DrsJoke
I have been on PC, as Dr's Joke (My pen name ). I have created a multi-platform poetry group with several very talented poets, The black Phoenix Society, check us out on fb! I am a father. A poet, it is said that my style is simulator of hp lovecraft but I disagree, there is too much for me to improve in my art. I took a break from social poetry, but I have returned!
Ten million bombs,
In an organism,
Single of cell.
The nucleus becomes nuclear,
The ironic cliche.
Instructions to life is unclear,
Resurrection per touch'e.
The ground breaks and falls away,
Supernatural universe all around you,
Leading yourself away,
Venomous vapor clouds you pass through.
Written texts whisper secrets,
"They're secrets for none exist to hear it!"
Ink fills the veins in challenge,
Blood carresses the paper before you,
Eyes stare in mallace,
Rebellion is the potential in truth,
The light dims as you suffocate the beautiful lie.
Thirteen dice becames synchronized with your soul,
Chances are you will die,
Before your art feeds your home.
As sad as this is,
It brings us boundless joy.
From the darkest possible chasm,
Ascends our Chrystal-Rift ******
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
Around the old pillar we used to dance,
I gaze at its worn face.
Is it odd I sit in a trance,
picking my mind with a turn of fate?
"Take my hand and dance with me!"
your ghost whispers oon the wind.
the trees move and softly sing,
illuminated grass bows and bends.
Stars fill the violet sky like a projection,
I smile at the haunting voice,
"But you are my memories' reflection"
I chuckle and rejoice!
no clouds swim
in the waters of the sun
I'll go on a whim
I am the only one.
Carpe Diem
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
Mentally lost,
I live in the land of rust.
red sand within the glass.
fill it with wine, boss,
as the deserts inwardly rush,
surely its your last.
skies exist so black
epiphany to my anxiety.
succession of my depression
the absence of his majesty
violins pivot within my expression.
reapers possess the sun
but only caresses one.
am I a fruitless tomb?
within a timeless womb?
I'd reach out a hand,
and pull back a nub.
In this mysterious world I stand
within a pyramid hub.
Crows and Ravens dance in the clouds
down comes a monster so loud...
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Look around,
What do I see?
13 Dead Men
Looking at me
Wave my hands through the ink filled air,
life has been unfair,
But I am happy so long as I get my share.
Stress and suicide always on my mind,
A smile on my face is all you will e'er find.
For my tears fall in a secret place
So far away from earth's face.
In the pursuit of happiness I do give chase
Post haste!
On a Red horse it cannot escape.
Is this heaven or is it hell?
Halls of confusion I know so well.
I see the pain but I still leave my shell,
On my way to count how many angels' fell.
How can I tell?
Oh, with memories the Crystalline doth swell.
I hear echoes here.
here are the things I fear,
the things so far that they're near.
Pages float weightlessly,
As if e'er timeless.
I live Fateless, See?
Read this well, your Highness.
The grass is so green,
The skies so grey.
For many years I haven't seen
Night or day.
I Await the rain,
to wash away the stains
of blackened grains.
There was fire,
Here remains desire,
In my eyes lack the dire
At least here I am Maskless..
Carpe Diem
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
If I weighed your heart on a feather,
Which would be heavier?
Ten priests together,
On the cross your sins you teather.
Yes,
I tasted the road of the father,
The path of fear.
I saw farther,
What I see Crystal clear.
Forgiveness is great,
Kindness is good.
But you cling also to hate,
The bible you said you understood.
A church of witnesses,
Pews filled with the blind.
As the preaching liar finishes,
Your fear becomes your bind.
This is a warring society of malice
Soldiers fire a gun for them.
laughs
The Illuminati has control of your phallus,
All that is natural becomes a sin.
Carpe Diem
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Grey,
The emotion of rust and empty plains.
Destruction of reality is at bay,
Mirage no longer heals the pain.
It's lonely at night,
The shadows speak no more.
Towards the heavens float the last light,
The universe closed the door.
This is the path I roam,
Thorns become my bed.
This is my home,
Where so many have fled.
Wings of tomorrow
Guide my steps
Vines of sorrow
Binds the test.
The birds cry silently,
Don't give up your heart!
They then shake violently,
Then burst apart.
Black blood coats the empty land,
Fertilizing the crimson seeds.
Time dies by my hand
It's wounds exhale the seas.
As I too fall,
I feel so strange....
I hear the call,
As my pen makes the stain.
Carpe Diem
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
As the day goes on, the worse I feel.... Is there something I did? Why does it always end so construed...... I can't even look into the mirror without falling into rage and despair, to ribbons of pain that intertwine and entangle my soul, my heart, just the bare fragments I still hold of myself.
These ribbons, these cords attach like an umbilical and ***** the life out of the remaining pieces.
My mind, the once bright lantern struggles and convulses against the shadows that emanate from my eyes.
These shades asphyxiate me...
If this is truly the end,
It at least brings me comfort
That there was a beginning...
Carpe Diem, my remaining wish.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
The halls of my mind
Is haunted with memories
What you'll find
Is the last you'll ever see
Blood caked rooms
Whisper hurtful words
Silent tombs
On the floor rotting birds
Every window broken,
Every clock stopped.
Ghosts in the corner moping,
Every door locked.
No way out,
My mind has me tight.
Hear me shout,
Hear me fight.
No escape for the dead,
The laughs never stops.
Is this all in my head?
My heart drops.
Carpe Diem.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Breathe in the toxic aroma,
Pills of pnemonia...
the suffocating Lullaby.
Yell into the flashing sky.
Dark affliction,
My addiction.
*Shadow hands ascends from the deep seated,
Rows of dirt remain unseeded.
March rolls in as the month of January,
A live child born at the mortuary.
Open your eyes to another color,
**Inject within a syringe of thunder. **
Carpe Diem
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
*Ashes. *
The wind blows them to needed places
Embracing broken children's faces.
We ascended.
We were defended.
Light hearted the ceiling transcended
Repairing the reality...
Long offended.....
Grey my soul as I rest on this fence
Holy water burns as I began my rince
Of horrible days....
They hung the prince ....
Ages ago bells rang
Ever silent since.
Burn the witch....
Flip the switch.....
Light off in a flooded ditch
Red as blood to embrace a lynch.
Death is a nervous snitch..
Flip the switch...
**Burn the witch.... **
Carpe Diem
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC