
They took it to the hospital injured
not wanting to touch.
Medical staff repulsed at its vision
what could be done the decision!

The other lights went out and were gone
a curfew then imposed.
Stories were rife of devils in the wild
the government denied it was so!
Mistaken identity the reason given
once again the truth hidden!

From the start the military took over
like Roswell facts changed quickly!
Reliable sources gagged or somehow died
rumors of a plane taking evidence
Out of the country to a specific destination
adding disturbing speculation!

So the mystery deepens what is going on
people know something is wrong!

WHAT!

As these were likely the alien crafts cargo
not the crew so the conspiracy will grow!

The Foureyed Poet

The young girl walked very slowly
down a crowded and noisy street.
Head bowed feeling alone and lowly
not wanting to talk shuffling her feet.
Dejection showed on her pretty face
looking much older than her years.
Yet another statistic lost without trace
in the dingy streets where evil appears.
Each day filled with such deep despair
forced to be abused just to survive.
Feeling no decent human was out there
not caring whether she was dead or alive.
Sixteen years had passed Elli by
parents had throwing her out at fourteen.
Confused and upset giving up wondering why
learning how life could be so mean.
Met a man she thought was so nice
but he introduced her to drugs.
Which led within a short time to vice
he was a **** one of the many thugs.
Deep in the rut unable to escape
just felt death was her only escape.
Desperately she called a good mate
who unknown to her had joined the police.
Through powerful inner strength and will
she broke away from this bottomless pit.
Now a happy eighteen year old no longer ill
she survived to tell the tale happy and fit.

The Foureyed Poet.

More stories of real people are told
too often the young
end their lives by taken them away
shock and dismay
without explanation or portent shown
reasons often unknown!

To friends relations work colleagues
they appear stable
no hint of the fateful impending act
outwardly coping
inside unable to express true feeling
leaving everybody reeling!

Is it life's to complex and demanding
something within
society has always created conflicts
that can overwhelm
most contain each sombre thought
support is sought.

Regrettably some cannot converse
themselves conceal
maintaining that perfect false facade
locked in their minds
not until they are found deceased
too late the soul released!

The Foureyed Poet

There are countries written about in religious text
where ancient sites stand.
Identified through connection with holy books
that are wondrous and sacred.
Even after the centuries of constant hatred and war
now peace is what they need more!

But with conflicts embedded into hearts and minds
misery has become part of living.
Holy places to millions and home to millions more
in a vast ravaged landscape!
Many beliefs tearing these nations into shreds
as the violence continues to spread!

Peaceful coexistence seems to be only a theory
families killed and seperated.
Amongst the olive groves palm trees and deserts
the proud humble and the meek.
Constant fear in the lands religions hold so dear
can once again a saviour appear?

The familiar sounds of explosions and gunfire
how many more lives do we let expire?

Can mankind ever find the road to peace?

The Foureyed Poet.

The bell sounds for the loss of a soldier
killed in a boundless war!
One of numerous soul destroying conflicts
blighting a world of no peace!
Leaving a trail of eternal lonely despair
with only the emptiness there.

How can one imagine the inwardness of loss
families feel for their kin.
A son a daughter or grandchild in the war
the cycle rages on!
Soldiers dying in battles has always been
from a ball of fire to plains of green.

The forces of the crown and those for a cause
have fought to the end.
Pointless waste of life so much left behind
regret and memories instilled.
Into the fabric of our very own existence
the self destructive persistence!

The bell tolled for another lost soldier!

The Foureyed Poet.

Is life new from our start
a clear sheet at birth.
Or yet another added part
if reincarnated on earth.

Is it just one visit here
for us to get it right?
To most this isn't clear
do we go into the light?

Do we have a purpose here
academics this considered.
Can religions make it clear
before our bodies withered!

Heaven must be a crowded place
with all the souls there.
Could this be in outer space
or another slot they share.

Do legends have real meaning
ancient text and fairy tales.
Somebody has been scheming
we've been fed false trails!

Occult magic and other arts
is there a real mystery?
In our brain unused parts
missing sections of history.

So much we just don't know
and believe what we're told.
What next insight will show
a date for life to fold?

So many unanswered questions
as this planet turns.
Loads of speculative suggestions
as the sun brightly burns!

What is the real truth?

The Foureyed Poet.

Going back to the place of my early youth
was a big mistake.
Remembering the luscious meadows
air so clean singing birds.
Country lanes a small running stream
sound of an engine of steam.

The thick dark smoke billowing behind
through unspoilt land.
Our heritage there for everybody to enjoy
small villages and hamlets.
Animals of all kinds living without threat
no sounds of a passing jet!

Shocked at what  I saw and what time had done
no more the countryside.
Where such beauty had been a trading estate
the small town an urban mess.
No trees the stream now under a motorway
an unkempt park in which to play!

Traffic and fumes now filled my sad gaze
as I compared my memories.
And the happy days then safe to explore
all of our natures graces.
Standing on what was once a grass hillside
now under houses this did hide!

This seems the way of life today!

The Foureyed Poet.

Joe that name sounded like a spell
that morning I felt like hell.
Without sleep the night before
then I could take no more.
Mugged on the way to a party
my demeanour was hearty.

Dragged into an alley then hit
waking I could not sit!
Afraid and shaking nobody about
all I could do was call out.
Then I heard a soft soothing sound
looking up glad to be found.

I gasped had an angel rescued me
this lady by me I could see!

She said her name was simply Joe
blood on my head flowed.
As we came to a small street cafe'
sitting as I started to sway.
Charming Joe's smile so warm
made me feel I'd ride the storm.

Silly now I asked her was she real
though Joe's softness I could feel.
I was just somebody travelling by
when I heard your pleading cry!
I could not leave you there alone
not enough compassion shown!

Joe helped me making sure I was fine
asking her to my home she declined.
Giving my number would she ring
about her I didn't know anything.
But as Joe had come she had gone
to this day for her I long!

Was Joe an angel hearing my cry
or a Samaritan chancing by?

The Foureyed Poet.

As they stared through night vision binoculars
lights lit up the desert.
A dark silent shape took off at high speed
the base was cloaked once more.
They stood many miles away on a distant hill
their mission they had to fulfil.

Watching the secret and famous classified base
risking detection even from here.
Their time had not been wasted as they saw
amazing aerial acrobats.
From yet another top secret flying craft
zooming in an up draft!

Are there man made unknown flying objects
or is it an alien intervention?
Countless sightings over many decades
reported without confirmation!
What truths lay hidden beneath the sands
controlled by secret hands!

The centre of our attention is area fifty one
in the Nevada desert.
So much mystery of fact and fiction
intrigue deepens each year!
Nothing confirmed and certainly denied
what do they really hide?

The Foureyed Poet.

Maybe when you live all by yourself
independence is the goal.
Forgetting how to love and share
making every decision.
No splitting your life in two parts
or the breaking of hearts.

Maybe you can compare what it was like
having lived with a partner.
It all went wrong and you were left
so the choice was made.
Your now living in your own space
is it truly a better place?

Maybe you prefer having no distractions
though it can get lonely
No sharing also can make you selfish
where you could be introvert.
Finding it hard to communicate outside
with others unable to confide.

Can this be how my life will finally end
alone in my home.
Bitter and with so much negative regret
you your only friend.
Or can I seek out a companion or mate
to enjoy life's unknown fate.

The Foureyed Poet.