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.