How do we define a human beings life
that seems to click into place
is sweetness and bright without strife
others only nightmares do face
maybe earth for some a Heaven state
many Hell just misery and hate!
The rest live in a struggling neutral mode
juggling their burdens and heavy load
who are just able to live not thrive
hardships for billions who do not survive!
#ThefoureyedPoet.
Even approaching her electric car
that buzzing sound began
a powerful charge threw her back
bright specs of light darting
rapidly all around her visual field
to its power had to yield!
Stunned lay upon the dank tarmac
of the large car park
could not understand the cause
other shoppers helped
concerned at this unusual event
what was this torment?
Almost immediately it escalated
the electricity arced
connecting with lighting towers
plus cell like poles
that were closely situated nearby
birds fried flying by!
Patterns sparking above their heads
the charge crackled
smell of burning ozone as it ignited
as anything electrical
ceased to function and a grid created
a new power base activated!
From that day forth the vast population
filled with fear and damnation!
Surely this is only a nightmare scenario?
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Could hear a distant clock strike twelve midnight
it was now the new year of 2019
all around the explosions and colour of fireworks
she had drunk a lot but felt feisty
just slapped a friend who had become too familiar
it was an annual celebration
seeing in another year with all her school mates
reminiscing laughs and debates!
But this time a distinct uncomfortable atmosphere
had to get out of the noisy party
she found herself wondering dark country lanes
it was not frightening alone at first
until the fireworks had ended becoming so quiet
being a town dweller the countryside
was unfamiliar territory without a coat was cold
scared wanted somebody to hold!
She could hear strange noises and animals sounds
she guessed that was the explanation
had aimlessly wondered moving away from the party
unaware something nearby was stalking
the cold began to make her shiver clearing the mind
snow began to fall coming to a halt
turned to go back as a spider-like creature descended
from the trees feared her life had ended!
Instinct and adrenaline gave her strength and power
ran into a field visibility being near zero
tripping and scratching herself staying by the hedge
could sense it was following close by
how could it grow to such a huge size pondered
to scared dared not look behind
saw a light prayed it was where she had walked out
now filled with panic and doubt!
There was no sounds that had become so very loud
reached the garden wall climbed over
scraping both legs to escape the thing chasing her
in pain and bleeding got to the rear door
yes this was the place but now no drunken revelers
going inside the spider had caught up
Just managed to close it thought this thing contained
but a tentacle pierced her skull brain was drained!
Awoke shouting her boyfriend trying to calm her down
its alright C J another of those nightmares
never known you to have so many whats on your mind
settling down covered in sweat so real
shaking it off ignored his question but was concerned
having a cup of coffee got a text from a friend
inviting her to a New Years Eve party in the countryside
quickly accepting to her friend replied!
For a few moments shuddered thinking of that nightmare
just a coincidence no such thing as giant-spiders out there!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
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!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
It was not natural this deep redness of the sun
creating the appearance of a Mars surface
that made everything an alien landscape
streaks of white trails added to the image
none of those witnessing this daunting sight
could feel relaxed it was not natural light!
Within their throats a bitter gritty sensation
made them choke and gasp for breathable air
winged specters emerged adding to the terror
coming through portals in the unnatural clouds
thousands like a swarm of locusts now hung
waiting an order for an attack to be sprung!
It should have been dark as it was late autumn!
A substance on the ground began to blow hard
growing thicker large creatures broke out
people scattered falling as many were plucked
screaming taken up as winged beasts dropped
spewing flames burning the fleeing masses flesh
was it an invasion from hell this bloody mess?
He sat up shouting jumping out of bed at speed
just as his mum came running into his bedroom
not another nightmare son she stood by the door
yes shaking why do I keep having this dream
rattled said its the same one what does it mean
such a horrible things of which I have never seen!
Mum smiled maybe you are getting far to excited
about your part in the school play on Halloween
he was sixteen but still treated as a ten-year old
just helping back stage that’s not the problem
calmed down soon on his bike heading to school
on edge bad dreams never had them as a rule!
It was a full run through everybody was excited
the play was to take place after classes finished
as he headed to school noticed the sun was red
arriving the other kids laughed thought it cool
what he had seen was more than a nightmare
whatever was coming he too would share!
It went well a happy moment that could not last
as they left he knew what to expect as many ran
there was a shimmering red glow a rumble grew
devastated as in his dream the skies became alive
a scene that had almost scrambled his young mind
unknown forces upon the earth were now aligned!
Just wanted to get home his mum must be petrified
what he had feared was coming to pass before him
as the end of his nightmare would now be clarified
the rout intensified was this to be mankind’s destiny
a loud knock broke his concentration from writing
annoyed being disturbed his book getting exciting!
Dinner’s ready Dan better not be long or the dog will eat it!
TheFoureyedPoet.
From the top of those steep sloping green hills
they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel
in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land
uncorrupted by the destruction of progress
taking away the virginity of the landscape
where creatures safely interacted unharmed
by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain
the countryside balance they did not retain!
With no tall grotesque buildings to sully the view
nor chimneys from factories regularly
spewing more deadly toxins to choke our lungs
above air clear from human impregnation
from more suspected elements of depopulation
weather harsh but the seasons defined
there before pollution and technology encased
our lives and the nightmare future to face!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
There was the key he had lost some years ago
that fitted the rusting lock
belonging to the door at the top of narrow stairs
in his dead uncle’s house
that was told by him every visit never to go near
how inside wanted to peer!
Now in his thirties the warning clearly remembered
his aunt within still resided
had found the key in the uncle’s study desk draw
fear had never left him
took it home on a hook in his own kitchen placed
soon noticed it had been misplaced!
After searching for a while puzzled where it was
was distracted with other thoughts
now confronted with the keys re-appearance
renewed his long-lost fears
realising the time was here to face his own past
decided to open the door at last!
At his uncle’s house his aunt sat so frail and old
let her know he was there
then took his long dreaded steps to the door
the dust made him cough
spiders cobwebs made his blood pressure high
his childhood nightmare was nigh!
With his mind screaming to leave right away
turned the key pushed it open
an awful odour made him retch as he faltered
fumbled for a light switch
could not find one yet the wall seemed so wet
stood helpless with regret!
More use to the darkness the landing light shone
creating creepy odd shadows
he became aware of something near the window
that had been blacked out
metal bars screwed in front something slithered
sinking to the floor his strength withered!
And on top of him was a monstrous drooling freak
with a deep throaty voice spoke
welcome home brother aunty said you were coming
in the doorway she stood
glad you to have met at long last she closed the door
nothing was heard of him anymore!
His cries for help were never heard!
The Foureyed Poet
It was just an ordinary semi-detached house
in the poorer part of the borough
mum and her four children struggled to exist there
but the situation was to get worse
one day without warning a poltergeist came haunting
to the family would become daunting!
Bangs and voices seemed to affect the younger sister
tapping in walls and on doors
yet it was claimed nobody was about to create it
shuffling noises objects moving
built the terror for the family coming out the blue
soon a nightmare to live through!
As the weeks past the incidents become persistent
the story reached the editor
of a leading national paper who sent a reporter
and photographer to the scene
sceptical at these claims of ghostly phenomenon
rest for them all would be none!
While the photographer was present items flew
a small plastic brick hit him
above the right eye brow which bled marbles to
yet on developing nothing seen
the beginning was August nineteen seventy-seven
when the police called the girl eleven!
The mother reported furniture had been moved
during a search the police woman
said she was sure a chair had slid across the floor
after trying to recreate the incident
had to admit it was a mystery on what occurred
maybe something unnatural here stirred!
So the activity continued onward into another year
an investigator showed interest
he was a member of paranormal research society
drawn to the case as he had lost
a child the same age and name as the troubled girl
all his energy did hurl!
Soon a writer came too thinking here was a story
a truly lifelong skeptic
together spent much time keen to investigate
one with true intent and sympathy
the other first for the story but then interested
but their patience would be tested!
At times were certain the girls were the creators
moving and hiding objects
even making some of the sounds they were young
they saw the younger girl levitating
also witnessed by a school crossing lady and baker
it was a mind shaker!
In total disbelief saw it through a bedroom window
yet many thought it was a hoax
the game changer came when the girl then spoke
in a deep old mans voice
but even then many said it was herself creating it
but the facts did not fit!
The voice sounded as clear even after several hours
many recordings were made
eventually said its name was Bill and died in the house
told them he had passed
having a haemorrhage and going blind before he died
in a chair their shock could not hide!
Because soon after had a call from the son of this man
confirming it was all true
name where and how his death occurred was accurate
there was pressure applied
a decision made the girl needed a psychiatric assessment
nothing was wrong the final judgement!
Though thirty years ago opinions still widely divided
on the truth of this unique case
and is still a mystery that has never been resolved
all the children are still alive
though the activity by late seventy-eight had faded
still not completely ended all felt invaded!
An ongoing open question do ghosts and spirits exist
many paranormal minded thinkers persist
finding evidence even the sceptics find hard to scorn
opinions on fact or fiction greatly torn!
The Foureyed Poet.
As usual he put in the first business postcode
before heading off for the day
into his firms car built-in satellite navigation
just the normal routine
nothing seemed wrong on that early morning
what happened no warning!
A good weekend with the family those memories
in his mind still lingered
from the office headed onto the motorway north
to his clients busy factory
he was an insurance agent all claims had to assess
check the damage and mess!
Lot of travelling away from home but his own boss
not knowing the route
had to rely on a route finder always got him there
onto dual carriageways
the voice female and posh accent somehow soothing
like a friend he was approving!
For a moment the voice stopped maybe a poor signal
map still showed the direction
it was not for long yet when it spoke again it was deep
and a male voice strange
wanting to get to his destination thinking just a glitch
no time for any hitch!
Map was still showing the same direction as before
keeping eyes on the road
as the deep tone proceeded with the directions
now decided to stop
at the next service area along his present way
but no exits signs on display!
Eventually it narrowed to a single track he slowed
and the voice said exit
in two hundred yards turn left lost had to obey
soon coming to a village
the car came near to a church stop he was told
the place was neglected and old!
Stopping looking at the drab buildings and gardens
it began to seem familiar
certainly not where he had hoped to be by now
the friendly voice had returned
make a u-turn as soon as possible then next right
to hear that was a delight!
Almost afraid to get out plucked up the courage
yes this was where he was born
but why had he been brought back to his home
nobody was left of his family
they were all laid to rest in the church cemetery
this vivid in his memory!
The church door opened and his mum was there
welcome home my son
as she spoke his dad was by her side smiling
it became much brighter
so pleased to see them yet what did it mean
began feeling so serene!
Then heard frantic voices calling out his name
flashing lights and discomfort
opening his eyes a mask over his face dizzy
he is awake a voice shouted
unable to move was lifted into the ambulance
then blackness and silence!
Please Jim wake up you’re having a nightmare
too much to drink again
you will be late the traffic will be busy by now
rudely made to get up
soon sat in his car on an early Monday morning
into his mind the dream came roaring!
Decided after that he would take the day off!
The Foureyed Poet.
That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper
always made him shudder
the realistic depiction of the burning of witches
seemed to him so vivid
those flames flickering he actually felt the heat
glad when from there did retreat!
That day came when his beloved aunty passed
family he rarely ever saw
gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell
and after once more parted
a few weeks later he received an official letter
this did not make him feel better!
His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting
his body went from hot to cold
in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm
two days from the present
had that trapped no way out nagging emotion
what would happen had no notion!
A message had been sent with a time of arrival
growing the intensity of fear
at midday his breath was becoming laboured
as the door bell chimed
dread had built up within his heart and soul
just the thought taking its toll!
There before him was the large rapped parcel
taking and signing for his legacy
reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven
no intention of hanging on his wall
placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread
trying to hang onto his sanity thread!
The first night had a nightmare about witches
they were surrounding his bed
woke up crying out could not rest anymore
bangs came from the ceiling above
had to leave went for a walk never felt alone
the evil seed had been sown!
Reluctant to go back even to his own house
yet there was a compulsion
could no way resist headed a familiar path
entered for the last time
to the spot where the package was placed
took off the cover the canvas faced!
Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire
chanting voices overpowering
tried to retreat from this grotesque scene
knowing this was his fate
they came out into this world he the sacrifice
to enter our dimension their device!
The Foureyed Poet.
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