Sunday, September 16, 2018

Sometimes your shadow can touch the shadow of another,  and it creates this. .beautiful fuckin light that turns every tragedy into a misunderstood occurrence that happened because one aspect of our wills desire (negative or positive ) was stronger than others.

You were (and are) a peculiar type of human /angel who conceals the light of her soul with the shadow of a sorrowed smile.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Revelation of the talking heads

Revelation of the
Talking Heads.
×××××××××××××

I woke up to
the sound of
Talking Heads,

who's dreams
are stuffed with
DollaR BiLLs.

And now,  a
Word from our
SponsoR.

(A happy pill
that KiLLs.)

+

The
DomesTic
Violence Sky
WepT
LoNg for
HeR.

Wept in
such an open
WaY,

it was felt
throughout the
UniVerSe.

(then echoed
Down the HaLL
OF yeSteRdaY.)

+

So now
We shall sleep
To the babbling
Of ResTleSS AnGeLs ,
who voices touch
An Endless void.

And wait for a word
From Our Sponsor.

(A heartless God
Grown Paranoid.)

J.s.h

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Jokes Told in my head

The Jokes Told
In
My Head.
×××××××××××××

I am a tatted
gut
shitting
Broken Candy  Hearts

as
The Ghost of Love
Laughs

at Jokes Her Eyes once
Told.

"I cannot give
You
The World Old
Flame!"

(yet I'll show
You
ways to make it
fold.)

+

Today is A
Tragedy My
Head
Lived Yesterday...

(Staring into broken
Mirrors.)

Trying to
remember
how
To Pray,

but answered
only By
God's Tears!

(Which melt
The
Future's Smile
away.)

+

I
have Sore
Eyes

Dreaming
Of
A
Sacred
Sleep

The Halfway
Living
still
call Dead;

and
my
Heart

Forever
Breaks for
You
Dear!!

(though it
Laughs at
Jokes told
In
My Head.)

J.Stephen.H.



Thursday, August 9, 2018

The wishing well.
×××××××××××××

I see you've come again
Little lamb...

To toss stolen quarters
in my wishing well..

And sniff the flowers of
The Damned.

How wonderful to see!

A rebel who opposes
Destiny.

 the universe
Smiles on in glee!!

(But rarely tosses back
One Penny.)

J.s.h.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Things NOT
To say after
Half a night with
A bar room
AngeL:
×××13×××

Sorry about the
Wings.

I suffer this odd
Compulsion where
I
Like pluckiNg
The
Feathers  from
Pretty
Things,

and
sewing them
Into
Lovelier thoughts.

×
But
When you smile
1,000
LosT Nights
Sing!

(to a memory
Time Forgot. )

×

And
I
Didn't mean
To

Dump the
Ashtray in
My
Head

on the
Pristine floors
Of
Your Once
Clean Heart;

it
just works
like that
for the
Dead.

(Who drown
In
Oceans of
Light turned
Dark.)





Saturday, March 10, 2018

sing the body neologic

sing the body neologic.
+++++++++++++++

damn woman the things
you do to me...

when your body-sings-electric
(as whitman noted)

and makes this animal
eat
all my inner angels till they
roar
like little devils of the thoughts-design.

shall we..."go then you and i?"
and

drink this wicked wine in hopes
of
gettin drunk on better lives?

your body is a neologism; or,...

new word which most perfectly
expresses lusts old ideas to foolish
mortals who never before understood
the ways they felt!

shall we....

(sing the body-neologic?)

jsh

Friday, March 9, 2018

walking dead cliches


The World f
eels
like a land of
Walking
Dead Cliches.

Zombie-Clone
Hybrids who eat
Life's
Meaning and spit
out
Cookie-Cutter-Statements
which
always seem to detract
from
the Object of One's
Intent.