Friday, March 22, 2013

Poisoned Bellies and Starving Minds


Poisoned Bellies and Starving Minds.
_________________________

What does one do, in a Society where
poisoned Bellies Feed Starving Minds?
And 80% of the Food in a supermarket should
(by all rights) come with  Toxic Caution Signs?

When those elected to maintain the security
of a Nation are seduced  by greed to allow
the poisoning of this Society, How does one
 protest against The Puppet Masters?

And is it agreeable to assume that those who do
nothing, or refuse to protest, are really saying that
it's O.K.?...I don't mind that 10 years from now my
children might have tumors running through their bodies,
or become obese to the point of morbidity, because I
didn't think it was important enough to critically examine
the nature of my current World!?

If that's the way you feel, you might as well grab a sprayer,
and join in. Keep pumping those insecticides, and injecting
hormones into animals. God forbid Ludabelle the cow doesn't
grow at a dangerously accelerated rate, fast enough to feed
the wallets of the greedy while you suffer.

How many have to die, or become sick before someone
grows a pair, and starts sincerely doing something about
it? The sad thing is it's not even a matter of Wolves in Sheeps
Clothing anymore. Most are Willing Sheep who march to
the wolves with their hands out just for the relative convenience
and false comfort provided!...knowing damn well that they are
lambs led to slaughter.

I for one will speak out against the puppeteers, and no longer
allow myself to be a slave to the tyranny of such false comfort
and short-sighted convenience.

Will you?

JSH.







Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Secret Life


       The secret Life. 
              ________________

       The Secret Life is The Real Life;
       The unsmiling Face behind our
       Happy mask, which grins, yet craves
       the Knife.
     
       A Fool trapped somewhere in his
       own head loudly screaming the lyrics
       to "Don't fear the  Reaper"; while remaining
       silent in his heart,..hoping the Reaper does
       not hear him, or take  the time to listen as he
       wanders in the Dark.
      
      The Secret Life is an expression of Reality
      that others hide from their Family and Lovers;...
      knowing most could never understand such
      absurdity.  (The absurdity of a Love which allows
      you to breath even as it chokes and smothers.)
      
      The Secret Life is Not my Life;...
      I am the unsmiling Fool who's Mask
      was Lost.

      My Life is the gray between
      shadow and Light.
      ( this doomsday device I can't
      Turn OFF.)
      
      Yet Strangely enough my secret is this:
      While Others are happily singing "Don't
      fear the Reaper" drunkenly in my ear;...
      I feel ashamed.
      (because its LIFE and Not the Reaper
       that I FEAR.)
      
       J.Stephen.H.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

And Time is Just a River.

And Time is Just a River.
_________________

There are Things
hidden in the Night,
which tell a story
older than Time.
Sometimes seen
with Secret Sight.

(Spirits from a Realm
Sublime.)

I keep this Knowledge
deep Within Me, in a cave
filled with Better Memories.
It seems to be the Safest Bet.

(to avoid the Sting
of Mockery.)

It's Amazing how
thoughts  become
so Real; something
anyone can Feel.
But terrifying when
they Run Astray!

(and worse if they
lead Good
Souls to Kill.)

Reality is not made
of Concrete Things.
It takes Shape from
the impressions We
Deliver;..Like A
Phantom creeping
out of Dreams!

(and Time is
just a River.)

J.S.H.







Friday, March 8, 2013

Forever or a While.

Forever or a While.
__________

They Sadden Me,..
those Hopeful Eyed
Lovers in Wait, who
speak of Romance like
Optimistic Astrologers,
reminiscing about Sacred
Moments shared beneath
A Blanket of Rebellious
Stars.

For Love is short,
and Good Things
Fleeting!

(leaving only
Memories
and Scars.)

But they are
also inspiring...
Anyone Bold
enough to look
Pain in  the Face,
and still crack
A brilliant smile!!
Grateful for each
second spent In
Love!!

(whether it lasts
Forever or a While.)

They are The
Reason I have
Not Surrendered,
(nor my lent Soul
to Darker Things.)
and allowed my
Heart to be
Dismembered!!

(By The Devils
in My Dreams!)


For since Love
is Short, and Good
Things Fleeting..

(it makes them
more worth
Cherishing.)

J.Stephen.H.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Everybody Falls.

Everybody Falls.
______________

This is One giant rabbit hole
we all Fall down...
(eternally asleep.)
Never to Hit the Ground.

Walrus and Carpenter
would be duly amused..
but their laughter wouldn't
make a sound!
(nor touch that Endless Deep.)

The Queen of Hearts
isn't much for 
words however;
she's much too busy
tearing the faces
off of Flowers,
and bitching about
the Weather.

( shouting curses
at her Mat-Hatter
Lover, who breaks
heart 20 minutes
after promising
Forever.)

I've Been Here,
stayed There,
and rutted
Everywhere!
(never ignoring
Natures call.)

But.. Don't be
scared Alice.
(everybody
Falls.)

JSH.


As most reader of this who are familiar with Lewis Carrol will have already figured
this is a parody tribute to Through the Looking Glass/Alice in Wonderland more or
less.



Saturday, March 2, 2013

The Madness of Loves Ways.


The Madness of Loves Ways.
_________________________

This is How it always Starts.
A glimpse of Beautys Smile through
some smoked peripheral haze;..and
then comes the Madness of Loves
Ways.

I abandoned long ago This Pop
Cultural Craze, and declared that
I would put Logic in it's Place;
but the Irrational Heart Wants what
The Irrational Heart Craves.

(and gets what it does'nt anway.)

It wont be long now, before I'm a full
fledged maniac who's mind can only
lend itself to dream of hopeless things;
for already I can feel the pulsing powers
in me crowd!

(around My bitter Heart where
Chaos Sings!)

This is how it always starts;..
with a glimpse of perfection
that will likely lead to Loves
imperfect End!

The Madness of Loves Ways!

(which I will crave in Secret
till it Ends.)

J.Stephen.H.



Hot. (by the Way.)

Hot. (by the way.)
__________________

Oh yeah..you're hot by the way.
Lovely!..I'm sure you touch dead
Flowers and they return to life long
enough to Laugh once more at this
Hateful World!

Suicide Bombing Birds crash headfirst
into Windows to get a glimpse of your
Face.

And Your devilish Smile incites the Jealous
Rage of Every Angel!

(I admire it from the distance of this
Place.)

J.S.H.



Friday, March 1, 2013

You, My Love. (Alone.)

You, My Love. (Alone.)
_________________

It's You
(my Love)
who sees beyond
the Postured
Veil I wear;

and You
(Alone)
who can
Own Me
with a
Stare.

You, who
makes me
feel more
Free, than
I ever did
with other
Loves who
led My Mind
To Slavery!

(or Pain
eventually.)

You bring
sense to
A World
I formally
viewed as
a Pit Deprived
of Meaning!

and You,
My Love
(Alone)
are the Reason
My Heart is
Beating.

J.Stephen.H.





Lonely sits My Love in Wait.

Lonely sits my
Love in Wait.
    __________

Lonely sits
My
Love in wait,

down  by
The
Razor-Willow
Tree

where
we gathered
to congregate.

I haven't
been
there for
a while,..

but fear
I left
too Late.

+

Too Late
to
banish
Memories
of a
Timeless
Season..

spent
Laughing
like
Maniacs
at
Sad
Faces on the
Moon.

Too Late
for
lending
my
Heart to
Reason!

(that we
will
meet again
there
soon.)

×

My
Thoughts
skip like
Stones
tossed by
Children
across
Dead
Waters.

Here for a
moment,

then gone
Somewhere
the next,

never to be
recaptured.

Here in
This
Prison of
Fallen
Martyrs!

Bound by the
Ghosts
Of True Loves
Laughter!

(those many
Faceless Phantoms
who create
my Souls Disaster.)

+

oh

Never has
my
heart bled more,

than when I
lost my
sweet adored,

and never will
it
bleed again!

(to the depths
it
bled before.)

++++

So Lonely
sits
True Love in
wait.

someplace
better
than Here with
Me.

Down by That
Old Tree
where
we gathered to
congregate...

Now Gone
Forever!!

(except in
Memory.)

J.Stephen.H.




I AM (The Metaphor.)

I aM. (The MeTaphoR.)
______________________

From You ,
(and ThiS wOrLd
of ScArS)
I hide My Feelings
behind clever
Metaphors;

because I cut myself on
The STaRs!

(grasping at Truths I should
not have
looked for.)

This once sweet soul
(clothed in
midnight-skins)
became a Stone;

Life's worst example
of the human
condition.

Cursed to walk Alone!

With a name the angels
dare not mention!
(such as Perdition.)

and Gladly I would
have chosen Fate,
had I known the Grave
I would
dig myself with Freedom;

But now it's too late!

( for the Stars are
dead at the hands of
Heathens.)

I AM the MeTaphoR,
who hides from himself no
Longer.
Opening Hell's Door!

(that could've been
Heaven
had I only been stronger.)

J.Stephen.H.