There!

It was just there one summers evening a car

a small blue hatchback

parked in a clearly painted no parking zone

did not look abandoned

front seats back as if both had been asleep

near to shops hotel and café

police were often driving by not concerned

to eliminate foul play they spurned!

 

Whatever the reasons it seemed nobody cared

no signs of violence or abductions

just as though the owners had simply vanished

a nice motor why was it here

police did not want to know nor even curious

to take a close up inspection

of the boot to see if a body was stuffed inside

or the owners safety clarified!

 

So it stands from nice small car to a total wreck

but who owns this vehicle

informed the council said they would check it

then stick a label on the window

not filling me with much confidence or trust

or that anybody seems bothered

to clear away or investigate any discarded motor

for public safety not a good promoter!

 

Wonder what the history of it will turn out to be

stolen or just simply forsaken

just maybe there is a real sinister tale to be told

the length of time being ignored

a scandal as the delay should have been averted

highlighting the cuts in the budget

with interest wait to see if  a crime was involved

also whether it will ever be solved!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Trance!

Sat before me as if in a trance those eyes

so black deeply sunk

every movement just glared with intent

as if possessed by something

that disturbing realisation it could exist

with us all did coexist!

 

That helplessness you could do nothing

filled your being with trepidation

he did not seem aware of my presence

backed away in anticipation

more was forthcoming his face distorted

his body now contorted!

 

Yelling obscenities launched himself off a chair

attacking a man eating close by

bouncing on the cafe floor hitting out fiercely

several men tried to pull him off

but could not hold or wrench this man away

his victims complexion turned grey!

 

Eventually restrained when the police arrived

as cutlery began to fly through the air

customers around were shaken at his actions

began to think some kind of possession

the premises destroyed and windows shattered

those present bruised and battered!

 

Had to be carried by at least six to a waiting van

as it came the evil energy left

those within from then on were totally fearful

for this was an enigma

none had experienced before in their lifetime

within the air was a mutant enzyme!

 

That would soon cause the destruction of man

as it was absorbed into the population

nobody was immune from its horrific effects

so much speculation of its origin

it was said an act of god for our immorality

disdain for life brutality and criminology!

 

There was a deep seated dread this was wrong

had to be a far more sinister origin

the facts concealed in videos films and song

most seem blase to the truth within!

 

Many predictions of doom how would this plot end?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Halloween!

The night the dead rise from their graves

entering earths fragile domain

our emotions are raised to frantic heights

for many fun to scare each other

not believing evil has really been freed

upon their souls it doth feed!

 

Today all hallows eve is fun for children

who wear costumes depicting

ghosts monsters creatures of the night

going to houses to trick or treat

to receive sweets now a social event

without any malicious intent!

 

But within the myth is there hidden truth

with a heightened probability

there is a sinister reality to these tales

that have been long jaded

that through our long fudged history

there does exist a dark mystery!

 

Maybe wise to remember on this festival

some of those you meet

are not living humans in the darkness

and should take extra care

who you are with and may well interact

it’s not lurking ghouls you attract!

 

On this one night of Halloween each year

pray in your life they do not interfere!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet

 

 

Accident?

The official report read an accident

for the loss of many lives

found dead in the dense forest

what was the real cause

mass suicide the police did imply

some felt this was a lie!

 

Information withheld from the public

a team sent to cover up

as these unexplained deaths increased

all media was censored

truth never reached the public domain

so the deception did remain!

 

Maybe some sinister force does rule

but the population do not see

what is happening before their eyes

believing stories they are told

images before them taken as real fact

their lives secretly hijacked!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory or true?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Text!

The smart phone loudly whistled in her handbag

indicating she had a message

thinking it was the boyfriend sending a text

was very eager to read it

found two creepy anonymous words written

her pulse did quicken!

 

It just simply read “Fear Me” what did it mean

glancing around suspiciously

at everybody she could see in the noisy bar

most were dancing or drunk

kept the text from the group but stayed close

inside was becoming morose!

 

As those around became evermore inebriated

began to feel really isolated

she received another message “You Look Nice”

this put her into a hyper state

sounds and actions bombarded her senses

increasing preservation defenses!

 

Unlike the rest of her friends was not drunk

at first thought it a prank

now seemed to be more sinister a real threat

those feelings of paranoia

began to eat at her rationality had to be alert

or could be fatally hurt!

 

Those once friendly faces had become suspects

she just wanted to leave

the others never noticed her cautiously go

jumped as another text

had been sent reluctantly read what it said

panicky “To My Arms You Tread”!

 

Near the exit she recognised the doorman

had once gone out with him

felt a little awkward every time they met

but had to tell somebody

showed him the text asked him to stay near

thinking the sender maybe here!

 

She phoned for a taxi her ex said he would wait

as it was his break

noticed how close he had become touching

backing slowly away

realised it was him went onto the street to wait

thoughts of the moment to collate!

 

The taxi seemed to be taking a long time to come

a tightness around her arm

hurting knew this was the man she had trusted

forcibly was pushing her

into an alley saying he never wanted them to part

wanted to have a fresh start!

 

Tried to break free from his superior strength

heard a familiar voice call

her boyfriend was here managed to shout loudly

as he came into view the man

let the woman go free into the boyfriend’s arms

ran to his welcoming charms!

 

Together left arms linked still filled with a dread

at what might have been

it would be months before the events could tell

changing the phone number

never venturing back to that once familiar bar

it left a permanent mental scar!

 

Twelve months later the man she had once known

was found dead circumstances unknown!

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Empty House!

The police were called by scared neighbours

because of the empty house.

After hearing odd sounds and movements

it had been empty for years!

There had been a history a woman had died

foul play had been denied!

 

Not the known sounds of squatters and vandals

it was more sinister!

Effecting every soul living near the property

each feeling the danger!

An oppressive mood engulfed the entire street

even the policeman on his beat!

 

His stomach churned being afraid to go near

baffled at this development.

Pounding this patch for a long time recalling

the nice couple no kids.

Had not lived there in the house very long

never finding anything wrong.

 

It had been boarded up to stop any breakings!

reluctantly he had to check.

The front was tightly locked no entry here

there was a noise from inside.

Another officer joined him to go to the rear

approaching a voice  they did hear!

 

Running up the path thinking someone was there

finding it dark and silent!

The council arrived to remove the shutters

it was the moment to enter!

An awful smell made the two feel very sick

there was a mist so very thick!

 

A piece of a floorboard hit the policeman’s arm

reeling around nothing was there!

The mist moved very slowly gradually sinking

to about a foot off the floor.

a shape seemed to rise it was a young female

then faded there was a loud wail!

 

The second officer ran in terror from the house

leaving the beat copper alone!

Putting his torch on he could see broken wood

knowing it was time for forensics!

A body lay beneath his feet without doubt

a detailed search would find out!

 

Why had this secret been given up after so long

that question was never found.

Neither was the identification of the body

the police left baffled!

The empty house has continuing activity inside

how many more deaths does it hide?

 

The Foureyd Poet.

Up Until Now!

Up until now  I thought my town was rural

the same problems as anywhere else.

But more sinister things were taking shape

as gun dealers arrived!

Lived in the place all of my days so far

this has raised the scary bar!

 

Thought other countries had this headache

realising there is no safe haven.

Nobody can be certain of their well-being

the chances maybe low.

Yet with uncertainty around it can change

human activity is strange!

 

People fear the threat of those with a knife

guns are a danger from any distance!

Had that creepy sensation of being watched

somebody has that sight on you?

These thoughts can stimulate your mind

there are those this way inclined!

 

Am I being paranoid guns on my local streets

should I be concerned?

The law seems less trustworthy than before

far more just ignore it.

A worry those we should be able to respect

often are the ones to suspect!

 

Always said undermine the police forces authority

the only barrier against the villain.

And we the public would pay a heavy price

big cuts and break their moral

Would endanger the public increasing crime

we have reached that time!

 

The Foureyed Poet.