Me! But Part Of The Whole!

Me but a part of the whole

billions just one soul

my one passion is to write

if only for my delight

though few may ever view

to me must to be true

wanting to share what I see

love you to join me

in a very corrupt society

filled with an anxiety

constantly under a threat

of death and debt

conspiracy theories abound

millions does confound

what is the real truth of life

that fills us with strife?

 

Me just a unit of humanity

fighting for his sanity

each day a new beginning

our earth is spinning

we have always been told

most with the idea sold

this crazy society observe

myself it does unnerve

what out there should we fear

the dangers so very near

do you feel the pressure rise

as they try to demoralize

what is reality and what is not

what is the actual plot?

Me! But Part Of The Whole!

TheFoureyedPoet.

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Descend!

Felt very nervous as the airliner approached

the large busy international airport

relieved that we had all survived the ordeal

the other passengers also shaken

but the ordeal was certainly far from its end

as the aircraft began to descend!

 

A long haul flight from a popular destination

started as another routine trip

three hundred passengers happily got on board

filled with many different thoughts

sitting with the usual hassle and lots of chatter

now every moment for them did matter!

 

Arriving ten hours late at its European destination

fuel was at a critically low-level

had seen the silver metallic object at close quarter

flying closely along side the plane

that sharp turn as the pilots tried to avoid a collision

just missing with luck or precision!

 

Then the violent bang as eventually they impacted

luggage and passengers thrown

through the cabin with a destructive turbulent force

leaving many injured and petrified

but worse was to come when we fell from the skies

cabin pressure gone the awful cries!

 

The captain sounded calm as he warned us all

of the collision and rapid fall

telling us to brace ourselves the staff assisted

oxygen masks dropped into sight

as the end of our lives seemed an inevitability

totally exposing our vulnerability!

 

Our fate was certainly not in any human hands

as an engine burst into flames

and we all were thrust to the right as a voice

came emotionless over the intercom

to prepare for impact then we hit the runway

as spiritual came into play!

 

There was no fuel left we had recently been told

the only reason we did not fry

as it broke into two pieces the screaming stopped

the grating noise of metal on tarmac

pounded our bodies and minds we must perish

leaving those behind we cherish!

 

From utter despair and acceptance of our demise

the craft was now at a standstill

somehow the crew managed to open the doors

emergency shoots quickly deployed

and if by magic we were in the main terminal

battered shaken but relief discernible!

 

There had been no fatalities but many injured

as we all sat and stood dazed

men in black suits came with armed soldiers

confronted us with an ultimatum

that what had happened was an engine fault

a tragedy in which you were caught!

 

This would be in the official report to follow

if anybody veered from this line

they would visit them the consequences grave

with that clear threat departed

even though we knew it was a metallic UFO

the outside world would never know!

 

Defying their warning was determined to tell

now in fear listened for the doorbell!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

A Glance!

It was just his glance of disapproval

at the dangerous maneuver

noticed in the split second exchange

the figure behind the wheel

certainly did not look of human origin

leaving a knotted feeling within!

 

For a moment pondered aliens are real

could not shake the dread

growing paranoia inside him simmered

could they be amongst us

looking like us so origin not to recognise

our form just a disguise!

 

Depicted in countless science fiction films

most taking it as entertainment

but this encounter had for the first time

created that worrying possibility

that actors were portraying on the screen

real off world beings in each scene!

 

Hysterical at that thought stopped stressed

deciding it must be imagination

but could not shake the imprinted image

his secure existence dented

observing with scrutiny everybody he met

always now a little suspect!

 

From deep inside he knew they were here

the threat to mankind Severe!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forest Park!

A large forest park was spread over many miles

flush green flora covered large areas

natural open land preserved for public pleasure

nothing out of place to the naked eye

except for pipes covertly situated all around

upon the artificially cultivated ground!

 

An allusion to hide the storage base underneath

where advanced technology hidden

ready for coming predicted conflict for mankind

one of many strategically located

as daily life trundled on with an innocent mindset

oblivious of the dangerous hidden threat!

 

That day did come a shaking of the earth below

in the towns and villages enveloped

assumption was this must be an earthquake

but at that moment could not see

the park was opening exposing what was below

as the tremor did violently grow!

 

Though soon it clear as strange craft emerged

as a worldwide alert had been sent

an invasion of unidentified incoming alien ships

the secret defensive plan initiated

as the peaceful scene became a movie nightmare

in real three D the public were now aware!

 

In disbelief the people of the world had discovered

what had been hidden from them

that coded messages from invasion blockbusters

depicting countless alien attacks

was a warning of the real events that would arise

from different dimensions and open skies!

 

Soon the many other untold secrets would be known!

 

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.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warfare!

Warfare in the twenty-first century

brought on a bigger threat.

Weapons to obliterate mankind

many stand on the line.

Antagonists looking at each other

once called them brother!

 

Tension was high no more rifles

or small cannons to fire.

But huge deadly arsenals ready

without a second thought.

To wipe whole civilisations away

for domination to display!

 

Never ending conflicts few remember

those times of peace.

Refuges constantly torn from homes

and the threat of violence.

Disrupting chances to bloom and grow

natural balances cannot flow!

 

Often many opposing forces are on alert

each thinking they are right.

Glaring at radar screens from a distance

as the ground is mined.

Lives forever lost as time drifts onward

where nobody wants accord!

 

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.

Moon!

In an observatory the telescope was pointed

to view earth’s moon

objects were seen coming from the dark side

like flashes of intense light

each seemed to arc towards our small planet

how could this threat be met?

 

Alarmed at these unexplained close sightings

contacting other observatories

who had also seen the busy UFO activity

what could they do

panic spread in the scientific community

what could the phenomena be?

 

Fearful this could be the awaited invasion

a prediction widely held

not just amongst the general population

but also major nations

who in public denied aliens really existed

just imagination they insisted!

 

The moon was so near they nervously gazed

each agency could only wait

hours passed turning into many weeks

yet nothing came into range

these craft were still coming and going

as the tension was growing!

 

Space telescopes and spy tracking satellites

came up totally blank

this was no comfort without clear answers

a threat it could leak

reporters sensed a major crisis being muted

any information polluted!

 

But as the media began to realise the danger

events rapidly took over

security communication systems failed

a silent enemy approached

a defence friend could be quiet no more

telling me the score!

 

Sitting in a deep bunker with the privileged few

as an overwhelming enemy

had attacked the population without warning

and now control earth

sadness filled my heart at this dark hour

as now here I cower!

 

There is a resistant force have just been told

but the aliens are ruthless

my intention is to try and make contact soon

to link up with them

this is my planet to we cannot let them win

my journey will soon begin!

 

Hope my messages somehow will get heard

let me be your link

giving any intelligence that can be released

to keep you informed

my pray’s go to the resistance force out there

please take care!

 

Must sign off for now as the airwaves are monitored!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Agent On The Tube!

The London tube it was busier on this night

than usual after the shows.

More like the chaotic commuter crush

being pushed into the carriage.

Such smart attire he felt very overdressed

squashed like being caressed.

 

No ordinary traveller on this London tube

an undercover agent on duty.

A threat of an attack had been reported

two suspects identified.

Having one of them in his sight he was cool

this guy looked no fool!

 

The agent was armed in case of a confrontation

for now could only observe.

Uncertain of this man’s next movements

two stops later he followed him off.

And about to meet with the other suspect

their plan about to connect!

 

Up the long escalators through the crowds

it was hard to follow.

Clearly watchful and careful of his route

realizing the chance of surveillance.

Then saw the second person slowly emerge

but there was a crowd surge.

 

Informing his superiors of the situation by radio

had to say he’d lost the target.

Told to stand down the operation was lost

but found out it was a false alarm!

Decided not to waste the chance for the break

an opportunity he would take.

 

That night he had a good time a rare event

but it was short lived.

As early the following day he had a call

positive information received.

An assassination plot was being planned

he’d been put in command!

 

None of us know what mortal dangers surround

or what agencies our streets pound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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