Cell Tower!

He sat rigidly leaning against a high post

head throbbing from the radiation

being omitted by cell tower over his head

could feel the charge and buzzing

in his ears remembering the days long past

when there were none erected

feeling normal with a clear and alert mind

not bad-tempered but kind!

 

Clear skies the air was crisp good to breath

certainly in the countryside at least

season to were defined and lawful society

the towers increased life changed

people began to become sick and change

violence became the normal way

as a craziness amongst the people grew

his sanity was fading he knew!

 

Could see the fires and screams of victims

as the surge of walking dead

searched to kill anybody still unaffected

his thoughts began to link

as his humanity was wiped from his brain

the newly created monster

joined the passing beasts on their task

faces blank like a death mask!

 

Anybody hiding were prey to this fate!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Almighty Glory!

There they stand in their almighty glory

feeling above the rest of mankind

in truth they are but bland and gory

yet prone in time to be defined

observed as lines and cracks appear

wealthy their true selves to hide

being afraid the media will not be near

non exposure would dent their pride!

 

How they play the part of the megastar

shinning their light at every chance

money keeps their egos high near and far

thinking nothing will stop their advance

some survive the power and glory of fame

many only a glimpse before the glow fades

blending into oblivion all seem the same

outside of the celebrity trades!

 

How many can we truly believe we admire

some grow old with grace and dignity

others controversial who have dark hearts

who seem to have untimely life endings

that cannot be explained leaving speculation

that leads to open confrontation

its said sold their souls to the devil for fame

mind-controlled who is really to blame?

 

Living in a another realm to the so-called fans

seem oblivious to any facts revealed

all accepted as gods who can never do wrong

for them no luxury they struggle to live

going to any lengths and prices to see their heroes

whose lives may not be as shown in media

false plastic make up covering all deceit and lies

hidden the extent of the real sacrifice!

 

Am I just rambling or is the truth within my thoughts?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Predicted!

They predicted the end of our civilisation

giving the date for an ancient prophecy

nibiru would collide with earth foretold

but this did not happen society goes on

they were not deterred they got it wrong

so another date was rapidly to us given

no doubt that moment may well arrive

as it gets harder in this society to survive?

 

A large planet said to be in the solar system

all the stars in thousands of years aligned

an expert said our time was really ended

yet here we are into another perilous week

as tornadoes earthquakes and volcanos erupt

at an increasing and unprecedented ferocity

unrest and violence unfolds before mankind

many apocalyptic scenarios are defined!

 

A catastrophic event will overwhelm us eventually!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

House-Inside It Waited!

Confidently the four stood in the garden glaring

a touch of arrogance in their thinking

headed towards the house this triumph sharing

focused their eyes not blinking

line crossed neared the door it went eerily still

the girls turned pale they felt ill!

 

An indescribable odour made them come to a halt

from that moment their actions defined

determination erupted they pushed on their assault

from nowhere a tree root two entwined

around Tony and Jane who crashed to the ground

putrid slime came oozing from a dirt mound!

 

But from inside something stared for them it waited!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Grandma’s House!

She had no knowledge at all of her grandma’s life

in fact she had never met her

so surprised to find she had inherited the house

mum hated the old witch

never visited always referred to her in this way

and never went there to stay!

 

Unsure why she had been given this old house

felt compelled to visit

a part of her life that was a complete blank

down to the west country

headed alone on the train anxiety was growing

to a part of her that was unknowing!

 

Took a taxi from the station at first an adventure

a child like excitement

but as she got out and the car quickly left her

alone staring at the dwelling

bleak uncared for yet felt the need to go within

searching for answers could begin!

 

Unkempt garden bunch of rusting keys gripped

in her tiny soft hand

stood before the door found the key entered

dusty but surprisingly tidy

sensed a presence was it imagination or real

what secrets did it conceal?

 

Missed her mum who had died some years ago

told she had died of an aneurism

pulmonary could recall wished she was here

remembering she hated grandma

never gave a direct reply when asked why

too late now gave a big a sigh!

 

Wanted to leave maybe the timing was wrong

the door would not open

a sound made her turn grandma sat in a chair

seemed real how could this be

spoke in a soft tone even said she was dead

that filled the girl with dread!

 

You are home my child the coven’s chosen one

before anything more said

the image faded from view but others had come

a group of young women

surrounded the room each were dressed plain

in black from talking did refrain!

 

On a large central table an ancient thick text-book

bearing her name Abigail

felt compelled to pick it up instantly like a surge

of electricity exploded

around her petite immature body and mind

from then on she was defined!

 

No longer a child a beautiful woman now emerged

with dark penetrating eyes

embracing who she really was a powerful witch

instantly had absorbed

the knowledge of her birthright overpowering

the future before her towering!

 

Realising that her mum’s untimely end designed

as it blocked her destiny

becoming clear she had resisted the natural order

for so long filled with dismay

though with this new purpose inside a darkness

grew this began to caress!

 

The coven was complete she had fulfilled her destiny!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Golf Course!

The now derelict hospital had a foreboding look

spread over many acres of land, Located

with a dark history and countless mortality rate

proven cases of experiments done

and the inevitable reported sightings of the dead

and a building not to tread!

 

But adjacent in contrast to the medical institution

was a magnificent golf complex

when old records were checked it was discovered

under the perfectly mown grass

the hospitals grave yard had once been located

causing the whole course to be fated!

 

With the never ending stories and recorded proof

provided by visitors on the tours

and highly respected paranormal organisations

who were permitted to investigate

this discovery was a vast new area for research

even remains of a derelict church!

 

The history of this once house of godly worship

was nowhere to be found in records

yet talking to the dedicated golfers it was hard

to build factual evidence of hauntings

bones had been unearthed even during mowing

as slowly the experiences began flowing!

 

One group knew they had to explore the grounds

it had not been investigated before

permission was granted from the golf club owners

soon they were standing ready

in front total darkness an uninviting emptiness

sensing the foreboding nastiness!

 

Keeping together walked onto the empty golf course

immediately hearing awful cries

in the distance checked with security making sure

the site was not contaminated

by others wandering around though it was isolated

in vast areas noise would be oscillated!

 

The replies back confirmed it was none of them

but they too had heard sounds

with evidence already mounting made their way

to the ruins site to set up base

approaching moving lights blinked rising high

and feelings of somebody walking by!

 

On reaching the location there were no lights

yet an object was viciously thrown

what it was could not be found in the grass

digital recorders were set up ready

to pick up any electronic voice phenomena

that may well there occur!

 

The group consisted of seven members present

one bravely or foolishly offered

to stay and monitor cameras put at hot spots

splitting into two  segments

the hunt began to explore the creepy landscape

with spirits contact could they make?

 

With torches infra-red and thermal imaging cameras

methodically scoured the lush greens

darkness seemed to almost drown them like water

as shapes akin to humans  appeared

for split seconds then evaporating into wispy vapours

instantly to the eye becoming no more!

 

On the thermal cameras the same forms were clear

adding to the mounting evidence

that unsettled sensation never left any of them

during the night spent probing

sounds and movement that could not be explained

harder for discipline to be maintained!

 

As dawn approached they were glad to be leaving

quickly packing equipment away

that last long gaze with the mist in dawn sunlight

giving a supernatural portrait

all with lasting memories of their involvement

each inside feeling content!

 

But were they prepared for what they would find

as the evidence was viewed and defined?

 

The Foureyed .Poet

 

 

 

 

 

The Beginning!

For the novice investigator this was the first

investigation he had ever been on

but hoped this would be only the introduction

as yet uncertain how it would feel

was consistently sceptic with an open mind

that hoped soon would be defined!

 

Apprehensive sitting in the car with experienced

members of the paranormal group

heading towards their chosen haunted location

was a moment for him to savor

as the ominous grey walls of the castle loomed

his imagination was consumed!

 

Stopping in the car park the walls were so high

and the imagination strong

seeing soldiers peering from the battlements

ready to defend the castle

as the rest of the team arrived reality dawned

and the investigation was spawned!

 

No mediums were involved within the group

more of a scientific approach

once the site briefing had been completed

the night’s hunting now under way

now it was the real action or so he thought

as for the unknown he sought!

 

In the different locations he sat very patiently

listening for any unusual noises

or see movements in the complete darkness

which seemed an odd request

armed with a torch and camcorders nearby

being more sensitive than the eye!

 

Digital recorders hoping to pick up unseen voices

almost afraid to cough or breath

this did not seem like all those television shows

with knocks and bangs and orbs

acting intelligently a manifesting spirit we are told

at this moment on this was not sold!

 

Yet it was exciting to be really there not watching

willing for something to happen

apart from the odd noise that was probably natural

everything  to him was normal

the lead investigator said he saw a shape on the wall

to him looked sharp and tall!

 

But for the new investigator nothing was to be seen

told a spirit was  next to him

and a shadowy figure was close behind following

he neither felt nor saw anything

the odd chill ran up his spine probably just dread

he might be amongst the dead!

 

The  investigation eventually came to a conclusion

around three in the morning

the group not believe in having all night sessions

as imagination through being tired

could contaminate evidence that had been found

this seemed logically sound!

 

It was only the beginning for the enthusiastic cub

and he hoped many chances

would occur when he might  meet those passed

after all this was why he joined

leaving certainly could not wait for the next event

positive in his future intent!

 

He knew this was only the beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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