in the isle of the dead

in the isle of the dead.
++++++++++++++

the shadows say i
suffer
a defect..

because my rainbow
heart
is contradictive of
a
Lizard Head...

which leaves my
Spirit
Shipwrecked!

(in the Isle of
The Dead.)

++

I watch them dance
across
the Wall...

their glowing eyes shine
hell
upon me..

and I know it's not A
Dream
at All!!

(but rather an Age of
Spirit Dawning.)

++++

the light whispers with
such
a faint voice...

that I can barely hear
it..

and faith seems not a
Mortal Choice!!

as much as trusting in
A Pit!!

(of endless Psychic
Noise.)

jsh

a maiden of death

a maiden of death.
++++13++++

I once doubted
the myth,

about that Lady
from the Sky,..

who's Ambrosia
Lips 

did plant
A Kiss,

which made
The Coldest Devil
Cry.

But now I'm
compelled to
accept,

that half of it
is True..

for there IS
indeed a
Maiden of
Death!

(who murders
with her eyes 
of blue.)

j.s.h.

once upon a timeless

once upon a timeless.
++++++++++++++

each day I
wake up
with a rage..

a rage for
nothing..

(which mimics
life)

another
self-edited
Page.

(in
History's
Play of
Strife.)

+++

I would've
slapped down
the Moon for
Her...

(once upon
a Timeless.)

and created
A Living
Multi-verse!!

(with Two
As One IN
Perfect Bliss.)

but..

She choked
upon my
verse.

(so I'll
never know
where heaven
is.)

j.s.h.

sometimes

sometimes.
+++++++++++

Sometimes,
I wish I could
pull the plugs
from their head..

and scream reason
into the brains
abyss..

to show them
how
they are Murderers.

(of all the ghosts
they miss.)

++

but sometimes I
am a hypocrite,
who see's the mass
appeal...

of choosing fantasy
bullshit.

(over the horrors
that are real.)

+++

sometimes...
I cry into the
Darkness..

wishing my tears
were seeds of light,.

that could bloom
roses for the many
Heartless.

(who've never felt
true loves delight.)

++

sometimes,
I hate the answers
I receive,

(perhaps the wall
has lied to me?)

and question truths
I should Believe!

(are all intended to
deceive?)

jsh

denying the presence

denying the presence
+++++++++++

its so hard to
find
good walls
to converse with
these
LoneSome
DaYs..

harder to defeat
the
TiMeS which
Rage...

while
living with
LoVeS Ghost.

(Who Haunts me
Always.)

+++

My Nights
are
spent
Choking on
A Fog of
Awkward
Dreams...

(that were
once Fond
Memories.)

until I drown
in an Ocean of
Screams.

(The Many
Fractures
Voices of
My Ever-Present
Enemies..)

++++
so
light your
candles
and say your
prayer...

if it truly
helps you
Love!!

and I'll
Wallow Here
Within This
Nightmare.

(denying the
presence felt
above.)

jsh

a darker place to sit

a darker place to sit.
+++++++++++++

the walls laugh mostly
because they KNOW...

my secrets can't be
scrubbed from them..


(no matter how I try.)

and they like the taste
of sorrow

because it reminds them
of
Hearts.

(just before they die.)

++++

that wasn't so bad
right?

everything stopped
before
you knew it.

like candles dancing
in the Night!

(who prefer a Darker
place to sit.)

jsh

the crash

the crash.
+++++++++++

did you contemplate
the Crash?

before every story
told about heaven

and hell flashed
before
your eyes?

(did Eternity
Laugh?)

gOd was an Optimist...
once.

(but Gave up on
MyThS like Paradise.)

j.s.h.

a tortured kind of stare

a tortured
kind
of stare.
++++++++

she just..
has
those
kind of eyes..

(so
lovely)

like
Haunted
Graveyard
Skies...

where
Morbid
Angels
weep
above me.

(Mourning
The Loss
of
Paradise.)

+++

I've seen
her in
Moonless
Dreams...

The Only
Star
capable
of

Shining
Into
Me,

and ..

banishing
HaTeFul
Phantom
Screams!!

(which
destroy
My Soul's
Tranquility.)

+++

she
just...

has
A
Tortured
Kind of
Stare..

that..

Cut's
The
Beating
Heart
In Me..

My
Lovely
Angel
Unaware!

(who Holds
The Key To
Destiny.)

j.stephen.h.










.

a letter fogerty

a letter to fogerty.
+++++++++++++++

yes
john..

i've..

seen
the
rain..

and
raised my
head ..

for it's
nails to
fall upon...

or strike me
dead.

(with pain.)

+

but
I must
admit..

(heart-
stricken
with
Misery)

that..

The
Midnight
Special

has..

never cast
it's light
upon me...

(nor set
my spirit
free.)

j.stephen.h.

the unmoved mover.

The Unmoved 
Mover.
+++++13++++++

Why is 
Inspiration
so Un-moving 
now...?

As if the
Un-moved
Mover cast 
A Curse.

(upon My
Hateful
Brow.)

+

I fret away
the Lonesome
Nights..

A Tragic
Monster Sad
At Heart..

Or 
Rebellious
Deer

(who Craves
Death's
Headlights)

wallowing
in The 
Restless
Dark..

Without 
Her
Here!

(to show 
me Loves 
Delight.)

++

The 
Un-moved
Mover

has
left me
Here..

(To Ponder
Life's 
Obscurity.)

and likely
Showers in
My Tears.

(then turns
it's Careless
Back on Me.)

+++

I pace 
away The
Spiteful
Morning...

(A 
Madman
seeking 
Sanity's
Audience.)

Sunless 
Head
Within 
Me
Storming!!!!

(craving
The Reapers
Permanence.)

j.stephen.h.

the observation of lizard brain

The Observation
of Lizard Brain.
++++13++++++

what Heart
Puke
I with Soul-Sick
Fury?

(passion's ugly
evil twin.)

Lizard-Brain
says:

" do not
worry."

(between the
Two i cannot
Win.)

+

Reason
was buried
in it's
Tomb..

My..

Corrupted
Circle's
Bleakest
Megalith..

Where
Love is Born
in A Spider-
Womb!!!!

(and Time
The Razor I
Cut My Throat
With.)

++

What
"Rage"
Puke I
with
Soulless
Fury?..

(A
Frowning
Angel's
Hellish
Counterpart.)

Lizard Brain
says:

"do not
Worry!!"


(it's easier
Without A
Heart.)

j.s.h.

suited best for hearses

suited best for hearses.
+++++++++++++++

What would
I be without
My Enemy?

a..

Dog Of
Misery
wandering
lone!

(snorting
lines
of memory.)

+

the
Possibility
left
me weak..

when..

a renegade
angel opened
the door..

and kissed
my
devil cheek..

but
I can't
feel it
anymore!!

nor do I
feel the need
to speak.

(silence won
the hearts bleak
war.)

+++

what would
I be without
my verses?

this

blank man
standing on
life's jagged
cliff..

staring
into
a Sea of
Curses..

while
lamenting
a world of
shit.

(suited best
for Hearses.)

the wrong side of the tracks

The Wrong Side
Of The Tracks.
+++13+++

He isn't from
The Wrong
Side of the
tracks..

merely
A Hermit
Wandering
lonely in the
Center of
them..

forever
pursuing
A Smiling
Face.

( Always
out of Reach
for Him.)

++

"The
Sun has
burnt
me..

burnt me!"

(he
exclaims.)

"so
moonlight
must
suffice."

"and it
hangs
from
strings
more
sturdy..!"

(Than That
Noose of
Paradise.)

++

He has no
destination
in mind.

(Such fickle
notions
such as Truth
his Weary
Heart Abandons.)

"seek not
and you will
find!!"

(all things go
the way
of Phantoms.)

++

He isn't from the
wrong
side
of the Tracks...

but..

rather walks
The Crooked
Center of Them,..

and
there is
no
turning back!

(for
The Road
to Hell Was
Paved
by Him.)

j.stephen.h.

in the dimlit desert desert of my dreams

in the dim lit
desert
of my dreams.
++++++++++

In the Dim lit
Desert of My
Dreams,

I met a
Wandering
Shadow Man
who's
smile ate the
Stars..

His Eyes Bled
Undead Memories.

(which seemed to
open up Old Scars.)

"I wouldn't tarry
here for long."

The Shadow
whispered lightly..

His
voice resembling
Siren Songs.

(which crept like
Madness deep inside
me.)

"Nor taste that wilted
Eros-flower others
Fools have tasted,
for it stains the mind
and leaves it Soured!"

(till the Hours of
Love grow Wasted.)

+++

then
I woke up
choking on my
Heart,

trying to make
sense of all I
had seen..

but the Mirror
Ripped my Soul
Apart!!

(once I realized
the shadow
man Was ME.)

j.stephen.h.

dead clock mocking

why does
the
DeAd ClOcK
mock me
so?

when..

my
CoLd
HeArT mourns
with it..

the
days gone
by,..

and Faces
in Dreams
Sallow!

(stained by
disillusionment.)

a memo for the class

remember class..
+++++++++++++

you're only delusional
if the voices
​​​​​​​think you're
crazier than those sad
deluded few ..

who cannot see the
Truth.

(that The World has
lied to you.)

+

why must we
write
such fictions
on
the walls of our
hearts ?

(with
crayons made of
so much "shit".)

only to see them
torn apart!!

(by an Angels
Razor-Lips.)

++

i loath you
and your fickle
normalcy..

which bears
the rotted smell...

of a posers
ill-conformity!!

(Revealing
Inner Hell.)

+++

I
(for Two)
Am Not
Deluded...

see...
My Voices
do Agree,.!!

that Truth
(by Man)
has been
polluted..

and
Life Lies
to YOU!!

(while
Death Smiles
At Me.)

j.s.h.

no heart revived by necromancers

No Heart Revived
By Necromancers.
++++++++++++++++

Whiskey Bottles
littering a
pinesol-piss-stained
floor..

set the theme for
"Nevermore."

but you thought
I
was beautiful love!!

(lying broken on
the floor.)

+++

my..

"happy-
cuts"..

they
were not so
superficial
right?

but
I..

wrote
mockeries
of love
upon
the Wall

For
Sluts!

(then finger-
painted
through The
Night.)

+++

and no
Love's
knocking on the
door..

should
I..

sober up enough
to
Answer?

Quoth The
Drunkard:

"Nevermore!!"

(NO Heart
 Revived
By Necromancers.)

j.s.h.

a love once in me gone

a love once in me gone.
+++++++++++++++

she spoke 
of 
Hateful
Demons..

(like a 
Prophet 
in The
Know.)

but ..
there are
so Many 
Simple
Reasons!

(that Her 
Smile Does
Not Glow.)

+++

Lonely is
This Loveless
Dawn..

yet..

I know 
now what
it's For..

A 
Battlefield
to Tread 
Upon..

while 
Waging
Heartless
War!!!!

(Against A
Love Once In
Me Gone.)

j.s.h.

whispers in the gloom

WhIsPeRs In ThE gLoOm.
+++++13+++++++++++

his screams would 
seem a
pitiable symphony ..
to an Ignorant,
Untrained Ear...

but..
I Know The Monster
Very Well...

how he relished 
his Victims Fear!

(and brought her
undue Hell.)

+++

I Dance around the
dimlit-room..

A Lonely Madman's 
Serenade.

compelled by Whispers
In The Gloom!!

(To Become An Artist 
Of
The Blade.)

+++

His Crimson 
Frown seems 
rather suiting..

so I shed an Odd 
Half-Happy Smile...

content to be the One
Abusing!

(an unrepentant 
pedophile.)

+++

His Death would 
seem
a Pitiable Tragedy..

 to 
an ignorant,
untrained Ear...

but I Knew The
Heartless Monster
Well....

(and he didn't
need to be here.)

jsh

a bitter pill

a bitter pill.
++++++++

Love...
t'is a
Bitter pill
to swallow..

but..
my Favorite
Drug!

(regardless
that it leaves
me hollow.)

i've..
slit my
wrists

on angel
wings..

and..

saw heaven
once,

if only
fleetingly.

laughing
maniacally
from My
Crucifix!!!

(it's how I
Cope With
Suffering.)

j.s.h.

loves hangover

loves hangover.
++++++++++

27 shots of
whiskey 10
beers and 8
pain killers
later...

(checks
heartbeat.)

yep...
I
still love her...

the fable of my
racing pulse
suggests
it must be so.

what else could
explain the opposition
I have felt of late?

the War I've
waged on shadows!!

I never would have

thought Cupid could

be such a Tragic Comedian..

inciting the laughter of

his audience,

until they drown themselves

in Tears.

The Medium is the Mass,

and the Mass Feeds The

Medium!!

(i've suspected this for

years.)

it's the hangover I 

hate...

the ..

waking up without

a heart lamenting the

high she gave me...

ever

so fleetingly..

but

My Shadow assures

me it is
Fate!!

and yes,
I may die

Lonely.

(but will do

so laughing.)

XIII

untitled ranting: On Romance

untitled ranting on romance.
++++++++++++++++++++

dont get me wrong...
i love a good sap poem..
but few accounts of
love strike me as realistic
because they scarcely
reveal The Dark...

the truth how love is
often a junkie sticking
it's needle in your heart.

then of course you have
your "romantic scholars"...

you know the type.

the ones who sit around
Defining what "true love"
is, until they get others
drawn into the pop cultural
hype..

star raped minds dreaming
of elusive heavens and fields
of flowers.( denying the reality
Of Constant NIGHT.)
I could truly Hate Them All
For Hours!!

yet,..
I won't be bold enough to
assert that Chivalry is Dead..
just..
honest enough to suggest
that it likely never existed
outside of some drunken
poets idealistic head..

none live up to the myths
they make of themselves...
they simply keep loving in
spite the pain...
in search of those wonderful
heavens.

(regardless that their heart
often leads them straight
to hell.)

j.s.h.
++++++++++++++++++++++

i eat this cancer full of hope

the screaming
of life's nightmare
++++++++++++

Come
Brethren...

and
lend
me Deaf
ears..

As
I speak
in The Voice
of
Children
Lost.


(drowning
in Life's
Endless Tears.)

Lo,
Surely
God
is
Sleeping!!

(and
My
Words Create
His
Nightmares.)

+

How
can
Love
still
seek to
be
Happy?

After
painting
The
Hearts
Paper
Walls
In
Tragedy?!

I eat
This
Cancer
full of
Hope!

(and it
may provide
The
Remedy.)

+++

come
brethren...

lend me
a deaf
ear...

for
my soul
craves the
voice of
Heaven!!!

(to sooth
the Screaming
of Life's
Nightmare.)

j.s.h.

the source of your own despair

the source of
your own despair.
+++++++++++++

(pouring
Dead-Wine.)
yes..yes..
we all know
by now
nothing in life
is true..

shall we
celebrate
our sanity's
decline?

perhaps
give
toast to
spirits?

(who never
spoke to
you.)

forgive me
if I do not
applaud,

a Madcap
Guru,

with no
more
links to
GOD,

than I have
with
Timbuktu.

but It's time
to take delusion
by the Hair,

and realize
the Only Thing
"true"

is that YOU
are the source
of your own
despair.

j.s.h.

nicotine kisses

Nicotine Kisses.
+++13++++

My Head carries
The Stain of Nicotine
Kisses,..

(as memorable
as
The Dead She
Misses.)

Scream away
This
Tragic Night My
Love!!

(and
weep for
Angels
on Their
Crucifixes.)

+

I can't burn
her
image from my
eyes...

(nor sleep
a broken
second without her
here.)

what happened
dear
to Our Sweet
 Paradise?!!

(t'was caught
in
a flood of Crimson
Tears.)

++

now
Hateful Days
leave
Meaning hard to
find.

as I sit up
Restless
to prepare,

ways to comfort
those
i'll leave behind!

(as I wander
 towards
another nightmare.)

jsh

chaos wrought in feeling

chaos wrought in feeling.
++++++++++++++++++

Sometimes (when I
manage to Sleep)
Dreams of you Dance
in My Head like
Whispers From The
Deep..

and I wake up
Wishing
My Heart Wasn't
Dead.

(but Love
Sows More Than
The Mind Can
Reap.)

+

I Lie To Myself
more than I ever
did to you...

and
it brings
enough comfort
to prevent My
Soul from
reeling..

Lo..

Never TO
thyself
Be True!

(because there
is Chaos wrought
in Feeling.)

a google kind of love

a google kind
of love.
++++++++

alas..t'was
the Perfect
Dream...

she:

an angel in
the dark.

I:

(Words on a
Screen.)

such love is
capable of becoming
Anything really...

a...

living literary
device constructed
by

breathing corpses in
Life's
Vast Machine.

+++

Perhaps I could
Google the answer
as to Why I Am
This Thing?

I imagine there
would be 666,000
answers provided
in a fuckin millisecond
and they would ALL
revolve around my
Personal Suffering...

my...

inability to
find comfort in this
Bag of Skin...!!!!

no wonder I
melted our bubble
gum machine wedding
ring.

(and let the darkness
win.)

++++

Tonight I'm rewriting
the Myth of Us to be
more conducive to that
Mysterious-Truth you seem
to embrace like it will
provide you some particular
meaning that is meaningful
only to that Sad Thing weeping
Rainbows in your Soul...

and perhaps it will be better
this time?

(or perhaps my pen will
dig another hole....)

jsh

(i was,,,
bored and
trying new
things.

to paraphrase
thomas edison.

(who was better
providing noteworthy
quotes than he
was at stealing Teslas
shit and passin it off
as his own)

sometimes we
prosper...
other times we
cease to
succeed.

but no one fails
unless they
quit trying....

darkness the unrepentant lightaholic

Darkness The
Unrepentant
Light-A-Holic.
+++++++++++

I caught
Love like
a Common
Cold...

somewhere
between:

"Fuck The
World"
and :

"I WILL
Change for
Thee My
Sweet."

(may we
never grow
old.)

but...
such is the
Nature of
My Hearts
Disease...

A Kiss is too
many..
and ...
1,000 is Not
Enough.

(Forgive me...
please.)

+++

Hello My
Name
Is Darkness ...

I AM a
Light-a-Holic...

and...
I can't
stop
searching
through
The Cave
Of Self
For it..

...

I am...

A Madman
Junkie seeking
An
Eternal Fix.

so that
 my Soul
may
always relive!!

the memory
of A smile.

(which became
My Crucifix.)

j.s.h.

somewhere in the night of me

somewhere in the night of me.
++++++++++++++++++++++

she kissed me
and a light came on...

(somewhere in the
night of me.)

and for the first
time I saw the dawn!!

(but still my Heart
is Darkening.)

+

I see
(in everything)
a flaw..

and know I am
Projecting...

a..

Desire to Destroy
it All!

(it's my way of
"self-correcting.")

+++

she left me and the
light's went out..
(somewhere in the
night of me.)

and again I felt
True Doubt..

yet find it strangely
comforting!

Because I know
what Love's about!

(a fleeting joy, and
Kiss before leaving.)

its dreams of you my love

its dreams of you my love.
++++++++++++++++++

it's dreams of
you...
my love..

which keep the
phantom
Sanity smiling...

happy to be
Above...

those spiteful
Devils oft
Beguiling!!

and yet
You wonder
why I speak of
Olde?

(With words
by most deemed
Antiquated.)

T'is because
The Modern
World Grew
Cold..

in it's
attempt
to Be More
Liberated!

(from That
Myth which
History Told.)

but..
it's dreams
of you my
Love..

which..

(keeps that
phantom sanity
smiling.)

persona whispers through strains of heartbeat

persona whispers through
strains of heartbeat.
+++++++++++++++++

fate damn it all..
(Persona whispers
through strains of
Heartbeat.)

the purpose of
Climbing is To
Fall!!

(but we always
land on Broken
Feet.)

yet There is a
Knowledge
beyond Knowing..

(ingrained
within
ones personal
instinct.)

For some
it is
Dark,..

and Others
Glowing!!

(depending
on "The way
They Think.")

but Fate
Damn it
All!!!

(persona
whispers
through
strains
of Dying
Heartbeat.)

T'is my
Place to
Redefine
The Fall!!

(with or
without feet....)

j.s.h.

puppets to that endless cannibal

puppets to that endless
cannibal.
+++++++++++++

Middle Finger to
The Skye...
today the Absurdity
seems more
Laughable...

because My Shadow
wants to Die..
at The Hands of
Time.

(that Endless
Cannibal.)

Erratic Heartbeat
well
defines me..
A..
Crazy fucking Song
lost
Somewhere
in Itself.

Gut filled with
Love-Soured Misery!!

(an Angels Chorus
Burns Like Hell.)
+

so..
I have come
to Believe,
that Sane Men
make their
Lives a Dream,..

Because
Reality
Deceives!!

while most
awaken
with a scream...

(Puppets to that
endless Cannibal.)

j.s.h.

loveless forms

Loveless Forms.
++++13++++

tonight we bow
to loveless forms...

who eat cold hearts
as if by principle...

and vanish quickly
into storms!

(making Art
seem
Unoriginal.)

I would have died
for loves sweet
cause..

(if only it effected
me.)

but grew obsessed
with Other Laws!!

(and Evil
Minds
More Worth
Dissecting.)

so
Now
I Am
A Loveless
Form..

who..
eats Cold
Hearts
as If By
Principle.

The
Master
of Life's
Tragic
Storm!!

(Destroying
Art once
dubbed
Original.)

j.s.h.

a love no longer there

A Love No
Longer There.
+++++++++++++++
I lament the
tides of
Bleak
Existence.

these..
fickle dreams
I place in
Broken Jars.

Forever
Seeking
Self-
Repentance.

(or ways I
may Conceal
Love's Scars.)

I write of
Angels very
often..

it's how
I wish upon
The Dead..

who...
lay discreetly
in their
Coffins!!

(whispering
Madness In
My Head.)

++

I lament
The Life
I Live In
Silence...

This..
Endless
Scream
that Touches
Nowhere..

as
Shadows
stain the
Walls with
Violence!!

(and I Mourn
A Love No
Longer There.)

j.s.h.

so below/because of above

so below. (because of above.)
+++++++++++++++++++++++

i'm sorry you burnt
all your letters to heaven...

i burned most of mine
too.

(aside from the ones where
i still desperately wish
for you.)

it's just a concept you
realize?

something the hopeful
head envisions to cope
with the Loss Of Paradise.

but
god said if i could think
of anything Honest

to...
pretend at being nice!!

(how'm I doin?)

when i met the devil...
i...
thought he would have
been taller...

LOL!!

but he's just a sad sap
sittin in daddy's basement.

(and for that the world
is smaller.)

i told you not to expect
that breathless, chivalrous
kind of love...

shit like that isnt NOT
in my Pedigree...

as below,
BECAUSE OF
ABOVE!!!!

(tis the nature of
the Beast which
makes us free.)

in her dead eyed headlights

In Her
Dead-Eyed Headlights.
___________________

I'll always recall
those first few nights...

when my Soul was
a Deer in Her Dead-
Eyed Headlights...

seeking something
ever- lost.

( or banished from
Angelic Sight.)

it seems heaven
sometimes
sends a skeleton from
the closet,..

to do the
tough jobs no other
hosts will take...

but when I saw her
standing there I Lost
It!!

(because I knew
then that my
Clogging
Heart Would
Break.)

Our Love was
a Cliffhanger
Ending even
Steinbeck
would Applaud...

but the message
it was sending is
to have no Faith
in God..

or Hope..

or Dreams!!!

since Life is
Full of Frauds...

and there's
nothing
here but
endless
screams!!

and
Perpetual
Fright.

(in the
Absence
Of Her
Dead-eyed
Headlights.)

j.stephen.h.

the echoes of unreason

the echoes of unreason.
_________________

It is
in Your
Heartbeat...

the echoes
of Unreason.

so
sadly
indiscreet.

(a brief,
chaotic
season.)

do you
expect a
Thinking
Man to
Believe..

that
you are
no so
goddamn
empty?

make
another
promise
as you
leave!!!!!

(then see
how long
love sticks
in memory.)

your
words
begin to
falter
right?

to...
fail you
as you
fail to see...

how
nothing
can be
right.

(when
Reason is
The Enemy.)


j.s.h.

how the jester always laughs

the jester always laughs.
+++++13++++++

does it...

amuse you how my
love does

Stutter?

syllables of Broken
Heart for

Thee...

though I know
there's

Always been Another.

(closer to
Your Destiny.)

+++

pity I be This Broken
Path..

taking others down
A Trail..

which leads them from
The

Plains of Wrath!!

(while I myself Remain
In HeLL.)

+++

may
these Pearls I cast before
The Blind still
fester..

(when I myself have met
My Mortal Grave.)

and Open Up The Eyes
of Heavens Jester!!!

(for I My Lord No Longer
Am Your Slave.)

+++

does it...

scare you

love to
know that
you have
known..?

the love
of love?

the hate of
hate?

and seen
Fall From
My Forsakened
Throne!!

(impaled upon
Perditions Thorny
Gate.)

+++

pity be your graceless
lack...

of those essential
qualities..

which lead you into
Hell and back..

while allowing Noble
Souls to See!!!

(how The Jester Always
Laughs.)

j.stephen.h.

the seemingly random things

the seemingly
random things.
++++++++++

it's not
about
chaos
you know...

(it never was
dear dove.)

It is
about:

"the
seemingly
random
little things."

(creating
order
out of
love.)

and because
you keep me
deep in thought..

I KNOW...

that I am
Not A
Hawking's
Robot!

(but
Victim
of your
Afterglow.)

still...
wait and
see dear..

wait
and see.

SOON
The
Meaning
will be
Clear!

(and you
willll know
the Truth
of Me.)

j.s.h.


to be cont.
perhaps.

less broken through the window

less broken through
the window.
+++++++++++++++

she looked less broken
through the window...

this lovely doll which
lays before me...

once bright eyes now
cold, and hollow.

(staring into
nothing.)

+

the voices mumble
starless keys..

(a nocturne laced
in veils of gloom.)

they seem drawn to
these tragedies!

(that always end
up in my room.)

++

"I really would have
stopped for you.."

"I would have fucking
Stopped!!"

Redemption Sought In
eyes of Blue!!!!

(Salvation Cometh
Not.)

++

"father will be mad
at us.."

(though he should have
seen it coming.)

"he doesn't understand
True Love!!"

(but why love were you
running?)

+++

i see (for once) the
voices were wrong...

(i don't know if it's
good or bad.)

they said i need death
to be strong!

(yet your parting
makes me sad.)

++++

she seemed less
broken through
the window..

this shattered
angel
I adored..

her once bright
eyes
now cold, and
hollow!

(which shine
with love no
more.)

j.s.h.

tHe GrAvEyard SpeakEasy

The Graveyard Speakeasy.)
+++++++++++++++++++++

We were sitting
in a Graveyard
Speakeasy...

Minds
Guarded
Against The
Life Police.

Her Star-Cut
Eyes still tried
to Please Me.

( filled
with Murder's
Black Disease.)

+

"bartender
make it a
double-dead."

i said.

("Master..
I crave
more!")

I must
Drink Away
This Love
Within
My Head!

(for The
Heart it does
not Buzz
Me Anymore.)

+++

it Seems
I've stayed
HeRe
once before..

this place
where
Passion
seems
to rent,

A
Room
Below
The
DeViLs
DooR!!

(Creating
Dreams of
Wonderment.)

yet..

(as I
sit
Broken On
The Floor)

I mostly
still
Lament...

Loving A
Babylonian
Whore!

(who's
Graveyard
Eyes I Can't
Forget.)