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.