through the heaven in your eyes

through the heaven in your eyes.
_________________________

It's said you
cannot Hear
a Smile,
but I (My Love)
Know Different.

I Hear it in
Your Healing
Voice..!

(Reflecting
All Things
Innocent.)

++

Angels
come
in Human
Form,

(of This I
Now am
Certain.)

You Flew
into My
Hearts Bleak
Storm!

(and Closed
Hate's Darkened
Curtain.)

++

It's said
Love cannot
Dry a Tear,

but I
(My Love)
Know
Otherwise!

For Now
I See The
World More
Clear!

(Because
I View it
Through
The Heaven
of Your Eyes.)

j.stephen.h.

The Damning.

The Damning...
___________

Damn this Charmin-
Cottonelle Brain
stuffed stiff with
Sleepless Fabrics
of The Speechless
Dead!

(Damn it and the
way it Clogs my
Unrelenting Head.)

+++

Damn This Dim-
Witted Bleakness
which Defiles My
Deafened Heart!

(and Damn My
Mortal Weakness 
as I struggle with 
The Dark.)

Damn Time and
Every Goddamn
Lie it Tells to
All Dimensions.

(Damn The
Secret Hell I
Hide, in Fear of
That Faith She 
Mentions.)

+++

Damn The FacT
I Cannot Act
Upon The Love
I Feel.

(Damn The
Angels and
Their Pacts
I once
Considered
Real.)

+++

Damn it All,
and Damn it
None,

then Damn
it All Again!

Damn The
Weeping
Midnight
Sun!

(My One
and Only
Friend.)

+++

Damn Me
Love, for I
Am Damned,
and You
shall Soon
Be Too!

But Damn
it Love I
Do Not 
Care!!!!!!

(I'd Die 
1,000
DeAtHs 
with YOU!!!!!!!!)

j.stephen.h.

present in my devil stare.

present in my devil stare.
_____________________

I am a Man
of Many Odd
Hypocrisies..

who is Willing
and Able to
Take a Stand.

(but often fall
for my Own
Absurdity.)

Thus All of
My Smiles are
Painted there,
to keep my
Loved Ones
Unaware,
of the Rage,
and Pain..
and Hell,
and Grief!!

(present in
MY Devil
Stare.)



j.s.h.
__________

(to be cont.
perhaps?)

in this crowded room

in this crowded room.
_________________

Oh Love..

we truly are
the Same you
know?

The
Loneliest
Souls in
This Crowded
Room,

Wearing
Pretty
Painted
Smiles..
(To Conceal
Our Inner
Sorrow.)

But you
(My Love)
are Sweet
Tomorrow!

(And a Future
Free of Gloom.)
__

j.stephen.h.

I (in Want)

I. (in want.)
__________

My Love
is always
a Day
Ahead,

while I
(in want)
two Lives
Behind..

but She
Plants
Sweet
Roses in
My Head!

(which kills
black Thorns
within My
Mind.)

j.stephen.h.

sometimes i say goodnight to love.

sometimes i say goodnight to love.
__________________________

sometimes i say goonight
to love,

then stare at the wall for
hours, until it seems to
grow eyes.. which see the
ugliest parts of me.

(parts that she
in Love
consider Pretty.)
__

i've never been called
beautiful,

but..always wanted to
believe.

(there is something in
me good to see.)

no..you (alone) are
beautiful my love.

(and I am a beast..
by love redeemed.)

j.stephen.h.

a series of words.

a series of words.
_________________

there is a certain madness
in these late nights on which
i thrive.

(madness of the restorative
kind.)

a creative force beyond
reckoning which creates
and destroys worlds.

(just to see shit dead or
alive.)
_

i was possibly normal once.
or as normal as any cliche
can be.

but i don't know which fate
is worse.

(My Art or Their Normalcy.)
_

and there is a certain...
truth to this madness
that only other mad-people
can see..

this..
ability to create and
destroy everything.

(with a series of words.)

j.stephen.h.

this is truly fated

this is truly fated
__________________

I love you,
and hate repeating
myself,
but,
I LOVE YOU..
and this thought
is not my Own.

I love you,
and repeat myself,
(though I hate it)
because I Love
you.

(and refuse to be
alone.)

Oh, Love..
(this is truly
fated.)

j.stephen.h.

who (in their folly)

who (in their folly)
__________________

and they held hands
like the dead..
who (in their folly)
love still..

who love like the
living endowed

with a neverending
will.!
_

then
she laughed
the
laugh that
angels
laugh..

until it broke
 through his
devil-frown.

and few things
are
more sacred than
that!

(or can turn
the flat world
upside
down.)
__

and they held hands
like the dead...

the dead!!!!


Who (in their folly)
Love Still...

love is not blind.

love is not blind.
________________

Love is Not Blind..
it has X-Ray Vision..
which sees Beyond
The Flesh, into Ones
Heart.

(To A Core No Hate
could Hope to Find.)

_

Oh The Heaven in
Those Earthly Eyes..!
How they Melt Me..
and May I Drown Forever,
(in those Endless Skies)
Knowing I have Found
My Destiny~!
_

Love does not Die..
but Lives Forever in
The Soul of Man.

Present when we
Laugh, or Cry..

Known whenever
I Hold her Hand!

(and I shall keep
Her Always By My
Side.)

j.stephen.h.

this is our love.

this is our love.
______________

This is Our Love.
Two Souls Broken
Beyond Repair united
in a common Creative,
and Romantic Cause..

To..Use Art as a Tool
which Creates meaning
where none formally
exists..

because it combats
the Randomness and
Absurdity of Life!

+++

My Love..I've
seen you tame
DragonFlies..

and THAT is My
Meaning..!

which I discovered
in A Voice capable
of befriending
beasts!

I hear it in your
gentle words which
I know with certaintly
Truly Love Me..

unfailingly.

+++

Together we
Are One Alone,

Apart..

Nothing!!

+++

So ..Laugh with
Me Love..

Laugh at it
All..

till it's All
Means
Something!

(and this Absurdity
is Less.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Many Love(s) of "I".

The Many Love(s) of "I".
_____________________

Mary was a clever girl..
with hair of black and
skin of Pearl..

God he Loved her
so!

(more than anything in
The Ever-Worlds.)
_

Alise was lovely,
with one hell of a
temper..

(but gentle thus, he
oft remembers.)

able to tame the Souls
of Men.

(or leave their Fragile
Minds dismembered.)

__

Rose was Lovely..
(as her name suggests.)

A Maiden full of
Tenderness..

but She died the
saddest of them
All.

(with The Pure
Heart Broken in Her
Chest.)

__

Sara liked to laugh
and Sing..

(her voice was like
A Newborn Spring.)

Songs of Love which
won him Over!

(Long before their
War-Time Wedding.)

__

Annabelle was quite
The Muse..

(which any would
lament to Lose.)

but rarely spoke more
than a Word.

(most declared she
was Abused.)

__

Anna however..
she's the Greatest..

(all combined and
for Him Fated.)

who holds The Key
to Eternal Joy!

(and never
will we be
Separated.)

j.stephen.h.

Duality's Contradictive I. (The Marriage of Absurdity and reason.)

Duality's Contradictive I.
(The Marriage of Absurdity
and reason.)
____________________

She dosen't
understand yet,
but..Her Thoughts
will make Tomorrow
Faceless..

and the Absurd
will result from
Duality's Contradictive
"I."

+++

For Words give
birth to all manner
of Negative and
Positive (sometimes
Gray/Neutral) Things..

because of this..
(and The Uniqueness of
her Self-Fated Being)
Doomsdaye Sings.

(Songs of New
and Old Beginnings
which shall re-Create
or Destroy Everything.)

+++

The Godself
consumes
completely..
but where Shadows
Lurk The Devil/I
Remains..!!

Challenging all
Things Good and
Sacred to a Duel
of Self No Side
can Win.

(Because they've
always been the
Same.)

+++

This is
"Her Paradox"
and Mine
because We
were Birthed
from the Same
Grim Neutral
Star of Universal
Ambivalence..

and our Love
Murders, Creates,
adds, subtracts,
implodes, explodes.

(everything in
the World(s).)

+++

The Marriage of
Absurdity and Reason...
it is a Grave Affair
which makes Zombies
of Souls once endowed
with Personal Freedom..

She/the/Bride
I/The/Groom..

Love/Doom.

+++

Tomorrow/Faceless.

j.stephen.h./
ThIrTeEn.

a response to those voices in the wind.

a response to those voices in the wind. ________________________

yes...i hear those voices in the wind too. but is it enough? to say..

i'll always love you.

+++++

i'm forever to be the boogie-man..
with ONE SOFT spot.
(in here.)

this bottomless hole
(within my soul..)
that only you can fill!!
(with tears.)

or kill..!!
(repeatedly through these endless years.)

+++++++

because we suffer,
and love is eternal..
shall we eternally suffer?

eternally love so much,
and so much care,
that thoughts of an "other"
poisons our Hearts!?

and sends our thoughts
into the Nowhere!

(with faith no
longer there.)

++++++

no one breaks
a heart like you
do..

but no one thus
mine can repair!

so if Eternity is
A Pit we Fall
into..

I'll share it with
thee, my Love.

(I SWEAR.)

+++

those voices
of love within the
wind..

are you and I..
(from lives
before)

and we shall
hear them now,
and thus again..
never to die!!

(but Dream
Forevermore.)

j.stephen.h.

we have eternity in common

we have eternity in common now.

_____________________

We have Eternity
in

common now...

which death shall

never touch, nor claim;

As angels sing love's

praises loud!

(in voices far exceeding

Fame.)

I'll love you every

sunlit day,

and every moonlit

night of madness,

on every morn twice-

kissed by Rain!!!

(long after strength,

and Beauty passes.)

for
we have eternity

in common now,..

which death shall

never harm nor maim..

as Angels sing God's

Praises Loud!

( For A Love which

Far Exceeds All Fame.)

J.s.H.

organic androids

organic androids.
________________

My opinion is the
unpopular one yes,
but it's often the
Honest, and RIGHT
Opinion which refuses
to bow to the whims
of Organic Androids
in A Collective Society,
who often confuse their
Programmed Wants with
the ability to Freely Choose.

In reality, most (unless
they are intellectual
radicals who have excercised
Genuine Critical Thinking
in some way and think
outside the Concrete-Box)
are slaves to marketing
gimmicks, and various other
means of Hegelian Dialecticism.
(look it up..learn something.)
and few have had an Original
Thought since the turn of Last
Century.

Out Children are NOT being
Educated..they are being
Programmed to serve as little
"Tools of The State" who grow
up to work and pay into a Nonsense
System which robs them, and
starves their minds of any real
sense of Self.

That Paper you work for
is Paper..and valuable because
you have been conditioned
to "think" it is valuable...
and now even that is mostly
numbers in a machine which
supposedly determine your
"worth."

GONE is the
"Free Market."
No More is Liberty..
and Farewell...
Self-Reliance.

but..by all means.

(enjoy being another cog
in the fuckin Machine.)

j.s.h.

beyond these broken years.

beyond these broken years.
______________________

in darkness
i am there,...

holding these dying
stars for you,

until the world grows
bright again,

(or begins to care.)

and revives those
eyes of blue.

+++

i remember
fondly hope..

it was here
a while to sit..

but Life
has lost all
scope!

(and become
a vipers
pit.)

+++

but...
in the
darkness i
am here,

holding
these dying
stars for
you..

and
if
hope won't
dry your
tears.

I'll give you
smiling eyes
anew!

(to see
beyond these
broken years.)

__

j.s.h.

who rides hopes sinking ship

who rides hopes sinking ship.
___________________

at times i miss not
missing..

watching the moon
through my broken
window

hating the world..
and wishing...

that I and love,
(or love and I)
were kissing.

she owns me,
and the heart
is cruel..

a rugged master
with the harshest
whip..

and i love
her,

but I am
a Fool!

(who rides
hopes sinking
ship.)

j.stephen.h.

insane/genius?

insane/genius?
(shall we let the
mind-raped world
decide?)
_____________

Insane?..sure..
that's always the
label Genius
gets in the beginning..

before the world
accepts One's Unwanted
Truth.

+++

Insane is how 1,000
monkey's die each
day to perpetuate
another's cause.

INSANE...is
devoting yourself
senselessly
to society's useless
propaganda,

because you admire
the "security" which
comes when you choose
to adhere to 30,000
bullshit laws.

(all designed to
rape the soul of
freedom.)

j.s.h.

your own grim hearted villain

your own grim-hearted villain.
___________________

my chest is
pounding like
red madness
on a white day
with pheonix
doves roasting
in the ashes.

(addicted to the
stench of dying
flames.)

and love can
only save me
if i let her save
me because
i am too-sane.

((though the
world
(within) is
crazy.))

+++

falling is a
sacred art if
it becomes
your lone
Religion.

but..I
(love)
prefer to
play an
Honorable
Role.

(and Remain
You
Grim Hearts
Villain.)

j.stephen.h.

there never was a paradise.

there never was a paradise.
_____________________

i just hold the boy,
and let him cry..

knowing (from my
own grim past)
what horrors dance
behind his eyes..

that loss of illusion,
innocent and dear!

(which once resembled
paradise.)

+++

why are people
so damn thoughtless?

so quick to war,
and slow at peace?

at times i think
the end's upon us!

(at times i think we
are diseased.)

+++

i can tell now by
his tortured stare,

this child is broken
beyond repair..

and wish that i could
steal back paradise!!

(or make somebody
care.)

+++

these tears i weep
are for a kid,
that i knew before.
(but won't again.)

buried in my
shattered head!

(murdered by the
fists of men.)

+++

so i just hold the
boy, and let him cry.

knowing (from my
own grim youth!!)

that there Never
Was A Paradise...

(and Death THe

OnlY

TruTh.)

j.stephen.h.

the star gazers.

The Star Gazers.
______________

Sometimes I think that
every conversation we
have (or ever will have)
is one long, and continuous
saga of unintentional poetry
read by secret gods who
hide behind those pretty
stars your beautiful mind
dreams of when looking
up at the mysterious heavens
in pursuit of meaning to
the world.

And those Secret Gods
laugh with us..and weep
with us..and share our
burdens as their own.
(because in a sense they
ARE.)

Hell...your Tears could
have Created Those Stars!
Or perhaps they are the Flowers
of an older time, when you
stood Higher Above In The
Heavens, looking Down Into
An Abyss that was immediately
brightened by your Unearthly
Stare?

---

Forever once terrified me..
because (in my Loneliness )
I assumed that I would spend
eternity lonely..as This Madman
trapped in a Cave-of-Self,
unable to look beyond The
Darkness of My Progressively
Dwindling Soul.

Yet now, my Love (who's
tears created The Stars)
Forever has been restored
to that Promise spoken of
by those Secret Gods!!

(who share our
Everything.)

j.stephen.h.

the joyous pleasure of romantic suffering.

The Joyous Pleasure
of Romatic Suffering.
_________________

She sat staring
in silence for
hours but her face
said too much,
and he knew then
love was beyond
his power.

(or something
like a crutch.)

Why is it the
most memorable
Love stories end
in Death, Suicide,
or some other Un-
requited Tragedy?..

As if the World
is full of Cynical
Bastards who do
not Wish to Believe.

(in An Inspiring
Story.)
_

But, if She knew
now what the World
believed then (and
still secretly hopes
for) would it really
change anything?

This, Dear Reader
is A Paradox.

(which notes
The Joyous
Pleasure of
Romantic
Suffering.)

j.stephen.h.

duality

Duality.
__________

you are my
Duality..

A Positive..
Angelic
Force.

(which
compliments
the Beast inside
of Me.)

+++

And
So this is
Salvation?

Loves'
"Cleansing
Cure.."

My Grim
Souls
Liberation!!

(By Those
Ocean Eyes
made Clean
and Pure.)

Shall I
continue
this My
Love?

This
Testimony
of AMour?

Become A
White and
Noble Dove!!

(instead of
Babylonian
Whore.)

I Need you
but do you
Need Me?

A Dark,
Contradictive
Duality!

BY my
understanding
it sadly seems,
that Angels
are already
Free.

(so perhaps
by Love I shall
enslave thee?)

j.stephen.h.

oh my godless god. (how my godless life needs godly editing.)

Oh, My GoDlEsS gOd!!!!
(how my godless life
needs godly editing.)
=++++++++++++++++=

"I hate my life"
(he said.)
"and so I'll
write another
version."
(one in which
the world is
Dead.)

++++

"but..who will
give birth...
to the last dead-
man on earth?"

(with nothing
above to form
through Love
An Image In
The Dirt.)

+++

"Oh, My
Godless God!.."
"how My Godless
life needs Godly
Editing!!"

"New ways
to look at Old
Ideals."

(or FiNeR
AnGeLs worth
Accrediting.)
+++

"In My Next
Life I will Be
the Jolly
Husband
of Of a
MeRRy
WiFe."

"and our kids
will not be
bloodthirsty
idiots."

(obsessed with
GuNs AnD
kNiVeS.)

"oh..My
GoDlEsS
gOd!!"

("how my
GoDlEsS
life needs
gOdlY
editing.")

j.stephen.h

machine gun cupid

machine gun cupid.
_______________

ah, Love!!..
tw'once was
Pure,..and
Bright!

but..now
it's Dark,

so that A
Crazy Machine -
Gun Cupid,

(clothed in
Night)

Sprays The
World with
Poisoned
Hearts!!

(because he
views them
all as Parasites.)

Skies
are Blue..
and..Blood
is Red..

but (Love)
I Cannot pick
a Rose for
You!

(for thou Art
Dead.)

J.Stephen.H.

mostly to conceal. ( Hell's Impending Flames.)

mostly to conceal.
(Hells Impending Flames.)
_______++++++++________

They are partial to
using a series of didactic
words, and profound
explanations,
(mostly to conceal their
ignorance.)
and this works well for
them, because the majority
claps, and cheers in mock-
understanding.

(mostly to conceal their
ignorance.)
_

A Child lays Listening to
The Wives tales of his
Mother, (passed down from
her Mother) and falls asleep
Happily satisfied with the earthly
Wisdom he's been Spoonfed;
(mostly to conceal his ignorance.)
as Father sits awake downstairs
in his creaky rocking chair,
sipping cheap scotch, and talking
to the Dead.

(mostly to cope with That Fear of
Truth singing like a Shadow
In His Head.)
__

I've met scores of Lovers
who have written loads of
of Beautiful Poetry to one
another,...grand expressions
of Love, Faith and Trust.
(often to conceal their Endless
lust.) and I've smiled (even
laughed) with them,..
complimenting their Art.

(mostly to conceal disgust..
burning in my Lustful Heart.)
__

An Elderly Man far along
in years sits alone at the park,
smiling at Young Lovers walking
quickly past in near-effeminate
grace. (mostly to conceal the
tears pouring down his secret face.)
then he mutters softly to himself.

("Please Death...take me out of
this Place.)
__

epilogue
___

I sit here now.. writing my
sad , cynical views.. expressed
haphazardly in odd, didactic
frames...Certain (beyond love,
trust, and faith) that I know
what This Life is...

Mostly to conceal my
Ignorance..and Fear!!

of Hell's Impending
Flames.)

j.stephen.h.

a mad craving

A Mad Craving.
_____________

I crave you...
like madness
craves sanity..

sitting up nights
trapped in dreams
confused with
Life's Reality.

and..we dance
this crazy dance
that sane souls
dance to occupy
their thoughts with
Romance...

and it's...
so fucking
Crazy.

(but the
ONLY
Thing which
Keeps US
SANE.)

j.stephen.h

why the tinman never smiles

why the tin-man never smiles.
____________________

ask Dorothy why
The tin-man never
smiles, on cold nights
surrounded by
Mindless Scarecrows,
and Wimpy Lions,
who sing away their
blues.

She will say..
"Oh
well.."
"I Love You!"

(as if THAT
explains the incessant
clicking of those
ruby-fuckin-shoes!!!!)

and
Why does the
Wizard wring his
Wrists in Irony,
if a simple
Pair of Heels, and
grain of Belief
would set The all Free?

(or give my
haunted
mind relief,
and bring
every non-existent
angel
back to me.)

+

The witch wasn't
always such a bitch...

she LOVED once..

loved that Bastard
Wizard who fooled
her with His Trickery
over something as
moronic as an Ego-Trip.

(thus i'm led to wonder
constantly  who the
Genuine Villain Is.)

+

Ask the Tinman why
he has No Heart..
on warm days surrounded
by sweet maidens and
sweeter friends.

Because..

This
Hopeless
World
Dark!

and often
seems
pretend!!

but..

love on
Dorothy...

(love on.)

j.s.h.

my ugly words

My Ugly Words.
+++++++++++++

My Ugly Words
make Onions Cry
Roses,

but, alas they
weep for Thee,
MY Sweet.

Weep for The
Dead because
I'm Happy they
made it out of
Their Misery.

Weep for The
Living who suffer
still..

Weep..
Because it
Proves there
is no Ending.

(to the Insanity
of The Universal
Will.)

j.s.h.

shadowland

There once was a
Love who stood too
close to My Shadow
and got burned.

(it was the Coldest
Lesson she ever
Learned.)

It's like that here..
in ShadowWorld.
This Land of Painful
Tears.

(wandered by
dumb, and Naive
Girls.)

god of misery

God of Misery.
___________

IT is
ME..

and I
am IT..

The God
of Misery,
who looks
like a Rose.

(but smells
like Shit.)

We've been
here Before..
(this Pit.)

and died
repeatedly.

at the hands
of a Heart
which Cannot
Forget!

The Brutality
of Nature.

(that Loving
Whore.)

But..
it Is
what
It Is..

and..
Lucky
Us!..

who always
Remember!

The Keepers
of that Rose!

(or Shit
which leaves
my Soul
Dismembered.)

j.stephen.h.

im no savior

I'm no Savior.
____________

I'm No Savior..
and cannot walk
on water..

(beneath Tides
where Angels
Linger)

but..I've walked
with Madness through
the Flames of your
Heart.

(and didn't burn
my finger.)

Yeah..
My soul
has seen
Better Days
for sure..

(in which
Beauty also
came with a
sense of Righteous
Purpose.)

but, Love
gives me the
Faith to Endure!

(and I know
Life isn't
Worthless.)
__

No..My Love
I'm certainly
no Savior,

(with the ability
to call down
Angels from their
Secrets Stars.)

but YOU
ARE.

(you my love
who kiss away
my scars.)

j.stephen.h.

the dead breeds smiles

the dead breed smiles.
_______________

Should Things
Reminiscent
of The Dead
Breed Smiles?

Or lazy tears
half spent?..

sitting in our
Coffins of
Denial!

(wondering
where the time
has went.)

Nothing Tragic
could wear your
skin..

yet I see
The Mouth
of Misery
open up
for all to
See..

such Beauty..
(it should be
a Sin!)

devours
Me.

j.s.h.

Thirteen Loves Pretend

There was something
truly off about Him..
not the Painted Plaster
Smile..

(nor even The Scarecrow
Heart Turned Grim.)

no..
I think it was that
elusive style!!

(which murdered 13
Love's Pretend.)
__

Few saw past The
Postured Veil..

or Heard The Chaos
in His voice..

until He Rained Upon
Them Hell!

(though some declared
he had "no choice.")

the first child

the first child
_____________

geez..another life
lecture..really?

DO all mothers
and Fathers Smoke,
while telling their
kids not to?

(it's stupid, you'll
die..and et cetera.)

Such a Hypocrisy
Early Life is...

and one would think
it would eventually
evolve into something
more conducive to
"Logic"...but..Logic
has always been the
Science of Three-Year-
Olds caught in the Why?
Stage hasn't it?

If there's any hope for
the world...

it will Lie within
the Heart of that
First Child who
honestly QUESTIONS
the Absurdity of
EVERYTHING
It's TOLD.

XIII

epigrams on criticism (to be cont.)

Thirteen Epigrams on Critics.
___________________________

1.
___

A Critic who
offers opinions
on the Works of
Others, yet himself
has never written..
is like a Farmer
who buys his Crops
from the MarketPlace.

(then complains of their
Fruitlessness while
selling them to The Mass.)
___

2.)

no tomorrow

No Tomorrow.
_____________

Men like Me
have No Tomorrow..
because we sit
up Nights Dreaming
of That Perfect Love,
which will ease Our
Mortal Sorrow!...

Then, (when it
finally comes) we
cling stubbornly
to The Moment,
as if it may pass,
and never again
be Borrowed!!

(but become an
Ominous Past.)

j.stephen.h.

The Birth of King Contradictus-Invictus. (A Demonic Lamentation of Salvation which shall Surely Damn Us All.)

The Birth of King Contradictus-Invictus.
(A Demonic Lamentation of Salvation
which shall surely Damn us All.)
____________________

T'was a Mad Mad Day
On The Night of June,
that I (in my Hypocrisy)
Barked like a Cat At
The Dead Dead Moon.

(which brought New
Dying Life to Me.)

And Love frowned
Hatefully with a Smile
that melted The Burning
Hearts of All Demonic
Angels who flew (from
The Underworld) to See..

The Birth of Contradictus
Invictus. (Their Cherished
King.)

"He is Damned" said Those
Damnable Critics who (to
Any True Artist) are Lambs
best suited to Be Fed to
Wandering Souls Departed.

"but..yes he's Damn Good
Too!"

(for one so Fully Empty
Hearted..and Crazier Than
You.)
__

There were Gods in Those
Dark Days..who Did Similarly
Godly Things that All Good
Gods Thus Darkly Do.

And I (in further Hypocrisy)
was The Fortunately Unfortunate
Fiend Blessedly Cursed to
Be Their Scribe.

(and record my Impressions
From A Noon-Day Moon.)

"He is God" The Heathenly
Heathens (who grind the Bones
Of Spirits into Bread)  Said..
Not-Half-So-Merrily.

"But he should Have Been
The Devil Instead!"

(and Brought New-Dying-
Life to Me.)

XIII

j.s.h.

in my socratic rule

In My Socratic Rule.
_________________

look on the brightside..
(my shadow said.)
then..abandon faith
ye who frolick here..

for what mirror can
reflect ...such beautiful
suicide?

(without choking on
the shards of tears.)

yes love I am a fool..
but..the wisest...

A King of Paupers
in My Socratic Rule.

(the kind which any
respective Oracle
thus Despises.)

jsh.

hero

Hero?..not likely..
for in the End it's
Always the Me-Child
he's trying to save
from that Fathomless
Dark..

walking through this
veil of lies towards
a truth that will likely
be more deceving than
the grave i've dug for
myself with words.

(the only thing honest
being My Heart.)

tomorrow comes not..

Tomorrow comes Not.
(a Choice Opposed To Fate.)
+++++++++++++++++++++++

The rage boils
in its mind..

corrupting once
sweet places,

that His Love no
longer finds..

due to angels
turning their
faces.

(from The
Grace he
sought within
A Heart
to find.)
__

This Time
Tomorrow
comes not..

my love..

it was a
Moment Too
Late.

Remember
thus before I
start to Rot.

(and ponder
Now a Choice
Opposed to
Fate.)

j.s.h.

only paper wings he tore

only paper wings he tore.
______+++++++________

They were only paper wings
he tore..

piece by
paper piece.

Yet he couldn't usurp the
crown she wore!

(nor cure her hearts
disease.)

___

A mysterious
conundrum
to be certain...

Fate Stabbed
Madly
Faceless Fast.

but (still) I know that
behind Life's Curtain

waits An Endless
Love.

(which
lasts.)

j.stephen.h.
_______

waiting thus to state my cold complaint.

waiting thus to state my cold complaint.
             +++++++++++++

          I no longer write of
          fond times and good
          memories..

          because I've lost the
          imagination to create..

          something true, exterior
          to such wish in me.

          (greater than my Own
          Odd Lonely Fate.)
          _

          Nor do I weep for
          typical causes which
          inspire,

          (a tear within the eye
          of Every Saint.)

          but rather sit beside
          a Dying Fire!!

          (waiting thus to State
          My Cold Complaint.)

          J.Stephen.H.

regardless still the power of her song.

regardless still the power of her song.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

when ignored the beast
sheds tears that sound
like glass falling on c-
oncrete ..

smothering the demons
in a way which seems
wrong. (even for them)

but what's broken
(though strong)..
cannot be repaired!

(regardless still the
Power of Love's Song.)
_

they fed Their
Hearts to one
another like lovers
sharing dinner
by candlelight..

The bitterness
and Honey mingling
in Ways that
reminds Him nothing
could be more
perfectly flawed..

but..her eyes
consume him
most..

he saw them
in in his shattered
head!!

(Everytime she
fucking called.)
___

but..
when the beast
ignores his better
angels,

The Solitude shall
BeCoMe A
hAmMeR which
breaks
away the Hearts
resolve,

in a way that
only Silence
can Strangle!!

(regardless still
The Power of
Her Song.)

jsh

___

ThE dEcEdEnT

The Decedent.
_______________

Decedent..
proceeding..

to a
Better
(or Worse)
Place.

with you..
and I ..

(once again
Greeting.)

Never to
Die!!

Forever
Entreating!

(New Angels
to Fly.)
___________

oh love, was it but
a fleeting moment
for the devil to feel
graced?,...

by A Mystery
Above which
eases The
Boredom of This
Place!!!
________

I am a
Walking
Decedent..

Always
proceeding..

To a Better
(or Worse.)
Place!!!

(where Silence
seems to be
The Only Reality
I'll be Greeting.)

j.s.h.
ThIrT33N

( BeCaUsE i HaVe A sOuL)

because i have a soul
_____________________

sometimes..
(because I
have a soul)
i say that i
do not have
a soul..

and for a
few half-
seconds of
these Eternal
Hours My
Heart Breaks
Less..

then I catch
my breath..
spash cold
water on my
face, (much
to the amusement
of those Shadows
in The Mirror)
and begin my
days routine.
__

but..
my Pain
is Poison
for Angels,
and a Killer
of Their Minds
Tranquility..

so that
one moment
together means
to be Forever
Lost and Damned.

(all for but
a glimpse
of Me.)
__

bRoKeN wAtChEs

bRoKeN wAtChEs.
_______________

you...
you..

hAvE ThE
kInD oF
cRoOkEd
HeArT-bEaT
aNy DeViL
cOuLd SeT
a bRoKeN
WaTcH
tO.

but...
but..

In SpItE
oF tHiS..

yOuR eYes
ReFlEcT
tHe HeAvEnS
bLuE!!

I..
(I.)

DiE iNsIdE
yOu..

YoU..
mY lYiNg
TrUtH...

___

sometimes
i think FrEuD
was right...

A gOd In FaCt
(iN hIs OwN
gRiM rIgHt.)

exposing the
horny infants
of the world.

(who grow to
be Hornier
Parasites.)
__

I...
I..

aM
a DaMn
CrItIc
oF tHeSe
DaMnEd
TiMeS..

sO mAdLy
InTo YoU..

(who reads
between the
lines.)

that..
that..

I
hAvE
a cRoOkEd
DeViL
hEaRt...!!!


(that aNy
FaLLeN AnGeL
cOuLd sEt
It'S bRoKeN
wAtCH
tO.)

j.s.h.

the black badge of cowardice

ThE bLaCk BaDgE
oF cOwArDiCe.
_______________________

He wears his
Black Badge
of Cowardice..

Such Pride..
Such Pride..

or perhaps
I'm Reading
too much into
This?

(Without
Clearly seeing
the Other
Side.)

I (for one)
have never
Understood
such fear..

being a Noble
Warriors Son.

(with angel
strummers and
devil drummers
playing in my ear.)

The God
(in Me)
seems Lost
and Restless,

The Devil
(Breed)
Laughs OnYx
TeArS!

Perhaps
they're simply
one and The
Same?

(perhaps I've
had too many
Beers?)

He weeps
Black Tears
of Heavenly
Rage..

Such Doubt..
Such Doubt!!

But Can It Ever
be the Same?

(now that
The World
has Torn My
Fucking Heart
Out?)

j.stephen.h.

life sweet life

Life sweet Life!.
______________

Life sweet Life
how Sacred You
I Find..

when I clutch the
Porcelin God,

looking Paranoid
through the Blinds.

Today will thus
be shitty..

yay.

but I wouldn't
have it any other
way.

Because Angels
still they run this
City!

(though more and
more seem dressed
in Bleeding flames.)

Life sweet life
how sacred thee
i find,

when i choke
the Living shit
out of you..

screaming at
Phantoms through
the blinds.

(is any of this True?)

j.s.h.

socratic poison

socratic poison.
____________________

who wants to read minds
when you can erase them?

starting from scratch a re-
vision of visions upon a
sightless canvas..

to create.

(a better machine.)

Turing had it wrong..
or maybe he was right
in a time when Right
was still valid?

Now we all dance like
monkeys to technology's
Song.

(with trembling fingers
thin and pallid.)

Why read a book when
you can travel with ease
the Information Super
Highway?

Or wonder with a
Philosophical mind
what Youths mean when
they say the things they
say??!!

Socrates Weeps.

(and I would drink
his poison..anyway.)

jsh

the dreaded cliche

tHe DrEaDeD cLiChE
________________

SuIcIDe..
the dreaded cliche..
the selfish act.
(the Great escape.)

seems everyone
has a few cents
to throw into the
Philosophical Honey
Pot on such matters.

(but none are bold
enough to admit
how stupid they are
about it.)

So...
Try this
one..

"A refusal to
dance for the pipers
of The World."

"Admitting that
Death is the ONly
Certainty in Life
and we likely die
endless."

"Knowing when
to Cash in Your
Chips before you
Become The Villain."

"Taking matters
into your own hands
instead of cowering
before False Ideals
offered by The Pariahs of
This World who enslave
Minds, and Rape what
may have once been the
Semblance of a Soul."

"An Involuntary Response
to the Hostility one feels
at the Hands of an Ever-
Chaotic Universe."

"Trying out ...
new things."

(Because Life Fucking
Bores You.)

"An artist's last statement
to an Imaginary Audience."

"Shit Happens."

"A cure to the Sickness
called Living."

(bang. and the walls
run red with Madness.)

bang!

(and the angels laugh
once more.)

Bang!!!!!!!!!!!

(spare your superficial
sadness.)

Bang!!!

(he slams the final
door.)

bang...

a Crimson Rose
surrounds his head.

(as they scrape him
from the floor.)

XIII.

en memorandum

en memorandum.
____________

In Memory of
those Memories
that are Not So
Memorable To
Me Now.

(devoured by
My Enemies in
The Twitching
Of A Devils
Brow.)

Angels come
and Angels Go,

but only
such
(in life)
is Certain!

No Man escapes
His Fated Sorrow,
nor the Eyes of
Death!

(that wink behind
Life's Curtain.)

jsh