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.