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.

thirteen leagues beneath the sea . (and sinking.)

thirTeeN
LeaGueS
beNeaTh
tHe SeA.
(and sinking.)
++++++++++

it's Noon Here 

and The
Sun is Dead.

or...

maybe it's
not?

perhaps
The Dark
is
In My Head?

(and
Perhaps My
Head
is RoT?)

+

the day
is good
for
Hate

but..

(being
a Rebel)

I Love
Anyway.

Love
to
spite My Inner
DeVils!

(who've
lately

had

too much
to
Say.)

+

ThirTeeN

Leagues Beneath

The
sea and sinking;

deeper
by the second
with
Clothed

in
Doom...

as
The
Stars

(in
Tyranny)

continue
Blinking!!

(I Hear Her
weeping
in the Bedroom.)

+

it's 

NooN

again

and
My Heart
feels
Dead..

but...

maybe it's
NoT?

Perhaps
She was 

only
in My
Head?!!

(and my

Head Breeds

Rot.)

j.stephen.h.

her pretty midnight everything

Her PreTTy
mIdNiGhT
eVerYtHiNg.
+++++++++

I Love
Her Pretty
Midnight
Smiles,

(shining
in
My Restless
Dark)

and
Those
Ocean
Eyes which
see
For Miles!

(into
The
Human
Heart.)
+

On
Halflit
Mornings
Tear-Dew
glistens,

and
Life
(for me)
seems
Cold and
Bleak,

but
An
Angel
to Her
Sweet
Voice
Listens!

(the moment
that
She Speaks.)

+

THe
dEmOnS
they
can
Never
touch Me,

(when
in
Her
Sacred
Presence)

For
She casts
them
All into
The Sea

and
builds
A Holy
Fence!

(between
Hell
and Divinity.)

+

I
Love
Her
PreTTy
mIdNiGhT
EveryThing..

how
she makes
The
Broken World
seem
Whole,

and
eases
My
HearTs
suFFerinG!

(resToring
SoLace to
mY sOuL.)

j.stephen.h.

the cause-of-the-month-supporter.

A cause of the
month supporter.
++++++++++++++

(insert cause-of-the-
month here.)

i support this.
truly.

but it offends
me.

i am offended by
the offensiveness,
and defensiveness,
and tendency to make
a dramatic issue of
everything.

it turns everyone into
victims, or worse ..
objects of pity no
longer human,
but glass to keep
in iron cases to avoid
being damaged any further.
(we're all damaged
aren't we?)

yet Now brethren,
we are truly
Equals.

Equal victims who
Victimize, and kill..
with ideals, abstract
Truths (or Well placed
Lies.) Which
leads most to the ultimate
Conclusion that...
innocence fades
with youth!
(and freedom often
Dies.)

J.S.H.

what my shadow said.

what my
shadow said.
+++++++++++

I disagree
with
what My Shadow
said.

That Love
cannot
save
a Tortured
Soul!

(Nor Smiles
raise
The Restless
Dead.)

For in spite
The
Many Tragedies
I
Sing..

They are
merely
Fictions
Love;

since your
eyes have
eased My
Suffering,

and
restored
Faith.

(in The
Heavens
High
Above.)

+

Still,
Ones Shadow
is
A Useful
Tool,

if
you wield
it's
Hammer
properly,

realizing
that it
takes a Fool,

to
succumb
to
Earthly
Misery!

+

Yes,
I refuse to
believe
what My
Shadow Said..

for your
smile
has mended
My
Tortured
Heart!

(and
raised it
from
The Dead.)

j.s.h.

Hold on.

Hold on.
++++++++
Just hold on
Love,

just hold
on.

Ignore the
whispers from
from
Above.

Embrace the
Burdens of
Another Dawn!

You are the
Pain

I crave the
Most.

The reason
that I

still Believe,..

that I could
Be

More than
A
Ghost .

(Whom others
might as "good"
perceive.)

Just hold on
Dear,

just hold
On.

For Life
Is Lost without
You
Here!

(and my
Tears would
Kill
The Dawn.)

J.S.H.