Wednesday, August 19, 2015

for every love to come.

For every love to come.
++++++13+++++++

For Every Love To Come.
++++++13+++++++

Shall we sit once
More by these cold,
Gray shores?
Hoping to see the
Sun?
Wondering what
we're living for.

(Or if The Day was
A Meaningful One.)

+

If I Kiss You will
you Smile at Me?..
With a Mouth that
seems to know the
Secret of every
Love in History ?

Or will you frown
A Shattered Beam?!!
(assuming most
End Miserably.)

++

Would it be a Sin?
(My sweet) to hold
You as The Night
closes in, and the
Moon comes out
To greet everything
that Is..or thus has
Been?

Some prefer to
Be discreet!

(Or remain
platonic
Friends.)

+++

Shall we sit
Forever
by this River?
Staring into the
rushing waters,..
waiting for angels
to deliver.. Our
Souls from The
Wickedry Of Our
Fathers??!!

Or if I Kiss You
"Now" shall we
Be Martyrs?!

(For every love
To come.)

J.Stephen.H.


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

out of this grave

Out of this grave.
++++13+++++++++

And so...
I put my
Devil arm
around
Her Angel
Waist ...
And asked:

How does
My Heart
Taste?

Why does
The crowd
Laugh??!!!
+

It wasn't like
This..in former
Days..

I was a soulless
Bastard...

But..
You've always
Been a Saint.

Isn't it sad
Love?

(The way these
Shadows taint.)
++

In YOU
I've found
Respectable
Wealth ,...

And now
Seek to
Disprove..

The notion
that history
repeats itself.

But..
I need
You my
Flame!

To help !!!

(Dig out
Of this
grave.)

J.S.H.




Sunday, August 16, 2015

I woke up to the end.

I woke up to the end.
+++++++13++++++

I woke up to the end..
In a most unusual way,
And lost the only friend,
I ever thought would stay.

I shouldn't be
Surprised, or
Scratch My face
in rage.

I saw the empty fill
Her Eyes.

(And love then left
Her Face.)
+++

J.s.h.

in sickness and Disease.

In Sickness and Disease.
+++++++13+++++++++

Oh Love how
I Love Thee..
In..Sickness and
Disease,
For..worse or
Worst..
Till Hell do us
Part.
(Or you decide
To kill me.)

+

You are so
Pretty,
Like a flower..
Growing on
A Freshly plotted
Grave..

So...
Fleeting like
these passing
Hours.

(which
constitute
My Days.)

Oh Love..
How I Love
Thee...

In...
Sickness
And
Disease....

J.s.h.

Till every Rainbow dream is dEaD.

Till every
RAiNbOw DrEaM
Is dEaD. (Revised.)
+++13+++

In Love..
A Shadow
beats it's
Brains against
The Wall..

Till every
Rainbow
Dream spills
Out.

But..
it's
Never 
Enough.

(To claim
that
fleeting 
Faith
MeN
Doubt.)
+++

My
Name
Is
Death..

I am The
Law;

an Ancient
Whisper in
Your Head...

Who's hand
Beneath remains
A claw.

I
steal breath!!

(and shall
claim
Thee One and
All.)
+++

There is
Nothing in
This World
Of Mirrors..

but
False Faces
Smiling on in
Irony!!

(To conceal
The Truth of
Tears.)
+++

And so..

I will beat my
Shadow Brains 
against The
Hearts Crumbling
Wall!!!

Till every
Rainbow
Dream...

(is
Dead.)

J.S.H.



Saturday, August 15, 2015

No fury


No fury
++++++++
Love hath no
Fury...like a heart
broken by it's
Misperceptions..
And Hate no
Better Partner
In Crime.

Hashtag:ridiculous...
This Silly Dance
We Do...

And mislabel
As Romance!

(When in truth
We only screw.)

++++

Faith hath no
Fury..like a faithless
Man..

Who sees
It as duty..

To..
Corrupt as
Many as
He can.

Hashtag:
Meaningless..

(Isn't it all.)

Jsh

Friday, August 14, 2015

I won't let go my flame

I won't let go my flame.
+++++++++++++

I never cease
to be amazed...
By the chaos
Of these Summer
Days.

As the Agony
Of My Heart
reveals..

A Grim,
Unsmiling
Face.
+++
Everything real
becomes a ghost..
just when I need
Reality the most.

While Nothing
Good remains the
Same!

Still..lend not my
Head to senseless
Sorrows!

(I won't let go
My Flame....)

J.S.H.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Doomsdaye hope

A Doomsdaye Hope.
++++++13+++++++
    _______________
       ___________
                +

I Wake up
Dead,..
with Fallen
Angels
In My Head..
(staring out A
Doomsdaye
Window.)
Then light my
Devil
Cigarette.

(Before
offering
one To My
Shadow.)

+

Oh why
Shadow
Why?!..
Do you
refuse?

To let me
Sew Your
Spirit  back?!
(To the soles
of these old
Shoes.)

++

But truy what
Hurts the most,..
is that Rusty
Blade Wielded
By Yesterday's
Ghost!

I feel it twistin
in My Spine.

(As the hands of
Death clench
Around My Throat.)

++++

Later,..I'll fall
asleep Dead..
(with Tragic
Memories in
My Head.)

Knowing
Tomorrow
Soon shall
Come !!!

(though I
Hope for
Doomsdaye
Instead.)

J.Stephen.H.