Mingled!

Crowds focused on the busy city streets

none hurrying along were aware

that ghosts mingled amidst the throng

centuries of lost souls lingered

the gifted saw shapes and shadows cast

not all from distant time past!

 

To those whose minds not fully occupied

may see a figure close by

a glance then are gone left to wonder

why they disappeared so fast

but not realizing they were the deceased

who were seeking to be released!

 

Few in a chaotic society have open minds

surrounded by microwaves

unaware of these countless roving souls

from past lives gathered together

who haunt buildings streets and alleyways

within the colour spectrum haze!

 

Maybe we are not so alone as many think

with our minds not being in sync!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Mountain!

The group of friends decided to explore

the mountain near where they lived

shear sides at its base a barren expanse

a narrow trail extended half way up

that terminated at holes in the rock face

intrigued had to search this place!

 

Ignoring all the warnings of the elders

who kept away from this rock

knew it was haunted by ancient beings

watched the group slowly ascend

fearlessly focused on their exploration

to seek an unknown abomination!

 

Half a day later arrived at the mountain

large boulders and bones lay strewn

at its base not a sight they wanted to see

a flowing river halted their progress

until a rotting tree trunk came into view

already tiring their impatience grew!

 

Together dragged the tree to make a bridge

thankfully it reached over the small gap

tiring decided to camp there for the night

though had little sleep sounds close by

kept them awake fearing it was a wild beast

upon their flesh wanting to feast!

 

As dawn broke set off up the twisty path

that crumbled at each slow step

anxiety began to emerge as the entrance

became within a few yards ahead

then their leader was able to peer inside

entering with a very cautious stride!

 

Switched on the torch upon his forehead

venturing into the black interior

taking his first look at the forbidden cave

the rest followed like lost sheep

they switched on their piercing headlights

making them feel like neophytes!

 

Where few dared to venture in centuries

here gathered a defying band

curiosity and adventure overriding fear

more bones scattered about

moving further in every sound amplified

thinking their presence justified!

 

A joint decision was made to go in deeper

the entrance was out of sight

ahead looked ominous but they went on

in single file as the passageways

became claustrophobic as they narrowed

their progress rapidly slowed!

 

Occasional scratching made them jumpy

but it began to increase

ten minutes later they came to a chamber

there the remains of bodies

were strewn and the smell of decay strong

was this a nest they walked in on?

 

Their lights picked out shapes which moved

quickly clinging to the walls

and above a sticky goo dropped on them

turning to exit their path blocked

by a large thin white creature with no eyes

with intent on them to brutalize!

 

Their screams were absorbed by the  rock

the elders stood knowing they were dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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