I could see you holding my hand
tears fell on my cold skin.
How hard to see your mourning
over the body I lived in.
Even in death love never ended
this moment could not be mended.

Your despair and emptiness was clear
no pain or fear bothered me now.
I wanted to hold you like we use to
at my funeral the family looked sad
Wanting to shout out I'm here
there was no fear.

You scattered my ashes so gently
with an expression of peace.
Still the tears filled those blue eyes
without regret I had to leave.
In you I will always believe
knowing you were able to grieve.

Into the light I go with ease.

Now I wait For you.

The Foureyed Poet.

That big building you used to think
was always a point of interest.
Often looking inside the huge place
glancing up at the flats above.
This morning your routine changed
burned down by a mob deranged!

From a distance today you had to pass
now a burnt out blackened shell!
Survived enemy bombs during the blitz
a reflective comment often heard.
No more can this land mark be seen
where the town's history had been!

Streets that use to be smart and trim
now are burnt out and grim.
Until the different cultures unite
onward will go the fight!

The Foureyed Poet.

A modern hospital not one with an ominous look
that I entered to visit a friend.
Never keen to go into these sorts of places
to many sick people about.
On crutches in wheel chairs or walking around
reception I soon found.

Given directions to the ward on the fifth floor
taking the crowded lift.
He had a stroke yesterday it was a shock
being only forty four.
Arriving at the right level it was a maze.
of rooms I was in a daze.

Until I asked a nurse which sign I had to follow
pointing me to the location.
Here you really needed your own personal guide
finding him I went to go in.
Sitting in a big chair his appearance was not bad
by him another patient looking sad!

Certainly with a sombre and sallow complexion
left them to chat I went for a coffee.
Getting back this time he was there alone
he was pleased to see me.
Said I had seen him talking not wanting to interfere
but Jim said nobody was near!

I gave a rough description the best that I could
he gave me an odd glance.
That poor bloke you described passed away
on this very bed yesterday!

For a few moments lost for words at what he said
seeing a ghost was I going off my head?

The Foureyed Poet.

Often at night I could not picture you
we had met some years passed.
In these lonely moments was it you I heard
somewhere in my head!
Faintly on the still air was it your voice
or my selected choice?

As we met again at a conference weekend
it dawned on me what you meant.
Why I did not realise before time was lost
something I can never pursue!
You are happily married this I understand
but you are in my dreamland!


Age and circumstances are beyond our control
just to know you like me!
Gives me a reason to face each empty day
some friends we meet go away.
I know love is just a distant day dream
a not meant to be theme.

To me you are so beautiful and serene
something that might have been.

The Foureyed Poet.

They said it would happen yet nobody believed
the end of mankind!
How many times had we heard that prophecy
and took no notice?
The dates came and went without major trouble
no increase in laying rubble!

The predictions continued then the weather changed
disasters became more regular!
At first we thought nothing a little concerned
but soon became alarmed.
Temperatures rose and the solar flares began
could it be the end of our life span?

More quakes and floods swamped more countries
communication came to a stop!
The fire storms engulfed more of the dry land
civilisation quickly died out!
Small communities kept going on somehow
but I am with the last group now!

Why we have been spared is really a miracle
maybe god chose us few!
The pioneers of a new cycle of human birth
with more respect to mother earth.

From the ashes of a corrupt civilisation we come!

The Foureyed Poet.

I seem to wander like a lost soul
no longer knowing what is my role.
Divorced and alone it must be said
with a deep seated sense of dread.
This mood has started to linger
the reason I'm unable to finger.

Not able to settle whatever I do
at home or out always being blue.
Alone and unable to be at rest
it feels like I'm losing a test.
Lost not synchronised out of tune
in a never ending sand dune.

I want to engage in what's around
lack of passion like a restless hound.
All I wanted to achieve is in the past
as the days are rushing away too fast.
Panic has set in where do I turn
in the end to be wanted I yearn.

I seem to wander lost within myself!

The Foureyed Poet.

Why is it so lonely
without you
what have i done
feeling helpless
feeling blue
i am in the dark
every day
to end in a sudden way
no reason why
you seem to hate me
now so confused
no words to really say
truly insane
why not explain
so sad so sad
being so cruel
was i such a fool?

The Foureyed Poet.

The mentality of those who suddenly ****
is a concept hard to understand.
Children are murdered in a frenzied assault
caught in a senseless act!
The husband suspected of this terrible deed
to ****** six and see them bleed.

Often nobody can recall any trouble before
until the sound of desperate screams!
That leaves neighbours in a state of shock
relatives unable to cope with the loss!
How could anyone do such a wicked thing
a question that people are always asking!

The focal point then turns to the perpetrator
those killed maybe thought of later.

Another sad and tragic slaying of a family!

The Foureyed Poet.

Deep blue that's how I remember
and the sound of the sea.
Warmth on my face smell the salt
as the tide roles in.
Gently running over your feet
that moment so sweet.

Lovely memories lasted for a while
as on the golden sand.
A body mutilated washed ashore
the beauty now faded!
Hearing screams from the still sea
shocked who could it be?

A vague shape was waving frantically
glancing at the corpse!
Then again at the desperate victim
no choice I had to try!
And save them with no hesitation
but plenty of consternation.

Nearing the victim thrashing in the sea
with difficulty held them.
Bringing them slowly back to the shore
exhausted we made it.
The young woman traumatized and weak
whimpering unable to speak!

Later I found out it was her dad who died
she'd fallen out of a boat.
He jumped in to save her bitten by a shark
lucky I was there.
Glad we never suffered the same awful fate
something I often debate!

The Foureyed poet.

When you don't even admit to yourself
your really lonely.
Telling others you're an independent soul
inside wanting friendship.
Outwardly trying to show confidence
this is your defence.

Every day becomes a tedious repetition
as you can get isolated.
Meeting few people who actually speak
as the cycle goes on.
Love and any contact is only in your mind
a relationship you'll never find!

There are those who've never been married
or had close friendships.
Who have never known that wanted feeling
which you do miss.
Somebody at home company when out
that's what your life was about.

Too many hours to self analyse yourself
you observe others around.
But in the end you've become invisible
blending into the surroundings.
Hoping somebody will hear you calling
before you start falling!

It's good to be independent and stand on your own
but it can be hard being alone!

The Foureyed Poet.

Maybe death is the only real way to escape
from a society that does not care!
If you can find a job and be able to work
keep your head above the rising tide.
Do not get ill needing medical attention
you could have a good life extension!

Bills never cease to endlessly come forth
fine if you can pay each one.
Tough if you default help is hard to find
countless obstacles put in the way.
Then crushed by pointless paperwork
not having any intention to shirk!

I can see why death maybe the only way
as there is no mercy if you can't pay!

The Foureyed Poet.

Always had the obsession he was being followed
even before the digital generation
that familiar figure whom he had seen before
not certain this was his imagination
a click on the phone as if somebody listening
an uncomfortable sensation inside
now that object in his own home had moved
thought must be getting confused!

Atheist in his beliefs so no angel was by his side
yet felt a tingle of uncertainty
as if eyes were peering at him twenty four seven
over a couple of years  it was constant
technology had begun to advance as a brisk rate
intrusion of privacy a big debate!

Became bedeviled that some agency was listening
checking his data did not feel free
being a conspiracy theorist was often outspoken
many colleagues had been shut down
just told the truth of what he saw in this society
but this simply increased anxiety!

Filled with doubt about everything around him
sat one night staring very attentively
at his laptop screen when an image appeared
several days later he was discovered
by his worried girlfriend absolutely stone dead
face hideously distorted and crushed head!

What really had been watching and ended his life?
Never an investigation to ease pain or strife!

#TheFoureyedPoet.

As if directed by dark unseen forces
spreading from an acrid domain
flames ignited consuming everything
flames ignited consuming everything
once arid forests and homes
swiftly succumbed to the raging fires
rising into black smoke spires!

Devouring all living matter in its wake
nothing sacred with such heat
those grasslands now totally destroyed
nothing left but smoldering ashes
in communities no matter their prestige
as each became under siege!

Ferocious and hungry any daylight masked
their lungs gasping to breath
trapped as they perilously tried to escape
the routes to safety fading
facing ahead death anguish and disbelief
victims united by loss and grief!

From the ashes soon comes another dawn!

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Was he going crazy had not been drinking
taken any drugs or ingested pills
yet certain his car had been parked here
contacted the duty attendant
also angry at the difficulty in locating him
after coming out of his local gym!

Eventually an irritated middle aged male
met him outside of his office
after returning from having his late lunch
followed this concerned driver
guided him back only to see it was there
in disbelief could only stare!

With a grunt the man left the confused driver
to ponder his sanity and eyesight
as still sweating he drove cautiously home
deeply puzzled at this latest glitch
these episodes had happened to him before
were these illusions he must not ignore?

Was this earth that he had known all his life
until now had believed it solid
realised matter was atoms tightly linked
but was it really a scientific fact
as increasingly objects were disappearing
could outside forces be interfering?

What was real anymore he thought glancing
around the street in which he lived
once in his house at the furniture and closely
at the fabric of his dwelling as well
was he alive or controlled by a puppet master
reality true or fabricated disaster!

Is what you wake up to each day and remember
actually happening or green screen images
an electronic society where anything can be made
by different types of artificial intelligence
can you be certain that the voice  or faces are real
on your devices is it truly the honest deal?

Be careful out there you never know whose observing!

#TheFoureyedPoet.

She never looked back on leaving the house
ten years older her hair grey
wore the same clothes as the day she arrived
eyes now cold and empty
also carrying the same battered brown suitcase
mascara ran down her tearful face!

Early before the light strolled into the distance
later neighbours reported hearing
raised voices in the evening and during the night
but nothing to indicate the scene
stating nothing unusual they were an odd pair
but for each other appeared to care!


No witness came forward who saw her leave
walking away on that fateful day
no idea who she was nor what happened here
only the cries of his mother
discovering the body of her beloved perfect son
knife in his chest the foul deed done!

A detailed search and forensic examination followed
but there was never proof
of her identity no DNA fluid samples or fingerprints
were ever matched to a human
it seemed as though the woman had never existed
to this day the gossip persisted!

Who was she and where from still unanswered!

#TheFoureyedpoet.

How in seconds our lives can change
remembering when we met what fun
it was incredible just being with you
how your love simply filled my heart
thought your feelings were the same
that view changed as hate came!

Felt a sharp pain in my back that night
with disbelief  in me you ****** a knife
your emotions had gone into reverse
sweet so kind thinking we were close
soul mates sharing our lives forever
now its my death we share together!

#TheFoureyedPoet.