Saturday, March 29, 2014

a parody of hearts

A parody of Hearts.
_____________

It wasn't supposed
to be this way My
Lovely..

but I've now
witnessed
The Theater
of Hope within our
Hearts portray a
Parody..

which mimics all
thing real and sacred.

(that I thought you
felt for me.)
___

You were such
a beautiful method
actress..

becoming the character
you admired,
in that pretty summer
dress..

as I played the
Pauper that you
Loved!

(or pretended to
at Best.)
__

But The Stage sits
empty now my
Lovely..

as red curtains
lay tattered on a
floor grown cracked
and dusty..

and No audience Sits
to pierce the void, or
fill the absence of your
longing!

__

So it seems my
sweet that Our Heart's
Parodic melody
shall End in a manner
twice as suiting!

A Tragedy..

(which seems more
realistic to me.)

j.s.h.




Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Beauty of It Hurts.


The Beauty of Of It Hurts.
_________________

it breaks my Heart
and touches my soul
at the same time you
know?..

One of those bitter
 sweet things...like
walking through a
Field of Lemons,
and licking the Sharp
Side of a Peppermint
razor Blade.
___

Something that Should
Be Beautiful..but The
Beauty Of It HURTS,.
because the only way
you can TASTE it again
is IN YOUR HEAD...
and the head is truly the
poorest substitute for those
Everyday Smiles on
a Familiar face, or
Hugs you Never gave,
because you were
too afraid they would
make you look Lame
in The Eyes of Hard
Men with the Apparent
Strength to LAUGH
at EVERYTHING.
(even When it carried
The Stains of Sad
Disgrace.)
__

Sorry..Everything I say
is coming out like a Poem,
because My LIFE lacks
Poetry, and The World
Inside of Me is comparable
to an Empty Novel lately..
that people MIGHT have
watched if it came On T.V.
(with fake breasts and
machine-guns in every
scene. )

Lets Face It!..
(Said the faceless
to the Unfaceable.)
But when the Face
is a BROKEN CLOCK
staring coldly back
 at you who can Win?...

when Devils
Shake the Faith of
The Once
Unshakeable!!

You might as well
Face It!!

(It's always going
to be Lemons and
Peppermint Razor
Blades All Over
Again.)

_____

J.Stephen. H.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Sky Cries For No One.

The Sky Cries For No One.
___________________

What is this
exactly?..
This Monster
that seemed to
appear out
of the Blue?..

Did you
expect
the World
to wait?

Or the
Sky to
Cry for
You?
__

The Sky
Cries for
No One..


It's Tears
are reserved..

For the
Absence of
The Sun.

(which
Never
Spoke a
Word.)
__

Did you
Hope
against
Hope..?

Only to
find a Rope..

dangling in
an Empty
 Cell..

(where
Shadows
tell Sick
Jokes.)

Or Think
The World
would Burn
For You?!!..

(when it
doesn't
even
Smoke.)
__

J.Stephen.H.




Chaos Through the Leaves.

Chaos Through The Leaves.
_______________

The Wind
conspires
Against Me..

The Bastard
Thing..

My Mortal
Enemy..

(sending chaos
through the
Leaves.)
___

I rant and
Stomp my
Feet..

cursing at
The Sky
like A
Madman...

despising this
Disease.

(which seems
to foil all my
Plans.)
____

Mother Nature
is truly fickle..

for such a
Pretty Thing..

Who creates,
and swings
Death's sickle..

Providing
Fruits
of Life.

(and The
Harvest of
Our Suffering.)
___

When in
Hell?...

Do as the
Hellian..

Chaos given,
Discord
Received!..

Eventually
I'm sure it
will calm
down again.

(or perhaps
that is Foolish
to Believe?)
___

J.Stephen.H.

I wrote this little
literary gem after
flipping out in a
borderline Psychopathic
Rage over the Wind
blowing so much
that I was unable to
finish raking leaves
in my yard.

Muses come in many
forms..their horrors
to reveal...






Sincerely. (your Crow.)


Sincerely. (your Crow.)
___________

The way this
Tale goes
Down...
is something
I already
Know..

"Beauty takes
the Crown,..
and spreads
her Wings."

(to fly away
from Crows.)
__

Turning away
first would
be wise..

but I've never
been known
as a Man of
Wisdom..

I am a
Fool who
continues
believing
in Paradise!

(regardless that
My World has
been a Prison.)
___

Fly Beauty..
Far away
from here..

to a Land
where it's
your duty
to ensure
the End of
Tears!..

I'll be safe
down below
you know..

Sincerely..

(your Crow.)
________

J.Stephen.H.
___________

(There is nothing
wrong with Hope
and Expectation..
so long as one
does not confuse
the Two so much
that their Hearts
are met with despair
once they come
to realize the
Things we Hope for
should Never Be
Expected.)

j.s.h.

A Cobweb Dream.







A Cobweb Dream.
_____________

I smell Dead
Flowers..
walking through
this Cobweb
Dream..

As Broken
Clocks melt
down Haunted
Hours..

(and Psychotic
Angels tear
out their
Own Wings.)
_

I ask Love
why She Left
Me Here to
Rot..

She Smiles
and says
"I guess I
just Forgot."

Was Anything
in Us ever
Truly Real?!

"No.."
She Whispers..
("Probably
Fucking
Not.")
__

I could
knock down
these Paper
Walls if I
so chose..

and buy
more worn
out hand-me
down old clothes..

but I can't
live without
the Cobwebs
in My Head..

(They're the
only Certainty
 I'll ever Know.)
__

J.Stephen.H.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Or shall My Soul Be Strangled?

Or Will My Soul Be Strangled?
_____________________

Thus Here
I Stand..

A Spirit
clothed
in Human
Skin..

Torn
between
Animal,
and Man..

Trying to
Ignore the
Beast..

(and let
My Angel
In.)
__

Salvation
waits in
True Love's
Laughter..

As Sorrow
stalks the
Stagnant
Soul..


Freedom
gives
Peace..

while Hate
brings
Disaster!..

(yet both
seem
equally
extolled.)
__

In one
Hand I
Hold
Hope..

The other
grasps
a Hangman's
Noose..

One shall
teach My
Heart to
Cope!

(the other
lead astray
from Truth.)
__

Who within
my Head
shall Win?

The Animal,
or Angel?

Can Virtue
pierce this
Human Skin?

(or shall
My Soul
be Strangled?)

J.Stephen.H.