Happenings In Stages

Happenings In Stages

 

 

 

Hesitated pressing the publish button with this piece

of fiction, it came to me as a dream and I awoke with

parts of it still lingering on my mind. I commenced

writing and attempting to thread some sense to it all,

this is what I came up with.

 

 

 

Happenings in stages,

people standing still in

parks like statue cracked

faces silently controlled

by some unknown toxic

alien species they

grimace in pain.

 

Bodies falling to their death

tossed like rag dolls from an

angry child weeping in the sky

no one knows why

this is happening

can it be a freak of nature?

or are there spaces beyond

our comprehension

invading our world.

 

Bacteria aged and colorless

fills the air and blows towards

all humans to breathe and be

changed and stopped in their

tracks laying down their lives

in that moment of infection

nevermore to live

they are no longer perfection.

 

An event unknown to

mankind an airborne

virus released to alter

the shape of human life

happening in stages

till death will finally

throw us to the lane

and back to dust from

whence we came.

 

 

 

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Departed Bees before the end

time to flee like the bee

who left us four short early

years to die before

the plague came to earth

showing us the sign that

mans time has come to end

as the winds blow in

the invisible alien

dust telling us to kill

ourselves and others.

 

In panic we lose control amongst

the ruins and decay of our world

our earth our home we loved

grasping for any signs

to keep us pressing on for

life and any possible future

for our kind.

 

Faces show panic signs and are

lost like the wind

beating against the Sphinxes

of Egypt’s desert sands buried by

the storms that blew in like

a torrent of locusts hungry to

feed upon the spoils

we left behind.

 

The military is confused

in mass numbers driving wild

in their jeeps with guns pointed at

the unknown enemy trying to stop

the panic in the streets they fail to

keep the order as pistols are

drawn and fired upon each other.

 

Cities in turmoil as people

scatter not knowing where

to go for safety – afraid to find

death at their door yet so

many warning signs there were

before the violent evacuation

sent our world in panic as the

neurotoxin filled the air

blinding eyes and minds

of people in the millions.

 

How do we abandon those?

we love to flee ourselves

without bringing them

with us to safety no one must

be left behind to die alone

and be stricken with this awful

plague of death unmeasured

by man the Aztec calendars

message as foretold now fast

approaching for any

truth that we can find

as prelude to end times.

 

Mind control has taken us over and

alien forces rule our heads and lead

us to the brink of man’s insanity

and destruction while they

take over what’s left of our will

and send us to the slaughterhouse of

decomposing corpses one by one.

 

This Alien force bleeding every waking

minute as the humans slowly start to

disappear in numbers like grain blowing

from its shaft across the open fields

that lay in ruin we now ask where is God

who is God or are we all gods maybe

just maybe, the answers have come to

all of us as we take our last breathe on earth

and watch our last sunset go down

over our world, all happening in stages!

 

 

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Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more. He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published. In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.

8 thoughts on “Happenings In Stages

  • August 24, 2018 at 8:07 PM
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    What a lovely dream Vincent, hardly warm and fuzzy.lol It wouldn’t take much to rid this planet of humanity, and maybe one day that will happen, for all our disrespect and arrogance. Whether by alien force of nature itself, we have a lot to answer for. Lets hope its just a dream and precognition. Nicely penned as always my friend. Cheers!

    • August 27, 2018 at 6:23 AM
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      I truly hope so my friend. Although premonitions are often sent for a reason, whether in a dream or through an object used to see into the future. I too hope this dream remains a dream, but it was so vivid in my head, I woke up disturbed over it. I got up and stayed up still thinking of it. Thank you Tony for your comments. Cheers

  • August 24, 2018 at 11:47 PM
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    Portrait of a devastating end to humanity and very well penned, Vincent. It is not how I see the end of our world, but, an airborne virus as you saw is certainly possible. I do see aliens as a force of help due to their concern for the human race. Profound dream, Vincent, and very chilling.

    • August 27, 2018 at 6:26 AM
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      Phyllis I hope the way you see the end of the world is more of a possibility, although with chemical warfare out there and maniacs walking our streets, all it would take is for them to release an airborne virus that can cause this mass killing field. I truly hope when and if aliens should appear, they come to help the world and protect her. Thank you for your thoughts my friend.

  • August 26, 2018 at 4:08 PM
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    Loved it my Canadian friend. I have also had dreams such as this, but have never put them to a pen. Maybe now I will.

    • August 27, 2018 at 6:28 AM
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      I would like to read them should you place yours to pen Kurt. We all have bad dreams from time to time, this one woke me up scared and that rarely happens. I hope it’s not a warning of what’s to come.

  • August 26, 2018 at 7:56 PM
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    Wow, Vincent…some dream. Did you wake up in a cold sweat? Very apocalyptic, but indeed worryingly possible. Like Phyllis, I too hope that any alien life forms may, in fact, be friendly and help us save our world if necessary. Expertly written, as always.

    • August 27, 2018 at 6:30 AM
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      Not a cold sweat, although my heart was beating faster and I felt very disturbed, had to quickly put the coffee pot on to hopefully help shake the feeling off. I am for friendly Aliens coming to our assistance with our disturbing world, hopefully they can help prevent such a devastating way to end our days here on earth by the releasing of a deadly virus upon us all. Thank you John for your thoughts on this piece.

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