death it does not compromise.

The Dead, (They Do
Not Compromise.)
________________________

Oh..it Truly is
No Mystery,
that I am The
Mate of Misery!

A Paradigm of
Chaos Thus!

(with Endless
Rage Inside of
Me.)

I've Broken
Pretty Angel
Hearts,..slain
100 Men at
War, and Torn
The Minds of
Saints Apart!

(yet forgotten
what I'm Fighting
For.)

Thus Demons
duck their Prideful
Heads,
when they see me
passing by..

For they KNOW
you cannot Kill
The Dead!!

(and The Dead
They Do Not
Compromise.)

j.stephen.h.

why fight a crimson noose?

Why fight a Crimson Noose.
____________________

Why fight
A Crimson
Noose
this tight..

With gangly
Arms so
frail?

Or pretend
to Love A
Summer's Night.

When Your
Heart
Freezes In
A Solitary
Hell!!

(in Want
of Genuine
Light.)
__

Why
Pretend The
Meaning seems
Clear?..

after singing
A Song like
"Mocking-
Bird Suicide,"

for all The
World to
Hear!!

The
answer
Differs
each time
I ask..

sometimes
I cry...

(other times
Laugh.)

and always
wonder if
there's more
Horror than
Humor in that!

( as
The Crimson
Noose just
Tightens.)

j.stephen.h.

I Am Thirteen

I AM/Thirteen.
_________

He (it) is
an aspect of
My Shadow
that I have
(so far)
failed at
integrating
with my
Personality
in any positive,
Meaningful Way.

It's quite the
opposite of
Meaning in fact.
It is Absurdity..
Chaos..and Burning
Rage which often
suffocates The
Heart and leaves
it pounding furiously
in My Throat..
until My Vision
Blurs..and The
World around Me
becomes a Black
and White Scene
reminiscent of A
Classic Horror
movie,..in which
the terror seems
increased by Life's
lack of Color.

Thirteen was
Beaten Into Me..
and became my
Only Protector..
but he eventually
took on a life of
His Own...coming
out at the most
unexpected of times
to destroy the few
good things I ever
strived for.

It is The Source
of My Perspective..
when you read
about Darkness,
Phantoms, and Demons
hiding behind The
Smiles of Angelic
Doppelgangers with
Devil Hearts..who
know the best way
to Stain One's Soul with
The Madness of a
Kiss!!

Thirteen is..
consuming me..
and I am..
soon to be...
Lost...

I am..

THIRTEEN.


J.S.H. (XIII?)

Into Another Eternity.

Into Another Eternity.
_______________________

Ah..Life...
A Cherry
Bowl of
Tragedies..

Spoonfed
to Walking
Suicides.

(who no
longer
remember
why they
Breath.)

With Chaos
The "Reason"
Everything
Happens For.

I was
Brave..
and Spit
out The
Seed..

only to
Be Reborn!!

(into another
Eternity.)

J.Stephen.H.
__________


alas..
short, sweet,
and Pointless..

what better
way to get
ones point
across..?

I would wish
you Good
Morning,

but my
Yesterday
has not
ended..

and Eternity
(with each
Moment)
is Lost!!

(because of
the Angel I
befriended.)
__

XIII

even in hell

Even in Hell.
_______________

Even in Hell,
his Eyes remain
stuck on Heaven,..
constantly Plotting,..
and scheming,...
pondering The Most
Absurd Approach.
(to get back In.)

The Apes have
not seen his
Desolation,..
nor skimmed
even The Surface
of that Well Insanity!,..
while sitting long
hours in Contemplation.

(Debating The Truth
of Reality.)

He retained His
Pride before,
during, and after
The Fall..
Ears burning with
detached Voices
from A Restless
Void..
Hoping in that Hole
(once resembling
A Heart) He could
Destroy The Puppets
One and All!!

(but God it seems
grew Paranoid.)

The Apes possess
a Freedom which
they use to enslave
Other Monkeys, who
are Lessers in The
Concrete Kingdom;
He understands their
Ignoble Urge,..
and feeds The impulses
of Those Heathen!
(who seem at late
to Require This Morbid
Purge.)

Yet, (even in Hell)
Heaven remains his
Fondest Enemy..
(and Only Regret.)
A Stain that Time
could never Wash
from The Fabrics
of His Memory!!

A Paradise given
to The "Apes"!!!

(who began as
Dreams Within
His Head.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Power Of Grief.

There is no Time Limit
on Grief,..but The power
of Loss seems to make
every moment Timeless.
A Dungeon where repetitive
thoughts swarm around
in The Mind, stinging
Your Heart like Angry Bees...
and you try your damndest
to find comfort in well
intended cliche's like
"they're in a better place."
or "They are watching
over you."

Yet, in Reality, you feel
Empty.

the crooked path of no tomorrow

The Crooked Path of No Tomorrow.

____________________

Lo..tis hard to
recall the Light
which Shone..

when the Face
You see in That Mirror 
of Sleep
is not Your Own!

Yet easier thus..
to weep.

(when Crying
In There Alone.)

Today is a
Dream,...empty 
and Hollow..

A Dried
Up Stream..!!!!

which ensures
more Nightmares
soon shall Follow!

(The Crooked
Path of No Tomorrow.)

Everyday I
stare This Myth
in the Face..

then I brush
it's teeth and
shave..

ready to face
some Brave New
World!

(which seems
at Best A
Masquerade.)

Lo...tis hard
to recall The Light 
that Shone..

when the Soul
Within You 
DO not Own..

but  it's
easier  thus
(in Dreams)
to Die!!!!!

(when Facing
The Nightmare
of Life Alone.)

j.stephen.h.

The Silent Protest.

The Silent Protest.
_________________

I've questioned Sanity
so often that The Voices
No Longer Listen,..and
I'm Trapped in My Empty
Head..A Prisoner to
Their Silent Protests.

My Life feels like
A Strange Poem
that I cannot seem to
Proofread,.. (or Edit.)
Full of countless Dull,
and Interesting Characters
who are all contributors
in the Construction of
My Odd Experience.

This Morning was
a Dream I had...Caught
somewhere between
Chaos and meaning..
Laughing at The Shadow
Puppets of My Heart..
because I know the
Grim Alternative.

(drowning forever
in The Tears of This
World.)

Love Visits occasionally
to Break the Monotony
of it All..but it's always
the kind of Love which
cuts more than it mends,
(for whatever reason.)
leaving me a little bit
crazier, and a Lot more
Lost.

(with One Voice
less,..to join The
Protest.)

J.Stephen.H.

once upon a yesterday's tragedy

Once Upon A Yesterday Tragedy.
______________________

Once upon a
Yesterday's
Tragedy,

there was
You, and
Half of Me.

Two Minds
Sharing The
same Reality.

(content with
Their Hearts
Captivity.)
_

Oh My Love,..
are you afraid
to Die?

To see again
The Mortal
End,..

knowing damn
well it's In Our
Mind!!

(Since Life is
mere Pretend.)
_

Once upon
a Yesterday
Romance,

I saw you
Standing by
the Sea,

Arms
outstretched
in A Beautiful
Dance,

Waving your
Angel Hand
at Me,..

but then you
were Gone in
Half A Glance!

(along with
Destiny.)

_

So now,
(upon My
Future's
Weeping)

I feel a
Darkness
in Me
Creeping,..

Blacker than
any Shadow
I have ever
seen before!

( or Created
in My Head
While Dreaming.)

and The Stars,
My Love...

Those FUCKING
STARS!!!!

(They Shine..
No More.)

J.Stephen.H.