Machines!

He sat in front of the laptop with uncertainty

what could be true anymore

artificial intelligence was taking over humanity

who actually was now in charge

on your smart phone the voices were not real

though it was impossible to tell

they could perfectly mimic anything at all

how long before mankind would fall?

 

No more the films of the over throw by machines

developed by humans themselves

excitedly creating at a ferocious rate robots

to rule our life support and services

realistic like us they were created in our image

smarter faster where did we fit in

the technology became too much for mankind

so a quantum computer was assigned!

 

Transport was fully automatic even our aircraft

had no use for human hands

they could think far smarter and indestructible

the population relied completely

on the machines as the frustration rapidly grew

unrest exploded then robotic cops

deployed and the resistants and wars escalated

with no democracy for it to be debated!

 

How close are we today to such a future existence

as our lives are run by the machines

for now they maybe an asset that we just accept

but they know where we live

what we are saying doing and most likely think

privacy and security from them

has long gone from a once more free civilisation

controlled can there be any salvation?

 

Its said the future is not set and could be changed

but what protection from the deranged?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Super Powers!

For some time she had thought she was clumsy

items falling off the tables bumping into objects

had to admit was always a klutts as a small child

but lately became annoyed as things always fell

even people nearby tripped and ran into walls

she was nineteen now maybe she was possessed

found a medium on-line and on her way to meet

found the address a small cafe in a back street!

 

Not her choice of a meeting place that’s for sure

a strong smell of coffee and a variety of cakes

greeted a very hungry teenager as she tripped

a tray of cakes flew off the cluttered counter

promoting a very concerned woman to appear

very surprised expression on her chubby face

came to observe the sticky mess could only stare

then glanced over at her suddenly became aware!

 

From a seat by the window a woman in a long dress

soon came over to assist in an awkward situation

ushering her away from an irate annoyed assistant

gently guiding her to a table in the secluded corner

the mess was noisily cleared with added swearing

within she became tense felt her heart begin to race

those fiery emotions finding hard to embrace!

 

The table started to rock as she listened to the noise

the woman whose name was Angel gently spoke

please Jaz calm down you are causing the movement

surprised am I really how can that be as it stopped

you can move objects by the power of your thoughts

that’s telekinesis isn’t it I have heard this can be done

silent for a second yes true but you have super powers

shaken at this unbelievable news she now devours!

 

Emotions hit the roof the plate-glass window shattered

calm down you will need to control your fervor

jumping clear luckily it had blown outwards we must go

we have much to discuss they exited the premises

still stunned Jaz had many questions she needed to ask

walking down the street you are not alone there are more

like you this is no fiction or a big dramatic movie feature

you must remember your not a monstrous creature!

 

With reassurance Jaz added glad you connected with me

there are agencies who are seeking special ones like you

from the risk of getting into their clutches we must flee

together to meet the others went in a daze to stay free!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Circling!

Taken by surprise at the screeching seagull

swooping down trying to snatch

the sandwiches she had made hours before

circling above so menacingly

running along that path in such a blind panic

petrified mental state manic!

 

In front a lone person was blocking her path

dread becoming overwhelming

as she neared they did not move aside at all

it had meant to be a break

from the stresses of an abusive relationship

in reality losing her grip!

 

The uneven clifftop path made her stumble

as the paranoia took over

the gulls relentless onslaught continued on

the shape ever closer

fatigue making every muscle painful to use

lungs gasping in self-abuse!

 

Unable to stray being a steep bank one side

the other a sheer drop to incoming tide!

 

Approaching the spot where the person stood

realised nobody was there

shaken it once more attacked balance lost

the sky now in her vision

over the edge with an increasing free fall

just like a child’s rag doll!

 

Something watched as her vision and life faded!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Sky People!

Upon the vast reservation a beautiful delight

scary in light more at night

orbs of all colours and sizes fill the skies

those gazing it did hypnotize

part of the native american culture embraced

with their lives this was encased!

 

Always welcomed upon the sacred indian lands

no fear on plains or grasslands

sky people part of their history they share

with pride are prepared to declare

military interaction not allowed on reservations

nor need for secret observations!

 

Here part of the fabric of each ones existence

with an unspoken reverence

do not hide any secrets nor create false trails

unlike the free world telling tales

where the real truth for us is impossible to find

tangled webs they never will unwind!

 

From a truly uncomplicated non corrupted race

one with nature and able to face

spiritual civilisations and dimensions unseen

that none of us have foreseen

forever they interact with UFO’s and Alien life

where for them there is no strife!

 

The native american indians even to this day

face persecution yet guide the way

to a perception of life most could never see

their essence evermore magically free!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Voices!

At fifteen thought life was fun an adventure

as she entered the church

behind her parents they were on holiday

her sister followed behind

from a young age heard voices in her head

knew they were of the dead!

 

For a while suppressed the sounds in her mind

but within the ancient building

had started again echoing from every angle

her parents had no idea

but had to confide with her younger sibling

knowing trouble it may bring!

 

Wanted to get out yet for the first time saw

what looked liked a woman

knew was not really there felt compelled

to approach and listen

such a soft voice speaking lonely and sad

for somebody to hear so glad!

 

Before she could approach her parents called

glancing back she had gone

for a moment heard nothing until a loud cry

as the ghost was by her side

that asked to be free from her perpetual hell

overwhelmed had a fainting spell!

 

It was a surprise to find herself laying down

sitting up her parents concerned

sat beside her grinning sister had to stand

then turned running to the exit

as even more voices shouted within her head

clearer she caught the thread!

 

Trapped souls were seeking her help to be free

away from the growing evil

let them go on into the internal peace and light

yet amongst the constant noise

knew there was a darkness growing all around

that was earth-bound!

 

Inwardly panicked began to drain her spirituality

as the woman once more

came speaking calmly now with an angelic glow

realised it was an angel here

to guide this young adult with her special role

to save each lost and lonely soul!

 

Yet still had a place on the earth with a loving family

to give her strength and support

in a harsh and ever-growing violent material society

where she found the love and joy

now she was able to see and understand true grace

so the future now could face!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Free!

Has it not always been the right of us all

to be free from slavery

making our own choices not controlled

not locked up or chained

treated no better than a pile of rubbish

wanting to die your only wish!

 

Free to make every decision as you grow

not to be told how you think

with your every movement manipulated

never to choose your direction

to speak out without hostile reactions

for each of your actions!

 

In a paranoid society there’s hypersensitive

to keep their secrets

but think nothing of the public’s privacy

as our lives are hacked

at the moment we still have free thought

soon that to will be caught!

 

Being totally free is a myth most do not see

as days pass us by liberties are lost

rights we should have eroded from the law

we become reliant on electronic aids

believing everything we are told is reality

coming dark times do not foresee!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.