Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

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Soldiers!

Soldiers are sent by their countries to fight

to some terrible places both near and far

violent spots where their lives are in plight

the chance each could be in a state of mar

there ordered to keep their nations free

amongst the carnage cannot always be!

 

Millions have died away from home shores

whoever the foe too often not able to stop

what is their hidden agenda we do not know

more difficult to define part of a financial crop

as in the past battles were fought one to one

easy to tell bystanders from those with a gun!

 

Pressure’s mounting as casualties are returned

nobody is certain of the true figures out there

the general public are getting very concerned

strong support for our soldiers they are aware

according to the fake media reporting each day

our lads are not being treated with fair play!

 

So many young soldiers lost in unjust warfare

families bereaved not knowing the facts

the slaughter never seems to come to an end

as the conflicts in the world evermore trend!

 

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Text Message!

A text message was sent to his cell phone

warning him to go to an address

who had sent it nobody knew the number

this was for special business

as an undercover detective had to be wary

this assignment it was scary!

 

Taking precautions headed to the location

even though it could be a trap

had an informant who had not contacted

for a few months it was his style

the block of flats on a rough estate loomed

amongst shabby houses was marooned!

 

Parked amongst vandalised cars and trash

smelt that stench of cultivated weed

as he headed for the entrance to slum block

knew it was a gang base by the tags

another message made him miss a beat

started to sweat feeling the heat!

 

It read third floor num thirteen take stairs

security door was not locked

certain nobody was following sprinted

up those four flights of stairs

entered the small lobby spotting a man

this was where the nightmare began!

 

Saw the flash of a gun firing at his head

ducked it missed by a hairs width

charged head butting the thug his fist

completing his incapacitation

inside the flat other voices could be heard

the action soon became blurred!

 

Instinct took over as it seemed like an army

rushed out had to use his training

and wits to overcome overwhelming odds

glad he had his trusty police baton

it did the damage until he could grab a gun

entering hoped the fighting was done!

 

Saw it was his criminal informant sitting

bruised and battered in the kitchen

still with a cell phone clasped in his hand

before he could utter a word

they were heading for the ground floor

as more burst through a glass door!

 

Quickly reversed their exit to the balcony

found themselves looking down

four floors also s  burnt out van well placed

no time to think both jumped

to a hail of automatic fire as they collided

on metal somehow were safely guided!

 

Managed to get in his car his companion hit

just getting away but soon pursued

speeding through unfamiliar back streets

eventually able to contact back up

the assailants were beginning to draw near

down a familiar road was able to steer!

 

For the moment they had shaken pursuers

and drove onto headquarters

on his radio heard there was a gun battle

glad they had got clear of trouble

inside was able to know what had gone on

it was a sting that had gone wrong!

 

The informant had bypassed him this time

nearly paying with both their lives

but through the carnage a big drug haul

confiscated and gang caught

the adrenaline rush had still not subsided

but it had been an adventure decided!

 

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Disturbing!

This was a disturbing news alert

a car surrounded the man shot

with not a chance to surrender

to prove his innocence or guilt

killed upon an observation made

this happened on a busy highway

at least eight shots by police fired

his existence that day expired!

 

A witness reported a man had a gun

how easy is it to mistake an object

driving by at speed on a busy road

but was proof beforehand attained

to confirm if it had actually occurred

positive in a split second sighting

was this truly the right choice taken

if wrong decision a life forsaken!

 

Is it not a worry how at peril we are

in a society of such savagery and fear

how easy for mistakes to be made

decisions initiated without a reverse

enquiries are vague an internal affair

what we are told often makes no sense

the risk to life has become immense!

 

Should we really start to have major misgivings?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Attention!

The police cruiser slowly went passed

something had caught his eye

in the murky light saw a movement

now had drawn his attention

to a large abandoned furniture store

something was amiss for sure!

 

Had he seen it not rational to him

it came through a wall

the figure vanished from his sight

had to check the scene

at first there was just his reflection

nobody needed protection!

 

Decided to head back to the patrol car

then in the window noticed

another image was close by his side

yet upon glancing around

beside himself the area was totally clear

what was going on unclear!

 

He was a logical man but this rattled him

decided to patrol on foot

though had to be careful being on his own

turning into an alley

lead to the rear of the derelict premises

could this be his nemeses!

 

It was creepy though a sceptic had to admit

every noise made him jump

in the narrow alleyway there was no escape

suddenly confronted by a this shape

that  seemed to come through the brick wall

drawing his gun as he began to fall!

 

Hitting the ground hard he fired at the object

the bullet ricocheted off a metal sign

just missing his head then he met the ground

stunned called for back up

certain he had hit the intruder in the chest

for the first time was distressed!

 

In the dark now feeling vulnerable and alone

dizzy his face really in pain

sure somebody was close by staggered forward

as a colleague came to his aid

said he had pursued an intruder but got away

what else could he say?

 

A search was made but nothing was ever found

he learnt that others had reported

ghostly shadows had appeared from nowhere

but knew the policy of the force

dealing with facts certainly not the unknown

on this knew he was alone!

 

While on sick leave delved into the paranormal

his attitude changed to the possibility

of monsters and spirits they could really exist

he had to find out what he had seen

that night his being was filled with foreboding

that him something was goading!

 

This decision he would soon regret forever!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Eerie!

The Shabby building loomed into sight

on a quiet country cross roads

a low mist hung above the damp fields

it had a certain eerie charm

baffled how he had a feeling of brutality

how could this be in reality?

 

Dimly lit oddly no cars parked outside

guardedly stood fearfully

had decided to leave his car on a verge

really needed a rest

alone and tired instinct held him back

the nerve to enter did lack!

 

There seemed to be an invisible barrier

or was it his imagination

a compulsion drove him slowly forward

his body tingled for a second

now found himself entering into the inn

what would he find within?

 

From behind a distinct sound of animals

turned to see six horses

pulling a stagecoach that was coming in

laughter alerted him

loud raucous singing coming from one bar

the other quiet and empty bizarre!

 

Those from the stage-coach entered tired

so close he was not seen

it was like looking at a television screen

an invisible ghostly watcher

well dressed passengers wearily entering

round a fire centering!

 

They looked cold talking with each other

yet he felt a tension

a pretty woman talking to a young man

an older male looked angry

from his waistband drew a gun and fired

the man collapsed expired!

 

Unable to leave these images before him

watching women scream

and other passengers terrifying stares

there was confusion and rage

as the group of drunken men burst in

the savagery did begin!

 

Dragging the mature male roughly outside

with mob rule taking over

attempts by the coachman and the female

who had been involved

pushed to the ground as a rope handed

to the leader justice he demanded!

 

As he watched unable to do anything at all

saw it thrown over a tree

and the dangling end made into a noose

put around the hysterical man

the group pulled together his body lifted

then his vision drifted!

 

All went dark he suddenly awoke shaken

crumpled on the ground

it was so quiet sitting up with a headache

surveyed his surroundings

the old building was deserted and sealed

as if things inside concealed!

 

The land in front was overgrown and barren

he tried to run from there

confused at what had occurred so scared

back at his car could see

a glow emanating from inside as darkness

the countryside did caress!

 

Driving off in disbelief at this experience

never told a soul about it

years later tried to retrace that journey

but never found the place

was this a glimpse into a real past event

always remained his torment!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Compelled!

In disbelief he stared at the dead bodies

somehow was compelled

by a voice to kill these victims no choice

now in the hotel room

began to feel sick still holding the gun

realising what he had done!

 

The voice had gone quiet what was he to do

intended going to the police

inside his head it felt this would explode

shaking in a shocked state

at that second the voice softly to him spoke

no longer wanted to choke!

 

Told him to leave there was no need to grief

enemies to be eliminated

so  left the building with no more remorse

and went back to work

totally unaware of the killings he had done

in a waste bin put the gun!

 

A darkly dressed man retrieved the weapon

in another city far away

a well dressed woman walked into a diner

several men sat drinking

she looked around casually drew a hand gun

shot them walked out did not run!

 

Outside threw the gun into a large waste bin

and went to meet her friend

at once a street cleaner emptied the rubbish

another horror scene

both assassinations done by ordinary folk

who from a deep sleep had woke!

 

In another country the teenager got off a bike

into a small shop entered

where several people were just looking around

pulled up a scarf over his face

from a pocket took out a gun without hesitation

shot each one without confrontation!

 

Exactly the same pattern of events of the others

as if being told cycled off

but placing the weapon in a convenient bin nearby

this continued unabated

leaving police forces perplexed without evidence

as the crimes got more intense!

 

At this time the body count rises as more are compelled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Smiling Man!

Just before they came home from holiday

they asked another couple

on the sunny beach to take their picture

outside a derelict stone building

nobody else was there that glorious day

they could honestly say!

 

Close together for that one memorable shot

but on seeing the picture

another figure was standing right behind

clearly in the doorway

that was not there as they happily posed

was disturbingly exposed!

 

They had ventured into the gun emplacement

while inside it was very odd

but nothing else did they encounter within

the photo was taken soon after

the following day headed back to their home

a few days by the sea before Rome.

 

A good conversation topic the unknown man

everybody keen to see the photo

but soon the intrigue became their torment

it started simply with noises

faint taps objects falling and items shifted

tried to laugh it off but it persisted!

 

A few weeks on the holiday was a memory

a very bad one for them

the night the smiling man sat on their bed

in the early hours that jolt

the mattress was dipped half asleep turned

shocked realising he had returned!

 

By the time they had sat up nothing was there

it had suddenly become cold

scraping could be heard just above their heads

like something crawling in the loft

heading downstairs could not settle any more

terrified the cause were unsure!

 

Reaching the bottom instinct made them look up

as the bookshelf on the landing

came hurtling their way with tremendous force

just managing to jump to safety

having to admit it was not of a natural cause

in their thoughts made them pause!

 

Neither until now believed in the paranormal

this had now changed their minds

as each day  their situation became much worse

and no longer could feel secure

once more viewing the photo they were sure

it started on that sandy shore!

 

And the figure behind was who they had seen

now within their own home

urgently needing help searched the internet

hoping to find that solution

being drawn to a psychic research organisation

for some kind of explanation!

 

Even as that sense of hope rather than despair

made them feel closer together

a positive purpose amongst growing negativity

making that initial contact waited

for their first meeting to find the possible cause

in the disturbances there was no pause!

 

As the electrical power to their home was cut

and a deep voice from nowhere

shouted get out a shadow like presence forced

them towards a solid front door

that burst open and they stood on their lawn

in darkness waited forlorn!

 

Hugging each other hoping these people could help!

 

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.

 

 

Adrenaline Rush!

His work was hard and very dangerous to

yet the adrenaline rush was good.

No friends or family really had any idea

what his work actually entailed.

Some thought he worked for his government

trying to protect the innocent.

 

Never at home with his wife and young child

so the marriage eventually terminated.

What weighed heavy on his mind was his kid

feeling he’d let her down.

But the ex-wife found another soul mate

in that decision he had no debate.

 

Finding himself pushed out of his daughter’s life

this was so hard to take.

Until one summers day she was very keen

to go on a trip with a girlfriend.

Knowing the dangers was reluctant to say yes

but it caused much unhappiness.

 

Reluctantly he gave permission with a warning

she had to keep in contact.

This was agreed their plans now marked out

not until after his Jenny.

Had set off for the planned long summer break

what they were doing was all fake!

 

The girl she went with he found out was on drugs

alarm bells rang in his head!

Even his ex-wife had no idea or where she’d gone

then a very disturbing call.

Came from Jenny’s phone a scream then silence

his adrenaline rush intense!

 

With colleagues he knew from the secret service

was able to pinpoint the location.

To a hundred metre radius by tracking her cell

arranging to meet them there.

Deep in the countryside on a huge pasture field

any perpetrators fate was sealed!

 

Within an hour the group were assembled on site

as her dad the agent moved in!

To a caravan parked away from the main camp

screams were faintly heard.

A gun at the ready approaching with stealth

praying his child was in good health!

 

Several male voices were talking loudly from inside

looking in a window he saw.

His daughter tied up her friend sprawled on the bed

being assaulted by a bearded man!

Both girls distressed and screaming with fright

entering gave them no chance to fight!

 

Within seconds he had shot all three of the men

two dead one wounded.

Both girls bloody and bruised his team removed

like an undercover operation.

They all left without being heard or noticed

his precious child he kissed.

 

Returning her safely to a humbly grateful mother

their friendship had been healed.

Realising how he had saved their child from death

such dedication for her well-being.

This kept them in close contact after that event

now more time with Jenny he spent.

 

No bodies or caravan were ever found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.