The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Death!

Felt the shot just a little pain

saw him there gazing

yet had no fear to sustain

my life began fazing

darkness followed like a veil

into death did sail!

 

Familiar voices they comforted

without a sense of dread

visions of my past reconstructed

formed like a woven thread

being within this timeless zone

stillness in the unknown!

 

Wars deception endless carnage gone

that longed for tranquility

affected by life’s endless marathon

years of passionate futility

of bills threats or toiling to survive

now no longer alive!

 

That cycle had ended forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Squatted!

She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!

 

She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!

 

Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!

 

When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!

 

For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!

 

Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!

 

Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!

 

She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!

 

The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Microwave Masts!

Unnoticed they seem to rapidly appear

tall microwave masts

increasingly placed along busy roads

like metal beacons

upon the tops of buildings and flats

where you will never find bats!

 

It is said not all are for mobile signals

but can be used as weapons

that could destroy us the people below

surely this is just one more

conspiracy theory to scare the masses

but not the upper classes!

 

What is the truth behind these stories

that forever bombard us

becoming more frightening and bizarre

as we face the never ending

hardship and uncertain future times

and growing humanitarian crimes!

 

Before us much is hidden from sight

darkness blocking the light!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Deadend!

Only bought the car a few months before

after passing the driving test

it was her first time she was so thrilled

with her friend one evening

as it was nice to have her independence

this moment was immense!

 

Nervous at excited they headed to a grill

the roads were quiet

with this was happy about driving slow

the radio on chatting

came to a narrow lane that was tree-lined

a little creepy but did not mind!

 

Put on her headlights as it was rather dark

checked rear view mirror

nobody was behind no hurry not far to go

both chilled started to sing

through her rearview mirror a van to near

from where did that appear?

 

Slowed down but stayed to close for comfort

pulled over to the verge

hitting a small tree stump as the van went by

stalling as she hit her head

the vehicle just disappeared into the distance

they sat shaken and tense!

 

Started the engine felt once more composed

nothing was now insight

drove on down the road but came to a stop

it narrowed to a small track

could go no farther posts their way blocked

they were rather shocked!

 

What happened to the van that had gone by

it never came back

darkness had fallen and they were scared

turning around found

a faded sign that read it was a deadend road

their imaginations in overload!

 

They saw a nice pub and decided they needed

to regain their serenity

once more so bought a drink and had a meal

there spoke to the locals

who were interested said others had seen it to

no hallucination it was true!

 

They left perturbed never to go that way again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Voices!

At fifteen thought life was fun an adventure

as she entered the church

behind her parents they were on holiday

her sister followed behind

from a young age heard voices in her head

knew they were of the dead!

 

For a while suppressed the sounds in her mind

but within the ancient building

had started again echoing from every angle

her parents had no idea

but had to confide with her younger sibling

knowing trouble it may bring!

 

Wanted to get out yet for the first time saw

what looked liked a woman

knew was not really there felt compelled

to approach and listen

such a soft voice speaking lonely and sad

for somebody to hear so glad!

 

Before she could approach her parents called

glancing back she had gone

for a moment heard nothing until a loud cry

as the ghost was by her side

that asked to be free from her perpetual hell

overwhelmed had a fainting spell!

 

It was a surprise to find herself laying down

sitting up her parents concerned

sat beside her grinning sister had to stand

then turned running to the exit

as even more voices shouted within her head

clearer she caught the thread!

 

Trapped souls were seeking her help to be free

away from the growing evil

let them go on into the internal peace and light

yet amongst the constant noise

knew there was a darkness growing all around

that was earth-bound!

 

Inwardly panicked began to drain her spirituality

as the woman once more

came speaking calmly now with an angelic glow

realised it was an angel here

to guide this young adult with her special role

to save each lost and lonely soul!

 

Yet still had a place on the earth with a loving family

to give her strength and support

in a harsh and ever-growing violent material society

where she found the love and joy

now she was able to see and understand true grace

so the future now could face!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Castle!

Each apprehensive on this investigation

the ghost hunting team approached

the castle foreboding in the half-light

complete with a moat without water

through a gateway of iron and wood

the castle for centuries here stood!

 

Parking in the cobble stoned courtyard

where the executions were carried out

high walls that seemed angled inwards

creating that claustrophobic sensation

nerves already delicate pulses now fast

shadow of suspicion had been cast!

 

Before they had hardly got out of the cars

noises from the battlements

drew their eyes upwards to see movement

certain somebody was there

besides themselves just security on gate

early excitement did create!

 

The atmosphere was depressing and heavy

as they took a walk around

partly in ruins giving a more sinister aspect

descended into the dungeons

dark and damp a lingering feeling of despair

surrounded them everywhere!

 

Faint cries seemed to be coming from within

overwhelming stench of decay

their stomachs churned with a sense of panic

wanting to scream themselves

had to back out of the cramped prison cell

for a moment was their hell!

 

Heavy footsteps could be heard far above

as if of marching feet

now like being in a never ending maze

disorientated they were lost

could hear heavy doors were banging

chains and keys clanging!

 

Though an experienced paranormal group

they started crumbling

fortunately the equipment tech did not go

being in radio control

contacted him to get them free from location

could think of no explanation!

 

The darkness had become so heavy and dense

heard footsteps close behind

walls became distorted surrounded by orbs

that did not seem like dust

onward bunched tightly together faltered

their purpose never to be altered!

 

Feeling weak as their strength sapped away

a familiar voice could hear

and torch beam ahead coming their way

brought them back to rationality

guided up to base to analyse phenomenon

decided investigation done!

 

Had not realised several hours had passed

a dark spirit embedded within

all determined to return far more prepared

as the activity more than foreseen

reluctantly left the oppressive castle for today

not for long would they stay away!

 

Stopping on a nearby lay-by for one more look

even this their nerves it shook!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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