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JJ Cooke Mar 2017
I followed you fruitless for many a year,
But then I saw clearly you're uselessly queer.
You'd promised me everything and anything more,
But all of your words were revealed as just lore.
At the beginning it all seemed so crystal and clear,
So simply enchanted and always so near.
But time had passed on and this love it did seem,
To end up as always nothing more than a dream.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
I've found that we cannot be broken apart,
We're one of a kind we're of the same heart.
Sure there's a lot more than just you and me,
But none of that matters to us honestly.


Forever together we live on as one,
We have lots of memories filled with good fun.
As always we find nothing comes in between us,
To state it most simply I Love you my .....
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Thunder claps violent as I rise from my bed,
The visions of flame dancing still in my head.
A memory perhaps or movie I've seen,
No sense to dwell as it was but a dream.

I dress for the weather and I steady my hands,
Then exit my home to begin my nights plans.
The wind forces rain like needles to my neck,
The unforgiving concrete keeps my feet well in check.

As I stroll through the town with my head hanging low,
I see shadows of strangers and the feet in their hold.
Spotting the first of my victims tonight,
I carefully follow through streets lacking light.

They lead me down alleyways and back behind homes,
And through the old graveyard where dead store their bones.
The world now grows darker for the towns at our back,
And the lake that's in front reflects the moon on cold black.

We turn down the pathways that lead to the beach,
And the stranger is close now almost in reach.
I stop in my tracks as the first does the same,
They sit on a bench raise their head and exclaim:

"Why have you left me?
My loves -oh my dears.
You said that you'd always,
Be close to me -here!
I point to my heart that you've broken in two,
Now watch as I take MY life under this moon!"

While I listen I creep up behind this poor man,
As I reach him he's just finished sobbing his plan.
I watch as he lowers his hand to his pocket,
He draws out a gun with a thumb he does **** it.

Raising it calm he takes aim towards his head,
I'm decided behind him 'he won't end up dead.'
Quick as I can without thought or delay,
I grab the man's gun and toss it away.

He turns looking back with his eyes full of tears,
But I am not there as his vision it clears.
He sits there alone for a while and I view,
As he looks to the moon and thinks his life through.

The man is still sitting as the Sun does its rise,
But soon follows suit starting off a fresh life.
The new day begun I now walk into town,
With the sun at my back on my face rest a frown.

No matter how many I help to be free,
There's always that loneliness deep within me.
I shake my head clear of these dark useless thoughts,
There's a new victim now in the shadows near lost.

As I walk down the path on the street to my right,
Stands a girl with a rose in her hair golden white.
She seems not to see me or any other,
It looks as she's blind black shades eyes covered.

But still talks wise and wonderfully sings,
And her beauty is greater than all other things.
So why have I found her and why does she glow,
What is to happen and why don't I know?

There is always a reason and always a rhyme,

But not in this case.

I follow behind as she carefully walks,
But it seems she aware of this man that does stalk.
What does it mean I keep asking myself,
Where is the trouble and how can I help?

We walk out of town to the dock by the shore;
At the lake I was last with the man who was sore.
As we come near the bench where he sat cloaked in black,
She stops by the edge of the lake and looks back;

Where the once shaded eyes had appeared just before,
I saw myself now a reflection and more.
As the truth through her eyes had been brought into light;
It was I on the bench whom I'd saved just last night.

The question was answered before it was asked,
She showed me a glimpse of a memory past;

It was years ago now that it all happened quick,
On a night like the last raining cold icy ******.
I was sitting at home with my wife and our child,
At a table for dinner holding hands we all smiled.

It wasn't much later that my mind had a switch,
I could see my face darken and an eye had a twitch.
I looked to the woman and baby together,
I swore that I'd **** them they deserved nothing better.

The wife grabbed the baby and took for the door,
But my hands were too quick and she fell to the floor;
As I noticed her standing I reached for a knife,
It flew to her back and drained her of life.

The baby now trapped underneath it's dead mother,
I chose to just leave.
And let it to smother.

Flash back to now from my eyes flow red tears,
Emotions rush fast from all the lost years.
The blind girl still standing there only but now,
Her eyes glowing bright and staring me down.

I melt in her gaze as she calmly states flat,
"You've been here too long child, now Hell wants you back!"

There's no more confusion just clear words of reason,
Once again now aware that inside I'm a demon.
The eyes of the blind girl now brilliant black,
Mouth opens wide and her nails pierce my back.

As she draws me in nearer I feel a great fear,
Her tongue splits as a snakes and tickles my ear.
While she whispers:

"So now you know why I've been sent,
You've lived too long your time is spent.
Now come with me you've got no choice,
I've got you fixed you've heard my voice.

There's no escaping this your fate,
We've just now passed through Hell's last gate.
Witness here you're soul shall burn,
Forever more you're limbs be torn.

And from your flesh drained all your juice,
Then 'round your neck a barbed chain noose.
You'll dangle there for years and years,
Your wounds will burn from all your tears.

Now come with us to Satan's room,
It's there you'll finally meet your doom."

All went dark as this was said,
And no sound found but in my head.
'What has just happened now,
can I be free and if so how?'

The darkness though it never goes away,
and here I am still to this very day.
There's nothing here but I and black,
No sight no sound no going back.

Just now I see a hint of light,
Up in the distance burning bright.
A blue red green speck comes up close,
Growing quick on its approach.

The darkness dies to burning flame,
It's clear I'm back in Hell again.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
A most heavenly dish,
Oh so thick and so rich,
I'd most certainly gain a few pounds.
With each welcome bite,
A most sinful delight,
The eyes in my head would spin round.
I'd open my jaws,
And grab with mad paws,
I'd have it all please make no mistake.
The noise would be great,
As I sat and I ate,
All the wonderfully delicious cheesecake.
But of all the choices that I could make,
From pie to baklava or even cake.
I honestly don't think that these are the best,
The dessert I love most is the one I call ***.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Shocker, this rocker, a lyrical Doctor.
A Golden God's voice, which makes women moist.
A comedy genius, No doubt about that.
I want to be friends with the Legend Jack Black!
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Above, if you'll look,
can be found breathtaking
views to the olden.

A flickering faraway warmth
rests in the vacuum
welcoming souls that peak.

Recall the stage before;
when you cannot remember,
as a child indifferent.

Abandon now, project yourself
to that bright star
and emanate pure contentment.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Unobstructed view
Green waves tickle blue amber
Innocence runs free
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have; I find myself inside an empty  space dominated by pitch black.

A scuttle behind me -no in front-
I can't tell in this darkness; my senses are fouled and my whit seemingly nil.

Something grabs, stabs, scrapes;
I feel my skin tear on the arm then the leg then the back, my sense of touch has not gone as the wounds hemorrhage.

I scream and I run not knowing what lies ahead, the noise follows to mock; from scuttle to screech to caw to- gone.

There's a light ahead, I can see it pulse as I press on; my bare bloodied feet making a steady slap and squish on the floor not there.

A whoosh above and heat driven wind forces me down; welcoming the warm kiss from below I don't resist it.

I fall continuously spiraling out of control into oblivion until I feel the ground approaching and I embrace the gory end.

I feel nothing on impact as I watch my casing burst to a ****** rain.
I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
She rests in the emptiness,
full of love, full of pain.
She spins in the light,
She shines.

Full of love, full of greed,
She cries in the darkness.
Full of love, full of hate,
She shines.

She twirls through the void,
full of love, full of love.
She suffers a birth,
She shines.

She screams to her children,
full of love, full of fear.
Her children don't listen,
She dies.

She is dead.
She is dead.
....
She is dead.

Her children are fading,
full of fear, full of pain.
She spins in the dark,
they die.

She rests in the emptiness,
full of love, full of pain.
She spins on forever,
She shines.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
A cold broken blanket drifts down from the sky,
On a still growing night in the mountains up high.
As it settles on into the ground found below,
It assembles itself as a broad quilt that glows.
An owl echoes "who" through the valley just west,
As the deer take to shelter much alike do the rest.
Warm in the cabin I gaze out the window,
And I watch all the critters running through going home.
As the fire at my feet slow but surely grows dim,
My mind drifts away flowing free as the wind.
I close my eyes gently surely I know,
That the world will sleep cozy under thick layered snow.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Night coming down on the land shaded red,
As cunning and quick as a fox.
I rest in a cold lonesome room and bed,
When sharply upon my door knocks;

A strange subject standing,
A freak on my landing,
The twilight refuses to show.

I stay here and wonder,
I shake from the thunder,
I fear what it is I don't know.

With a moon resting dull,
Now the night comes in full,
A horrible shriek from there calls.

With a pulsating head,
I vacate this tense bed;
Curious the way this noise falls.

Outside rain dances to thundering drums,
While lightning exposes the void.
As I creep, I peak upon toes dead numb,
The knocking is quicker deployed.

Advancing the floor I see there is more,
to this unwelcome guest received.
Slowing my pace now i reach for the door,
It opens my eyes are deceived;

Before me stands still,
In a downpours chill,
This oddly shadow cast creature.

And even as still,
The lighting is nil,
Yet I can make out main features;

Without hair skull exposed,
Lacking eyes lips and nose,
Black tongue behind finely filed spikes.

It's breath suggests death,
And the chest 'neath it's neck,
Bares broken ribs sharpened as pikes.

Behind the pointy bones,
In the gore there is shown,
My caller is lacking it's heart.

So as seemingly ******,
I now open my home,
In hopes that this beast wont depart.

Curious to know how this thing is alive,
I've opened my doors and let it inside,
I'll ask it some questions and then maybe I,
Should cut off the head to see if it dies.
JJ Cooke Mar 2017
Lie alone in darkness,
Inside daftly cold.
Ample anti-starkness,
Rot alone in mold.

A bag of bones and little more,
From barren earth your start.
And little truth rest in your core,
Lost mind gone with cold heart.

— The End —