Deadend!

Only bought the car a few months before

after passing the driving test

it was her first time she was so thrilled

with her friend one evening

as it was nice to have her independence

this moment was immense!

 

Nervous at excited they headed to a grill

the roads were quiet

with this was happy about driving slow

the radio on chatting

came to a narrow lane that was tree-lined

a little creepy but did not mind!

 

Put on her headlights as it was rather dark

checked rear view mirror

nobody was behind no hurry not far to go

both chilled started to sing

through her rearview mirror a van to near

from where did that appear?

 

Slowed down but stayed to close for comfort

pulled over to the verge

hitting a small tree stump as the van went by

stalling as she hit her head

the vehicle just disappeared into the distance

they sat shaken and tense!

 

Started the engine felt once more composed

nothing was now insight

drove on down the road but came to a stop

it narrowed to a small track

could go no farther posts their way blocked

they were rather shocked!

 

What happened to the van that had gone by

it never came back

darkness had fallen and they were scared

turning around found

a faded sign that read it was a deadend road

their imaginations in overload!

 

They saw a nice pub and decided they needed

to regain their serenity

once more so bought a drink and had a meal

there spoke to the locals

who were interested said others had seen it to

no hallucination it was true!

 

They left perturbed never to go that way again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Tracey!

How some memories still hurt inside! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

At that passed memory a deep sigh

thinking of a love lost

realising my feelings had grown

pondering at what cost

wandering my mind screamed out

life felt empty and hollow

nothing could console or cheer me

not happy then being free!

So empty many endless hours to fill

what was Tracey doing now

grieving for her those soft moist lips

will always love her somehow

missing her tender passionate touch

it hurts deep down inside

wishing my tears would no longer fall

knowing Tracey would never call!

Those hours and minutes slowly ticked by

solitude filled my years

that telephone message haunts me now

when her voice spoke harsh

never wanting to see or speak to me again

her reasons never did explain!

Had only left her bed twelve hours before

what went wrong a conundrum for sure

from that period in my life never recovered

passion for a…

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Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fall!

The pressures are too high upon the young in society today! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Did the girl fall or was she pushed the question

from the motorway bridge

as fast-moving traffic was brought to a halt

nearly creating a crash

she was hit by several speeding motor cars

above millions of blinking stars!

Police closed three lanes they needed answers

attending such scenes too often

so young it was a waste of another teenage life

witnesses said they’d seen a group

on the bridge before darkness had closed in

now the investigation must begin!

Ambulance crews respectfully removed the girl

when forensics had finished its tasks

each felt deeply these incidents were cruel

an unavoidable part of their duties

a microscopic search was then undertaken

to be sure evidence was not mistaken!

Miles of traffic tailed back into the distance

diversions were put into place

as the daunting task to clear the scene went on

people could only observe

hours passed before the main…

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His Secret!

He met a friend that changed his life. The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

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Deception!

Is every thing that we see a deception

or maybe hear and feel

can we believe everything we are told

how easy to create fantasy

images that can be easily manipulated

our thoughts infiltrated!

 

Virtual reality is this our true existence

perpetual conflicts around us

concept of flat earth a renewed theory

aliens amongst us who rule

evil rather than good for those in control

they who never had a soul!

 

Dark governments with classified projects

creating unexplained sightings

witnessing more strange events in our skies

with increasing bad weather

programmes depicting the planets end game

with nobody taking the blame!

 

Conspiracies and false information spread

advanced technology invented

decades ago hidden from the population

weapons manufactured diseases

when it’s often said what really is out there

of the truth who is aware?

 

For us all here is this life a deception?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Realistic!

Had for so long had vivid realistic dreams

she knew were not real

this time became agitated and fearful

inside a tall building

people seemed relaxed within the foyer

appeared a good employer?

 

Must be a large company or posh hotel

as she panned the interior

yet out of sight there was a dark shape

making her become anxious

otherwise perfect as though employed

being here enjoyed!

 

Again this darkness and panic emerged

that calmness faded

as a loud explosion shook the building

from somewhere below

no panic as alarms sounded all around

slowly to the exit bound!

 

Certain there was no hurry then another

bang made many fall

and the atmosphere changed to urgency

the third and fourth

made everyone run now objects crashed

large windows smashed!

 

She found herself being pushed trampled

people trying to leave

but could not wake up as the scene changed

now standing watching

from the other side of the street a spectator

as from above a roar!

 

A darkness covered the building as it collapsed

at an unbelievable pace

pulverized dust that also spewed debris outwards

just like a nuclear explosion

fine ash lingering like a fine layer of grey snow

rivers of molten metal did flow!

 

Awoke gasping for air the scene was familiar

who could wreak this awful act

too many died through her eyes could still see

the rising mushroom cloud

she hoped this event would never come true

as the dread of mankind grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Camping!

Camping on moorland just needed a break

alone with his tent and nature

or that was how it was planned to much on

falling out with partner

solitude was what had always kept him sane

this was how he wanted to remain!

 

Fresh air and a warm starry night it was good

alone without argument

never able to do the right thing he pondered

sipping his hot coffee

in his own world when he first heard a cry

like an injured animal close by!

 

Had a walk around his camp but saw nothing

the view was magnificent

sheep and ponies grazed some distance away

it was then nerves came into play

realising the isolation until now had not cared

his very well-being bared!

 

On the grassy hillside no other human near

close by was swampy ground

saw a walker heading up to his high position

surprised as there was no path

through the water-logged low ground below

seemed to be moving slow!

 

Looking forward for a chat just sat and waited

then were lost from his view

flustered got up the person he tried to locate

but they had simply gone

knew another night would have to spend here

that was certainly clear!

 

Began to miss the quarrels he had left to avoid

as the temperature dropped

settling in his tent for one more lonely night

found it hard to relax

odd noises outside made him shiver with dismay

felt he had become the prey!

 

On the other side of the thin material breathing

well thought it could be

shuffling as if somebody was slowly approaching

almost afraid to take a breath

summoned up the courage to take a quick peek

an explanation to seek!

 

Cautiously took a look a shape he could just see

red eyes stared back at him

a mist swirled upon the ground what was this

a high-pitched shriek

as the thing charged this was the end he thought

next memory woke distraught!

 

The tent had gone laid on top of his sleeping bag

at his feet saw hoof marks

in the soft grass here still completely alone

gathered his belongings

just left as quickly as he could physically walk

with other people needed to talk!

 

A few days later his body was found on a trail path

trampled as if by a hoofed animal

there were no clues to what had actually happened

his wife informed by wallet contents

another death on this land they could not explain

animals were not allowed on the terrain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was It An Angel?

Who was this beautiful being was it an Angel? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

From high upon a building something moved

below a scene of panic in a busy city centre

this being had not been seen was it evil or holy

within an instant it would spectacularly enter

soon the image above started to brightly glow

the moment was here like a rocket did it go!

A robbery was taking place the gang sped away

smashing into anything that got in their path

elated with the mayhem and violent display

not concerned at the chaos or total wrath

racing another car none of them saw it there

within a split second trapped now aware!

Everything stopped the gang was tightly bound

many stared at the ethereal lady on the car roof

four villains bruised and battered made no sound

she floated gracefully to the ground a majestic star

was she an angel to their knees the people fell

eyes glaring nobody wanted to break this spell!

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The Blood!

When he met her never thought he would be changed forever! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

He could not get the blood off himself

no matter how he tried

it was him or that monstrous creature

not alive anymore

just couldn’t get used to all the blood

worse mixed in mud!

How had he become killer of these things

always been a quiet lad

that was until he met that fantastic girl

pity then he didn’t know

she wasn’t of the homo sapiens breed

spawned of another seed!

Beginning to age yet she looked the same

never knew they co-existed

drawn into their feud against their vile kind

had to learn to fight

or by knowing her would be dispatched

head from body detached!

This race had been here long before man

from a distant galaxy

they could only be killed by decapitation

at first not believing it

until the girl he loved made her first kill

that was in his brain still!

Now he had…

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