The Basement!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

The families new home was no what they expected! The Foureyed Poet.

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Excitement filled the car a new adventure

the family had moved.

Through dad’s job they had to relocate

it was very short notice.

The company organised a house to rent

they were really content.

Their own furniture had been put in storage

except for personal items.

Mid afternoon drove onto the long drive

of the single storey property.

Yet each experienced an ominous feeling

it didn’t seem appealing!

As they stopped their pet terrier began to bark

reluctant to get out of the car!

None of them were keen to actually get inside

but mum and dad led the way.

They immediately noticed the pungent smell

making them feel unwell.

Luxurious  but had an oppressive atmosphere

their dog reluctantly went in.

And headed straight towards the large kitchen

sitting by the basement door!

With suspicious eyes saw a ball rolling his way

he certainly didn’t want to play!

Though locked…

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Hand Shake!

It seemed just a welcoming handshake to others

that polite business meeting

nothing suspicious  that would draw attention

dressed in smart expensive suits

blending in with several other groups seated

each with a mission to be completed!

 

Nobody had noticed how pale their exposed skin

nor the dark lizard like eyes

everybody too busy using their expense accounts

occasionally discussing work

they were sat in a shaded corner in conversation

there was a rising aggravation!

 

And thirty minutes later two more entered

one a female her presence

made heads turn as she joined the others

the fourth settled into a chair

each with no emotion two more brief cases

put on the table blank faces!hip

 

Together got up leaving at a slow pace in silence

in the corridor just disappeared

thirty seconds later there was a huge explosion

and the office block imploded

from their ship they stood watching satisfied

the action must be intensified!

 

Cooperation with earth’s secret government

the long term agreement broken

now no longer aligned their pent-up anger

would quickly be unleashed

viewing humans as treacherous and violent

and never ending lament!

 

All alien units gathered at their moon base

watching from a distance

after destroying man’s nearby military camp

agents offices and nuclear sites

hoping without these destructive arsenals

man would stop acting like fools!

 

Preempting their ex partners plans in the alliance

were prepared to wipe them out

igniting their own charges on the Luna surface

knowing this was a possibility

taking off in the mother ship seconds to spare

a galactic war they would declare!

 

The unsuspecting human race soon would see

had no knowledge of any deceit

already reeling from the recent destruction

had no idea of what was to come

from the skies countless alien craft did appear

the suspected invasion here!

 

But as always nobody knew the real truth!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

What Favour?

Why he had agreed to help his old  mate

was to return a favour

what favour to this day never recalled

just help me move my gear

to a new flat well seemed a simple task

was he about to be a jackass?

 

Inside the car and the boot was crammed

setting off to find the address

surprised on seeing where he was moving

a huge refurbished asylum

turned into varying sized flats for rent

his at the top a long ascent!

 

That was when it dawned this was a mistake

first the lift did not work

no matter how many presses of the button

nothing would happen at all

struggling to the stairs his arms were full

then it came hard staying cool.

 

Ran back  just as the door closed so annoying

this happened three times

before he gave up having to go up six floors

as he got to the floor level

the lift had arrived first out of breath cursed

as to himself conversed!

 

Down the corridor saw what looked like a nurse

approaching went to speak

but they proceeded to fade and then disappear

his mate had not made it yet

confounded wearily moved to number fifty-one

but actually wanted to run!

 

Dropped the gear exhausted heard heavy footsteps

expected to see his tired friend

coming closer but there was nobody to be seen

yet was sure somebody was close

feeling oppressed the atmosphere seemed choking

with his emotions stroking!

 

Standing afraid to move his mate staggered his way

surprisingly jovial and spoke

wondering why he looked so scared and miserable

struggling to utter even a word

could not understand why he did not perceive

made his excuses had to leave!

 

Almost falling down the stairwell glanced upwards

for a few seconds saw a figure

at the top before making his way to the outside

petrified as he got to his car

promising himself never again to enter within

for he feared what resided herein!

 

Many stories continue to be told about the asylum!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Longingly!

He could never understand why he stared

longingly at the night sky

making him desperately forlorn and lonely

since he was very small

to be in a distant solar system he longed

on earth never felt he belonged!

 

The parents he knew who brought him up

not those who created his being

they said his was adopted from an agency

but there was more for sure

even at school was a loner never feeling

settled or humans appealing!

 

Though outwardly he appeared the same

knew that earth was not home

always able to read other students minds

and foresee coming events

finding to he was strong from an early age

and always causing damage!

 

Often comparing himself with super heroes

watching the many films

but never in reality considered he was one

yet knew he was different

never had any illness that he could recall

nor injured any time he had a fall!

 

Frustrated his history was still unknown

yet deep down knew he was alien

the planet he had grown up on not home

nearing his eighteenth birthday

instinct now made him gaze up intently

expecting something imminently!

 

From the back garden of his bungalow

he had been left on their deaths

markedly feeling isolated at that minute

from over the fields he saw

even though just a speck the large craft

he knew it was not an aircraft!

 

Rapidly it was overhead and a bright beam

suddenly came from beneath

an incredible awareness he was floating

followed by a warmth and joy

and for the first time did not feel alone

little afraid of the unknown!

 

But he was heading back to join his race

truly at last homeward bound!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dangerous Games!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

Is too much knowledge good or bad for mankind? The Foureyed Poet.

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

Man’s playing dangerous games high in the sky

lethal loads unknown to those below

contact did not exist the actions do now imply

weapons the military did not know

human error a fact we must always be aware

our existence is like an open snare.

Technology excels faster than we understand

discoveries to advance our race

or destroy a fine balance of the human strand

dabbling god like onward at pace

scientists altering the genes for progress again

can only end in misery and pain.

Will that moment arrive that is a step too far

destroyed by knowledge achieved

earth becoming another exploding dying star

the people unaware and deceived

discoveries were beyond our comprehension

foolishly done with good intention!

Going blindly on with dangerous games!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Park Bench!

The smartly dressed man sat sweating profusely

on the newly installed park bench

it was late summer in the middle of the day

mothers with their small children

joggers to and elderly couples kept a distance

he had become a worrying hindrance!

 

As they started to become agitated each fearing

with his odd behavior was mad

maybe infected the whisper became a crescendo

the park rangers were summoned

everybody evacuated before the police arrived

but he died and could not be revived!

 

Precautions were used treating him as infected

preliminary tests found nothing

as the body laid in the morgue with no identity

without a defined cause of death

here would remain until more evidence acquired

but an open mind would be required!

 

After the forensic search the tapes were removed

that cordoned off the park bench

the routine returned like nothing had happened

this calm did not last long

many more were found in this catatonic plight

corresponding with a reported light!

 

Not all of them expired some woke up confused

others in a deep coma

it started to emerge on checking their blood

and searching police records

these were victims of reported alien abduction

causing authorities disruption!

 

Some going back decades were now returning

most quickly became well

each had changes to their body chemistry

and though once strangers

they were drawn to be together in a community

which caused suspicion at this unity!

 

The question on everybody’s lips were they human

or were these now more alien

most stayed clear isolating the growing numbers

but surveillance was ongoing

then tension became too much and mobs attacked

the strange group were whacked!

 

And carnage ensued in the once quite sleepy hamlet

police forces could no cope

unable to understand just what was happening

converging on the scene

halted by agents in dark suits blocking their way

not allowed in the complex to stray!

 

Several coaches with darkened window being loaded

with these possible hybrids

soldiers with no insignia stood guard until full

few words were exchanged

as the mysterious convoy drove rapidly out of view

this was when they could get through!

 

Inside the mobs who had foolishly stormed them

were scattered everywhere

none remained alive or recognizable any more

all that was left to be done

remove and identify the victims for now certain

the circumstances could not explain!

 

The group that had come back from somewhere

vanished never to be seen again

not even today no information or justification

never been provided only silence

another dark secret held from the public domain

that for now will remain!

 

At the park bench flowers are secretively laid

and animals the spot evade!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Cross Roads!

Malctg - The Foureyed Poet.:

There are choices we make in life that can change the direction for better or worse! The Foureyed Poet.

Originally posted on The Foureyed Poet:

Often in our lives cross roads come along

when decisions really have to be made.

Only we in most cases choose right or wrong

on the road we should go our hand is played.

So far most of my decisions have been poor

always entering through the wrong door.

 

One lesson I have learnt as I blunder along

choices can affect not only yourself any more.

Children can be involved you have to be strong

years pass quickly as you begin ageing for sure.

How often I wished time could be turned back

but this is just a dream we can’t back track.

 

For years I’ve lived on my own still going out

wishing I had somebody close to chat or ring.

Company is what most feel life’s all about

out for a laugh and drinking is not my thing.

Not one for being in a crowd going out…

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Unaware!

The women sat laughing outside the cafe

on a summer’s evening

joyful time with friends having a drink

happy banter relaxing

unaware of the danger now approaching

on their lives encroaching!

 

Down the other end of the long boulevard

they had no idea of a stampede

of people for no apparent reason collapsing

then writhing on the side-walk

where seconds before each stood or walked

many so excitedly talked!

 

Within minutes becoming fiendish beasts

rising to attack anybody near

as more succumbed started on each other

nobody immune to this hydra

ravaging each others flesh the wave moved

all humanity in them removed!

 

The group of women could now hear noises

awful blood curdling screams

and began to feel the frightful stampede

instinct made them stand

dashing inside as the human wave neared

seeing the horror as it appeared!

 

Petrified knowing they would be vanquished

soon helicopters were overhead

it was their blunder that let the toxin escape

from a top-secret facility

fifteen miles from the large populated area

realising it was beyond hysteria!

 

Their only option now to destroy and contain

not knowing how much pathogen

had infiltrated before the leak had been sealed

nor realising a chain reaction

had been created it was now a viral contagion

starting this unstoppable invasion!

 

Peering down upon the abominable growing chaos

in the crews minds their families

who did reside within or very near city boundaries

but  orders had to be carried out

each quietly cursed and prayed for those exposed

for now they killed unopposed!

 

As for the future this they could not predict!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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