News outlets!

The news outlets onslaught accelerated

making us feel ever inferior

with stories of perpetual destruction

reports of endless warfare

unsettling and dividing our opinions

and continuous attacks

even our neighbours began to mistrust

as disturbing images on us thrust!

 

With increasing threats of society collapse

pollution low energy resources

because of mankind’s vast overpopulation

stories of evil overlords planning

to eliminate vast numbers of the population

an alien invasion was immanent

tsunamis and earthquakes rapidly increased

blitz on humanity never ceased!

 

Millions oblivious wrapped up in the technology

artificial intelligence ruled

the electromagnetic fields surrounded us all

there was no work to do

yet there was a complete control no freedom

a growing anxiety of existing

anger and rebellion disrupted the false order

once more in human history disorder!

 

That overwhelming instinct of dissent exploded

as the belief in authority was again eroded!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory or a possibility?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Swindon A Town!

There was a town once so neatly small

now has become an urban sprawl

creeping onwards on once green land

destroyed by humans greedy hand

a nightmare for nature and all mankind

what can or can’t be done isn’t defined

parts of the town destroyed not replaced

empty office blocks the region defaced

our historic buildings are allowed to rot

that seems like a planners evil plot

industrial sites mushroom all around

pollution increases pound by pound

traffic is choking the towns byways

gone forever it seems happy days

technology is forging its way ahead

is it a wonder or something to dread

my home town has changed for me

the countryside is much harder to see

everybody moves around so fast

truly would prefer to be in the past!

onward the town creeps on virgin land

with poor design the place is bland!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Consider!

Did not consider age was the problem

had made many mistakes

never made much money scraped by

sat back watching the rat race

those around worked hard to achieve

for rewards of success to receive!

 

Must have material wealth a big house

all the gadgets latest styles

keeping that good life ticking along

you and your family a priority

ever reliant on electronic technology

their religion no more theology!

 

Ruled by unseen masters they obeyed

as their lives were absorbed

into a false reality society no longer free

where their thoughts were mimicked

by rapidly expanding artificial intelligence

few could see that was immense!

 

With fake stories bombarding their minds

manipulated into believing

whatever were told was the whole truth

drawn into a false security

life was eroded but those who complied

with authorities did not collide!

 

The world fragmented the elite thrived

more now found it hard to cope

on the ledge of disaster we are perched

being uncertain of coming days

the atomic clock draws near to the hour

who has that ultimate power?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

The Shelter!

The shelter stood on a country road

like a wooden covered hut

several bodies had been found inside

as if they had fallen asleep

there was no light the bulb long blown

not a place to be on your own!

 

Just passing made your being shudder

hoping you would never

wait for a bus in that dilapidated shack

or even breakdown either

accidents to often happened in its shade

animals there never strayed!

 

Locals well aware of legendary dangers

but tourists often stopped here

besides those who were deeply morose

it had a fascination with them

nowhere else did such a shelter exist

as the deaths here did persist!

 

In the last century few had researched

upon this spot a hanging post

before this a sacrificial altar was thought

to be on this very cursed blot

but whether you really believed it or not

the facts read like a very dark plot!

 

To this day the shelter still bleakly stands

those who tried to investigate

could not find an answer yet felt morose

in and around the structure

in the modern days of high technology

had no clues to this mythology!

 

There is so much in this realm unknown!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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.

 

 

Split Second!

In a split second there had been an explosion

here he stood on the edge of a drop

his office had just disintegrated where he sat

no warning of the impending disaster

fire a major hazard as he struggled to survive

hoping his world would not crash dive!

 

There had been several loud explosions within

yet as he desperately searched

to reach the emergency exits heard the noise

saw helicopters with no insignia

hovering as if observing the carnage unfold

the event planned and controlled!

 

He had not heard of any warnings of an attack

as the smoke and dust billowed

becoming hard to breath in these toxic fumes

vision was limited as at last

headed down the stairwell of the office block

another explosion made it rock!

 

Fire rescue met the small group he had joined

in their long perilous descent

from ninetieth level to the upper ground floor

fearing they would not make it

with help made their way to a triage base unit

where traumatized could sit!

 

Heard the emergency services discussing openly

the destruction that surrounded

the once large commercial and banking complex

some said they had seen missiles

others certain military type unmarked aircraft

facts withheld as news was broadcast!

 

Though the official line was terrorist aggression

a unified statement was issued

with film of planes melting like butter into steel

such loss of life everything changed

conflicts division misery and terror zoomed

technology in our lives mushroomed!

 

Truth had no meaning anymore as advertising

through every electronic outlet

guided our way of thinking in certain directions

we believed what they wanted

as evil could be peddled on a massive world stage

emotions easily raised to hatred and rage!

 

That young businessman delved into what occurred

never any history of depression

his mind opened to secret societies and practices

just wanting the truth and honesty

ten years after that apocalyptic event he was dead

depressed could not face life it was said!

 

What transpired did he find out more than he should!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stark Hangar!

In the large hanger starkly it had been positioned

for an all round inspection

uncannily undamaged this awesome singular craft

being reverse engineered

on a specially constructed frame for investigation

trying to find an explanation!

 

It had taken days to secretly deliver it to the base

crashing in an isolated zone

three deceased occupants one barely alive

were eventually retrieved

the special ops unit themselves were traumatized

when their mission was realized!

 

From this unexpected craft that fell from the stars

many benefits and dark projects

would be developed on an unsuspecting earth

to the outside world it did not exist

just another science fiction tale for devotees

for their imaginations to please!

 

They knew it was real and could not be fooled

the secret of the alien craft

hidden in some isolated non-existent base

the public without a clue

of the developing technology we should fear

that could ravage our damaged sphere!

 

An escalation of these events maybe in progress

a conclusion our liberty to dispossess?

Many questions that may never be exposed

and life as we know it foreclosed!

 

Starting with a spacecraft in the Stark Hangar!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Sinkhole!

Outside of the desert camp gates

a sinkhole had appeared

during the long cold dark night

their entrance blocked

patrols at the perimeter fence

found cracks so immense!

 

Anybody within were trapped

the only way out fly

but there were no helicopters

nobody knew the cause

deep concern a secret facility

it was an act of hostility!

 

Who was the enemy contact lost

communications down

alone in the middle of a desert

an unseen enemy close

vibrations beneath their feet

with nowhere to retreat!

 

How any invaders could penetrate

or attack undetected

a dark project non-existent site

caused a major threat

no time to initiate self destruct

the project was fucked!

 

Blasts grew louder from below

the ground they stood on

disintegrated as the craft rose

cylindrical and metallic

slowly emerged from the debris

leaving behind the frenzy!

 

From the small sinkhole it grew

until everything imploded

those few soldiers who survived

helplessly watched

as in silence and blink of an eye

it vanished into the sky!

 

The leaders were far from amused

the stolen technology

could lead to the their downfall

those mighty paymasters

defeated by their doomsday device

mankind paying the price!

 

Could such a scenario really happen?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Deception!

Is every thing that we see a deception

or maybe hear and feel

can we believe everything we are told

how easy to create fantasy

images that can be easily manipulated

our thoughts infiltrated!

 

Virtual reality is this our true existence

perpetual conflicts around us

concept of flat earth a renewed theory

aliens amongst us who rule

evil rather than good for those in control

they who never had a soul!

 

Dark governments with classified projects

creating unexplained sightings

witnessing more strange events in our skies

with increasing bad weather

programmes depicting the planets end game

with nobody taking the blame!

 

Conspiracies and false information spread

advanced technology invented

decades ago hidden from the population

weapons manufactured diseases

when it’s often said what really is out there

of the truth who is aware?

 

For us all here is this life a deception?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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