the importance of a gallows

The Importance of a Gallows.
++++++++++++++++++

One wasted Trip..
2 Dead Thoughts..
and a Hopeless Dream..
(which continues to
torture me.)

What Hell could
beat such Odds?
Or Perpetuate the
Significance of Heaven?!
(as Society breeds
Angels to Die for Mammom.)

I've called to You
(Dear Mystery)
for Centuries...and
drown in the Silence
of Your Cold Indifference.
+++

Paranoid about the
Grave..I spent much
of youth contemplating
its permanence..but
eventually fell in Love.

(Coming to realize
most Love Truly Kills
You.)

Oh well..
another Dream I
Guess..

lacking in logic
but containing an
Abyss of Irony
which contradicts
The Noose.

(by arguing
the Importance of
A Gallows.)

j.s.h.

heartsick and contagious

Heartsick and contagious.
++++++++++++++++++++

Heartsick and
Contagious,..
She caught
My Disease...
watching me.

Madly pace these
Imaginary Stages.

(reciting Shadow
Poetry.)

+++

Hello there my
Love..
I am Death, and
Love You!

Love The
Tattered
Wings,

and
Necklace/
Noose!

But Goodbye
seems
more desired
by
This Crowd.

(and few shall
ever
profit from The
Truth.)

+++

Your Eyes
they carry
A Sadness
now,..

(Sadness
which bears
A Certain
Scent.)

though you
assume
your tears are
not allowed!!

(or that Demons
Laugh when
You Lament.)

+++

So ..
Farewell
My Pretty
Bullseye-
Heart...

until
Tomorrow...

(when Night
no longer seems
Too Dark.)

I Promise
That I'll
eat Your
Sorrow!!

and The
Shadows
will never
hit Their
Mark!

so long
as I
Madly
Pace!!!

(Life's
Imaginary
Stage.)

J.Stephen.H.

a mouth that speaks beyond this nowhere.

A mouth that speaks
beyond this nowhere.
+++++++++++++++

We sat beneath
the shooting stars..
Watching the sky
weep red..

Picking at
mental scars.

(Pretending our
hearts were dead.)

You have the
oddest laugh..
My..pretty pretty
tragedy..

It sounds like
breaking glass!

(Of a multicolored
variety.)
+++

I'm not in denial...

I swear..

And I'd kill those
Stars to see you
smile!!

(With a mouth that
Speaks beyond this
nowhere.)

J.Stephen.h.

the chaos scoffers.

The Chaos Scoffers.

________________

They scoff at his views on

chaos..

but their laughter lets him

know the chaos has won..

without the firing of a shot.

(or threats of War Against

The Sun.)

+++

He is...

such an anamolous

machine really..

a slave who waves his

banner of truth.

(without caring about

liberty.)

+++

ask tomorrow..

and you'll find

a dead man..

a shadow dancing

with the hidden

rainbow of itself..

killing serpents to

feed The Saint!

(and escape his

self created hell.)

jsh

the old trenchcoat.

The Old Trenchcoat.
++++++++++++++

Last Night I fell asleep
wearing the Old Trenchcoat
you gave me..

and was transported into
this crazy dream starring
a Jack The Ripper style
Vigilante who takes out
all The Scum.

He led Every Monster
into the Sea.

(to the Beating of His
Crimson Drum.)

+++

Phantom Smiles rained
heavily from the watching
masses..

it was a Rainbow
Storm of False Glee..
incapable of penetrating
the Darker Truth.. that
Vengeance can never
possibly restore what
makes us Happy..
and we All view the
world through Shattered
Glasses!!

(I realized this the
moment My Shadow
Took You From
Me.)

+++

On 13th and Mirror
Street..The Residents
have a saying:

"The best way of
looking at things
is to first assume
Everyone is Blind."

Certain Locals believe
they Worship The
Beast..

Others feel they
are The Saviors of
Mankind.

As for Me..
A Lost Man
who found Himself..
(Alone)

I think
Redemption
is something that
only The Self can
Find!!

+++

I woke up in The
Old Trenchcoat you
gave me..

Screaming Madness
at The Walls because
I tripped over countless
Sad Memories on the
way back through my
Minds Broken Door.

And there You were..
Sweet Angel of My
Slavery!!

Perfect..
even unto
Death.

(Lying Lifeless
on The Floor.)

J.Stephen.H.

creating our inevitable fall

Creating Our Inevitable Fall.

___________________________

XIII+++++++++XIII

_____________

Q:) When you don't know where

you stand in the world, is it better

to Jump? (or Sit Waiting for that

Inevitable Fall?)

+++

A:) Few possess little (to any)

Immediate Knowledge of The

Inevitable Fall. (anymore than

that of x_Original Sin_x.)

Most simply declare A State of

Nature.

Or assume that various Gods

(or A God) abandoned them.

(and I love to Hate Loving 
Them All!!!!).

+++

I painted x_Thirteen Mental

Pictures_x across this Sacrificial

Wall of Solipsistic Reason...

then Cried Dead Smiles at Happy

Monkeys who seem more endowed

with x_Soul_x than "I".

They accused Me/Us of

Treason!!

(We Laughed because

Death is A secret Comedy

in which Nothing Sacred ever

Dies.)

+++

And alas!!  
Here

We Stand!!!

(Creating Our

Inevitable Fall.)

j.s.h.

my imaginary funeral

Sometimes I wonder
what my Brains would
look like painted on
A Cold, White Wall.

Would it be Morbid Art?

Or another Weak Man's
Surrender to Life's Enduring
Tragedy?

+++

I'm sitting at My Imaginary
Funeral.

Watching to see who
All gave a shit about
me.

There are two people here.

(and one weeps out of
self-pity.)

+++

In a Chaotic Universe
such as this there are
various possibilities..

two of my favorites
are:

1) all are blameless..

and/or2)

ALL ARE TO
BLAME.

+++

dark turns the day

dark turns the day.
++++++++++++++

Dark turns The Day
My Love..

Dark turns the Day
without you ..

and I no longer
pray to The Above!

( from this Abyss
of Self I fell into.)

+++

Fake are The Smiles
now..

The Fake Smiles These
Petty
Androids cast before
me..

Yet still I try not
to allow!

(My Soul to Bow
to Misery.)

+++

Hope is a Rope
My Love..

A Rope fashioned
into a Noose..

with The Silent
Executioner reigning
Above!!

(Alone as a
Recluse.)

+++

Dark are The
Days My Flame!

The Ominous Days
without your Face..

and I cannot bear
this Mark of Shame!

(which deprives my
Heart of Grace.)

J.S.H.

the devil of lifes nightmare

The Devil of LIfe's Nightmare.
+++++++++++++++++++

I wonder how
close to death I am?

How far from
Life I always was?

Will angels take
me by the hand?

Or toss me to the
flames "BeCaUsE"?!!

(My Soul is Truly
Damned.)

+++

I've wondered
if a God is There?

Listening with
two Loving Ears?

Or am
I The

Devil of Life's
Nightmare?!

(and creator of
ThEsE fEaRs.)

j.s.h.

a his and her grave for 2

A hIs AnD hEr GrAvE fOr 2.
++++++++++++++++++++++

What is
it
that you
see,

(she
asks)

when
you
look into
my
Eyes
of Blue?

I take
a
Drink.

(and
laugh.)

why,
a His
and
Her
Grave
for
2!!

(then
comes
the fated
slap.)

Oh,
the
Slaps!..
yes..
they
are
inevitable..

and she's
fallen
into Love's
Trap!!

(must it
be so
damn
regrettable?)

j.s.h.

when considering the grave.

when considering The Grave.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++

This place is
quite intriguing..

(and I Always
Visit Alone.)

Where the Dead
come to toss their
bones upon the
Crumbling Stone.

(some in laughter,..
others weeping.)

+++

When considering
The Grave,..

I see not a Corpse
reduced to Dirt,
and Dust...

but rather a Waiting
Place which seldom
separates the
Wicked from the Just!

(And ive Forever
been their Slave!!)

+++

I'm here more
often than not it's
been said..

( always
Visiting Alone.)

Here where
The Wandering
Dead

wreak havoc
on my Haunted
Head!!

(and turn
my Heart
To Stone.)

j.s.h.

behind the dying dawn

Behind The Dying Dawn.
++++++++++++++++++

I surround myself
with Pretty Ugly
Things..
except for Echo
and Narcissus..
Who sit laughing
manically by The
Whiskey Springs.
(where many a
Poor Fool Has
Sold his Rented Soul.)

Beauty is overrated
though...
it's like Horror's
Cuter Cousin.
(Who always tries
to come and steal
The Show.)

++++

I taste Dirt in My
Mouth when I hear
New Lovers overstating
their affections,..
(and The Two Shadows
Kissing On the couch
do not greatly assist in
changing my opinions)
Yet everyone else seems
content with these transgressions!

Even a Saint can have devils
in his heart.. waiting to
come out!
For Lust is Nature!
(and We.. it's Faithful Minions.)

++++

It's going to be a Pretty
Ugly Day for Echo and Narcissus..
A day ruled by Queen Cliche, and
The Wicked Reverend Oxymoron...

but, while Most agree that they
want to  kill all of us..
I say the Night has probably always
Reigned!

( Behind The Dying Dawn!)

Still..
The Show ...
The Show
must Go On.

j.stephen.h.

(my first attempted at structured
modernism, with my own parenthetic
twist.)

+++++++++++

Post, Scruptum)
+++
I hope you enjoy walking
blind through a haunted amusement
park of Misplaced Symbols grasping
for a straw to drink the remainder of
your shattered soul with as the cynical
clowns before (and behind) you laugh
in a tragic way that makes you mourn
for this happy world of hapless apes still
convinced a candle of freedom somewhere
burns. (Beyond Lifes Endless Cave.)

A Hot DaY iN hELL

A Hot Day In Hell
+++++++++++++++


T'was a Hot
Day in Hell,
and my Blood
ran Cold..

as Love's
Statue smiled
and gently
Shattered..

not even
leaving a
hand to hold!

(as if it
fucking
mattered.)

+++

I have
a Greasy
Heart
Clogged

to
it's Crippled
Core..

which Beats
(like Madness)
in The Dark.

(where The
Voice of Reason
Screams No
More.)

+++

"Father..
Save Me."..

said The
Monster..

("help me
See with
Golden
Eyes.")

"I did not
mean to
Weep with
Laughter!"

("each time
you mentioned
Paradise.")

+++

Twas A
Cold Day
in Heaven..

and I was
sweating like
Hell..

(looking up
from Far
Below.)

A Saint
before
My fallen
Brethren!

(whose
Angel
Eyes turned
Black and
Hollow.)

+++



J.Stephen.H

+++

before the paupers grave

Before The 

Paupers Grave.

+++++++++++

It is Here

(before 

A Paupers 

Grave)

that I find

Paradise..

when The

Weeping

Dead come

Marching.

(to scratch

out their 

Bleeding 

Eyes!

+++

My Head

was Poisoned

early by 

Fake Hugs,

and Beauty's

Plastic Laugh..

but I blame

Those Angels
in a hurry!

(too busy

to look 

back.)

+++

Oh! A Jester

who dies at 

The Hands of

Boredom,..

should never

Champion

such a Cause.

(since The Jokes

he casts Before

Them seldom

get their Due

Applause.)

+++

It is also Here..

(before The

Paupers Grave)

I find True Hell!!

For when I
dig (and dare
to Face The
Knave.)

I come to 

Realize.

(that I'm

Looking at

Myself.)

J.Stephen.H.

a silence between heartbeats

A Silence between Heartbeats.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++

There is a Silence,,
(between Heartbeats.)
which truly
terrifies Me..
because Bleak Is
The World,

and Angels
seldom come!!..

(except to smother
me in my sleep.)

+++

Dread not
however
Old Lover..

We've been
here before
and shall
recover,..

If Life sees
fit to spare
This Soul!

(we share
 between
eachother.)

+++

I know you
think about it
often..

I think about
it often also...

Sharing
kisses in
Our Coffin!

(though you
still insist that
I am Hollow.)

+++

There is a
Silence in Life
between
God's Heartbeat..

(A Silence only
Dead Men Hear.)

but if Angels
come they only
Whisper!

(Songs of
Suicide
In My Ear.)

j.s.h.