House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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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.

Choking!

The rain did not fall anymore on earth

nor the sun shine brightly

no birds sang or fish swam in the water

mostly dead like the population

hard to breath in choking polluted air

laying with that pleading stare!

 

On the plains only the strong  survived

the wind never stopped

sunken wells still had drinkable water

animal life to consume

a lone man wife and child by his side

from mutants had to hide!

 

The radiation levels were rapidly increasing

nobody was told of the leaks

into the many vast oceans and atmosphere

from nuclear power stations

built for the energy needs claimed it was safe

in them the public had too much faith!

 

Through all the horrors and misery imposed

on an unsuspecting people

somehow this family had stayed together

loving living a simple life

had made them overseer so much despair

as into oblivion did stare!

 

As if a greater power was protecting them

with death spread all around

somehow they thrived in the harsh climate

soon a second child was born

a daughter entered their small magical clan

as if by a preordained plan!

 

Was this a miracle and new beginning?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Control Room!

In the fire control room an urgent call received

a fire in a new multiplex cinema

several fire appliances were urgently dispatched

strangely no other details provided

yet on arrival there was no incident a false alarm

at least nobody had come to any harm!

 

Reported into their records as another hoax call

three days later were there again

not been opened yet was it a faulty fire system

after a complete check nothing found

workmen had to complete the interior trim

but what they had seen was grim!

 

Problems had held up construction from the start

as bones were found during groundwork

foundations had collapsed others with serious cracks

accidents occurred at an increasing rate

creating an atmosphere of suspicion and mistrust

as equipment then started to combust!

 

Even new tiles just stuck on the bathroom walls

flew off like bullets fired from a gun

eventually the moment came they all stopped

unable to continue in such danger

the number of the workforce quickly decreased

so all labour on the cinema ceased!

 

During the investigation of the electrical wiring

all seemed to be in perfect order

the control room received another urgent call

once more to return to the cinema

it was a fire this time on a wet blustery night

the whole building was well alight!

 

As they arrived in the still unfinished car park

there was a large crowd gathered

noticing the large sink hole near the entrance

some fireman laid out the hoses

waiting for the water pressure to push it out

yet nothing came from the spout!

 

They tried nearby hydrants and stored water

in their own vehicles  to no avail

while calling for more back up could only watch

with time they went to the large hole

where the crowds had moved some distance away

there was a palpable fear on display!

 

Glancing in the crews could see hundreds of bones

everywhere then something crawled

slowly up the earth sides towards them at the top

the ground began to crumble

and the complex began to collapse the crowd ran

in a panic no evacuation plan!

 

They evacuated the site rapidly before retreating

some distance concerned of a tremor

where it was visible to see it vanish as the earth

seemed to open up and swallow it

an entity had risen from somewhere far below

crawling nearby bringing much woe!

 

Nobody had died on that night but not long after

those who had been there or involved

started to either disappear or have grisly deaths

the fire raged on could not be quelled

the once thriving community is where evil dwells

and only the death toll swells!

 

From that site whatever haunted it had spread

to homes and public properties

as amongst the remaining population the thing

crawls only seen when too late

below them was a large ancient sacred burial pit

whom as yet none of the theories fit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Long Or Short

Whether our lives are long or short

the span good or bad.

Depending in truth on the decisions

what the outcome will be.

Life’s a gamble it’s what you make it

maybe a failure or hit!

 

Look around there are so many of us

not all can be rich.

Those wild go getter’s bright and cold

never live until their old.

Plodders who are the backbone dependable

following every rule.

 

Those wanting to work and those that never will

honest souls and total crooks!

Merciful and wise who respect humanity

the emotionless and greedy!

But on top of all this we share fate

as few know their end date!

 

Nobody no matter how rich or important

in the end we are the same!

I often think life can be hell for some

heaven or limbo for others.

It has always been so those who struggle

those whose live’s are a ball!

Whatever is in our plan we can but follow

to often the outcome is sorrow!

 

But many believe our existence does not

end at our physical death!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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