She Knows..(A Love Horror.)

She Knows..(A Love Horror.)

_______________________

I could
tell at once
she
knows where
the Dead
Things Are.

(And how
it feels
to Love
in Spite of
Scars.)

How The
Moment
Everything
Seems
Perfect..

A Storm
of Self
Tears your
World
Apart!
__

Just as
I Know
she
 "Knows"
the
Way
it feels...

(To Be
Everything
(yet Nothing.)

and how
it's
Easier to 

Face
A Stranger in
the Mirror!

Than Kiss 

A

Shadow
Of
Truth that
Kills

By FEAR!


(While
Thus
Corrupting. )
_


She Knows
How Pretty
Nights
Can Be..

(revealing
Inner Light
few others
See.)

and it's
Great
when
there's
No
Witness
to Your
Tears!

that
others
(in their
arrogance)
deem weak.
__

Yes..
She knows
where the
Dead things
are ..sincerely.

(where
Laughter
echoes
down
an Empty
Hall.)

because
She
see's them
every time
she Looks
at Me!


(I've kept
Them in my
Dreams since
I was Small.)
__

J.Stephen.H/

The End of Darkened Days.

The End of Darker Days. _____________________ It's been a while since I've drowned in a pair of haunted eyes.. or allowed myself the pleasure of another's company... (longer still since I've dreamt of Paradise.) but your image calls to me. __ Few so humbly emit such an aura of feminine Grace.. (while retaining a sense of ethereal Mystery.) Or effectively enlighten the Darkness of This Place! (and reduce in a soul Mans Common State of Misery.) ___ I shall drown in you fair lady.. thankfully lost forever in your peaceful waves... admiring the pleasure of your company. (grateful for the end of Darkened Days.) J.Stephen.H

Another Sky of Hateful Stars.

Another Sky of Hateful Stars.
__________________

I sit beneath
The Cold Moon..
scratching at
My Lone Heart's
Scars...
wondering if
She will be
Here Soon?

(while choking
vainly on The
Stars.)
_

Such a pity..
my Pretty..
this Thing
that cannot
Be..
an Imaginary
City in My
Mind...
(beneath
The Sea.)
where I
look, but
never find
The Truth
which seems
to Torment
Me!
___

How can
A Lovely
Sky be so
Cruel?..
Destiny..
wretchedly
Blind!
To Think..
A King walked
amongst us
once,
(without a
Queen to
share his
Rule.)
until murdered
by Mankind!

It must be
so boring..
to sit alone
in a chamber
poring over
Heroic Themes,
and senseless
Stories!

(which always
end in Tragedy.)
_

Still...
without that
Cold Moon
(and my Lone
Heart's Weeping
Scars)
where would
I be?

(choking A Sky
of Hateful Stars.)

j.s.h.

The Next Time Around.

The Next Time Around. ______________ Nothing?... Life tends to go from One Nothing to The Next.. Perpetually. But that isn't to say you can't find things which make Your Nothing somewhat more enjoyable. (or tolerable at least.) People speak of Death as if it's The End,.. rather than part of an Infinite Cycle repeating itself in a manner similar to history. (but more progressively so.) __ The Next Time around won't be any better unless you find a way (within yourself) to make it out of That repetitive Loop you've found yourself in... and If you Hate "People".. you are really just admitting that you Hate a piece of yourself which you no longer feel a part of. (and such is the cruelest form of Projection really, because it leaves only room for Future Errors, and paves another road to Doom for You later On.) No Man (or respectively woman) can hope to Change The World without first changing their perception of it and seeing The Darkness in a More Positive Light. (a thing of necessity.)

What The End is Like.

What The End is Like...
_____________

(Silence..)

(Rage..)

The Smile
of A Knife..

Your reflection
Looking Into
You.

(as you Wish
for Another
Life.)
__

Tears Used
as Weapons..

While Poor
Family watches
helpless...

(wondering
where you
WENT.)
__

A Lack
of Heartfelt
Lessons.

(By
which most
Wandering
Souls Repent.)

__

Suffocating
in a Room
of Air.

( Pretending
Strangers
are your
Cronies.)

while Lost
and In Despair.

( oh, Nothing
Living feels
So Lonely!)
__

How many
Whispers
did I waste
today?

(enough to
make The
Angels Quiet.)

Yet None
compare to
what my Heart
tried to Say!
__

F?ck it...

(Death
is Better
off when
Silent.)

j.stephen.h

The Birds of Prey.

The Birds of Prey.
    _______

What are ye,
(to me)
but birds of prey?..
who's bones I
cast upon a field
of cold indignity?
(which bleeds more
by the day.)
_

I have not met
My Fathers Ghost..
nor heard A
Loving Mother
sing,..
or met That Fabled
Holy Host!
(who ignores our
Worldly Suffering.)
____

The Light of Life
seems foreign
to those Shadow
Men, who seek
Mass Vengeance
with a Knife..
and view your
Kindness as
Pretend.

Pain Given, and
Pain received!
This Hell is
all they truly
Know!
(thus surely only
Pain and Hell
shall follow.)
___

Within me
there is
Something
Hollow,..
a sense of
Virtue sorely
Gone..
but gladly
still my Heart
would  Borrow!
(the Love in
Others for the
Dawn.)
__

What am I?,
but a Lonely
Whisper in
a voiceless
Room of
Listeners,
who forever
hear, yet do
not speak
against the
Shadows in
their head?

Another Bird
of Prey!
(upon The
Field of Living
Dead.)

J.Stephen.H

My House of Cards.

My House of Cards.
_______________

I had built my
House of Cards
so carefully..
one can only
imagine my surprise
when it came
crashing down
quite suddenly.
(the moment she
smiled at me.)

Her Eyes
immediately
set fire to
my Pen..
(that once
dripped an
icy poison.)
giving me the
ability to feel
Joy again!

(like a child
given a golden
box to put his
favorite toys
in.)

It's amazing
how the simplest
of gestures from
a pretty girl can
make a profound
impact on calloused
men,..who have
spent a lifetime
allowing their
cynicisms to fester..
without a lover,
god, or friend.

Oh..Grace indeed
spares the Wretched
Soul! (and helps many
who were broken
find a Truth which
makes them whole.)

So No longer do I
sit embracing Silence,
contemplating gloom,
lost alone in thoughts
of violence,..and obsessed
with Worldy Doom.

For the House of
cards I call My Heart
is bigger now!
(and she waits in
every room.)

j.stephen.h.

With Her Gone.

I never let
Her See..
how deeply
her Words cut
Me.
(because I
keep my Eyes
Empty.)
Or Speak
of Things
from The
Heart.
(in Fear
that All is
Ending.)
_

I write
Novels
in a few
Paragraphs..
and She
reads
them in
minutes,..
filling
The Morning
Hours up with
Laughs!

(an Angels
way of showing
Forgiveness.)
__

I'll never
tell her How
much she
means...
for to do
so would
be to admit
that I am
Weak..or
more emotional
than I let
on.
__

But
(in
truth)
I
LOVE
Her
and
Always
Will.
__

(Thus My
Eyes are
now much
emptier with
Her Gone.)

J.Stephen.H.