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.

 

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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.

 

 

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.

 

Perpetual!

Perpetual wars ravage the battered ground

graves littered with the bones

of billions of corpses with countless tales

each could tell of their misery

harrowing demise through the carnage

of ever fed human rage!

 

Easily led and guided through their traditions

beliefs by convincing leaders

able to cultivate the hate and violence within

assistants given to promote

inflaming conflicts so they  rapidly expand

to once peaceful and friendly land!

 

Poverty covers large parts of a weary earth

scared with the warfare

as the environment adds to the desperation

a cataclysmic scenario nears

as the mega rich in their mighty towers rule

oversee us so arrogant and cruel!

 

What is the truth that surely has yet to be told

what deceptions existed

that we have assumed were honestly authentic

what is there actually to fear

as each day brings another unnerving suspicion

society heads towards decomposition!

 

Resources dwindling the population on overload

communications expanding

not for the reconciliation of a peaceful civilisation

as death and warfare boosted

technology advancing faster than we understand

life now for most is no wonderland!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Is There Somebody There?

That light touch you feel or temperature drop

uneasy sensations you are not alone

interpreted as possibly a ghost is close by you

maybe the slamming of a door

your heart races that chill shoots up the spine

is it really a paranormal sign?

 

Is there anybody there words very often spoken

what would you do if it said yes

thinking naturally nobody was with anyway

intruders would not let you know

has any ghosts you can recall spoken this way

their presence never want to display!

 

I am sure most have heard unrecognisable noises

this is scary in your own home

most sounds are part of the fabric going unnoticed

some make you become alert

imagination can make you anxious of the unknown

and seeds of fear are overblown!

 

Many believe and are certain to have made contact

with those who have died recently

or long ago either family or spirits they do not know

there are different views on belief

are some people sensitive and psychically connect

and others this notion reject!

 

For the growing teams of paranormal investigators

spread throughout every nation

nothing has been resolved with endless hauntings

with more questions than answers

as more technology is involved to find the proof

will sceptics want to find the truth?

 

I am a sceptic honestly is there somebody there?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Experts!

The experts stood pondering over the plans

of this non existing facility!

Uncertain of how to penetrate its defences

designed to be impregnable.

Fully aware the self destruct was triggered

how to get in they figured?

 

Not for concern of the staff trapped far below

information in a black ops vault!

Had to be manually retrieved now at any cost

and advanced alien technology!

Where classified experiments were conducted

and space craft reconstructed!

 

Contact was lost so the urgency rose to red alert

what was happening below?

As special teams prepared to force their way in

time was rapidly running out!

The clock was against this highly risky mission

nearing destruction by nuclear fission!

 

Within this underground complex was turmoil

captured alien beings had escaped!

And were in total control intent on escaping

they started the chain reaction!

Eradicating their technology before it was used

that mankind had abused!

 

From space one large craft came rapidly down

leaving the cloaked mother ship!

Executed with precision and complete secrecy

communications not detected.

The aliens emerged through a remote air vent

as special forces made their descent!

 

The craft landed and the group quickly boarded

almost instantly it was gone!

Time had run out for the assault team and staff

there was a huge detonation.

Seismic activity spread for thousands of miles

never to be found in any files!

 

The truth would never be told!

It was not the only facility !

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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