Deep Truth!

In his mind deep thoughts teased the reality

sensed a connection with aliens

yet it stayed hidden as if not meant to know

inquisitive to find out more

read about theories that the earth was flat

it seems many believe that!

 

An illusion the stars and planets do not exist

just a hologram projection

but where did the astronauts go if not space

are we just an experiment

living on a massive sound stage or zoo

what honestly is really true?

 

Of ancient giants and united nations flag

depicting earth is not a globe

frustrated that the concepts were possible

troubled the truth not been told

as weather patterns were becoming bizarre

had mans ingenuity gone too far?

 

Or locked in the brains of every human being

the path to confirm the truth

there is an overflow of misleading information

with to many out there certain

the facts they are explaining to you are correct

and these we should not reject!

 

But where do rockets go if there is no outer space

suddenly within six months

the surge to say it’s flat and not as we were told

a spinning round mother earth

satellites for navigation and the space station

what is the real explanation?

 

Most can only believe what they are told or see

easily manipulated how to think

good and evil mega rich and increasing poverty

third world war a predication

disasters natural and created by faceless elite

and ever-present blatant deceit!

 

What deep truth is hidden from the masses?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Bizarre!

He could see the birds in the distance

flying and landing

surprised at the number gathered

far more than usual

also an odd glowing cloud hovered

at first was not bothered!

 

Had come to the park near the sea

as he did every morning

but had never witnessed anything

so mesmerizing and bizarre

he was going towards it the sound

so loud his ears did pound!

 

Now in the cloud was able to see

dark shapes swooping

the pain as they attacked pecking

other forms approached

he began to run his arms flaying

here did not intend staying!

 

Exhausted his energy was drained

it was clear yet still

high above the birds made it dark

injured could only lay

through closing eyes the birds left

his body was bereft!

 

There was not a  sign of any birds

the sky was pure

he was found on the beach below

the high crumbling cliff

covered in lesions nothing broken

he unable to be woken!

 

An urban legend was born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Decay!

There was that distinct smell of flesh decay

as the senior detective entered

the large and disused shipping warehouse

a small digger was excavating

a large deep hole in a nearby corner laid

three bodies were displayed!

 

When he started it was pick axes and shovels

the rookies did the digging

still it was progress no backache or blisters

the team had already arrived

he watched as another corpse was placed

noticing there was no face!

 

It seems as well none had any hands or feet

the odd aspect of the case

they had the killer to them had confessed

paid to dispose of evidence

his task to leave no means of recognition

or he would be in their position!

 

But he had come to them highly stressed

petrified and eager to talk

what he told them next sounded  insane

blurting out they were here

those he murdered he could see each one

his life he knew was done!

 

He had heard many confessions and stories

could distinguish the crazies

but this guy was plain scared out of his mind

said they were surrounding him

had to get them to be buried on holy ground

nobody else heard any sound!

 

Shaking and sweating gave them thirty names

it did get cold as we talk

put it down to my over worked imagination

but he was a spooky guy

the longer being with him I felt the presence

my misgivings rose to intense!

 

Suddenly it became silent he took a breath

his eyes bulged he turned blue

it was though something was strangling him

yet nothing was there to do it

in the two way glass sure he saw a reflection

there was a psychic connection!

 

It took a five minutes to absorb the bizarre scene

that is how he ended in this dump

finding every noise made him flinch wondering

if there were ghosts watching

surely not but the families could now get closure

it was hard keeping his composure!

 

Maybe this ageing detective was not a sceptic after all

had to get away from the decay to make a call!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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