Marks!

It was a new experience living in tranquil peace

of the countryside no traffic or neighbours

retired from the city of violence and corruption

he awoke that first day mid-morning

no longer on the tube heading for his office nice

to retire and have a life great advice!

 

The downside recently divorced an expensive time

yet was glad the dog came to

always got on better with Betsy his beloved Alsatian

who had been noisy in the night

after loudly barking had then joined me on the bed

on my pillow placed her head!

 

Too  tired to be roused or concerned with her warning

but surprised at the whimpering

that made me sense she had been scared by something

sitting up she jumped down

gave me that look to follow with trepidation complied

where was she guiding me felt petrified!

 

The pure air and landscape hit me a wonderful feeling

this was short lived as Betsy guided me

to my SUV where the damage to the bonnet was clear

deep gouged marks had ripped it apart

she snarled from a distance but would not go near

what formidable entity was living here?

 

At this moment I stand next to Betsy on my cell phone

recording the image and words as proof

that something fearsome co-exists in the wilderness

there are no tracks on the ground

nor signs or sounds that could give me any evidence

that feeling of being watched grows more intense!

 

The badly damaged phone was found by a friend

concerned he could not make contact

an intense search was carried out of the vast area

nothing was found of the man or dog

though the locals knew the legend of the beast

that upon flesh it did seek to feast!

 

Or could there be an even deeper unsolved mystery?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Watching!

Just sitting watching the traffic flow

for a second everything became slow

thought must be tired after last night

recently had eyes tested were alright

did not notice anything more until

my girlfriend seemed not to stay still!

 

Assuring me she was static looking at me

could not understand why this did not see

then after that everything became so crazy

for me each day living started to be hazy

worried that maybe I was going mad

with these events it could only be bad!

 

It made me question the reality we live in

those nagging doubts of society did begin

are we part of an endless electronic game

from then on nothing ever seemed the same

what is the truth of this Earth we inhabit

with a sickening dread where do we all fit?

 

Is this growing trepidation only in my imagination?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Trance!

Sat before me as if in a trance those eyes

so black deeply sunk

every movement just glared with intent

as if possessed by something

that disturbing realisation it could exist

with us all did coexist!

 

That helplessness you could do nothing

filled your being with trepidation

he did not seem aware of my presence

backed away in anticipation

more was forthcoming his face distorted

his body now contorted!

 

Yelling obscenities launched himself off a chair

attacking a man eating close by

bouncing on the cafe floor hitting out fiercely

several men tried to pull him off

but could not hold or wrench this man away

his victims complexion turned grey!

 

Eventually restrained when the police arrived

as cutlery began to fly through the air

customers around were shaken at his actions

began to think some kind of possession

the premises destroyed and windows shattered

those present bruised and battered!

 

Had to be carried by at least six to a waiting van

as it came the evil energy left

those within from then on were totally fearful

for this was an enigma

none had experienced before in their lifetime

within the air was a mutant enzyme!

 

That would soon cause the destruction of man

as it was absorbed into the population

nobody was immune from its horrific effects

so much speculation of its origin

it was said an act of god for our immorality

disdain for life brutality and criminology!

 

There was a deep seated dread this was wrong

had to be a far more sinister origin

the facts concealed in videos films and song

most seem blase to the truth within!

 

Many predictions of doom how would this plot end?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

House! The Beginning!

Alone neglected the house was stark

empty for years unwelcome icy cold

silent nothing moved it looked dark

with a faded sign reading house sold

whether night or day there is no telling

what was in this despicable dwelling!

 

Noises had often been heard from inside

even the stagnant air had a foul smell

what did this house have within to hide

could it be another gateway to hell

oozing evil this was an abomination

they entered with a deep trepidation!

 

Trees were rotten everything had died

yet these fools still the house defied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Expression!

There was no expression on his unshaven face

no hint of what he would do

in the queue of a small busy provincial bank

to any trained observer

he was a suspicious character up to no good

rigid like a piece of wood!

 

It was if he was waiting for a particular moment

those by him started retreating

as if an instinct was warning them of a danger

from beneath his raincoat

menacingly brought out a twelve bore shot-gun

hitting a man trying to run!

 

Pushing customers aside who had not moved

pointed the weapon at the cashier

there were no security glass she faced a gun

aimed directly at her head

somehow keeping calm as he told her to fill

money sacks close to her till!

 

Grabbed the bags then fled towards the exit

a female accomplice remained

creating a diversion as security went to fire

racing through the sliding door

just as the alarm was raised by the shaken staff

safe let out a  triumphant laugh.

 

Briskly walking to a selected skip opening lid

took out a large hold all

from it removed a jacket put the money in

within seconds proceeded

with a changed image headed to the station

but still had trepidation.

 

Not wanting to be overconfident it went well

no sign of being followed

meeting his partner in crime and lovely wife

at a prearranged rendezvous

relaxing on the train hoping she was all right

their re-union always a delight.

 

On arrival at the seaside hotel it was too quiet

she had been compromised

keeping from view saw her waiting  nervously

a dark car outside watching

expecting this could happen he called a cab

with the intent his lady to nab!

 

knowing what to do came slowly out and walked

close to the hotel wall

saw the taxi arrive as she passed the door opened

a hand clutched her arm

and was now with her husband and drove away

to commit a crime another day!

 

His expression now showed plenty of emotion!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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