The Moonlit Garden

the moonlit garden.
___________

All around The
Moonlit Garden,
Serpents chatter
in Angelic Tongue..

Envious that My
Soul was Pardoned!

(By the Ever-
Fallen One.)

I have eaten the
Golden Apple of
Love's Discord,

(and found it
Wanting.)

gazing across
Hell's Crimson
Shore!

(and the view
was rather
Haunting.)

Yet..what is
this which
stains the Face
of Twilight?

This Beauty
hidden from
my sight..

and how long
has it been
creeping in
Dark Shadow
beyond The
Light?!

(such beauty
I suspect is
likely but A
Parasite.)

As I sit
again in
This Moonlit
Garden,

(where Serpents
once chattered in
Angelic Tongue.)

I realize
now I won't
be Pardoned..

By "Her"!!

(The All Consuming
One.)

j.stephen.h.

the falsity of a love pretend

the falsity of a Love Pretend.
_________________________

I can feel your
hatred from across
the sea..

and (ironically)
it liberates me..

I am Myself
again..

A Willing
Prisoner of
Words,

who shall
never again
be Enslaved!!

(by the Falsity
of a Love Pretend.)

j.stephen.h.

illumination

To become Illuminated means
no less than Refusing to follow
the mindless flock of this majority,
and instead seek the Divinity
which exists in each of us.
(usually repressed by ID tendencies
that dominate Man.)

It's not about a "War between
the forces of Good and Evil.",
but rather coming to the Realization
that both forces are Necessary
and must instead be Balanced.

you cannot free hell from this man

You Cannot Free Hell From This Man.
______________________________

In spite the Angels
Perfect Plan,
She was immediately
damned..

for while you may
take a Man out of
Hell..

You cannot take
Hell out of The
Man!

His ears are Deaf
to Love's Sweet
Prayers..

and as for Soul?
Buyers Beware!

for
I've even seen
him horrify soothsayers.

(by sharing one of his
Mildest Nightmares.)

yes...

The Face of Midnight
(Herself) sours at the
mention of His Name..

as Demonic Powers
emanate from the
Entirety of His Frame!!

So..Fly Away
now My Angel..
as fast as you can!!

For while you may
Free a Man from Hell,
you could never HOPE
to Free Hell from This
Man.

J.Stephen.H.

eternity fades...

Eternity Fades.
_________

Ah..an
Angelic
Farce!

(which
creates
the Devils'
Fiction..)

how I
cherish
it in my
Heart!

(regardless
of the
Friction.)

And were
you there
Dear Flame?..

In that
Opium Dream
of Forever
that I had just
Yesterday?

(oh, but
it truly is a
shame to
know how
quickly Eternity
Fades.)

J.Stephen.H.

the fractured lines

If you read
between the
fractured lines,
you shall find
a Hypocrite
hiding behind
Context..
feigning what
he lacks inside.

Twisting the
Words of Great
Men until they
take on an Original
Appearance.

Few others see
it. because they
are damned by a
sense of Etiquette,
to spare The
Artists "Feelings"
when they should
not be so sparing
with their own.

(and this is
precisely the
reason Genuine
Artists stand
Alone.)

a fatalistic mindstab

A Fatalistic Mind-Stab.
__________________

My Love was
Written on The
Scars of Our Soul
from the Beginning
of Age,

and it's a dance
we've danced for
lifetimes.

(which always
Ends The Same.)

You can love
somebody, (even
fiercely) but at
the same Time,
We only Get That
One Love, which
is Truly Timeless,
and it is a Scene
that has played out
in some form or
another since
Everything Started.

Yes, we choose
our Fate(s)...
but True Love
goes hand in had
with A Higher
Fate Beyond Our
Control.

It is a Thing
as Constant As
The Sun,..Fate
Outside of Fate.
(which Haunts
Every New
Experience.)
__

and I'd say in a
Past Life you
stabbed me just
to shut me Up...

(Or perhaps we
both merely Died
Laughing at the
Same Time, and
decided this was
a discussion best
suited for Another
Life?)

j.stephen.h.

mind slave

mindslave
___________
If you know all
of the Rules..
yet none of the
damn words..
well..you're a
fuckin slave to
some pre-conceived
notion of what
is.

(and ironically
reality could
never Be SO
Different.)

XIII

the sky bled innocence.

the sky bled innocence.
________________

T'was a Cold
Day in Hell when
The Rage began
to Burn.

When the lights
began to Dim.

(and the World
no longer turned.)

Shots rang out
in the darkness..

whizzing past like
electric hummingbirds..

fired by the Heartless,
who kill without a
Word.
_

A small kid who
should have been
in school, (or at
home laughing at
some stupid cartoon)
was shooting an M-16
at strangers beneath
the Dead Moon..
ready to die for a
God he's never talked
to. (he was the same
age as my Nephew)

Sarg. said "light
em up."

so they did..
and I wept.

(then the Sky
Bled Innocence
I'll Never know
Again.)
_

j.s.h.

hammer of death

hammer of death.
______________

thats the interesting
thing about war...
it's drilled into your
head "you're a machine."

so you kill like a
machine...
a hammer of death
upon the heads of
all enemies who
threaten the sanctity
of some greater good
you've never personally
seen.

then your ticket is
up..and you get sent
back into the world..
and told you're "A Man."
again...

but really..you're nothing..
nothing but a machine
walking amongst men.

(with the hammer of
death pounding in your
head.)

jsh

the whisper man.

The Whisper Man.
________________

Low beneath the Desert Sun..
(in a far off barren land)
bodies lay piled one by one.
(victims of the Whisper Man.)

The Whisper Man,
The Whisper Man...
you never hear him come..

The whisper man..
the whisper man.
(no time to fight or run.)

So say your prayers in
The Dark, To whatever God
you claim...

For the Whisper Man shall
stop your Heart, with bullet,
gun, or blade!

The Whisper Man
The Whisper Man...
(Sam, beware The
Hell You Made.)

Damned!!...Damned...
(Be The Whisper Man.)

J.S.H.

some invisible star.

some invisible star.
_______________

Interesting how it's
spent so much time
looking for reason
in an unreasonable
world.

Sharing sins with
those Mighty Meat-
Puppets who feed
their Tragedies to
an Invisible Star.
(oh..Star is it?)

Yeah..probably A
Star of some sort.
The Black, all-consuming
kind that sucks bright life
from the World like
marrow from a rotting
bone.

Spitting back scores
of Question Marks formed
by every Prayer man has
ever Lied. (which encites
the laughter of frauds.)

yet he who laughs
last?

is probably Alone.

(like God.)

j.stephen.h.

nine/eight/thirteen

nine/eight/thirteen.
_______________

9-8-13
Bang..
(he bailed.)

I think
I'm going to
die Forever.

(if the good
leave young.)

A Sad
Clown in
The Circus
of Hell.

(Feeding
Frowns to
Angelic Ones.)
_

I saw a
young man
today who
reminded me
of Him.

His Words
were Merry,
yet His Eyes
were Grim..

staring off
into an unseen
Distance.

(Beyond A
World that
seems Pretend.)

I'm sure
a Similar
Bang is
waiting to
sound behind
those Tragedies.

Another One
Who seeks to
Flee..

and leave
Behind A
Fellow Clown.

(who Dies
Forever Like
Me.)

J.Stephen.H.