captain tinnitus and the not so sunny band

captain tinnitus
and the "not so sunny"
band.
+++++++++++++

the buzzing
in
my ears..

am
i
crazy?

or does
disharmony
rule
the spheres?

(my vision
is
growing
hazy.)

+

i
tossed
my
heart

into
the
microwave,

and
gave the
infinity

button a
press;

because
ill
forever

be
Hatreds Slave!

(without
love
in me to
confess.)

+

the ring
of
that ancient
bell,..

is
death speaking
to
me?

have
I
already
reached
hell?!!

(or awaiting
it's eternity?)

+

i
toss wishin-coins
into
The Angel Well;

and
pray for better
things.

but
darkness has
me

under it's
spell!!!

and
life remains....

(not worth
remembering.)

j.s.h.

Behind my smiling face

behind my smiling face.
+++++++++++++

their laughter was
nails
on my Grim Souls
chalkboard,

but
i stood there
feigning
Grace,

to mask the
stark discord.

(raging behind
my
Face.)

+

"who orders milk
in
Bars?!"

they ask.

"chase the irony
down
with scars!!!!"

(and eat the
Broken Glass.)

+

now i'm walkin
down
13th Street..

1,000 miles from
where
I'd like to be.

Hoping I may
someday meet,

My Love for
all
Eternity.

+

yet
perhaps
the
chalkboard
is
half-empty?

and
filled with
mostly
nonsense
Verse?

or
Perhaps I
am

The Enemy??!!!!!

(the Angels seem
to
Curse.)

+

the laughter....
its...

near-endless
now.

oceans of voices
from
invisible crowds;


how can they
be
so loud?!!!

(my heart becomes
a
Funeral Shroud.)

+

"who
orders
blood
in
a bar?"

they ask.

(their sneering
faces
ever-mocking.)

"spit out
the
shards of
broken
glass!!"

but your
heart?!!!

(it's
not worth
stopping.)

j.stephen.h.

a pit of nowhere

A PiT oF
nOwHeRe.
++++++++

Her eyes were
Tombstones with
AnGeLs
in Them.

Trying to
break through
the

WindoW of
HeR
pRiSoN sTaRe.

and
mine were
graveyards full
of
MeN!

(Who were
banished into
nOwHeRe.)

+

The Purgatory
where
we met,

was
full of stars
that
never shined.

A
Hell which
made

The ANgels
sweat!

(and drove
God out of
His Mind.)

+

We make
the
Most Imperfect
Pair,

(but it works
well
for us none-
the-less.)

with HeR
the goddess
of
Despair!!

(and I
The Devil
in
Distress.)

+

Her heart
is
a thanks
for
nothing
card

written
to
Me,

trying to
cause
a
stir or scare.

Mine?

a thing
to
thus discard!!

(to that
endless pit
of
Nowhere.)

j.stephen.h.

from my heads unending grave

from my heads
unending grave.
+++++++++++++


Her eyes were
tombstones
with angels in them,


breaking 

through
the
Window
of her
Prison Stare.

Mine?..

Dead Wardens
who
condemn!

(The Soul with
but
A Glare.)


+

She asked me
what
I Felt For Her,

with
wanting in her
Voice;

I replied:

"you are
the Universe!!"

(yet
Love was Not
Our
Choice.)

+

Her Angels
became
Mad Devils
then,

(who
made my
Heart
a Slave.)

and
I learned to
oddly

Cherish
them!!

(from
My Heads'
Un-ending
Grave.)

j.stephen.h.

• 
  

Where angel stones once proudly stood

Where angel stones
Once proudly stood.
+++++++++++++

Digging deeply
into
my self.

The shovel broke
after
Hitting My HearT.

Then melted due
to
inner Hells.

(from which
I
can't depart.)

+

Laughter
echoed
through inner
Gardens,

Where Angel
Stones
Once proudly
stood,..

till replaced
By
Fate which
never pardons!!

(My soul from
This Desolate Wood.)

+

Older now I
Dig
No more,

In Mental graves
so
Rift with Bones,

that I could fill
up
Countless Shores!

(and never stifle
Heavens Groans.)