Upon those streets the blood did run
children playing having fun.
The soldiers came cold and callous
their hearts filled with malice.
Nobody was immune no mercy shown
seeds of hatred were sown!

That day was but another in their fight
to see the next morning light.
Food a luxury all amenities destroyed
with their lives the army toyed.
Oppression and misery all they knew
surely a reason they were due.

The bombs rained down on the meek
their bodies increasingly weak.
Resistance grew the houses crumbled
and the ground rumbled.
Their faith through adversity not shaken
though many loved ones taken!

This scenario has forever been repeated
their spirit can never be defeated.
Nothing changes in the history of mankind
always the aggressors and maligned.
Centuries have passed the coffins filled
forever the innocent killed!

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.

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.

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.

He had been a vocal critic of the government
trying to expose their lies
that the people accepted as the gospel truth
knew he was being watched
certain it was not paranoia nowhere to hide
his privacy was denied!

His video channel censored and taken down
found it hard to be heard
began to feel his life maybe in grave danger
still determined to speak out
as agents began rapidly closing in on him
knew getting real facts out slim!

Began to shut himself away kept in contact
with others in his circle
who became known as the hard resistance
telling what was really going on
with little success as the public in a bubble
unable to see they were in trouble!"

Most wrapped up in themselves unable to see
a bigger picture of a society
those divided and trapped by social injustice
wars destruction of nations
where the innocent were continually dying
as upon us all they were spying!

He was a sincere man who loved his family
but he was found with his wife
daughter and pet dog slaughtered at home
the official line he was the killer
murdering them then committing suicide
but his friends knew they had lied!

All his files and documents were missing
yet the conspiracy was accepted
for most of the population it was shocking
a tragedy but what happened
main news outlets clearly said it was true
so no official enquiry would ensue!

Is this another conspiracy theory or a fact?

#TheFoureyedPoet.

On a night shift the underground worker
had to walk the tunnels.
Along the empty track in the pitch black
a torch his only guide.
And a radio to report if anything wrong
cautiously moving along.

It was just before one am he started to walk
down the ramp onto the line.
The only sounds his footsteps on the track
too nervous to look back.
Halfway along his route saw a flickering light
no work was planned that night!

Approaching saw a workman crouching down
busy on some unknown task.
Calling out to enquire what he was doing
the man stood and spoke.
He said hello called in for an urgent repair
made sense why he was there.

An hour later on his return he had gone
radioed to say all was well.
Mentioned the worker he saw in the tunnel
as on reflection thought it odd.
The radio operator told him others had to
as they had walked through!

You had seen the ghost the voice said with glee
possibly was hit by a train!
Some sixty years ago while doing some repairs
this came as a complete surprise.
Never experienced anything like this before
no longer a sceptic that's for sure!

The Foureyed Poet.

Warfare in the twenty first century
brought on a bigger threat.
Weapons to obliterate mankind
many stand on the line.
Antagonists looking at each other
once called them brother!

Tension was high no more rifles
or small cannons to fire.
But huge deadly arsenals ready
without a second thought.
To wipe whole civilisations away
for ******* to display!

Never ending conflicts few remember
those times of peace.
Refugees constantly torn from homes
and the threat of violence.
Disrupting chances to bloom and grow
natural balances cannot flow!

Often many opposing forces are on alert
each thinking they are right.
Glaring at radar screens from a distance
as the ground is mined.
Lives forever lost as time drifts onward
where nobody wants accord!

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

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.

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.

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.

In our short lives how often do we wish it away
waiting for hours to get out of our daily work.
Or for each weekend to come to go out to play
some do not have or want jobs so just shirk.
Still getting ready to get out for some fun
others lounging about soaking up the sun.

No matter what pace we head to our demize
ruled by the never ending clock we just wait.
When one is young we wait to get to adult size
wishing years to pass to get out the school gate.
Onto university or staring those first jobs
hanging about causing trouble destined to be slobs.

There is no end to wishing away our allotted space
those marriage vows hoping it would last and work.
To the dreaded divorces too many now face
that can go on for years and hidden problems lurk.
Letting minutes fly by then wonder where it has gone
for some lifes far too short and others too long.
    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

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.

As he opened one eye a new existence awaited
it was cold and he was semi naked!
A salty smell filled his sensitive nostrils
wearily he sat up.
Blood ran down his arm from a savage ****
clothes strewn about like trash!

No memory of how he ended up in this spot
a watery sun began to shine.
Standing it was though he had a hangover
how his head throbbed.
Gathering his clothes and putting them on
he heard a clock on seven ****!

That splitting headache rampaged his thoughts
trying desperately to remember.
He was sure it was a celebration with mates
must have had too much *****.
Finding it hard to even remember his address
how had he got into this mess?

His parents thankfully had already left for work
weak had a job climbing the stairs.
Couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror
more zombie than human!
Still early so dizzy collapsed on the bed
soon his duvet had turned red!

In a deep slumber awful images started to form
of wolves ripping his flesh!
The next thing he knew his mum was shouting
shocked at his appearance!
Evening when he was rushed to hospital so ill
that ambulance siren shrill!

A month passed now resting healed in the garden
darkness was ascending.
A full moon shone that night he was twitchy
as his hearing became acute.
Starting to sweat his entire body began to ache
the wolf inside began to awake!

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.

Why did I ever think that you cared
as upon your face I stared.
Saying you never had any feelings
just a bloke that's all.
Never had any intentions to call
but I had seen her out.
At that time I just didn't know
that was the truth.
Deep inside though I really knew
what a full I'd become.
Becoming your personal clown
my life you brought down!

The Foureyed Poet.