Trance!

Sat before me as if in a trance those eyes

so black deeply sunk

every movement just glared with intent

as if possessed by something

that disturbing realisation it could exist

with us all did coexist!

 

That helplessness you could do nothing

filled your being with trepidation

he did not seem aware of my presence

backed away in anticipation

more was forthcoming his face distorted

his body now contorted!

 

Yelling obscenities launched himself off a chair

attacking a man eating close by

bouncing on the cafe floor hitting out fiercely

several men tried to pull him off

but could not hold or wrench this man away

his victims complexion turned grey!

 

Eventually restrained when the police arrived

as cutlery began to fly through the air

customers around were shaken at his actions

began to think some kind of possession

the premises destroyed and windows shattered

those present bruised and battered!

 

Had to be carried by at least six to a waiting van

as it came the evil energy left

those within from then on were totally fearful

for this was an enigma

none had experienced before in their lifetime

within the air was a mutant enzyme!

 

That would soon cause the destruction of man

as it was absorbed into the population

nobody was immune from its horrific effects

so much speculation of its origin

it was said an act of god for our immorality

disdain for life brutality and criminology!

 

There was a deep seated dread this was wrong

had to be a far more sinister origin

the facts concealed in videos films and song

most seem blase to the truth within!

 

Many predictions of doom how would this plot end?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Explosion!

A huge explosion that knocked him down

forcibly hitting the marble wall

no warning given as the building shattered

around him deafened by the blast

vomiting and gasping from dust and smoke

began to think he would choke!

 

In the hotel lobby with friends and others

guests and staff happily talking

such a headache and pain in both his legs

was quickly able to stand

disorientated he almost fell on a body part

as the scene tried to depart!

 

Ears ringing blinded by his pouring blood

through thick pulverized concrete

saw a glimmer of light as more explosions

were occurring far above him

a fireman came helping him out into sunlight

quickly removing him from the site!

 

From a vantage point inside an ambulance

he watched the skyscraper

disintegrate before his aching sore eyes

ground shook dust engulfed

once busy roads hidden in a deathly smog

that their lungs did clog!

 

After he had witnessed this appalling carnage

he quickly lost consciousness

the enormity of this major event developed

as a shocked world watched

a mystery still remains as other buildings fell

on that day it felt they were in hell!

 

He never woke up one more victim added to the many!

 

Still today it is assumed terrorists this act did invoke!

 

Could This Really Have Happened?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Community!

They lived in a small rural community

each were related

growing their own food blissfully free

proud of their labour

pure delight in what they had achieved

in one another believed!

 

Established when the land was colonised

many had perished here

during a long battle to secure the district

lush and green so fertile

until one day unnoticed high in the sky

an unmarked plane did fly!

 

Trails that at first seemed like vapour

but never faded away

as chemicals were being sprayed out

that fell onto those below

absorbed by the rich cultivated soil

where the families did toil!

 

Also breathed into the lungs of the folk

penetrating their cells

undetectable they were contaminated

every living creature

succumbed to the chemicals deployed

the community soon destroyed!

 

Unable to explain why crops withered

they became seriously ill

over a few months the area deserted

those pioneers now history

why never knew thought an act of god

did not think it was odd!

 

That from the open skies chemicals fell

turning paradise into hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Perturbed!

Entering his garage found the car engine running

perturbed thought it very odd

must be an electrical fault what else could it be

yet held the key in his hand

there was more to this unusual event he pondered

as the bad memories stirred!

 

Only a few weeks ago had placed his wife in the car

tense as he had been questioned

so far his plans had worked well thought a suicide

she had a history of depression

plenty of pills plus the fumes yet guilt lingered on

hated her but knew it was wrong!

 

Was it just that a feeling of regret at the repulsive act

or was there more still felt her near

put aside any nagging doubts opened the garage door

reversed out had to meet his girlfriend

until his wife’s demise was known as his mistress

she would get rid of this stress!

 

Even driving to work became  an increasing problem

never seemed to be alone

at his office computers kept shutting off objects missing

his chair moved and incessant calls

but nobody ever on the other end was getting paranoid

this odd conduct co-workers him did avoid!

 

But the day did come when he swore he saw his dead wife

smelling the perfume she always wore

just before the wheel violently turned and off the road

into a tree at speed the car swerved

an unfortunate accident the police report clearly read

now like his wife he to was dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

New Beginning!

For the parents and five girls of varying ages

this was the chance for a new start

in a different location far away from the city

where their eldest had problems

claiming the house was haunted by a spirit

so would not stay within it!

 

Managed to get into trouble and arrested

eventually having a breakdown

at seventeen needed psychiatric support

ending in a mental asylum

realised their daughter would not return

having little money a concern!

 

There was no choice when their youngest saw

unseen by them girls running around

and a woman in her room standing screaming

the decision was made to leave

having one disturbed girl was enough not two

nothing else they could do

 

On the internet this house seemed to appeal

cheap needing some work

a bargain not to be missed the family agreed

mum and dad looked alone

with no choice this was all they could afford

nothing wrong the agent assured!

 

Their new home was a long way from the last

and the light was fading on arrival

it took some time to pick their eldest child up

from the hospital’s psychiatric wing

darkness had fallen when they entered within

unaware it was a house of sin!

 

Everybody was too tired to feel any concern

settling in the lounge together

sleeping bags their beds for this one night

though it was a restless sleep

not because of  it being a strange new dwelling

there were sounds like pitiful yelling!

 

Before dawn the eldest Rebecca was a awoken

by a whisper in her ear so clear

half asleep saw a girl of similar age stood there

thin and pale and beckoning

as if wanting her to follow but she tripped falling

yet still heard a voice calling!

 

The noise woke the family and the girl had gone

and now no pleading voice

said nothing in case it was assumed a relapse

she knew that it was a ghost

since she was very young she could see the dead

experts said she was mad instead!

 

Now Rebecca accepted it was a gift that felt a curse

the only other who understood

was her youngest sister Amy she to often saw them

said they were her imaginary friends

but the ones Rebecca saw were more malevolent

unable to rest because of their torment!

 

Thinking it had quietened down since being in care

was not happy to see them here

realising there was a danger but what was unclear

for the rest of the day brooded

except Amy nobody knew the house was harmful

possessed by a being nasty and cruel!

 

The area looked pleasant but evil still remained

she could see hanging women

on trees outside men dragging them from inside

by the evening she was scared

dad was starting a new job the very next day

knowing none of them should stay!

 

In their bedrooms saw the shadow beings moving

she had to get her siblings out

young Amy now held her hand tightly frightened

with the overwhelming presence

of violence at any possible moment she had to act

but had no idea about tact .

 

Her parents were use to her in uncontrollable rages

but now confident was in control

told Amy to wait outside she ran up the stairs

helping the other sisters down

then started screaming to get mum and dad riled

and out before they were all defiled!

 

Opening the door startled Rebecca they followed her

both being naturally concerned

rushing into the garden was surprised to see them all

at that moment there was a flash

just the two saw faces at the window then the blaze

the family stared helplessly in a daze!

 

But they were all alive! But was it over?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Spiritually

Spiritually at peace with my own being

able to face each day of toil.

Nobody to be afraid of seeing

as time passes I am slow to boil.

No more  fear of death as I age

treasure each day it could be your last.

Try to survive and escape the rage

of times with a jaded past.

Regrets may abound but they have gone

nothing can be changed is a fact.

Look to the present and be strong

life is like a play act by act.

 

Do we not all have moments of  being spiritually low?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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