The intervention

The intervention.
+++++++++++++

Last night ,
The Angels held
an Intervention.

and
I cried
Before the Camera
For a while.

(Blinded by A
Light that no
Philosophy
has mentioned.)

 "We Love you
Stephen but your
Soul is sore."

 " go to Hell you
Feathered f?cks! "

(Stephen doesn't
Live Here Anymore.)

 "The Demons
cannot make you
Stronger,

or take away
The Pain You
Feel....

Just hold on
 for
a little longer,
And WE will
Show you what
is Real!"

(Yet nothing was
Revealed.)

 "What bothers
Me most about
This Shit,

Is I don't know
whether I want
To destroy the
World, or save it!"

 " to bring about
Eternal Night, or
Share with others
God's sweet light ...

which shines forever
In The Sky!! "

(The Angels Sad
Did Not Reply.)

+

 "Hi my Name is
Nameless, and I'm
A death-aholic.

I just can't stop
with One Grim
End,..

so
I wander many
World's and frolick,

searching for a
Kindred Friend!

(With whom The
Angels can't Pretend.)

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The intervention
was a damn
disaster,

because the Camera
Lens was dark and
CLosed,

And The Angels
Died in Fits of
Laughter!

(Without Heaven
or a sweet Repose.)

13.

Why My PreTTy laughS nO more 👎

Why My PreTTy
Laughs no MoRe.
++++((++(((++++++

She lays
Stiffly on
The
Bed;

Her body
A
Work of
Art

Painted
OveR
This Nightmare
Canvas.

(Created in
My
Head.)

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So
I tell
Sick Jokes
To pass
The Time;

but,
Lately She
Seems
bored..

and perhaps
The
Fault is mine ?!!

(Why My
Pretty Laughs
No More.)

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On solemn
Nights when
Skies are
Bruised,

And
Ravens
sit
 in
Haunted
Trees,

I
Assume
That
GOd is
Unamused!

And
plotting
Secret
Hells
For Me!!

(For
Corrupting
His
Favorite Muse.)

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but it didn't
have
To be this way
You know?...

We
Couldve been
Happy..

instead of
Feigning Joy
To conceal
Life's sorrow!

(Then
Ending
In Tragedy.)

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She
Lays stiffly
On the
Bed ..

This work
Of art
I'll always
Adore.

Broken
by
NiGhTmArEs
In my
HeaD!!!

(and this
is why My
Pretty Laughs
No More...)

J.Stephen.H

In dark my psyche screams.

In dark my psyche screams.
+++++++++++++++++++++++

In Dark My
Psyche Screams:

 "I am not
The Enemy!"

 (Or am I?)

but An infant
of Lost
dreams.

Murdered in
The Blink of
An Eternal Eye.)

and..

Where do
I
Go from
Here?

(This Road
Where One
Life Ends.)

Will I exist
in
Another Sphere?

Or
Break every
Newborn
Heart!?!

(that
Forever Never
Mends.)

J.stephen.H.

In the midst of many storms.

In the midst of
Many storms, I
Consider The All,
and ask:

Am I praying
To myself in
Alternate Forms?

Why must we
Be separated?

Is there a reason
I have "become."
 (But a whisper
Of the devil I once
Hated.)

Jsh.

The ballad of Weeping Wrists.

The ballad of
weeping wrists.
++++13+++++

Some 

Cry 

with their
Eyes, ..

(Some 

with
Fists.)

Others 

Use

knives!!

and 
as 

Red Tears

Flow from 

weeping
Wrists,

They 
Question 

The
Absurdity..
Of 

wasted lives!!

(Misspent. )

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Forgive me 

Dear ,

For shattering
your
restless

Heart,..

it seems 

Love's dream

Became
a nightmare,

and now
I'm 

Drowning

In The
Dark!!

(Without
Your
Haunted
Spirit
Here.)

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At
Times 

I Think
These
Walls
Have Ears,

that

Store 

Dead 

Screams

In
Old
Houses

Of Eternal
Memory;

Or
A
Mouth 

which
feasts
Upon my
Fears!

(Consuming
Every Good
Thing In Me.)

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Yet 

I

Never 
was

Afraid

To die,

until
I

felt 

True
Loves 

Appeal,.

Fleeing

Like a final

Sigh,

From
The

Angel that
my

Cruelty killed!!!

(and oh!!
It 

should have

Been I.)

J.s.h.

Those Dying gossips in the sky.

Those Dying
Gossips In The
Sky.
+++++++++

When she
smiled,
The hourglass
shattered
and
Black Sand
poured
Out
Into the World;

We
Have no Time
My
Love.

Embrace Me
with
Your Broken
Wings

and we'll
Laugh at, and
For,
and "with"
Eternity!

(that old tale
Told
By The Gossiping
Wives
Of Dying Stars.)

Oh,
The Day
No
Longer has A
Date!

But
Here/Now
(In this
Ever-present)
We
Can Create!

(Better
World's
In which to
Never Die.)

please love..
Don't
Cry.

The worst is
Yet
To Never Come,..

and we can
Sell
Those moments
That
We never
Owned!

(and join
Those
Dying gossips
In
The Sky.)

J.Stephen.fuckin.h.

Suicide Letters to A Silent God.

Suicide Letters
To A Silent God.
++++13++++

Suicide Letters
To
A Silent God;

Will
there ever be
Answers?

In
A world of
Pretentious
Frauds!

(who often
seem
like
Necromancers.)

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Am
I tossing
Stones
Down

A
Bottomless
Well?

(While
hoping to
hear them
land.)

Or
Living in
A

Lonesome
Hell?!!!

The
Equivalent
of A
Grain of
Sand!!

(caught in
an Infinite
Ocean's
Swell.)

++
Oh,

These
Suicide
Letters to
A
Silent
God!!

Is
Screaming
 "Defeat !"
 ThE Answer ?

I
feel like
Such
A
Fraud!!

(or Incompetent
Necromancer.)

J.stephen.fuckin.h.

War of the Roses.

War of The Roses.
±++++±+++++++++

I would not be the
First (wanna-be)
Philosopher to describe
The battle of good
and evil as A Petty
Sibling Rivalry,...
Or Universal War
Of The Roses between
two Parents arguing
over How to raise
Their Kids.

(Yet I'm the only
One Who Dreams
Of This.)

++++

I have
recently
Learned to
Love
My Shadow;

And bless
Him
With a
Brother 's
Kiss!

Mother
blushed
maternal
joy!

(But
Father
Time
Grew
Pissed.)

I'm sorry
Father,

If I
make you
seem
like a secret
Joke..


told by
Your
Rebellious
Daughter ..

Who went
up in
True Loves
Smoke!

But Her Soul
was
Always cannon
Fodder!

(A
Truth
you
Do
Not
want
to
Know.)

To be cont. Perhaps.

Jsh.

A monster who only laughs .

A Monster Who
Only Laughs.
+++13++

No son..
Run
Away;

A Monster
walks these
Ivory Halls.

(And carries
The Corpse of
Yesterday.)

You're
no
longer Safe
Beneath The
Covers,

that
sheltered
you from
Hells Vast
Reach;

and made
A mockery
of
saints and
Lovers !

(Who seldom
Practice what
They Preach.)

Run away
My son..

And
never
look back;

For
Yesterday
Revealed
The
Holy one,

Is but
A monster .

(Who Only
Laughs.)

J.s.h.

As I Search The Stars for God.

As I Search
The Stars for
God.
+++13+++

Tonight
Love
Leaves Me
feeling
Odd,

(and Haunted
By Grief.)

as I search
The Stars for
God.

(pursuing
Pains relief.)

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I've
given
up on
asking :

 "Why ?!"

do My
Devils
Live
While
Angels
Die!?

and
then
Curse
The
Silent
Sky!!

(Yet no
Longer
Do
I Cry.)

+

When
Morning
Comes will
Love
Be Gone?

(A Phantom
Clothed in
Midnight
Memories.)

Or will
It
Live To
See
Another
Dawn?!!

Good
God!!!

(Why
Don't
You
Answer
Me?)

J.s.h.

A brief conversation between the devil and i.

A brief conversation
Between the Devil and
I.
+++++++

Devil: so ...
You are in
Love;

But,..

Would you
sell Your soul
To kiss
Her?

(Beauty has
Always admired
An Ultimate
Sacrifice.)

I: perhaps,
But,..she already
Owns My Soul.

(and won't
Let Go.)

Jsh

Beautiful in an ugly world

Beautiful in
An Ugly World.
+++++++++++++

Oh..
To be
beautiful
In
An Ugly
World!

Watching
innocence
Perish.

I
Admire such
A
Girl.

Who can
Still Find Things
To
Cherish!

No darkness
Could ever
steal the stars...

shining brightly
In Your Eyes;

and
You carry
Well
Those
Midnight
Scars!!

(that
once
robbed
Your
Soul of
Paradise.)


You are
Beautiful in
An Ugly
World..

full of
Light that
Shall Not
Perish;

A Pretty,
Smiling
Girl!

(Whom
everyone
Shall
Cherish.)

J.S.H.