Saturday, March 6, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
ASLEEP IN SIZE NINES by John Townsend
too many to grasp
locked in a cold
cell of ice.
Unknown existance
a traveller from afar
suddenly stops travelling
he is going nowhere.
Fictious person
without an ID
DNA non existant
who can he be,
no fingerprints
or colour in eyes
just blue skinned
cold in the ice.
Only his shoes tell a story
they are size nine
and come from The Shoe Factory.
Who is the person
face peering through ice
only thing we know
is he wore size nines.
Friday, February 26, 2010
LONELY INSIDE by John Townsend
LONELY INSIDE
Its not that I am trying to hide
I just do not know
whats going on
inside,
troubled of heart
torn apart from
and heaven knows
thats how it goes,
thats how it goes.
Sleep I would
but it stays away,
lonely inside
that is me
lonely inside
you cannot see,
no on can see
only me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRqcuoRn-A0
Its not that I am trying to hide
I just do not know
whats going on
inside,
troubled of heart
torn apart from
and heaven knows
thats how it goes,
thats how it goes.
Sleep I would
but it stays away,
lonely inside
that is me
lonely inside
you cannot see,
no on can see
only me.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Trying to Hide by John Townsend
Trying to Hide by John Townsend
I sit alone
wondering why
is it because
inside I want to hide.
I smile at this nonsense
from who or what
then a voice in my head
tells me its you
you fool.
Mirrors and cameras
how we are seen
not by ourselves
we just dream.
Mirrors and cameras
others eyes on me
I am to them
not what I am to me.
A frontal mask
shutting out the truth
now I know what I have removed.
Hidden away
all about me,
trying to hide
not let them see.
John Townsend
Monday, February 22, 2010
THE STAIRWELL TO------- by John Townsend
The Broadwell appartment block had a new stairwell installed some years ago, 1967, it gave the residents access from the outside area into the autoparking area. However, it was during the 1980's that people say they had seen strange people coming up the stairwell, when they have been going down, so much so that cctv was installed to monitor the stairs.
When the cctv footage was checked one day before erasing the tape, the security guy saw a tall figure ascend from the stairwell, he was dressed in a silver kind of jumpsuit, his face was not clear, as if misty, perhaps the light playing tricks. It was what happened next with the stranger, he just vanished from the place he was standing. The cctv continued to run, but he was gone.
The security guy thought it was a blip in the cctv equipment , at least until it happened on several other occasions. It was then that the police were called in, and matters took a different turn. They enlarge the cctv images and were puzzeled that the faces of two images appeared to be as if covered with a visor of some kind, and that what they could see was not any resident at the apartment block, indeed these images showed that behind those two images they could see faces with extraordinarly large eyes.
In the coming weeks the police set up a number of their own detection devices, down in the parking area and above at the stairwell entry.
It was the activity they recorded in the basement that was most unusual, these strange people seemed to be emerging from nowhere in the vicinity of parking bay 12.
What happened next is beyond explanation, two police officers started a search of bay 12, their collegues saw them walk into bay 12, then they say they disappeared.
In fact this all happened in June of 1967, and those two police officers were counted as missing without trace or explanation. They were never found, at least not until many years later.
It was the year 1997 the month was June, George Latimer, a resident of the Broadwell apartments was just parking his car, about to reverse into bay 12. Suddenly he slammed his brakes on and put the car into neutral, he was shocked and most appologetic as two police officers started shouting out to him, in fact they became quite angry, asking him what he was doing, that they were on a police investigation. However things suddenly changed as one of the police officers noticed that the car the man was driving did not have a correct registration plate, it was at this point that things started to unfold. The owner of the car showed his insurance and drivers identity, the officer who looked at them looked confused and consuted with his collegue, together the officers looked around and looked for their other collegues. They attempted to use their radio handsets but were unable to make any contact.
The owner of the car asked them if they would like to use his phone, which they were grateful for, but when he produced a small device that they had never seen before they were even more confused. The owner of the car asked them what the problem was and one officer shook his head, he replied, 'Perhaps you should call Police HQ for us, I am sorry I dont know how to use that thing?'
Later that day they were identified as the two officers that went missing 30 years ago, they looked no older and believed that they were only just searching the area when the car started to back in on them.
To this day no explanation can be given, and only refuse bins are parked in bay 12 these days.
The security guy thought it was a blip in the cctv equipment , at least until it happened on several other occasions. It was then that the police were called in, and matters took a different turn. They enlarge the cctv images and were puzzeled that the faces of two images appeared to be as if covered with a visor of some kind, and that what they could see was not any resident at the apartment block, indeed these images showed that behind those two images they could see faces with extraordinarly large eyes.
In the coming weeks the police set up a number of their own detection devices, down in the parking area and above at the stairwell entry.
It was the activity they recorded in the basement that was most unusual, these strange people seemed to be emerging from nowhere in the vicinity of parking bay 12.
What happened next is beyond explanation, two police officers started a search of bay 12, their collegues saw them walk into bay 12, then they say they disappeared.
In fact this all happened in June of 1967, and those two police officers were counted as missing without trace or explanation. They were never found, at least not until many years later.
It was the year 1997 the month was June, George Latimer, a resident of the Broadwell apartments was just parking his car, about to reverse into bay 12. Suddenly he slammed his brakes on and put the car into neutral, he was shocked and most appologetic as two police officers started shouting out to him, in fact they became quite angry, asking him what he was doing, that they were on a police investigation. However things suddenly changed as one of the police officers noticed that the car the man was driving did not have a correct registration plate, it was at this point that things started to unfold. The owner of the car showed his insurance and drivers identity, the officer who looked at them looked confused and consuted with his collegue, together the officers looked around and looked for their other collegues. They attempted to use their radio handsets but were unable to make any contact.
The owner of the car asked them if they would like to use his phone, which they were grateful for, but when he produced a small device that they had never seen before they were even more confused. The owner of the car asked them what the problem was and one officer shook his head, he replied, 'Perhaps you should call Police HQ for us, I am sorry I dont know how to use that thing?'
Later that day they were identified as the two officers that went missing 30 years ago, they looked no older and believed that they were only just searching the area when the car started to back in on them.
To this day no explanation can be given, and only refuse bins are parked in bay 12 these days.
THE LAST TRAIN HOME by John Townsend
I was most fortunate to have caught the last train home, the bus is such an awful journey; and no bus was due for another hour.
well that was how it all seemed, fortunate, you see when I arrived at Layderasso Station it was dark, and my one concern was to get home. I recall the train started to leave, it was at that point something seemed odd. It had been an electric train I stepped onto, but this train that was leaving was puffing out smoke in volumes, it was a steam train, and the carriages were like those when I was a young boy.
I shook my head and dashed to the way out,There was a ticket collector there, it sought of threw me, I had my season ticket that I always scanned at the barrier. I showed my season ticket to the ticket collector but he seemed a little bemused and smiled as he asked for my ticket. I tried to reason with him but it seemed I was talking to a man who knew nothing of what I was saying.
Outside I could see a bus arriving so I offered to pay, that made it all the worse, He looked at my money and looked at me saying, "Sir we do not take childrens toy money." "Alright!" I said "Here is my credit card, I will use that." What did
I do wrong? He looked at me with a stone cold face and said, "Lets not start playing games sir, I want to close the station for the night."
As he looked away I did a runner just as the bus was leaving, it was not the usual bus, perhaps a relief service, much older. The driver took no money said, "Its on me sir, I want to get home in a hurry, Here have this evening newspaper, I have finished with it."
When I arrived at my house I was shocked, it was not the same, no UVPVC windows, no glossy white front door, it was looking just as it did when it belonged to my parents. Even my key did not work on the door, but I thought it was my wife who was opening the door, then I saw it was my mother, yet she died twenty years ago. "Oh John, where have you been out with all those boys till late." I was shocked and blurted out that "I have just come home from work." She told me "Do not be cheeking me, now off to bed with you."
Why I did I cannot explain I went up the stairs and into the room that was mine when I was a small boy, and there I lay down and fell asleep.
You know, to this day I cannot explain it, because I woke up in my own bed next to my wife. What had happened was so real yet almost like a dream, at least until I went downstairs, there next to my briefcase was the newspaper that the bus driver gave me, I picked it up looked at the date, September 22 1964, this year is 2009. A cold shiver came over me, and I phoned in sick.
I shook my head and dashed to the way out,There was a ticket collector there, it sought of threw me, I had my season ticket that I always scanned at the barrier. I showed my season ticket to the ticket collector but he seemed a little bemused and smiled as he asked for my ticket. I tried to reason with him but it seemed I was talking to a man who knew nothing of what I was saying.
Outside I could see a bus arriving so I offered to pay, that made it all the worse, He looked at my money and looked at me saying, "Sir we do not take childrens toy money." "Alright!" I said "Here is my credit card, I will use that." What did
I do wrong? He looked at me with a stone cold face and said, "Lets not start playing games sir, I want to close the station for the night."
As he looked away I did a runner just as the bus was leaving, it was not the usual bus, perhaps a relief service, much older. The driver took no money said, "Its on me sir, I want to get home in a hurry, Here have this evening newspaper, I have finished with it."
When I arrived at my house I was shocked, it was not the same, no UVPVC windows, no glossy white front door, it was looking just as it did when it belonged to my parents. Even my key did not work on the door, but I thought it was my wife who was opening the door, then I saw it was my mother, yet she died twenty years ago. "Oh John, where have you been out with all those boys till late." I was shocked and blurted out that "I have just come home from work." She told me "Do not be cheeking me, now off to bed with you."
Why I did I cannot explain I went up the stairs and into the room that was mine when I was a small boy, and there I lay down and fell asleep.
You know, to this day I cannot explain it, because I woke up in my own bed next to my wife. What had happened was so real yet almost like a dream, at least until I went downstairs, there next to my briefcase was the newspaper that the bus driver gave me, I picked it up looked at the date, September 22 1964, this year is 2009. A cold shiver came over me, and I phoned in sick.
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