Mates Flat!

The surroundings of his mates new flat

were certainly unfamiliar

how they got back was a real mystery

waking up on the lumpy couch

needing to find a toilet for an urgent pee

but it was difficult to see!

 

No idea where the bathroom was situated

hitting furniture with bare feet

unable to detect the light switches as well

eventually blundering there

relieved stared at a mirror above the sink

saw his mate in a blink!

 

Spinning around nobody was in there with him

he ran out the taps turned on

hitting every surface saw his mate sprawled

half on and off the king size bed

a naked girl laid there by his side both asleep

head filled noise of a mournful weep!

 

This shocked him into waking up hang over gone

alone in the lounge no girl for this guy

never lucky with females just got far too drunk

clothes scattered sat in underpants

on the settee a seat cushion suddenly depressed

heart missed a beat in chest!

 

Could not see anybody yet an impression visible

shivering it was though no longer alone

quickly jumped up as arm was gripped so tightly

had never been here ever before

knew at that crucial moment his life was at risk

an exit needed to be brisk!

 

Without any care though nearly nude ran

to the door hoping it would open

a distortion within the dim light faced him

with a tug of war with the handle

it suddenly sprung open was hurled back

hitting the wall with a whack!

 

Seconds later a force threw his body outside

bruised stood looking at the entrance

there was a blackness so dense had to recoil

then the door slammed with a bang

never moved so fast in his life into the night

with sickening and fearful flight!

 

On the news a days later heard two discovered

both found dead in a bachelor pad

too afraid to come forward lived with unease

often wondered why his life spared

what malevolent entity had been in that dwelling

innocent life for some reason quelling!

 

Now each day was a challenge would it come for him?

 

Regretting ever going to his mates flat?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

The Monastery!

The monastery partly a ruin being centuries old

popular for many ghost hunters.

Trying to prove or disprove by varies methods

any existence of ghostly visitations!

Amongst the impressive crumbling architecture

the imagination heightened for sure!

 

Tales of hooded monks seen walking in dark places

or surrounding burial ground.

The ghost hunters enthusiastically came to stalk

on this open bleak moorland.

You can feel the prickly static electricity everywhere

that alone gives you a scare!

 

Often a low mist hangs over an exposed monastery

giving it that typical haunted image.

On this particular winters night a group arrived

inexperienced and impressionable.

Investigating this known documented haunted site

what would they find on this night?

 

Straight away every one had that uneasy sensation

they were being closely scanned.

But put it down to atmospheric conditions created

as they each began to prepare.

They formed into a circle this was how they started

trying to connect with the departed.

 

Now late in the evening becoming cold and misty

they felt shivery and chilled!

Two of the six were certain they had been touched

one on the head one on the back!

Another in the infra-red light saw shadow appear

in awe said it was so clear!

 

An hour later split into three’s for the viduals

in the areas of reported sightings.

And they certainly would not be disappointed

three girls sat in the monastery.

When they all heard close by a very loud bang

and from above a bell rang!

 

Taking a cautious look around nothing was found

staying calm took photos.

Certain something was stood by the small altar

decided to do an EVP session!

Replaying the recording picked up a woman crying

saying faintly she was dying!

 

Having to quickly exit as an object was thrown

certain now they were not alone!

The other group could see them run outside

wandering amongst silent stones.

Where a thick mist formed in a human shape

they also had to escape!

 

Gathering in the tiny nearby car park shaking

pleased at what they had caught.

Hurriedly collecting equipment left at five am

eager to review their findings.

As they departed by the main monastery door

a shadow rose from the floor!

 

Brave or foolish they wanted to come back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Going Back!

Going back to the place of my early youth

was a big mistake!

Remembering the luscious meadows

air so clean singing birds.

Country lanes a small running stream

sound of an engine of steam!

 

The thick dark smoke billowing behind

through unspoilt land.

Our heritage there for everybody to enjoy

small villages and hamlets.

Animals of all kinds living without threat

no sounds of a passing jet.

 

Shocked at what I saw and what time had done

no more the country side.

Where such beauty had been a trading estate

the small town an urban mess.

No trees the stream now under a motorway

an unkempt park in which to play.

 

Traffic and fumes now filled my sad gaze

as I compared my memories.

And the happy days then safe to explore

all of our natures graces.

Standing on what was once a grass hillside

now under houses this did hide!

 

This seems the way of life today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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