Just These Four Walls E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

In these four walls you are welcome to roam free but don’t expect that to be a good thing, this here is a story of twisted love that starts in the middle and ends at the beginning, you can’t build just any type of four walls you have to build with love and passion, just be careful not to fill it up with violence and despise because you will regret it forever more.
This story takes you through a jagged history of what seems to be unrelated events scattered through history, only when you get to the beginning in the middle of the book do you realise that all events are related, all connected by a thin line of fate that attaches different time zones in history to one another, as you read through the delicately crafted verses you are witness to a serious of horrific events that will change the course of history.
If you are looking for a story about forbidden love and something scary then this is the book for you. The poet takes you on a roller coaster ride that unlike the conventional rides in the UK, the thrills here get more traumatic as you delve deeper into the pages, leaving you breathless and you will scream for more as you nervously look over your shoulder into the shadows.
This is the darkest book written by this upcoming author, it leaves no stone unturned and already people are whispering about the true meanings of what lies hidden in this book and in those for walls.

Leseprobe

Darren Hobson

Just These Four Walls

This book is dedicated to all my demons that I have carelessly set free on this world, to haunt in far off corners.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Welcome to my abode.

Don’t get comfortable, don’t take off those shoes and for god’s sake keep your coat on, I might have welcomed you in with my biggest smile and my English charm but that does not mean you are welcome here, I maybe not the only host, I might not be the only person who is here, in sickness or health these are my four walls but these four walls are bitter yet strong, they are old and wise and have seen so much history.

What is a home to you? Somewhere to rest your head? Somewhere to play? To write? To fuck away your worries? Do you feel save in there, the front door locked twice and the back door boarded up, the double glazing gives you a false sense of security too honey! Do you understand that these four walls are not and never will be in the same physical place every again? We are spinning around on a piece of rock that in turn is spinning around other pieces of rock so your four walls are moving in space and time. What if the rules were broken, what would happen if someone or something bent time and space and all those special moments you had collided together into one thick pea soup of a dinner? What if the person you fear could just walk through walls, walk through time and walk through the many dimensions!

Our daily existence is based on hope and a little luck, it is full of fear and paranoia, full of excess and human loss, we try to survive in the best way possible, we try to surround ourselves with loved ones, to find a certain place in a world that is so cruel and unpredictable, if our shitty characters or souls cannot be lived with then we arm ourselves with cats and dogs or a dead fish or two. Sometimes it gets too much, sometimes we regret missed opportunities, sometimes we wish to hide from society by closing ourselves behind locked doors , hiding in our shells, confessing to the bottle and other inappropriate actions that would be so shocking if somebody knew where you warmed your fingers.

You must heed the warnings, be wary of warnings, use your sixth sense and when you feel like someone has walked over your grave, then believe me it will be probably true. The shadows exist in reality but some shadows fall without light, some shadows are not attached to souls and some shadows are rotten scoundrels that should never be trusted. Don’t be fooled when you can’t see eyes watching you as you sip on wine and caress forbidden lands, the walls have ears, the dark has a soul and everything that is impossible has just become so real. Do not trust anything, nothing is what it seems, you are awake but dream, your dreams become living nightmares all that once was cannot but will happen again.

The rustle of leaves, the tapping of a branch on the window, the owl who always finds the right moment to hoot and scar the living daylights out of you, nothing is ever done by chance, everything is mapped out in the crazy web that is reality, that is until some twisted bitch grabs hold of the rule book and throws it on the fire.

We live in uncertain times, so much cruelty, so much bloodshed so many people trying to lead you into their dark fantasies of their mind, in the past we cowered in our safe havens, between our morbid four walls, switching off telephones, destroying our computers and blacking out the windows.

We thought we were safe, that is no longer so, material things these days are so history, when walls become doors, when floors become elevators you will regret the day you searched refuge in these u-welcome four walls.

Part I

The walls absorb succulent moments.

Just these four walls

In just the beginning of time, the human had searched refuge from nature and her harsh elements, the heat of the summer and the cold of mid-winter, the rain, the sleet and the solitude that comes knocking when the sun goes down. The human in the beginning did not build a home but hid in caves and crevices, in the days before fire was found, the human suffered.

As time passed and evolution rained handsomely down on the human, fire was to become the humans best friend, through the years the human invented better ways to shelter its bare behind using a cocktail of twigs and mud, as experience caked the muddy hands of the human the more sturdy and weather proof became its shelter.

Little did the human know, along the crooked twisted lines of time, on different planets and on parallel words other humans experimented , progressed and became educated, all doing so in different time spans and having almost the same outcome.

Mother Nature was not just nature, she was not just natural she was supernatural and so if the human found ways to protect themselves from the forces of nature then it was obvious the human did not protect themselves from what was supernatural, as the human race progressed only a handful of humans understood the supernatural and protected themselves against such forbidden forces.

The house, a home and a shelter, the sanctuary that what once protected us, was in reality a death trap, a magnet of evil, a nest for the supernatural to grow like mould on your walls, the wood lice that scurry and the mice that hid are not the real threat.

 In times of old and times of new

I wrapped my love and spirit

All up and down

And all around you

To protect you from the wind and rain

Idealists invented the window pane

So we can look out and dream and see

And write filthy verses and erotic poetry

With a roof of your dreary head

And a place to set your putrid bed

On a bedside cabinet sat a candle lit

Flickering shadows are cast by it

Just these four walls

Floating through time and space

Just these four walls

Protecting the feeble human race

In days of yore on a forbidden shore

Trod a man looking for a place to stay

Torrential rain whipped and struck a chord

Beating down a weary man without an abode

These were daunting and depressing ways

No sign of the so called halcyon days

When man was as much as a broken egg

His low esteem was taken down a peg

Just these four walls

Maybe a faraway untouchable dream

Just these four walls

Broken fabric from unsown seams

Once upon a time in a medieval nursery rhyme

We fantasise of castles and grandeur

It was the dark ages we was whipped into cages

We had no broth or a pot to piss in

Evolution seemed to come to an end

When inventions become man’s best friend

Everything went to pot when he lost the plot

And now we are back to the start again

Just these four walls

Linked by hidden lines and entwined in lay lines

Just these four walls

Are hidden doors to an another history

A desecrated church where the soul was sold for luxury

No sermon can be preached from that altar of sickness

The poor cannot walk through the door without having some gold to pray

The monks and the nuns throw celibacy to the wind that same day

When human sacrifice was not foraging for food

But sexual torture and carnal delights were

Black magic was extracted from the forests and rocks

They had no idea what it would do to the future

These humans of faith found the supernatural fantastic

They rubbed up their lay lines the wrong way

Now an unexplainable force appeared like volatile static

And changed the future from that day

Opening doors where once chained gates to hell stood closed

Forging cracks in the fabric that hid time and space

The lay lines continue now onto infinity like fork lightening to hell

All this for one adventure, for one gone wrong spell

An act of treason for the hope and future of humanity

An act of weakness, an urge than was shear insanity

Pure white magic polluted with the hands of sin

The forests trembled with the change of spiritual winds

All four walls ever made will become traps of spirituality

Depending on what acts are played out in the vicinity

Violence, evil and carnal sin will paint your walls spiritual black

No new born babies cry will ever turn it back

Like a sponge absorbing every drop of moisture

These four walls will extract your deep dark secrets

In the passage of time the walls sees different owners

A mosaic of emotions and a life time of regrets

In times of new like in the times of old

Many things in life here will unfold

Not all tales will have a real happy ending

Not all sadness will be depressing

As doors are locked and walls are seeping

In the shadows our lost souls are weeping

Lost our faith and we have lost our minds

We thought we were safe behind our blinds

Just these four walls

I feel them closing quickly in on me

Just these four walls

Suffocating they will be the death of me

Just these four walls

They have severed me from the world outside

Just these four walls

I was foolish to run, I was foolish to hide

All that I was taught that was safe and secure

Now I know the four walls are insecure

Crashing through invisible lines painted in silver

I will tremble in my boots my pond now a river

When everything you know was untied and undone

When childhood should really be about having fun

When the four walls came crashing down last night