House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Turmoil!

A world in turmoil desperation endless war

forever on nuclear alert

where a continuously rising population

live on the edge of disaster

fed information the elite want us to hear

the truth never made clear!

 

Conflicts are perpetual few ever resolved

countless humans slaughtered

to keep the wealth for wars flowing in

no thought for the misery

or destruction of these nations generations

with endless peace delegations!

 

No limit on money spent for deadly weapons

yet to help the masses there is none

population outgrowing all natural resources

animal species no longer exist

their land needed for profitable items to grow

most extinct the rest on death row!

 

Constant threats of world nuclear annihilation

as yet the buttons not pressed

but so many nasty devices could do the job

maybe a pulse beam or microwaves

a complete computer shutdown or starvation

could equally bring our obliteration!

 

As we get through another day is our history

true or just a fabrication

conspiracy theories could well contain truth

proving we are manipulated

to believe material gain is the only objective

the elite view us in a dark perspective!

 

Enjoy these moments of freedom and joy

before our leaders all of us destroy!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Green Mist!

Moving like a predator between the cracks

a thick green mist penetrates the soil

nothing is sacred as it invades railway shacks

silently contaminating reservoirs water boil

what is this mysterious and dense thing

engulfing our lands without any resistance

gliding through churches making bells ring

weaving by grave stones on into the distance

filling streets and houses without warning

darkness makes it easier to creeps onward

a population slumbers long before morning

a malevolent mist creates a spooky sight

choking the polluted  breathable air

an unnoticed threat came into the night

in our atmosphere not with us to share

all our devises of detection have no affect

against this invisible creeping alien spore

the whole human race it intends to infect

starting to come up through the floor

while asleep this an undetected spawning

from within the planets deep heated core

like storms and quakes come without warning

how easy to destroy we are not safe any more

we do not respect the planets delicate fabric

if a superior race wanted earth for their own base

defences futile against natures might in most cases

what chance against an advanced alien  race

the green mist thickens now circling the surface

as creatures start to emerge humans to replace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.