a laugh for help

a laugh for help.
++++++++++++

lately i feel so damn
crazy that even my cries
for help come out as
laughter;

and there's no one in
the audience

but
countless
me's

clapping because something
in us tells them to.

(without knowing why we
hunger desperately for
a strangers praise.)

i
know this is
madness..

it certainly is.

but madness strikes
me truer

than any social
mask..

those personaes one
adopts to blend

and frolick with
THis Flock Of
Fools

Who Eat
THeir

Favorite Shepherds.

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prologue
++++++++

damn im so crazy
that i could almost
scare
myselves sane;

almost...

(yet then i'm
sure that the sanity
of it all

would Drive
Us Mad Again.)

j.stephen.h.

so that my heart may live again

so that my
heart may live again.
++++++++++++

"thanks for
teaching
me how to
die."

(she said.)

"for
it inspired
me to live,
and
i'm happy."

(for now.)

"the smiles
are not as
forced,..and
my tears
come less."

+

you're welcome
love.

your heart made
a beautiful corpse,

but

i like it more
these days..

how it beats
sanity

during
these
awkward
midnight
moments,..

when I
sit quietly
in front of
this box

sharing My
Truthful Fictions
with

A Careless
World.

If Fate
had A Will
it

would be
pleased with
You;

Your Rebellion
against A
Force once
Thought Inevitable.

How you
threw away
The Dice

and decided
to be

"The Prize!"

perhaps someday
you can teach ME
how to die.

(so that my heart
may live again.)

j.s.h.

experimental prose.

response to the liar

the liar
wears
his crown of
thorns,

a slave to
liberty;

seeking
peace..

in the
Center of
A
Storm!

(from
which
No Soul
is Free.)

arguments of taste.

arguments of taste
++++++++++++++

words..

The
only
Things I
Do
Not Waste.

All Else
is
For The
Birds..

or written
off as
Arguments
of Taste.

(as I
Drown in
The
Absurd.)
+

My personal
phantasmagoria
leaves many
Frightened...

afraid of living
ghosts which
wander always
in My Head;

and Loves
Calamity is
Heightened!

(by The Fact
My Heart is
Dead.)


ah,
Words...

The Only
Things On
which I still
get Wasted.

Fruits of
The Absurd!

(most wish
they'd never
Tasted.)

jsh

you were the last

it was here
we
Danced.

2
Maniacs
playing
The
Part of
Sane.

(Because there's
Madness
in Romance.)

then...

you took
My
Devil Hand..

trying to
lead me to
This Place,

where
Angels
walk
A
Fallen
Land!

(restoring
The Smiles
on Each Face.)

+

yet now
I Dance Alone
At
Night...

Lamenting
laughter
long
since passed.

Looking for
Another Light!

(yet
Knowing
that
You Were
The Last.)