all youths heroes now are dead

youths heroes
now are dead.
+++++++++++++

as a kid
i
used to hide
for

hours in the
closet of my
room;

wondering what
heroes did.

(to defeat Youths
Inner
Gloom.)

+

those heavy
footsteps...

were they
real?....

I hold my
whispering
breath!

but only
Death
seems real.

(so perhaps
its better not
to feel.)

+

twas often
also
moonlight screamed,

into
the darkness of
lost
memory;

till
Life Became
a
Thing I'd
Dreamed!

(with true
self The Nightmare
Enemy.)

+

Those
Angels...

were they
ever
there?

The Inner
Good
Within Me
Strangles!!

(and I breath the
evil air.)

+

as a man
i
choose to
hide,

in the
closet of
my
Head,

with
none in
whom

i can confide.

(youths
heroes now
are dead.)

j.s.h.

the son of endless night

the son of endless night.
++++++++++++++

Her Kisses made
the
world go blurry;

and
filled the skies
with
Half-Dead Light.

then I felt
an
inner
sense of hurry!

(to
outrun the
endless
night.)

+

i laughed
until
all tears
made
sense.

(then
wept with
jesters
sad, and
empty.)

The
Punchline?

Mortal
Innocence!!!

(consumed
by
external enemies.)

+

how
long before
i
die again?

(looking
into
You.)

trying to
be
a Hero of
Men!

(but
far too
fond
of Solitude.)

+

spare your
kisses
my old friend;

and
save those skies
of
half-dead light.

For Fate prefers
I
Do Not Mend!!

(I Am
The
Son Of
Endless
Night.)

J.Stephen.H.

all the difference

all the difference.
+++++++++++++

She asked him
why
life is Dark;

and
how many hard
hearts

would angels
break?

(if hard
angels didn't
have hearts.)

Do we all
play
Scripted Parts?!!

(or
choose to wear
Love's
Bulls-Eye Mark?)

+

He answered:
"how the fuck
should I know?"

(I've never
payed
much attention.)

"I see Light
in
Those Eyes
of
Sorrow!"

"and
still feel
Love."

(you've
told me not
to
mention.)

+

She tells him:

"Dear
Flame,

I Love You
Still."

"I always
have,
and always
will."

"but we're
The Same,

and
That Makes
All
The Difference!!!"

"Between
Love Which Stays."

(and Love that
Kills.)

j.stephen.h.

a quiet rebellion against the frowns

a quiet rebellion
against the frowns.
++++++++++++++

i love you
because
you "know"

behind
most smiles
are
frowns;

yet you
 smile
for
me anyway.

fake it so well
it
makes me smile...

and then we
fake
it
together with
hope in our heart

that
eventually things
might
feel like they used to..

back before the world
became
an existential cluster-fuck
of
vast proportions.

(or
place where few
loves
last longer than
a
"crap of the
month"
song that becomes
old
in it's infancy and passed
on
for Newer Things.)

+

I love you because
even in my grief
i
can't stop laughing!

and you never call
me crazy

because we're in it
together;

two crazy fucks
against
a depressingly
crazier
system of frauds

who
place value in
statistical trends
which
unique souls could
never
be!

(i love you because
you've always been a
part of me.)

+

so love..

i'll just
sit here
behind the screen,
faking it till i make
it

because
thats what
MY Love
does..

while
hoping against
hope for
good
times to be renewed,

and Love
to
Become
a
"Thing" again!

(even if our
sad
smiles
remain a quiet
rebellion against
the
Frowns.)





j.s.h.

the pieces which truly mend us

the pieces which
truly mend us.
+++++++++++++

By all outward
appearance,
she
seems to suffer
from
an odd form of
kleptomania
which
involves the stealing
of
hearts that she then
returns
to the owner more
broken
than they were
before.

But damn!!
how I wish to
be
stolen...and
Broken!!!

(since it is the
pieces which truly
mend us.)

j.stephen.h.

how brittle be the clay

how brittle be
the clay.
+++++++++

I cannot be
All
Things to All
Men;

I am an
Anomaly ...

or freak occurrence
which
occurred nonetheless
to
spite the division of
it's
ever-spiteful-selves.

+

But how high
is
High Enough?

Ask Dear Icarus
how
quickly melts the
wax,

and
low becomes the
bar

once you've eaten
every
shooting star and
crave
for more!!!

(to remind you
who
you are.)

+

I can only
be
Me to all
"Me's";

while molding a
personal
destiny with two
broken
hands which "see"!!!

(how brittle be the
clay.)

j.stephen.h.