Risk Of War!

They had been warned there was a risk of war
yet nobody believed it
each wrapped up in their own daily lives
engaged in the bickering
that desperate need to make more cash
not worried of radioactive ash!

Even though around them the signs clear
at the news shed false tears!

An imaginary tale that could not happen
material gain was their aim
use resources they did not want to see
damage to other living species
as unrest continued to grow were blinded
unaware and closed minded!

A false sense nothing was wrong in society
yet there was that building anxiety!

Everything viewed upon the large screens
it seemed a distant problem
but fake news now blending into a reality
people believed what they were told
those who were once financially sound
were now in their debt drowned!

Dark clouds were forming above their heads
as they slept in their beds!

Oblivious often to reality accepted the premise
a material existence with credit cards
live for today pay for the goods at a later date
as the society gradually crumbled
they were sure everything was turning out well
as more countries and cultures fell!

Holidays were just memories and fading photos
they still wore their once new clothes!

Contamination increased the coral reef destroyed
air pollution nobody could avoid
besides the continuous wars natures wrath grew
one government was in control
those aspirations of the many eventually lost
as the robots took over workers tossed!

Nice homes and flash cars rusted and decayed
humanities finality no longer delayed!

Even those who thought wealth would keep them safe
found with resource exhausted
a battered planet unable to sustain life anymore
their stored resources gone
those long term plans and god like superiority
also became part of the majority!

Is this just the ramblings of an elderly pessimist
who has become a disillusioned optimist?

Or a possibility of what maybe?

TheFoureyedPoet.

Explosion!

A huge explosion that knocked him down

forcibly hitting the marble wall

no warning given as the building shattered

around him deafened by the blast

vomiting and gasping from dust and smoke

began to think he would choke!

 

In the hotel lobby with friends and others

guests and staff happily talking

such a headache and pain in both his legs

was quickly able to stand

disorientated he almost fell on a body part

as the scene tried to depart!

 

Ears ringing blinded by his pouring blood

through thick pulverized concrete

saw a glimmer of light as more explosions

were occurring far above him

a fireman came helping him out into sunlight

quickly removing him from the site!

 

From a vantage point inside an ambulance

he watched the skyscraper

disintegrate before his aching sore eyes

ground shook dust engulfed

once busy roads hidden in a deathly smog

that their lungs did clog!

 

After he had witnessed this appalling carnage

he quickly lost consciousness

the enormity of this major event developed

as a shocked world watched

a mystery still remains as other buildings fell

on that day it felt they were in hell!

 

He never woke up one more victim added to the many!

 

Still today it is assumed terrorists this act did invoke!

 

Could This Really Have Happened?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Community!

They lived in a small rural community

each were related

growing their own food blissfully free

proud of their labour

pure delight in what they had achieved

in one another believed!

 

Established when the land was colonised

many had perished here

during a long battle to secure the district

lush and green so fertile

until one day unnoticed high in the sky

an unmarked plane did fly!

 

Trails that at first seemed like vapour

but never faded away

as chemicals were being sprayed out

that fell onto those below

absorbed by the rich cultivated soil

where the families did toil!

 

Also breathed into the lungs of the folk

penetrating their cells

undetectable they were contaminated

every living creature

succumbed to the chemicals deployed

the community soon destroyed!

 

Unable to explain why crops withered

they became seriously ill

over a few months the area deserted

those pioneers now history

why never knew thought an act of god

did not think it was odd!

 

That from the open skies chemicals fell

turning paradise into hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Lake!

Upon the lake the water swirled

as being drained away

on the shore two anglers stood

patiently casting lines

a huge ripple became a shower

making the men cower!

 

Knocked off their feet as it fell

cascading down like rain

the tranquil lake had erupted

startled they laid

for seconds both were dazed

with the event fazed!

 

Shaken got up and witnessed

a luminous procession

of  beings gliding over water

from a disk hovering

no sound a ghostly apparition

focused on a mission!

 

Or so it was how they described

leaving their gear

running away that chilly night

others reported it to

that baffling unexpected sight

emitting a spectral light!

 

Into the surrounding tree line

the images vanished

so did the craft had it returned

to a murky lake bed

or just a memory from history

was the nagging mystery!

 

Many brave or foolish searched

through following days

yet no evidence could be found

above or below the lake

raised radiation levels detected

the whole area infected!

 

Too many questions unanswered

without real proof

but this was only the beginning

of the phenomenon

as the investigations continued

for proof they pursued!

 

Unexplained phenomena emerged

on the area converged!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Well!

The happy family moved into the large house

on the edge of a lake

all were unaware until their teenage children

found a hidden overgrown well

first from a distance noticed the outline

at that time not able to define!

 

Behind tall weeds concealed was discovered

the relic emitting a sentient power

both felt it had to walk from the dire location

were afraid to tell their parents

of this startling undiscovered garden addition

that seemed in perfect condition!

 

For a while was forgotten as the house was fixed

to decorate and make theirs

being uninhabited for years before they found it

on a holiday the place a dream

with its supreme views and large lake location

space and liberation a great combination!

 

Nothing happened for some time life was good

they kept their distance

until the daughter saw lights darting about

flickering in a pattern

resisting the urge to go near just observed

yet her confidence unnerved!

 

Over the next few days the lights increased

as nobody else noticed them

began to feel it was only meant for her gaze

and a compulsion to explore

in her dressing gown on a bitterly cold night

went to peek like a ghost in white!

 

She was sleep walking in her mind could see

a girl waving so excitedly

a nice day she just wanted to meet and play

greeting as though friends

in reality nobody visible there she was alone

unprotected in a disaster zone!

 

The young girl’s face changed to sallow skin

dead eyes stared a victoria’s cry

the teenager awoke her soul fell into the well

her being sank into the dank water

gone now suppressed by the slimy green walls

nobody heard her Spiritual calls!

 

A different young woman went back inside

but to the family within

it was their beloved sister and daughter

the evil entity was reborn

new energy rejuvenating the decayed shell

the lid sealed the well!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Cliff Edge!

How could they end up on the cliff edge

she though it just another row

both moving apart surely a bad patch

until she mentioned her affair

only briefly while he worked abroad

her phone calls had ignored!

 

Met while young neither yet matured

but there was a special love

realising it may not save the marriage

could not change her actions

never expected to be up here pleading

as the marriage was receding!

 

Anguish had overtaken his whole being

drawing closer to oblivion

the cliff crumbling from beneath them

tried to hold him grip was lost

fell back onto the grass he disappeared

for a second the turmoil cleared!

 

Then reality hit her like a thunder bolt

the strain upon her a jolt

guilt tore her sanity completely apart

jumped with a broken heart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Location!

The location manager from the film company

had been tasked to find a property

and she did in a lonely part of the countryside

which fitted the requirements

uninhabited for years built-in its own grounds

no worry about modern day sounds!

 

Needed for the main set in a television movie

about a serial killers life

just another job finding what they needed

proud of her search skills

satisfied when she fulfilled her part of the plan

and the producer a happy man!

 

The day arrived for the crew to prepare the set

noticing how spacious and isolated

with the stark foreboding house in their sight

but with too much to prepare

got on with the lighting and dressing the set

a deadline for them had to be met!

 

Director and assistants were touring the building

even then while setting up

everybody was jittery and equipment was moved

or damaged inexplicably

experienced technicians were becoming bewildered

as a presence now stirred!

 

The large house was  to be the killers own home

where the murders occurred

it was ideal setting with the drab oppressive feel

what none of them had been told

in bizarre circumstances five people had died here

this fact was not made clear!

 

Actors were brought from make up for rehearsal

it started well until action call

the sound crackled and screaming was recorded

as the main lighting lamp exploded

showering them with hot glass creating a mess

and unbelievable stress!

 

It was only by luck everybody was only shaken

not a single person hurt

as they checked to see if it action had been caught

on the monitors in another room

by the two actors a woman came into the shot

now baffled at what they got!

 

She was certainly not seen by anyone at the time

the building was evacuated

security did a sweep to see if there were intruders

at the bottom of the stairs

heard a thud and cry as if somebody had tumbled

and at the feet were crumbled!

 

Nothing was there though a dark stain appeared

outside the director paced

urgently considering what was their next move

contacting the film’s producer

at that moment from an upper window they saw

a person each felt dread and awe!

 

This was short lived as the window smashed

and a figure hurtled to the ground

it was real one of the crew lay at their feet

assuming everyone was out

in the panic a full head count was not done

not realising a missing one!

 

The film crew had never felt so close before

there was nothing else to do

but cancel the shoot and get away from here

the county authorities called

in tears and shock retreated to the canteen tent

their colleague to lament!

 

From a far as they could be looked at the mansion

a cover now over the body

here for less than a day and filming now stopped

yet already in the director’s mind

this would make a great movie on another day

for now in his mind the idea must stay!

 

A year later the film of a serial killer was completed

becoming a financial success

but the director had himself written another script

researching the horror residence

intending to return it had to be made convincing

any misgivings dismissing!

 

He returned with a new crew and a paranormal team

this time the experience was far more extreme!

 

But that is another story to tell! Did it end well?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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