Controlled!

Was she going insane nothing seemed to compute

life controlled by electronic voices

it woke her up at precisely six am every week day

also spoke to her like a human friend

held conversations as she got prepared for work

even the lights and air conditioning

taken care of by Ellen yes even had its own name

they were no longer used for any game!

 

Her car was self driving she would have no idea

how to operate a vehicle they ruled

mankind totally reliant on artificial intelligence

to organise and execute their lives

until she awoke late as the alarm did not sound

no voice to comfort or turn the lights on

so silent and cold just blank screens to observe

this moment her demeanor it did unnerve!

 

The shower was cold even the lift did not function

had to walk down fifteen flights of stairs

the car stood in the parking garage without power

flustered actually went out into the air

nothing moved people wandered about bewildered

nobody use to thinking for themselves

her cell phone was of no comfort to give directions

there were no electronic connections!

 

Far worse was to befall as the first passenger aircraft

dropped out of the sky into buildings

military craft started to enter the streets in force

how they were powered a mystery

crowds started to panic and fighting soon spread

but they were gunned down creating

a stampede of confused souls with nowhere to go

as martial law upon them they did bestow!

 

Like a watcher the young woman witnessed it happen!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Perfect!

The temperature was perfect as the sun set

two in love surrounded by many

an atmosphere of tranquillity in the circle

more gathered waiting for dawn

on this summer solstice the balance right

countless stars shinning bright.

 

Closeness of each other and like-minded folk

as the cherished hours passed

with the rotation of our earth we layed back

absorbing the vast galaxy

with magnificent views of those endless stars

imagining travelling to Mars!

 

Snuggled together mesmerised by the spectacle

as into view we did observe

two bright blinking lights in rhythmic unison

both following closely in line

each  silent overhead in their stable motion

on the crest of a spacious ocean!

 

What had we witnessed alien craft travelling by

that the authorities always deny?

 

The dawn came as the sun rose into a blue sky.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

My Thoughts!

Very attractive I thought as she sat

smart and well-groomed.

But a young lad sat by her as well

just had to observe.

An older man then joined them to

my interest now grew.

 

My thoughts were now in overdrive

what could the situation be?

They did get into the same posh car

maybe age unimportant.

He could be divorced or a widower

and in a relationship with her?

 

A friend lover or maybe the baby sitter

how I wanted to twitter.

 

Was I being to inquisitive in my thoughts?

 

The answer I shall never know!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Crowded Skies!

How often do we glance at the skies

either it’s cloudy.

Or a bright clear pastel blue image

sometimes odd things to.

Within our vision this is what we see

are we alien free?

 

Unseen objects flying we just can’t detect

only by infra-red light.

Not by the naked eye are they visible

where they’re from unknown!

One more of life’s mysteries to brood

on this world to intrude!

 

As we kill each other and nations divided

are the skies busy?

Not with our rising air traffic but space craft

from another distant star.

Maybe from a different dimension or time lines

we don’t recognise the signs?

 

On the internet there are many films shown

of craft flying around!

That our limited visual spectrum blocks out

observing you and me!

Is this phenomena real or simply a camera trick

surely the experts aren’t thick?

 

Is there nobody there and it’s imagination

none of the sightings real!

This I feel is certainly not the whole truth

something is very much near!

Gazing upon us as we upon ourselves spy

yet the question remain Why?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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