until we reach the tower

until we reach
the tower.
+++++++++++++

Today the sun
is
A Deception;

(cold at it's
core.)

A fire that
gives
no HeaT.

(or flame
which burns
no more.)

+

Come down
these
winding halls
with me,

(to see
what
cant be
seen.)

and shed
those
snakeskin
memories!!

(haunting
you
in dreams.)

+

Today I
sit
in stark
denial.

Wishing
I
could stand,

and resurrect
your
Yesterday-Smile!

(that once
had
seemed
a
Permanent
Brand.)

+


Walk up
these
winding stairs
with
Me...

(until we
reach the
tower.)

for therein
lies
Our Eternity!!

(Graced by
Heavens Power.)

j.stephen.h.

the fixer

the fixer.
++++++++++

she handed me
her
heart and asked
if
i could fix it.

(no love, but
i
can break it
better
than the last
damn
fool who broke
it First.)

then
her eyes started
telling
stories of a careless
storm
blowing across an
endless
Sea.

and i found
myself laughing
into
the Maelstrom.

(what could this
mean?)

+

and
if i gave you
my
heart love, would
you
pull the "free to a
gentle set of hands"
sticker off?

it's
really just
a
 makeshift
bandage
i
put there to scare
away
angels incapable
of
mending me.

but i'd understand
if
you chose to hand
it
back before your
hands
start freezing!

(then
we could dance this
dance
another small eternity
as
I love you in the dark.)

jsh

the punchline

if beauty was a
joke,..

her eyes would be
the
punchline;..

the preferred
smoke.

(or favorite
line.)

a

cold winds blowing
in
the dead of night,

nursing a shattered
Heart!

(a victim of lifes
parasites.)

+

i was with her long
ago;

but..

she was never quite
with me.

so alone she was in
hopeless sorrow..

and
 lost within her
memories.

looking for new dreams
to borrow!!

(  from those formerly
deceased.)

+

your turn bro.
it doesn't have to
rhyme. just go with
it man. you're a beast
when it comes to that

begging the crows

begging the crows.
+++++++++++++

lowly down the
spheres we tread.
where crows imitate
pretty birds
who mock,

all things
living,
and
Halfway dead!!!

(and especially
the clock.)

ive met myself
1,000 times.

you've met
yourself countless
more.

more than any
words or rhymes
could hope to
in
those lives explore!!

+

you picked me
 thorns and i smiled for
you.

but..

we  knew that both were
lies.

the moment was
a
Turn Of The Screw!

(which sealed the
door to paradise.)

+

vagabonds we are
now,

(or
merchants of another
fools sin.)

with dead eyes
and
bloody brows

which
beg the crows...!!!

(to let us in.)

j.stephen.h.

What is life?

What
is
LiFe?

A
Grain Of
Sand,

Within the
HourGLaSs
of
ETeRniTy.

Or
ThinG
Of
STriFe!

(that could
Never make
You
HaPPy.)

J.s.h.