Wednesday, June 18, 2014

That Beast Within Me Creeping.

That Beast Within Me Creeping.
_______________________

I Read it and began
Weeping..
not so much for the
sake of Cliche's,
but rather because
I hadn't been Sleeping,

(a Single Wink
in Days.)

and didn't know
how to rightly
accept That Beast
Within Me Creeping!

(Deep Inside My
Brain.)
_

"Null and Void."

(The Letter said.)

"On Orders from
The King of Misfit
Toys, you must
Return to The Land
of Living-Dead."

(But I've always
been a Prisoner
There.

Somewhere In
My Head.)
_

I tore the Clause
to Shreds and
spent..

at least a Quarter
Century Dreaming..

yet woke up
feeling Great
Unrest.

(Because The
Beast was never
fond of Sleeping.)

J.Stephen.H.








death takes a vacation.

Death Takes A Vacation.
__________________

After seeing Death
on the beach getting
a suntan..

I was forced to
recant my earlier
statements about
it "Paling in
Comparison to
The Horrors
caused by Man."
_

Don't you Hate it
when that happens?..

When Irony Howls
Like a Beast and
successfully destroys
everything you once
Believed?

It almost makes
me dread any sense
of Human Interaction,
and View this World
as A Disease...
that only Death
can Cure.

(well once He
gets back from
Vacation.)

J.Stephen.H.


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

in this madhouse ranting


In This Madhouse Ranting.
________________

Creation and 
Destruction go
hand in hand with
me..

(resembling A
General Dysfunction
one can witness in
any Family.)

and They have their
fights, of course,..
sometimes Setting
The World On Fire..
.

but (In The End)
they always  wind
up Hugging!
_

I seek to learn
Old concepts in
order to Destroy 
them with Newer .
Thoughts..

Because My Head is
A Church where
Shadows Worship.

Giving Praise to 
A Rediscovered
Self.

(I'd once
forgot.)
_

So.. when you
see me in This
Madhouse,..
Ranting on about
The Death of Fallen
Stars..

Remember that
we're all Family..

Creating and 
Destroying..

Leaving Endless
Memories...

(and Scars.)

j.stephen.h.


Sunday, June 15, 2014

ive found my soul-ape.

I've found My Soul-Ape.
__________________

Why..
I do believe
I've just found
my Soul-Ape.

My Unintended
Consequence which
happens to complete
Me.

This Pretty falling
Star with a Sad,
Rebellious Face.

(Contrary to These
People-Sheep.)
_

If I picked Her
Flowers
she would Cry,
and ask me Why?,

I plucked them
from their Mothers
Womb to Die.

So I paint her
Pictures with my
Words instead.

(it seems a
Righteous
compromise.)
_

In this Jungle
it is Only Her
and I.

Along with
countless other
Beasts..

Who search
The Wilderness
Inside.

(and spread
Dysfunction like
Disease.)
_

Yes..
I think
I have truly
found my
Soul-Ape.

An Unintended
Consequence,
that others would
consider Fate.

This Angel
clone who thus
completes Me!

(and Ignores
The Devil in
My Face.)

j.stephen.h.






all good things with time do falter

All Good Things with Time do Falter.
______________________________

Love..
I gave up
long ago.

For there
is more
Honesty
in these
Hateful
Nights!

(than the
Day could
ever Know.)
_

I
put you
once upon
an Altar.

And saw
you as My
Only Purpose.

But
All Good
Things
with Time
do Falter!

( Revealing
they are
Worthless.)
_

Now I
look beyond
the Glamour.

and Ignore
My Unreliable
Past.

Using Logic
as a Hammer.

(which breaks
Your Brittle
Heart of Glass.)

j.stephen.h.









Saturday, June 14, 2014

what lurks on channel earth? (gone is the light that in him shone)

What lurks on Channel Earth?
(Gone is the Light that In Him Shone.)
__________________________

I thought I
knew The
Animal..
but I was
wrong.

Though there
is one on
every channel.

(pretending
to sing an
Angels Song.)
_

Many assume
it was Me..
who first ate
the Apple of
the Soul and
spit out Beastly
Seeds..

but Nothing
works that way.
(ironically.)

I was just
performing My
Sacred Duty.

The world
needs a Savior..
Yes.

(but it also
requires
an Enemy.)
_

Now I sit
here flipping
through channels
Day and Night.

Remembering
a Time before
I was an Animal,

and basked
in the rays of
Heavens Light.

Yet I'm mostly
sitting on the
side-lines..

rather than
a Leader of
The Fight!
_

Man is cruel
enough Alone..
and doesn't
need Devils
anymore.

For Gone is
the Light that in
Him Shone!

(and Dead are
The Angels
He Adored.)
_

So many
Channels
yet Nothing
is on..

just The Same
Damn Animals
Serving as
Pawns.

I would crush
The Apple
if I Could.

(and swallow
The Seeds until
They're GONE.)

J.Stephen.H.



Wednesday, June 11, 2014

A Smile which Deeply Stabs...

A Smile which Deeply Stabs.
____________________

This is My
Obsession..
all that I Have.

So much
I Choke on
Admiration.

(and the Smiles
feel like Stabs.)
_

Have you ever
seen Your Wish
become a Dead
Man's Curse,
before it was
laid to words?

(I have.)

Or prayed vainly
to A Whisper in
The Universe!?

( only to Hear
it's Laugh.)
_

Guys like Me
were Burnt at
The Stake in
Former Days.

(grab your
Marshmallows
Children.)

Now many are
given the Highest
Praise!

(when Other
Fellow Heretics
Listen.)
_

But hopefully
I'll be Long
Gone..

Before That
Heartless Audience
throws up
it's Happy Noose..

and The World
can find Another
Pawn!!

(who's Bullshit
Smells Like Truth.)
_

This is My
Obsession..
All that I Have.

Art's Cancerous
Infection!

(A Smile which
Deeply Stabs.)

J.Stephen.H.









the frown behind all smiles.

The Frown Behind All
Smiles.
___________________

Sometimes
I hate
the Fact

that
I Dream
of what the
World
shall Be.

A Place
reverted
to
The Wild.

(with
Man
A
Beast
of
Suffering.)
_

And I
often wish
I didn't
SEE.

(The Frown
behind
All Smiles.)

Or known
what
"Optimism"
means.

(that
One
is in
Denial.)
_

I hear
The Voice
of
Ruin
Speak


Dark
Wisdom
in
My Ear.

It often
leaves
me Feeling
Weak!

(Devoid of
Hope
and Cheer.)
_

I
Wish
it could
be
Different,

or that
I was in
Denial.

For I
am Better
off a
Hypocrite

Than one
who
"Sees"!!

(The Frown
behind
All Smiles.)

J.Stephen.H.


mother natures pact


Mother Nature's Pact.
_________________

Amusing? how I
(and We) tend to
gravitate between
Man and Beast..
whenever Harlots
Smile. (or Beauty
Winks.)

All Good Intentions
mean Little to Nothing,
when Instinct kicks in
and We Lay rutting..
Happy to Be Frolicking
in Our Extra-Curricular
Love-Stink.
_

Do Angels in their
Grim Severity frown
upon this Mortal Act?

Or are we merely
honoring A less
admitted Divinity,
known as Mother
Natures Pact?
_

J.Stephen.H.


Monday, June 9, 2014

to love a beauty sent from hell

To Love a Beauty sent from Hell.
_____________________________

Reflections..
Whispers..
A Society of
Sightless Listeners
pouring Thoughts
into My Head.

As the chaos..
round me withers..

(every Flower
till it's Dead.)
_

You Smiled
a Razor Smile
that cut me,
deeper than
The Bone.

As I fell into
This Nothing
wishing that
I was Alone.

(so Devils
could not hear
me Weeping.)
_

Memories..
of Better Times..
still play within
My Mind.

They are
The Enemies
of an Inner Peace.

(On Earth I
sought to Find.)
_

You are Here
My Flame,
holding me
under your spell.

Butt it's a
Tragedy
wrapped
in Shame.

(To love a
Beauty sent
from Hell.)

j.stephen.h.




Sunday, June 8, 2014

stranger

Stranger...
___________

I was first
a Stranger to
The World;
who was in
essence a
Mystery unto
himself..

then I met
my Shadow.

(and became
stranger.)
_

Yet I was
not so much
consumed
by Life's
Absurdity,
as I was a
Man who
consumed
Daily The
Absurd..
and spit
pieces of
himself into
That Abyss
Unheard.

(which plays
Music most
Men Fear.)
_

I am Still
that Stranger,
and Stranger
for it..
but not so
Strange that
I cannot allow
myself to admit
there is a Meaning
To this Absurdity.

(which I will
eventually find
looking into
this Mirror
Staring back at
Me.)

J.Stephen.H.



Friday, June 6, 2014

everywhere, nowhere, and when.

Everywhere, Nowhere, and When.
____________________________

I woke up
this Morning
with a Dream
fresh in My
Head,

it was a
Dialogue
between
Brothers,

One
Living,
One
Dead.
_

Hello, are
you There?

No, not
really,

but My
Thoughts
are Everywhere,
and When.

(waiting to
Be Born
Again.)

Fragments
of Experience
denied the
Physical.

(Whispers from
wanna-be Gods
who could never
accept that they
are Men.)
_

What's it
like Over
There
in Nowhere,
or When?

same as
anywhere..
some things
are real,
others pretend,
most scary.

(but all are
necessary.)
_

So what
of Paradise?

What of
it?

Just Open
your eyes
to that Dream
you put so
much stock
in ,and smell
The Roses
grown from
Shit!
_

This isn't
getting me
anywhere
is it Old
Friend?

Sure it
is..

it's getting
you Everywhere,
Nowhere,
and..

(when.)

j.stephen.h.









Wednesday, June 4, 2014

my dark galatea

My Dark Galatea.
_______________

Must I claim this
Wicked Thing my
thoughts have given
birth too?

This Hollow Eyed
Devil who stands
grinning with my
Heart in it's Teeth.
_

My Dark Galatea,
I Love you still,
like only Pygmalion
could.

Let us cease this
contentious train
of contest, and rejoin
the living!

(or at least be
happy amongst
The Dead.)
_

It laughs at me
still..

Laughter of The
Mocking variety
which seems to know
by instinct the best
way to eat ones soul
piece by tattered piece,
until nothing remains
but a Memory of The
Beast you Made.

(though your heart was set
on conceiving an angel.)

j.s.h.





the stench of death's perfume

The Stench of Death's Perfume.
________________________

I'm sitting in
My Haunted Room
Tonight; Drowning
in the Stench of
Death's Perfume..
With My Pen
the Only Light.

(which illuminates
This Gloom.)

The Ghosts no longer
Believe in Me..
(if any ever did.)
though I hear them
down the Hallways
Snickering!
(like pesky little
kids.)
_

Oh, Love..
how my pen
once Bled
for You!!,
and Believed..
that everything
you said must
be "The Truth."

Yet I should
have known I
was merely
Deceived.

(by the phantom
Impulses of My
Youth.)
_

When Morning
comes,.. the
Ghosts will
find a Madman
clinging stubbornly
to the Fables of
His Sanity..still
drowning in the
stench of Death's
Perfume..

and my pen shall
be Lightning!!!!

(the only thing
capable of
illuminating
This Gloom.)

j.Stephen.H.




Tuesday, June 3, 2014

the oracle of selfie

The Oracle of Selfie.
______________

Not being a
Very smart
man..I tend to
speak of Intelligent
Things, in order to
conceal my Deeper
Stupidity;
Then I sit back
madly basking in the
Praise of Others
who Support Me
For  my Honesty.

(I guess I may have
taken a few Pointers
From Socrates.)

The Oracle of
Selfie probably
isn't too thrilled
with My Kind.

Since Thoughts like
mine loosen Minds,
and Kill the Savage
Mystical Market..

Introducing Man
To Self.

(The only One He
Needs to Find.)
_

I Like how Clever
Babblers seem to
Move Things Behind
The Social Curtain;
it increases Faith in
My own babbling abilities.

Perhaps I'll see them
all some day, with Serpent
Faces still Uncertain.

(Of what Absence
They Saw Filling Me.)
_

Not being a
very Wise Man,
I Play the Fool
like a Genius Sage;

and Sit back
basking in the
Non-Existent
Praise.

j.stephen.h.


Who Fell Through a Wormhole.

Who Fell Through A Wormhole.
_________________________

He was an interesting
Sort.

(for one of the Dead.)

Alice's Crazy Brother
from An Inattentive
Mother.

( who Fell Through
a Wormhole instead.)

I'd say People still
Wonder about Him,

and All The Things he
would have said, if
he hadn't met Death
Sleeping In His Bed.

(yet confused Her
for a Friend.)
_

Yes,..Her..
you act
Surprised;

as If Death
for some reason
Unbeknownst
to "Superior"
Man could not
In Fact Be both
Man and Woman!

(hey,..whatever helps
you Die Safe at Night.)
_

More interesting
is that Human Denial
suffered By Animals
who cannot see The
Beasts They Are.

They assume they've
Come from Gods,
or Stars!

Never Once
acknowledging
We Have Sired
Every Wicked Ape.

( Ever to breed
Historical Scars.)
_

Heh heh!
Damn..
Strangely
Enough I
Think I'd
Be More
Grateful if
given a
Worm Hole.

j.s.h.






Sunday, June 1, 2014

the only silent amongst the dead .

The only one silent amongst the dead.
________________________________

My Ouija Board doesn't seem
powerful enough to reach God.
(The only one Silent amongst
The Dead.)

At times I wonder if I'm
looking in the wrong place,
and the answer lies somewhere
in my head?

Other Days I tell myself that
though the world is vast, and
there are likely many; There is
Nothing Beyond The "I Inside."

(For myself, or Any.)
_

The Preacher on T.V. seems to
have a better Ouija Board than
I do; so for 30 dollars he can
send you a prayer, and help
ease your Existential Solitude.

Hell, Ignorance isn't even Bliss
anymore. (it's become the Poor
Man's Food.)


I get reminded a lot of the Glory
of Grace, thought I've never seen
it here, or read about it any other
place but within the tombs of history.
(which has always struck me as
an unknown face shedding infinite
tears of misery.)

Perhaps Preacher Bob can send me
a 30 dollar Prayer, and help get this
stubborn Ouija Board of mine working???

j.s.h.











better scoffed and soon forgot

Better Scoffed and Soon Forgot.
_______________________

Wow..
The Half-Finished
regurgitation of
a Former
(but refined)
Thought!

What was
it about that
Moment?

(better scoffed,
or Soon Forgot.)
_

It Probably
would have
Changed The
World Within.

(Perhaps Shed
Light Upon
My Sins.)

Maybe Provide
an Honest
Answer!?

(as to Why I'll
Repeat The Same
Doomed Past
Again.)
_

Something
touched
Me From
the Sky.

When
I Touched
Back It
Turned To
Ice.

Then Mumbled
Dying Words
not Lucid.

about God's
Sacrifice.

(A Psyche
laid Fresh
Without
Cupid.)
_

Damn..
The Full
Dead Regurgitation
of a Half-Living
Thought!

What is
It about The
Now?

(Best Scoffed
and Soon Forgot.)

j.stephen.h.














the question of my sanity.

The Question Of My Sanity
___________________________

i'm sure The
Question Of
My Sanity
will Come Up.

(when Others
Talk  about
Our Love.)

Until you wonder
if Everything is
Crazy.

(and Inquire
If The Heart
Will Be
Enough.)
_

I can only
say what
I Feel.

(Express A
Love which
seems Unreal.)

And Watch My
Devil Crack
A Smile.

(at Angels
it Once Sought
To Kill.)

_

When they
ask I Will
Say Yes.

(I guess.)

Yes I'm
often Odd,
and Blue.

Yes Insanity
I do Confess!

(Because I've
Always
Been Crazy
About You.)

j.stephen.h.







abandoned by his time.

A Gentle Man Of Lost Centuries.
___________________________

Have you
ever Loved
it All?

Then..

(for a
Similar
Reason.)

Decided
TO HATE
IT?
_

Watching The
World Seated
At A Madman's
Ball.

(Wondering if
Truth Has Been
Degraded.)
_

Have You
seen through
Broken Eyes..

A Truth?

(that wouldn't
leave you
Blind.)

Or found
A Slave
To Youth?!

(who was
Abandoned
By This
Time.)
_

I My
Friend,
am A
Gentle
Man
Of Lost
Centuries.

(who Gives
His All To
Rhyme.)

j.s.h.

_







the smile from that day

the smile from that day.
________________

The Smile from
that Day will
always go down
in My Head as
one of Life's Finer
Moments.. that
follows me into
Midnight Dreams.

(a Smile which
Cut Me in so many
Pretty Ways.)

And Since then?
You have Always
Been My Eternity.

(The Goddess of
Love to Whom I
Pray.)
_

I drown in
Those Sad
Oceans
you View this
World From..

and Hear the
Pain hidden behind
each Bittersweet
Laugh..

but let us
Think Not
Of Doomsday
till it Comes!

(while Hoping in
our Hearts there
will be Moments
after That.)
_

I love you
with a purity
I have never
felt before..

and see you
in My Dreams
walking across
a vast and Endless
Shore..

hands held to
the Heavens in
a gesture which
seems to say:

("all of this was
made Possible by
the Smile From that
Day.)

J.Stephen.H.