to write in fury

It's interesting to note,
the quality of art when
grief chews away the
heart..

every painful word
seems brilliant...

there are wonders waiting
in the dark..

and shadows seem
more innocent.

Many have a tendency
toward repetition and
vain attemptto imitate...

but the man in pain
throwing his tears at
the world like spears...
he is truly great..

he knows the secrets
of form,
and is wrought by
immortal fate!

(to write in fury like
a storm.)

if i die while writing this

if i die while writing this
___________________

If I die while writing
this..
remember me with a
certain fondness...
though it hurts to
reminisce...
about a man so plagued
by darkness.

weep no longer
for the hours
wasted on trivialities,
and petty hatreds..
because our lives
are like 1,000 Flowers!!
(and every Seed
is Sacred.)

Dress as you were
The Day when
Bright Stars shined
the way,
to somewhere better
than this..
and I my Love shall
do the Same.

(with a certain
fondness.)

jsh

The saddest girl in the world

Today I met the
Saddest Girl in The
World,

Her eyes were clear
Like diamonds of
Ice.

Teeth more white
than mother pearls.

She said she once
Prayed out to God's,
(even wished upon
bright stars.)
but learned in time
that all were Frauds!
(And soon found meaning
In Her Scars.)

I've thought of her
a lot tonight,
(torn between Hope
And my usual
Despair.)
Considering True
Love at First Sight!
(And how her wounds
I might repair.)

Perhaps Two Broken
can be Whole,
if both (within) lack
something different?

And a Simple Kiss
could mend the Soul!
Or ease (a while )
Ones Lonely Torment?

Ill likely dream a lot
Tonight,
about the Saddest
Girl in The World..

Her clear blue eye
filled up with light..

Who smiles!!

(With Spirit White
Like Mother
Pearl.)

J.s.h.

Cut open by her smile

Cut open by her smile.
++++++13+++++++

Cut open by her
smile,..
So many nights
wasted,...
spent in denial,...
pursuing
loves sweet fruit.

(so often bitter once
it's tasted.)

And where has it
led?

This haunted house
Of Broken MiRRorS,
filled with Voices
Of The Dead!

(Who thrive on pain,
and tears.)

A black tie

A black tie affair.
++++++13++++++

She learned (pretty early in life)
that love was not a black tie affair,
but a beautiful struggle between
Joy and Strife.

It Sometimes tames the Savage
Soul. (Or cuts it like a jagged knife.)

And She's had her share of romantic
Teachers.

A few brief flings,..with a lot of regrets.
( even some awkward would-
Be preachers.)

But...(most ironically) everything
She learned about what NOT to do?

(She learned from me.)

J.s.h.

Paper tragedies

Paper Tragedies.
+++++13+++++

It was cold the
Day you said goodbye,
And frozen are
The tears my love.
(which stab my weeping
Eyes.)

I tried being strong,
because I thought
it's what you needed,
but here now in my
Solitude I see that
I was wrong.
(And by your silence
am defeated.)

It's cold here without
You Beauty,..
and the days are Paper
Tragedies I tear to
Mortal Shreds!
(wishing in my hopeless
Heart the angels
would bring you back
to me.)

J.Stephen.H.

A soul that watches still

A soul that watches still.
++++++13+++++++

Oh brother oh brother,
Where have you gone?
Is the flesh a clever cover,
For a soul which rages
Like the dawn?

Do you think of us from
A land of dreams,
Blessed by 7 Sacred Sun's?
Where Angels Laugh
Behind The Scenes!
(And play God's Splendid
Drums.)

Where did that happy
Child go,
Whom I remember still
So well?
Why did he become A
Man of Sorrow?
(Who thought His Life
Was Hell.)

I Hope you've found a
Better Place,
Where all are sacred
Friends,
Where No sad tears shall stain
Your face ,
And laughter doesn't end.

Brother..oh brother..
Was your death an act
Of Will?...
And is the flesh a clever
Cover?

(For A Soul that watches
Still?)

J.s.h.

In memory of Donovan melson.
Oct. 9 1986-Sept. 8 2013.
R.I.p.

(I'm still pissed off at you
Man, and you broke my fucking
Heart..but ...I understand now.)