Until her face seems out of reach

Until her face seems
Out of Reach.
+++++++++++++

The night is spent,
licking
The wounds of fresh-picked
Heart-Scabs.

You have some on your
Cheek
My Love.

(I give a playful jab.)

+

My hand passes through
Her
as it always does ,

in
this cold life outside
of
Dreams.

and
I'm glad I have a buzz.

(To stifle the inner
Screams.)

+

Time becomes senseless
when
She Visits.

A callous growing In
The Laughing Lizard
Brain.

That urinal where memory
takes
A Piss!!!

(Upon the Customs of
The Sane.)

+

Then Morning eventually
comes. .

swimming in like a treacherous
Leach ..

To suck the life from
My
Pretty One.

Until her face seems out of
Reach!

and
I curse the shining sun.

(For taking loves phantom
away
From Me.)

J.Stephen .H.

A church mouse in hell.
++++++++++++++

Louder than a church
mouse in hell.

Protesting his false
confinement.

Whiskers clipped.
Furless in the deep,
cold dark.

(A puppet of unique
Cheese.)

Why have you sent
me here?

and
(perhaps more importantly )
why can't I recall
anywhere else, or other?

Shadows feed the abyss
Of my hypocrisy!

(though heaven's wings
Still flutter. )

It seems like a good
Night

To sit by firelight,
telling ghost stories
about
My Life;

but who could believe
what
I too doubt?

I can't prove real
the

Pen in my Hand!!!

(But know it's likely
A
knife...)

Jsh

An endless canvas

An endless canvas.
++++++++++++++++

I often ask myself, am
I the painter of my canvas?
or have many hands held a
Brush that contributed to
this (half-beautiful ) nightmare
Life?

(and
How deep does Memorys Paint
Bleed
Into This Endless Canvas?)

Crimson twilight

A crimson twilight.
+++++++++++++

its
13 oclock,
On
A crimson
Twilight.

Where
Ashes
Born from
Cupids cremation
are scattered
Across the HeaDs DiRt
FlooR.

She's still lovely
There.

(from
A time I once
Adored.)

+

Sewn shut.

Sad
Lips of vengeance
temporarily
Bound.

I'll bleed for you
Lady Judas-SluT!

(and curse the Soul
I
Never Found.)

+

None-oClock.

Timeless sadness
Now never ceasing.

(and
Cupids ashes
are
Fractured Memories.)

They'll never
Know the
Hell
Love Was Releasing!

(or that it
was
Always The
Enemy. )

J.stephen..h.

She is
PreTTy
as HeLL

with Her
Devil Face

Which
God once
Sadly
Bred;

and
I admire
The
Haunted
Flowers Grace!

( Love
refusing to
Be
Dead. )

+

Graveyard Kisses
are
The Best

on nights when
Life
seems cold;

and you feel
Life
Groaning in your
Chest.

(as Broken
Hands
Mend All THeY
HoLd.)

+
oh,

id walk through hell
To
find the heaven
waiting
In
HeR HeLLiSh EyeS!

in spite the HeaRT
That
Angels Mangle!

(In the name of
Some Men's  Paradise.)


To Be cont.


Maybe

a dead man's
mumble.

+++++++++++++

Dead Heart
that
Lost
Its Words.

No
Beat left
to

Keep
Loves
Harmony.

yet it echoes
through
The Universe!

(and
Plants Hates
Seed

Inside Of
Me.)

+

Hide your
Stars
from Deaths
Sour

Kisses.

(for
even
Angel Wings
have
Crumbled. )

but

Is
it Life
the
Sad Ghost

Misses??!

Or Promise
Of
Heaven?

(A
DeAd MaN
Mumbled. )

J.S.H.

Trying to take yesterday back.

Trying to take yesterday
Back.
++++++++++++++

Sorry dear, ...

but the Roses
and Candy scent
Of you

Let's me know

Our Mouth
Spews Rot that
Grows

upon A
 Self-same
Dying
Soul.

+

Yet we kiss
anyway.

The ironic
Way..

to

temporarily
transfer our
Hate,

and

Forget the
Beast

called
Yesterday.

(who's visage
Likens Fate. )

+


I gave you a bouquet
Of
Forget Me Flowers.

So,

How could you
Remember?

Being Haunted by
The
Lonesome Hours.

Those limbs
that time cannot
Dismember!

(though you kept
Me Always in Your
Powers.)

+

We promise forever
Most

when we know
Our Love

Shall Come to
Pass.

and what
Is
Life

but a Lonesome
Ghost!

(Trying to take
Yesterday
Back.)

J.s.h.

A Symbol of ruin

.
A Symbol of Ruin.

+++++++++++++

I use self as a

Symbol of ruin

Because Truth has

Ruined us to our

Selfless Non-Being.

Ponder that with

Coffee

or detached airs.

and

We'll sit a minute

Thawing Our Heads

By

The Social Fires Lifes

Lie has Caused.

as

Your face

Dances A Smile.

(and

Shit seems passable

for a while.)

+

Our movie Always

changes doesn't it?

but through the

Centuries I have

Loved, and Hated

(and Murdered!!!)

you

In evolving forms

Of

Endless Ink.

Loving Haters

We

Are Who's hypocrisy

Babysits

Forever!

++++

so..

I use

"Us" as

A

Symbol of

FUCK it

Because someone

Has

To,

And..

Has to take

A

Stand Against
Those

Virginal Identities

Born to Whore The

Self

For

ALL.

( till God's mouth

Never

Danced A Smile.)

J.Stephen. H

It Hurts to
Laugh..
and..

That's what
Life is.

A
Happy,
Painted Mask!

(To conceal
The Inner
Bullshit.)

My Head
craps
Better Dreams
than This.

(Best washed
down
With Rainbow
Piss.)

But Rarely
Is
There Bliss!

(so much as
Storms of
Loneliness. )

If I ever won the lottery.

If I ever won
The Lottery.

(Ah,
the
Current Old
Dream!)

I'd cling
To poverty.

and
Look up
at the
Sky and scream.

Holding Doubts
 Knife .


then buy
a
Paupers
Coffin!

(For my
New Dead
Life.)

+

puppets on a madmans page

Puppet on
A Madmans
Page.
++++++++++++

Yesterday HeaVen was
A
Haunted Library without

any
People there
to read about the
Ghosts
Who live in books;

as
I sat wondering
how
Many i's got lost

within the
Page.

+




and
Do I love because
I
Love?

Or
Claim to Love
Intent
Upon a Fuck?!

(Oh,
Why do sad
faced
Angels cut
A
Bleeding HearT
so
much?!!)

+
Now
today...

heaven is
The
Ghost of Yesterday,

Who's
Smile remains a memory
which
could never the joys of
Experience
Replace.

as
I sit
Tearing
Out My
Eyes

Because
I
Hate This
Haunted
Place!

Seeing as
The
"I's"
 are
All Puppets.

(Dancing on a
Madman's page.)

J.Stephen.h.

the pained pedestrian

The Pained Pedestrian.

+++++++++++++

He walked down the
street
with his heart torn out.

Shoeless feet
and blistered
Mouth.

Can anybody spare a
thought?

(to rid a mind
of
Doubt. )

+

Then,..
A smile bloomed within
The crowd,

and soon an angels voice
was heard .

"Stand alone with us
The Proud"!

(Servants of The Vast
AbsuRd.)

+

But
I walked away
Silent,

and
Soulless.

(Without speaking
A word.)

J.Stephen.H.

Wishing Her well

Wishing Her Well.
+++++++++++++

Wishing Her Well
as
I curse the heart;

Putting to Rest
Loves
Dead End Tragedy.

and
 I
thought
I
was Smart!!

(Yet beauty always
makes
A Beast of Me.)

Damning Her name
as
I beg for
Blessings .

Watching the Clock
reveal
A Crueler Side.

Has it forever
Worn
The Smile of
Suffering ?

(that we as fools
ignore in pride.)

Wishing Her Well
as
I Curse The Sky.

Putting to Rest
The
Myth of Angels.

and though
I thought Love
would
Immediately die!!

(I have found
it
Slowly Strangles.)

J.s.h.

Who (From Nowhere ) somewhere was.

Who
(From Nowhere )
Somewhere
Was?
×××××××××××××

Who
(From
Nowhere )
Somewhere
Was?

Before
The Age
Of
Smoke
and
Dust.

No heart
to
Best in spite
Itself.

(Nor Smiles
to
Remind it Who
It Was.)

+

I
Watch Olde
God's
Puke Dead
Memories

into black
tubes
which mimic
Rebirth;

Yet
They still
Believe

that
"I'm" The
Enemy!

(of This
Angel Forsakened
Earth. )

+

I
(From
Something )
The

"Nothing"

Came.

Without a
set
of Lips to
Scream.

or
Heart that
Beats
Me Back to
Sane!!

(to 

Wake
Me from 

This
Dream.)

J.stephen.h

Where everyone pretends to be a star.

where everyone
Pretends to be a star.
+++++++++++++

You tend to
Keep those
Sad
Eyes
Hidden behind a
Careless masks
Composure..

Smiling
Like
A lonely
Phantom!


Present Now,
But
Fleeting.)

Yet A Life
Of
Goodbye's
won't bring one
Closure.

(nor save them
from The Devils
They'll
be meeting. )

×

My HeaRt
is
a sHiT stained
GuTTer littered
with
Everyone's Mental
TraSh.

At
TimeS it
ShyLy
StuTTeRs.

(at times
IronicaLLy
LaUgHs.)

and I 
suppose this
means

We were for
Eachother!!

(too bad Heaven's
FaLLouT brought
Hells
AfTeRmaTh.)

×

You must
keep silent
about
ThE DeAd.

and
EmBrAcE
The
LiVinG for
What
tHeY aRe.

This AbSuRd
MoViE playing
iN
OuR hEAds!


( where everyone
Pretends to be a StaR.)

J.s.h.

A jolly shadow

A jolly shadow.
×××××××××××××

Cozy in the cave
Plato lamented.

A jolly shadow
smiling just to
spite it's tragic
Self.

Who needs a
Philosopher
King?

(Of untold
Mental Wealth.)

Roses bloom
Ironically from
My plastic
Crown of thorns.

so
Keep your flawless
Beauty love!!!

(No one chooses
How they're Born.)

J.Stephen.H.

In spite the torments of this dream

In spite the torments
of this dream.
×××××××××××××

I must admit I
felt
Overwhelming
FEAR;

When I severed
the
Strings of that
Noose
Called Fate,

and
Became my
Own
Self-Puppeteer!

(but damn it's
All
Been Great. )

+

No longer do
I
Blame the skies,

for
The tragedies in
Life
I've Seen;

and
while storms of
Rage
Still Haunt my
Eyes,

An Inner Heaven
Reigns
Supreme,

and keeps my
Heart
Serene!!!

(In spite
The Torments of
This Dream.)

J.s.h

Those Suicide letters. (Written by her eyes.)

Those Suicide letters.
(Written by her eyes.)
×××××××××××××

I'd never
watched
Smiles Die
1,000
Deaths
Before.

(It was
So
Damn
Beautiful .)

But thE
SuIciDe leTTeRs

(Written
By
Her eyes)


OpeNeD
DangeRous
DooRs!

(Slammed
Shut at
My DeAd
HearTs
FuneRal. )

+

Don't do
It
Beauty.

(though
You have
Everything
To
Cry for)

Keep going
In
The Name
Of
Irony!

(that we
both adore.)

+

I'd never
Heard
Madness
sound this
Sane;

(twas
A lovely
Song.)

But loVeS
VoiCe
Screamed
Tragedy
through
My Brain!

(which let
me Know
I
didn't have
Long. )

+

perhaps such
Pain
could never know

ThE
JoY
PaRadise?;

(Or how
OnE
"LoVes'
supposed to
Be.)

But
Those Suicide
LetterS

(WriTTen by
Her Eyes)

complete
Me!!

(in spite
Life's Endless
Irony.)

J.Stephen.H.

Pearls before swine.
×××××××13×××××××

Oh love, could it
be True?

That the Bellies of
Swine are soon to
Burst??!!!

(with tears I've
WepT for YoU. )

And if the "soul"
Teaches lessons that
The mind will rarely
Learn,

what's the
Point?

Why start
an inner fire?!

(If it's not supposed
To burn.)


You'll find it sad
I'll bet..

when
I tell you
Shadows are
The
Most honest
reflections in
Life that I have
met.

But,
I've lived with
them
for years !!

(and never fed
One my tears.)

J.S.H.

A BulleT smile

A bullet smile
++++++++++++

He had a lot
of heart tucked
away in his Hidden
Left pocket;

A lot to say
He never dared.
In fear that
Other Souls would
Mock it.

(Or worse pretend
to care.)

So should I
Shoot em with
A BulleT-SmiLe?

Or hold fast
This Solemn
Charade?

I haven't
Believed
In goodness
for a
while!!

Deluded by
an Artificial
Heaven!

(That my
Hell has made.)

+

She had a lot
of smile cut across
Her Face;

A lot of
Love she sought
to
Share.

In hopes that
Others would
Seek Grace!

(Or at
least pretend
to
CarE.)

++++
Angel..

Shoot me
with
Your Bullet
Smile..

then

Bathe me
in
That Haunted
Voice!

and
Perhaps I'll
Believe in
Goodness for
A
While.


(But
Love was

NEVER
Our
Choice.)



J.Stephen.H.

Forecast

Todays forecast:
Cloudy with intermittent
Moments of sun,
(when she smiles)
Preceded by storms
(When she cries)
and
Possibly starry skies
with
Moonlight later in
The
Evening.

(When she dreams.)

++++

We are victims of the fall

We are victims of the fall.
__________________

Remember class:
One man's paranoia
is
Another's Intuition;

and
Things unseen
Do
Shape The All.

Thus we remain
To God's Invisible!

(But I remember
Myself
Before the fall.)

Acid Showers
cannoT
Scrub Away Olde
SinS;

nor
Painted Smiles
A
Happy Being
Make...

Since we are
Tragic Souls
In
SkiN!!

(That DeaTh
sheds
Like A Snake.)

+++

Taste another
Fruit
My LovE;

FeeL ThE
WisdoM floW
DiViNe.

And remEmBeR
DreaMs you
DreamT AbovE!!

(Before you
TooK up with
ThE SwiNe.)

Remember
ClaSS:

One Mans
Thought
Contains
ThE ALL.


So the
Future
ReMainS
ThE
PresenTs
PasT!

(and We
Are
VicTimS of
ThE
FaLL.)

J.Stephen.h

Products of the mind

Products of the mind.
_______________________

Sometimes I hate
The Human HearT.

The Eternally
recurring
Dramatic Episodes
and Tear Stained
Catastrophes!

It's like watching
A movie In The
DarK.

(with every Villain
Wearing The Face
Of Me.)

There's somethin
Wrong with The
Bedroom Mirror.

My countenance
remains a faithless
Stone..

which Inward
Laughs  at unseen
Tears!!

Shed in blood.

(and wept AloNe.)

Oh,

Be still My
Eternal Catastrophe..

And set free
The Wraiths of
Time!

For there may
Be Greater Worlds
To See?!

(though  all are
Products
Of The Mind.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Halls of nevermore

Back to the
Halls of
Nevermore.

Where Angels
(with
Their Fresh
Clipped Wings)
Mop
The bloody floors!

(Of a Heart
which beats
Upon
Deaths Door.)

Heaven was
a grand retreat,
from the
Home we left
to
Seek..

Spirits humble,
fierce, and meek!

(All leveled
By
A God who
wouldn't speak.)

+

Back to my
Own waste
Land;

Where (for
a single moments
Pace)

I held eternity
In My Hands.

(Then laughed
Into It's Face.)

+

to be cont. Maybe.
seems alright though.

Things from life

Mad?

No.

It's just scares me when
You talk old devil shit.

Because it makes me
Remember.

(Things from life I've
Tried long to forget.)

But the heart one never owns.

But the heart
One never owns.
++++++++++++

Oh flame..
I thought you
Would've known,

that...

You can sell
1,000 angel souls!

(But the HearT
OnE neVer oWns.)

You dream the
Oddest
Midnight scenes..

though I've never
Seen
Your griM eyeS
Sleep!

A goddess true
In
Face, and form.

(haunted by
sad phantoms of
The deep.)

+

Today Times
Record seems
quite broken;

stuck on
Songs that
played before.

In a voice
Of
Days lost
and unspoken!

(dreamiNg of
HearTs it
Never owned
Before.)

j.stephen.h

Friday the 13th

Friday
The 13th.
++13+++

It's my favorite
Unholiday.
A time to sit
By an empty fire
with unloved ones,
reminiscing about
Old hates, and
Dreaming
Future Enemies.

Shall we sing
tHiRtEeN Carol's outside
These prison walls
While The Warden (time)
lies sleeping like those
Gone but Never dEAd?!

Till tomorrow
Becomes a fleeting
Memory!

(and faith a fiction in
my head.)

J.stephen.h

13 SonneTs

13 SonneTs.
+++++++++++++

I know it's
not
the smoke,

when her
Eyes
grow dull,
and dim;

and
Her Voice
Sings
TraGic NoteS.

13
SonneTs.

(All for
HiM.)

+

I should've
Known
it's wrong to
Hope,..

or

Pray for
GreaTeR
ThinGs to
CoMe.

Love left
mE
dangling from
A
RoPe!

(in this
WorLd
wiThouT
ThE SuN.)

+

I know it's
not
ThE dRinK..

when her
LaugH sounds
like
A ghosT;

and I'm too
in
LoVe to "think"!

(about liFeS
PaiN
I craVe ThE
mosT.)

I'm wiser now,
buT
SaDdeR thus;

another HatefuL
LeSsoN
Learned..

DeAd
HeaRt
reduced
To
ASh and
DuSt!!

13
SoNNeTs!!!!!

(Watch theM
BuRn.)

J.s.h.

Drowning in the crystal smoke

Drowning in
The crystal smoke.
+++++++++++++

But who's the fiction?
And can the narrative
Theme exist independently
Of the narrator?

I ask myself this often...

Who is the fiction?
Them or (I?)

(It keeps me
Awake in my coffin...
and
makes me wanna DIE.)

The inner voyuer
watchin from the
Eye's Pale Grim..

Seeking to
Destroy!

(Every dead face
That looks
Like HiM.)

The voices tell sad
Jokes

In tearful tones..
(Lamenting my
Sanity)

As

I drown in the
Crystal Smoke.

And the haunted
Angel moans!

(Because she
Couldn't save
Me.)

13

Somethin be wrong with we

Somethin be
Wrong with we.
++++++++++++

Lawdy lawdy
I do decree...
what
Be these things in
Dreams that eat me?

Love,
A completely
imbalanced part

Of
God's nutritious
Nightmares!

Lawdy be angelz!


Me/we

has no feaRs!

But something i
Reckon in My Heads
Done snapped..

Crackled n popped
Like
A prom date cherry 🍒

That makes the devil
Laugh!

Lawdy lawdy I
Do decree!

(Somethin be wrong
With we.)

13

Partaking of that fabled fruit.

Partaking of
That fabled fruit.
+++++++++++++++

The bad angel
sitting on my left
shoulder screams:

"Abandon faith ye
who enter."

It's voice is
ResTless in my
Dreams.

(Till all things
Good go
Unremembered.)

I've partaken of
A
Most deceptive
Fruit;

it's juice is acid
on
My chin.

The serpent said
it's flesh revealed
The Truth!

(But surely Lord
The
Truth tastes not
Like sin.)

J.s.h.

The good go laughing

The Good Go Laughing.
(When they Die.)
++++++++++++++++++

Sometimes,...the
only
Happiness one can
hope for,

is to hear DeaTh
weeping
Tears of Intermittent
Joy;

Standing
Outside Life's
Broken Door!

(staring into an
Endless Void.)

+

No sweet one,
Smiling Kisses cannot
save thee,..

nor bring back
Memories of Good
Things Gone.

for
To Live and Die
Is Destiny!

(though some
Be Pheonixes
of The Dawn.)

+

Your Rainbow
Karma Stare confounds
Me;

( I drown in
There when you're
Unaware.)

It seems
(at first )
to be
a Mystery!

(But leads
The
Soul to All
and
Nowhere.)

You're as close
to
Joy as I'll ever get,

in this Ocean
of Pain with cold
waves crashing.

Where the Dead
not
only weep but sigh!

Yet The Good
My Love ??

The good go
Laughing!!

(and Smiling
when they die.)

J.Stephen.H

Candy coated
Yesterday.
++++++++++++

I'm sure others
have felt this way;
but (as for myself)
I can't remember.

Love fed me A
Candy coated yesterday.
(With eternity at
The Center.)

I've been a prisoner
trapped behind Broken
Walls of impenetrable
Silence...
Long enough to "know"..
that I know Nothing;
and feel a mental need
for Violence!
(To ease my inner
suffering.)

What do angels
Dream of when they sleep?
(dull halos sharpening
up for war.)
A way to touch
Leviathans Deep!
(and defeat the
Fabled Whore.)

+
I'm sure others have
Felt this way...
But (as for me) I can't
Recall;

Love has fed me
Thoughts of doomsday!!

(A need to see the heavens
Fall.)

J.stephen.h.

angels who mimic cheer

angels who mimic cheer.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

I was a junkie for her

charms,

and her words?...

the needle in my arms;

the

laughing gas I wept to

lonely.

(as demons danced in

raging swarms.)

my withdrawal is a numbness

which

leads the mind to beg for

pain,

a wanderer traveling a stormy

desert.

(burnt mouth sewn shut

with rain)

and

perhaps ill die here?

(in my lost and haunted

head.)

dreaming of Angels who

mimic cheer!

(but are in truth the
monsters

beneath my bed.)

j.stephen.h.

bare pickt the flowers of its head

bare-pickt..the flowers
of its head.
++++++++++++++++

Loves or Loves
not?

Bare-pickt,..the
flower of it's
head;

all roses smell
like rot.

Laughter is The
Weeping of Hearts
Grown Dead!

Today/Yesterday/
Tomorrow?

when was it?

That Life became
a Pit of Sorrow,

and He drowned
in The Angels'
Bullshit?

hell...
Perhaps it was
Always Dark!

(and
Broken Glass,
The Diamond of
It's Heart.)

jsh

dead-stephens not half-so-glad.

dead stephen isnt half so glad.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Dead
Stephens
Not
Half So Glad
Tonight.

Ponderin Life's
Unsweet
Imponderables.

(without an End
In Sight.)

"Bartender, make
it
A god damned.

(and
I shall
Drink away These
Parasites.)

+

Angel-Smiles to
cure
My Devil Ways of
Thinking?

They Cannot!

but
I can kill 1,000
stars
By
BLINKING!!

(and fill This
World
With Rot.)

+

Sheep are
Cute
and Dead Stephen
likes
em Pretty Well;

but
People Sheep
should

Never
Be.

They are
The
Architects
of His
Odd
Hell.

(and confuse
"belief" with
Destiny.)

+

Dead Stephens'
Head
Aches Like a
Bastard Lately.

Sometimes he
thinks
it's
going to Crack,

and
Puke Out
Endless
Pounds
of
Crazy!

or Travel
to
That Deadass
Place.

(from which
you
don't come back.)

+

Dead Stephen
isn't
Half So glad this
Morning.

Lost in Life's
grim
inevitable.

and
Behind his eye's
it's
Always Storming!!

(Warden,
make it a Double.)

ha

jsh

as you wallow in your nothing.

as you wallow
in
your nothing....
++++++++++++

it kills me as
you wallow
in
your Nothing.

you were once
a
Thinking -Being.

you used to
stand
For Something.

(but are now
a
Puppet on A
String.)

does the little
box
comfort you?

as you wile away
the
Midnight HourS?

Have you found
A
Personal Truth?

(though the Intellect
in
You Sours.)

+

the daydream moon is dead

the daydream moon is dead.
++++++++++++++++++++++

i feel powerless when
the
moon looks at me and
daydreams,

closing it's countless
glowing eyes,

until I see behind the
scenes!

(The Tragedy Of
Paradise.)

+

I suffer a not-so-subtle
insanity,

but
Others tell me I Am
Blessed;

at
Times I even Burst
Out Laughing!!

(to mask My Weeping
Hearts Distress.)

+

i hate it when the walls
laugh back,

i use my fists to silence
their voices;

they often make my fucking
head crack!!

(and spill out countless
shitty choices.)

+

yesterday my brain decided
to masturbate;

(though the world remained
a mocking tease.)

Hoping To Be Fucked By
A Higher Fate!

(but it left us Broken and
Diseased.)

+

(epilogue)

at
13 a.m. a pissed off shot
rings...

and
eats up Half a Haunted
Head.

As The Universe
Begins to Sing!

(because The
Daydream
Moon Is Dead.)

j.s.h.

mother in the corner crying

mother in the corner crying.
+++++++++++++++++++

mother in the corner
crying.

(son beneath the cellar
stairs.)

she discovered
that
true love was
lying!

(and cut the angels from
her Hair.)

+

it was a day when smiles
died,

(never to return again.)

that he watched her mind grow
Occupied.

(with devil-voices she called
friends.)

+

now/
mother in the corner
Cracking.

(Son Hiding
Under His Bed.)

because
Life is a Joke,
but
no ones laughing!!

(except The Shadows
In
Our Head.)

j.s.h.

His Mind Sings. (tragic dreams.)

his mind sings tragic dreams.
+++++++++++++++++++++

His Mind Sings
Tragic Dreams,

(incapable of penetrating
lifes odd nightmaRe.)

As The Soul
Within Him Screams!

(out of loneliness and
fear.)

+

but

what happens when
compassion fades?

and angel tears no longer
cut.

(the
HearT
wiTh
RazoR-
blaDes/)

"Every Thing
Dies!!"

Dead Voices Say.

(but oft ReTurN
In HaunTeD
ways.)

+

Oh..
This
Life needs
A Better Ending;

(with friendlier
voices
of The Dead.)

One in which
God is not
Pretending!

(that
we're
More than
Memories
In
His Head.)

J.Stephen.H

the king of things uncertain.

the king of things uncertain.
+++++++++++++++++++

when silence breaks
the
Thirteenth Curtain,

and
Hemlock Milk is
offered
Up.

I'll be The King
of
Things Uncertain.

(but Not Partake
of
Life's Grim Cup.)

j.s.h.

goodbye moonbeams

good-ByE-mOOnBeAmS.
++++++++++++++++++++

Good-Bye Moon
Beams
glisten in Her Hair;

farewell my endlessly-
fading love!

(HeLLo Heart-Break
and
Despair.)

+

I saw you in
A
Dream Last Night;

(it
almost felt like
you
were HeRe.)

Your Dead Eyes
ate
Eternal Sunlight!!

(and
spit Black-
Rainbows
Without
CheeR.)

+

Goodbye-Sad-Songs
pour
from Your Voice;

Take care
My
Ever- Dying -
Love!

(The End
was
Not Our Choice.)

j.stephen.h.

from her kingdom of unsmiling stars

from her kingdom
of
unsmiling stars.
_______________

She rules the
night
from her kingdom
of
unsmiling stars

so well,

that,..

The
Darkness
momentarily
Remembers

Light.

(and makes
Heaven
of 

Life's Hell.)

+

To kill or
die
for love is
never
so bold as

Living
appropriately
in
love's
sweet moment;

for
heroes are born
and
bred by dramatic
exploits,

but
everyday 

Love rules

the world!

(and that's kind
of
The Point.)

+
now..

She rules me
from
her kingdom
of
Unsmiling Stars

so
well,

that..

I momentarily
forget
My Scars!

(and
That
My Love
is
Hell.)

j.stephen.h.

cloudy with a chance of fucked

cloudy with a chance of fucked.
++++++++++++++++++++++++

the day was cloudy
with
a chance of fucked,

and
you were the only
good
thing left in the world
love.

how do you smile
when
everything around
us
withers and turns to
shit?

(and why does
it
always kill me
when
The Heavens Smile
Above?)

+

the soldiers salute
you
like a general when

we
pass them hand in
hand,

(anyone else would
be
shot i suspect.)

and
you seem to be the
savior
of this god forsakened
land!

(who loves
an
irredeemable train-wreck.)

+

so,

(in spite it all)

the day is cloudy with
a
chance of hope..

hope i view with
ceaseless caution,

with
Heart intent on bullets
or a
Rope!

(which leads to but
a
temporary coffin.)

j.s.h.

the funny thing about the world

The Funny Thing
About The World.
++++++++++++

thats the funny
thing
about the world love.

some days you
want
to Kill It All.

Other Days you
Wish
you could just
Save
the Broken Parts.

(and throw the
rest away.)

j.s.h.

for misty.

fatal attraction

A Fatal

Attraction

that will

Never Die.

A 

Tragic

Story.

(with a

Chaotic

Vibe.)

A Fate

She Cannot

Escape.

A

Bond

Twisted!!

(From 

Poetic

Hate.)

+

Whispering

Sweet 

Nothingness

into

My Ear.

Wiping away

One Escaped

Tear.

The Beast

Inside You

has an insatiable

lust,

Dark Desire

and  Fear.

(A Mandatory

Must.)

Your Darkness

feeds from the

flesh of A Woman,

in the Absence

of Her,

she's all you 

Obsess on.

+

You fell 

in Love,

she was in

a Bad

Situation.

(fire and

Fuel Never

touched 

this

Explosion.)

+

A Vision

was Ignited

in 

Her,

distorted and

hazy,

she spoke 

of 

Her Story,

they ruled 

it

Insanity!

+

Disorders in

books could

not explain,

the way her

Psyche

Changed.

(and no one

understood 

why she so

often Raged.)

+

Multi-Personality

Stockholm, 

Schizophrenia and

more!

(it was only he who

could open that door.)

+

You created 

this Beautiful 

Nightmare

in Me.

and

Set the Trap

so 

I'll Never Be

Free.

I Played with

The Beast that

Lies Within You.

Scratched The

Surface, and allowed

it To Break Through.

I am now a

Dark Angel who

sense

Your Fear,

and now

you will

see

that your

Fate

is Clear.

Craving pain

and sex that

leaves your mind

twisted,

two demons

like this create

the tormented

kind of wicked.

Misty.

when lilith wept

wHeN LiLLiTh
wEpT.
___________

When
LilliTh
wepT

Dead
Stars
Bled Out;

(falling
to
NeTher
ReGiOnS
DowN
Below.)


and
lefT

A bRuIsE
on
HeAvEnS
mOuTh!

(Some
Angels
even
DiEd
oF
SoRRoW.)

+

the Gods
were not
so-happy
then,

but
understood

because
they

"Knew"

that
Beauty
is
Destroyed
by
Men!

(Who Kill
For
Lies They
Think
Are True.)

+

On
Picture
Days,

(when
All
Seems
Fake.)

She sits
Alone
Beside The
Fire;

HoPiNg
that
Her MiNd
won'T
BrEaK,

as did Her
Heart.

(to Dark
Desire.)

+

But
When Lillith
Weeps
My Soul Bleeds
Out,

(WaTeriNg
tWiLiGhT
fLoWeRs
DoWn BeLoW.)

and
Leaves
A
Bruise
On HeaVens
MouTh!

(which could
Be
SMilinG
By
TomoRRoW.)

J.Stephen.h.

thirteen a.m.

ThIrTeEn
a.M.
+++++++

It's Thirteen a.m.
and
there's Blood On
The Floor.

How the hell did
I
get here?


(why is there A
Red
Hand Print On
The Door?)

+

Stephen,

were
you bad
again?

(I thought
we
discussed
this.)

You said you
were Partying
With Old
Devil-Friends!

(and
I almost
felt Her
Angel Kiss.)

+

At 13
a.m.
Hells' Streets
are
Empty.

(and hardly
A
Demon
Can Be Seen.)

But
sometimes you
can
meet a Friendly.

(Shadow
seeking
Heavens Dream.)

+

oh,

How the Hell
did
I Get Here?

(This Prison
Absent
My Adore.)

Stephen,

did
you
cause
Angelic
Tears?!

(and Leave
Her
Handprint
On
The Door.)

j.stephen.h.

authors note to self

authors
NoTe:
(to self)
+++++++

I
aM
PersonallY
ImPersonaL.

yet quite
intent upon
expressing
the inexpressible
in ways
which
would destroy all
other
Expressions.

but
where
would
the
world be?!

if it Died
or fell
Asleep?..

(due to
OuR
TransgressionS.)

+

MY Life
is
A Scream.

(contained
in a
Parenthesis.)

oR
hYbRiD
NighTmaRe
DrEaM!!!

(which
OccurS
for
All Eternity.)


J.sTePheN.h.

________

i'm uncertain as to whether
or not this piece is complete.
there may
be more added to it later on
after
I ponder it for a while.

Some may be annoyed by my
playful deconstruction of various
words, but the intention is to
test my current belief that by
capitalizing upon certain words,
(that I have come to call "feeling
toned words) that word stands out
more to the
reader and may possibly increase
an emotional response.

There is obviously at this moment
no way of determining the veracity
of these claims, but I am hoping for
critical feedback.

to be continued when its over

to be continued when its over.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

to be

continued

when its

over..

when death

comes like an

angry morning

to reclaim the

darkened sky,

and sparrows

hide

their faces in

a

burlap sack of

tears.

(because they

forgot the way

it feels to fly.)

+

ill miss you in

the Morning but

the night is ours;

ours to dream

ourselves awake.

(ours to curse

at

Lying Stars.)

+

but

when the whole

world's

a tragedy my sweet,

what else

can we hope to be?

i shall meet you in

those

places where the

dead

like to Meet.

(and

we can start a club

for

Comedy.)

+

to be continuted

when

it's over.

when all things

cease

to be the Things

They

Are..

and I

(in ill-humor

hoping)

Scream a Lovers

Last

Complaint!!!

(directed

at

The Stars.)

• j.s.h.