Before Him!

Before him the road gave way leaving a deep hole

swerving just in time hit the verge

but as he thanked God for his mercy that day

saw the sky light up like a search light

getting out could feel the heat as objects fell

noise hurt his ears as it began to roar

like bombs exploded around where he cowered

fiery meteors from the heavens showered!

 

Not of mankind’s evil and psychotic mind or hands

but an unlimited wrath of the gods

where those who had perpetrated death and carnage

would face the same fate as the innocent

no escape for any living creature as the purge began

before him the earth and sky became one

as no longer could be seen familiar stars nor the sun

as this society’s time it seems was done!

 

Before him witnessed the end yet he knew the rebirth

would come upon the scorched ancient earth!

 

Am I but a story-teller of truth or just of fantasy?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Controlled!

Was she going insane nothing seemed to compute

life controlled by electronic voices

it woke her up at precisely six am every week day

also spoke to her like a human friend

held conversations as she got prepared for work

even the lights and air conditioning

taken care of by Ellen yes even had its own name

they were no longer used for any game!

 

Her car was self driving she would have no idea

how to operate a vehicle they ruled

mankind totally reliant on artificial intelligence

to organise and execute their lives

until she awoke late as the alarm did not sound

no voice to comfort or turn the lights on

so silent and cold just blank screens to observe

this moment her demeanor it did unnerve!

 

The shower was cold even the lift did not function

had to walk down fifteen flights of stairs

the car stood in the parking garage without power

flustered actually went out into the air

nothing moved people wandered about bewildered

nobody use to thinking for themselves

her cell phone was of no comfort to give directions

there were no electronic connections!

 

Far worse was to befall as the first passenger aircraft

dropped out of the sky into buildings

military craft started to enter the streets in force

how they were powered a mystery

crowds started to panic and fighting soon spread

but they were gunned down creating

a stampede of confused souls with nowhere to go

as martial law upon them they did bestow!

 

Like a watcher the young woman witnessed it happen!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Glowing!

Saw a bright object over a distant hillside

as the sun was setting on a warm evening

darkness was closing in slow motion

a few hang gliders had their final flights

the craft seemed to come from nowhere

stationery then it was not there!

 

Staring at nothing as the light blinked out

thinking it was a trick of my vision

but it reappeared once more on the hill

at speed putting on an aerial display

suddenly dark helicopters came into view

pursuing the object that split in two!

 

Intrigued had to get closer did not care

just as the object sped in my direction

followed by these military type aircraft

buzzing me as if to give a warning

then the glow blended back into one

and its show was now done!

 

Becoming bright red went out like a candle

the unmarked choppers this could not handle

hovered for a few seconds then flew away

me awe-struck but what part did they play?

 

What had I witnessed that warm night!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Caressed!

On a humid late August evening

the couple sat on a bench

the sun gave them the spotlight

romance filled their thoughts

until in the skies they witnessed

a plane the air it caressed!

 

To them seemed it had just taken off

yet no sound in their ears

as they felt the surging passion to kiss

the plane stopped in the sky

surely an unimaginable gravity action

now becoming a total attraction!

 

Thoughts of love on a summer’s evening

gone staring in disbelief

was moving backwards how could it be

still there not descending

or crashing upon the township below

minds confused did not know!

 

Nobody else was anywhere to be seen

holding their gaze necks strained

again came to a halt how could this be

moved in a forward motion

speeding up as helicopters approached

unmarked on its space encroached!

 

Within a second became a saucer shape

disappearing as if dissolved

running petrified at this weird sight

what was happening above

an unsolved mystery that is spreading

our future should we be dreading?

 

Increased sightings of strange craft in motion

going against our understanding

what enables them to fly in our atmosphere

are they of extraterrestrial origin

or human intervention hidden from our view

the masses just want to screw!

 

Most unaware of dangers that surrounds them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

A Poltergeist Came haunting!

It was just an ordinary semi-detached house

in the poorer part of the borough

mum and her four children struggled to exist there

but the situation was to get worse

one day without warning a poltergeist came haunting

to the family would become daunting!

 

Bangs and voices seemed to affect the younger sister

tapping in walls and on doors

yet it was claimed nobody was about to create it

shuffling noises objects moving

built the terror for the family coming out the blue

soon a nightmare to live through!

 

As the weeks past the incidents become persistent

the story reached the editor

of a leading national paper who sent a reporter

and photographer to the scene

sceptical at these claims of ghostly phenomenon

rest for them all would be none!

 

While the photographer was present items flew

a small plastic brick hit him

above the right eye brow which bled marbles to

yet on developing nothing seen

the beginning was August nineteen seventy-seven

when the police called the girl eleven!

 

The mother reported furniture had been moved

during a search the police woman

said she was sure a chair had slid across the floor

after trying to recreate the incident

had to admit it was a mystery on what occurred

maybe something unnatural here stirred!

 

So the activity continued onward into another year

an investigator showed interest

he was a member of paranormal research society

drawn to the case as he had lost

a child the same age and name as the troubled girl

all his energy did hurl!

 

Soon a writer came too thinking here was a story

a truly lifelong skeptic

together spent much time keen to investigate

one with true intent and sympathy

the other first for the story but then interested

but their patience would be tested!

 

At times were certain the girls were the creators

moving and hiding objects

even making some of the sounds they were young

they saw the younger girl levitating

also witnessed by a school crossing lady and baker

it was a mind shaker!

 

In total disbelief saw it through a bedroom window

yet many thought it was a hoax

the game changer came when the girl then spoke

in a deep old mans voice

but even then many said it was herself creating it

but the facts did not fit!

 

The voice sounded as clear even after several hours

many recordings were made

eventually said its name was Bill and died in the house

told them he had passed

having a haemorrhage and going blind before he died

in a chair their shock could not hide!

 

Because soon after had a call from the son of this man

confirming it was all true

name where and how his death occurred was accurate

there was pressure applied

a decision made the girl needed a psychiatric assessment

nothing was wrong the final judgement!

 

Though thirty years ago opinions still widely divided

on the truth of this unique case

and is still a mystery that has never been resolved

all the children are still alive

though the activity by late seventy-eight had faded

still not completely ended all felt invaded!

 

An ongoing open question do ghosts and spirits exist

many paranormal minded thinkers persist

finding evidence even the sceptics find hard to scorn

opinions on fact or fiction greatly torn!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Diamond Star!

The recently renovated sailing ship

looked magnificent

as it sailed into the busy seaport

a notorious pirate ship

once its bloody history folklore

on many an island’s shore!

 

Through public and private funds

centuries on pristine

here for its first completed view

and pick up the crew

a chance for many to re-engage

life from a bygone age!

 

Every detail carefully replicated

much was original

creating a realism it was reborn

those who worked

upon her all had that perception

from the conception!

 

This was more than just a project

for good or pure evil

the past had literally come back

to haunt those onboard

most glad to disembark her decks

knowing it was hexed!

 

The owners wanted these thoughts

kept totally quiet

as it came into dock to loud cheers

a girl on the quay

saw a wispy shape upon the mast

the curse was cast!

 

She was in a group of thirty teenagers

on a weeks adventure

A member of a local sea cadet brigade

excited about the trip

along with the others so eager to start

and for the ship to depart!

 

With more waving from all those watching

gracefully it sailed

towards the open sea as they all cheered

similar to long ago

the original maiden voyage leaving port

the atmosphere caught!

 

Diamond star was meant to be a trader

but on her first run

was attacked and captured by pirates

who killed the crew

then had a new vessel for their crimes

even then violent times!

 

During the first few day it went wrong

without warning saw

blood stains appearing on cabin walls

bodies to then faded away

footsteps and voices when nobody there

driving them all to despair!

 

The youngsters becoming very scared

trapped in small spaces

violent unseen hands harming physically

scratching and pushing

down stairways and objects were thrown

trapped in the unknown!

 

Their only chance get to the lifeboats

the senior members

went ahead followed by everyone else

swinging them outward

noticed the helm turning as if controlled

as the sails began to unfold!

 

Ropes and pulleys moving seemingly unaided

the wind was picking up

lowering two lifeboat the teenagers got in

the ship was functioning

as the last of them were safely on the sea

at last felt safe and free!

 

It turned away from them and the Jolly Roger

flapped in the rising wind

disappearing into the distance fading from site

leaving them drifting

unable to comprehend what had taken place

gone without a trace!

 

Being a busy shipping lane were soon rescued

with a tale hard to believe

the Diamond Star had started a new journey

into another dimension

sailed by the pirate crew soon a legend grew

the whole truth nobody ever knew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Evacuees!

The days are always hectic in the capital

offices and shops were open.

Jostled and pushed along in the crowds

as a visiting couple found.

Coming to see an evening show by train

excitement hard to contain.

 

A rare treat to come to the city for a show

wanting to enjoy the sites.

Into the big stores prices high so to browse

having coffee and a meal.

It was still busy but the crowds had receded

down sides streets proceeded.

 

Here there were just a few people and pleasant

strolling at a leisurely pace.

Wanting to observe less commercialised areas

when in front were children.

Like any school party they walked in single file

dressed in clothes of an old style!

 

There was an adult who followed from the back

on the same side as them.

Stopped and turned lined up at the kerb to cross

but no cars were in the street.

But a strange an unnatural chill and no chatter

something that began to matter!

 

It didn’t seem natural to be near silent youngsters

this made them feel scared.

Each had a box around their necks it was familiar

war-time images came to mind.

Visions of young evacuees that were made to leave

this was hard to perceive.

 

Then as each pair reached the opposite pavement

vanished through a solid wall!

After they had gone it became warm and noisy again

heading back into the hub.

Glanced back then up a faded sign said to the station

they went on to their destination!

 

Both still unable to take in what they had witnessed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.