Nobody!

Nobody can know what you are thinking inside

or how your self-respect is shattered

it is a personal hell you all face just to function

your existence seem totally battered

none of your relationships ever seem to last

but determined have to face the past!

 

Hard as it maybe for us to create a new dream

in the end only we can truly decide

if we can be charming get out with the team

to not be depressed so regain our pride

believe we are as good as anybody around you

through experience know this is true!

 

Once your confidence has been slowly drained

feeling so much weight on your head

wanting to scream being wound up and tense

thinking the only way out is death

but to remember your children need you there

their love is true for dad really care!

 

Easy for self-pity to drag you down in a divorce

doctors just offering you pills to take

adults fighting with animosity feelings sour

communications with each other gone

yet your children who are caught in the middle

do not understand the divorce riddle!

 

For me my sanity was saved by young minds

who wanted their parents to care

to love and not argue or be unhappy together

just share their lives even if apart

so hard for every one but kept in close touch

now all grown up love then so much!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Birth!

Had taken so long to pluck up courage

at the airport time to ponder the past

born forty-two years on this very day

now alone waiting to board a plane

did not tell the parents or try to explain

her hidden feelings of hurt and pain!

 

Knew she was abandoned from birth

brought up in an orphanage until ten

then foster homes were she suffered

abused pleas for help were ignored

attempted suicide a cry for support

in a vicious cycle had been caught!

 

Eventually she found loving parents

when seventeen and was adopted

guiding a young woman to sanity

married but divorced had one child

now grown up and turned out fine

who had brought back the sunshine!

 

This journey had to be done all alone

to meet the woman who gave her life

yet forsaken the child soon after birth

what truths would be unearthed!

 

The countdown to her heritage had begun!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Cell Tower!

He sat rigidly leaning against a high post

head throbbing from the radiation

being omitted by cell tower over his head

could feel the charge and buzzing

in his ears remembering the days long past

when there were none erected

feeling normal with a clear and alert mind

not bad-tempered but kind!

 

Clear skies the air was crisp good to breath

certainly in the countryside at least

season to were defined and lawful society

the towers increased life changed

people began to become sick and change

violence became the normal way

as a craziness amongst the people grew

his sanity was fading he knew!

 

Could see the fires and screams of victims

as the surge of walking dead

searched to kill anybody still unaffected

his thoughts began to link

as his humanity was wiped from his brain

the newly created monster

joined the passing beasts on their task

faces blank like a death mask!

 

Anybody hiding were prey to this fate!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Crazy!

Was he going crazy had not been drinking

taken any drugs or ingested pills

yet certain his car had been parked here

contacted the duty attendant

also angry at the difficulty in locating him

after coming out of his local gym!

 

Eventually an irritated middle-aged male

met him outside of his office

after returning from having his late lunch

followed this concerned driver

guided him back only to see it was there

in disbelief could only stare!

 

With a grunt the man left the confused driver

to ponder his sanity and eyesight

as still sweating he drove cautiously home

deeply puzzled at this latest glitch

these episodes had happened to him before

were these illusions he must not to ignore?

 

Was this earth that he had known all his life

until now had believed it solid

realised matter was atoms tightly linked

but was it really a scientific fact

as increasingly objects were disappearing

could outside forces be interfering?

 

What was real anymore he thought glancing

around the street in which he lived

once in his house at the furniture and closely

at the fabric of his dwelling as well

was he alive or controlled by a puppet master

reality true or a fabricated disaster?

 

Is what you wake up to each day and remember

actually happening or green screen images

an electronic society where anything can be made

by different types of artificial intelligence

can you be certain that the voice or faces are real

on your devices is it truly the honest deal?

 

Be careful out there you never know whose observing!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Relaxing Day!

It had been a beautiful relaxing day

unfamiliar rumbles irritating

she thought was a distant storm

sat watching television

her phone vibrated on silent mode

more than normally glowed!

 

The air within her neat home crackled

electric shocks made her wince

it was not an ordinary day she knew

bright fork like lightning exploded

wrecking the area in which she resided

what with her world had collided?

 

Like a pulse wave electricity had gone

as craft appeared in the skies

now filling the once blue cloudless space

planes crashed to the ground

a crescendo of ear-splitting sounds

upon her sanity pounds!

 

Then creatures swamped the landscape

overwhelming any resistance

as people were eliminated from earth

predictions were ignored

nobody believed it could be a fact

with aliens to really interact!

 

So many movies and television dramas

bombarding us with CGI

apathetic to the chance it was a warning

this was a coming threat

until the moment of the actual event

when humanity to hell was sent!

 

All communication with earth lost!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Neighbour!

How quiet without his neighbour anymore

though they had been ill

it was not a shocked when she passed away

strange noises again he heard

to him unsettling because nobody was there

not that he was aware!

 

Relations came to clear out all her belongings

yet something still remained

nearly a year before the house had been sold

a couple bought the place

glad for the company but certainly not to go in

sensed bad things about to begin!

 

Always weary of the seemingly nice old lady

neighbours for many years

yet never went into her house too afraid

often could see a man lurking

yet she had never been married that he knew

had left a nefarious residue!

 

Even the thought of noises he had listened to

made his chest feel very tight

never found out the cause of the loud chants

or emanating screams of terror

called the police who just ignored his concern

made his stomach churn!

 

After several calls did come to speak with her

but did not go inside

from then on it got worse heard a man’s voice

as if knowing he complained

many nights lay listening in fear of his sanity

and the blasphemous profanity!

 

His conscience would no longer let him rest

must tell them of the neighbour

knocked on the door wondering what to say

at first there was no reply

then the door opened the old lady stared back

he collapsed with a heart attack!

 

Only a short time later the couple returned home

aghast to find him deceased

with no idea of dead eyes watching them both

later they entered their house

the door still locked to them all was tranquil

until a presence they could feel!

 

That night the screams and awful noises began!

 

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.

Cliff Edge!

How could they end up on the cliff edge

she though it just another row

both moving apart surely a bad patch

until she mentioned her affair

only briefly while he worked abroad

her phone calls had ignored!

 

Met while young neither yet matured

but there was a special love

realising it may not save the marriage

could not change her actions

never expected to be up here pleading

as the marriage was receding!

 

Anguish had overtaken his whole being

drawing closer to oblivion

the cliff crumbling from beneath them

tried to hold him grip was lost

fell back onto the grass he disappeared

for a second the turmoil cleared!

 

Then reality hit her like a thunder bolt

the strain upon her a jolt

guilt tore her sanity completely apart

jumped with a broken heart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Certain!

It was a lovely holiday they both reflected

sitting by their hotel pool

checking the photos taken the day before

one made them ponder

remembering standing by the wooden gate

a question did debate!

 

Both certain they saw nobody behind them

only fields and stone foundations

yet clearly there were two figures in view

leaning on the stone wall

their clear outline was not a pleasant sight

upon a nice scene a blight!

 

Though the wife was reluctant to retread

her husband wanted to go

first enquiring with locals in the village

who were happy to tell

the stories surrounding the isolated area

making them feel scarier!

 

Back at the gate not so relaxed as before

compared photo with view

now with stories of murder and jealousy

and with a pencil drawing

of the farm-house that once stood here

the sadness was clear!

 

Drawn to walk amongst the stone ruins

scared they may confront

the un-rested souls captured on camera

disfigured by the fire

caused by the husbands early return

who watched it burn!

 

Raged at his wife’s infidelity and betrayal

made him start the blaze

trapping the lover and wife together inside

then taking his own life

all these events to them recently told

the emotion began to unfold!

 

Their perception now strong instilling fear

moved away from the ruins

decided to take more photos of the scene

on viewing they saw

them again both close enough to touch

burnt for them too much!

 

Arriving at the gate scrambled quickly over

smell of smoke strong

caught in a moment beyond comprehension

knew they had to break away

as the actions of that day long ago replayed

their own sanity frayed!

 

Falling exhausted on the ground realising

they were nearly possessed

by a lingering evil and oppressive force

locked in an embrace

left the area keeping the photos to show

others an explanation may know!

 

But unknown to them the entities went to

from then on their woes grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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