Amelia!

He was now thirty yet he remembered

as though it was yesterday

had been reluctant to come back here

the house in which he was born

even now he wanted to turn and run

with this house was not done!

 

Was three when my friend first arrived

an only child found it lonely

parents to busy to take notice of me

the nanny was very harsh

when Amelia came wanted be a friend

misery came to an end!

 

At first it was great days of laughter

running around the garden

climbing trees somebody to talk to

but after a while realized

nobody else could see her accept me

wondered who she could be?

 

The day nanny came into my bedroom

heard me chatting to Amelia

became irate unable to see anybody else

was quick to inform my parents

thinking I had a problem with my mind

wanted my mental state defined!

 

Would not believe that Amelia was real

as they could not see her

was sent to psychiatrists to be assessed

but nothing was found wrong

resigned themselves to leave me alone

for me no more reasons to moan!

 

It was decided to have me home schooled

so that was my education

arranged which pleased me being a loner

already had a good friend

on my twelfth birthday an accident occurred

though my memory was blurred!

 

Nanny to me had truly out stayed her welcome

just wanted her to leave

heard the awful scream ran to the staircase

she laid still head twisted

saw Amelia smiling at the top as my dad came

taken as an accident nobody to blame!

 

Maybe I was blase or to young to understand

but nothing was the same

my parents had never shown me any love

it was if they did not care

always out or away on a long business trip

in their world did not fit!

 

At sixteen did start to question why Amelia

did not seem to age at all

she always laughed and never did explain

it was then while in the garden

an attractive girl looked over the brick wall

emotionally for her did fall!

 

A young family had just moved in next door

soon we were talking together

having lived a sheltered life this was exciting

soon it was apparent Amelia

certainly was not happy would soon regret

that the girl next door had met!

 

Standing back from the now derelict house

could still visualize the arrest

being driven away proclaiming my innocence

as they had found Lizzie

outside on the patio she had been strangled

her beautiful body mangled!

 

Had gone to bed on my that’s all I could recall

with my past history they decided

maybe in a state of insanity must have killed

tried to tell them not by my hand

but my parents in their room they were found

strangled gagged and bound!

 

Thirty years on had been released on license

it was felt they had cured me

even now by my side Amelia stood smiling

we are together Andy forever

your one true friend I have waited for you

what she was had no clue!

 

Knew we were bound together until my end!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

Prophecies!

Its said that human minds are controlled

of course most this did not believe

just another conspiracy theory of nutters

so carried on their material lives

as the increasing violent weather patterns

destroyed isolated communities

few actually ask questions of our eradication

appalled but accepting the escalation!

 

As fires spread over dry lands lacking the rain

where water was once ample

torrential rain and floods in places normally dry

snow in climates usually hot

many more earthquakes of higher magnitudes

volcanoes dormant for centuries

erupting without anybody getting any warning

countless numbers in deep mourning!

 

Millions living their daily routine in the rat race

as society started falling apart

around them prophesies of doom just old stories

focusing on their increasing debts

as dates of the predicted end times came and went

threat of nuclear wars rose

it became a noise something for them to discount

even as the evidence did mount!

 

Until that day knew it was not tales of fiction penned

for us this really was the end!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Before Him!

Before him the road gave way leaving a deep hole

swerving just in time hit the verge

but as he thanked God for his mercy that day

saw the sky light up like a search light

getting out could feel the heat as objects fell

noise hurt his ears as it began to roar

like bombs exploded around where he cowered

fiery meteors from the heavens showered!

 

Not of mankind’s evil and psychotic mind or hands

but an unlimited wrath of the gods

where those who had perpetrated death and carnage

would face the same fate as the innocent

no escape for any living creature as the purge began

before him the earth and sky became one

as no longer could be seen familiar stars nor the sun

as this society’s time it seems was done!

 

Before him witnessed the end yet he knew the rebirth

would come upon the scorched ancient earth!

 

Am I but a story-teller of truth or just of fantasy?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Pyjamas Trend!

Maybe I am old-fashioned in my ways

but could not believe my eyes

entering a supermarket they were there

customers in pyjamas browsing

unperturbed in their out of place attire

their appearance could not admire!

 

Onesies multicoloured dressing gowns to

is it so hard to put on clothes

to wander around shops and superstores

this would not feel right for me at all

but appears to be an ever-increasing trend

that many do seem to defend!

 

If they do not want to put on proper clothing

ban them surely is the correct way

do we really have to share this ghastly display

what can we expect from them next

beds to be provided and lights turned down low

the staff silent and upon tip toe!

 

Clearly it is common sense that this laziness trend

should without doubt come to an end!

 

Or is it me being a grumpy miserable spoil sport?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Apartment!

No matter how many times he told them

somebody was in his apartment

the police searched and found nothing

in the end he was treated crazy

until neighbours reported a fracas there

finding his body dead on a chair!

 

There was the sign of disruption everywhere

items thrown around the room

the body was unmarked but looked scared

as if he had died of fright

eyes wide open the mouth to as if yelling

why for now no telling!

 

It was an old tenement building in the area

used by countless people

since it was constructed a century before

frequented by gangsters

inevitably a brothel of unseen degradation

for the girls a living damnation!

 

But in recent times converted as a residency

for the elderly of the city

there had been complaints from other tenants

but thought the first mortality

with no clues to what had happened within here

but unnatural was clear!

 

The rooms were cleared and then redecorated

ready for the next tenant

it was not until the lady who had just retired

had settled in she noticed

odd sounds like somebody tapping somewhere

saw someone sat in her armchair!

 

Unnerved by this enquired with her neighbours

told her about the deceased man

being open-minded she tried not let it linger

that was until later that night

waking to find a hunched figure sat on the bed

this really filled her with dread!

 

The buildings owners only wanted rent money

without any interest in problems

the stories of ghosts just a disgruntled tenant

until this corpse was found

played down the situation after all he was old

their total attitude cold!

 

The retired tenant a few days later pack a bag

walked out leaving everything

never said anything but was seen to leave

looking confused and frail

all her clothes and personal effects deserted

by something pressure exerted!

 

The strange occurrences spread to the corridors

even visitors were knocked down

and some were dragged by an unknown force

this was caught on a camera

that had been put there as a human detector

not to catch a ghostly spectre!

 

Residents stayed in their own space it continues

nobody talked about it much

the apartment had to be cleared once more

now no tenant stayed long

the noises screams and bangs eventually ignored

but the phenomena soured!

 

After a very violent occurrence action was taken

a paranormal group was contacted

it was well reported some fled in pure terror

one disappeared the other

for months had resided on a psychiatric unit

what was here so evil and illicit?

 

This has yet to be assessed as none would tell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Dog Walk!

It was a pleasant sunny and warm sunday

the couple were out walking

on a trail with their two labrador puppies

who were a long way ahead

chatting happily hand in hand without care

the day together did share!

 

Neither noticing the tree foliage thickening

or that nobody had passed

it was their weekends that they enjoyed

only just moving to the village

no knowledge of this part of the rural wood

in which they now stood!

 

If  they had spoken to any local in the village

maybe a different route

might have been chosen for this rest day walk

a beast that roamed here

visitors had been found badly mutilated within

was another killing about to begin?

 

Of course there was no warning neither knew

first hint of any trouble

the barking stopped and yelp’s of pain and fear

came from their pets ahead

then no noise could be heard only rustling trees

from calmness to unease!

 

A strong urge to run but not without their dogs

in turmoil heard a bark

together headed towards the faint pitiful sound

approaching saw blood and fur

there one of the pups stood over the remains

itself covered in blood stains!

 

Hesitant to go near being an unexpected scene

shaken by the gruesome sight

the pet snarled as if daring them to come closer

movement surrounding them

certain in the shadows something was observing

the terror increasingly disturbing!

 

Slowly backing away from the agitated puppy

thinking was it really a killer

a presence then showed itself coming into view

from behind a rotting tree stump

a huge black cat appeared fiery red eyes stared

and fanged teeth bared!

 

Claws in the ground did plough lunging forward

snatched the small dog

throwing it to one side the woman screamed

as it was flight or die

without thought through undergrowth crashed

on a rock her head bashed!

 

Her husband struggling to pick up her still body

as he blindly tripped on

then saw the trail once more felt the breath

of the beast on his heels

exhausted rapid heart beat clothes and skin

ripped just had to win!

 

In sight the edge of the tree line was visible

adrenaline drove him ever on

but exhaustion overtook him he collapsed

on the ground they lay

like discarded rag dolls sprawled in the dirt

broken and seriously hurt!

 

Eventually would be found yet another chapter

in the woods rural legend

but there was no clues found a major factor

for cause of injury a story without end!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Decision!

Out of breath he staggered to the edge

not realising the sheer drop

in turmoil uncertain of what to do next

he sensed the men were close

it was meant to be a short break away

sounds here he could not stay!

 

Nowhere to run made an instant decision

there was a river far below

so jumped that was how desperate he felt

better to die than be captured

time seemed to stop closed his eyes tight

hit water adding to the plight!

 

A fast flowing river pulled him underneath

choking trying to breathe

keeping his head above water stayed afloat

until the current eased

to the rocky bank weak managed to crawl

in a muddy pool did sprawl!

 

The rest was short he could hear the dogs

an awful emotion terror

he had only asked them being lost the way

from a friendly request

they suddenly tried to drag him from his car

drove away did not get far!

 

Their shotgun pellets smashed into the glass

then bursts the rear tyres

now out of control swerved into a nearby tree

instinct gave him flight

the adrenaline gave him the strength to run

but began to feel he was done!

 

Somehow managed to stand and slowly walk

realised the pain in his arm

this was what kept him going he was the prey

for some crazy hunters today

almost crawling up and over the crest of a hill

with all his being did he will!

 

Could see a road some distance down below

a steep slope the barrier

men and hounds were closing in a shot fired

if it was his end it had to be

forcing himself over he started to roll faster

of his destiny no longer master!

 

Agony had permeated his body to weak to cry

he lay broken in a ditch

through blurred vision saw a lorry approaching

no longer caring if he existed

losing consciousness never saw the vehicle stop

nor hunters observing from the top!

 

Several days later awoke in an intensive care ward

relived he was at last safe

until he saw one of the hunters sitting by the bed

dressed in a sheriffs uniform

his uninjured arm in a handcuff clipped to a side rail

had he reached the end of the trail!

 

Petrified at the situation what was happening to him?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Passing of Time!

The lonely sit in their own space

within a silent bubble

the passing of time is very slow

in a trance of thought

they ignore the voices all around

inner peace is found.

 

Moments arrive when being alone

weighs heavy on them

but realise it has been cultivated

and is a preference

as  they feel  exposed in a crowd

everything is too loud!

 

Basically shy putting on an act

selfish rather than rude

spend their lives existing alone

creative in a chosen art

not needing others to trespass

social events take a pass!

 

Some it is a way they like  living

others very  hard to bear

craving any company  to share

fear of  being all alone

unable to face an empty space

this they cannot embrace.

 

The few life becomes too hard

their only salvation

is to end a troubled existence

creating an awful blow

questions of guilt or surprise

remorse and tearful cries!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Waiting!

Though it was not that late on the station

the couple waiting for a train

began to notice it was extremely quiet

when they heard a thump

coming from the direction of an escalator

what was happening were unsure!

 

Watching it slowly rumble downwards empty

what appeared to be blood

covered each step they shuffled backwards

just as a train sped through

but did not stop their thoughts confused

suspiciously the vicinity perused!

 

What nightmare had befallen them both here

noticing a poster on a wall

warning travellers to be aware of mutant rats

as they read heard scratching

noises that were becoming louder and nearby

they had to escape or at least try!

 

Then a squealing that was a crescendo of babble

there must have been thousands

surged towards them their only escape the lines

hoping another train did not come

realising why it had not stopped were they too late

weary and in a growing panic state!

 

These creatures were huge and determined to attack

they knew their flesh each desired

still light so were able to see an exit in a rusty fence

squeezing through ripping their skin

their dripping blood leaving a much stronger scent

the rats their compulsion to vent!

 

Quickly blocking the hole with an old fridge freezer

soon realised it was no barrier

with the sheer numbers they soon crashed through

so their next move was to climb

up a rusting fire escape of a warehouse just ahead

out of  breath looked down with dread!

 

From the vantage point could view the numbers

making out the bloody carnage left

calling for help on a smart phone could only sit

saw flame throwers being used

the distinct sound of  rapidly increasing gun fire

in shock both now began to tire!

 

Eventually a harassed voice answered their call

uncertain when rescue would come

it could be a long time or never was the reply

for now glad death had spared them

yet from above heard scratching and scurrying

was the reaper their end hurrying?

 

The Foureyed Poet.