Cell Tower!

He sat rigidly leaning against a high post

head throbbing from the radiation

being omitted by cell tower over his head

could feel the charge and buzzing

in his ears remembering the days long past

when there were none erected

feeling normal with a clear and alert mind

not bad-tempered but kind!

 

Clear skies the air was crisp good to breath

certainly in the countryside at least

season to were defined and lawful society

the towers increased life changed

people began to become sick and change

violence became the normal way

as a craziness amongst the people grew

his sanity was fading he knew!

 

Could see the fires and screams of victims

as the surge of walking dead

searched to kill anybody still unaffected

his thoughts began to link

as his humanity was wiped from his brain

the newly created monster

joined the passing beasts on their task

faces blank like a death mask!

 

Anybody hiding were prey to this fate!

 

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The sensation of a ride on the new attraction

at the theme park was daunting

most others around were very enthusiastic

persuaded to ride the big dipper

not wanting to be classed as scared boarded

on a cell phone my image recorded!

 

Strapped into high-backed seats we climbed

slowly at first until reaching the peak

for a moment relaxed then surged downward

twisting and completing a loop

on its second rollover the train jolted to a stop

violently upside down at the top!

 

Seconds of a stunned silence before screams

as the straps pulled tight supporting

the ten fearful riders on the two precariously

poised carriages preventing them

falling to a certain collision with ground below

feeling it swaying to and fro!

 

That juncture in time you hope would not be

helpless your life could cease

nothing within your power to block your drop

skittish on how the outcome

is resolved so there are no injuries or fatalities

nor any unsuspecting technicalities!

 

Pain discomfort surging blood within the brain

fear of never getting home

seconds seem hours as the crowds increased

as they gorp at you on show

hanging like the latest attraction at the park

your chances growing stark!

 

Rescue services here at long last bodies numb

a creak a disturbing bump

will we crash amongst those gathering far below

turntable ladders close now

being helped from the tight harnesses and seats

back on the ground pulse at normal beats!

 

Reluctantly glance at where you were all trapped

the attitude to life changed evermore

hug between those you feel bonded in adversity

space blankets hot drinks

sympathy and tears crescendo amongst the throng

relief many burst into a spontaneous song!

 

Remembered that death never called your time!

 

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Tightrope!

He was certain that this was the correct tree

said it had been so long

his hair had gone face was wrinkled with age

the handcuffs were tight

but the pain gave him the strength to cope

as he faced the tightrope!

 

Felt no emotion laughed inwardly to himself

the judge had called him insane

that made him well up with anger deep inside

never could relate to other people

a form of pleasure taking their breath away

annoyed he was here today!

 

Had stayed years in a secure mental hospital

content living his perfect dream

wanting for nothing as his victims forgotten

until the doctors said he was sane

the detectives allowed to interview him again

trying to get inside his warped brain!

 

Transferred to a new prison for violent criminals

but it was not his choice of home

able to be pursued to admit what he had done

this was a game he would not play

for he had done nothing wrong was the only reply

that he was a mass murderer did deny!

 

But they persisted coming up with photographs

of his alleged countless victims

one had a familiar face that unsettled his mind

which they spotted the reaction

with more questioning made him at last admit

a connection had to submit!

 

So here he stood before this large sycamore tree

informing them a victim laid below

but it was not true just wanted to get outside

determined he wanted to die

they would never know the secrets of his evil

lifetime mission had to fulfil!

 

Within this depraved being that everybody feared

armed guards accompanied him

as the authorities hoped there was a conclusion

for a family waiting so long

but without any warning he turned aggressive

that went beyond excessive!

 

Taking by surprise held a guard with cuffed hands

crushing the delicate throat

no pleading would make him ever release the grip

with desperate measures was shot

his plan had now been fulfilled silenced forever

the truth to be told never!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

The Forest!

On a winter’s night the group decided

to venture into the forest

it was not far from where they lived

but few wanted to enter

having that uninviting feel being dense

and the size immense.

 

They had all grown up in a nearby town

and fearing all the trees

decided the moment was right to dispel

any unease about the forest

many stories and fables inevitably told

but tonight they felt bold!

 

It had been allowed to grow naturally

as it was privately owned

yet who that was had been a mystery

making this a real adventure

intending to stay the night to explore

any odd noises did ignore!

 

Footpaths started to narrow grass thicken

trees and undergrowth

tangled together like a huge spiders web

their exit sealed behind

but in their enthusiasm could not see

there was nowhere to flee!

 

The temperature was getting warmer

any light had been blocked

now needing their torches struggling

to move a few feet forward

up ahead a building came into view

like a magnet them it drew!

 

A base they thought as there before them

a small cottage true

only a dilapidated shell but at least shelter

on entering were shaken

as several skeletons lay on the dirt floor

not wanting to stay anymore!

 

Back outside were uncertain of what to do

realising they were lost

the trees were more dense and closing in

even the path had gone

that sensation of being trapped mortifying

their laughter turned to crying!

 

Anger ensued as they tried to break through

the matted undergrowth

but it defeated their valiant attempts trying

as it became very cold

their strength weakened they had some food

and water but they were screwed

 

The forest had taken more victims as it was alive

nature here was the master

as vines like snakes with the people did intertwine

slowly absorbing their life force

the  group becoming part of the forest forever

parting from here never!

 

Few dared enter the forest it waited for the foolish!.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Wreckage!

Erected in the centre of a huge hanger it stood

thousands of wreckage pieces

now twisted and burned into many shapes

being carefully reconstructed

on wire frames to assist in the investigation

analyzed to find an explanation!

 

It had taken several months just to get this far

crashing in an actual war zone

the deceased innocent victims not respected

their return too long for families

traumatized even more by this added insult

so many in this conflict caught!

 

The international teams unable to gain access

an unprecedented political block

for such a callous act raising the world tension

with no respect for the dead

holding back the solving of a barbaric crime

the scene degrading with time!

 

It was calculated to be a sophisticated missile

origin and perpetrators queried

no longer of any interest to those who started

their journeys full of excitement

and expectation of reaching their destinations

returning safely back to their relations!

 

Life we know can be so cruel nobody is immune

from what fate or destiny has in store

each day embraced and every second savoured

too much misery fills our planet

only as one surely a short life could be enjoyed

but far too many stare into the void!

 

But can there be more sinister facts to be told

has the truth ever been fully revealed

to the public on stories reported in our news

those images created for us to view

may not be what they seem just an illusion

to divide and generate confusion!

 

Ever my thoughts are with those in mourning

and victims who died with no warning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Experiment!

The sedated patient laid on the trolley

her spine was exposed

a masked gowned figure approached

ready to begin the procedure

in this sterile environment secret lab

she laid still on the slab!

 

A secret facility where an experiment

was just about to proceed

conditions here were of a high standard

the spores could not be tainted

as the spinal needle was inserted to inject

the contents they had to protect!

 

The space between the vertebrae was located

the fine sharp needle entered

piercing the dura contents slowly expelled

into the female spinal fluid

roughly onto her back to await the reaction

the first muscle contraction!

 

More victims lay in cubicles just abandoned

or were due to be used

hideously deformed from the failed research

but their latest victim

was different for she had seemed to accept

the alien blood did not reject!

 

Putting her into a locked and padded cell

with cameras at every angle

observing each movement every twitch

success they knew was close

not knowing what the hours would bring

or outcome of DNA splicing!

 

Physically the woman was still beautiful

at that moment calm

chemical receptors were at hyper mode

her reflexes became rapid

unable to counteract arising aggression

their work was an obsession!

 

With incredible strength at high-speed

she fled into barren countryside

leaving a scene devastation and carnage

a deadly new species created

nothing now could stop it from evolving

no longer hope of resolving!

 

Unstoppable the hybrid went on the rampage

another scientific failure out of control!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Tunnel!

A few foundation stones and a railway tunnel

leading to the once thriving town

was all that remained of this lost community

then the mine was working

floods and torrential rain had taken that away

they perished in mud and clay!

 

Woodlands had grown over where families lived

the tunnel was all that survived

yet something lingered within the dank interior

where few ventured to come

except those intrigued by the recurring events

so frightening and intense!

 

In the tunnel the investigators walked through

every step enhanced ten fold

those stories they listened to and read about

the murder that had occurred

the train derailing passing through the tunnel

acting for the floods like a funnel!

 

A man struck from behind and fell from above

on land towering over the entrance

in the chaos nobody ever caught for the crime

it was said the place was cursed

always thought was a victim of the derailment

until to the police it was sent!

 

An Anonymous letter admitting guilt never traced

this added more to the mystery

how much fact or fiction they hoped to unravel

this during their short stay

the wind whistled through a sound like a stone

from above them was thrown!

 

The two prepared for the long nights investigation

cameras set in strategic positions

one stayed in the tunnel the other roamed woods

where many were swept away

thinking a figure would jump from behind a tree

as lights nearby she could see!

 

But arriving at the scene nothing was visibly there

except some kind of animal tracks

rustling from behind her became more intense

like the patter of small feet

another moving light that resembled staring eyes

was that a baby’s cries?

 

Unable to stay there any longer headed for base

intent on watching the pictures

being received on screens connected to these six

on the one by the tunnel entrance

she saw a shadow pass on the wall directly ahead

her partner actually saw it too

walking in the tunnel  nobody was perceived

being excited and relieved!

 

He thought he heard the pleading cry of a child

before arriving at their base

but that never ending wind still spiralled through

so much evidence to review

packing up the equipment both pleased to leave

a presence they could not conceive!

 

Driving away in the rear view mirror saw a mist rise

the tunnel seemed to disappear

shapes mingled in the dark grey swirl possibly debris

passing the faded town sign post

just as the welcoming hazy sunlight began to show

the thoughts of the night began to grow!

 

They were not alone an unseen entity had joined them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Brick Wall!

The couple thought it must be cheaper

modernise in their own design

as the debts started getting steeper

then no indication or sign

but unable to find one at the right price

just the thought was very nice.

 

Weeks passed wondering if they’d find

their home to renovate

or how their lives would be maligned

and what kind of state

somebody had a property for sale

was this the end of the trail?

 

From the first viewing they truly loved it

and set about their task

though in the basement had to admit

each had to wear a mask

an unpleasant smell lingered there

but couldn’t find where!

 

The drains it was thought the cause

not easy having to stay here

to save every penny couldn’t pause

but the fun began to disappear

a brick wall blocked their progress

and did look grotesque!

 

Deciding to finish the rest of the house

before starting on the wall

noticing tapping sounds in the night

below a shadow did crawl

they went down stairs hearing a cry

scary they could not deny!

 

Loud scratching noises were very clear

coming from the basement

with joint trepidation both did peer

not wanting to make a descent

but felt impelled to solve the enigma

a mystery here did stir!

 

Petrified found themselves  standing

in front of the brick wall

a sledgehammer there demanding

a powerful urge it must fall

hidden strength made the man strike

what her laid they did dislike?

 

Reeling back in disgust and disbelief

two decomposing bodies sat

even they felt overwhelming grief

no way expecting that

soon it was another major crime scene

a dream that might have been!

 

The house remains the bricks still lay

from the wall today

the mystery remains who they were

as strange things still occur!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Security!

Security was not tight staff numbers very low

nobody saw them go in

an unlocked gate that was not secure

a camera not checked

the suspects just walked in unobserved

nothing was seen or heard!

 

Upon their backs suspicious brown rucksack’s

no soul around to challenge

this action would bring so much regret

as several hours later

in the railway carriage their bombs discharged

they would never be charged!

 

No discrimination for any of those injured or killed

from different backgrounds

hopelessness added to the chemicals in the air

silence followed the bang

the innocence of the victims and their kin

the aftermath would now begin!

 

No words spoken in the victim’s eyes despair

with a blank searching Stare!

 

The Foureyed Poet.