Sensation!

Could not shake off the daunting sensation

drowning breathing in air

agitated at every sound and movement

shadows seemed to follow me

many voices in my head screamed so loud

nothing there yet felt in a crowd

ripples in reality as everything was blurred

forces of good and evil stirred!

 

Weather becoming unpredictable everywhere

strange patterns in the skies

earths life force rapidly bleeding outward

huge cracks spreading below

population uncertain of safety and stability

raging storms of deadly carnage

there were no havens to hide in the surface

not a single untainted space!

 

Fires raged and ravaged more than ever before

law and order disintegrated

crimes of violence grew as money diminished

the fabric of society so fragile

the weary masses caught within this time slip

reeling from wars and harsh rule

uncertain each day what would happen next

had it been written in an ancient text?

 

Daily life an unpredictable lottery for survival!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Ball Of Fire!

He was certain something fell from above

a bright orange ball of fire

with a fiery tail streaked across above him

dropping at speed downwards

a silent motion picture there was no sound

in the distant desert came to ground!

 

Awe struck to him thought this was a sign

very odd for a true atheist

had he actually found a suppressed faith

in a god our alleged creator

something made him become tenacious

for somebody always gracious!

 

From then on the image within embedded

had to reach that distant place

became a pilgrimage of personal discovery

instinct drove him forward

heading into the desert without hesitation

to seek for an explanation!

 

His mind-set on just one mission that ball

of bright orange fire he saw

without care for his safety just charged on

with only his instinct as a guide

certain he knew where it had descended

no stopping until frenzied quest ended!

 

Adrenaline forced a fatigued body onward

but his mechanical beast failed

as dusk fell the temperature plummeted

yet he had to stumble on

his mind buzzed knew it was very close by

emotions erupted started to cry!

 

Coming to a steep dip in the desert landscape

fell to his knees as he saw it

a large craft below hovering above the sand

did not feel scared observing

that urge to approach was quickly curtailed

like a banshee he wailed!

 

As he heard vehicles approach from behind

armed men surrounded him

forcibly was thrown shackled into a van

the last image was that craft

what had drawn him here wanted to stay

but the military took him away!

 

Now was linked to this alien technology

or was reality closer to home

if he survived had to get to the bottom

of a mystery so deeply drawn to

taken underground to a research facility

reduced for the moment to docility!

 

But within him hidden memories stirred!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Perturbed!

Entering his garage found the car engine running

perturbed thought it very odd

must be an electrical fault what else could it be

yet held the key in his hand

there was more to this unusual event he pondered

as the bad memories stirred!

 

Only a few weeks ago had placed his wife in the car

tense as he had been questioned

so far his plans had worked well thought a suicide

she had a history of depression

plenty of pills plus the fumes yet guilt lingered on

hated her but knew it was wrong!

 

Was it just that a feeling of regret at the repulsive act

or was there more still felt her near

put aside any nagging doubts opened the garage door

reversed out had to meet his girlfriend

until his wife’s demise was known as his mistress

she would get rid of this stress!

 

Even driving to work became  an increasing problem

never seemed to be alone

at his office computers kept shutting off objects missing

his chair moved and incessant calls

but nobody ever on the other end was getting paranoid

this odd conduct co-workers him did avoid!

 

But the day did come when he swore he saw his dead wife

smelling the perfume she always wore

just before the wheel violently turned and off the road

into a tree at speed the car swerved

an unfortunate accident the police report clearly read

now like his wife he to was dead!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Location!

The location manager from the film company

had been tasked to find a property

and she did in a lonely part of the countryside

which fitted the requirements

uninhabited for years built-in its own grounds

no worry about modern day sounds!

 

Needed for the main set in a television movie

about a serial killers life

just another job finding what they needed

proud of her search skills

satisfied when she fulfilled her part of the plan

and the producer a happy man!

 

The day arrived for the crew to prepare the set

noticing how spacious and isolated

with the stark foreboding house in their sight

but with too much to prepare

got on with the lighting and dressing the set

a deadline for them had to be met!

 

Director and assistants were touring the building

even then while setting up

everybody was jittery and equipment was moved

or damaged inexplicably

experienced technicians were becoming bewildered

as a presence now stirred!

 

The large house was  to be the killers own home

where the murders occurred

it was ideal setting with the drab oppressive feel

what none of them had been told

in bizarre circumstances five people had died here

this fact was not made clear!

 

Actors were brought from make up for rehearsal

it started well until action call

the sound crackled and screaming was recorded

as the main lighting lamp exploded

showering them with hot glass creating a mess

and unbelievable stress!

 

It was only by luck everybody was only shaken

not a single person hurt

as they checked to see if it action had been caught

on the monitors in another room

by the two actors a woman came into the shot

now baffled at what they got!

 

She was certainly not seen by anyone at the time

the building was evacuated

security did a sweep to see if there were intruders

at the bottom of the stairs

heard a thud and cry as if somebody had tumbled

and at the feet were crumbled!

 

Nothing was there though a dark stain appeared

outside the director paced

urgently considering what was their next move

contacting the film’s producer

at that moment from an upper window they saw

a person each felt dread and awe!

 

This was short lived as the window smashed

and a figure hurtled to the ground

it was real one of the crew lay at their feet

assuming everyone was out

in the panic a full head count was not done

not realising a missing one!

 

The film crew had never felt so close before

there was nothing else to do

but cancel the shoot and get away from here

the county authorities called

in tears and shock retreated to the canteen tent

their colleague to lament!

 

From a far as they could be looked at the mansion

a cover now over the body

here for less than a day and filming now stopped

yet already in the director’s mind

this would make a great movie on another day

for now in his mind the idea must stay!

 

A year later the film of a serial killer was completed

becoming a financial success

but the director had himself written another script

researching the horror residence

intending to return it had to be made convincing

any misgivings dismissing!

 

He returned with a new crew and a paranormal team

this time the experience was far more extreme!

 

But that is another story to tell! Did it end well?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Monstrous!

Years after the monstrous events had passed

the buildings a vile reminder

of the atrocities thrust upon an innocent people

nothing stirred no birds sang

not even insects wanted to go anywhere near

only the ghosts were still here!

 

Though empty in a dilapidated condition today

deep depression fills the area

surrounding lands and air stifling oppressive

bombarded by unseen whispers

you are unable to imagine or even comprehend

to such depravity did descend!

 

Seemingly miles of rusting barbed wire fences

guard towers peering down

on long rotting wooden huts many destroyed

brutality treated subhuman

images seen by the world from not so long ago

lessons not learned we know!

 

Here lay the families their last resting place

generations obliterated

denied their birth right a chance to exist

through the tribulations and joy

degradation and death their ghosts remain

of the people who were slain!

 

Onward the butchery of those who want peace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Old Canal Bank!

They thought it was just a large cat on the grass

by the old canal bank

drawing near the object dived into the water

large ripples spread outwards

yet silence remained creating an atmosphere

that deep-seated fear!

 

All seemed so natural the same familiar scene

over the surprise walked on

continuing chatting along the narrow tow path

reaching their favourite seat

facing the murky water the object was again sat

thinking maybe a big rat!

 

How they tried to ignore this persistent entity

there ominously not moving

to their dismay it was soon joined by another

that slid onto the bank

this was definitely bigger it began to slither

as their nerve began to wither!

 

Realising there was danger they began to run

knowing the short cut out

back onto the bustling rush hour town centre

with unprecedented speed

the now visible snake-like creature  attacked

the momentum they lacked!

 

The last to go was caught and swallowed whole

witnessing this appalling event

three friends stumbled away in complete terror

as the smaller beast lunged

tearing at a young girls foot she screamed pain

breaking free before it bit again!

 

Reaching what they hoped was a safe location

stood on the bridge looking down

upon the now tranquil canal below their feet

with no signs or undulations

what were they why had it killed their mate

for him help was too late!

 

Now in and on the canal bank nothing stirred!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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