Beneath Gray Starlight.

Beneath Gray
Starlight.
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Since you are Here,
(holding me tight)
I will not fight my
suffocation;

By the Restless
Hands of
Constant Midnight.

Even if I die!,

for what matters is
we have "this time".
(sharing kisses beneath
gray starlight.)

Your lips have stained
my soul with agony,
yet (for you) I would
dip 10 fingers gratefully
into Fates Acid Cup,
and consider drinking!
(the moment those haunted
eyes lit up.)

For since you are Here,
(holding me tight)
I might enjoy my
suffocation.

(By the restless hands
of constant midnight.)

J.Stephen.H.

(very old one I wrote
when I was 15.)

Sister my Sister. (whem a Hero Climbs.)

Sister, My Sister. (when a Hero Climbs.)

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My Sister is a Beautiful Soul,

young in feature, but mentally

old; who has (on many more

than one occasion) brought me

in from the Spiritual Cold.

The astute observer would notice

the way her ancient eyes change

with moods, and know that she

is a force to be reckoned with.

She is fair, and kind to those she

loves; but also the straight-forward

type who dosen't take shit!

I've broken her Heart many times,

but never has she given up faith in

my ability to be a Better Man;

and for this reason I will always

try to honor her any way I can!

Oh, Sister, my Sister!

Can a fallen Hero ever climb

again that Ladder of Grace?

Or somehow turn the tides of time

back to a Better Place?

when two kids were innocent,...

like kitty and woof woof,

with smiles on their face!

(I guess it depends on Faith.)

J.Stephen.H.

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This is for my Sister Stefani, who regardless of my many faults and drunken

mishaps has never once abandoned me, or given up faith that I have the ability

within me to be something better than what I am.

Love you sis. Thanks.

To: The Children of Atlas.

To: The Children of Atlas.
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To the Children of Atlas,
who hold the weight of Worlds
upon their weary backs:
Do not drop the Globe
just yet, for there is Hope!

No burden is too great when
thoughtful minds exist to battle
the increase of mortal despair;
and Causes become Lost only
when we choose to Abandon
them!

The Path to Noble Deeds begins
with the insertion of positive thoughts
by Those Farmers of Psyche;
(who plant mental seeds which grow
into shared beliefs.)
Yet the same applies to All Sons and
Daughters of Life's Destruction!
(for every battle begins and ends in
the collective-mind.)

Therefore We must hold firm this weight,
till the Burden of Our World becomes
lightened by More Positive Thoughts.

(Otherwise we shall lose ourselves in that
Abyss of nothing, which waits to consume
those who lose Faith in The potential
for Change.)

J.S.H.