the way of absurdist art

the way of absurdist art.
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these days..
I just write
my demons
away,..

until they
are eaten..
(and
craved)

like Candy
Coated Angels
bleeding from
the Hand of
A Rebellious
Muse..

who never
Prays.

(and laughs
at the Etiquettes
I abuse.)

The Neighbors
see me pacing
frantically across
the porch..

mumbling to
myself..

(seeking to
perfect the
words burning
in me like a
torch)

and likely
assume
I'm crazy as
Hell.

(or in need of
better "Social
Supports.")

but few
understand
The Way of
Absurdist Art..

how it Nails
you to the
Floor!

(and Crucifies
your Heart.)

no...
im far
from insane..

just another
lost soul writing
his demons
away.

(until they're
eaten and
craved.)

j.s.h.

viewed through a blinded angels glasses

viewed through a blinded angels glasses.
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sometimes a
picture isn't
worth much..
but
1,000 tiny
papercuts..
all centered
upon the
Human-Not-
SO-
Human Eye...

looking into
the Minds of
soulless Man-
sluts.

(unaware of the
Prison they
Occupy.)

I see you Beauty,
floating on Your
Pretty Cloud of
Starlit Dreams..

feeding your
pearls to
porcine masses..

and your Smile
is Acid to me!!

(viewed
through
a Blinded
Angels
Glasses.)

oh love..
did you
really think...
you could eat
so many
rose-stuffed
hundred dollar
bills, that
the shit you
sold them
wouldn't stink?

i always
knew beauty..
always knew...

even when you
were the sad girl
standing with
bloody knife in
hand..

laughing over
the bathroom
sink..

telling me to
Be a Man..

have another
drink...!!

fade from the
world with you
just for a while...

long enough
to have
one second of
faith!!

(in something
so useless as
a smile.)

XIII

how deep runs this river love?

how deep runs
this river love?
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oh sacred
flame...
how deep
runs
this river?

where
(low
beneath)
sad fish burn
with Secret
Shame...

hoping their
Souls might
be delivered!

(from The
Devils
they fear in
Vain.)

my sinless
sweet..
you've always
known..

haven't
you?!

that there
is a Madness
working
steadily in
me..

though lately
it seems
more often
tamed!

by those
angel eyes
of blue.

(which rival
the strongest
sea.)

oh flame..
with all
gratitude I
thank thee..

for filling
my Mind
with Glee..

Lo,
How deep
runs this
River Love?!

(deeper than
My Hearts
Insanity.)

j.stephen.h.

the mask of dead comedians

ThE MaSk oF

DeAd CoMeDiaNs.

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My Head is a Grave

Of Secrets Told by

Living Angels who

wear the Masks

of Dead Comedians..

Their Whispers

Freeze A wanting Heart,

As 1,000 Thunders

quake Within My Soul.

On good nights I sit

Laughing at The Walls

In Drunkenness,.. till

The Clock Screams like

A Rabbit caught in the

Iron Jaws of This Trap

Called Life;

But..I am a Humanitarian

at such times,

and put the Clock out

of it's Misery,

Because Death for an

Immortal Presence

Shows Mercy..

(an act of Compassion

towards Rabid Gods

who gnash their Golden

Teeth

at Mortals to express

Eternal Envy.)

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On Bad Nights ,
I AM

The Sad Comedian,

donning the mask of

A Happy Angel to set

The Hearts of Friends

at ease..

but I hate their

fucking Sympathy!

On such occasion

They are Enemies

In wait beyond the Onyx

Gate which Guards me

from The Villain Sanity!

(the worst fate for

slaves Like me.)

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When I was Lonely,

I prayed for A Perfect

Other to break my

Desperate Chains,..

then I fell in Love..

and Fell from Grace,

into A Darkened Sea

Of Hate,

Where Mean Fish

act like hungry

Sharks because they're

Afraid that ..this big

Bad desert world might

eat them ...

like Happy Meals

served to Weeping

Children ...with

Old Souls

destined To be

dust, and Mold!

(and upon such nights

I am a Heathen.)

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but
The thing about this

Grave of Secrets is:

(Shh! Don't tell anyone )

Everyone tells everyone

until everybody knows. .

and then its truly pointless

You know?

Pointless like A living

Angel wearing the mask

Of Some Dead

Comedian!!!!!!

(Who was never fucking

Happy.)

J.s.h.