Illegal Race!

The engine purred it was highly tuned

pristine so shiny the red beast

along side a green car with tinted glass

both poised on the open road

a girl stood holding red handkerchief

jumping with such excitement

hundreds there shouting making a din

ready for the illegal race to begin!

 

As her arm dropped with a sharp thrust

engines roared wheels spinning

smell of burnt rubber soon out of sight

speeds now exceeded a ton

down the public highway eyes fixated

the law these speeders hated!

 

Their paths blocked as they approached

passing pedestrians scattered

too often other motorists compromised

by adrenaline pumping youth

risking their lives and others for the thrill

lacking common sense and skill!

 

After night falls on any long straight roads

teenage racers will gather

to break the law to show off and display

their customized chariots

for them no rules just drive like bloody hell

boasting videos and stories to tell!

 

Living for the moment upon social media!

 

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Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Appearance!

Their demeanor always seems so serene and sweet

immaculate in manners and poise

most its said are members of the so-called elite

who cause little attention or noise

even a television series about them was created

what they are is often debated!

 

Conspiracy believers chatter about an alien race

who control what we think

the concept lizard beings hid behind a human face

they say there’s a positive link

known personalities from our crumbling network

amongst them the beasts do lurk!

 

Is this a fact or another strange unfounded plot

leaves that question of doubt

can we really classify this in aliens rule us slot

will the truth ever come out

but even the hint this maybe an actual event

in the fabric of sanity makes a big dent!

 

What is the truth out there?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Blood!

He could not get the blood off himself

no matter how he tried

it was him or that monstrous creature

not alive anymore

just couldn’t get used to all the blood

worse mixed in mud!

 

How had he become killer of these things

always been a quiet lad

that was until he met that fantastic girl

pity then he didn’t know

she wasn’t of the homo sapiens breed

spawned of another seed!

 

Beginning to age yet she looked the same

never knew they co-existed

drawn into their feud against their vile kind

had to learn to fight

or by knowing her would be dispatched

head from body detached!

 

This race had been here long before man

from a distant galaxy

they could only be killed by decapitation

at first not believing it

until the girl he loved made her first kill

that was in his brain still!

 

Now he had to wearily keep on the move

with each kill their power grew

but a moment would come when either

he would certainly die

either murdered or he’d simply grow old

to his lover this he told!

 

That day arrived sooner than he’d feared

but this way he cherished

the two of them attacked while walking

his instincts were fast

always a sword at hand he protected

a fatal blow was deflected!

 

Striking the enemy before they hit the girl

taking the full blow

in her arms he thought this was the end

but a strange sensation

hot fire surging inside the blood exploded

his mortality eroded!

 

Never before had this mutation occurred

he was now a hybrid

together on equal terms they were joined

knowing the blood would flow

violence and tracking their reasons to exist

the quest they would persist!

 

Beware they wouldn’t let anything stop the kill!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Unknown Intent!

Something is watching high in the sky

a silent object hovers of unknown intent.

You feel the urge to let out a bellowing cry

violating your whole being without consent.

Terror overtakes every single action you make

nobody is anywhere near to assist in your plight.

You pray from this nightmare you will awake

as you shake in the loneliness of this night.

The huge dark triangular shape is over your head

is it an alien race from a distant star.

A hopeless empty feeling of total dread

the power has gone from the battery in your car.

How the light is blinding who are these creatures

so pale and thin how they prod and poke you.

Petrified you cannot make out their features

now realising all the stories were actually true.

As it began suddenly it is once again so dark

there is no light no sound or any more pain.

Sitting in your car alone you hear a dog bark

bringing you back to reality are you insane.

Turning the ignition key the car bursts into life

with a deep breath you drive ever faster.

Desperate to get back to your worried wife

will she believe your personal disaster?

 

Dreading it is following you home the UFO!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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