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.

 

 

 

 

The Band!

Excitement was high as the growing audience

waited with anticipation

for the heavy metal band to come on stage

known for outrageous shows

and their interest in occult and devil worship

it would be the ultimate trip!

 

Ferocious Beast name of the six member band

came upon the large stage

with a crescendo of sound and flashing lights

through thick dried ice smoke

leather clad with black menacing face paint

starting without constraint!

 

Into their set the band pounded the loud music

soon the mesmerizing voice

of the bewitching lead singer reverberated out

everyone listening was hooked

as if hypnotised by the clear words and tone

for them the seed was sown!

 

Huge speakers broadcast every syllable and notes

to the audiences willing ears

demonic images flashed onto viewing screens

at a pulsating high-definition pace

as cowled figures mingled amongst the throng

the intensity became strong!

 

Into the night the passion excelled to fever pitch

physically and mentally exhausted

they collapsed as the band left the stage in triumph

their message had been delivered

bedded into memories of the fans and believers

who had been welcome receivers!

 

The band moved onto their next awaiting disciples!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Warfare!

Warfare in the twenty-first century

brought on a bigger threat.

Weapons to obliterate mankind

many stand on the line.

Antagonists looking at each other

once called them brother!

 

Tension was high no more rifles

or small cannons to fire.

But huge deadly arsenals ready

without a second thought.

To wipe whole civilisations away

for domination to display!

 

Never ending conflicts few remember

those times of peace.

Refuges constantly torn from homes

and the threat of violence.

Disrupting chances to bloom and grow

natural balances cannot flow!

 

Often many opposing forces are on alert

each thinking they are right.

Glaring at radar screens from a distance

as the ground is mined.

Lives forever lost as time drifts onward

where nobody wants accord!

 

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.

Watching The Screens!

This was an experience for the young man

excited at watching the screens.

A security officer in the prestigious hotel

first night without supervision.

Working the grave yard shift was daunting

knowing it had a famous haunting!

 

A lot on his mind with forty monitors to scan

covering every single floor.

Where it’s said ghostly shadows there roamed

guests leaving never to return!

He didn’t believe it being more of a sceptic

surely had to be a trick.

 

As the three other guards on duty patrolled

he sat eyeing each screen.

Making sure all was well and no intruders

throughout the complex.

On level twenty-nine the screens went blank

his confidence now sank.

 

Concerned that he had caused the malfunction

maybe flicking the wrong switch.

At that point received an urgent radio call

as the picture came back on.

The patrol had heard voices on an unused floor

wanting him to check for more.

 

Checking the monitor within the target zone

saw a blur near room 301.

As they approached saw a shape walk by

and an argument from inside.

Using an override card against policy went in

with an intent a search to begin.

 

Quickly radioed back and ran back into the hall

the room had been trashed.

Nobody had entered since it had been cleaned

this made then uneasy.

This was the actual room of a shocking crime

not solved until this time!

 

Reviewing and slowing down the recorded disk

a woman in a long white gown.

Is seen leaving walking through the suite door

a long bladed knife in her hand!

Before fading turned and at the lens was staring

back at them and glaring!

 

As they gathered tensely in the office talking

in the corridor heard sounds of walking!

 

 

When the day shift entered at seven a m

finding their colleagues stabbed!

On checking the security disk it was clear

the spectre had come back here!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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