Arrived!

He arrived early at the remote film location

wooded with a grassy clearing

he could hear voices and laughter not alone

but upon searching was nothing

it was a freezing autumn morning but clear

as the chatter continued very near!

 

Faint outlines of people certain he had seen

darting in grass and through trees

as if a community was actually living here

or was it the rising mist and nature

just waking from the darkness of the night

and his imagination did alight!

 

So tired from getting little sleep to be here

as an extra on a television drama

unusually early crew were normally there

or at least the caterers on site

retreated back to his car felt very exposed

trying hard to stay composed!

 

Checking his watch realised it was only five

could not block out the sounds

light shone in the distance at last not alone

vehicles came and parked near

the large catering truck trundled into sight

much to the young mans delight!

 

Soon was far from alone and also learned

this was the set for a ghost story

based on an event that had happened here

a mass murder at the farmhouse

had he seen their spirits in the early dawn

into their spiritual realm drawn?

 

Throughout that day was always uneasy

but put it out of his mind

until somebody else said they had seen

a child in one of the rooms

another voices in the grounds and trees

an unpleasant smell on the breeze!

 

Filming is still going on with a growing disquiet!

 

#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.

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.

Microwave Masts!

Unnoticed they seem to rapidly appear

tall microwave masts

increasingly placed along busy roads

like metal beacons

upon the tops of buildings and flats

where you will never find bats!

 

It is said not all are for mobile signals

but can be used as weapons

that could destroy us the people below

surely this is just one more

conspiracy theory to scare the masses

but not the upper classes!

 

What is the truth behind these stories

that forever bombard us

becoming more frightening and bizarre

as we face the never ending

hardship and uncertain future times

and growing humanitarian crimes!

 

Before us much is hidden from sight

darkness blocking the light!

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Direct Vision!

Warm so peaceful few clouds in the sky

crickets creating the only sound

the moon shone you could feel the heat

relaxing upon a sun lounger

riveted by the number of stars in view

realized her husband was overdue!

 

Almost falling asleep the wine glass fell

made her jump and sit up

noticed a growing object in her vision

its shape forever changing

colours of varied degrees of illumination

a spectacular presentation!

 

First sighting a spectacle that was awesome

twisting turning coming to a halt

never before seen such a dazzling display

as more just came into sight

soon neighbours were gathered transfixed

opinions on objects mixed!

 

With a captive audience and intense stares

the object seemed to come nearer

its vast size visible but no audible noise

except from gasps of the crowd

then the craft silently accelerating ascended

into the heavens blended!

 

Authorities denied any knowledge of the sighting!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Painting!

That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper

always made him shudder

the realistic depiction of the burning of witches

seemed to him so vivid

those flames flickering he actually felt the heat

glad when from there did retreat!

 

That day came when his beloved aunty passed

family he rarely ever saw

gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell

and after once more parted

a few weeks later he received an official letter

this did not make him feel better!

 

His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting

his body went from hot to cold

in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm

two days from the present

had that trapped no way out nagging emotion

what would happen had no notion!

 

A message had been sent with a time of arrival

growing the intensity of fear

at midday his breath was becoming laboured

as the door bell chimed

dread had built up within his heart and soul

just the thought taking its toll!

 

There before him was the large rapped parcel

taking and signing for his legacy

reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven

no intention of hanging on his wall

placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread

trying to hang onto his sanity thread!

 

The first night had a nightmare about witches

they were surrounding his bed

woke up crying out could not rest anymore

bangs came from the ceiling above

had to leave went for a walk never felt alone

the evil seed had been sown!

 

Reluctant to go back even to his own house

yet there was a compulsion

could no way resist headed a familiar path

entered for the last time

to the spot where the package was placed

took off the cover the canvas faced!

 

Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire

chanting voices overpowering

tried to retreat from this grotesque scene

knowing this was his fate

they came out into this world he the sacrifice

to enter our dimension their device!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Tattoo!

She seemed a kind attractive young woman

joined his firm as a secretary

at first they just acknowledged each other

progressing to short chats

later he could not help flirting she was nice

but he would pay the price!

 

Had noticed the unusual tattoo on her arm

that was what caught his eye

the design looked similar to hieroglyphics

like Egyptian symbols he had seen

commenting on it one day she gave no reply

changing the subject wondered why!

 

After that their conversations were no more

but his interest was alerted

a gut feeling grew there was a hidden agenda

from the early attraction

her presence now began to fill him with unease

his curiosity had to appease!

 

Soon there were reports of bodies being found

shrivelled as if the life force drained

staff from his office block were not turning up

it was down in the basement

several were his friends long time co-workers

they were said to be murders!

 

Sensing this woman must have a connection

dare he think it possible

this young attractive female was the culprit

nobody would believe him

if this theory was put forward to the police

his search had to increase!

 

No expert in being inconspicuous he watched

trying not to be obvious

though easy to look at such a mesmerizing lady

he felt the pangs of fear

yet it began to feel there was a sexual desire

so strong started to perspire!

 

The more he tried to follow her movements

the magnetism grew stronger

suddenly from ignoring him she again smiled

his eyes hypnotised by the tattoo

that even from a distance seemed to come alive

his urges going into overdrive!

 

Had to go over and speak as though compelled

it was so strong the passion

she sat looking at him emotions hard to control

telling her she was beautiful

really embarrassed not normally so forth right

showing her thigh a thrilling sight!

 

Though awake was unable constrain his body

as now through a quiet office

found himself compelled to walk with her

aroused by the perfect image

and the incredibly intoxicating smell of scent

on having pleasure was bent!

 

Entering the lift was totally under her spell

but he had a strong will

the basement was reached she helped him

felt weak yet began to realise

as the pattern of events began to unfold

she started to become really old!

 

Guiding him rapidly to a furnished store-room

on entering came in for a kiss

but he had the strength to pull away and fell

she was on top of him now ugly

loose hanging skin grey hair and rotting teeth

trying kiss as he glared beneath!

 

Pushed this monster away saw a fire extinguisher

stood against a near wall

as she came into to hold his head just grabbed it

swung it at the shrivelling face

the once beautiful woman now reeled back

had it been a successful attack!

 

Making an awful shriek with outstretched arms

then dissolved into nothing

just gunge filled clothing left on the floor

struggling to regain his senses

got out determined to never return to here

walking away his mind more clear!

 

Completely certain it was a just an isolated case

but even as he planned

a new future far from this part of the country

a security guard had found

the mess and clothing on his routine walk round

never heard the faint sound!

 

In the corner a small statue started glowing

and a shape began growing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Red Eyes!

It was a quiet restaurant as they entered

for a pleasant meal

first chance since the birth of their son

like a celebration

a sense of achievement being parents

to them so immense.

 

A waiter guided them to a corner table

good being out

her mum happily agreeing to babysit

first grandchild

both noticed an elderly man staring

like red eyes glaring!

 

Trying to ignore his growing presence

but could not

an evening spoilt as his eyes watched

piercing our minds

staff seemed oblivious to him there

sitting in the chair!

 

Called over the waiter to settle their bill

enquired quietly

who was the elderly figure by the door

with burning glare

he only saw just an empty table and chair

nobody there  to stare!

 

Pressing to get even more information

he reluctantly said

long ago there was a funeral parlour here

answering no more

backed quickly away as they went to exit

there he did sit!

 

Out side the atmosphere was far better

yet he still stared

now laughing his face became distorted

then he evaporated

no more did he sit shrivelled and dark

leaving a memory stark!

 

What lay in  the history of this building

why only them

had witnessed such a freakish evil being

filled with revulsion

headed home to be with their newborn

their beliefs now torn!

 

Their lives forever filled with a growing terror!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Red Rose

In my garden the red rose has been growing

long before I arrived here

it has become like a beacon of hope glowing

that forever is showing

the will to survive whatever hardships faced

since in the earth placed!

 

When in bloom the deep red petals enthrall

my belief in life transcends

what a magnificent flower there firm and tall

the message of hope it sends

an ability to take anything and bounce back

a hardiness we often lack!

 

Through all weathers children pets and time

seeming to die and resurrect

withers bursting back into bloom so sublime

watching the phases connect

like an eye on civilisation there before me

humbly in awe I look at thee!

 

The Red Rose is there for everybody to see.

 

The Foureyed Poet.