Petrified!

He awoke gasping for a breath of air

petrified at his dream

in the darkness suddenly felt panic

flicking on the light

calmed down but stayed perturbed

being very disturbed!

 

What had he dreamt of still unclear

why this growing panic

got up his chest tight was freezing

silly unable to understand

it was a nightmare it had gone now

to his own doubt would not bow!

 

Had a coffee to reflect and chill

even on the kitchen stool

had the urge to escape and run

but he was on his own here

in the top floor luxury apartment

his mind about to fragment!

 

In the dim light and rare silence

heard a noise close by

not feasible just himself was here

remembered the image

that had made him wake in dismay

she stood in the doorway!

 

He turned had it been a premonition

that same cold dead stare

a long bloody nightgown knife gripped

before he could make a gasp

his eyes saw the blade thrust down

in his own blood would drown!

 

This was the third time they were called

it was becoming a regular visit

each time a young male was found dead

yet no marks on the bodies

on autopsy heart attacks the conclusion

which caused confusion!

 

No history was given to the new tenant

as he happily moved in

very content at the very reasonable rent

would he to die within?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Empty!

An empty room of an innocent design

is this a true vision

joined molecules making the illusion

of reality in our minds

the existence we live is but a dream

just a download stream!

 

What else could be in that same place

another dimension coexisting

that vibrates at a different frequency

maybe spirits haunt time

those who have passed yet earth-bound

their peace still to be found!

 

How often have you heard noises or flow

as if you are not alone

whispering voices like there is a presence

moments of panic inside

as if you’re being watched a cold shiver

standing there you quiver!

 

Overcome by a growing sensation of dread

that in the dark an entity

lurks ready to pounce or your soul possess

turning all the lights on

hiding under that warm protective duvet

maybe for the first time you pray!

 

But a thought maybe it’s not an evil ghoul

could your guardian angel

be near to protect your soul keep you safe

on your own personal turf

in that emptiness you want to reach out

shivering your actuality in doubt!

 

Each of us must have those personal moments

alone that maybe you could

reach out and touch an unseen waiting hand

sometimes a comforting feeling

but nobody is certain of what fills that space

our very being to embrace!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Tightrope!

He was certain that this was the correct tree

said it had been so long

his hair had gone face was wrinkled with age

the handcuffs were tight

but the pain gave him the strength to cope

as he faced the tightrope!

 

Felt no emotion laughed inwardly to himself

the judge had called him a insane

that made him well up with pride deep inside

never could relate to other people

a form of pleasure taking their breath away

annoyed he was here today!

 

Had stayed years in a secure mental hospital

content living his perfect dream

wanting for nothing as his victims forgotten

until the doctors said he was sane

the detectives allowed to interview him again

trying to get inside his warped brain!

 

Transferred to a new prison for violent criminals

but it was not his choice of home

able to be pursued to admit what he had done

this was a game he would not play

for he had done nothing wrong was the only reply

that he was a mass murderer did deny!

 

But they persisted coming up with photographs

of his alleged countless victims

one had a familiar face that unsettled his mind

which they spotted the reaction

with more questioning made him at last admit

a connection had to submit!

 

So here he stood before this large sycamore tree

informing them a victim laid below

but it was not true just wanted to get outside

determined he wanted to die

they would never know the secrets of his evil

lifetime mission had to fulfil!

 

Within this depraved being that everybody feared

armed guards accompanied him

as the authorities hoped there was a conclusion

for a family waiting so long

but without any warning he turned aggressive

that went beyond excessive!

 

Taking by surprise held a guard with cuffed hands

crushing the delicate throat

no pleading would make him ever release the grip

with desperate measures was shot

his plan had now been fulfilled silenced forever

the truth to be told never!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

College!

The teenager was excited that Monday

heading to her choice of university

tears kisses and hugs from parents

she was of a nerd disposition

thrilled with a thirst for knowledge

history of the occult at college!

 

Her one desire being a parapsychologist

always had an interest in ghosts

ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom

told mum she said it was a dream

definitely knew it was real being awake

could still feel the headache!

 

Saw it many times after all over the house

always made her head throb

yet never felt threatened just very sad

was about twelve at the time

from then on heard voices in her mind

the future had been defined!

 

Kept all this from the family and friends

none of them could understand

glad at last to get away from that house

now nineteen had to find direction

compelled to this historic seat of learning

entering her stomach was churning!

 

Could not admit she had psychic abilities

early afternoon seemed quiet

surely should be busy on registration day

there was a buzz with crowds

voices bombarded her brain hard to breath

it kept repeating Macbeth!

 

Reeling then heard movement behind her

a young woman in long robe

silently came over with a chilling smile

hi Sara my names Beth

you have been eagerly expected here

everything will be made clear!

 

By eye contact she was guided into a room

without hesitation followed

as though it was natural to walk behind

this creepy young stranger

two huge doors seemed to open unaided

with singing was serenaded!

 

Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy

hooded figures could be seen

that awareness flooded her profound mind

knew she was out of her depth

as the black-robed figures now surrounded

her petite body terror unbounded!

 

Now hands were pushing her towards what

soon became clear was an altar

the female slowly with precision turned

you have been chosen to join

our ancient secret coven by careful selection

here under our protection!

 

As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed

into a dark long red robe

on the altar lay what looked like a teenager

draped in a white gown

found herself standing with a knife in hand

none of this she planned!

 

Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged

the knife above raised high

had no control as it plunged she screamed

all went dark then awoke

was now alone outside of this gothic facade

her thoughts no longer strayed!

 

 

Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced

fearful for the ordeal braced!

 

Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Never!

As he lay mortally wounded he reflected

on his life and love

the love that never did come his way

feelings of despair

knowing maybe she did exist somewhere

their lives never to share!

Many thoughts flashed by in split seconds

sadness became magnified

a longing in his life that was never shared

she would never know him

nor could he know her but in a dream

how cruel his fate did seem!

With that memory quietly slipped away

never in life to reach that day!

The Foureyed Poet.

Route!

As usual he put in the first business postcode

before heading off for the day

into his firms car built-in satellite navigation

just the normal routine

nothing seemed wrong on that early morning

what happened no warning!

 

A good weekend with the family those memories

in his mind still lingered

from the office headed onto the motorway north

to his clients busy factory

he was an insurance agent all claims had to assess

check the damage and mess!

 

Lot of travelling away from home but his own boss

not knowing the route

had to rely on a route finder always got him there

onto dual carriageways

the voice female and posh accent somehow soothing

like a friend he was approving!

 

For a moment the voice stopped maybe a poor signal

map still showed the direction

it was not for long yet when it spoke again it was deep

and a male voice strange

wanting to get to his destination thinking just a glitch

no time for any hitch!

 

Map was still showing the same direction as before

keeping eyes on the road

as the deep tone proceeded with the directions

now decided to stop

at the next service area along his present way

but no exits signs on display!

 

Eventually it narrowed to a single track he slowed

and the voice said exit

in two hundred yards turn left lost had to obey

soon coming to a village

the car came near to a church stop he was told

the place was neglected and old!

 

Stopping looking at the drab buildings and gardens

it began to seem familiar

certainly not where he had hoped to be by now

the friendly voice had returned

make a u-turn as soon as possible then next right

to hear that was a delight!

 

Almost afraid to get out plucked up the courage

yes this was where he was born

but why had he been brought back to his home

nobody was left of his family

they were all laid to rest in the church cemetery

this vivid in his memory!

 

The church door opened and his mum was there

welcome home my son

as she spoke his dad was by her side smiling

it became much brighter

so pleased to see them yet what did it mean

began feeling so serene!

 

Then heard frantic voices calling out his name

flashing lights and discomfort

opening his eyes a mask over his face dizzy

he is awake a voice shouted

unable to move was lifted into the ambulance

then blackness and silence!

 

Please Jim wake up you’re having a nightmare

too much to drink again

you will be late the traffic will be busy by now

rudely made to get up

soon sat in his car on an early Monday morning

into his mind the dream came roaring!

 

Decided after that he would take the day off!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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The Department Store!

On patrol in the large empty department store

the security officer froze!

Troubled at the mannequins surrounding him

hearing a shuffling sound.

Assuming that an intruder had entered within

hairs stood up on his skin!

 

Struggling to Keep calm carried on with task

but his discomfort grew.

Darkness began to close in on the lower floor

even his torch did not help.

Heading with nervous tension to the service lift

there had been a display shift!

 

It was disturbing to see his exit had been blocked

having to divert to the stairs.

Calling for support from his colleague got no reply

only static on the two way radio.

Items began to fall he was isolated and full of fear

what was roaming about in here?

 

Reaching the office a sense of relief nobody was there

he observed the security screens,

Almost afraid to breathe glared with an intensity

at where he had just come from.

Saw the other guard being hit around his head

across a table his body was spread!

 

Instantly reacting headed back to assist his mate

tripping over the fallen items.

Charging the lone figure like an angry raging bull

into a lady’s shoe display.

Ready to grapple this violent mysterious intruder

his anger becoming cruder.

 

Turning the suddenly limp body with some force

found it a lifeless dummy!

Reeling threw it down went to the injured guard

but he was nowhere to be seen!

Determined to find a telephone heard a sound

finding himself on the ground.

 

Another mannequin was about to drop an object

on him as he lay stunned.

Lashing out trying to get out of any harms way

felt himself being shaken.

He woke ready to fight this frightening creation

determined to get his retaliation.

 

But it was the other guard with a nice big mug of tea

who had woken him from a doze.

Falling asleep before the shift had actually started

at least it had not been real.

Arriving on the lower ground of the department store

certain he had made each move before!

 

Was it a dream or a premonition of impending doom?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Peace A Dream?

Peace this is a distant dream

for children caught in wars

hearing a child’s petrified scream

they hide behind damaged doors.

Children don’t really know

why grown ups want to kill

some with little chance to grow

but have an iron will.

It can take only split seconds

for any life to end

As terror around beckons

they must learn to defend.

A child stared so intently

into his parents eyes

holding both their hands tightly

as mum quietly cries.

Outside in rubble filled streets

endless shooting goes on

infinite blood stained white sheets

how all this is  so wrong.

Car bombs explode buildings fall

the children grow up fast

or may die beneath a wall

more victims of the blast.

Too many families still mourn

and fear the coming light

when will families not be torn

thus peace be in their sight.

But always in the darkness

hope keeps up their reserve

that conflicts will become less

with young lives to preserve.

Peace is more than just a word

often it is their own dream

so let the voices be heard

listen to them laugh not scream!

So the horrors go on unabated

never ending death and despair

passed on that perpetual hatred

never to end until we all share!

Will we see that day or is peace a dream?

The Foureyed Poet.

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