The secret that is You.

the secret that is you.
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Once, long ago...
this Secret Swine cast
Black Pearls before the
People;..and The world in
turn became A Trough.
A pit of Sloth, and Evil.

Centuries passed, and philosophies
grew. Evolving backwards while
accelerating lies blindly accepted as
Truth.

And Through all of this.
The Swine Laughed.
(keeping the secret that is You.)

jsh

To: Old Souls in Human Guise. (a socractic lamentation.)

To Old Souls In Human Guise.
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To: Old Souls
in Human Guise,
(seeking to prevent
their Spirits Fall)

We must Laugh
often at the Tragedy
of Life!

Otherwise one
never stops Weeping!

(Haunted By the Horror
of it All.)

I spent My Youth
attempting to be Wise, ..
but was poisoned instead
by Mortal Ignorance.

So that Now I admit
a Fool Reigns Inside!

(and strangely enough
the Gods  proclaim me
A Genius for this.)

Irony!..daily thine essence
humbles me, as I set upon a
noble course, an in turn receive
the opposite of what I was
Expecting!

How can a loser win
against such self-defeating
odds?

(aside from seeing in
each loss the Potential
for a Future Victory.)
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You ask me why I
laugh My Dear...
and Rage against
Tradition  as I
carry bold the torch
of Human History!

why...it is To prevent
my Tears!

(which to the world
shall remain an Endless
Mystery.)

J.Stephen.H.
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Lovely regret

My Lovely regret,
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(Who isn't Dead.)
Let not the ghosts of
Temporal Time wreak havoc
on your Haunted Head!

I'm still Here,
keeping Pace.
laughing through
Frozen tears!
(with a bittersweet
smile upon My face.)

They cannot find it
within their capacity to
defeat us.
Those who seek
(in vain)
to destroy Immortal
Loves Tranquility!

For at the Gates of
Death these Devils wallow
tortured in The Dust!
(as Angels open their
Arms in greeting.)
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J.Stephen.H.

In This. (My Nothing.)

In This. (My Nothing.)
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This isn't the way I imagined
Doomsday To Feel;
like a Broken Man standing
at the edge of a once-round
World, naked and exposed
to the Endless Absurd.
( hoping for more Time to Kill.)

Neither Demonic Legions,
nor Angelic Flocks,
can contend with This Nothing.
An Abyss ticking
(despite the absence of Clocks)
into a Bleak Eternity.
(resembling the face of a Proud
Devil reduced to blushing.)

I think I would be more content
with other Fables;
blown trumpets calling up
The Dead and Damned.
For in This, (My Nothing)
I find only Doomsday...
everyday!
(an irrevocable product of Man.)

J.Stephen.H.