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.

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Yet we kiss
anyway.

The ironic
Way..

to

temporarily
transfer our
Hate,

and

Forget the
Beast

called
Yesterday.

(who's visage
Likens Fate. )

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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.)

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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.)

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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!

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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.)

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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.

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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?!!)

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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. )

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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.)

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But
I walked away
Silent,

and
Soulless.

(Without speaking
A word.)

J.Stephen.H.