Controlled!

Was she going insane nothing seemed to compute

life controlled by electronic voices

it woke her up at precisely six am every week day

also spoke to her like a human friend

held conversations as she got prepared for work

even the lights and air conditioning

taken care of by Ellen yes even had its own name

they were no longer used for any game!

 

Her car was self driving she would have no idea

how to operate a vehicle they ruled

mankind totally reliant on artificial intelligence

to organise and execute their lives

until she awoke late as the alarm did not sound

no voice to comfort or turn the lights on

so silent and cold just blank screens to observe

this moment her demeanor it did unnerve!

 

The shower was cold even the lift did not function

had to walk down fifteen flights of stairs

the car stood in the parking garage without power

flustered actually went out into the air

nothing moved people wandered about bewildered

nobody use to thinking for themselves

her cell phone was of no comfort to give directions

there were no electronic connections!

 

Far worse was to befall as the first passenger aircraft

dropped out of the sky into buildings

military craft started to enter the streets in force

how they were powered a mystery

crowds started to panic and fighting soon spread

but they were gunned down creating

a stampede of confused souls with nowhere to go

as martial law upon them they did bestow!

 

Like a watcher the young woman witnessed it happen!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Watching!

Just sitting watching the traffic flow

for a second everything became slow

thought must be tired after last night

recently had eyes tested were alright

did not notice anything more until

my girlfriend seemed not to stay still!

 

Assuring me she was static looking at me

could not understand why this did not see

then after that everything became so crazy

for me each day living started to be hazy

worried that maybe I was going mad

with these events it could only be bad!

 

It made me question the reality we live in

those nagging doubts of society did begin

are we part of an endless electronic game

from then on nothing ever seemed the same

what is the truth of this Earth we inhabit

with a sickening dread where do we all fit?

 

Is this growing trepidation only in my imagination?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

The Seven!

Each was strapped into seats on the space ship

unable to move they waited

classed as dangerous fugitives were on route

to a distant prison colony

on a barren and inhospitable minuscule moon

their journey would begin soon!

 

But Freedom fighters was their designated status

fighting against the evil federation

convicted and betrayed by a hidden informer

for now their oppressors had won

here heading for a certain pointless demise

they would be the winning prize!

 

But in truth was an option they could not allow

all that had been achieved lost

on board a soldier bribed  to create a diversion

once the craft left earth’s orbit

then on time the massive engines were ignited

their plan would soon be cited!

 

Feeling the surge it began to gradually accelerate

there was a bang it went dark

the emergency lighting came on but it had worked

for seconds power was lost

their restraints had released all prisoners were free

surprise was the only key!

 

One of the seven was a master thief and locksmith

able to beat any lock or code

soon weapons were distributed the fight was on

moving towards the life rafts

excellent progress was made with no resistance

how could they get this distance?

 

Realising the inside man must be dead or captured

hurried as a trap would be set

nearing their final goal could see the soldiers ahead

here the battle fiercely raged

a group of prisoners had come but they quickly fell

their plan was not going well!

 

But the risk had to be taken firing seven ran forward

apart from minor wounds survived

hearing more coming took the life rafts and ejected

into the dark emptiness of space

the armed ship fired large cannons but missed

the federation officers pissed!

 

Before very long the small pods ran out of fuel

and they started drifting

the plan to get on a prearranged mining ship

approaching it was destroyed

then from nowhere like a miracle it glided

their escape had been provided!

 

The immense alien ship moved towards them

like it was guided by gods hand

an airlock opened and they were now inside

coming to rest the group of seven

were somehow directed as doors just opened

in the control room did end!

 

Then a voice they understood began to speak

telling them the crew were dead

and it would take them where they wanted

this was a living electronic entity

the freedom fighters had a powerful alliance

now to the federation real defiance!

 

This the beginning of many battles and adventures

against The Federation!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

On Haunted Ground!

Civil wars must leave such terrible scars

upon a nations memories

what influence on future generations

embedded in their culture

from across the big pond does it exist

those ghosts that persist?

 

On haunted ground do their spirits roam

three hunters wanted to see

out onto the battlefields dared venture

over vast silent earth

respectful of those lives now long passed

and all remnants now masked!

 

Setting their feet upon these acres of green

to find out for themselves

if they could communicate with soldiers gone

delicately on graves to tread

wandering in darkness and the atmosphere

would they want to appear?

 

Electronic equipment at hand ready to be used

to capture any paranormal events

deep sadness now consumed their open minds

as sounds of gunfire was heard

cannons and muskets echoed across the fields

how many times had soldiers yield!

 

There was nobody else to cause those sounds

in that eerie chilling stillness

asking boldly on which side had  they fought

on the recorder a voice was caught

saying confederate in a voice rasping and low

who it was they could not know!

 

The dawn broke and the three were exhausted

leaving they were sure with proof

that in these old fields of many bloody battles

there unresting spirits existed

seeking that rest that had long been denied

but also a sense of pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.