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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Warehouse!

The warehouse was inconspicuous on the trading estate

at the edge of the town border

no signs to indicate ownership or what its function

a high new fence encased it

no visible security cameras could either of them see

which seemed weird had to agree!

 

Usually loved to explore dank abandoned buildings

but this had an aura about it

certain it hid secrets from any unsuspecting gaze

against their policy of caution

both found themselves walking around the border

with night vision camcorder!

 

Dim lights could be seen through covered windows

made their adrenaline surge

on a soft piece of ground were able to squeeze under

onto crumbling concrete

filled with stale and foul-smelling water they cursed

in their adventure were immersed!

 

Moved they thought covertly to the warehouse side

door that on inspection was open

unnerved thinking had somebody entered already

pulling it open quickly went in

faint footsteps could clearly be heard very close by

both scared could not lie!

 

With the low light emitted inside could see the interior

nothing was there just empty

but a vibration felt right under their feet and a hum

made their ears begin to ache

voices now heard getting close in one corner found

a rusting bench tried not to make a sound!

 

As figures came into view spoke a strange language

in the centre of the vast warehouse

a shape appeared to be slowly becoming illuminated

as time passed were becoming agitated!

 

As the object was getting more defined were shaken

it was what could be described as a craft

a large metallic disc materialised while they gazed

and they were not fellow humans

but five tall fearsome lizard like creatures assembled

the craft was hovering both trembled!

 

Unable to contain emotions one moved his foot slightly

knocking a piece of metal that rolled

alerting the group who instantly headed their way

unable to escape the creatures were fast

towards the spacecraft were both quickly dragged

their will power and energy sagged!

 

An entrance opened in its side and steps slid down

they were hauled into the interior

it closed the craft vanished in a shimmering haze

two teenage girls ran to the spot

speechless had recorded this unbelievable event

sorry this abduction could not prevent!

 

Fearing for their own safety made a brisk departure

knowing these aliens would come back

had monitored this site remotely but their first visit

realising the dangers here within

could only hope these lads would hopefully return

for now their own lives their only concern!

 

With stealth left to review the terrifying footage shot

holding on trying not to lose the plot!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Winter Snow!

High in the mountains lay a small logging town

that during the summer months

crews were active cutting down the old tall trees

then quickly transporting them

either by river or trucks off the mountainside

working hard for profit and pride!

 

This was until winter snow set in and cut it off

from the rest of the country

as rivers froze and all roads were impassable

it became a small ghost town

the permanent residence of sixty-five souls

much easier for the sheriffs patrols!

 

A tough fifty-five year old widow father of three

two daughter’s lived in the city

the eldest was his deputy making a good team

at home in the desolate wilderness

knowing trouble could erupt any help distant

but fugitives would meet resistance!

 

Legends of the Sasquatch and ghosts haunting

this vast inhospitable wildness

never really bothered these officers of the law

until the first body was found

kneeling head bowed as if  they were praying

terror on their face displaying!

 

Over several weeks more bodies were discovered

exactly the same in different areas

very perplexing there were no  physical marks

on any of the eight bodies

none were local all were male of varying  ages

decomposition at different stages!

 

Out of their depth called on detectives from the city

who were also baffled at this case

no clues nor tracks were anywhere close at hand

the only course of action watch

risky as there was no indication of what it could be

in the snow and each pine tree!

 

The autopsies showed they died from heart attacks

these fit young males scared to death

the conclusion of the coroner nothing else was found

help could only be flown there

as an atmosphere of uncertainty and panic spread

why so many strangers found dead?

 

The sheriff and his trusty deputy and six city cops

made their way into the mountains

uncertain where to position the limited numbers

to seek out what they knew not

the temperature dropped the snow began to fall

their enthusiasm began to stall!

 

Being police officers expected a rational solution

even with the lack of evidence

gathered in the area where  corpses discovered

from there in pairs spread out

for the nights vigil hoping it could be resolved

and causes of deaths solved!

 

With cloudy skies and increasing heavy snowfall

wishing they were in a warm place

hoping the riddle could finally be settled tonight

through the bad weather and foliage

a blue pulsating haze formed coming their way

to their rapidly increasing dismay!

 

Within this mesmerizing haze there seemed to be

a grotesque beast metamorphosing

before their vision the deputy turned her gaze

contacting the others not to stare

static was all that came through no human voices

what now thinking her choices?

 

A groan from close by had her running she knew

it was her dad he was alive

awful ear-splitting sounds came made her feel sick

reaching the crumpled figure

kneeling grabbing him with all the will power

she could muster as it had gone sour!

 

Stumbling and falling in the deepening soft snow

exhausted reached the jeep

the phenomena no longer was anywhere in sight

soon heading back to their office

to report what had occurred soon reaching base

knowing this was a classified case

 

Once back in the warm and familiar surroundings

felt better but deeply shaken

after contacting the police headquarters waited

for the reinforcements to come

they knew the military were alerted to investigate

there was little time to contemplate!

 

What was this frightening and unknown apparition

this would be their dominating mission!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Flight!

From small operations flying has become huge

an ever-increasing market millions want to fly

escape to destinations around this small earth

planes forever clog our crowded polluted skies

a once empty void is now getting very crowded

as countless planes land and take off in convoy

fields disappear for more and longer runways

covered in concrete beneath the early haze!

 

Flights carrying hundreds more eager travellers

long and short-haul souring at varying levels

airports take up land for car parks spreading out

not contented with our crowded roads anymore

cheaper and easier to fly than go by road or rail

whatever mode of transport prices are too high

only the rich eventually able to enjoy any travel

our society’s structure could to easily unravel!

 

But it is written flying could be much different

secret craft have been developed for flight

no need for flammable aviation fuel to ignite

but use a free constant safe energy supply

taking off vertically no need for the runways

unanswered question this surely must raise!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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