Oblivious!

Oblivious he stared at the huge flat screen television

smart to in more ways than one

watching the films dramas news and variety shows

believing everything that was said

living his perfect life feeling secure in his own home

unaware that he was being spied upon

mobile phone calls monitored and all emails read

or grasp in this society had to delicately tread!

 

Not for him wanting to know more he was satisfied

thought little of the plastics or any pollution

or what was in the food water bottled and piped

just fantasy the possibility of robots

oblivious most communications relied on cyborgs

that civil liberties were eroded away

or he like the rest of humanity were being played

that by the few we had all been betrayed!

 

No not until his perfect world was suddenly destroyed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Regret!

Regret the only word he could think of at the time

hidden in the deep military bunker

risking his thoughts being read by the computers

doubting the technology advances

he had created to combat the android revolution

that was now part of our evolution!

 

Even as the inventor began to think it was crazy

to have created these robotics

but being under orders had to complete this task

finding the answer how to out smart

superior machines created by man’s God complex

their creation had upon all put a hex!

 

Down in the deep bunker in his sophisticated lab

knew this would not be safe for long

could hear the explosions rapidly becoming louder

secure computers would be hacked

his software had been tested on human subjects

classed by his masters as rejects!

 

Within the hour alarms rang out in the complex

security arrived said time to go

communication systems immediately shut down

running through escape tunnels

quickly made their way to a high-speed bullet train

their lives desperately trying to retain!

 

A split second later the whole base was disintegrated

the androids had not killed their mark

unable to eliminate him yet certain software erased

yet this too had also been rescued

so the war would intensify their superiority had ended

into unknown depths humanity descended!

 

The conflict between man and machine entered a new phase!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Unable!

Gazing at the throng of humanity

he sat unable to understand

tired of such a long turbulent life

the memories still clear

unable to comprehend that need

their desire to proceed!

 

To prolong their lives into centuries

he found after a hundred years

so hard to face always stayed young

as friends and family aged

his girlfriends withered by his side

leaving him when they died!

 

An enzyme within his DNA the reason

his life seemed to never end

had thought often of taking his own life

but felt it was the cowards way

resigned to wait for that allotted day

hoping it was not far away!

 

Got up and faded quietly into the crowds

to a lonely life in his home

prepared it maybe another century to live

with more memories to recall

friends to make and then say goodbye

now use to time passing him by!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

Savage Streets!

Cruelty and savagery explodes upon our streets

violence multiplies in every part of society

nobodies safe in the urban jungle or their homes

promises to cure the soaring carnage have failed

deaths go on the young rule many no go areas

where is law and order to protect the people

why is the taxpayers pockets continually drained

there is still much ground left bloodstained!

 

Emergency services being attacked on their call outs

hospital staff assaulted in the emergency rooms

trying to help all the thousands of drunken revellers

as those giving support are under increasing pressure

decision makers seem to live in a different dimension

as their statistics down play just what is happening

in the harsh concrete and tarmac wastelands no control

gangs and criminals power grows evil takes its toll!

 

Is this not happening everywhere in a violent society today

where the dark side on humanity doth now prey!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Stakeout!

The detective sat on an all night stake out

watching for a violent suspect

a twenty-six year veteran of the force

hardened to any type of crime

nothing he thought could test his sanity

or question even his humanity!

 

After midnight always a hard time for him

but a tip-off had been received

that a drug dealer was expected here

to visit a popular club

a dangerous man they’d wanted for a while

known to be ruthless and vile!

 

From a window of a flat over a take away

opposite the exclusive venue

the target boldly got out of a sports car

entering security let him in

nothing out of the ordinary that’s for sure

he spotted something more!

 

Two male figures seemed to just appear

sinister suited silhouettes

stood then turned going into the club

as if they hadn’t been seen

he could see them needed to know more

a mystery not to ignore!

 

Showing his badge was allowed go within

noisy hot and flashing lights

saw the mark and unidentified beings

distracted for a second

they’d gone got his team in at top speed

with a search to proceed!

 

The villain had gone and was never found

case was closed left pending

who were the figures he the only witness

where had they come from

nobody believed what was in his report

the truth had to be sought!

 

It would not be long before it occurred again

and the detective knew he was sane!

 

Now one man on a mission of exploration

to find the answer!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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