The Lonesome Dark

The Lonesome Dark.
+++++++13++++++++++

You look
pretty
in The Lonesome
Dark.

And (on cold
nights)
You Breathe
A fire in Me.

As I Lament the
Death of
Another Heart!

(But what is
That
to Eternity?)

+

Midnight told
my
Soul a Secret;

though
(in that
moment)
I didn't heed..

And
Because
Of
 "You"
I could
not keep
it!

(thus
remain a
Victim To
The
Devil's Need.)

+

A Perfect
End is quite
Serene,..

while
Mans
Greatest Loves
are
Long,
and Beautiful.

Yet mine
is
Somewhere
In Between!!

(Odd Living
And An Endless
Funeral.)

+

You look
Perfect In
Your
Lonesome
Dark;

Breathing
A
Fire No One
Sees.

Lamenting
The Passing
Of
My Heart!

But...

(What is that
To Eternity?)

J.Stephen.H

Kiss Farewell The sun

Kiss Farewell The Sun.
 ++++++13++++++++++

Kiss farewell
The
Sun My love
And..

Say
Goodnight..

To
Those Angels
You've
been dreaming
of!

(who filled
The World
with Heavens
Light.)

A sad,
uncertain
Creature
(Lust)
Haunts your
Heart in
Hateful Ways.

Then grinds
The
Bones of
Faith to Dust!

(To be
scattered
down The
Hall
Of Yesterday.)

Shake
the
Hand of Fate
My
Dear,
But..
Don't Hold
Your
Breath.

Because
all
Of
Us are
Prisoners
Here!!

(And the
Warden
of
Life is
Death.)

This
Shadow
Bids
Your Soul
to
Follow,..

down
A Dark,
Chaotic
Path;

You ask
him
Why His
Eyes
Are Hollow!

(I
look
at You and
Laugh.)

Kiss
Farewell
The Sun
My
Love,..

and..
Say
Hello to
Endless
Night.

For
Those
Angels
You've
Been
Dreaming
Of??

(were
Always
Devils
in my
Sight.)

J.Stephen.H.

the heaven of ourself

the heaven of ourself.
________________

Not everything
in Love implies
a choice,

(like how I
fall asleep
haunted by
the Lullabye
of your Voice.)

nor did I ask
to Love The
Way I Do.

(in such
 tortured
ways which
seem to torment
you.)

Yet the Heart
Reveals so many
Hells,

(burning in ones
restless mind)

that could lead
us to the Heaven
of Ourselves!

(if only we were
not so fucking
blind.)

j.s.h.

the light i made my enemy

the light i made my enemy.
+++++++++++++++++++++

Why should
I
view it as a
curse?

my interesting
ability..

To Murder
Angels
with a Verse.

(of Absurdist
Poetry.)

I will
not
blame Odd
Things Like
Fate,

but rather
claim This
Darkness
In Me..

and
continue
thus to
Desecrate!

(The Light
I Made My
Enemy.)

j.s.h.

charge of the lemming brigade

Charge of The
Lemming Brigade.
++++++++++++

Once more to the
Cliff Good Friends!

Heed not That
Lie concealed as
Fact.

There shall be
Paradise in The
End.

(regardless how
you choose to act.)

Ask and you
shall receive,
anything your
hearts desire,
if only you believe!

(alternative meaning
forged in fire.)

++++

and they all went
merrily down...

the leader and his
Lemming Friends;

then splattered on
the ground!

(no Truth Discovered
In The End.)

j.s.h.

the light shining through my madness.

the light shining through
my madness.
++++++++++++++++++

She had never
met
Madness before.

(of that I was
certain.)

merely pecked
lightly on it's
door.

(trying to
see
Behind The
Curtain.)

So does it
come as a
Surprise?

(when
Fiction
Meets
Reality.)

That A
Horror filled
Her Haunted
Eyes!

(when she
Viewed The
Madness That
is In Me.)

+

I'd never
met
True Beauty
Before.

(of that
I am Sure.)

Merely pondered
Theories of
Ancient Lore!

(concerning
Angels Sweet
and Pure.)

So does it
come as a
Surprise?

(when
Myth
Becomes
Real.)

That A
Revelation
Filled My
Eyes!!

(and taught
My Hateful
Soul To Feel.)

+

You My
Love
are Never
Gone.

On Nights
when I am
too distraught,

to Hope
I See Another
Dawn,

and
Remember
Grace I
have Forgot!

No...
You are
Here.

This Place
Where
Goodness
Happens.

(A Light
Shining
Through
My Madness.)


j.s.h.

the below we must endure

the below we must endure.
++++++++++++++++++++

yes love...
i am a cynic
indeed.

and can
readily show
you..

how a rose
by other name
is

but a weed!

i
still recall
that first slap
we shared...

arguing
vague,
nonsensical
issues.

it let me
know you
Cared.

(so of
course I
abandoned
you.)

yes love.

i am a
cynic for
sure.

and will
readily
show you
how
Above

is the
Below
We Must
Endure.

jsh

the tears of a critic

the tears of a critic.
+++++++++++++

and for The
Artists
next trick ...

he will
saw himself
in Half.

Waiting for
The Tears of
a Critic.

(who only
Laughs.)

He is The
Anti-Something.

Sure only
of
Uncertainty,

or

Alternate States
of
Objective Being.

(that could
easily be Me.)

and...

for his next
trick,

he will
saw The
World
in half.

then
Say
Goodbye
to The
Critic.

(or
lament
My Hateful
Laugh.)

jsh

my lovers lips are dead

mY LoveRs LiPs
ARe DeAd.
+++++++++++

My Lovers Lips
are
Not Like Others,

My Lovers Lips
are
Dead;

She comforts
me
Beneath
The Covers.

(and soothes
The
Reptiles
In My Head.)

Her Soul got
Pimped
for Thirteen
Seconds,

of Fame 

She
Never Lived 

To See,

but shes existed
longer
than I"d reckoned!

(In A Machine
of
Edited Memories.)

+

My Lovely's
Face
is Not Like
Others

My Lovely's
Face
is Flat,..

she grew
up
In A House
of
Brothers,

who'd
Beat
Her
when She
Laughed!

+

 i
try to tell
Her

Life has
Purpose,

though  

it's
hard Instilling
One
with Faith,

when
Conditioned
to feel

Odd
and
Worthless.

(Like
A
Tool Most
Others
Hate.)

+

and yet,

My Lovers
Kiss
is Not Like
Mine,

My Lovers
Kiss
is Warm,..

defying
Death
and All 

of
Time.

(In Spite
Life's Many
Storms.)

+

She saved
My Soul
from Inner
Torment,

the
Moment that
I
Saw Her
Smile,..

for My
Love is
still quite
Innocent!

(and
Shall
Never
Be
Defiled.).

J.stephen.h.

thumb twiddler ponders the universe

thumb twiddler ponders the universe.
_++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

he just sits there for hours.
twiddling his thumbs
and
biting the heads off flowers,
wondering why he feels
so numb; (or deprived of
heavens powers.)

myth and meaning both
mean something,
but its nothing to him
anymore,

another meaning to
spout and dispose
of in
place of other
meanings
now adored;

the circularity is
maddening.
because it leads to
the construction
of a
Square Box to live in

without really understanding
whats
Happening.

(is ignorance bliss or sin?)

he spins and spins,
imperfectly
attempting to
perfect a perfect
circle
till the world is right
again;

but..
others are still others

and

he dreads to be Another
Other

who completes this vast
absurdity,

in fact it makes
him
want to
SCREAM!!!

(or just twiddle his
fucking
thumbs and dream.)

brief illustration of a modern conversation

Brief Illustration of a Modern
Conversation.
+++++++++++++++++

bored individuals talking AT
each other rather than to one
another while stating cliche's
intended to flatter without
bothering to understand the
message.

hello how are you thanks for
asking i love the hair and wardrobe
the weathers nice today my team
lost but they'll get em next time;
jesus saves, the devil leads astray;
and what about those douchebag
politicians eh?

well...

talk AT you tomorrow.

not all muses are sane

iv'e said it before
and
will say it again:

Not All Muses
are
Sane,

nor
is Love Always
a
Bandage
for

The Broken
Soul.

Life
(for some)
is shaped
by
Pain.

(and Death
Becomes The
Goal.)
++

I
will not
flatter
my
Love
with
Flowers...

or
Sentiments
intended to
Attract,

i'd rather
bore her Dead
for Hours,

stating
Simple Facts!

(concerning
Worldly Powers.)

+


For Bitter
Truth in spite
of
Pain,

is Sweeter
made
when two
agree,

to
make their
Inner Muses
Sane,

and shape
New Destinies!

philosophy essay

Once upon a beginning, 

there

was a harmony which 

existed

amongst the ageless 

beings of

existence. 

All was One 

Form

and that Form 

was All.

Enter Chaos:

the great division.

a conflict of 

forms

now clashing in every

direction simultaneously,

attempting

to be separate from

The All..

making Opposition

a

Law which is Necessary

to 

Shape The

Sacred

Individual.

ENter art:

(to be continued.

with your assistance.

where has the Dead time went?

where has the dead time went?
++++++++++++++++++++++

why
will
you not
relent?

should
memory
wield a tragic
blade?

(or Kisses
burn with
TormenT.)

how can
one be ruined
by

A Lovely
Face?

(where has
ThE DeaD
TimE went?)

I see
you still
through

BroKen
WinDoWs,

smiling
like
A PreTTy
FiEnD,

who
vanishes
when

The Cold
Wind
Blows!

(but returns
to HaunT mY
dReamS.)

+

why are
you still
HeRe?

Odd
Mystery
with eyes
which
AlwaYs
See ThRouGh...

or..
Creator of
All Inner
Fear...

and Destroyer
of My
Solitude!!

Oh,
How can
one be

Murdered
by A Simple
Stare?

made to
be A Living
Ghost,

searching
Darkness
everywhere!!

(For A Light
it Craves The
Most.)

j.stephen.h.

what makes the bright things dark

what makes the bright things dark.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++

her eyes were heartless
whispers

which could fake a pretty
smile/

and intrigue those midnight
listeners

with an element of
style.

but
I Know what makes The
Bright

Things Dark,

and have Seen Life hold
the Hammer

that once Broke Her Angel
Heart!

i
watch it from My Constant
Gray,

where black and white play
like children

with The Ball of
Yesterday!!

i just lack her blessing of
denial.

(and could never fake
a smile.)

j.s.h.

jokes told by a maddened crowd.

jokes told by a maddened crowd.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++

if i died at the end,..
then
who's writing this?

save a dance for
me old flame.

(we never shared
a kiss.)

the laughter seems
near
endless now,..

(but i scarcely
hear it anymore.)

jokes told by
a
Maddened Crowd!!

(who will be
weeping by the
encore.)

if i'm still alive
then
how are you
killing me?

drop the
vengeful blade
old flame!!

(you didn't
have
a chance to
breath.)

1,000 deaths
later

and
There you
are.

My
Lovely
Catastrophe.

as
lasting as
A

Falling
Star!!!

(that
always
lands on
me.)

j.s.h.

my favorite commerical

my favorite commercial.
++++++++++++++++++++
this is my
favorite
commercial..

where two
blind
eyes invert,
and see into
a mystery.

death..

a
completely
balanced
part of Your
Finite
Existence..!

(The
Scourge
of Human
History.)

Pretty
Faces
sell more..

but
the ugly
truth is
free..

and this
is why I
choose it;

why I embrace
Reality!

(deafened by
Life's Silent
Music.)
+++

i love
This Part..

where the
Part I play
tries

New Faces..

and almost
grows a
Human Heart

that is not
Bittered By
The Ages!

(or half
so Endless-
Dark.)
+

shh...

the best
scene
draws near;

where i
fall down
stairs
before reaching
the top

because
I Fear
The
Bottom
Here.

(so much
I feel My
Heart Stop.)

j.s.h.