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.

 

 

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

Streaks!

Streaks of white across the cloudless skyline

indicating a plane had crossed

visual signs of airliners zigzagging above

as the air traffic ever expands

risk of accidents and mishaps increases

night and day never ceases!

 

Dangers are low its said compared to roads

but planes are becoming bigger

far more passengers and freight carried

no money made on the ground

we take little notice of the man-made bird

until a tragedy has occurred!

 

In that intense eagerness for constant travel

and the need to boost revenue

raising the hazards to a more dangerous level

where lives seem dispensable

crammed in a flying tube problems unforeseen

reliant on crew and machine!

 

Each and every day we gamble with our lives

in our homes moving around

no guarantee of safety can ever be assured

but an expectancy of long life

dreaming of flying away to exotic destinations

with those tingling expectations!

 

Aboard jets that leave streaks across the skies!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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