First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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An Urban Adventurer!

Thought himself as an urban adventurer

loved to enter banned sites

that read danger no entry on big signs

including disused bases

secret government bunkers for the few

that they existed nobody knew!

 

Prefered to explore no matter the danger

climbing into darkness and decay

being always ready for any unknown peril

undaunted of his own risk

Proceeded to his next conquest he found

somewhere deep underground!

 

An adrenaline rush knowing it was illegal

covertly approached the entrance

hidden in the undergrowth broke the lock

removed a rusted chain

pulled back the steel door his hunt to begin

weird sounds came from within!

 

Unperturbed with headlight on proceeded in

could smell the dampness

the corridor was long with doors on either side

that were locked without markings

felt the usual tenseness at last reaching the end

through an archway began to descend!

 

Never before had he seen a bunker so preserved

it was if this one was being used

every step echoed that was not unusual normally

being a skeptic of ghosts and monsters

just fiction to scare the masses he always thought

was there more to be sought!

 

The tunnel bifurcated in front another steel door

heard more distant noises

nearly made his exit but curiosity overtook fear

opting to enter the steel door

in red letters do not enter bio hazard warning

these notices was always ignoring!

 

With ease the handle now twisted in his hand

cautiously opened it and entered

the forbidden zone as the adrenaline flowed

ahead it seemed so bright

had a foreboding that he should not be here

but at the point of no return clear!

 

Found himself looking down on a vast chamber

saucer-shaped craft visible

men in white coats and overalls working on them

intently watching this activity

this never expected to see thinking it was derelict

something he could never predict!

 

Unaware behind him two alien creatures stood

never felt the lethal discharge

from their weapon hit him in his lower spine

two human soldiers took him away

entry point sealed forever to close the breach

no other intruders this place to reach!

 

Deep below the urban countryside a secret hidden

any intrusion was forbidden

the purpose of the military facility was classified

if the public knew would be horrified!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Unmarked!

Nobody would know what the truck carried

upon the national highways

an unmarked semi blending in with the others

the cab with darkened glass

few would notice it had been armour-plated

in an isolated compound waited!

 

There from a large warehouse men loaded

in hooded protective overalls

radio-active containers into the interior

lead-lined and air tight

guards and cameras watched every move

the commander had to approve!

 

Fully loaded with an illegal cargo departed

alone to join the highway

like a chameleon blended into the traffic

nobody suspected its load

through the dense traffic moving at speed

to its destination did proceed!

 

Not the first trip but one of many undertaken

by a fleet of large specialist rigs

with deadly loads taking the risk of detection

and of the hazards of a crash

but approved by an unregistered department

that had given consent!

 

Never without a covert military escort following

undetectable like the semi trucks

were designed to blend in with any background

they continue the deadly tasks

under the blinkered eyes of unsuspecting public

that had become very slick!

 

Upon the highways they carry their lethal loads

through major and minor roads

from one secret destination to the next roam

only the few need know

beware of all the unmarked semi trucks behind

or ahead and within confined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Crazy!

When the police shot the middle-aged man

they said he was crazy

just another unstable male out of control

not taking his medication

as two were killed plus him three survived

his acts not contrived!

 

But a psychologist was interested in the case

certain this was not the fact

suspicious with the urgency to close the files

risking his reputation and life

to search why they wanted no investigation

filled him with consternation!

 

On his own without any official permission

decided he had to dig deep

discovering there were far more incidents

each quickly dispatched

similar circumstances but females as well

on this fact did dwell!

 

Few he spoke to would divulge anything

a deep fear did prevail

an uneasiness grew sinister implications

men in dark suits everywhere

was he beginning to lose his own mind

now becoming intertwined!

 

Not being an investigator was hampered

creating  himself more danger

with no real proof  until someone spoke

informing they knew of a plot

and deep underground covert complicity

a top-secret conspiracy!

 

He was a scientist working on the project

rumoured to be involving

the military anon existent majestic twelve

soon after before corroboration

the contact was found dead in his own bed

suicide the newspapers said!

 

That sense of doom and dread struck him

the man had concluded

it was to enhance the activity of the brain

increasing power and strength

but project abandoned the official word

now he knew this was absurd!

 

For him it soon was the end of the road

his car in a police report

had swerved off a main road at speed

nobody else it seems involved

more likely eliminated we can conclude

dark elements his life pursued!

 

He had meddled in a secret that had to be kept!

Or is this just pure speculation?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Flight!

From small operations flying has become huge

an ever-increasing market millions want to fly

escape to destinations around this small earth

planes forever clog our crowded polluted skies

a once empty void is now getting very crowded

as countless planes land and take off in convoy

fields disappear for more and longer runways

covered in concrete beneath the early haze!

 

Flights carrying hundreds more eager travellers

long and short-haul souring at varying levels

airports take up land for car parks spreading out

not contented with our crowded roads anymore

cheaper and easier to fly than go by road or rail

whatever mode of transport prices are too high

only the rich eventually able to enjoy any travel

our society’s structure could to easily unravel!

 

But it is written flying could be much different

secret craft have been developed for flight

no need for flammable aviation fuel to ignite

but use a free constant safe energy supply

taking off vertically no need for the runways

unanswered question this surely must raise!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.