Scene!

Should not have gone back to the scene of the crime

did not see the woman until she hit his car

if only had got a taxi knew his alcohol limit was high

looked around the empty lane and the tree

he hit swerving to avoid that woman in a nightdress

had been honest with the police did confess!

 

But no body could be found but was sure he saw her

lost conciseness in a coma for weeks

but the nightmare of that moment would not fade

it had been three years since that night

had a breakdown ended up in a mental institution

knew deep inside it had been no allusion!

 

Had to take medication just to focus filled with guilt

no matter how many times being told

in his mind’s eye saw he hit her body head on

alone staring deeply reliving the incident

there was a clap of thunder and fork lightning

atmosphere around him heightening!

 

A Memory it had been a thunderstorm that night

now the visibility was getting poor and rain

hitting his skin hurt more flashes then she came

before him on that saturated country road

frantically calling out she did not seem to hear

as rapidly approaching a car did near!

 

The driver saw the man in front but was too late

a spilt second before he hit a woman to

the vehicle skidded impacting at the same spot

a patrol car came by soon after the crash

indications the weather had caused the collision

been here before viewed it with suspicion!

 

The driver did survive this horrendous fatal crash

with only minor injuries very lucky

the cold case of the phantom woman reopened

especially when the male victims body

was recovered identification had been resolved

yet the mystery was never solved!

 

Occasionally during a thunderstorm was reported

a woman and a man were seen on the road

without evidence the report was politely retorted

but an open-minded attitude was bestowed

as it was in the realm of a spiritual understanding

other agencies were better suited to handling!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Occult History!

Being at university was such an achievement

all the studying had paid off

even got her first choice it snapped into place

to study her chosen subject

occult history feeling she had been born before

was desperate to learn more!

 

Belonged to a group many would think a cult

that did not worship God

she had mixed thoughts so had been cast out

wanting to research herself

knew she had powers was able to communicate

with the unseen and translate!

 

The deep-rooted awareness made her vulnerable

so consumed in her own awakening

had not anticipated a satanic cult existed here

were closing to draw her within

their established grasp as it was part of the fabric

an ancient evil and influential click!

 

Led by the principal who had ruled the teachers

students to had been gathered

even as she settled into her studies sensed trouble

this was when her true powers

began to formulate into a force for enlightenment

born to bring society into alignment!

 

At the time this was her first test to face the evil

here she met a special teacher

was selected to be a guide and spiritual mentor

not part of this embedded sect

young and susceptible not realising danger near

others would follow her path here!

 

Born to bring back love respect and peace to billions!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Calm!

Calm the fields a deep green sky light blue

a day to be content on a troubled earth

no signs of the carnage turmoil or despair

prices still high roads at bursting point

but there was an order in all this chaos

when on a main road a large sinkhole

took the road tarmac down into a deep pit

and the bedrock with a roar did split!

 

There had been no warnings of the collapse

as traffic past the gaping hole consumed

every vehicles within its merciless vicinity

those behind braked hard so did not drop

next to the road a river also meandered

soon was part of the ever-expanding cavern

those there who witnessed it felt damned

plunging into the void certainly not planned!

 

Flesh and metal fused in acts unscheduled

some not so deep rescue was accomplished

as over earths surface it began to implode

deep beneath the oceans sink holes formed

sea levels dropped not as predicted to rise

these revelations not broadcast on any news

as the unprecedented disasters on us befell

as mind control kept the masses in a spell!

 

So much going on to hide the real agenda

most gripped in the battle for survival

none could see the reality as skies collided

with the crumbling and fragile terra firma

as talk for the search of a new planet grew

the landscape becoming unstable deformed

with the population forever growing restless

for gods guidance few now could careless!

 

A reflection on our spiritual and physical existence

or just another crazy conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Flock!

The vast flock of birds turned day into night

nobody watching had observed it before

swarmed overwhelming the market square

swooping low with an intelligent intent

squawking drowning out all normal sound

this spectacle did all present confound!

 

Viciously hit by sharp claws and sharp beaks

petrified by the blood curdling shrieks!

 

Loud bangs were heard as birds began to fall

covering the roads and walk areas

like a thick black carpet upon paved ground

life lost in their panicked flight

a scene of devastation was spread all around

something unseen here did abound!

 

Nowhere to tread without stepping on birds

their expressions no need for words!

 

The grey swirling skies were empty of life

faint eerie rumbles continued

there was no explanation for this situation

cats roamed in a triumphant parade

in the distance birds still hovered on trees

not approaching watching with unease!

 

Eventually every bird carcasses was removed

nothing was found to have caused it

yet the ill-health amongst the large community

increased to unparalleled numbers

all cats and dogs disappeared from the state

nothing was found to confirm their fate!

 

What had migrated to the this pleasant spot

unknown was it a human or alien plot?

 

Heavy clouds remained nothing above now flew

life began to wither people contained

in case this contamination was able to spread

experts searched for even a single clue

that spiritual connection with people remained

as those trapped each day did dread!

 

Then on one repetitive day it was consumed

by thick black clouds and forever entombed!

 

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The Priest!

The priest was enthusiastic as he drove

towards his first parish

set in a village on the edge of moorland

from a city background

now looked forward to the rural scene

spacious open and green!

Had been given a tour by his predecessor

a priest of mature years

the old vicarage was situated opposite

the grade one listed church

told the elderly priest had recently died

not natural had been implied!

It now put doubt into his positive thoughts

what had happened he mused

as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate

before moving in to his new home

later walking over to his spiritual domain

his demeanor to retain!

From the entrance he surveyed the interior

focusing on the fine altar

certain he saw somebody kneeling praying

curiosity made him approach

as he drew near nobody was to be found

being the only one around!

Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold

he desperately had to leave

running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate

terrified and out of breath

was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind

from turning he declined!

Alone in the building the housekeeper had left

yet felt an overwhelming presence

standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase

gently rising to the first floor

sure a shadow was upon the upper landing

his blood pressure expanding!

Up against the door he could see a shape

creeping towards him

the terror within made him start to pray

this was not just a haunting

sure a lingering evil possessed the ground

as the tension did compound!

One fact certain he could do nothing alone

if he wanted to stay as the priest

had to get out to summon the help required

as the manifestation was moving

between the vicarage and eerie church at will

he began to feel rather ill!

Though he had witnessed an exorcism before

the priest was not qualified

 to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle

he must find away to escape

to contact the bishop of this most serious situation

of an unknown demonic infestation!

Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair

then with all his strength

hurled it through the picture frame window

immediately jumping out

as the entity followed possessing his soul

in pain his eyes began to roll!

Praying harder than he had ever done before

the evil force let him go

laying in broken glass watched it glide away

back towards the church

for now could do little but make a fast retreat

this enemy he could not beat!

 Many tribulations and questions he would seek

the war would not be for the meek!

The Foureyed Poet

The Dwelling!

The dwelling seemed fine on moving in

not believing in spirits or ghosts

nineteen seventies construction of brick

small but adequate for one

noticed it always had an irksome chill

told nobody had died or been ill!

 

Occasionally the unscheduled eery noises

the feeling of being watched

finding it freezing even with heating on

from storage heaters to gas

with no difference to temperature drops

particularly in the cold spots!

 

 

Thoughts of natural explanations remained

always sceptical to the end

that odd tapping sound on the bedroom door

may well have made them shiver

in the back of your mind an element of doubt

subconsciously wanting to shout!

 

Doors closing and opening must be air pressure

surely was the logical reason

often questioning the state of your own sanity

as items disappear only to turn up

your phone moved from the table perplexing

now on a lower shelf really vexing!

 

I wait to see if my imagination is the route cause

or if there is a spiritual clause!

 

As I alone live within this dwelling!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Terraced House!

The couple moved into a new terraced house

one of only four erected

built in the gardens of a run down building

soon after the woman gave birth

a healthy son was born all had gone very well

nothing out of the ordinary to tell.

 

Both were doctors living in eastern Europe

living far from family homes

one morning the mum laid on her bed

her son in a cot close by

she began to feel hot a pressure on top

not able to make it stop.

 

Unable to move as pain in her head grew

like an entity trying to get in

her vision faded she could only see static

like a television with no signal!

from relaxing on the bed and feeling fine

that pain moved up the spine!

 

As it began the sensation suddenly went

and her temperature dropped

able to move she got up all seemed fine

the child was still asleep.

on her arms saw the bruises and scratches

in nasty looking patches!

 

Petrified at this spiritual violation they left

their dreams and house bereft

with fear from that day were never certain

in the house the entity did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Journey!

The waiting room looked neglected and cold

rubbish lay about the floor a silent wind blew

posters hung in tatters from the damp walls

shadows darted about outside the shut door

voices seemed to emanate from somewhere

a foreboding place who would venture here!

 

Upon this scene some strangers willingly came

most unaware of the evil this space had become

where sunlight did not penetrate this dingy room

rats and insects never came within these walls

soon five would arrive with a special connection

that needed a powerful spiritual protection!

 

For there was evil and darkness here on earth

long before that of mankind’s first birth

absorbed into the molecules of god’s creation

intent on possession and extermination!

 

Like angelic super heroes they came to do battle!

 

The Foureyed Poet.