a sunny beam

oh love i love you
do you love me may
i count the fucking
way?

or compare thy
pretty
poisons to a perfect
sunny day?

who would buy it
if one chose to be
sincere?

or pointed out the
truth that all of life
is quite unclear?

oh love i love thee
hate thee may i forgot
the ways to count?

or


 compare thee to a
mystery which still
haunts
in vast amounts.

nevermind...

(you are a sunny
beam.)

all the worlds a stage.

all the worlds a stage.
++++++++++++++++

all the worlds a stage he
said.

just play the greatest part
you can..

and remember the books
you read.

(that taught you how to
be a "man.")

to be or not..

I AM.

a collection of Random and
Intended Thoughts!!

(which save or
damn.)

all the worlds a stage
he said...

but lately It seems...

like
The Stage is
Dead,

and I
AM Living
Out Dreams!

(repetitively
in My Head.)

jsh

a Certain Tool.

a certain tool.
+++++++++++++

why put meaning(s) in
collective jars?

to

sit upon your shelf of
selves.

how can you reach the
stars?

(what if they shine
for Hell?)

abandon certainty
ye
who enter here.

for
faith is not a certain
tool;

but cloak to wear when
it's unclear!

(and most who wear
it
play The Fool.)

jsh

a letter to the editor of self.

a letter to the editor of self.
++++++++++++++++++++++

Considering the
absurdity
of your statements sir,

I must
assume that you're
insane;

how is it possible for
Anyone
to Live Death in Reverse?

(would the End not be The
Same?)

I've met your type
before.

Silent and weak
though A
Veil of Mystery makes
you
seem Interesting;

yet every time you
Speak
I Swallow Nails!

(Without
Digesting.)

considering the absurdity
of
my thoughts

i can only
assume...

that i'm going
insane...

for how can any
Dream flourish
as

it Rots?!!

(does it all not
Feel The Same?)

riding that fabled snake.

riding that fabled snake.
+++++++++++++++

i'm not half
baked,
i'm whole baked.

riding
the fabled
snake;

through dreams of
love
and hate and death.


(felt when i'm
awake.)

+

you
may have
thought
the

world was
round,

but its just
a
Scrambled Egg,

which  Shattered
Into Light
and Sound.

(when The
Actor
Broke His Leg.)
+

i'm not
Insane

i'm
OUTSANE;

a
Puppet
Without
Stage,...

or Demon
of Neurotic
Type

Who Loaths
This Modern
Age!!

You
might have
thought
me One
of Us..

and
Once
I May
Have
Cared,

but
lately I've
felt
Ominous

as if
Hells Absence
Haunts
My Stare!

+

I'm not
Dead

I'm
Undead...

riding that
Fabled Snake.

(Somewhere
in My Head.)

jsh

rivers of denial

ever spend
hours
searching
for the perfect
words?

only to be
made
speechless
by a smile?

or
listened to
the
Laughter of
A
Clown?

(while weeping
rivers
of Denial.)

my hunger was not in vain

my hunger
was not in vain.
+++++++++++++

love..

if my heart
gives out before
it
it's ceases
To Beat
for you..

please know..
that
my hunger was
not in
vain...

because it
taught me the
meaning
of
true loss.

(though my
desires were
never gained.)

i still count
the seconds,..
and they're still
small
eternities which
keep
you far from me.

yet i fondly
recall
the grave-shadows
in
your Eyes.

( they are
the Rainbows
of My Memory.)

speaking of
Hearts..

Nothing
breaks one quite
like
your Face

and i love how
your smile
tears worlds
apart!

( but leaves the
pieces in a Better
Place.)

i wish you
understood how
sacred
you are...

how even shitty
things
seem better in
your
Presence...

you are an
Ever-Shining
Star!

(which leads to
many Heavens.)

so...

if my heart
gives out 

before
it ceases 

to
Beat
for you...

please know..
that
my hunger was
not in
Vain..

and Your
Memory
has
made My
Shadow Life
A
Rainbow!

(regardless if
it Ends In Pain.)

J.Stephen.H.

melting down a wall

melting down a wall.
+++++++++++++++

i can tell
you
what a loved
ones
brains look
like..

melting down
the wall;

his thoughts
no
longer torment
him.

(I wish I could've
read
them All.)

+

goodbye doesn't
cut
it..

when old
conversations
play
like records
scratched on
paper
Memories,..

i've tried
to burn them
all
away.

but they've left
their
mark inside of
me!

(and the ashes
bear
the stench of
Yesterday.)

+

i know
how
nothing
feels..

that blank
spot
trying to be
filled;

yet every
Self
is A Lone
Abyss!

(and in The
End
It Always
Kills.)

+

maybe some
day
it'll make sense
to
me?

and ill
Come to
Terms
with
these
Painful
Memories;

or perhaps
the only way
to forget
them all

is...

(leave them
Melting Down
A Wall?)

j.stephen.h.

the cultured savage

the cultured savage.
++++++++++++++

bringing
culture to the savage
one
love at a time?

i've cut myself for
less
and never been half
so
cut.

(as i was by
recent lies.)

now
i
must put on my
teacher
hat because the
insanity

will not make
sense
to anyone otherwise.

love
is a Black Cat
crossing

The Devils
Path.

(and Hell is his
Paradise.)

j.s.h.

in gentle strains

in gentle strains.
+++++++++++

in gentle strains
sing low my sweet/
till my ears become
half-sane again.

my pretty says good
prayers discreet/

(and makes death a 
comedian.)

the world was never
mine to lend/but if it
was i'd give to thee/
true passion's balm to
touch, and mend/
for all eternity!

j.s.h.

planting seeds for thee my lord

planting seeds for thee my lord.
(For My Friend Cherie.)
+++++++++++++++

how is it that
i ate dirt and
looked into the
face of god?

is heaven
what
you dig for?

a world
beyond what
is preached
by frauds?

(and babylonian
whores.)

without faith
my works would
be dead..

the spirit
in me
spoiled...

and so I
keep it in
my head!

while tilling
this soil

of discord.

(planting
seeds
for thee
my lord.)

for Cherie.

because I can
be dark any day
of the week,
but we all need
a bit of light
sometimes.