Shift!

Surely there was a shift

in life all about him

as reality seemed to drift

voices singing hymns

or that’s how he heard it

happy not a comfy fit

for other people feared

so many disappeared!

 

Recollected insects around

now few to be seen

objects in the clouds clear

hanging like shrouds

unearthly creatures spotted

without any faces

sullen sensations persisted

as more suicides listed!

 

What was reality anymore

were our thoughts

just implanted in our brains

doubting his own being

and what his senses showed

yet on his skin a bar code!

 

#heFoureyedPoet.

 

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A Farce!

There was so much happening it became frightening

life was never easy but we coped

money tight bills always a headache to regularly pay

there were never ending hostilities

the news became much less uplifting stories bleak

in twenty seventeen got to a peak!

 

Reportedly down to terrorists or an unknown cause

bombs knives and gun attacks

even vehicles used to maim and kill a major fire to

the people becoming fraught

confused and out of control people became divided

less support to the masses provided!

 

Like an open sore the rich became a source of anger

as they could afford anything

owning large properties as the rest were priced out

jobs were going as robotics

replaced them in the work place and food sparse

an equal society was truly a farce!

 

The once rare sight of armed police became normal

soldiers to increased unabated

restricted access to the internet and social media

the news on television and radio

words became more phony as the same news shared

for a real nineteen eighty-four were prepared!

 

From the light mankind was plunged into the dark matrix!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Billionaire!

In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower

the billionaire surveyed the city below

now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people

who believed his every word

within his mind and being certain them understood

his intentions its said were good!

 

Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain

could achieve his full schedule

protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies

never himself struggling to survive

nor ever evicted from the place he called home

the streets in all weathers to roam!

 

Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay

or standing in a food bank queue

paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt

not entitled to benefits to ease hardship

sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones

nobody sympathetic to your groans!

 

Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy

walking the only mode to get about

that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near

no warm abode or a safe dry bed

the divide so immense how could he comprehend

to his tower most would not ascend!

 

Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care

but his vast fortune would never share!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Who?

Who is wandering our populated areas

many innocent people have vanished

anguished families have been in limbo

frightened where the young have gone

what is the number of the disappeared

gone most harmed it is sadly feared!

 

Anxious and desperate wait of the parents

knowing there is nothing they can do

always wondering why they are missing

empty spaces that have been left behind

sometimes closure when a body found

others hoping for a word or sound!

 

It is said often though awful maybe true

the abductors are somebody they knew

a friend or relative not a pleasant thought

anybody trusted could do such a thing

fearing the stranger not those very near

off guard as family members leer!

 

Keep your family close beware of strangers

humans a mystery even unto themselves

there are dark recesses it is said in the mind

that cannot be evaluated history has defined

those who have ventured down that evil path

its written must face their gods wrath!

 

Mankind surely is the worst predator and beast

upon all living things its hunger doth feast!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Unseen!

Is there a malicious unseen agenda

that does not want unity

where humanity would join as one

instead of our destruction

intent on fanning the flames of hate

when people want to debate!

 

Dividing the masses for the privileged

creating fear and mistrust

taking us away from a righteous path

into the depraved depths

when we know not what is happening

a scenario for many baffling!

 

Death and chaos is a daily occurrence

the threat of total anarchy

your neighbours and friends the foe

everybody filled with mistrust

as understanding slips into that abyss

hope evermore we shall miss!

 

Or is the turmoil part of an ongoing plan?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Apartment!

No matter how many times he told them

somebody was in his apartment

the police searched and found nothing

in the end he was treated crazy

until neighbours reported a fracas there

finding his body dead on a chair!

 

There was the sign of disruption everywhere

items thrown around the room

the body was unmarked but looked scared

as if he had died of fright

eyes wide open the mouth to as if yelling

why for now no telling!

 

It was an old tenement building in the area

used by countless people

since it was constructed a century before

frequented by gangsters

inevitably a brothel of unseen degradation

for the girls a living damnation!

 

But in recent times converted as a residency

for the elderly of the city

there had been complaints from other tenants

but thought the first mortality

with no clues to what had happened within here

but unnatural was clear!

 

The rooms were cleared and then redecorated

ready for the next tenant

it was not until the lady who had just retired

had settled in she noticed

odd sounds like somebody tapping somewhere

saw someone sat in her armchair!

 

Unnerved by this enquired with her neighbours

told her about the deceased man

being open-minded she tried not let it linger

that was until later that night

waking to find a hunched figure sat on the bed

this really filled her with dread!

 

The buildings owners only wanted rent money

without any interest in problems

the stories of ghosts just a disgruntled tenant

until this corpse was found

played down the situation after all he was old

their total attitude cold!

 

The retired tenant a few days later pack a bag

walked out leaving everything

never said anything but was seen to leave

looking confused and frail

all her clothes and personal effects deserted

by something pressure exerted!

 

The strange occurrences spread to the corridors

even visitors were knocked down

and some were dragged by an unknown force

this was caught on a camera

that had been put there as a human detector

not to catch a ghostly spectre!

 

Residents stayed in their own space it continues

nobody talked about it much

the apartment had to be cleared once more

now no tenant stayed long

the noises screams and bangs eventually ignored

but the phenomena soured!

 

After a very violent occurrence action was taken

a paranormal group was contacted

it was well reported some fled in pure terror

one disappeared the other

for months had resided on a psychiatric unit

what was here so evil and illicit?

 

This has yet to be assessed as none would tell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Unaware!

The women sat laughing outside the cafe

on a summer’s evening

joyful time with friends having a drink

happy banter relaxing

unaware of the danger now approaching

on their lives encroaching!

 

Down the other end of the long boulevard

they had no idea of a stampede

of people for no apparent reason collapsing

then writhing on the side-walk

where seconds before each stood or walked

many so excitedly talked!

 

Within minutes becoming fiendish beasts

rising to attack anybody near

as more succumbed started on each other

nobody immune to this hydra

ravaging each others flesh the wave moved

all humanity in them removed!

 

The group of women could now hear noises

awful blood curdling screams

and began to feel the frightful stampede

instinct made them stand

dashing inside as the human wave neared

seeing the horror as it appeared!

 

Petrified knowing they would be vanquished

soon helicopters were overhead

it was their blunder that let the toxin escape

from a top-secret facility

fifteen miles from the large populated area

realising it was beyond hysteria!

 

Their only option now to destroy and contain

not knowing how much pathogen

had infiltrated before the leak had been sealed

nor realising a chain reaction

had been created it was now a viral contagion

starting this unstoppable invasion!

 

Peering down upon the abominable growing chaos

in the crews minds their families

who did reside within or very near city boundaries

but  orders had to be carried out

each quietly cursed and prayed for those exposed

for now they killed unopposed!

 

As for the future this they could not predict!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without!

More stories of real people are told

too often the young

end their lives by taking them away

shock and dismay

without explanation or portent shown

reasons often unknown!

 

To friends relations work colleagues

they appear stable

no hint of  the fateful impending act

outwardly coping

inside unable to express true feeling

leaving everybody reeling!

 

Is it life’s to complex and demanding

something within us

society has always created conflicts

that can overwhelm

most contain each sombre thought

support is sought.

 

Regrettably some cannot converse

themselves conceal

maintaining that perfect false facade

locked in their minds

not until they are found deceased

too late the soul released!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Track

There’s no more railway

here any more.

Never will it be back

that’s for sure.

It’s very pleasant there

a gentle pace.

of this you are aware

no need to race.

Nature is all around

you feel at ease.

With very little sound

but swaying trees.

In summer and the spring

creatures scurry.

You can hear the birds sing

so why hurry.

People walking their pets

there are runners to.

sometimes even high jets.

pass over you.

You feel good on this trail

no traffic near.

Riding over packed shale

where the airs clear.

The steam trains won’t be back

ghosts of the past.

A long the cycling track

shadows are cast.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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