Molly Misunderstood.

Molly Misunderstood.
_______________

Little Molly
Misunderstood..
tried her damndest
to Be good..
but Nobody Knew
her Secret Pain.

(and no one
ever should.)

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Twelve Years
Young, and
Old at Heart.

(A State of
Forced
Precocity.)

Taught Harsh
Lessons in
The Dark.

( by Hands
of cruel
Ferocity.)
___

She took the
Knife and slipped
it in..

While Monster
Man lay sleeping..

and cracked
a Half-Demented
Grin.

(then broke down
Gently Weeping.)
___

She never
Told
A Living Soul
The Horrors
she Endured..

they just
Locked
her in a Dirty
Hole.

( and
she
Never Spoke

A
Word.)

___

Little Molly
Misunderstood..

tried her
damndest
to be good..

but no one
knew her
Secret Pain!!

(and
no one ever
should.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Land of Faceless Strangers.

The Land of
 Faceless Strangers.
_____________________


There was
a Land
I
once
Traveled..

full of
Faceless
Strangers
who Farmed
at Night...

It was
said their
Rainbow
Souls
unraveled.

(till their
Hearts
were filled
with
Hell's Delight.)
__

I walked
this land
for Many
Miles..

seeking
Wonders
to be
Seen,

till
arrested
by The
Sheriff
Anti-Smile!

(for sharing
with the
Locals
Hopeful
Dreams.)
___

He put
me in a
One Man
Cell,

littered
with Bones
of Other
Men,

Who had
Dared
to Wish
this Odd
Land
Well!

(or
Become
A Trusted
Friend.)

___
Then,
After
Years
of False
Imprisonment..

(how many
though I
cannot tell)

I reflected
on the Time
I'd spent..

(within
that Hateful
Jail.)

and concluded
thus:

The World
is full of Faceless
Stranger's!!

(Who Delight
in Another's
Hell.)

j.stephen.h.

And Thus The Surly Soul is Soothed. (A Eulogy.)

And Thus The Surly Soul is Soothed.
______________________________

He was a
Suitor of
Sorts..

Who sought
to sooth
the most
Unsuitable
Souls.

(in Hopes
someday
his surly
Soul would
thus be
Soothed.)
___

And while
Walking
Contradictions
have existed
Before..

None have
existed so
contrary
to The
General
Mood!

___

He asked
me Not to
Speak upon
his Grave..

nor allow sad
kin to rush
his coffin
in Mournful
Tides.

Yet I cannot
Fathom sitting
idly By!...
(with Nothing
to Say.)

Therefore I
Preach
to All.
(in whom I
can confide.)

___

Cling not
(My Friends)
to Wasted
Hatreds..

When Life
is Fresh
in Constant
Bloom..

but spend
Each Day
as if it's
Sacred!

(and thus
The Surly
Soul shall
then Be
Soothed.)

J.Stephen.H.

Old Dreams (Few Youths Had Dreamt.)

Old Dreams.
(few youths Had Dreamt.)
__________________

Dollar Dumb,
and Thought
Foolish..

Watching the
World pass
by on a Flat
Screen
wondering
which Voice
to Trust..

Reason,
or Instinct?

A Conscience
formed by
opinions on
morality
Versus
The Infallible
pull of Inner
Nature.

(but dare I
pay attention
to The Ghosts
Behind that
Curtain??)
__

In My
Youth
I suspected
that I dreamt
Old Dreams
few Youths
had Dreamt..

and wandered
Nightmare
Worlds my
childish Mind
found Beautiful..

Now I
Slumber
perpetually
wondering
where The
Time has went.

(with the Ghost
of Self Laughing
at My Funeral .)

j.stephen.h.

The Lonely Creatures of The Midnight AIr.

The Lonely Creatures of The Midnight Air.
______________________________

When I consult
The Lonely Creatures
of The Midnight
Air..
(those restless
Phantoms of
Despair.)

I remind them
She is "Mine"..
thus fix her
not with Hateful
Stares!

(nor steal our
Destined Time.)
___

The Cruelty
of this World
seems Slight..
(though I view
it often every
Night.)

when I look
into her Shining
Eyes..and  Feel
A  Sense of
Right!

(Certain that
Heaven will Rise
above  Hell's
Burning Paradise.)
___

j.stepehen.h.

Because My View is Not Enough.

Because My 

View is Not Enough.

____________

I have most

recently come

to realize:

Love is Nothing,

when used as a

mere Literary 

Device to conceal 

ones inner lacking.

(and it's dishonest

trying to be Nice,

to Fakes you 

feel like smacking.)

___

Yet Perspective 

is One Thing...

While Imitation 

is another..

The Former

Exercises 

Alternative 

Thinking..

While The Latter 

denies itself 

the capacity 

to discover.

(other Modes

of Dreaming.)

___

Dreaded Muses

often thus my

Mortal Pen has

Touched..

so At
Times

My Art

Confuses

Right with

Wrong

and Devils

Blush!

___

Perspective...

it's All

Perspective..

(because My

View is Not

Enough.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Hours Passing By..

The Hours Passing By
______________________

I see A
SmaLL
ChiLd
with arms
outstretched

spinning
in circles,..

staring at the
sky.

(The World
is
moving so
fast
for him.)

"Look at
me!"

he screams.

(in pure
delight.)

"I can fly!"


Then he
stops,

(as the
WoRLd
comes
into focus
again. )


then the minutes
become
hours...

and days
turn into nights
which breed 1,000
Dark Eternities!

(that
die with
every
dAwN.)
___

Somewhere
down
the Line,

The Stars
ceased to be
Angels..

and
became
burning rocks
instead.

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The
Boogeyman
beneath his
Bed is
but one of many
stories on the
13Oclock
NeWs;

Men cannot fly..

(and Magic is a
Con-Mans Parlor
Trick.)

But (sadly) the
greatest illusion
lost, was His
Childish Innocence!

(which amounted
to little
more than worldly
ignorance.)
___

+
(epilogue)

I was that
child..

arms
outstretched,
spinning
around
in circles,

staring up
at the sky..

Yet now I am
a "Man"..!!!!

(who deeply misses that
happy kid who
ignored
The Hours Passing
By.)


j.s.h.

the thing which made me whole

The Thing which Made Me Whole. ______________________________ A Whisper from Her Haunted Head.. made  Roars within my Silent Soul.. and though I once thought Love was Dead.. I realize now A broken Heart is the Thing which made me Whole. j.s.h.

tis the voice of nature

Tis the Voice Of Nature. _____________________ Tis The Voice of Nature spoken through Man's unnatural Lips Perhaps.. A Shadow kissed so fiercely by an Angel that it became A Candle free of Gloom... no longer driven by despair, but a Flower fresh in Bloom! Hard it was to count the ways before.. when Life seemed cruel and without purpose.. Till I met the Beauty I adore!.. (who showed me I'm not worthless.)

In The T.V.'s dim-lit glare.

in the t.v.s dimlit glare.
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Two Musical
Bodies..seeking
to be One.
Bathed in the
T.V.'s dim-lit
glare..
I entered with
a Fearful Thrust...
She welcomed
with an Angel's
Stare.
(which revealed
a Newborn Sun.)
___

There is no
Difference
between Forever
and A Moment,
when I'm in
her company...
for both seem
Timelessly
Innocent.
(and restore
my sense of
Sanity.)
___

"Where have
you been all
my Life?"
I ask...as
she gently
rubs my scars.

Then the
Angel softly
Laughs..
(and points
up at The
Stars.)
___

j.stephen.h.

Insanity Remix Number thirteen.

Insanity Remix Number Thirteen.
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It's mornings
like this when
sleep is but A
Dream..
as I sit
for hours
staring into
space, and
the world
seems like
it's filtered
through a
screen.

Who is
that maniac
laughing?..
I don't
recall telling
any jokes.

Oh..
it's only Me..

(I KNOW
because the
sound waves
of my voice
resemble
Smoke.)
_

My Heartbeat
isn't a Heartbeat
anymore you
know..
it might've
been yesterday,
but now it's
a drum solo.
Insanity Remix
Number Thirteen.

(with irony
keeping tempo.)
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Maybe I
am Asleep?..
and this is
all  a
deluded
Dream...
or  Theatre
de Absurd,
(without
the Profound
Deep.)
Hosted by
another
Personality!

(but why is
it that in spite
of Tears the
Bastard can't
Stop Laughing?)

j.stephen.h.