in spite the villainy of themselves.

In Spite the Villainy of Themselves.

_________________________

(This Is What My
Subconscious Reveals.):

One part loss 

of innocence..

(two parts 

corruption at the

hands of time...)

and three degrees of

Chaos indestructible...

all proven to be folly,

when she sighs words

from that secret place in

her mind, where angels

dance with fools and

lick their wounds till

they become jolly

once again...Laughing

at Pain like Heroes

in Love Who (in spite

the Villainy of 

Themselves)

fine something Perfect

in One Another...

To Save...

and Taste...

and Savor.

I Cherish these moments

when I Bloom for You...

LIKE YOU...

a Whisper in a Voiceless

Room who speaks on it's

own behalf, while drowning

in a Sea of Blind Eyes

who could never see what

lurks behind the Madness

we make of Loves Sweet

Sanity!

I've admitted defeat more

often than Love, and this

often defeats me...

because I 've surrendered to

that innate impulse to KNOW
what motivates a Thorn..

moreso than Some Happy
Rose...

who's cheeks are flushed...

like Snake-berries crushed

into A Sour Wine of
Multi-Seasonal Sorrow.

One Part Salvation Now!...

Two Parts curiosity...

(and eternal satisfaction

in the inevitability of our

Soul's Embracing.)

J.Stephen.H.