Lamenting Fallen Muses.
( Long Since Dead.)
__________________________
I tear out another half-filled
page, and wad it up to feed
the trash can; shouting bitter
curses in my head that I hope
the wretched muses hear.
Then I find myself once again
left to the sad statements of unc-
ommon man. ( that flock of
heartless critics shouting protests
in my ear.)
Art for the Sake of Art seems
senseless; similar to Life for
the sake of Life, with no comp-
arisons rightly made between
living and the Void.
One serves no Master but
itself. (The Other is a mere
Slave to some inner Faith
Destroyed.)
And here I am again!
A Citizen of some strange
world that does not exist
beyond fantasies in my Head!
Lost in the obscurity of
Myself.
(Lamenting Fallen Muses
long since Dead.)
Yet still, I should be a Grateful
Man! For I now have a full page
of useless thoughts to feed my
hungry trash-can.
J.Stephen.H.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
A Song of Madness Kissed by Angels.
A Song of Madness Kissed by Angels.
____________________________
For years my heart
has been asleep;
from the moment her
cruel mouth made a
promise those dead
eyes could never keep!
Imagine being frozen
in the possibility of
a moment, chained by the
weight of an adverse
destiny; and wondering
daily where the time has
went.
(while knowing logically
it shall never be.)
Her laughter is the Song
of Madness kissed by Angels,
dipped hatefully in a well
of inhuman mystery;
yet for all of this, she
couldn't be more beautiful!!
(or less a plague upon lost
men who have loved throughout
all history.)
I remain within my weary
Soul convinced, that I must
be asleep and trapped in
memories; still wondering
where the time has went,
and waiting for that defining
moment.
(which I know shall never be.)
J.s.H.
____________________________
For years my heart
has been asleep;
from the moment her
cruel mouth made a
promise those dead
eyes could never keep!
Imagine being frozen
in the possibility of
a moment, chained by the
weight of an adverse
destiny; and wondering
daily where the time has
went.
(while knowing logically
it shall never be.)
Her laughter is the Song
of Madness kissed by Angels,
dipped hatefully in a well
of inhuman mystery;
yet for all of this, she
couldn't be more beautiful!!
(or less a plague upon lost
men who have loved throughout
all history.)
I remain within my weary
Soul convinced, that I must
be asleep and trapped in
memories; still wondering
where the time has went,
and waiting for that defining
moment.
(which I know shall never be.)
J.s.H.
A Poet in His Own Time
A Poet in His Own Time.
__________________
A Poet In His Own Time,
is a Pauper wandering
Desolate streets,
or through a Wilderness of
Constant Rhymes,..
seeking Mastery over
Beasts.
(while consequently
feeding them his
Greatest Lines.)
_
A Novel more is often
said with Less, and
stated Best;
leaving many critics
to implore the Nature
of it's Jest!;.
which in truth is
a greater Tragedy than
any told before,
since it puts unfounded
hope to rest!
(leaving Death a
Thing to be Adored.)
__
Neither Beauty, nor Love
are small matters; but they
have been done, and redone
so often that they seem less like
"Happily ever After", and
more The Foolish Maidens
Crutch!
(worthy of a Realist's
Tears, rather than Joy
or Laughter.)
A Poet in his own
Time knows how
to draw the line
Between Two Extremes;
(but crosses it anyway.)
and well recalls the
Infant Devils of His
Sordid Midnight Dreams!
(who were once The
Angels of Yesterday.)
_
Yet a Poet in his own
time, shall seldomly surpass
this Worldy Grit, and Grime;
or find a suitable audience in
that Flock of Beasts who eat his
Greatest Rhymes!
For He is a mere pauper of
his own Dark Street..
( Lost in a Wilderness of
Mind.)
J.Stephen.H.
__________________
A Poet In His Own Time,
is a Pauper wandering
Desolate streets,
or through a Wilderness of
Constant Rhymes,..
seeking Mastery over
Beasts.
(while consequently
feeding them his
Greatest Lines.)
_
A Novel more is often
said with Less, and
stated Best;
leaving many critics
to implore the Nature
of it's Jest!;.
which in truth is
a greater Tragedy than
any told before,
since it puts unfounded
hope to rest!
(leaving Death a
Thing to be Adored.)
__
Neither Beauty, nor Love
are small matters; but they
have been done, and redone
so often that they seem less like
"Happily ever After", and
more The Foolish Maidens
Crutch!
(worthy of a Realist's
Tears, rather than Joy
or Laughter.)
A Poet in his own
Time knows how
to draw the line
Between Two Extremes;
(but crosses it anyway.)
and well recalls the
Infant Devils of His
Sordid Midnight Dreams!
(who were once The
Angels of Yesterday.)
_
Yet a Poet in his own
time, shall seldomly surpass
this Worldy Grit, and Grime;
or find a suitable audience in
that Flock of Beasts who eat his
Greatest Rhymes!
For He is a mere pauper of
his own Dark Street..
( Lost in a Wilderness of
Mind.)
J.Stephen.H.
Break the Mirror of Yesterday.
Break the Mirror of Yesterday.
_________________________________________
What good are
Dreams anyway?
When they're often
little more than
shattered Memories
Replayed!
I would choose
The Nothing if
I could.
(or forever Stay
Awake.)
__
Today is a
Reflection of
The Past;...
and The Day
Before was
much The Same.
A Door to Hell
made out of
Glass!
(where Nothing
but Shadows
and Fog remain,
to Haunt with
A Love which
Never Lasts.)
__
My Tortured
Head can still
recall a Time
when Life Had
Meaning;.. until
chaos came
(devouring it all)
and Robbed Me
of All Feeling!
Yet what good
are Feelings
anyway?
When most
End in Pain or
Senseless
Rage!
Oh, I would
choose The
Nothing if I
could!
(and Break
The Mirror Of
Yesterday.)
J.Stephen.H.
_________________________________________
What good are
Dreams anyway?
When they're often
little more than
shattered Memories
Replayed!
I would choose
The Nothing if
I could.
(or forever Stay
Awake.)
__
Today is a
Reflection of
The Past;...
and The Day
Before was
much The Same.
A Door to Hell
made out of
Glass!
(where Nothing
but Shadows
and Fog remain,
to Haunt with
A Love which
Never Lasts.)
__
My Tortured
Head can still
recall a Time
when Life Had
Meaning;.. until
chaos came
(devouring it all)
and Robbed Me
of All Feeling!
Yet what good
are Feelings
anyway?
When most
End in Pain or
Senseless
Rage!
Oh, I would
choose The
Nothing if I
could!
(and Break
The Mirror Of
Yesterday.)
J.Stephen.H.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Hell is Indeed Other People.
Hell is indeed other people.
_____________________
"Hell is Other People"
The famous 20th century
philosopher once said.
Had he said, "hell is living
without the presence of
those you love"..
I would've been more
impressed.
Yet I do agree with his
tendency to reduce
hell to the agony of
mental states, in
conflict with others
both living and dead.
Such a thing seems
to go without being
said.
In this respect
Hell is a series
of memories replaying
endlessly within
us that we cannot
escape.
Sad Songs,
and poems
beloved, that
one hears without
remembering;
unable to feel
the comforts they
once gave!
Hell is indeed other
People; but its also
existing as a blank
slate.
(Forever a slave
to Internal Experiences,
misunderstood
by A Soul in Chains.)
j.s.h.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
The Story that Her Young Face Told.
The Story that Her young face Told.
______________________________
The Story that her Young Face Told,
was brief, but several centuries Old;
A Song of Love all Cynics hate
to hear,..which brings Damnation or
Salvation! (depending mostly on the ear.)
I saw, and listened from the odd perspective
of an Objective viewer torn; struggling between
admiration, and a sense of irony that such
Beauty was ever born.
(only to be despised by 3 parts of the World,
and by the other quarter Scorned.)
Yet never did my Bold Heart falter,
or use Loves excuse like a Desperate
crutch; as She stood upon that Soapbox
Alter! (with Sad Flowers dying at her
touch.)
So will I be content when I grow Old?
knowing the Ancient Story her Young face
told?..Or Die Aghast?!...in want of a better
hand to Hold! (than that of a Ghosts beyond
My Grasp.)
J.Stephen.H.
______________________________
The Story that her Young Face Told,
was brief, but several centuries Old;
A Song of Love all Cynics hate
to hear,..which brings Damnation or
Salvation! (depending mostly on the ear.)
I saw, and listened from the odd perspective
of an Objective viewer torn; struggling between
admiration, and a sense of irony that such
Beauty was ever born.
(only to be despised by 3 parts of the World,
and by the other quarter Scorned.)
Yet never did my Bold Heart falter,
or use Loves excuse like a Desperate
crutch; as She stood upon that Soapbox
Alter! (with Sad Flowers dying at her
touch.)
So will I be content when I grow Old?
knowing the Ancient Story her Young face
told?..Or Die Aghast?!...in want of a better
hand to Hold! (than that of a Ghosts beyond
My Grasp.)
J.Stephen.H.
The Ballad of Neverending Rose. (and Constant thorn.)
.The Ballad of Never- Ending Rose .
(and Constant Thorn)
_______________________
She puts bright whispers
of her soul in every word;
they are pieces of a precious
wish to illuminate the Universe.
As I stir the Melting pot of Chaos...
deep within. (transforming
curses into Verbs.)
She Smiles in the Presence
of blue Skies,..and shouts
happy laughter at Hells Raging
Storm; as I drown in The
waters of Her Paradise!
(wearing a devil-frown Forlorn.)
She is the Neverending Rose,
I am a Constant Thorn!
Her footsteps tread Lifes
Sacred Path!
( I often Wish
I wasn't born.)
so
As she talks to Cherubs
in Her Dreams,
My World remains A
Nightmare Scene;
but for all of This,
(my Self -Tragedy)
I've known many
Moments Bliss!
and
since she
Loves a Fiend like Me?
(I've found Heaven
in Her Kiss.)
J.Stephen.H.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Death smiled Shyly.
|
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Funny. (in a sad way.)
Funny.( in a Sad Way.)
____________
She still asks me to
be more Patient;
(and still I wish more
Patience would hurry)
then laughs like nothing
in this world is ever worth
the worry.
It's funny,
(in a sad way)
how Tomorrow
will be spent;..
(remembering scenes
from Yesterday)
wondering if
it would be better to
Laugh, or let My
Weary Heart Lament!
(Feeling Absent from
the Light of Grace.)
I ask her to hurry,..
she says:" be patient!"
and still I marvel how
she never worries.
(about the way her
last day went.)
Funny in a sad way,
Yeah,..
story of my Life.
Funny how I Fan
The Raging Flames,..
and ignored The Face
Of Paradise!
(Murdered in
Her Angel Eyes.)
j.s.h.
____________
She still asks me to
be more Patient;
(and still I wish more
Patience would hurry)
then laughs like nothing
in this world is ever worth
the worry.
It's funny,
(in a sad way)
how Tomorrow
will be spent;..
(remembering scenes
from Yesterday)
wondering if
it would be better to
Laugh, or let My
Weary Heart Lament!
(Feeling Absent from
the Light of Grace.)
I ask her to hurry,..
she says:" be patient!"
and still I marvel how
she never worries.
(about the way her
last day went.)
Funny in a sad way,
Yeah,..
story of my Life.
Funny how I Fan
The Raging Flames,..
and ignored The Face
Of Paradise!
(Murdered in
Her Angel Eyes.)
j.s.h.
Wandering This Wilderness Wild.
Wandering this Wilderness Wild.
__________________
As a Kid
I feared Sleep,..
assuming that
each Night
The Cold Hands
OF Death would
be upon Me;
pulling me into
a Nightmare Land,
with No One Left.
(to Hear Me
Scream.)
_
Imagine being
The Last Child,
Lost in an Endless
Wilderness Wild;
searching The
Darkness for A
Friend.
(yet finding only
Hope Defiled.)
_
I Prayed to Angels
Twice a Day, and asked
if I could stay Awake;
but These Midnight Devils
stalked My Dreams!
(as The Stars Stood
Laughing in My Face.)
_
Thus each
Night I Fall
Asleep..
(and Die.)
Remembering
That Precocious
Child.
Unable to
Hope,
or Dream,..
or Cry!!
(still Wandering
This Wilderness
Wild.)
J.Stephen.H.
__________________
As a Kid
I feared Sleep,..
assuming that
each Night
The Cold Hands
OF Death would
be upon Me;
pulling me into
a Nightmare Land,
with No One Left.
(to Hear Me
Scream.)
_
Imagine being
The Last Child,
Lost in an Endless
Wilderness Wild;
searching The
Darkness for A
Friend.
(yet finding only
Hope Defiled.)
_
I Prayed to Angels
Twice a Day, and asked
if I could stay Awake;
but These Midnight Devils
stalked My Dreams!
(as The Stars Stood
Laughing in My Face.)
_
Thus each
Night I Fall
Asleep..
(and Die.)
Remembering
That Precocious
Child.
Unable to
Hope,
or Dream,..
or Cry!!
(still Wandering
This Wilderness
Wild.)
J.Stephen.H.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
I plucked a diamond from my side.
I plucked a diamond from my side.
__________________________
It's interesting how one
can choose to perceive
the mote in their eye
to be a precious ruby;
such is the nature of denial!
As Hope becomes a
desert barren,
with Love the Souls
unwanted duty!
(and Death a Welcomed
Smile.)
I plucked a Diamond from
my side, and traded it
to the Rose Merchant
for a Thorn.
He asked me if I'd lost
my mind.
(I replied that it had
since been taken, long
before the world was
born.)
Then, laughing in the
sad face of my One and
Only;
I packed a bag of useless
rags, and wandered into
the Desert Lonely.
(in search of what I've
Always had.)
Is it not interesting friend?
How one can thus perceive the
mote within their eye to be
a ruby?
Or consider love the End!
(and Death the souls Lone
Duty.)
J.Stephen.H.
__________________________
It's interesting how one
can choose to perceive
the mote in their eye
to be a precious ruby;
such is the nature of denial!
As Hope becomes a
desert barren,
with Love the Souls
unwanted duty!
(and Death a Welcomed
Smile.)
I plucked a Diamond from
my side, and traded it
to the Rose Merchant
for a Thorn.
He asked me if I'd lost
my mind.
(I replied that it had
since been taken, long
before the world was
born.)
Then, laughing in the
sad face of my One and
Only;
I packed a bag of useless
rags, and wandered into
the Desert Lonely.
(in search of what I've
Always had.)
Is it not interesting friend?
How one can thus perceive the
mote within their eye to be
a ruby?
Or consider love the End!
(and Death the souls Lone
Duty.)
J.Stephen.H.
Friday, August 16, 2013
A Life of Better Lines
A Life of Better Lines.
_________________
It feels as though
I've lived these
songs before:
Break on through,
(to the otherside)
Hells Bells!
No More Tears...
(knocking on
Heavens Door.)
They are a part
of youth mispent
living out Wasted
Dreams.
(which mean absolutely
nothing Anymore.)
I see A Bad
Moon Rising;
over this desolate,
Black Horizon!
where the days seems
swallowed up
By Endless Night,
filled with the
screams of
desperate crying!
(and Hope no
longer seems
within My Sight.)
I fell into a
Burning Ring
Of Fire,
created by the
deeds I've done
On Earth;
as joy and
mirth were
fed to Heartless
Vampires!
(and Love itself
was but a Foolish
Curse.)
Oh, If I could
Turn back Time,
and find a way
to brighten
up this Place;
I would Live a
Life of Better
Lines!
How Great
Thou Art!
(Amazing grace.)
J.Stephen.H.
_________________
It feels as though
I've lived these
songs before:
Break on through,
(to the otherside)
Hells Bells!
No More Tears...
(knocking on
Heavens Door.)
They are a part
of youth mispent
living out Wasted
Dreams.
(which mean absolutely
nothing Anymore.)
I see A Bad
Moon Rising;
over this desolate,
Black Horizon!
where the days seems
swallowed up
By Endless Night,
filled with the
screams of
desperate crying!
(and Hope no
longer seems
within My Sight.)
I fell into a
Burning Ring
Of Fire,
created by the
deeds I've done
On Earth;
as joy and
mirth were
fed to Heartless
Vampires!
(and Love itself
was but a Foolish
Curse.)
Oh, If I could
Turn back Time,
and find a way
to brighten
up this Place;
I would Live a
Life of Better
Lines!
How Great
Thou Art!
(Amazing grace.)
J.Stephen.H.
Staring Into The Face Of Midnight.
Staring into The Face of Midnight.
___________________________
Staring into the
Face of Midnight,
my wanting heart
hopes the
Sun will Rise;
So that I may
share
with you (alone)
True Loves
Delight!
(ignited by the
mysteries in your
Eyes.)
A Whisper in
your dark produces
Thunder,..
which reveals
within my Head
Gods hidden Light;
so even if By Hell
I'm pulled
asunder,
it would seem like
Heaven.
(with an Angel
by my side.)
My Laughter breaks
the Face
of Midnight,
revealing in my
Heart A
Constant Sun;
and I'm empowered
by your
Smile of Loves Delight.
(which to me
will always
be the Only One.)
J.Stephen.H.
___________________________
Staring into the
Face of Midnight,
my wanting heart
hopes the
Sun will Rise;
So that I may
share
with you (alone)
True Loves
Delight!
(ignited by the
mysteries in your
Eyes.)
A Whisper in
your dark produces
Thunder,..
which reveals
within my Head
Gods hidden Light;
so even if By Hell
I'm pulled
asunder,
it would seem like
Heaven.
(with an Angel
by my side.)
My Laughter breaks
the Face
of Midnight,
revealing in my
Heart A
Constant Sun;
and I'm empowered
by your
Smile of Loves Delight.
(which to me
will always
be the Only One.)
J.Stephen.H.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
The Tides.
The Tides have it In For Me.
________________
I know the tides have it in for me.
Those Henchman working for The
Sea of Destiny.
Yet I do not cower before their strength;
nor stand in awe of their supposed
Majesty.
For I know at Dawn They Break ,
and have many time since fled from me!
I see chaos in the waves, consuming
the lost,and desperate Faces of Yesterday.
Some pray fiercely to be saved!
while other ignite Hells' Raging Flames.
(ironically fearing evil working
in every place.)
The Tides have it in for everyone.
Those henchmen of fate who Rule
the moon, and contest the Rising Son!
Yet I do not cower before their
strength, nor fight against the waves.
For I know at Dawn They will Break!
(and My Battle Here shall be Won.)
J.Stephen.H.
________________
I know the tides have it in for me.
Those Henchman working for The
Sea of Destiny.
Yet I do not cower before their strength;
nor stand in awe of their supposed
Majesty.
For I know at Dawn They Break ,
and have many time since fled from me!
I see chaos in the waves, consuming
the lost,and desperate Faces of Yesterday.
Some pray fiercely to be saved!
while other ignite Hells' Raging Flames.
(ironically fearing evil working
in every place.)
The Tides have it in for everyone.
Those henchmen of fate who Rule
the moon, and contest the Rising Son!
Yet I do not cower before their
strength, nor fight against the waves.
For I know at Dawn They will Break!
(and My Battle Here shall be Won.)
J.Stephen.H.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Down Here.
Down Here.
___________
Down here from where I sit,
things look flat, and seem
nonsensical;
Like the world is a straight line
that leads nowhere but forward.
(and the process isn't really
progress so much as inevitable
motion.)
Seemingly meaningful conversations
rush by in chattering waves of
confused energy;.. these
random words and utterances that
obviously delight the participants,
but seem to me like a Cruel Dance
devised to distract others from their
hidden Reality of pervading ignorance.
(or impending Doom.)
So I look Up;
Heavenward...
watching The Stars
shine down upon me.
Hoping that the wonder of them
which inspire others to dream
and endlessly theorize might
effect me vicariously...
yet to no avail!
(they may as well be dying rocks
burning alive in a reverse Hell.)
Down Here from where I sit;
The good suffer at the hands of
mindless brutes,
Who prosper off the blood of
innocence and cleverly conceal
all aspects of truth.
(and the people just chatter aimlessly
about seemingly meaningful Reality;
which never amounts to shit, or changes
Anything.)
J.Stephen.H.
___________
Down here from where I sit,
things look flat, and seem
nonsensical;
Like the world is a straight line
that leads nowhere but forward.
(and the process isn't really
progress so much as inevitable
motion.)
Seemingly meaningful conversations
rush by in chattering waves of
confused energy;.. these
random words and utterances that
obviously delight the participants,
but seem to me like a Cruel Dance
devised to distract others from their
hidden Reality of pervading ignorance.
(or impending Doom.)
So I look Up;
Heavenward...
watching The Stars
shine down upon me.
Hoping that the wonder of them
which inspire others to dream
and endlessly theorize might
effect me vicariously...
yet to no avail!
(they may as well be dying rocks
burning alive in a reverse Hell.)
Down Here from where I sit;
The good suffer at the hands of
mindless brutes,
Who prosper off the blood of
innocence and cleverly conceal
all aspects of truth.
(and the people just chatter aimlessly
about seemingly meaningful Reality;
which never amounts to shit, or changes
Anything.)
J.Stephen.H.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Valentines Day: Tools of Sentiment.
Valentines Day. (My Fathers Tools of Sentiment.)
__________________________
I had first intended to begin my yearly valentines day writing with a rant about the evils of commercialism, and ramble about how Valentines day is a Marketing tool used by various pukes within the Marketing Industries to entice hapless citizens into buying unnecessary products for their loved ones. BUT then I woke up at 5:22 in the morning to the happy sounds of my Mother, and Aunts Laughter.
My Father had gotten up earlier than usual this morning (which is Very early for him because he wakes up before 5 a.m. to get ready for work) and snuck out to the store to buy my Mom, and his Sister Flowers and breakfast for Valentines Day.
Thats what Love is (or at least should be) about. It's not that he bought them gifts, the gifts were just the tools he used to express his sentiment. It's that he cared, and loved them enough to decide to wake up early, sneak out, and buy them Gifts simply because he Loves them.
So...my point here is, it's NOT about whether or not you go out and buy your loved ones gifts for valentines day, ACTIONS are what let them know whether or not you love and care for them. The gifts are just tools people use to express their sentiment when they can afford to.
When I consider things from this perspective, I feel a bit less cynical about the world. Knowing that People all across the country are doing this very same thing for those they love. Sure, maybe all of them aren't out at 4 something in the morning buying gifts;..some might be cooking breakfast in bed for a lover..or writing a poem for a girlfriend ..It's the fact that such Love is still in the world that makes the world worth appreciating.
SO remember...Gifts are just tools of sentiment. and you don't always have to buy them. Gifts can be actions that express your love for Someone. ( Happy Valentines Day People.)
(for those of you who were anticipating an anti-commercialistic ranting...easter is around the corner...wink.)
J.Stephen.H
__________________________
I had first intended to begin my yearly valentines day writing with a rant about the evils of commercialism, and ramble about how Valentines day is a Marketing tool used by various pukes within the Marketing Industries to entice hapless citizens into buying unnecessary products for their loved ones. BUT then I woke up at 5:22 in the morning to the happy sounds of my Mother, and Aunts Laughter.
My Father had gotten up earlier than usual this morning (which is Very early for him because he wakes up before 5 a.m. to get ready for work) and snuck out to the store to buy my Mom, and his Sister Flowers and breakfast for Valentines Day.
Thats what Love is (or at least should be) about. It's not that he bought them gifts, the gifts were just the tools he used to express his sentiment. It's that he cared, and loved them enough to decide to wake up early, sneak out, and buy them Gifts simply because he Loves them.
So...my point here is, it's NOT about whether or not you go out and buy your loved ones gifts for valentines day, ACTIONS are what let them know whether or not you love and care for them. The gifts are just tools people use to express their sentiment when they can afford to.
When I consider things from this perspective, I feel a bit less cynical about the world. Knowing that People all across the country are doing this very same thing for those they love. Sure, maybe all of them aren't out at 4 something in the morning buying gifts;..some might be cooking breakfast in bed for a lover..or writing a poem for a girlfriend ..It's the fact that such Love is still in the world that makes the world worth appreciating.
SO remember...Gifts are just tools of sentiment. and you don't always have to buy them. Gifts can be actions that express your love for Someone. ( Happy Valentines Day People.)
(for those of you who were anticipating an anti-commercialistic ranting...easter is around the corner...wink.)
J.Stephen.H
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Lovely Deceit.
Lovely Deceit.
_____________
Hello there My
Lovely Deceit...
still your cold
kisses seem sweet.
Though your Face
feels like a Winters Day,..
or the clay beneath
my weary feet!
Oh, I still "see" you;
lying upon the Earth,
consuming Serpents,..
as you hunger for their
Violence!....
Your seedy stare
betrays that desperate
silence my desolated
love!...whom I once
had thought a visitor
sent from the Mystery
above! (yet found to
be this messenger lent
by Dark Angels who
Corrupt.)
Your onyx Eyes
consume me like
a Moonless Midnight;
absent of any formal
time.
Many ancient horrors
curse their sight, and
still replay within your
mind!
(thus the truth is something
you wont find.)
For You my Love
are self-forsakened.
As am I, and all who
cease..to feel the heart
within awaken, our
Minds from Nightmares
of the Beast!
Lo,
Regret shall we
who fail to see that
Death is not Reality,
and no Man Free is
Spoiled Meat!
So as you lay there
My Lovely, ( in poisoned
sleep) realize you
were Deceived!!
(By life's grim dreAm.)
J.Stephen.H.
_____________
Hello there My
Lovely Deceit...
still your cold
kisses seem sweet.
Though your Face
feels like a Winters Day,..
or the clay beneath
my weary feet!
Oh, I still "see" you;
lying upon the Earth,
consuming Serpents,..
as you hunger for their
Violence!....
Your seedy stare
betrays that desperate
silence my desolated
love!...whom I once
had thought a visitor
sent from the Mystery
above! (yet found to
be this messenger lent
by Dark Angels who
Corrupt.)
Your onyx Eyes
consume me like
a Moonless Midnight;
absent of any formal
time.
Many ancient horrors
curse their sight, and
still replay within your
mind!
(thus the truth is something
you wont find.)
For You my Love
are self-forsakened.
As am I, and all who
cease..to feel the heart
within awaken, our
Minds from Nightmares
of the Beast!
Lo,
Regret shall we
who fail to see that
Death is not Reality,
and no Man Free is
Spoiled Meat!
So as you lay there
My Lovely, ( in poisoned
sleep) realize you
were Deceived!!
(By life's grim dreAm.)
J.Stephen.H.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Since a Letter to the Self cannot be Fair;
Since a Letter to the Self cannot be Fair.
_________________
This I swear:
A letter to the self
cannot be fair!
nor can one make
judgements
without an Opposing
world to judge!
Thus Happiness
knows NOTHING!
(until it meets
DESPAIR.)
Since letters to the self
cannot be fair,
(and therefore ring untrue)
I'm addressing this to YOU.
WHO? ( you wonder.)
To you,
who wonders;
how,...and what...
and WHO you ARE!
TO you...who answers
all questions with
questions, which may
eventually lead
to half- answers!
To YOU....
(A secretly dreaming
midnight star.)
To anyone:
(who cannot see the
fairness in a
letter to Oneself.)
J.Stephen.H
_________________
This I swear:
A letter to the self
cannot be fair!
nor can one make
judgements
without an Opposing
world to judge!
Thus Happiness
knows NOTHING!
(until it meets
DESPAIR.)
Since letters to the self
cannot be fair,
(and therefore ring untrue)
I'm addressing this to YOU.
WHO? ( you wonder.)
To you,
who wonders;
how,...and what...
and WHO you ARE!
TO you...who answers
all questions with
questions, which may
eventually lead
to half- answers!
To YOU....
(A secretly dreaming
midnight star.)
To anyone:
(who cannot see the
fairness in a
letter to Oneself.)
J.Stephen.H
Deliriously Sane Enough. (to realize.)
Deliriously sane enough to Realize.
____________________
Deliriously sane enough
to realize...
(just how insane everything is.)
What it's like;...
(trying to anticipate The
End...when falling down
a Great Abyss.)
Preferably Invisible;...
(who afterall is more capable
of seeing than those Unseen??)
and for this Reason
I AM
Indispensible!
Deliriously Sane Enough...
to Realize!
(It's likely all A Dream.)
J.Stephen.H
____________________
Deliriously sane enough
to realize...
(just how insane everything is.)
What it's like;...
(trying to anticipate The
End...when falling down
a Great Abyss.)
Preferably Invisible;...
(who afterall is more capable
of seeing than those Unseen??)
and for this Reason
I AM
Indispensible!
Deliriously Sane Enough...
to Realize!
(It's likely all A Dream.)
J.Stephen.H
Ask A Shadow
Ask a Shadow
______________
I ask my Shadow who he wants
to be today; (his mood often determines
our choice of Face.)
The King of Fools kneeling on some dusty
Castle Floor,
looking at A Ghost now sitting upon
his Once Great Throne?
(or that Little Boy lost and wandering
through the treacherous woods Alone.)
Talking to such an entity hardly indicates
insanity; since people will often converse
with their Shadows, yet choose to see them
in a better Light...
it is simply my Trust in Him which
me Crazy!
( a junkie suffering from the strangest
addiction to Soul Corrupting Parasites.)
But if truth is Blind,
then I am grateful to see
these lies so crystal clear!;...
and have found most are
lying when they say that truth is not
a thing to Fear!
and of course my Shadow laughs at
these notions...
(from a grave that remains my Souls
Dark Mirror.)
j.stephen.h
(give a shadow a cookie...and he wants a cup of soul.)
______________
I ask my Shadow who he wants
to be today; (his mood often determines
our choice of Face.)
The King of Fools kneeling on some dusty
Castle Floor,
looking at A Ghost now sitting upon
his Once Great Throne?
(or that Little Boy lost and wandering
through the treacherous woods Alone.)
Talking to such an entity hardly indicates
insanity; since people will often converse
with their Shadows, yet choose to see them
in a better Light...
it is simply my Trust in Him which
me Crazy!
( a junkie suffering from the strangest
addiction to Soul Corrupting Parasites.)
But if truth is Blind,
then I am grateful to see
these lies so crystal clear!;...
and have found most are
lying when they say that truth is not
a thing to Fear!
and of course my Shadow laughs at
these notions...
(from a grave that remains my Souls
Dark Mirror.)
j.stephen.h
(give a shadow a cookie...and he wants a cup of soul.)
Had I only Awakened.
Had I only awakened
________________
I had a dream last night that I was dead,
and in my absence the world became a
perfect place without flaw;
there was a bone crunching sensation
in my head.
(which ended just below the jaw.)
You were there my love,..
the only soul left willing to chance
imperfection for a kiss that meant
Nothing, yet made you feel like Everything;
There with a smile, and words of encouragement.
(to soften the sting I felt while dying.)
No pity remained in my Heart in Death,..
since I had spent a lifetime pitying
with each drawn breath;..
yet now (and then) I should confess
to knowing the greatest weight of Sorrow!
for the life I could have lived tomorrow.
(had I only awakened.)
J.Stephen.H
________________
I had a dream last night that I was dead,
and in my absence the world became a
perfect place without flaw;
there was a bone crunching sensation
in my head.
(which ended just below the jaw.)
You were there my love,..
the only soul left willing to chance
imperfection for a kiss that meant
Nothing, yet made you feel like Everything;
There with a smile, and words of encouragement.
(to soften the sting I felt while dying.)
No pity remained in my Heart in Death,..
since I had spent a lifetime pitying
with each drawn breath;..
yet now (and then) I should confess
to knowing the greatest weight of Sorrow!
for the life I could have lived tomorrow.
(had I only awakened.)
J.Stephen.H
The Fruit of Madness
The fruit of Madness.
__________________
My Love is not the
Fruit of Fools,...
nor does it bear any
genuine Wisdom;..
or occur by Choice,...
it is the impatience of
a petulant child
angry at the World.
(for ignoring His Voice.)
A Hungry Animal
in A Cage;...
chewing off its own leg,
while deluded by the
false belief it's
loss brings Freedom
from restraint.
This is My Curse;...
Realizing what I want,
yet remaining incapable
of finding content in knowing
I had Everything Needed;...
A verbal Fist smashing into
the face of an Angel;
revealing Cruel Smiles,
and wretched Laughter,
as Dark Dogs
revel in the presence
of Crimson Tears!
(and relish the stench
of Mortal Fear.)
This is My LOVE;...
and My LOVE is the
FRUIT of MADNESS....
(which even the maddest
will not Admit to.)
J.Stephen.H
__________________
My Love is not the
Fruit of Fools,...
nor does it bear any
genuine Wisdom;..
or occur by Choice,...
it is the impatience of
a petulant child
angry at the World.
(for ignoring His Voice.)
A Hungry Animal
in A Cage;...
chewing off its own leg,
while deluded by the
false belief it's
loss brings Freedom
from restraint.
This is My Curse;...
Realizing what I want,
yet remaining incapable
of finding content in knowing
I had Everything Needed;...
A verbal Fist smashing into
the face of an Angel;
revealing Cruel Smiles,
and wretched Laughter,
as Dark Dogs
revel in the presence
of Crimson Tears!
(and relish the stench
of Mortal Fear.)
This is My LOVE;...
and My LOVE is the
FRUIT of MADNESS....
(which even the maddest
will not Admit to.)
J.Stephen.H
A World without You.
A World Without You.
______________
A World without you is not
a world,...but rather the most
terrifying nightmare of
All;..
A Blank dream,..
of emptiness beyond imagining.
I've been there before,
and I Am there now...
(because you are gone.)
Beyond the Joys of existence,
yet swallowed up by every
grim experience.
I created this World,
( which is not a world)
putting forth all of my
anger, rage...and harsh
criticism into its construction.
therefore I Die here, every second...
killed by memories of Better Moments
that my weak mind could not honor, or
live up to.
You were that World;
A Beautiful Dream born
to Grace everything fortunate...
(The world I Killed with A Secret.)
J.Stephen.H
______________
A World without you is not
a world,...but rather the most
terrifying nightmare of
All;..
A Blank dream,..
of emptiness beyond imagining.
I've been there before,
and I Am there now...
(because you are gone.)
Beyond the Joys of existence,
yet swallowed up by every
grim experience.
I created this World,
( which is not a world)
putting forth all of my
anger, rage...and harsh
criticism into its construction.
therefore I Die here, every second...
killed by memories of Better Moments
that my weak mind could not honor, or
live up to.
You were that World;
A Beautiful Dream born
to Grace everything fortunate...
(The world I Killed with A Secret.)
J.Stephen.H
30 and counting. (but whos counting?)
30 and counting. (but who's counting?)
_____________________
30 years of living death and counting,...
but whos' counting?
not I!
(said the sheep destined to die.)
nor We!
(replied the fleas, who lived as
memories upon that sheep.)
30 more seconds often seems utterly
unbearable, and (considering the jestering
nature of this universe) for that very reason
I'll likely live an eternity of lives perpetually
trying to rid myself of FLEAS;
One thought in a mind of infinite thoughts,
thinking;..
(don't ever count on anything.)
J.Stephen.H
this probably comes off as a bit :17-year old goth girl about to play razorblade roulettes over
her break up with Kount Chocula; but that wasn't the intent; so if it happens to seem that way,
good; (i wasnt counting on that either.)
_____________________
30 years of living death and counting,...
but whos' counting?
not I!
(said the sheep destined to die.)
nor We!
(replied the fleas, who lived as
memories upon that sheep.)
30 more seconds often seems utterly
unbearable, and (considering the jestering
nature of this universe) for that very reason
I'll likely live an eternity of lives perpetually
trying to rid myself of FLEAS;
One thought in a mind of infinite thoughts,
thinking;..
(don't ever count on anything.)
J.Stephen.H
this probably comes off as a bit :17-year old goth girl about to play razorblade roulettes over
her break up with Kount Chocula; but that wasn't the intent; so if it happens to seem that way,
good; (i wasnt counting on that either.)
Some Random Edge of the World Shit.
Some Random,
edge of the world shit;..
Help!...I've fallen, but
can't get Down!
Stay,
Push away;
unawake
(yet here)
get back!!
(unclear)
Spirits near!
(beckoning I follow.)
Hollow/ Full
(simultaneously)
of myself;
or Cruel...
with a secret
I tell fools and
Leeches!
(since the point was
Never to Keep
it.)
Entranced,
by Black
Romance;
a story of
love Abused!
Her broken
Dance...
My Heartless
Muse;..
I watch, as
she flirts
chaotically
with chance!
and We LOSE;
(or wake up
sore and bruised.)
J.S.H
edge of the world shit;..
Help!...I've fallen, but
can't get Down!
Stay,
Push away;
unawake
(yet here)
get back!!
(unclear)
Spirits near!
(beckoning I follow.)
Hollow/ Full
(simultaneously)
of myself;
or Cruel...
with a secret
I tell fools and
Leeches!
(since the point was
Never to Keep
it.)
Entranced,
by Black
Romance;
a story of
love Abused!
Her broken
Dance...
My Heartless
Muse;..
I watch, as
she flirts
chaotically
with chance!
and We LOSE;
(or wake up
sore and bruised.)
J.S.H
Aphorisms in the Key of Noose.
Aphorisms in The Key Of Noose.
___________________________
Any tie that binds,
will most often become
the Noose which Hangs;
An Apology stated with cold intent..
to injure.. either pride, or Spirit.
(yet both suffer the same
fate as any would be apologist.)
Not always of the blood,...
but always
___________________________
Any tie that binds,
will most often become
the Noose which Hangs;
An Apology stated with cold intent..
to injure.. either pride, or Spirit.
(yet both suffer the same
fate as any would be apologist.)
Not always of the blood,...
but always
leading to thoughts
(or acts) of bloodshed;..
(or acts) of bloodshed;..
these bleak
rages which suffocate
A
A
Mind,
and put an end
to
such things as fickle
Hopes,
and dreams!
Any tie which Binds is
and dreams!
Any tie which Binds is
the slowest
suicide;... cruel death eaten
suicide;... cruel death eaten
three times
daily with Denial;.
daily with Denial;.
then washed down
with bittersweet Euphemisms,
and passed along
with bittersweet Euphemisms,
and passed along
like unwanted guests.
(who're begrudgingly
asked to "stay a while.")
For
(who're begrudgingly
asked to "stay a while.")
For
Anything that binds ?
It is a clever
means to gain, or keep
means to gain, or keep
control over the
things one cannot bear to lose;
while fearing a loss of self in every slammed
door, and set of words ignored.
Therefore be wary of
any tie which binds..
For Any tie that binds,
is most often A Noose.
(which Hangs...)
J.Stephen.H
things one cannot bear to lose;
while fearing a loss of self in every slammed
door, and set of words ignored.
Therefore be wary of
any tie which binds..
For Any tie that binds,
is most often A Noose.
(which Hangs...)
J.Stephen.H
Beyond my Shadow.
Beyond my Shadow
_______________
You're dead to me!
I scream,..to the worst
part of Myself.
(And may the Next
Dead Thing be
born The Same.)
From your beginning
you have been A Curse,
and curses only Breed more
Curses to Feed!
(since curses are
always wretched,
hungry things.)
I would have
died for you
(once) before
you Killed Me;
yet now you
can Die for all
I Care.
And please
know that
Nothing
will ever
take away
The Memories
of those
Horrors that
we shared!
(But it might
be easier for
me to See Beyond
My Shadow if
it isn't There.)
J.Stephen.H
_______________
You're dead to me!
I scream,..to the worst
part of Myself.
(And may the Next
Dead Thing be
born The Same.)
From your beginning
you have been A Curse,
and curses only Breed more
Curses to Feed!
(since curses are
always wretched,
hungry things.)
I would have
died for you
(once) before
you Killed Me;
yet now you
can Die for all
I Care.
And please
know that
Nothing
will ever
take away
The Memories
of those
Horrors that
we shared!
(But it might
be easier for
me to See Beyond
My Shadow if
it isn't There.)
J.Stephen.H
Revisiting an Old Romantic Memory
Revisiting an Old Romantic Memory.
___________________
Here recently, my mind has been
(more and more often)
revisiting an Old Romantic Memory;...
and such a process is Bittersweet.
Sometimes I catch myself laughing
(out loud) at Nothing,
until my laughter fades into
a Crooked Smile.
(then eventually I Weep.)
While I've never been a Fan
of Popular Mindsets,
or age old Cliches';...
I have Always felt
(and Known)
She is (or was)
The One For Me.
Yet somewhere down the Line
(which ironically became a
Twisted Maze.)
The Universe saw fit to Rob
me of my Destiny;..
so that I now sit here stewing,
Lost and Lonely,
cursing my inability to
bring back Yesterday!
(watching through cynical eyes
this World of Dreamers Flourish
and Play, as I dwell on thoughts
of this Love I Hate.)
Why must fate be so Cruel?
Giving others a Throne to
sit upon, while I'm left here
(broken) with a Stool?
Knowing painfully all too
Well that the One
For me will Never Be!
(and everyone elses Heaven is
my Hell.)
J.Stephen.H
___________________
Here recently, my mind has been
(more and more often)
revisiting an Old Romantic Memory;...
and such a process is Bittersweet.
Sometimes I catch myself laughing
(out loud) at Nothing,
until my laughter fades into
a Crooked Smile.
(then eventually I Weep.)
While I've never been a Fan
of Popular Mindsets,
or age old Cliches';...
I have Always felt
(and Known)
She is (or was)
The One For Me.
Yet somewhere down the Line
(which ironically became a
Twisted Maze.)
The Universe saw fit to Rob
me of my Destiny;..
so that I now sit here stewing,
Lost and Lonely,
cursing my inability to
bring back Yesterday!
(watching through cynical eyes
this World of Dreamers Flourish
and Play, as I dwell on thoughts
of this Love I Hate.)
Why must fate be so Cruel?
Giving others a Throne to
sit upon, while I'm left here
(broken) with a Stool?
Knowing painfully all too
Well that the One
For me will Never Be!
(and everyone elses Heaven is
my Hell.)
J.Stephen.H
Lady May
Lady May.
__________
Whats the matter
Lady May?...
Did all of your
Daughters run away?
into the Cities with
suitors, and Fools,
who hope to wed
someday?
Whatever happened
to the Light in your Eyes?
That burned like Stars
on a Summer Night.
Was it extinguished
by more Bitter Truths?
(like perhaps the
Coming of Demise.)
Do the Flowers
now seem Scentless
in your State of
Reminiscence?,..
as you toss and turn
(more breathless)
Watching Shadows
Paint the Wall?!!
Or do you find it
safer not to View
their Art at all?
It seems my sweet,
that in all of
your sorrow,..
Time for you
is Misery Borrowed,
from an Ominous
Script of tortured Souls!
(those shattered
lives
with Hearts so
broken they could
not hope to be whole.)
Either way Cry
not my Lady May,...
for yourself, or
those who Fade Away!
I'm sure
Your daughters and their
foolish husbands are
sure to return someday..
If only but to refresh the
Roses
that Angels
placed Upon Your Grave!!!
(to immortalize
Your Name.)
J.Stephen.H
__________
Whats the matter
Lady May?...
Did all of your
Daughters run away?
into the Cities with
suitors, and Fools,
who hope to wed
someday?
Whatever happened
to the Light in your Eyes?
That burned like Stars
on a Summer Night.
Was it extinguished
by more Bitter Truths?
(like perhaps the
Coming of Demise.)
Do the Flowers
now seem Scentless
in your State of
Reminiscence?,..
as you toss and turn
(more breathless)
Watching Shadows
Paint the Wall?!!
Or do you find it
safer not to View
their Art at all?
It seems my sweet,
that in all of
your sorrow,..
Time for you
is Misery Borrowed,
from an Ominous
Script of tortured Souls!
(those shattered
lives
with Hearts so
broken they could
not hope to be whole.)
Either way Cry
not my Lady May,...
for yourself, or
those who Fade Away!
I'm sure
Your daughters and their
foolish husbands are
sure to return someday..
If only but to refresh the
Roses
that Angels
placed Upon Your Grave!!!
(to immortalize
Your Name.)
J.Stephen.H
The Tragic Clown who Needs to Smile
The Tragic Clown Who Needs To Smile.
_______________________
Everyone could be the one for Someone,
if they accepted Everything in Them,
and looked beyond the postured veil to see
True Beauty hidden behind beastly Frames;
(either that or it's all for Nothing.)
Just as "You" could be The One who brings
a Smile to the face of every Tragic Clown
you meet; (who usually fabricates his glee to
abstain from weeping.)
Or YOU could Be The Tragic Clown who needs
to Smile!
(it's far worse for those who do Nothing.)
Those who do Nothing can only Be what they Are,
and what they are is a reflection of what they DO;
thus (for better or worse) it's better to be The Worst
at something, than Empty.
(also I've found many brilliant characters who were
shaped by mental Scars.)
I will be The One who Shows You;
True Beauty hidden fearfully behind a
Beastly Frame;
Otherwise I would be untrue!,..and
essentially the Same!
(as those who do Nothing.)
_______________________
Everyone could be the one for Someone,
if they accepted Everything in Them,
and looked beyond the postured veil to see
True Beauty hidden behind beastly Frames;
(either that or it's all for Nothing.)
Just as "You" could be The One who brings
a Smile to the face of every Tragic Clown
you meet; (who usually fabricates his glee to
abstain from weeping.)
Or YOU could Be The Tragic Clown who needs
to Smile!
(it's far worse for those who do Nothing.)
Those who do Nothing can only Be what they Are,
and what they are is a reflection of what they DO;
thus (for better or worse) it's better to be The Worst
at something, than Empty.
(also I've found many brilliant characters who were
shaped by mental Scars.)
I will be The One who Shows You;
True Beauty hidden fearfully behind a
Beastly Frame;
Otherwise I would be untrue!,..and
essentially the Same!
(as those who do Nothing.)
- J.Stephen.H
The Chaos that is man
The Chaos that is Man.
________________
The Jury on my
view towards
God is Hung;...
since Evil often
prospers, while
the Good and
True die Young.
Freewill
Be damned!
For I would
rather live a
Controlled Lamb!
(than governed by
the Chaos that is
Man.)
___
Laughable (to me)
are those of Faith..
who say: t'is not your
place to know
the "Answer,"...
to why Pestilence
often Rule the Day,
while Innocent Babes
Die of Cancer.
Thus I'd rather
die and Face
Hells Flames,
than live spouting
Sneseless Praise
To Saints!
___
And so.. the
jury on my
View towards
God is hung;...
in a World where
evil prospers.
(while the Good
and True Die
Young.)
J.Stephen.H
________________
The Jury on my
view towards
God is Hung;...
since Evil often
prospers, while
the Good and
True die Young.
Freewill
Be damned!
For I would
rather live a
Controlled Lamb!
(than governed by
the Chaos that is
Man.)
___
Laughable (to me)
are those of Faith..
who say: t'is not your
place to know
the "Answer,"...
to why Pestilence
often Rule the Day,
while Innocent Babes
Die of Cancer.
Thus I'd rather
die and Face
Hells Flames,
than live spouting
Sneseless Praise
To Saints!
___
And so.. the
jury on my
View towards
God is hung;...
in a World where
evil prospers.
(while the Good
and True Die
Young.)
J.Stephen.H
To Dream of Love
To Dream of Love.
______________
To dream of Love,
awakens you to the
possibility that two
Minds united can
Conquer The World,
but to "Know" Love
validates the Timeless
Notion that nothing
in This World, or life
can Stand against it.
(other than Ones Self.)
Yet much caution
should be exercised,
when examining the
Countless Natures
known (so far) in the
amorous activities
of various Loving
Creatures.
For Not All are
the Machinations
of Fairy Tales.
(nor do they end so)
Some are the rare
exception to those
ancient rules set forth
in Legend,..and in
such Endings many
monsters have smiled
Victorious over the
Graves of would be
Heroes.
For When such
Things dream of
Love,...A Nightmare
is born into this World,
and all angels hide
their (once smiling)
faces from the Shadows
of those Beings!
(who Exist as Self-
Sustaining Mysteries
in the Mind of every
Broken Hearted Fiend.)
J.Stephen.H
______________
To dream of Love,
awakens you to the
possibility that two
Minds united can
Conquer The World,
but to "Know" Love
validates the Timeless
Notion that nothing
in This World, or life
can Stand against it.
(other than Ones Self.)
Yet much caution
should be exercised,
when examining the
Countless Natures
known (so far) in the
amorous activities
of various Loving
Creatures.
For Not All are
the Machinations
of Fairy Tales.
(nor do they end so)
Some are the rare
exception to those
ancient rules set forth
in Legend,..and in
such Endings many
monsters have smiled
Victorious over the
Graves of would be
Heroes.
For When such
Things dream of
Love,...A Nightmare
is born into this World,
and all angels hide
their (once smiling)
faces from the Shadows
of those Beings!
(who Exist as Self-
Sustaining Mysteries
in the Mind of every
Broken Hearted Fiend.)
J.Stephen.H
An experiment in contradictive statements. (which reveal a Core of humorous Art.)
An Experiment in Contradictive Statements.
(which reveals a Core of Art.)
_____________________________
I tell Her a
Funny Joke;..
(Me)
and watch
as she Laughs
Hysterically;..
before her Amused
Tears become A
Profound Source
of Misery.
(she always
responds so
sadly.)
I like doing
things in my
own particular
way;..
sometimes
they work for me,..
other times they fail
worse than a
Motivational Speakers
vain attempt at
riling up the troops
For Doomsday.
(knowing damn
well 3/4's of the
World is supposedly
going to Hell.)
The sources of my
inspiration are many.
(and none)
Many Fictional,
and Realistic Themes
beneath The Ever
Changing Sun..
which darken and
stain the Joy in
Everyone....
But its just my
way of telling jokes.
( and may you
cry until I'm Done.)
J.Stephen.H
(which reveals a Core of Art.)
_____________________________
I tell Her a
Funny Joke;..
(Me)
and watch
as she Laughs
Hysterically;..
before her Amused
Tears become A
Profound Source
of Misery.
(she always
responds so
sadly.)
I like doing
things in my
own particular
way;..
sometimes
they work for me,..
other times they fail
worse than a
Motivational Speakers
vain attempt at
riling up the troops
For Doomsday.
(knowing damn
well 3/4's of the
World is supposedly
going to Hell.)
The sources of my
inspiration are many.
(and none)
Many Fictional,
and Realistic Themes
beneath The Ever
Changing Sun..
which darken and
stain the Joy in
Everyone....
But its just my
way of telling jokes.
( and may you
cry until I'm Done.)
J.Stephen.H
Truth Profound
I let the Cold water flow freely;
like healing snow which satisfies the many
Burning Parts In Me;
Capitalizing upon Words that Feel,...
Something Equal To
(or greater than)
This Tragey.
Small Ideas Make War with The Better
Thoughts I have;...
and I Often pick Favorties,...
though I realize both are Necessary
Forms of Entertainment,
to keep me from going (completely) Mad.
Yet concerning Madness and Art,..
(or Art and Madness.)
is there ever a Difference?
Does it not inspire Joy in some,
while filling other Minds with unsound
Sadness?! (which replicates, and thus
seems Infinite to the Will Of Masses.)
I let the water Drown in Me,..
choosing to become my Own
Grim Calming Sea;...Contradiction
in terms?...yes,..certainly!
yet truer none the Less than Any
bullshit Version of reality you claim to See!
(and for this I've found that Truth Profound,
is often A thing Frowning in the dark uncertainly!)
J.stephen. H.
like healing snow which satisfies the many
Burning Parts In Me;
Capitalizing upon Words that Feel,...
Something Equal To
(or greater than)
This Tragey.
Small Ideas Make War with The Better
Thoughts I have;...
and I Often pick Favorties,...
though I realize both are Necessary
Forms of Entertainment,
to keep me from going (completely) Mad.
Yet concerning Madness and Art,..
(or Art and Madness.)
is there ever a Difference?
Does it not inspire Joy in some,
while filling other Minds with unsound
Sadness?! (which replicates, and thus
seems Infinite to the Will Of Masses.)
I let the water Drown in Me,..
choosing to become my Own
Grim Calming Sea;...Contradiction
in terms?...yes,..certainly!
yet truer none the Less than Any
bullshit Version of reality you claim to See!
(and for this I've found that Truth Profound,
is often A thing Frowning in the dark uncertainly!)
J.stephen. H.
Of the Poets Lot.
In want of Love,
The poet becomes
A Heartsick Fiend;...
who uses Words like
Drugs.
(to ease his lonely
Suffering.)
All Beauty, and Mystical
Images brought out by the
strokes of his pen, are merely
wishes he seeks to fulfill;
(or better memories through
Art relived again.)
Thus it is with a Bittersweet
Acceptance that I cast myself
amongst the Poets Lot;...and may
my Pen (in describing you) Be
true!....
lest my mind, (much like my heart)
shall rot!
(or become a memory better left Forgot.)
J.Stephen.H
The poet becomes
A Heartsick Fiend;...
who uses Words like
Drugs.
(to ease his lonely
Suffering.)
All Beauty, and Mystical
Images brought out by the
strokes of his pen, are merely
wishes he seeks to fulfill;
(or better memories through
Art relived again.)
Thus it is with a Bittersweet
Acceptance that I cast myself
amongst the Poets Lot;...and may
my Pen (in describing you) Be
true!....
lest my mind, (much like my heart)
shall rot!
(or become a memory better left Forgot.)
J.Stephen.H
And the Universe Laughs. (The Dreams destined to Kill Me)
And The Universe Laughs.
(The Dreams Destined to Kill Me.)
_________________________
I have (many times)
attempted to abandon
my Pursuit of the Dreams
Destined to Kill Me;
but the Universe only
Laughs in Glee!
(All Knowing.)
They say my existence
is obscured
merely because
I am a Mystery
Unto My thinking-self;
and (again)
the Universe
Laughs!...
(since it knows each
Mystery intimately Well.)
I see Gods and Devils,...
Heroes and Villains;..
as Two Sides of A Coin which
bears the Same ever-changing
Center;..and (as Always) The
Universe Simply Laughs!
(inviting Me to Enter.)
SO I have (many Times) attempted
to End this Dream of Myself,..hoping
I can somehow cease the Universal
Laughter Heard in Every Shell;..
but then the Universe might Weep!
(and that would be My Hell.)
J.Stephen.H
(The Dreams Destined to Kill Me.)
_________________________
I have (many times)
attempted to abandon
my Pursuit of the Dreams
Destined to Kill Me;
but the Universe only
Laughs in Glee!
(All Knowing.)
They say my existence
is obscured
merely because
I am a Mystery
Unto My thinking-self;
and (again)
the Universe
Laughs!...
(since it knows each
Mystery intimately Well.)
I see Gods and Devils,...
Heroes and Villains;..
as Two Sides of A Coin which
bears the Same ever-changing
Center;..and (as Always) The
Universe Simply Laughs!
(inviting Me to Enter.)
SO I have (many Times) attempted
to End this Dream of Myself,..hoping
I can somehow cease the Universal
Laughter Heard in Every Shell;..
but then the Universe might Weep!
(and that would be My Hell.)
J.Stephen.H
A Riddle I share in Writing;
A Riddle I share in Writing.
___________________________
I write because the moments in between are Nothing;
fleeting words, and images intended to express my feelings,
but none the less inadequate once they leave Me.
Each step might bring me closer to an inner resolution that
(to the world) seems pointless, or makes little sense.
I assure you it makes less sense to me,..
yet here I am all the same to
confess My Absence.
I am asked:" what is meant by these riddles that you cast?",..
and I laugh so loud I'm afraid this world itself may break
into pieces more fragile than Historys' Glass.
( yet this confusion still leaves me content in knowing
there is A way to reshape My Past.)
I write because writing gives me the otherwise unpresent
ability to Create Worlds the way I want MY WORLD to be;
perfect, as I understand and see perfection....without flaw.
(or fear of enslavement by the Hands of Destiny.)
It's all a riddle I wrote, and didn't understand at first...
until I really started looking; Now its a Riddle I share
in writing.
J.Stephen.H
___________________________
I write because the moments in between are Nothing;
fleeting words, and images intended to express my feelings,
but none the less inadequate once they leave Me.
Each step might bring me closer to an inner resolution that
(to the world) seems pointless, or makes little sense.
I assure you it makes less sense to me,..
yet here I am all the same to
confess My Absence.
I am asked:" what is meant by these riddles that you cast?",..
and I laugh so loud I'm afraid this world itself may break
into pieces more fragile than Historys' Glass.
( yet this confusion still leaves me content in knowing
there is A way to reshape My Past.)
I write because writing gives me the otherwise unpresent
ability to Create Worlds the way I want MY WORLD to be;
perfect, as I understand and see perfection....without flaw.
(or fear of enslavement by the Hands of Destiny.)
It's all a riddle I wrote, and didn't understand at first...
until I really started looking; Now its a Riddle I share
in writing.
J.Stephen.H
When the Heart Becomes a Venus Flytrap
When the Heart becomes a venus flytrap
__________________________
When the Heart
becomes a Venus
Flytrap,
many
fools will crave
loves sting,..
and say:
"consume me
dark phantom
of suffering!"
(I shall cherish
every woe you
bring today .)
+
Yet how does
One
measure
the way it
hurts?
(infinity times
The Universe.)
or testify of Loves
True Worth?!!
(when it's said
to
be greater than
This
Earth.)
+
Some fools
try to steal
Heaven.
(while
others just
rent it
for a night)
But what do
They
do when Angels
walk in?!!!
( turn out God's
Golden Light.)
+
I imagine a
Place
beyond each
Space,
where an answer
lies in wait... for
every question
man has asked.
Yet fear in this
Life
(which
my own
Grim Thoughts
cannot surpass)
that the Truth
Consumes Us
Like
a Venus Flytrap!
(and its mostly
Horror until That. )
J.Stephen.H
__________________________
When the Heart
becomes a Venus
Flytrap,
many
fools will crave
loves sting,..
and say:
"consume me
dark phantom
of suffering!"
(I shall cherish
every woe you
bring today .)
+
Yet how does
One
measure
the way it
hurts?
(infinity times
The Universe.)
or testify of Loves
True Worth?!!
(when it's said
to
be greater than
This
Earth.)
+
Some fools
try to steal
Heaven.
(while
others just
rent it
for a night)
But what do
They
do when Angels
walk in?!!!
( turn out God's
Golden Light.)
+
I imagine a
Place
beyond each
Space,
where an answer
lies in wait... for
every question
man has asked.
Yet fear in this
Life
(which
my own
Grim Thoughts
cannot surpass)
that the Truth
Consumes Us
Like
a Venus Flytrap!
(and its mostly
Horror until That. )
J.Stephen.H
A Staredown contest with the Clock
A Staredown Contest With The Clock.
________________________________
The Clock becomes a menace
when you can't take your eyes
off of it;..watching the slightest
hand ticking away the seconds of
another senseless day,...while
filled with a rage so intense you
threaten to Break it's Face.
The ticking is so loud it enters
my head,..disrupting my heartbeat,...
as The Clock challenges me to another
unbeatable stare-down contest;...but
this time I'm in the lead by two seconds;
and two seconds (I think) could give
me an edge I never possessed before.
"Come on you useless Fuck!" (I scream.)
"Stop just this once For Me."
In spite of the Bastards Sneering
Mockery,..I force myself to calm
down and try again;...taking deep
breaths to collect my Racing Thoughts.
(afraid to blink.)
"How do you BEAT something at a
stare-down when it doesn't have eyes?"
(i ask myself.) Before a strange laughter
fills the room which I imagine could
only be That ever-present Enemy Time.
__________
I wake up in cold sweats,..my chest
heaving as it hungrily draws in airless
breath;..The ticking is still in my head,
but not as loud, or mimicking my heartbeat
as it did in my dream. (or nightmare if you
prefer.)
Then I look at the clock for a few seconds...
contemplating challenging it to another
Stare-down contest but change my mind;
"ah fuck it." I say to myself aloud. " No
one ever wins a stare-down against an
opponent Without Eyes!"
(And besides...NO ONE Beats The
Enemy Time.)
J.Stephen.H
________________________________
The Clock becomes a menace
when you can't take your eyes
off of it;..watching the slightest
hand ticking away the seconds of
another senseless day,...while
filled with a rage so intense you
threaten to Break it's Face.
The ticking is so loud it enters
my head,..disrupting my heartbeat,...
as The Clock challenges me to another
unbeatable stare-down contest;...but
this time I'm in the lead by two seconds;
and two seconds (I think) could give
me an edge I never possessed before.
"Come on you useless Fuck!" (I scream.)
"Stop just this once For Me."
In spite of the Bastards Sneering
Mockery,..I force myself to calm
down and try again;...taking deep
breaths to collect my Racing Thoughts.
(afraid to blink.)
"How do you BEAT something at a
stare-down when it doesn't have eyes?"
(i ask myself.) Before a strange laughter
fills the room which I imagine could
only be That ever-present Enemy Time.
__________
I wake up in cold sweats,..my chest
heaving as it hungrily draws in airless
breath;..The ticking is still in my head,
but not as loud, or mimicking my heartbeat
as it did in my dream. (or nightmare if you
prefer.)
Then I look at the clock for a few seconds...
contemplating challenging it to another
Stare-down contest but change my mind;
"ah fuck it." I say to myself aloud. " No
one ever wins a stare-down against an
opponent Without Eyes!"
(And besides...NO ONE Beats The
Enemy Time.)
J.Stephen.H
Cry With laughter
Cry with Laughter/
_______________
She asks me how I feel;...
and I laugh,...
She asks me "why?"
"well,..I just felt like
laughing." (I reply.)
"So...
you think
its Funny?"
(she asks)
No...not really.
(I answer.)
"Laughter
isn't always
related to
Comedy,or a
way to express
feelings of hilarity
you know;...
sometimes A Man
Cries With Laughter."
"That doesn't
make any sense!"..
she screams.
" I didn't really
intend for it to."
(I say.)
Sometimes I
wonder why I
waste my time
with you!"
(she shrieks)
(sometimes I think
its ALL a waste, and
everyone is Doomed!)
__
"Are you ever
serious about
ANYTHING?!"....
she asks.
"Yeah,
sometimes;..
(I reply.)
(but it's mostly
when I Cry With
Laughter.)
J.Stephen.H
_______________
She asks me how I feel;...
and I laugh,...
She asks me "why?"
"well,..I just felt like
laughing." (I reply.)
"So...
you think
its Funny?"
(she asks)
No...not really.
(I answer.)
"Laughter
isn't always
related to
Comedy,or a
way to express
feelings of hilarity
you know;...
sometimes A Man
Cries With Laughter."
"That doesn't
make any sense!"..
she screams.
" I didn't really
intend for it to."
(I say.)
Sometimes I
wonder why I
waste my time
with you!"
(she shrieks)
(sometimes I think
its ALL a waste, and
everyone is Doomed!)
__
"Are you ever
serious about
ANYTHING?!"....
she asks.
"Yeah,
sometimes;..
(I reply.)
(but it's mostly
when I Cry With
Laughter.)
J.Stephen.H
Someone like you. (I did Not Fall)
Someone Like You. (I did Not Fall.)
_____________
I did not "Fall" for You; (my Love.)
For YOU,...I chose to climb out of
the Mental Grave of My Despair;...
seeing more truth in your shinning
eyes, than any illusion Life declares.
Because of you,.. I hope for unrealistic
Dreams resembling Heaven, while laughing at the
idea that anyone who loves could conceive
a Nightmare such as Hell;...
For you bind me to the Better Cause!
(A Throne from which so many fell.)
I'm convinced now...
that only Fools fall in Love;..
while the lucky ones are inspired to
rise above their miserable Worlds, and reach new
Heavens.
( because they have someone like YOU.)
J.S.H.
_____________
I did not "Fall" for You; (my Love.)
For YOU,...I chose to climb out of
the Mental Grave of My Despair;...
seeing more truth in your shinning
eyes, than any illusion Life declares.
Because of you,.. I hope for unrealistic
Dreams resembling Heaven, while laughing at the
idea that anyone who loves could conceive
a Nightmare such as Hell;...
For you bind me to the Better Cause!
(A Throne from which so many fell.)
I'm convinced now...
that only Fools fall in Love;..
while the lucky ones are inspired to
rise above their miserable Worlds, and reach new
Heavens.
( because they have someone like YOU.)
J.S.H.
The Birth of a God Born to Dream.
The Birth of a God Born to Dream.
______________________
The Cynic of Old who said
"Love is Dead',
was once a Fool;
( until society evolved
and proved him right.)
Thats the Irony of self-
fulfilling prophecy.
What begins a hypothetical
Fear, can unconsciously
shape occurrences, and
create Monsters born from
Human Hind-sight.
Our inability to state the Sum
of this Universe is battled
by Daydreaming inclinations
to state posits theorizing
a Plurality of Worlds; and
usually its more of an intellectual
defense mechanism used to
conquer the anxiety and helplessness
we feel, knowing deep down that few
worldy things are positively
known.thus Theories and Posits
are damned!
(when on witnesses the death of
human possibility.)
Man is a product of Apely ancestors
who (for whatever reason) became
self conscious, and started opposing
certain instincts in order to meet
newfound needs;
( like vanity, socializing, ego-
sustainment, and greed.)
While God is the Universe (or Worlds)
who laughs at every Dream!
(which I've personally found to be a
Nightmare of itself, viewed Objectively.)
Sounds crazy dosen't it?... if you say "yes",..
I'm inclined to believe that you're the craziest
of all for thinking there was ever any Sanity;
and I suggest you consider the possibility that
its your influence making the world a
septic tank of Madness where bullshit sells,
and Truth is overlooked until one of the bullshitters
decides to promote it with One-sided testimonials.
I'll stick to doing the "crazy" things I do.
(and consider The birth of a God born to Dream.)
J.Stephen.H
______________________
The Cynic of Old who said
"Love is Dead',
was once a Fool;
( until society evolved
and proved him right.)
Thats the Irony of self-
fulfilling prophecy.
What begins a hypothetical
Fear, can unconsciously
shape occurrences, and
create Monsters born from
Human Hind-sight.
Our inability to state the Sum
of this Universe is battled
by Daydreaming inclinations
to state posits theorizing
a Plurality of Worlds; and
usually its more of an intellectual
defense mechanism used to
conquer the anxiety and helplessness
we feel, knowing deep down that few
worldy things are positively
known.thus Theories and Posits
are damned!
(when on witnesses the death of
human possibility.)
Man is a product of Apely ancestors
who (for whatever reason) became
self conscious, and started opposing
certain instincts in order to meet
newfound needs;
( like vanity, socializing, ego-
sustainment, and greed.)
While God is the Universe (or Worlds)
who laughs at every Dream!
(which I've personally found to be a
Nightmare of itself, viewed Objectively.)
Sounds crazy dosen't it?... if you say "yes",..
I'm inclined to believe that you're the craziest
of all for thinking there was ever any Sanity;
and I suggest you consider the possibility that
its your influence making the world a
septic tank of Madness where bullshit sells,
and Truth is overlooked until one of the bullshitters
decides to promote it with One-sided testimonials.
I'll stick to doing the "crazy" things I do.
(and consider The birth of a God born to Dream.)
J.Stephen.H
The Shadow of myself. (which I accuse.)
The Shadows of Myself/
(which I accuse.)
_____________
I chew slowly the
grapes of Wrath;
as the Bittersweet
Irony stains any
Soul unfortunate
enough to cross my
Hateful Path.
Monkeys!
(I accuse)
Criminals!
(one and All.)
Victims of this Social
Aftermath.
(in a society born to Fall.)
Deep, meaningless
Symbolisms,...
oh how they make
a motley Pot of
Senseless Stew!;...
Criticisms from below;
Reality from Afar!
(I laugh at how sincerely
it effects you.)
No Tree of Life is
known so well,
as the many Limbs
of Certain Death;
so that Few have
climbed half a Branch.
(without sacrificing
self respect.)
Monkeys!
(I proclaim)
Criminals!
(all abused)
A Herd of
Useless refuse!
(they are Shadows
of myself which I
accuse.)
J.Stephen.H
(which I accuse.)
_____________
I chew slowly the
grapes of Wrath;
as the Bittersweet
Irony stains any
Soul unfortunate
enough to cross my
Hateful Path.
Monkeys!
(I accuse)
Criminals!
(one and All.)
Victims of this Social
Aftermath.
(in a society born to Fall.)
Deep, meaningless
Symbolisms,...
oh how they make
a motley Pot of
Senseless Stew!;...
Criticisms from below;
Reality from Afar!
(I laugh at how sincerely
it effects you.)
No Tree of Life is
known so well,
as the many Limbs
of Certain Death;
so that Few have
climbed half a Branch.
(without sacrificing
self respect.)
Monkeys!
(I proclaim)
Criminals!
(all abused)
A Herd of
Useless refuse!
(they are Shadows
of myself which I
accuse.)
J.Stephen.H
I choose to Dream. (in hope others soon catch on.)
I choose to Dream.
(in Hope that others soon catch on.)
____________________
Salvation in a pill...
really?
Todays Pain made
to seem
like Tommorows
disposable Memory!
Yesterday was better;...
half of my recollection,
minus the cold Weather,...
plus one more imaginary
Friend whos words I now
find lacking.
I shall cherish this choice
(I do Not Have) forever!
What do I mean by this?..
forget everything, and ask
again tomorrow as you seek
to find a Better Man!
(I'm sure with help from my sponsors
each Lie will go according to Plan.)
They need these pills to help them forget what
a Fucking Lie everything proves to Be; (eventually)
I could get rich selling those bastards
to a World of Sheep and Pawns!
(who sleep to avoid the Reality
of Tomorrows Memory.)
But unlike "them", I have a sense of Moral dignity..
(so instead I choose to Dream, in hope
that others soon catch on.)
J.Stephen.H.
(in Hope that others soon catch on.)
____________________
Salvation in a pill...
really?
Todays Pain made
to seem
like Tommorows
disposable Memory!
Yesterday was better;...
half of my recollection,
minus the cold Weather,...
plus one more imaginary
Friend whos words I now
find lacking.
I shall cherish this choice
(I do Not Have) forever!
What do I mean by this?..
forget everything, and ask
again tomorrow as you seek
to find a Better Man!
(I'm sure with help from my sponsors
each Lie will go according to Plan.)
They need these pills to help them forget what
a Fucking Lie everything proves to Be; (eventually)
I could get rich selling those bastards
to a World of Sheep and Pawns!
(who sleep to avoid the Reality
of Tomorrows Memory.)
But unlike "them", I have a sense of Moral dignity..
(so instead I choose to Dream, in hope
that others soon catch on.)
J.Stephen.H.
My Only Wish.
My Only Wish
_______________
The only Wish I would
make upon
a Shooting Star,
is for None to ever Fall;
so this world might keep
Beauty at a distance, in a place
where Dreams (by Life)
cannot be scarred.
For I truly believe
that Hope Dies only
when killed by
untrusting Minds,.
no longer able to See anything
good in the face of Mankind;
whether by mental force, or
random acts of Hate,..
they are Sad Wraiths who
desecrate The Purpose of Faith!
The purpose of Faith,
is believing there is meaning
regardless that it has'nt been found;
or lying Broken on a Dirty Floor,
grateful not to
be a Memory in the Ground!;
and it is for this Reason that I find
wishing to be unnecessary.
(and the Gift of Love sustains
my Souls requirements.)
J.Stephen.H
_______________
The only Wish I would
make upon
a Shooting Star,
is for None to ever Fall;
so this world might keep
Beauty at a distance, in a place
where Dreams (by Life)
cannot be scarred.
For I truly believe
that Hope Dies only
when killed by
untrusting Minds,.
no longer able to See anything
good in the face of Mankind;
whether by mental force, or
random acts of Hate,..
they are Sad Wraiths who
desecrate The Purpose of Faith!
The purpose of Faith,
is believing there is meaning
regardless that it has'nt been found;
or lying Broken on a Dirty Floor,
grateful not to
be a Memory in the Ground!;
and it is for this Reason that I find
wishing to be unnecessary.
(and the Gift of Love sustains
my Souls requirements.)
J.Stephen.H
To Know. (The Horror Of All Things.)
To Know. (the Horror of All Things.)
____________________
Those differing
greatly from
The Mass are
"they" who see
(with undesired
clarity) The Many
Horrors hidden
behind veils of
Comedy.
Old Souls
trapped in
Youthful Skins,
suffering
(as in former
centuries)
from a variety
of shared
Transgressions
few can
even SEE;
those who "know".
( collective thought is
the maker of Reality.)
Just as I Know, from
somewhere deeper than
these stained centuries
morbid depths in Me,
that My Death (which
cannot be met with fear
or sorrow)
is always caused by an
unconscious,
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
___
If you are one who differs
greatly from the Sleeping
Mass,...I URGE YOU to
take pains in forgetting those
many centuries passed;...
and seek joy in Lifes
Common Simplicity.
(for that would be a much
Better Ending, than to Know
The Horror of All Things.)
J.Stephen.H
____________________
Those differing
greatly from
The Mass are
"they" who see
(with undesired
clarity) The Many
Horrors hidden
behind veils of
Comedy.
Old Souls
trapped in
Youthful Skins,
suffering
(as in former
centuries)
from a variety
of shared
Transgressions
few can
even SEE;
those who "know".
( collective thought is
the maker of Reality.)
Just as I Know, from
somewhere deeper than
these stained centuries
morbid depths in Me,
that My Death (which
cannot be met with fear
or sorrow)
is always caused by an
unconscious,
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
___
If you are one who differs
greatly from the Sleeping
Mass,...I URGE YOU to
take pains in forgetting those
many centuries passed;...
and seek joy in Lifes
Common Simplicity.
(for that would be a much
Better Ending, than to Know
The Horror of All Things.)
J.Stephen.H
Better Spies than Lovers
Most recently (alone) I have discovered,
that some make Better Spies than Lovers;
Better Unpaid Whores, who frollick, and
Pant! (beneath a multitude of Covers.)
Faith is Not for Everyone;
Not for those without a Hope,
Nor the perpetually insecure at Heart,..
Not for they who cannot Cope!
(whos minds by faith are torn apart.)
Very few indeed,
embrace increasingly anitiquted
notions such a trust, and Fidelity;
everyone wants,
and Fucks,
and feels the Need!
(for greater Variety.)
the Former Spice of Life
(in Love)
has become a Lemon to the Tongue;
A better Unpaid whore
than lover trusted!..or
an interesting Indiscretion!
(that I like to analyze for Fun.)
J.Stephen.H
that some make Better Spies than Lovers;
Better Unpaid Whores, who frollick, and
Pant! (beneath a multitude of Covers.)
Faith is Not for Everyone;
Not for those without a Hope,
Nor the perpetually insecure at Heart,..
Not for they who cannot Cope!
(whos minds by faith are torn apart.)
Very few indeed,
embrace increasingly anitiquted
notions such a trust, and Fidelity;
everyone wants,
and Fucks,
and feels the Need!
(for greater Variety.)
the Former Spice of Life
(in Love)
has become a Lemon to the Tongue;
A better Unpaid whore
than lover trusted!..or
an interesting Indiscretion!
(that I like to analyze for Fun.)
J.Stephen.H
Poetic Genocide
Poetic Genocide.
________________
(most of my greatest
literary achievements)
Will begin as Unpunctual,
contradictive afterthoughts;
or compatible oxymorons
which agree to disagree...
like retold memories in
their Prime.
( likely better left forgot.)
People
will Stop,
stare,
accredit,
discredit;...
then pass idly
by with
no attention
rightly paid!
All of them
are wrong..
(but some of
them were Right)
since I did it
just to kill This
Time!
(which would
have killed me
otherwise.)
_____
Already I marvel,
considering how
many Wordcrafty
Grammar Nazis
will accuse me
of Poetic Genocide;
because they dont
understand the
pointlessness of
the Points I make
with my contradictive pen,...
hell most will probably
suffer aneurisms!
and then I'll sleep that
sleepless dream of Sleep;
awakening once more inspired.
(to do it Again.)
J.Stephen.H
________________
(most of my greatest
literary achievements)
Will begin as Unpunctual,
contradictive afterthoughts;
or compatible oxymorons
which agree to disagree...
like retold memories in
their Prime.
( likely better left forgot.)
People
will Stop,
stare,
accredit,
discredit;...
then pass idly
by with
no attention
rightly paid!
All of them
are wrong..
(but some of
them were Right)
since I did it
just to kill This
Time!
(which would
have killed me
otherwise.)
_____
Already I marvel,
considering how
many Wordcrafty
Grammar Nazis
will accuse me
of Poetic Genocide;
because they dont
understand the
pointlessness of
the Points I make
with my contradictive pen,...
hell most will probably
suffer aneurisms!
and then I'll sleep that
sleepless dream of Sleep;
awakening once more inspired.
(to do it Again.)
J.Stephen.H
To:The one whom I adored.
To: (The One Whom I Adored.)
___________________
I was yours,...
but now I am nothing.
faithless and untrue
forevermore.
(cursing every heart
still beating.)
It's easy isn't it?...
to bury the pain
somewhere deep,
and pretend you forget.
(the way it feels to hold hands
and laugh at Loveless Hypocrites.)
The problem I have is remembering;
when I see a happy couple smiling,
(Content in the presence of eachothers'
company.)
I often grit my teeth in rage,
and clench trembling fists till my palms
start bleeding...
All because of you.
(whom I once adored.)
You, who left me
A Cold and faithless
Monster now forevermore!
J.Stephen.H
___________________
I was yours,...
but now I am nothing.
faithless and untrue
forevermore.
(cursing every heart
still beating.)
It's easy isn't it?...
to bury the pain
somewhere deep,
and pretend you forget.
(the way it feels to hold hands
and laugh at Loveless Hypocrites.)
The problem I have is remembering;
when I see a happy couple smiling,
(Content in the presence of eachothers'
company.)
I often grit my teeth in rage,
and clench trembling fists till my palms
start bleeding...
All because of you.
(whom I once adored.)
You, who left me
A Cold and faithless
Monster now forevermore!
J.Stephen.H
wordcasting
Let he who is without guns or an over-abundant
amount of testosterone cast the first word;...
then stare in mock surprise as the
warring jesters face grows so serious
that he drops His stones.
That wasnt so bad was it?...an experiment in
how a speaking man could rule any continent
with flattery as opposed to force! Just ask Ghandi
how good it felt...(then follow on a similar course.)
So many noteworthy martyrs...so little time!
Therefore I mention none in order to avoid
the embarrassment of looking like a bastardly ingrate.
( Though such lines are already fine.) With a little
hope and a lot less alcohol, i'll be able to take my grandchildren
out wordcasting someday; and sit laughing over a commercially
correct bag of Worthers Originals ©(rtm) about the old days
when pappy j. helped defeat a mass of jesters with words
instead of stones.
amount of testosterone cast the first word;...
then stare in mock surprise as the
warring jesters face grows so serious
that he drops His stones.
That wasnt so bad was it?...an experiment in
how a speaking man could rule any continent
with flattery as opposed to force! Just ask Ghandi
how good it felt...(then follow on a similar course.)
So many noteworthy martyrs...so little time!
Therefore I mention none in order to avoid
the embarrassment of looking like a bastardly ingrate.
( Though such lines are already fine.) With a little
hope and a lot less alcohol, i'll be able to take my grandchildren
out wordcasting someday; and sit laughing over a commercially
correct bag of Worthers Originals ©(rtm) about the old days
when pappy j. helped defeat a mass of jesters with words
instead of stones.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Send Flowers to the Dead.
Send Flowers to the Dead.
______________
Send Flowers to
the Dead my love,
send Flowers to
the Dead.
Raise the mighty
Banners of War!,
and lower not
your ringing head...
nor weep upon the
earths Green Floor!
(but shed Rivers of
Blood instead.)
War is the answer
to a Maidens Cry,...
standing lonely by
her Lovers Door;
questioning why
her Heart has Died.
Because War is Love,
and love is War!
And both require
sacrifice!
(more now than
they ever have
before.)
Send Flowers
to the
Dead My Love,
send Flowers to
the Dead.
_
Justice! yells a
Man of Virtue.
Vengeance! Screams
all those who Judge.
Expansion! shriek
the Greedy and Shrewd,
who roam across the
World in floods,
(seeking to Kill Those
Righteous Few.)
War is Hell!
and Hell is War!
(The Bones of
Innocence become
its Food.)
Send Flowers to
the Dead my Love,
Send Flowers to the
Dead.
War is a Soldier
gazing across
Foreign Shores;
wondering if He
will ever see
Home again.
He cannot recall
The Faces of His
Family anymore!
( and sees only The
Devils leering Grin.)
War is "US" and
WE are WAR!!
( defeated by the
Enemies Within.)
Send Flowers to
the Dead my Love!
(Send Flowers to
the Dead....)
J.Stephen.H
______________
Send Flowers to
the Dead my love,
send Flowers to
the Dead.
Raise the mighty
Banners of War!,
and lower not
your ringing head...
nor weep upon the
earths Green Floor!
(but shed Rivers of
Blood instead.)
War is the answer
to a Maidens Cry,...
standing lonely by
her Lovers Door;
questioning why
her Heart has Died.
Because War is Love,
and love is War!
And both require
sacrifice!
(more now than
they ever have
before.)
Send Flowers
to the
Dead My Love,
send Flowers to
the Dead.
_
Justice! yells a
Man of Virtue.
Vengeance! Screams
all those who Judge.
Expansion! shriek
the Greedy and Shrewd,
who roam across the
World in floods,
(seeking to Kill Those
Righteous Few.)
War is Hell!
and Hell is War!
(The Bones of
Innocence become
its Food.)
Send Flowers to
the Dead my Love,
Send Flowers to the
Dead.
War is a Soldier
gazing across
Foreign Shores;
wondering if He
will ever see
Home again.
He cannot recall
The Faces of His
Family anymore!
( and sees only The
Devils leering Grin.)
War is "US" and
WE are WAR!!
( defeated by the
Enemies Within.)
Send Flowers to
the Dead my Love!
(Send Flowers to
the Dead....)
J.Stephen.H
As a heart Lays Dying. (none leave smiling.)
As A Heart lays Dying.
______________
Come one, Come All!
Gather round, and see..
the face of Love as A
Heart Lays Dying!
Notice it's grim features
(twisted in agony) which
once stood Smiling.
This Bold Heart took A
Chance, and was frowned
upon by the Fates who govern
over Human Romance.
(yet whether or not it's Reborn
to feel again, relies on
circumstance.)
Some will Love, Lose,
and Love again for the
entirety of their Lives.
While others may Love
Once,..Lose, then Never
Love Again!
(dead within until
they Die.)
This is the Circus known
as Love,..which can transform
a Mind into the Devils Own,
or be blessed by Angels from
Above!
so Come One,..Come All,
and see.. the variety
of Human Oddities!...
But realize this certainty:
that NONE Leave Smiling!
(after viewing the broken
Face of Love as a Heart Lays
Dying.)
J.Stephen.H
______________
Come one, Come All!
Gather round, and see..
the face of Love as A
Heart Lays Dying!
Notice it's grim features
(twisted in agony) which
once stood Smiling.
This Bold Heart took A
Chance, and was frowned
upon by the Fates who govern
over Human Romance.
(yet whether or not it's Reborn
to feel again, relies on
circumstance.)
Some will Love, Lose,
and Love again for the
entirety of their Lives.
While others may Love
Once,..Lose, then Never
Love Again!
(dead within until
they Die.)
This is the Circus known
as Love,..which can transform
a Mind into the Devils Own,
or be blessed by Angels from
Above!
so Come One,..Come All,
and see.. the variety
of Human Oddities!...
But realize this certainty:
that NONE Leave Smiling!
(after viewing the broken
Face of Love as a Heart Lays
Dying.)
J.Stephen.H
Mister Spendthrifty the Unrepentant Alcoholic.
Mister Spendthrifty the Unrepentant Alcoholic.
_____________________
Mister Spendthrifty the
Unrepentant Alcoholic,
adopts a carefree attitude.
(because he really cares so much.)
He thinks it's likely the safest bet.
(since people mostly suck.)
The Street Bums, and Meth Hookers,
and Runaway Gems (who see themselves
as lumps of Coal) all flock to Him;...
He is their prophet who preaches about
A Life reflective of the Saddest Realism.
He hates the attention that they secretly crave.
(and so he pays it all to them.)
It's ironic how some who are capable of
doing nearly Anything, choose to have
(and Be) Nothing. Existing as Phantoms
of The World who cling patehtically to
the antiquated fables of their upbringing;...
Mister Spendthrifty the Unrepentant
Alcoholic probably knows them all.
(which is why you would never catch him
weeping.)
For a 6 dollar Bottle and a pack of Cheap
Smokes,.. Mister Spendthrifty will work
an 8 hour day, or write you some
of the greatest poetry anyone has written.
Some see Him as a Joke. Others see a Star Unrisen.
He sees another Bottle, on Another
Day....full of people he cares about So Much.
(in a world that mostly Sucks.)
J.Stephen.H
_____________________
Mister Spendthrifty the
Unrepentant Alcoholic,
adopts a carefree attitude.
(because he really cares so much.)
He thinks it's likely the safest bet.
(since people mostly suck.)
The Street Bums, and Meth Hookers,
and Runaway Gems (who see themselves
as lumps of Coal) all flock to Him;...
He is their prophet who preaches about
A Life reflective of the Saddest Realism.
He hates the attention that they secretly crave.
(and so he pays it all to them.)
It's ironic how some who are capable of
doing nearly Anything, choose to have
(and Be) Nothing. Existing as Phantoms
of The World who cling patehtically to
the antiquated fables of their upbringing;...
Mister Spendthrifty the Unrepentant
Alcoholic probably knows them all.
(which is why you would never catch him
weeping.)
For a 6 dollar Bottle and a pack of Cheap
Smokes,.. Mister Spendthrifty will work
an 8 hour day, or write you some
of the greatest poetry anyone has written.
Some see Him as a Joke. Others see a Star Unrisen.
He sees another Bottle, on Another
Day....full of people he cares about So Much.
(in a world that mostly Sucks.)
J.Stephen.H
Love is: (or)
Love Is: (or).
______________
Love is: A Grave Fools
fall into and rarely find a
way to dig themselves
out of.
Or: Listening to the
same joke 1,000 times
and then laughing like
each time you heard it
was the First.
Pain and Pleasure
battling within the
Hearts and Minds
of Irrational Animals,
who sit helplessly by
as all attempts to exercise
reason and logic ultimately
fail.
Love Is: Something you
cannot control,
which most
often Controls You.
Or: A Slave which serves
no Master but itself.
and Each Moment of
Insecurity and Doubt.
It Is My Worst Fear.
(that I will always fear
living without.)
J.Stephen.H
__
This is for...
(you know who
you are.)
The Girl with
eyes who Ate
the Stars, and
Spit back The
Prettiest Tragedy..
(that I've ever
pushed away.)
______________
Love is: A Grave Fools
fall into and rarely find a
way to dig themselves
out of.
Or: Listening to the
same joke 1,000 times
and then laughing like
each time you heard it
was the First.
Pain and Pleasure
battling within the
Hearts and Minds
of Irrational Animals,
who sit helplessly by
as all attempts to exercise
reason and logic ultimately
fail.
Love Is: Something you
cannot control,
which most
often Controls You.
Or: A Slave which serves
no Master but itself.
and Each Moment of
Insecurity and Doubt.
It Is My Worst Fear.
(that I will always fear
living without.)
J.Stephen.H
__
This is for...
(you know who
you are.)
The Girl with
eyes who Ate
the Stars, and
Spit back The
Prettiest Tragedy..
(that I've ever
pushed away.)
The Prettiest Ghost.
The Prettiest Ghost.
________________
The Prettiest Ghost
I've ever seen,
with luminous eyes
of emerald green,
stands before me
quiet, and serene.
(waiting for me
to speak.)
I sit in silence,
deeper still..
curious, but wary..
Wondering what
she Feels..!
considering
Passions Lost.
(which scare me.)
Then A faint breeze
touches my cheek,..
producing cold chills
down my spine,..
But it does little to
break this solitude!!
(or inspire words
between her and I.)
It's been this way
for centuries now,..
two ghosts (in love)
grown still with doubt.
Waiting (in patience)
for each to speak, and
voice that Love aloud!!!
And for Eternity it s
hall remain this way,
with her (the prettiest
ghost I've seen) waiting
for me to speak; as I
(in my stupidity) sit
considering the most
appropriate thing to say!
J.Stephen.H.
________________
The Prettiest Ghost
I've ever seen,
with luminous eyes
of emerald green,
stands before me
quiet, and serene.
(waiting for me
to speak.)
I sit in silence,
deeper still..
curious, but wary..
Wondering what
she Feels..!
considering
Passions Lost.
(which scare me.)
Then A faint breeze
touches my cheek,..
producing cold chills
down my spine,..
But it does little to
break this solitude!!
(or inspire words
between her and I.)
It's been this way
for centuries now,..
two ghosts (in love)
grown still with doubt.
Waiting (in patience)
for each to speak, and
voice that Love aloud!!!
And for Eternity it s
hall remain this way,
with her (the prettiest
ghost I've seen) waiting
for me to speak; as I
(in my stupidity) sit
considering the most
appropriate thing to say!
J.Stephen.H.
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