Wednesday, February 22, 2017

rivers of denial



ever spend
hours
searching
for the perfect
words?

only to be
made
speechless
by a smile?

or
listened to
the
Laughter of
A
Clown?

(while weeping
rivers
of Denial.)




my hunger was not in vain

my hunger
was not in vain.
+++++++++++++

love..

if my heart
gives out before
it
pukes it's guts
up
for you..

please know..
that
my hunger was
not in
vain...

because it
taught me the
meaning
of
true loss.

(though my
desires were
never gained.)

i still count
the seconds,..
and they're still
small
eternities which
keep
you far from me.

yet i fondly
recall
the shadows in
your Eyes.

(for they are
the Rainbows
of My Memory.)

speaking of hearts..
nothing
breaks one quite
like
your face..

but i love how
your smile can
tear my world
apart!

(then leave the
pieces in a Better
Place.)

i wish you
understood how
sacred
you are...

how even ugly
things
seem pretty in
your
Presence...

you are an
Ever-Shining
Star!

(which leads to
many Heavens.)

so...

if my heart
gives out before
it
pukes its guts
up
for you...

please know..
that
my hunger was
not in
Vain..

Since The
Memory
of You makes
This
Shadow Life
A
Rainbow!

(regardless that
it Ends In Pain.)

J.Stephen.H.

melting down a wall

melting down a wall.
+++++++++++++++

i can tell
you
what a loved
ones
brains look
like..

melting down
the wall;

his thoughts
no
longer torment
him.

(I wish I could've
read
them All.)

+

goodbye doesn't
cut
it..

when old
conversations
play
like records
scratched on
paper
Memories,..

i've tried
to burn them
all
away.

but they've left
their
mark inside of
me!

(and the ashes
bear
the stench of
Yesterday.)

+

i know
how
nothing
feels..

that blank
spot
trying to be
filled;

yet every
Self
is A Lone
Abyss!

(and in The
End
It Always
Kills.)

+

maybe some
day
it'll make sense
to
me?

and ill
finally
make peace
with
these
Painful
Memories;

or perhaps
the only way
to truly forget
them all...

is...

(to leave them
Melting Down
A Wall?)

j.stephen.h.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

the cultured savage

the cultured savage.
++++++++++++++

bringing
culture to the savage
one
love at a time?

i've cut myself for
less
and never been half
so
cut.

(as i was by
recent lies.)

now
i
must put on my
teacher
hat because the
insanity

will not make
sense
to anyone otherwise.

love
is a Black Cat
crossing

The Devils
Path.

(and Hell is his
Paradise.)

j.s.h.




in gentle strains

in gentle strains.
+++++++++++

in gentle strains
sing low my sweet/
till my ears become
half-sane again.

my pretty says good
prayers discreet/

(and makes death a 
comedian.)

the world was never
mine to lend/but if it
was i'd give to thee/
true passion's balm to
touch, and mend/
for all eternity!

j.s.h.

when her bleak smile killed me

when her bleak
smile killed me.
++++++++++++++

she held me like
death/when her bleak
smile killed me.

there was honey in
her breath/

(but her
eyes bled cruelty.)

oh life/such kisses
do not mend/but
cut like a knife!

( and seek my
dullest end.)

j.s.h.





regardless that our laughter rots

At such a time the poet shrinks 
from the doom that is calling him, 
forgetting the delicate rhythms 
of perfect beauty, preferring in 
his mind the gross buffetings of 
good and evil fortune.

-william carlos williams-

regardless that our laughter rots
++++++++++++++++++

perhaps winters not so bad...
if it fills the mind with summer
thoughts/beauty from ugliness
born like a bastard to nobility
because of how it's birth was
praised.

(regardless that the fetus rots.)

we danced here once remember?/
beneath the moonlight of december.
i a gentlemen eager to caress/
you a stately maiden in a scanty
shortened dress.

(it covered all your sins my love.)

who first closed that door?/ i find
the question redundant. the door is
closed.

the roses dead and withered to 
their core. and death is rather
indisposed...now.

(not that I hear him anymore.)

and perhaps deaths not so bad if it
fills the dead with living thoughts?/
a pretty ugly tragic thing that makes
us laugh.

(regardless that our laughter rots.)



j.stephen.h.