The Lighthouse Giant

 The Giant 

stood 

guard by 

the 

Light-house;

as 

Gulls screamed

Murder

At 

The Sky.

Stars

Bled

From Heaven's

Mouth!

(and

Angels layed

down

Their Golden

Wings

To Die.)

 My mind hungers love, to eat the sunshine of your smile;

and see reborn that morning dove!

(My soul has not envisioned for a while.)

When midnight leaves me feeling

Heartless,

and

Moonlight seems a beggars myth.

Your eyes shall pull me from the

Darkness.

(and save me with a 

Kiss.)

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Such a fickle thing as destiny

 Such Fickle 

Things as Destiny.

+++++++++++++

What's the matter

Dear heart?...

Have the walls bled 

out?

Are you...

Running out of 

symbols?

Last night I fed

My 

Tears to wolves of

Prey

Who forgot the taste

Of love.

(and puked their 

Bestial

Souls upon The Floor

Of

Yesterday.)

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The clock is such 

A

Menace.

(It used to be 

My 

Friend.)

Every hour is 

A

Threat to Me now.

(which taunts me 

with

The End.)

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What's the matter 

Dear Hate?

Do your eyes no 

Longer 

Bleed for me?

Feast your feeble

Mind

Upon the Hell I shall

Create!

Without one shred 

Of

Belief.

(in such fickle 

Things

As destiny.)

J.stephen.h

The bullseye ends with ME.

 Hope can be a dangerous

Thing

To feed starving souls for

Breakfast;

Especially when seasoned 

with

The Salt of Irony, and left on

A

Burner of Dark Thoughts for too Long.

Would you offer a Shadow 

mere

Pieces of itself?

(don't tell me Love is wrong.)

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Follow me my sweet ...

Beyond

The Simple 

Bounds

of

Lusts Bullet- trajectory.

You've certainly hit your 

Mark

This Time.

(but the bullseye ends with 

Me)

to.be continued

half-past-timeless

Half-past-timeless.

+++++++++++++

I sat up last night 

till 

Half-past-timeless,..

counting shadow- sheep

Who's

bleats were lions roars;

wondering if she loves 

Me

Less or More.. 

than the 

eternity

in which

She loved me 

Once before.

+

but there is no 

resolution..

or 

Solution.. 

to The Mystery

which

plagues my soul ..

+

and even 

now 

(in the eternity of my death) 

i 

am haunted by the cruel 

reminder 

i 

am little more than a fucking 

ghost.

(too dead within to 

even be 

a

Memory.)

J.s.h.

Houses of the Holy

Houses 

Of The

Holy.

++++++

I listen 

Respectfully

In

Houses of The 

HoLy;

but,

Truth is Bleak..

And,..

I'm Not LiKe 

tHeM!

Most 

Of

ReaLity

is

NoT 

woRth 

KnowiNg!!!

(Keep dear sir

Your

ThorNy DiaDeMs.)

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OtheRs 

Tend to looK

iNsIdE mE...

(CoLd

EyEs

DepiCtiNg

PanTomiMes)

TryiNg

To SoLvE

THe

MysTerY!

(oF

A

MaN coNsumEd

bY

HaunTeD

RhyMeS.)

+

In mY

ShAdowS HouSe

aRe

CruMbLinG

mAnSioNs;

(  thoSe

ONcE PrOuD

StRucTuReS

bUilT

bY tHoUgHt.)

depRiVeD

oF

MoDeRnisT

eXpAnSiOnS!

(ReduCed 

To

CoLd

EtErNaL

rOt.)

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The doomed fish

The doomed fish.

+++++++++++++

Days ago I said

Goodbye to sleep

because my dreams

exhaust me

and 

I trust em even less

than

this Current Waking

State

Where 

Angels stand on street

Corners

legs open and

Smokes

Dangling from their 

ever-

-Snarling- Lips of

Misplaced 

Hate

(I loved them all but

could

Never afford one)

I'm sad alot but 

never

knew what happy was

and maybe

that's

the real tragedy in

all 

This cluster-fuck

Damn

No wonder my only

Friend

Never bothers to punctuate

what's the point?

If others can't read 

Between

The blurred lines they

were

doomed from the start any

way

Because if you can't draw 

your

Own Conclusions most

will

quickly conclude you're

not 

worth the effort 

and 

never

Deserved

Any

Of

Those

Angels 

who slay

The

Beasts chomping 

on 

your

Histrionic Heart

+

(Five days later and 

I'm

Clinging to consciousness

like

A doomed fish wallowing

on

A beach 

drowning 

In his

own 

Fish bullshit

STILL

Trying to 

remember!!

(If those fuckin

Angels 

Ever smiled.)

Jsh