Eves deception

You know how I knew 

the old myth of Adam 

and eve was a crock of 

shit? 

In a realist work, Eve 

would've fallen in love

and ran off with the 

snake. (and not blamed 

him for her problems.)

In this nightmare life that I call death

in this nightmare
Life. (that I call
Death .)
++++++++++++++

I dreamt a little
Dream of self,

But woke up to
A
Nightmare Other.

With shining eyes
that
Burned Like  Hell.

(Yet smiled like
My
Brother.)

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The laughter did
not
Touch His Face,

It echoed from
A
Pit below.

Still unknown to
God,

and
Grace! !

(familiar though
with
Unseen Sorrow.)

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I woke up
Yesterday to
The end,

But it kept
persisting like
The
Rest.

And likely
shall
Return
Again!

In this
Nightmare

Life.

  (That 

I call
Death. )

J.s.h.

A brief statement on faith.

A brief statement
Of faith.
+++++++++++++.

I'm not formally of any particular faith,  but
I believe in god, and think that faith is the strongest
Tool to help overcome inner fear during turbulent moments in our lives.

I don't think it matters How you pray. What matters is that you PRAY, and Mean It.

God, ( or that Universal Consciousness dreaming of itself through objective modes of alternative Being)  knows the sincerity of our desires.  and (on some level) our hopes and fears can manifest themselves into varieties of experience shaped by the power of thoughts.

One must simply remember, that we are of one soul, and the strength of faith in a higher purpose will defeat the Devil Selves our Darker Thoughts Become.

J.stephen.h.

Fear the walking derp

Fear the walking
Derp.

Who talk with
Thumbs.

Giggly duckfaced
Cyber twerps.

(mentally
Numb.)

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Half
of me
Seeks
To Save Us
All;

and
Bring back
Every sacred
PART,

that man played
Before the fall!

(Of  the Kingdom
once called Art)

+

I fear the walking
Derps,

but view them
Not
As Common Enemies.

It's not the
Fault of duckfaced
Twerps.

(Society breedeth
Zombies. )

while darly hid

WhiLe DaRkLy HiD.
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Though darkly

hid,

The light of her face

could

impact miles.



Though her 

Heart

Is Off Grid.



(In a wilderness

Devoid of smiles.)



××


Something in Her

Lost

Has Found Me;



(though

Something in me

Oft

Rebels.)





But I  don't

Believe

In Destiny.



(So much as

*LeSser HeLLs.)

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and 

so..

My soul will
Be
Sadly Missed.

Lost Somewhere
Centuries
AwaY From HeRe.

In someplace 

we
Never Kissed.

(A Nightmare  

life
Devoid of cheer.)

J.Stephen.H

I'll tell you what's bad...

I'll tell you what's bad.

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

I'll tell you what's
Bad.

When the dying
Heart ,

(Or heart now
Dead. )

is
Trapped ,

In the last
Grim
thought
It Ever Had.

(Within
Gods FaithleSS
HeaD.)

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You long recall
The
Midnight Memories.

Haunted by
A
Living GhosT...

And
Hate The
Errant EnemY!

(Or Self You
Loath MosT.)

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But you know
what's worse?

When the LosT
HearT claims a
Solemn Throne, ..

and
You Feel
Your

SouL is
Cursed!

(Fated thus,
To Be
Alone. )

J.s.h.

On faith

On faith.


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There's far too many interpretations of meaning, to the point it makes the pursuit of it meaningless unless you try evolving beyond the role of confused seeker, and are blessed with some variety of hard won faith. And  I don't think faith is something acquired by intent, its a matter of awakening somehow to the inner soul which grows from our
Inner Animal, or those primitive,  instinctual qualities that separate us from the experience of divine grace in its universal totality.

I'm just asleep now, with one eye open. Hoping I'm not tradin one form of blindness for another.

J.s.h.

Special thanks to the muse who inspired
This.