Ghost Hunting

What is going on in the world of ghost hunting

now a popular television entertainment.

Are the sights and sounds real or manufactured

put on to falsely bring in the willing crowds

Staged to  enthrall and encourage us to view

but in fact it is an allusion none is really true.

 

     Each show last normally for one hour in length

when investigations my take some days.

Alive or recorded easy to bring in special effects 

or get somebody making the odd sounds.

In total darkness the imagination works well

not hard to make you think your in the pit of hell.

 

    Money to be made from those eager to take it all in

the shows sold around the electronic planet.

Marketed scripted and packaged in a professional way

ghost hunting by the mass media for all to see.

True or not if it looks good and slick that is alright

disguising any real evidence from sight.

 

    Glamorise it do not tell the facts in their true light

as the genuine investigations yield little.

Not loud bangs or visual images to wet the appetite

just an occasional knock or odd feeling.

To drive you on to find that missing truth or link

a new sensation that does make you think .

 

    Can there be anything around us to to find out

fiction or fact I would like to know.

Television ghost hunters are often great to watch

but a more in depth search is needed

Not glossy or too edited creating false visions

making people believe and causing divisions.

 

    Maybe some of these Television Ghost hunting programmes do have genuine elements in them. But there has to be a temptation to create false images or interpret them to draw in more interest and revenue. Being so edited who makes the choice of images or sounds. And even with live shows so much can be done to create something that could well not be there. Am I a cynic? Possibly as I do belong to a real Scientific Paranormal Investigation Group. How we would like to have at least one experience these TV ghost hunters have had. I would love to join them on their shows and find out just what they do get up to!

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

The Predictions Of Doom

Are the predictions of doom founded

as the planet spins and circles.

Around our bright sun at a high speed

humans trying to better nature.

Chaos continues to blight anything living

nature as always is never forgiving.

 

    A continues stream of doom scenarios

have been been fed to us forever. 

As Nostradamus is the most quoted

but were his predictions too general

adapted to fit what we want to believe

to make sense of the tragedies we grieve.

 

    The predictions and deadlines pass by

yet we are still onward bound.

With each one getting ever more blaise

until another disaster stirs anxiety.

Thinking is this the real prediction of doom

when our planet could be our final tomb.

 

    Predictions of doom have been told through out our history so far we are still here. Has the human race been wiped out before? Either through his own hand nature or an act of God? Is that time nearly upon us again? Are there genuine and accurate predictions been made or still to be made? Well all I can say is ‘ Time Will Tell’ how long that is is anybody’s guess! Or is it already upon us?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Another Famous Star

The time has arrived upon us once more

that defies our strange obsession.

Another famous star who died young

in bizarre circumstances is being buried

Hopefully to rest in death not found in life

more than we know filled him with strife.

 

    Michael so talented gentle and caring

 that extra love he had to share.

Even though millions adored his music

concerns were expressed about his mind.

Many worries too referred to his health

now he’s gone the talk is of  his wealth.

 

    The only final thoughts I can now share

is that he can now find true peace.

For the fans his music will go on forever

some will always criticise the man.

He is making the journey we must take

for his memory we cannot fore sake.

 

    In the end we must follow our designated path

the clock cannot be put in reverse.

Why could the tenderness of  his whole family

not be there when he was alive.

Easy to show the love and goodness too late

genuine closeness just cannot wait.

 

    I know little about the king of pop so much written and said over the years. I never followed his career closely. But did enjoy the music and with interest the stories. I speak only what I see and hear and have an open mind on his life. All I know for sure he has left so much great music that will live as long as man remains on this earth. And he did have a positive effect on so many. This too will live on around the world. But sadly a fortune will be made out of his material and people will earn vast profit’s from his name.

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

We Have To Eat

We have to eat to sustain our bodies  functions

is a simple statement of fact to make.

But watching my son having fun fishing

at a fish farm where thousands are stocked.

As family members catch and kill each creature

without a care or thought was a notable feature.

 

    This made me ponder the way we prepare meat

a never ending mass production line.

An insatiable hunger for these meat products 

man has always been  a carnivorous being.

Through out his short but turbulent existence

the animal flesh the one irresistible persistence.

 

   Though I have eaten my fare share of animal meat

rarely have I thought of their slaughter.

The trauma they suffer I cannot understand

knowing I could not physically harm them.

Yet willing to let others carry out the deed

so at home or in a restaurant I happily feed.

 

    I have not often thought about the meat I eat. But watching people fishing and catching them then with small clubs killing them, it did make me think. The old saying ‘Out of site out of mind’ seemed to fit my thoughts. As we consume vasts quantities of meat and somebody has to slaughter these animals. But people do also enjoy their fishing and shooting of  birds. I know I could not do it, I get upset  if  I squash a spider. Am I a Wimp or a person who does have a conscience?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Is There Life After Death?

Even at my mature years I cannot decide

is there a life after death or not?

Many have told me their strange tales

relatives friends or others each had seen.

Scientist believe it is a chemical reaction

 making them see not a spiritual attraction.

 

Another incredible phenomena I do not conceive

how people survive when they should not.

Like the teenage girl found unharmed

after a plane crash clinging to wreckage.

The man who lived after being stabbed in the heart 

a lad getting out a crushed car not meant to depart.

 

    Reluctantly I have to admit there is a possibility

our lives may not at the end of our span.

It is still speculation there in no real proof

but more are convinced and put their trust.

In the hands of mediums or those out to fool

can there actually be a real connecting tool?

 

   Too many charlatans have earned big money

that has spread onto our TV screens.

Classed as entertainment but people believe

creating false hope blurring the truth.

An after life is what  many want and crave

not just darkness then rotting in a grave.

 

    A massive question ‘ Is There Life After Death?’ As far as I know nobody has come up with 100% proof. Mediums I just do not believe there are books to teach people how to do this I have heard. People have said they have been told certain facts or information only they themselves would know. Well I am still waiting to be convinced. As most so called mediums and psychics are earning a good living on others misery, though am sure not all. Yes I would like to believe there is more than this life but that is an ongoing goal! Money will make many invent fiction and turn it into facts. This surely is distorting the real truth and research! Though I must add vast numbers of people have no doubt of a spiritual future, sadly at this time I am not one of them. Is there anybody out there who knows more and would like to share it with me?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Flying How Big A Risk?

It is said flying is the safest form of transport

but as the air crashes start to mount.

An uneasy feeling ripples through the air

with more disturbing images being seen.

As there is a large loss of  life each time

are they accidents or a scene of a crime.

 

    Also while on the ground nothing is earned

planes need to be flying in the sky.

So how often are they serviced to be safe

to give the passengers confidence to fly?

A question maybe not being asked enough

the airlines take big risks and too often bluff.

 

    A flying tube has always filled me with dread

the numbers are rising above our heads.

I often wonder just how safe are these craft

with less profit do corners often get cut?

Our lives totally in so called expert hands

always a feat when each big machine lands.

 

    Yet with so many airlines finding the pinch

what quality of planes and air crew?

Countless numbers are flying every year

as the fares are now better than the trains.

Like everything now profits are put before life

that is causing a massive surge in strife.

  

       It has always amazed me how these massive tubes of metal get up and stay in the air. Maybe we take it for granted these craft are in top condition. But I do not believe that many of the airplanes are that safe anymore. Not being of any profit while on the ground, there must be great pressure to keep them flying at all times. This brings in the massive risk of cutting corners to achieve this aim. There are many stories and proven facts often too late, of maintenance not being done. Records falsified to say they have been serviced or parts fitted when they have not . And cheaper or second hand parts being used. These craft are so complicated and each part is crucial to keeping it in the sky. Now thought of as the main way to travel and often used like a bus. And that is fair enough as the prices are cheaper than the train and quicker for internal flights and obviously more convenient on longer trips. But the more planes there are greater the risk of major problems and inevitably accidents or questionable crashes.              

      But like life it is I suppose  a risk we are prepared to accept and thinking about it there is no alternative at the moment. But we should not get complacent, for profit big risks are increasingly taken place. And in the worlds present financial cricis making it an even more frightening time to be flying.

     There are of course other factors in flying. More to go wrong as they become dependent on computer technology. The human factor and the weather all to be added into the mix. Life is a risk and we just have to face it, but the odds are stacking up against flying. Do you agree or not?

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

Tainted

The patches of  land not tainted by mans hand

are declining as the Scrabble to take increases.

Business parks still seem to be the fashion

natural habitats succumb to the scourge.

Buildings galore multiply even in recession

as the land goes more suffer repossession.

 

    Even in these days of varying levels of hardship

 more are losing their dignity and employment.

There are those who gather in more wealth

at the expense of the large voting public.

Using them like pawns for their own agenda

most certainly not the peoples defender.

 

     Shrinking national parks and fields of windmills

blot the once green and vast landscape.

As animal and plant life are classed disposable

the environment is becoming a political tool.

A few seem to be playing dangerous games

none of us can stop what are their aims?

 

    Our world is getting more volotile  as technology enables those with their own agenda to proceed with the ever increasing projects. I am sure these are not for our good or the environments. I wonder what is going on around us, maybe it is better we do not know. As the general public have no say or control. That surely must be a frightening prospect!

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

How Much

How much of an individual are we really

watched and listened to constantly.

Just how much freedom do we have today

under cover agents computer controls.

Higher taxes squeeze us even tighter

as our bank accounts keep getting lighter.

 

    Public money being used to bale out the rich

 the fuel bills escalate restricting movement.

With public tranport getting too expensive

we struggle allowing the few to live well.

Overwhelmed with gluttony and domination

so embedded it is becoming an infestation.

 

    You can see the frustrations now boiling over

as some countries impose harsh regimes.

While others are more subtle in their approach

the outcome is the same for the masses.

Corruption and abuse of public funds and support

will lead to democratic people being sort.

 

    This is the way I see society everywhere today. I certainly am not taking any sides more looking at it from the view of an average guy. Certainly not rich but compared to two thirds of our world definitely not poor. One of those that used to be called working class. But you have to admit those with the money do have the power. As the saying states ‘ Money talks’. Which surely is not a good outlook for the majority!

 

    The Foureyed Poet.

There Comes A Time

There comes a time when we  take an overview

at our own existing fragile mortality.

Conflicts come and go in this short span

many die too early others not soon enough.

Diseases illness and accidents to name a few

none of us know when our tickets due.

 

   We are born into a world of multi cultures

with different standards and influences.

Some have a wealthy style without hardship

or an average up bringing taking the knocks.

Many have lives of disrespect with no care

whoever we are the same end we share.

 

    But at the final post for all there is a limit

long or short the moment is rarely welcome.

Often a terrible blow that is hard to accept

as the cycle goes on without judgement.

Most hope good memories are left behind

done their best but most of all been kind.

 

    A friend of mind has had so many health problems over the last eighteen months. And was starting slowly to recover. A people person who loves to be in company and is dearly loved by all who know him. Now he has been told he has a brain tumour, a shattering blow. But it has made me think of my own mortality. None of us know what is around the corner of  life for each of us. I do try to be cheerful and enjoy each day. How else can we truly embrace our short existence? I hope my friend will overcome his latest battle. Something I am sure most dread being told you have cancer! And pray we never get, my thoughts are with him and his family. The saying ‘There for the Grace of GOD go I’ sums up my feelings. ‘ Life can be a wonderful gift or a living nightmare.’    

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Ula The Slayer-The Graves

The open grave was a grim site to behold

the problem being it was not the only one.

Surveying the multitude of desecration

the slayer had not seen this before.

Hyper alert knowing they would be back

now with her team ready for an attack.

 

   In the dark only crickets made a sound

deciding they were vulnerable there.

Heading at speed to safer firmer ground

when would these predators come.

With her trusty sword held tightly

blue eyes focused glinting brightly.

 

     The air was charged with a presence

as in the distance the vampires came.

At the tense groups feet wooden stakes

ready to help dispatch the rampaging evil.

Before it got to the populated town borders

the slayer now shouted out her orders.

 

    There was a shaking of the ground around

as the vampire army approached rapidly.

Sensing this was their last stand against evil

but from behind came a welcomed voice.

Turning there boldly stood fellow slayers

chosen ready to fight the peace conveyors.

 

    Never had so many creatures of the night

come out of the dark lusting for blood.

Like a swarm of  locusts the battle had begun

the chosen warriors with super strength.

Fought ferociously as they were surrounded

as the ancient and fresh vampires hounded.

 

    As the town slept unaware of their danger

 the tide started to turn unexpectedly.

As Balar the leader in a rage lunged at Ula

managing to avoid him she twisted.

From her belt snatching the sharp wood

plunging it into the chest where it stood.

 

    At this decisive act the vampires halted

as their leader was dust on the grass.

The band of slayers watched them flee

as Ula and the female slayers screamed.

A defiant and victorias haunting sound

stood firmly on a patch of  defiled ground.

 

    Ula knew this was only one small triumph

the war of good and evil would not end.

Amazingly this time nobody had been lost

but she knew sadly parting from her friends

There were many dangers waiting  ahead

and the responsibility filled her with dread.

 

    THe Foureyed Poet