Began!

Even approaching her electric car

that buzzing sound began

a powerful charge threw her back

bright specs of light darting

rapidly all around her visual field

to its power had to yield!

 

Stunned lay upon the dank tarmac

of the large car park

could not understand the cause

other shoppers helped

concerned at this unusual event

what was this torment?

 

Almost immediately it escalated

the electricity arced

connecting with lighting towers

plus cell like poles

that were closely situated nearby

birds fried flying by!

 

Patterns sparking above their heads

the charge crackled

smell of burning ozone as it ignited

as anything electrical

ceased to function and a grid created

a new power base activated!

 

From that day forth the vast population

filled with fear and damnation!

 

Surely this is only a nightmare scenario?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Advertisements

Shelter!

The shelter bleak empty and vandalised

was a familiar sight each day

attracting many odd characters to hover

like flies around dog poo

a base for the youngsters to plan trouble

not such an angelic hubble!

 

Glass replaced with plastic this to shattered

now left to decay with rubbish

intimate moments it was for many a haven

where characters gathered

weed smoked drugs to often exchanged

also dodgy business arranged!

 

If it could speak interesting tales could tell

the shelter also a landmark

for years the law just turned a blind eye

but when the object was found

the gatherings abruptly curtailed evermore

so revitalised the folklore!

 

The glowing rock just appeared from the sky

making a big hole causing a fire

this stopped the regulars from going to close

some were curious so approached

instantly incinerated as the rest dispersed

but everybody was coerced!

 

Unmarked vehicles and helicopters arrived

they were all rounded up

efficiently loaded on to trucks and removed

an airtight box was placed nearby

two robots carefully placed the object within

a major clean up did begin!

 

Being the only witness just escaping their grasp

watched and took photos as proof

thought I had escaped unnoticed but they knew

now on the run in fear of dying

the newspaper editor read with amazement

contents of an envelope to him sent!

 

At that time had no idea of the fatal ramification

soon realised it would lead to our damnation!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

No Warnings!

There were no warnings as the ground shook

furniture tipped over crockery smashed

panic overwhelmed the startled population

seemed too powerful for an after shock

wide cracks appeared in the fertile ground

rising up like a mass burial mound!

 

From that once stable happy environment

a good life of fun pleasure and unity

a heaven on earth without hate or violence

far from the despicable created misery

this community lived unnoticed in peace

until that moment hope did cease!

 

Had been said there were volcanoes beneath

but after so long complacency grew

until it was triggered and dreams were gone

just escaping the inferno as magnum

gushed into the fresh open air lava flowed

to all nearby no mercy was showed!

 

The destruction of the virtual reality society

instigated not only by mankind

but the might of an earth now fighting back

as unprecedented natural disasters

began to plague a weary battered civilization

into fearing this was damnation!

 

Humans thought they were in total control

found their part was only a minor role!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Purring!

The cat’s purring seemed to get louder

for the first time an irritation

how quiet it had been until that moment

staring through the open window

across open fields and a dirty grey sky

his life slowly ticking by!

 

Almost in a dream like state became aware

of the patterns in the clouds

that drew his complete attention got up

found himself outside eyes fixed

as a large hole appeared in the formation

that lacked rational explanation!

 

The centre opened spiraling downwards

from within came a large craft

that hovered while the sky then cleared

just appearing before his eyes

he surveyed no noise could be heard

nothing else nearby stirred!

 

Cautiously walking down his long garden

it slowly moved upwards

as several small objects seemed to eject

flying in all direction so fast

ascending the clouds opened once more

this time of a wider bore!

 

Rising into heaven or another dimension

the alien object did transcend

that chilling sensation immersed his being

in his mind biblical passions

of death damnation fire and brimstone

at that moment fearful alone!

 

Retreating back inside his safe haven

upward once more glanced

there was nothing more to be seen

the familiar purring of his cat

brought sanity to a tortured perception

was there a sinister deception?

 

From that day his whole attitude to life changed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Lighthouse!

Isolated on a small island within the ocean

the lighthouse stood

a tapered pillar raised up to the heavens

detached from humanity

with that haunting magnetic fascination

their all filled with damnation!

 

Weather conditions often gale force winds

battering the structure

torrential rain and thick impenetrable fog

a lonely abode for one

rules in the last century a three-man crew

to share work and Seaview!

 

Weather became poor just before Christmas

sea spray swirled all around

in this lone beacon and claustrophobic space

a supply ship unable to sail

leaving the men to cope on depleting stocks

waves lapping high on the rocks!

 

Over a week before the conditions improved

enough for ships to sail

as the supply vessel neared noticed no light

a navy cruiser came by

the two crews met puzzled on the small dock

of this situation to take stock!

 

A naval rating was dispatched up the path

for their first contact

unable to rouse anybody returned to base

two ratings and a relief keeper

were tasked to search the mystery tower

for human life and why no power!

 

It was very quiet main door was not locked

entering walked upstairs

to the living quarters a half eaten meal there

nothing was disturbed

the sleeping rooms empty beds none used

at the odd situation perused!

 

Soon up into the lamp room plenty of paraffin

to run the magnified beam

it seemed too normal and no clues to be found

also around the perimeter

nothing was found no indication for the event

or any criminal intent!

 

The captains concluding the search mission

concerned at disappearances

unable to find an explanation left two men

the relief keeper and a sailor

the rest returning the mystery to report

and with superiors to consort!

 

After a comprehensive prolonged enquiry

and many more full searches

no bodies to this day were washed ashore

remaining one of the seas

most intriguing unsolved riddles in history

truly an eerie mystery!

 

Countless theories on their fate implied

yet the truth time has defied!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Reputation!

His reputation had followed his career

even since he left the army

boasting they had taught him to shoot

given a dishonorable discharge

for an unlawful killing he did not agree

not listening to his plea!

 

Through his skills and knowledge of guns

he became a sniper for hire

as a mercenary fought in countless battles

but it never sat easy slaying

because every victim he killed remained

haunting him why unexplained!

 

He was not a believer in the paranormal

this he kept telling himself

at first just an odd glimpse like a shadow

certain it was his conscience

but as years passed were becoming vivid

making his personality frigid!

 

As the date of his fiftieth birthday neared

the dead seemed more real

than all the living he daily encountered

becoming evermore distant

from the reality of a once methodical life

his whole being took a dive!

 

Becoming decrepit for one still classed as young

the once untarnished reputation

crumbled becoming more inaccurate and sloppy

taking out the wrong targets

unable to detect fact from any reality he grasped

in his hands the gun he clasped!

 

Unable to distinguish those living from the dead

fired the bullitt entered his brain

he would rather face the many he slaughtered

than see them clearly all around

his mind had finally gone could live no more

would he enter heavens door?

 

And for eternity walk the path of damnation

or maybe he would find salvation!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

%d bloggers like this: