Seven Gates Of Destiny 2016

By Darren Hobson

This is the most chilling book of poetry ever written in poetry, everything written here is the truth and describes what has really being going on in the last decade.

On earth, our planet and our home the news is always more gruesome, tales of war, torture and rape, humanity is fading away like a ghost on Christmas Eve.

This indie poet writes words so truthful they will tear at your heart and turn your brain to jelly, this is a very dark and deep piece of work that sits somewhere between fact and fiction, what is real and unknown, and what is poetry and prose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren Hobson
• Release date: Apr 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524218256

Darren Hobson

Darren Hobson was born in Preston,Lancashire in England and moved to Italy in 1998.Currently living near Rome working for a multinational company. In his spare time he loves traveling to historical cities for inspiration him to write more intense poetry. The poet started submitting his work for inclusion in many anthologies between 1990 and 2009, but with the help of social network sites and self publishing sites he started to publish his own books in 2014.

Book preview

The Seamstress.

In this material world,

We only see,

What we really,

Want to see,

And that in turn,

Is good enough,

For you and me,

But there is something there,

Larger than life,

It keeps this chaos,

From overflowing,

Keeps us united,

Keeps us growing,

And it shines out,

So we don’t go astray,

It is everything natural

Or supernatural,

Physical and impossible,

And night and all day.

Just like a well packed cushion,

Filled with life’s stuffing,

The seams are tight and perfect,

And keeps us on the inside,

Protected,

From all what lies on the outside,

Indescribable to you and me,

We don’t need to know,

What we don’t want to know,

And what is harmless,

Is best left unsaid,

And what is out there,

Is best put to bed,

And our curious minds,

Are burnt by the flame,

Of the bedside candle light,

So the seamstress made us a bed,

And a place of protection,

She keeps us from harm,

She feeds us and cares for us,

And with timeless charm,

She places a shield between us,

And what could be,

When the world is uncovered,

To be not at all pretty,

And the lambs are all wolves,

And the doves are all vultures,

The monkeys are monstrous,

And we are fools blinded by time.

Somewhere and somehow,

The seamstress has encased humanity,

In a room that us humans,

Can never see,

The builder with his wise hands,

Built the base of this seven sided room,

Crazy paving from an astute mind,

Then the carpenter carved away,

Using the finest wood,

Donated by Mother Nature,

All three protectors,

Worked hand in hand,

Building an impossible room,

In a far off land,

Hidden from the curious,

A safe haven for all below.

In the middle of this room,

A pedestal of Greek proportions

Holding delicately,

And so securely,

Everything that is humanity,

And everything she knows,

The only way to enter this room,

Is by way of the seven mirrors,

That surrounds and encases,

Our pride and joy,

Every mirror has a shadow,

One seventh of a demon,

That in whole,

Could destroy all of humanity,

But the guardians in the room,

Have faith in us humans,

Betting their work on us moral souls,

So in a faraway land,

Humanity is protected,

Surrounded by seven shadows,

Incarcerated in time,

So there stands a haven,

To the essence of life,

So there stands a prison,

To the