Tuesday, August 27, 2019

the punchline



if beauty was a
joke,..

her eyes would be
the
punchline;..

the preferred
smoke.

(or favorite
line.)

a

cold winds blowing
in
the dead of night,

nursing a shattered
Heart!

(a victim of lifes
parasites.)

+

i was with her long
ago;

but..

she was never quite
with me.

so alone she was in
hopeless sorrow..

and
 lost within her
memories.

looking for new dreams
to borrow!!

(  from those formerly
deceased.)

+

your turn bro.
it doesn't have to
rhyme. just go with
it man. you're a beast
when it comes to that

begging the crows

begging the crows.
+++++++++++++

lowly down the
spheres we tread.
where crows imitate
pretty birds
who mock,

all things
living,
and
Halfway dead!!!

(and especially
the clock.)

ive met myself
1,000 times.

you've met
yourself countless
more.

more than any
words or rhymes
could hope to
in
those lives explore!!

+

you picked me
 thorns and i smiled for
you.

but..

we  knew that both were
lies.

the moment was
a
Turn Of The Screw!

(which sealed the
door to paradise.)

+

vagabonds we are
now,

(or
merchants of another
fools sin.)

with dead eyes
and
bloody brows

which
beg the crows...!!!

(to let us in.)

j.stephen.h.


Friday, March 29, 2019

On Suicide

On Suicide.
×××××××××××××

There are some Suicidal
Types who (for whatever
reason) become inadvertently
alienated from the world,
and begin to view it as a
Hostile Prison they are
Bound To against their will.

(and so they reason it out in
their tortured mind that it is most
acceptable for one Sentenced
to An Unwanted Life to escape
from The Prison theyre Born
Into.)

+

Theological Arguments against
the taking of ones own life are
compelling, and worthy of respect;
but often fall short of validity within
The Realm of Tangible Proof . (which
is necessary for the establishment 
of any Moral, or Philosophical Truth.)

And for one to say "God forbids this",
is assuming the authority to speak
For a God who is said to be All
Knowing and powerful. (and therefore
should be able to speak for itself
rather than relying on an Imperfect Man
 Or Woman to reveal its Said Authority. )


(to be continued.)






Thursday, January 10, 2019



What
is
LiFe?

A
Grain Of
Sand,

Within the
HourGLaSs
of
ETeRniTy.

Or
ThinG
Of
STriFe!

(that could
Never make
You
HaPPy.)

J.s.h.

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.

(before echoing
Down the HaLL
OF yeSteRdaY.)

+

Lo!

now
We shall sleep
To the babbling
Of ResTleSS AnGeLs ,

(whos voices touch
An Endless void.)

while waiting
 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 melted
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.