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On the prom, in chairs of similar design
actors, support artists and crew.
Chatted in between takes as the sun shone
around the The Cafe' television set.
In a seaside town they each came together
that day it was unsettled weather.

The atmosphere was friendly nobody left out
congenial conversation not forced.
That created the mood for a great shoot
as a new comedy series was made.
On the seafront with a train ride there
passers by were everywhere.

Actors were also rehearsing another scene
under a canopy while it rained.
Fascinated I watched and laughed as well
feeling part of that moment.
In this privileged spot to observe first hand
by the sea close to the sand.
The Foureyed Poet.
Being a small part of a new TV series. The Foureyed Poet.
Into the cinema complex they crowded
excited at seeing the horror movie.
One couple had a foreboding sensation
entering through the glass doors!
Eager to enjoy the brand new complex
their situation was vex!

They had not been in here ever before
never encountering this oppression.
Quickly that packed area soon thinned out
as the ticket staff let them in.
Each screen room was rapidly filled
a new concept in horror was billed!

Noises like chains rattling behind
certain they had seen monsters!
Trying to laugh it off as only imagination
making their way to a screening.
But to afraid to enter even open the door
something creaked on the floor!

Retreating back to where they had come
not a soul was in the entrance!
Rapid movements seem to be in the shadows
as a creatures lunged at them!
Terrible screams which way to run
not their idea of fun.

A sudden crescendo of noise and blind panic.
as ****** people came into sight!
Flesh torn bodies they were being pursued
by werewolves with a hunger!
Three D images coming from every angle.
hundreds in a nightmare tangle!

The friends nearly trampled into the carpet
as zombies ravaged nearby.
Fearing for their lives trapped in the mayhem
heading for the exit.
From video game machines soldiers appeared
the whole situation was wierd!

They went after all the surrounding creatures
smashed the glass and let them out1
As all the chaos spilled onto the forecourt
there was a blue haze and silence.
The friends were standing in the cinema carpark
one had a premonition so stark!

Looking at the poster of the horror movie
they thought it best not to go in!

The Foureyed Poet.
What if you had a premonition how would you react? The Foureyed Poet.
On that clump of rising grass and dirt
classed in history as a hill.
Through endless battles lives were lost
today this you could not tell.
A monument left for those who perished
a history that's cherished.

Not just an empty unmarked mound
but a central point.
It to could have been a long range beacon
visible from great distances.
Lay lines crossing below the earth's face
guiding alien craft from space.

A fort that in early centuries manned
to repel the invading foe.
Yet today families dog owners and walkers
enjoy the green town park.
Not burdened with tarmac or obstructions
to upset or cause any disruptions.

Here you can believe anything can be true
from the setting sun to the morning dew.

The Foureyed Poet.
There are ares of land that set the imagination racing! The Foureyed Poet.
Hidden behind the huge music festival
are areas where the wealthy stay!
No cheap tents or smelly toilets for them
they have luxury motor homes.
Air conditioning and laid down track
never wet clothes on their back!

In this part a mystery unfolded
as a death was discovered!
Reasons not given of what happened
while the music played on.
Those with too much money and fame
carried on their visibility game!

Orchestrating what they want you to see
fed from their publicity machine.
Thinking each is more important than the other
those with little give them the most!
What does go on out of the general publics eye
floating in a world of the living lie!

Is a music festival the place to be seen?

The Foureyed Poet.
I never knew music festivals were places the rich and famous wanted to be seen at! The Foureyed Poet.
Facing that massive audience on the big stage
gave him that overwhelming dignity.
Struggling for how many years hard to recall
sheer willpower and that passion.
To develop his act as a singer who cared
for the many fans this night he shared!

Before he started he could hardly breath
such a loud roar hit his entire being!
Energizing and making this experience complete
the mass of colour and sound.
No short cuts on reality type talent shows
he himself suffered the highs and lows!

This the pinnacle of his own success
nerves aside this moment to cares!

The Foureyed Poet.
Could this be how a singer may feel in front of the many fans? The Foureyed Poet.
Countless witnesses saw them materialize
in the late evening skies.
Not any type of planes seen before
no earthly flying machines!
About six is what seemed perfectly clear
each coming uncomfortably near.

Other sightings reported but not like these
a dazzling display as one dived.
Crashing with an explosion then ball of fire
fire engines were deployed.
Tackling the immense blaze they were puzzled
being told any talk was muzzled.

Damping the hot embers they found creatures
never seen here before!
Alive on the burning scorched ground.
small with big red eyes.
Clawed hands and horns on the head.
were they something to dread?

The firemen captured one in a net
what was happening here?
They took it to the hospital injured
not wanting to touch.
Medical staff repulsed at its vision
what could be done the decision!

The other lights went out and were gone
a curfew then imposed.
Stories were rife of devils in the wild
the government denied it was so!
Mistaken identity the reason given
once again the truth hidden!

From the start the military took over
like Roswell facts changed quickly!
Reliable sources gagged or somehow died
rumors of a plane taking evidence
Out of the country to a specific destination
adding disturbing speculation!

So the mystery deepens what is going on
people know something is wrong!

WHAT!

As these were likely the alien crafts cargo
not the crew so the conspiracy will grow!

The Foureyed Poet
Are there aliens already here? How much longer can it be covered up or denied/ The Foureyed Poet.
That sweet scent wafted in the warm breeze
the moment before we met.
From then on my life was changed
love came with your perfume.
Each of my emotions in hyper drive
until then not alive.

Your perfume was so intoxicating
a doting slave I became.
One direction to achieve your attention
passion drew me under it's spell.
This energy and intensity could not last
one day a shadow was cast!

I became yesterdays man brushed away
when somebody else was snared.
Like me the perfume pulled them within
my heart shattered as I watched.
Another laying prostrate at your feet
no way could I take defeat.

Jealousy never far from the passion of love
not caring when I sighted you.
Unable to control my basic human instincts
attacking forcibly my rival.
Feeling betrayed and the only one hurt
soon my body would hit the dirt!

Standing here a noose around my neck
guilty of deeply loving you!
Even as the trap door beneath me is released
the perfume will linger always.
Never regretting that deep emotional ride
you will be with me inside!

Love and jealousy unceasing like your perfume!

The Foureyed poet.
How far will some go for love. When jealousy rears its ugly head? The Foureyed Poet.
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