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.