Seek!

Had been so excited to be there

really bleak and derelict

was my first visual impression

had been an investigator

with the group for a short while

their purpose to seek

any evidence that shed light

that gave people a fright!

 

Allocated to take a walk around

soon regretting eagerness

though it was light felt on edge

even with a two way radio

this could not ease the dread

rumors of deaths within

many entering never seen again

my focus hard to maintain!

 

Entered an upstairs room a touch

upon my warm hand

so cold then a child’s laugh heard

a small figure nearby

shuddered unable to comprehend

what had transpired

contacted base to report and help

a loud tap made me yelp!

 

A pain on the left side of the neck

must leave this room

meeting a team member outside

coming to assist

suddenly the house became alive

as floorboards creek

excitement at the monitor station

objects move no explanation!

 

Reviewing camera footage its heard

a faint child like laugh

on close examination were deep red

scratches visibly seen

drawing blood what had interacted

everyone was highly charged

what really is here embedded within

as the night vigils did begin!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Peace And Goodwill!

Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn

families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare

the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around

prices rising yet expectations by excited children high

to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause

do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are

when once modest presents were given and enjoyed

now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!

 

Unbelievable still today another side to the season

many without anywhere to live or money to spend

struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects

each with a different reason for their state of living

desperately lonely a society not keen on giving

where many rely on benefits and charities for hope

especially at Christmas when compassion is sort

adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!

 

That season is here prices higher than ever before

the affluent have no real care for those floundering

not for them food banks their only way to eat

nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door

is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill

as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

My Death!

How in seconds our lives can change

remembering when we met what fun

it was incredible just being with you

how your love simply filled my heart

thought your feelings were the same

that view changed as hate came!

 

Felt a sharp pain in my back that night

with disbelief in me you thrust a knife

your emotions had gone into reverse

sweet so kind thinking we were close

soul mates sharing our lives forever

now its my death we share together!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Nobody!

Nobody can know what you are thinking inside

or how your self-respect is shattered

it is a personal hell you all face just to function

your existence seem totally battered

none of your relationships ever seem to last

but determined have to face the past!

 

Hard as it maybe for us to create a new dream

in the end only we can truly decide

if we can be charming get out with the team

to not be depressed so regain our pride

believe we are as good as anybody around you

through experience know this is true!

 

Once your confidence has been slowly drained

feeling so much weight on your head

wanting to scream being wound up and tense

thinking the only way out is death

but to remember your children need you there

their love is true for dad really care!

 

Easy for self-pity to drag you down in a divorce

doctors just offering you pills to take

adults fighting with animosity feelings sour

communications with each other gone

yet your children who are caught in the middle

do not understand the divorce riddle!

 

For me my sanity was saved by young minds

who wanted their parents to care

to love and not argue or be unhappy together

just share their lives even if apart

so hard for every one but kept in close touch

now all grown up love then so much!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Car!

The city centre was busy as usual

vehicles speeding and too close

even the pavement was crowded

he noticed a large dark car

windows tinted zero view of inside

no matter how hard he tried!

 

Ended up in a large department store

though there were other cars

this one made him very uncomfortable

alarm bells rang in his head

eventually managed fine more space

but it had gone without a trace!

 

There had been no alert it stayed quiet

cameras watched every move

without privacy for humans anymore

every single action analysed

amongst shoppers roamed detectives

security was their objectives!

 

Facial recognition number plate as well

no hiding place for anybody

in a culture afraid of its own population

as the public have accepted

this constant never ending observation

of our lives complete infiltration!

 

There is no private moments anymore

twenty four seven watched

for our security is the stock official cry

but how far does it extend

birth to death our movements known

we are never today alone!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

War!

The battle was lost thousands of dead mutilated comrades

lay silent guns still firing their deadly shells

pounding the ground all around as the shrapnel flew

many containing radioactive material

that put those breathing in danger of over exposure

drones now dominated the skies

long past need for human guidance had their own brain

the machines on earth did reign!

 

The war had become a reality mankind fought to remain

on their home for millions of years

created artificial intelligence to assist and enhance lives

but from the heralded blessing

now a curse classed themselves superior us as inferior

had long surpassed our capabilities

infiltrated all aspect of our lives from birth to final breath

even disposing of our bodies after death!

 

Most weapons in their control transport and computing to

groups had always been suspicious

keeping older weapons and machinery not needing robots

to operate as most systems had become

resistants spread now below hiding deep underground

where the elite had been hiding

but they were soon obliterated by their own creations

accidentally achieving their aspirations!

 

Self replicating there was little hope for depleted mortals

but with that bloody survival spirit

somehow would never surrender to the hideous machines

as they walked upon the crushed bones

of lost comrades and close family always remembered

as the fires raged and earth shook

clung onto the hope that the saviour they had forsaken

from this hell would our souls awaken!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Me! But Part Of The Whole!

Me but a part of the whole

billions just one soul

my one passion is to write

if only for my delight

though few may ever view

to me must to be true

wanting to share what I see

love you to join me

in a very corrupt society

filled with an anxiety

constantly under a threat

of death and debt

conspiracy theories abound

millions does confound

what is the real truth of life

that fills us with strife?

 

Me just a unit of humanity

fighting for his sanity

each day a new beginning

our earth is spinning

we have always been told

most with the idea sold

this crazy society observe

myself it does unnerve

what out there should we fear

the dangers so very near

do you feel the pressure rise

as they try to demoralize

what is reality and what is not

what is the actual plot?

Me! But Part Of The Whole!

TheFoureyedPoet.

Maybe!

Maybe it was just chance or a well-played plan

but like a fairy tale the woman

became acquainted with the much older man

making him spill his coffee

with that virtuous flicker of long eyelashes

that upon his jacket splashes!

 

A slight blush as it was he who apologised

their eyes met and he was smitten

caught was it chemistry or a hidden agenda

to him it was magical luck

had recently got divorced that still really hurt

how good it felt to once again flirt!

 

Blinded by a beautiful woman chatted happily

both becoming touchy feely

drunk more than he usually did that evening

had verbal diarrhea was happy

remembered walking out with this female

from there it was a memory fail!

 

With a jolt awoke in a bed with white sheets

alone his clothes strewn around

a trail of water droplets led to the bathroom

with a throbbing headache

his desperation to vomit and pee was intense

as none of this did make any sense!

 

Staggering through the open door at the sink

the trail ended on the steamy mirror

a word Sucker written saw his own pasty face

then a dark figure from behind

hit him over the head again lost consciousness

last thought his future ominous!

 

Aroused with a slap and loud shouting in his ear

handcuffed to a bare dirty table

two men sat staring from across the small room

demanding to know where she was

where had he hidden the body of their comrade

confused at the question so afraid!

 

His thoughts scrambled by drugs drink and brutality

engulfed in a bizarre situation

here with no answers help or any means of escape

vague flashes of a bar and a girl

as the pain in his head began to get more intense

nothing to him made any sense!

 

After endless questions the interrogation stopped

dragged and thrown into a cell

he had been a banker who had let his guard down

and given them pass codes

while he had been detained had ransacked his flat

of no more use he was hit with a bat!

 

A week later his remains were pulled out of the river

back in the same up market bar

a young woman approached the middle-aged man

he was an executive of a large firm

how his ego was raised as she smiled and spoke

then gently his hand she did stroke!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Missed!

He missed that touch and sound of her soft voice

as the coffin was lowered into the grave

why had she died the autopsy was inconclusive

suicide was on her death certificate

married for five years his childhood sweetheart

never thought so soon they would part!

 

There by his side their son who was distraught

just turned eighteen they were close

his eyes viewed the casket as he threw a rose

just before reluctantly leaving

unable to accept she would take her own life

this he knew of his wife!

 

What had happened repeating the question

over and over in his mind

she worked hard too often away on business

never spoke of her own job

as it entailed secretive government contracts

concerned she had to hide the facts!

 

Shattered receiving that middle of the night call

worried from her had not heard

tried to phone countless times but got no reply

leaving earlier with a kiss and touch

promised that she would be save while gone

knew she was positive and strong!

 

Mentioned a car on several occasions had followed

closely behind while out and about

but brushed it off saying it was nothing of concern

expressed anxiety but said do not to worry

on reflection recalling how sinister her voice tone

surely the dangers should have known!

 

Told the police when questioned soon after his loss

mentioned his fears and what she said

nothing was done believing she had taken her life

closing the case and filing it away

he was certain she had been silenced for a reason

eliminated for what they classed as treason?

 

Or  uncovered information not for public consumption

sealing her inevitable death or just his  presumption

laying in their bed turned to where she always laid

knowing her spirit was there but still very afraid!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Hand In Hand!

Held hands bewildered at what surrounded them

shocked covered in thick dust

could only hold on to each other both survived

the huge blast that killed so many

children that did not understand such carnage

or how adults had such rage!

 

In their short lives had only ever known destruction

warfare that took families forever

born into the putrid odours of death cries of anguish

that never ending wail of mourning

funerals and standing by grave sides of  loved ones

and choking smoke filling their lungs!

 

Now they were alone their home and parents murdered

as a missile struck their only sanctuary

while both outside the explosion shattered many lives

parents and grandparents a brother to

lost evermorer being so young just could not understand

as together stood hand in hand!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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