Why is it so lonely
without you
what had I done
felt helpless
being in the dark
everyday
ended yesterday
no reason why
just cannot cry
said you hated me
am so confused
no idea what to say
feel insane
why not explain
it so very sad
to each other bad
mutually cruel
who was the fool?
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Just sitting watching the traffic flow
for a second everything became slow
thought must be tired after last night
recently had eyes tested were alright
did not notice anything more until
my girlfriend seemed not to stay still!
Assuring me she was static looking at me
could not understand why this did not see
then after that everything became so crazy
for me each day living started to be hazy
worried that maybe I was going mad
with these events it could only be bad!
It made me question the reality we live in
those nagging doubts of society did begin
are we part of an endless electronic game
from then on nothing ever seemed the same
what is the truth of this Earth we inhabit
with a sickening dread where do we all fit?
Is this growing trepidation only in my imagination?
TheFoureyedPoet.
It was for a dare that the youngsters agreed
to explore the derelict house
meeting outside on a Saturday afternoon
the eldest fourteen and a bit
he was thought of as big brother to the rest
not for much longer one of the best!
Wanting to probe the house others avoided
his idea not wanting to go alone
now the reluctant foursome stood together
sneaking through a hole
in the back garden fence next to wasteland
trying to be an intrepid band!
All they had was each other and their torches
it did not look inviting
downstairs the glass was broken or cracked
the outer door ripped off
inner one was half-open the older lad Lance
entering not afraid to advance!
The youngest Lilly did not want to go inside
but a growl and shaking bush
made her run and grab big sister Lee’s hand
surprised let out a loud yell
words in large red letters daubed on each wall
then saw movement in the hall!
Now bunched together feeling very frightened
the kitchen door slammed shut
training their torches could see nothing there
but Lance wanted to search more
little Leanne started crying asking to leave
a man was watching she did believe!
Moving on through the derelict lower floor
a dragging sound was heard
as if coming down the now collapsed stairs
but nothing could be seen
yet little Leanne said again about the man
as each viewed the floor plan!
The girls voices now rising to a petrified shrill
reluctantly Lance admitted
this was far too much for him to take anymore
as a plank of wood flew in the air
helping them through a glass less window frame
admitted it was a mistake they came!
Covered in dust quickly headed back to the fence
but felt compelled for a last look
everyone saw the figure of a girl staring at them
at this ran panic-stricken home
the parents were never told just what occurred
what the children had seen and heard!
They seemed to go their separate ways after that
the eldest Lance discovered girls
as for the other they stayed at home every night
the house was demolished
soon on the site several dwellings were erected
but in weeks bad things were detected!
The Foureyed Poet.
The steam locomotive glistened motionless
in the railway museum
as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab
handling the large levers
children’s sticky fingers touching so keen
upon this magnificent machine!
From a different age of public transport
countless numbers travelled
holiday makers hard pressed commuters
during those days of steam
preserved by railway preservation groups
restored for the fun to recoup!
The engine resprayed in its original livery
pride filled the workers
bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur
accidents had dogged progress
even when being taken off the flatbed truck
moving it in there was bad luck!
Though were professionally trained personnel
that operated the transfer
cables snapped nearly tipping the train over
but through skill was averted
since then six months on much had arisen
creating much division!
Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab
boiler suit and cap smiling
talking to the them seemed to be in control
yet they had no employees
here working on any of the engines displayed
no staff this image surveyed!
But after the museum was closed noises heard
as the cleaners worked
described it like shovelling and metal clanging
heavy boots on the floor
even when lights were off that engine shone
something here was wrong!
Unexplained incidents happened items fell down
missing visitors and stewards
a feeling of happiness and despair lingered
yet it was the one engine
that everybody who came was always drawn to
the one they wanted to view!
It had been a working engine on the main lines
nobody knew its full history
but reports persisted of the friendly driver
maybe who had died
unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed
his spirit still employed!
But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well
did a dark entity haunt it as well?
The Foureyed Poet
The desert was flat you could never tell
that below where you stood
was a military bunker and missile silo
from a time years passed
built here on this lonely barren latitude
that had a bad attitude!
An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity
negative approach to peace
of times that have gone but do still exist
creation of terror and destruction
yet for many this factor has disappeared
to die is no longer feared!
Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end
is only in dreamers minds
always there simmering the spark of war
lay in wait in human culture
where somebody is ready to light the flame
so conflicts in history doth remain!
The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past
forever on humans the shadow cast!
The Foureyed Poet.
Anne had not seen her brother for six months
he had been keeping in touch
being a scientist had gone on a research trip
to some distant rain forest
making contact once a week by satellite phone
now his whereabouts were unknown!
On the day he was due back heard a news alert
that heavy rain in south america
had caused severe flooding in the jungle region
unable to pronounce the area
recognised it as where her brother was based
added all life had been erased!
Finding this hard to accept rang the embassy
went home to be with the family
together in mourning waited for confirmation
but after months of agony
the parents calmly waited for news of their son
what else could be done?
Half asleep on a Saturday morning the phone
rang vibrating the bedside table
she had forgotten it was in the cabinet draw
or it had any power in the battery
last time she had used it was to speak to Jack
her brother was he back?
Picked it up and hastily spoke is that you Jack
a long pause then a quite voice
yes sis I am on my way home ring you again Species
when I arrive at the airport
are you alright she enquired he said no more
something was wrong for sure!
Sounded like a stranger this could not ignore
glad he was alive but worried
told her parents he had at last been in touch
yet did not make her happy
waiting for him to call once more so unsure
there was bad news in store!
At last he called spoke in the same timid way
it did not sound like him
could she pick him up now then he had gone
before she could speak
A very cold dark night then it started to rain
began to feel the strain!
Parking was not easy too many cars no spaces
at last headed for the arrivals
the area was very busy everybody pushing
impatient for their baggage
she waited to see Jack waving and calling out
but he did not seem to be about!
It was then she heard a scream and the anger
turned to panic as crowds
started running blindly in every direction
she managed to quickly hide
behind a pillar or would have been trampled
never before this fear sampled!
Security could do nothing it emptied quickly
unable understand why
looked around spotting a lone hooded figure
she knew it was her brother
approaching backed away she followed him
not really but on a whim!
She could hear the noise behind and dogs barking
what had frightened so many
please stop you know it is me what is wrong
her voice made him stop and turn
she came up close he cowered and was crying
it felt she were prying!
Pulling back his hood Anne had to turn away
could not stop an exclamation
there was a shrivelled old man staring at her
by his eyes she knew it was Jack
more monstrous than human she was shaken
hoping she had been mistaken!
Jack came close his gnarled hands afraid to touch
his sister soft perfect skin
sitting up she wanted to know what had happened
to her handsome brother
but that chance never came a police dog attacked
he lashed out it backtracked!
He was gone he did not move like an old man
was this another species
shuddering with the knowledge it was Jack
yet what had he become
the police chased him she just sat petrified
he should have died!
Back at the car wondered where he could be
what to tell mum and dad
that would be hard they had waited patiently
how could she tell the truth
that moment of decision would delay for now
hoping it was not real somehow!
It was her brother yet a stranger now!
The Foureyed Poet.
Hundreds of thousands gathered eagerly waiting
for the new year to begin
intently watching the hands on a clock face turn
towards the midnight hour
each with their own story to tell of the past year
good and bad soon to disappear!
Drunk sober rich poor at this moment were equal
focused on the passing of time
their lives older at each stroke and second gone
some with hope others anguish
stood next to each other facing the unknown
a short lived unity shown!
That realisation that every one had the same goal
exchanging banter and hugs
problems and differences were of no importance
bitterness hatred did not exist
as the chimes began to strike the midnight hour
the massive fireworks did tower!
Like the cleansing and burning of twelve months
and their anticipation renewed
on new years eve a fresh beginning or same trek
none really knew what awaited
as the weather deteriorated together celebrated
time to cheer not be deflated!
Who knows just what mankind or nature has planned!
We can only hope it is A Happy New Year!
The Foureyed Poet.
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