The man sat quietly thinking
why was he here
all his life tried to do his best
willing to help the rest
divorced with kids but alone
with few friends true
had tried to mix and mingle
in his sixties unfulfilled
with only memories sat alone
muttering in a sad tone!
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He was certain something fell from above
a bright orange ball of fire
with a fiery tail streaked across above him
dropping at speed downwards
a silent motion picture there was no sound
in the distant desert came to ground!
Awe struck to him thought this was a sign
very odd for a true atheist
had he actually found a suppressed faith
in a god our alleged creator
something made him become tenacious
for somebody always gracious!
From then on the image within embedded
had to reach that distant place
became a pilgrimage of personal discovery
instinct drove him forward
heading into the desert without hesitation
to seek for an explanation!
His mind-set on just one mission that ball
of bright orange fire he saw
without care for his safety just charged on
with only his instinct as a guide
certain he knew where it had descended
no stopping until frenzied quest ended!
Adrenaline forced a fatigued body onward
but his mechanical beast failed
as dusk fell the temperature plummeted
yet he had to stumble on
his mind buzzed knew it was very close by
emotions erupted started to cry!
Coming to a steep dip in the desert landscape
fell to his knees as he saw it
a large craft below hovering above the sand
did not feel scared observing
that urge to approach was quickly curtailed
like a banshee he wailed!
As he heard vehicles approach from behind
armed men surrounded him
forcibly was thrown shackled into a van
the last image was that craft
what had drawn him here wanted to stay
but the military took him away!
Now was linked to this alien technology
or was reality closer to home
if he survived had to get to the bottom
of a mystery so deeply drawn to
taken underground to a research facility
reduced for the moment to docility!
But within him hidden memories stirred!
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How often we crave to go back in time
to change the mistakes we made
though the past is a distant mime
events that have long been played
easy to think of reshaping our blunders
that often tug at our stressful minds
forgetting those few moments of wonders
bad memories linger good hidden by blinds!
Yet I feel life is planned often causing pain
win or fail is this preordained to be
many aspects to learn reaching a higher plain
no possibility for us to go back and see
with such a turbulent and horrendous history
to survive reasonably unscathed a victory
trying to change what has gone a cosmic crime
mysteries must stay lost in the veil’s of time!
Life for us is short ticktock for nobody will it stop!
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Would never have taken the security post
had he known it was here
filling his vision the abandoned prison
dwarfed his six feet six frame
a history of brutality suicides executions
determined to fulfill his obligations
be rational inside the grim condemned wing
hoped the job no nasty surprises bring!
First shift was with a senior security officer
took him around the eery buildings
favored by paranormal groups to investigate
where its said the prisoners roamed
though long dead had departed life violently
their souls unable to rest or pass on
prison guards also within here had perished
their memory deeply cherished!
As he toured told of the long paranormal past
the gates now no longer locked
left open eerily quiet their footsteps echoed
on the dusty concrete floor
the power was turned off had to use torches
in a harsh and sparse interior
though in ghosts not sure whether to believe
soon different ideas would conceive!
The moment had arrived his first lone patrol
part of his work to keep away
anybody interfering with any investigations
mostly in the buildings alone
had that intense awareness of somebody near
tried but unable to shake it off
heard what may have been a banging cell door
and shouting voices but not sure!
This before the group had even arrived here
really dark and cold at any time
needed the money had to man up he thought
took a deep breath passing through
cells where he knew there had been a murder
could feel depression and fear
glad to be back in the security office satisfied
had confronted the dread deep inside!
As a child saw what he thought was a monster
inside his house while playing
just appeared from nowhere ran crying to mum
but nothing was found on searching
parents put it down to a young child’s imagination
not believing him was a life long frustration!
Through to his adulthood felt it had followed him
so here he was to face his demon
had told nobody not even his wife nor friends
as the months went by more confident
it was nothing and for all those years allowed
that memory to interfere with living
until that shift brought his reality to a conclusion
there was no longer confusion!
Fortunate that he had befriended a psychic medium
there for an event had gone with him
on his rounds and felt there was a violent entity
moving around as a blow hit him
she saw a blurry shape pass through him in a second
he staggered out followed by a loud grunt
she too was shaken and surprised at this experience
at this totally unexpected interference!
Now he was not alone at last somebody understood
after that trauma during his childhood
yet was it the same entity that had scared him so
this was the next step he now had to know!
TheFoureyedPoet.
They surrounded the bed where their mother lay
like vultures waiting for the victim to expire
gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded
within was at peace her life had been good
not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness
memories to be good not linger or depress!
Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort
not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent
was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed
a figure dressed in white glowed nearby
her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow
recall flowed like a slide show!
Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets
there for the children and grandchildren
her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold
peace filled that bedroom eyes closed
breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last
she was now part of history past!
Holding the man she had married and left far to soon
took one more gentle gaze at the family
then guided by the angel through that brilliant light
those present sensed she had passed on
praying over the empty body they loved so very dear
in unity they would forever be near!
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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.
There before me she sat all alone
on the station platform
nobody else was about to be seen
so pretty yet a sad stare
was distracted as the train neared
glancing back had disappeared!
A tightening of my stomach retching
such pain overcame me
distressing images in my mind’s eye
of an endless despair
on that empty platform standing alone
feelings never before known!
There was no train had been imagination
for a few seconds saw
below on the line the body of the woman
then she was gone
shaken became rational once again
so came a real train!
Leaving that place the memory has remained
lingering impressions stayed
was it the restless spirit of a suicide victim
caught in that fatal moment
forever etched on the fabric of the location
was my only explanation!
To this day the images still haunt me!
The Foureyed Poet.
Entering his garage found the car engine running
perturbed thought it very odd
must be an electrical fault what else could it be
yet held the key in his hand
there was more to this unusual event he pondered
as the bad memories stirred!
Only a few weeks ago had placed his wife in the car
tense as he had been questioned
so far his plans had worked well thought a suicide
she had a history of depression
plenty of pills plus the fumes yet guilt lingered on
hated her but knew it was wrong!
Was it just that a feeling of regret at the repulsive act
or was there more still felt her near
put aside any nagging doubts opened the garage door
reversed out had to meet his girlfriend
until his wife’s demise was known as his mistress
she would get rid of this stress!
Even driving to work became an increasing problem
never seemed to be alone
at his office computers kept shutting off objects missing
his chair moved and incessant calls
but nobody ever on the other end was getting paranoid
this odd conduct co-workers him did avoid!
But the day did come when he swore he saw his dead wife
smelling the perfume she always wore
just before the wheel violently turned and off the road
into a tree at speed the car swerved
an unfortunate accident the police report clearly read
now like his wife he to was dead!
The Foureyed Poet.
A lovely daughter full of life and hope
spending a day with her family
catching up as she now lived far away
visiting familiar and fond places
memories that could never be erased
so much joy was raised!
Strolling along the harbour and old pier
no thought of violence in mind
a link between father and precious child
without any warning a shot
is heard then his child sinks to the floor
his emotions soon to be raw!
A lone figure runs quickly from the scene
concerned only with escape
leaving a stunned father holding his sibling
fatally wounded cradled in his arms
asking for his help he was unable to give
for this atrocity hard to forgive!
In silence he stayed until medics arrived
sadly too late for any hope
within those seconds reality had changed
a precious life denied
real happiness taken by a culture of evil
her place nothing could fill!
Rest in peace another victim of a violence!
The Foureyed Poet.
That smile filled with a moment of relief
the journey long and arduous
from the horrors of war and occupation
tears gushed tension released
remembering the loss of their relations
now seeking new foundations!
Torn from the life they knew and loved
persecuted treated poorly
shattered lives forced to witness cruelty
and unspeakable acts
memories that would never be deleted
together never more defeated!
Both young and hopeful the couple gazed
from the ships upper deck
slowing as it entered the busy harbour
in their new homeland
gaunt and battle weary they embraced
as together the future faced!
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