Contact!

He remembered the sun always shone

birds sang the air smelt fresh and crisp

it was peaceful during his childhood

always laughter that sense of security

simple pleasures playing with friends

each day had meaning without threats

there was unity and only small debts!

 

Always a sense of purpose and routine

less news was able to be broadcast

smart phones were not around to use

more people communicated by talking

most families making their simple fun

were interacting not gazing at screens

safer to play out no fear of violation

certainly far less deadly confrontation!

 

Everything now seems to fast no sincerity

but little has changed in the threats

as you walk the streets or in your homes

cyber crime makes the blood run cold

you have to face the dangers alone

neighborhood policing no longer exists

psychopaths terrorize in the shadows

as society continues to decompose!

 

Contact I remember of human interaction

created collaboration not obliteration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Shadows!

Both sat in what was a special spot

where they never got disturbed

their families rejected their union

seeking time out of the public eye

where no humans would pry!

 

For he was from another dimension

though he could shape shift

it was hard to maintain human form

here he could be just himself

the girl prefered to be out at night

daylight made her skin-tight!

 

She moved amongst us unnoticed

always stayed in the shadows

she prefered not to mix with people

her race lived underground

being of the blood draining breed

needing humans to feed!

 

But they had been almost wiped out

those who remained hidden

the search for a new source required

desperate times drove her

to find solutions or become extinct

seeking their strains to be linked!

 

But if that was not possible she knew

by deceit they would overrun

these alien species they could adapt

to their body juices to survive

but equally for his kind plans existed

both races plots persisted!

 

Soon to be final wars for life to remain

on a ravaged aging planet

to decide the conquers hollow victory

with any remnants of hope

disappearing in oblivion and the void

the world at last destroyed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Mingled!

Crowds focused on the busy city streets

none hurrying along were aware

that ghosts mingled amidst the throng

centuries of lost souls lingered

the gifted saw shapes and shadows cast

not all from distant time past!

 

To those whose minds not fully occupied

may see a figure close by

a glance then are gone left to wonder

why they disappeared so fast

but not realizing they were the deceased

who were seeking to be released!

 

Few in a chaotic society have open minds

surrounded by microwaves

unaware of these countless roving souls

from past lives gathered together

who haunt buildings streets and alleyways

within the colour spectrum haze!

 

Maybe we are not so alone as many think

with our minds not being in sync!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

The Sun!

The sun disappeared from our site that day

objects had been reported

over every country creating mega shadows

on a scale never before seen

for some weeks temporally masking its rays

turning day into a permanent night

as the people feared the awaited elimination

of its said God’s own creation!

 

But for a while the skies cleared as we watched

confused at the true nature

of the objects that added to the odd formations

that filled the once virgin skies

everybody expected the earth to finally crumble

but there was an uneasy quell

with endless instability of wars and darkness

where evil ruled gone was holiness!

 

Then the overdue eruption of the huge volcano

that lay below the country park

sent clouds of ash and debris into the atmosphere

the endless night became reality

the slow deterioration of civilisation began to bite

the rich lived deep underground

on the surface the dwindling population struggled

their minds with pollution muddled!

 

Yet we knew there were unseen creatures here

as if the environment had been altered

for another race as we choked rapidly depleting

monsters were taking our young

as we now feared demons were not mythological

and our once beautiful mother earth

had become a true hell nothing good survived

humanity of innocents and love deprived!

 

FOREVER!

 

Another Conspiracy Theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Attention!

The police cruiser slowly went passed

something had caught his eye

in the murky light saw a movement

now had drawn his attention

to a large abandoned furniture store

something was amiss for sure!

 

Had he seen it not rational to him

it came through a wall

the figure vanished from his sight

had to check the scene

at first there was just his reflection

nobody needed protection!

 

Decided to head back to the patrol car

then in the window noticed

another image was close by his side

yet upon glancing around

beside himself the area was totally clear

what was going on unclear!

 

He was a logical man but this rattled him

decided to patrol on foot

though had to be careful being on his own

turning into an alley

lead to the rear of the derelict premises

could this be his nemeses!

 

It was creepy though a sceptic had to admit

every noise made him jump

in the narrow alleyway there was no escape

suddenly confronted by a this shape

that  seemed to come through the brick wall

drawing his gun as he began to fall!

 

Hitting the ground hard he fired at the object

the bullet ricocheted off a metal sign

just missing his head then he met the ground

stunned called for back up

certain he had hit the intruder in the chest

for the first time was distressed!

 

In the dark now feeling vulnerable and alone

dizzy his face really in pain

sure somebody was close by staggered forward

as a colleague came to his aid

said he had pursued an intruder but got away

what else could he say?

 

A search was made but nothing was ever found

he learnt that others had reported

ghostly shadows had appeared from nowhere

but knew the policy of the force

dealing with facts certainly not the unknown

on this knew he was alone!

 

While on sick leave delved into the paranormal

his attitude changed to the possibility

of monsters and spirits they could really exist

he had to find out what he had seen

that night his being was filled with foreboding

that him something was goading!

 

This decision he would soon regret forever!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Squatted!

She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!

 

She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!

 

Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!

 

When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!

 

For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!

 

Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!

 

Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!

 

She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!

 

The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Golf Course!

The now derelict hospital had a foreboding look

spread over many acres of land, Located

with a dark history and countless mortality rate

proven cases of experiments done

and the inevitable reported sightings of the dead

and a building not to tread!

 

But adjacent in contrast to the medical institution

was a magnificent golf complex

when old records were checked it was discovered

under the perfectly mown grass

the hospitals grave yard had once been located

causing the whole course to be fated!

 

With the never ending stories and recorded proof

provided by visitors on the tours

and highly respected paranormal organisations

who were permitted to investigate

this discovery was a vast new area for research

even remains of a derelict church!

 

The history of this once house of godly worship

was nowhere to be found in records

yet talking to the dedicated golfers it was hard

to build factual evidence of hauntings

bones had been unearthed even during mowing

as slowly the experiences began flowing!

 

One group knew they had to explore the grounds

it had not been investigated before

permission was granted from the golf club owners

soon they were standing ready

in front total darkness an uninviting emptiness

sensing the foreboding nastiness!

 

Keeping together walked onto the empty golf course

immediately hearing awful cries

in the distance checked with security making sure

the site was not contaminated

by others wandering around though it was isolated

in vast areas noise would be oscillated!

 

The replies back confirmed it was none of them

but they too had heard sounds

with evidence already mounting made their way

to the ruins site to set up base

approaching moving lights blinked rising high

and feelings of somebody walking by!

 

On reaching the location there were no lights

yet an object was viciously thrown

what it was could not be found in the grass

digital recorders were set up ready

to pick up any electronic voice phenomena

that may well there occur!

 

The group consisted of seven members present

one bravely or foolishly offered

to stay and monitor cameras put at hot spots

splitting into two  segments

the hunt began to explore the creepy landscape

with spirits contact could they make?

 

With torches infra-red and thermal imaging cameras

methodically scoured the lush greens

darkness seemed to almost drown them like water

as shapes akin to humans  appeared

for split seconds then evaporating into wispy vapours

instantly to the eye becoming no more!

 

On the thermal cameras the same forms were clear

adding to the mounting evidence

that unsettled sensation never left any of them

during the night spent probing

sounds and movement that could not be explained

harder for discipline to be maintained!

 

As dawn approached they were glad to be leaving

quickly packing equipment away

that last long gaze with the mist in dawn sunlight

giving a supernatural portrait

all with lasting memories of their involvement

each inside feeling content!

 

But were they prepared for what they would find

as the evidence was viewed and defined?

 

The Foureyed .Poet

 

 

 

 

 

The Old Guest House!

The old guest house opened in the last century

having its share of tragedy.

A child died when wind blew down the chimney

causing flames from the fire .

Causing the presents she was opening ignite

for the family an awful sight!

 

At seven a young life lost but it didn’t end there

a depressed woman staying.

Was jilted by the man that she hoped to marry

committing suicide by hanging.

Here where misfortune had embedded in deep

where visitors found it hard to sleep!

 

Investigators spending time in this creepy building

being constructed of wood.

Picking up shadows and mists on their equipment

whispers and a child’s laugh.

Also the smell of smoke where there was no fire

and cold spots made it dire!

 

On the infra-red cameras they saw a small image

sounds of footsteps running.

In room nineteen a moving shadow in the corner

that seemed to be swinging!

An overwhelming sense of loneliness perceived

as if somebody had been aggrieved!

 

The old guest house holds these secrets to this day

bringing the curious and sceptical.

Into it’s web of sadness and forlorn depression

within the fabric of the interior!

Many have experiences others feel nothing at all

in which category would you fall?

 

The old guest stands in silence awaits the next visitor!

 

The Foureyd Poet.

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