Protesting!

He stood peacefully alone protesting

driven up into a frenzy

by skilled antagonistic paid lackeys

to express his rights

in his beliefs of a much fairer society

but was cut down

with a baton held by a man in uniform

left bleeding so forlorn!

 

Had wanted no trouble just to be heard

a humble good person

worked hard to keep his family safe

never demanding too much

but watched the rich always up grading

while most suffered

laid beaten and broken no mercy shown

on the ground dying alone!

 

Thugs departed friends gathered around!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Oozed!

The sap oozed from a gnarled tree

as though it was bleeding

on one of its low bowed branches

the rope swung slowly

deep inside the bleak suicide forest

another soul departed

each drawn to this isolated retreat

alone their end to meet!

 

Nobody could grasp their despair

this was to be journeys end

what had brought them from afar

to this haunted bleak arena

to purposely take their own lives

as if in a replayed ritual

the ghost hunters entered here

sensing all their souls near!

 

Into the forest all was silent and still

with piety had a mission to fulfill!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Sensation!

Could not shake off the daunting sensation

drowning breathing in air

agitated at every sound and movement

shadows seemed to follow me

many voices in my head screamed so loud

nothing there yet felt in a crowd

ripples in reality as everything was blurred

forces of good and evil stirred!

 

Weather becoming unpredictable everywhere

strange patterns in the skies

earths life force rapidly bleeding outward

huge cracks spreading below

population uncertain of safety and stability

raging storms of deadly carnage

there were no havens to hide in the surface

not a single untainted space!

 

Fires raged and ravaged more than ever before

law and order disintegrated

crimes of violence grew as money diminished

the fabric of society so fragile

the weary masses caught within this time slip

reeling from wars and harsh rule

uncertain each day what would happen next

had it been written in an ancient text?

 

Daily life an unpredictable lottery for survival!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Diner!

Apart from the diner sign flashing on then off

all seemed the same as the sheriff

got out of his new patrol car for his breakfast

thought it quiet his gut twitching

not for food but always alerted him to a threat

it had never let him down yet!

 

Most of the vehicles he recognised as regulars

but old Tozer the owners dog

was not barking at anybody coming into park

on the radio tried to be discreet

in contacting for backup knew he should wait

the situation did not want to aggravate!

 

Unusual but could not get through to his office

his gut twisted even tighter

quietly released his shotgun from its mounting

would have to go in all alone

taking small steps headed for the rear entrance

strongly sensed a presence!

 

Rear door was open stepped over the threshold

expecting to find anything

nobody in the kitchen afraid to breathe explored

though it was a total mess

through to seated area uneasy could smell coffee

charred bacon but bodies could not see!

 

Food crockery and furniture strewn over the floor

as if it had been violently thrown

but the mirror behind the counter was undamaged

so were the panoramic main windows

knew he would have normally at this hour been here

but was delayed as on the road a stray steer!

 

Pondering what had caused this major crime scene

the radio crackled his heart jumped

it was the desk sergeant to inform him of a sighting

of a UFO in his present location

then communications gone once more frustrated

went back outside becoming agitated!

 

Looked upwards it was clear then heard the dog yelp

there was a large trailer close by

where the owner lived ran to the distressing sound

there the animal lay cowering

its neck bleeding from tugging at the choker chain

petrified so pitiful and inhumane!

 

Where the animal was gazing he could see an object

shimmering blinding him in the sunlight

raising his weapon started towards the silvery shape

knew its must be what had been reported

a hum was noticeable his head seemed to explode

found himself in the craft mind on overload!

 

At that moment the desert ambience was shaken

by sirens of a police convoy

that soon arriving at the diners remote location

circling it greeted by silence

just as the sheriff had discovered it damaged

as if somebody the place rampaged!

 

Found the dog to whimpering staring at something

close by a discarded shotgun

unusual markings where an object had landed

standing unsure at what to do

when several unmarked helicopters descended

at that contact their involvement ended!

 

They were politely asked to leave now in military

jurisdiction escorted from the scene

could only be bystanders left to speculate the cause

their colleague another victim

how far did the veracity go in this massive deceit

very soon head to head they would meet!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Ebbing Away!

In his sixties looked around at the people

talking and chatting together

yet sat on his own as if he was not seen

in the eighties he remembered

laying in a hospital bed life ebbing away

was it his moment that day?

 

After an operation was left bleeding inside

but for an observant doctor

would not be sitting feeling life had halted

nothing had worked out since

certain within himself he was not depressed

filled with self-pity or stressed!

 

Nothing had worked out thought he was nice

never fell out with others

had one job most of his reasonably long life

two ex-wives that was bad

nobody else had connected with him since

himself tried to convince!

 

As far as memory would stretch he was sure

tried to move forward

yet always it was blocked each time failed

the sensation of going around

in the same circle unable to break free

never to this day the escapee!

 

Trapped in a miniature transparent dome

watching time pass by

unable to communicate in a state of stasis

was this just imagination

or a reality that he was doomed to repeat

until there was no heartbeat!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Its said!

Its said there are ghosts and spirits of the dead

demons to roam here unseen

mediums can converse with the other side

many say they have seen them

there are those who have actually been attacked

honestly that’s a fact!

 

Large scratches often deep and bleeding just appear

also pushed down the stairs

temperatures dropping low to make rooms icy cold

so many cases of witnesses

claiming it is real voice recordings of spirits talking

all around them stalking!

 

Sceptics claim most do have rational explanations

being natural effects of our society

buildings settling shadows created by lighting effects

imagination of an active mind

yet much cannot be explained in any lucid way

this our fears do not allay!

 

So much we do not understand even experts agree

maybe what some sensitives see

is real amongst the trickery and illusions displayed

there is unexplained phenomena

are there other residents on earth besides us here

that occasionally to us appear?

 

Have families really seen their passed relatives

can there be demons

the questions and lack of real answers stimulate

those many investigators

being out there seeking the facts from superstition

that really is an exciting mission!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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