Text Message!

A text message was sent to his cell phone

warning him to go to an address

who had sent it nobody knew the number

this was for special business

as an undercover detective had to be wary

this assignment it was scary!

 

Taking precautions headed to the location

even though it could be a trap

had an informant who had not contacted

for a few months it was his style

the block of flats on a rough estate loomed

amongst shabby houses was marooned!

 

Parked amongst vandalised cars and trash

smelt that stench of cultivated weed

as he headed for the entrance to slum block

knew it was a gang base by the tags

another message made him miss a beat

started to sweat feeling the heat!

 

It read third floor num thirteen take stairs

security door was not locked

certain nobody was following sprinted

up those four flights of stairs

entered the small lobby spotting a man

this was where the nightmare began!

 

Saw the flash of a gun firing at his head

ducked it missed by a hairs width

charged head butting the thug his fist

completing his incapacitation

inside the flat other voices could be heard

the action soon became blurred!

 

Instinct took over as it seemed like an army

rushed out had to use his training

and wits to overcome overwhelming odds

glad he had his trusty police baton

it did the damage until he could grab a gun

entering hoped the fighting was done!

 

Saw it was his criminal informant sitting

bruised and battered in the kitchen

still with a cell phone clasped in his hand

before he could utter a word

they were heading for the ground floor

as more burst through a glass door!

 

Quickly reversed their exit to the balcony

found themselves looking down

four floors also s  burnt out van well placed

no time to think both jumped

to a hail of automatic fire as they collided

on metal somehow were safely guided!

 

Managed to get in his car his companion hit

just getting away but soon pursued

speeding through unfamiliar back streets

eventually able to contact back up

the assailants were beginning to draw near

down a familiar road was able to steer!

 

For the moment they had shaken pursuers

and drove onto headquarters

on his radio heard there was a gun battle

glad they had got clear of trouble

inside was able to know what had gone on

it was a sting that had gone wrong!

 

The informant had bypassed him this time

nearly paying with both their lives

but through the carnage a big drug haul

confiscated and gang caught

the adrenaline rush had still not subsided

but it had been an adventure decided!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Exhausted!

Exhausted had been a long day but not over

headed towards the second job

riding his old bike hoped it would not fail

as the rain-soaked him again

a white SUV gleaming in the street lights

pulled up beside him at a junction

the couple inside covered in bling smiling

him a source of fun providing!

 

Road clear shot away throwing up spray

it was then the distants felt

between those who had so much wealth

with those who struggled

never enough money to pay bills and eat

always on the news channels

the sportsman television and film stars

with luxury homes expensive cars!

 

Boasting of endless trips in private jets

politicians rich but taxpayers

subsidised their expenses and salaries

as they struggled to even exist

certainly not a new concept always been

those without helping the rich

controlling the masses keeping them poor

of their position always cocksure!

 

Society heads into an unpredictable future

with countless variables of surviving

what is the reality behind the smoke screen

the untold truth we shall never know

as the one percent amass ever rising wealth

where do the majority fit in

with plans of a new order where robotics rule

are we not being treated as the Fool?

 

Could this be true? Or a conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Here!

Would never have taken the security post

had he known it was here

filling his vision the abandoned prison

dwarfed his six feet six frame

a history of brutality suicides executions

determined to fulfill his obligations

be rational inside the grim condemned wing

hoped the job no nasty surprises bring!

 

First shift was with a senior security officer

took him around the eery buildings

favored by paranormal groups to investigate

where its said the prisoners roamed

though long dead had departed life violently

their souls unable to rest or pass on

prison guards also within here had perished

their memory deeply cherished!

 

As he toured told of the long paranormal past

the gates now no longer locked

left open eerily quiet their footsteps echoed

on the dusty concrete floor

the power was turned off had to use torches

in a harsh and sparse interior

though in ghosts not sure whether to believe

soon different ideas would conceive!

 

The moment had arrived his first lone patrol

part of his work to keep away

anybody interfering with any investigations

mostly in the buildings alone

had that intense awareness of somebody near

tried but unable to shake it off

heard what may have been a banging  cell door

and shouting voices but not sure!

 

This before the group had even arrived here

really dark and cold at any time

needed the money had to man up he thought

took a deep breath passing through

cells where he knew there had been a murder

could feel depression and fear

glad to be back in the security office satisfied

had confronted the dread deep inside!

 

As a child saw what he thought was a monster

inside his house while playing

just appeared from nowhere ran crying to mum

but nothing was found on searching

parents put it down to a young child’s imagination

not believing him was a life long frustration!

 

Through to his adulthood felt it had followed him

so here he was to face his demon

had told nobody not even his wife nor friends

as the months went by more confident

it was nothing and for all those years allowed

that memory to interfere with living

until that shift brought his reality to a conclusion

there was no longer confusion!

 

Fortunate that he had befriended a psychic medium

there for an event had gone with him

on his rounds and felt there was a violent entity

moving around as a blow hit him

she saw a blurry shape pass through him in a second

he staggered out followed by a loud grunt

she too was shaken and surprised at this experience

at this totally unexpected interference!

 

Now he was not alone at last somebody understood

after that trauma during his childhood

yet was it the same entity that had scared him so

this was the next step he now had to know!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Divided!

Born in the small town then a community

equality part of daily routine

violence the occasional drunken brawl

or disgruntled married couples

no threats to walk out any time alone

or thought of a home invasion

robbed and attacked by masked raiders

these criminal inside traders!

 

Now not safe even within your own home

little protection by the law

bad guys have a free access to our lives

fraud is a profitable sport

workers have their money taken in taxes

with less rights than perpetrators

as law and order for most has fallen apart

corruption is off the statistic chart!

 

Those open integrated communities absent

gangs have divided and destroyed

where families struggle to leave so scared

no entry areas you now fear to tread

murders of the young and those foolish to go

many that used to serve and protect

often avoid these volatile flash points of doom

where the evil predators loom!

 

Do you know what is happening around you

the once thriving shopping centres

businesses closing down charity shops rule

more sleeping rough begging

who once had homes with a future and hope

as drunks increase with intent

vandalising and fighting no purpose anymore

helplessly we watch and deplore!

 

Once small familiar peaceful neighbourhoods

are now part of historical records

as the shape of things to come are not good

where we are guided to believe

life will be better in this materialistic society

where most are in debt to the few

who can be trusted surely we are manipulated

and every aspect of life infiltrated!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Machines!

He sat in front of the laptop with uncertainty

what could be true anymore

artificial intelligence was taking over humanity

who actually was now in charge

on your smart phone the voices were not real

though it was impossible to tell

they could perfectly mimic anything at all

how long before mankind would fall?

 

No more the films of the over throw by machines

developed by humans themselves

excitedly creating at a ferocious rate robots

to rule our life support and services

realistic like us they were created in our image

smarter faster where did we fit in

the technology became too much for mankind

so a quantum computer was assigned!

 

Transport was fully automatic even our aircraft

had no use for human hands

they could think far smarter and indestructible

the population relied completely

on the machines as the frustration rapidly grew

unrest exploded then robotic cops

deployed and the resistants and wars escalated

with no democracy for it to be debated!

 

How close are we today to such a future existence

as our lives are run by the machines

for now they maybe an asset that we just accept

but they know where we live

what we are saying doing and most likely think

privacy and security from them

has long gone from a once more free civilisation

controlled can there be any salvation?

 

Its said the future is not set and could be changed

but what protection from the deranged?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

A Happy New Year!

A throbbing head wondering where you are

in need of pain killers remembered

its New Years day everything looks bleak

this not being a good start

how cold and damp where you had laid

lifting your head nerves frayed!

 

Glancing about there in the morning air

several others besides yourself

an awful smell of booze and stale vomit

makes your stomach churn

rising with pain onto your wobbly legs

bottle in hand with a few dregs!

 

Swigging that down making you feel worse

focusing your tired blurry eyes

trying to rouse those prone on the ground

recognising some many no idea

a girl looked familiar an awful flash back

had he proposed not the right tack!

 

Dishevelled as if engaged in an altercation

on rubbery limbs they stood up

noticing there was garbage everywhere

was it near their last destination

each still under the influence of all the drink

guided them he hoped to a taxi link!

 

Unable to remember anything of the past night

as the frost began to bite

a strange red sky greeted the weary band

as they walked in the wasteland

welcoming in another bloody new year

longing for more spirits and beer!

 

The time approaches 2018!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Blindly!

Standing on the roadside watching

endless traffic like a blur

though their minds are out of sync

going blindly towards oblivion

without thought of consequences

or actions to any other lives

just no one else to them mattered

nor whose existence battered!

 

Acting in their vehicles as if reflecting

the way humans interact

cannot stop them their needs rule

priority is for themselves

why buy easier to take from others

violence is an acceptable factor

empathy to them a sign of weakness

always be tough no meekness!

 

Dominate the weak care not how they live

just as long as you are alright

surge on with no thought lie steal cheat

pollute why protect this habitat

feeling protected in their own metal box

their territory within untouched

the masses live in a fabricated environment

where only the selected are content!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destruction!

She could not perceive the forest fires

had burnt her wonderful house down

at great expense made fire resistant

from her scorched drive watched it

as its destructive power consumed

the vast area obliterated doomed!

 

The wind had swirled in all directions

certain had seen rapid bright flashes

aimed at properties in defined bursts

as suspicions within began to mount

groups of neighbours found the smoke

was making them cough and choke!

 

In a state of panic observed those passing

stressed agitated faces with no smiles

evil crept amongst the distraught victims

unaware that it was no accident

their homes were targeted by an enemy

towards us had no empathy!

 

So the vast forests became just like hell

destruction but in a strange pattern

appearing houses were gone nothing else

like precision targeting applied

there was an organised plan being applied

humanity and truth put aside!

 

It was like the beginning of mankind’s cull

but they had no idea of this reality

thoughts nurtured to believe whatever told

never to question any authority

resistance was eliminated if not conforming

as dark forces were swarming!

 

Confused pondered was it a theory or reality?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Car!

The city centre was busy as usual

vehicles speeding and too close

even the pavement was crowded

he noticed a large dark car

windows tinted zero view of inside

no matter how hard he tried!

 

Ended up in a large department store

though there were other cars

this one made him very uncomfortable

alarm bells rang in his head

eventually managed fine more space

but it had gone without a trace!

 

There had been no alert it stayed quiet

cameras watched every move

without privacy for humans anymore

every single action analysed

amongst shoppers roamed detectives

security was their objectives!

 

Facial recognition number plate as well

no hiding place for anybody

in a culture afraid of its own population

as the public have accepted

this constant never ending observation

of our lives complete infiltration!

 

There is no private moments anymore

twenty four seven watched

for our security is the stock official cry

but how far does it extend

birth to death our movements known

we are never today alone!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

The Couple!

The couple sat hugging each other

not only for love but for warmth

their roof above was the open sky

their carpet under foot cardboard

each other all they had to live for

in this day and age truly poor!

 

Yet they stayed together not bitter

nor wanting charity or empathy

once lived in a nice home good jobs

but through unemployment

their lives spiralled out of control

taking an unwelcome toll!

 

Forced into the depths of despair

illness added its heavy burden

but they had each other to share

not bitter or blaming anybody

had faith when it all seemed bleak

in unity a fresh start would seek!

 

Together they hugged each other

as a lost society rushed by

no longer caring for the destitute

without money and wealth

humanity left to grim prospects

the majority treated as rejects!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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