Slogans!

Before entering were confronted with slogans

large sprawled letters still dripping

seemed like blood on the vandalized entrance

put on their guard the trio

had no idea what to expect within structure

graffiti was on every wall

even on doors and the rubble strewn floor

a pentagram added to the decor!

 

Urban explorers found the isolated mansion

recently told about its existence

without any facts only vague information

started to investigate the rooms

full of bravado unaware of the dangers here

it was dark within a foul odor

hung heavily in the stale air they inhaled

as up the rickety stairs scaled!

 

Flooring unstable dust made them cough

cracking sounds was it natural

or did something wait in the shadows

whispering came from a room

nobody was within a ceiling fan rotated

yet there was no electricity on

after they nearly fell through the ceiling

upstairs was no longer appealing!

 

In the basement to blood was spattered

they had a bad feeling here

symbols on the walls and a cracked mirror

a ghastly face for a second

was seen glaring back at them panicking

made their desperate exit

falling onto the overgrown grassy pathway

their humility on display!

 

Sweating but shivering with cold and fear

feeling they were being observed

every sound made them more paranoid

in all their travels never before

sensed such dread wanting to get away

yet as they stumbled confused

recounting that image in the mirror seen

was terrifying and obscene!

 

They were found delirious on the roadside

none able to communicate

as the truth of their experience did hide

with morbid curiosity knew

they had to return as it had petrified them

life was about thrill seeking

often travelling all over the world to explore

an online audience wanting more!

 

On a camera that image was safely stored!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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The Road!

Road surface was breaking up poor maintenance

along the verges much debris

where there had been many road traffic accidents

as cars passed at high-speed

with no thought of the danger that lurked ahead

where there had been many dead!

 

Sure they were protected in their metal boxes

immune from dying or injury

surrounded by safety features they charge

everything outside was unreal

the electronics efficiently executed control

but onboard computers with no soul!

 

As the surface crumbled tyres compensated

trying hard yet failing to grip

potholes evermore forming as roads failed

councils bleating they had no money

yet motorists paying large sums in fuel duty

and taxes bringing in lots of booty!

 

This is then diverted into many other projects

policing has today rapidly declined

as cars often chosen as modes of transport

increasingly used as weapons

for some they are their prefered killing machine

this disregard for life obscene!

 

Without a license insurance and any conscience

drive after drinking and drug taking

teenager racers to charge at high-speed for fun

thinking they are invincible to dying

too often in tragic circumstances lives are lost

futures hopes and dreams tossed!

 

Many drive reflecting on their attitude to life!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Where Do I Go?

Where do I go from here a question

that maybe we all ponder.

The cost of living rises before us

how can most of us pay?

With what we earn becoming less

if wealth we don’t possess!

 

What if you’re not entitled to benefits

yet the bills still arrive!

The authorities and finance companies

often don’t care!

No concern if you actually can’t pay

debts wont go away!

 

Bombarded by how much many do earn

to you seems obscene.

You’d be happy for life when you see

what they earn in a week.

Boasting and bragging about the money

something that’s not funny!

 

Turmoil in your own mind how to pay

worry effects your health.

Wishing hard you could win the lottery

paying out on hope.

For most a dream that never comes true

as another bill becomes due!

 

Maybe life is a game of luck and chance

taking the right road.

Choices you made or forced upon you

the blame on yourself.

It’s sad if death is your only release

the only way of peace!

 

Where do I go from here surely I’m not alone

the seeds of greed have long been sown!

 

he Foureyed Poet.

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