tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26326210151806771032024-03-09T17:31:41.178-08:00Dark Rantings.iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-22195604205671831072023-12-04T04:12:00.000-08:002023-12-04T04:12:46.530-08:00Josh letter<p> site: </p><p>bloggercom </p><p><br /></p><p>username: </p><p><br /></p><p>iustita_est_monstrum@yahoo.com </p><p><br /></p><p>Password: </p><p><br /></p><p>13monsters </p><p><br /></p><p>site: bloggercom (or blogspot. Either works)</p><p><br /></p><p>username hennesseejeremy@gmail.com</p><p>Password : Monsters13</p><p>+++</p><p><br /></p><p>Thats most of the poetry and other miscellaneous shit I've written over a 30 yr span. Some who've read it seem to be of the critical opinion there is some Aesthetic Value to it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Fuck who knows. </p><p>Perhaps it's all bullshit?...</p><p><br /></p><p>(Or even-still , perhaps EVERYTHING is bullshit, and that's why much of it resonates so much with A General Reading Audience. </p><p>(guess you'll see.)</p><p>*</p><p><br /></p><p>Only access it if something</p><p>happens though. and message that Sanjid_13@gmail account and type: Triskaideka. (for confirmation or My Crossing and your Identity.)</p><p><br /></p><p>My Magickal Essays will soon thereafter get sent to you by same user: (Sanjid_13@gmail )</p><p><br /></p><p>it'll probably be a ghosted mailer. DON'T try to search it on any engines or it will fuck up your phone.(also Only engage if he engages you first. Speak when spoken to.)</p><p>*</p><p><br /></p><p>I </p><p>Love you buddy. Sorry man.</p><p>I'm fighting it. But..godamn.</p><p>Shits a bit rougher this time. So...it's </p><p>A *50/50 "just in case" type message.</p><p>*</p><p>I've never been one for.. Melodramatic At The Brink of Death Speeches. They seem corny in the old movies, and I imagine they'd very likely fall short in Reality. </p><p><br /></p><p>You mention often that I've taught you a lot. And I'm glad you've paid some attention. Some Lessons are Harder, and HURT more than others, and some only really apply to The Individual in Question. (It's up to you to figure out which is which.)</p><p><br /></p><p>But really kid,..you've taught me Just as Much if not MORE about many things that I personally missed out on in my own youth.. for various reasons ill not bother to list. And if not for THOSE lessons, I probably wouldn't have even made it This Far Josh. </p><p><br /></p><p>I didn't always say or do the right shit, and I don't now. Not by a fucking Long-Shot buddy..but hell, Nobody does. Or nobody I ever knew or know. We're ALL somewhat broken and flawed beings to some degree. </p><p><br /></p><p>What matters is we TRY. </p><p><br /></p><p>We all have to try to To be better For Other and better THAN Our Current Selves. And that is a process that lives and thrives and effects/changes things much LONGER than any One Individual Life. </p><p>*</p><p>It's understandable and GOOD for one to set up *Altars To The Departed.</p><p> But..never for " Altars to The Dead." (You'll figure out the Difference on your own. But, for a mini-spoiler alert: *The Difference resides in Memories.* And how we use those memories in the process of our own Lives /how we treat others.) </p><p><br /></p><p>We All (or Most) have a lot to teach others, and a lot MORE to learn from each other. (and our * Self.*) And it's ALWAYS going to be a Beautiful/Tragic/Haunting/Sometimes-Painful, Neverending Process. To Declare some Dead is to take a Piss on Those GOOD Memories that made you the LOVING, kind, caring, compassionate MAN you're becoming. And YOU did all that shit. (You might've just taken a good note from me here or there and built from that.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Alright well</p><p><br /></p><p>. So much for the " no Melodramatic 50/50 if I'll live or Die " speech right.</p><p><br /></p><p>Love you man.</p><p><br /></p><p>Be good to YOURSELF. You deserve it.</p><p><br /></p><p>You're what Tupac called a "Rose that Grew from Concrete " kid. </p><p><br /></p><p>Something that manages to flourish well in this pile of shit most of us are planted in.</p><p><br /></p><p>TTYL</p><p><br /></p><p>Blood pressure keeps being a cunt.</p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-19052925906277473372020-11-14T16:20:00.005-08:002020-11-14T16:20:56.186-08:00It's Memory went Insane <p> What is that standing</p><p>Behind Me?</p><p><br /></p><p>Fuck.</p><p><br /></p><p>Life is Dead,</p><p>My</p><p>Boots Ran Off,</p><p><br /></p><p>&</p><p><br /></p><p>The Shadows are</p><p>Horny </p><p>For Blood.</p><p><br /></p><p>Take </p><p>Back every nice thing</p><p>you</p><p>said to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>Love is an Ape</p><p>Playing</p><p><br /></p><p>in the mud!</p><p><br /></p><p>(Infected </p><p>with </p><p>The Devil's Leprosy.)</p><p><br /></p><p>+</p><p>Somewhere </p><p>an</p><p>Angel </p><p>is </p><p>watching...</p><p><br /></p><p>watching </p><p>you </p><p>Burn...</p><p><br /></p><p> in vain</p><p><br /></p><p>for </p><p>Causes that </p><p>bring </p><p>only hell and </p><p>pain.</p><p><br /></p><p>There was never</p><p>A</p><p>Truth.</p><p><br /></p><p>(It's Memory </p><p>Went</p><p>Insane)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-84180570191213162732020-08-31T19:42:00.001-07:002020-08-31T19:43:03.844-07:00Remarks upon an unnamed tomb<p> </p><p>Some Remarks upon an </p><p>Unnamed Tomb.</p><p>+++++++++++++</p><p><br /></p><p>Don't end up this </p><p>way;</p><p><br /></p><p>make every moment </p><p>count.</p><p><br /></p><p>Living each as if </p><p>it's </p><p>Your Last Day!</p><p><br /></p><p>(and Love in Vast </p><p>Amounts.)</p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-31293522930317329932020-08-25T22:29:00.004-07:002020-08-25T22:29:49.895-07:00Their eyes are broken<p> Their eyes are broken.</p><p>+++++++++++++</p><p><br /></p><p>Their Eyes are </p><p>Broken , </p><p>and I keep thinking that </p><p>God </p><p><br /></p><p>doesn't visit here much </p><p>except perhaps to toss an</p><p>occasional peanut at the </p><p>Laughing Lunatic Choir. </p><p><br /></p><p>(who's siren song thus haunts </p><p>me still.) </p><p><br /></p><p>Some days I think hope is </p><p>still </p><p>A possibility , </p><p><br /></p><p>and </p><p>the right words or deeds </p><p>could </p><p><br /></p><p>Save Us All </p><p>From </p><p>The Hell of Ourselves. </p><p><br /></p><p>But..</p><p><br /></p><p>more often than not my eyes </p><p>are now broken too. </p><p><br /></p><p>(and my lunatic laughter haunts </p><p>the memories of some poor Siren.) </p><p><br /></p><p>Jsh</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-24518302684609334242020-08-25T22:19:00.002-07:002020-08-25T22:19:18.820-07:00Before you<p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Before you.</p><p>++++++++</p><p>Before</p><p>you ,</p><p>a sad me crept dark whiskey </p><p>Alleys</p><p><br /></p><p>and cursed the </p><p>Heavens Blue. </p><p><br /></p><p>(Because I had never </p><p>walked their valleys.) </p><p><br /></p><p>But now I'm a freed </p><p>Slave, </p><p><br /></p><p>lost in your smiling face, </p><p><br /></p><p>and no longer haunted </p><p>By </p><p>The Grave! </p><p><br /></p><p>(because you showed me </p><p>Love's True Grace.) </p><p><br /></p><p>Jsh</p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-65193719524102340052020-08-25T22:02:00.004-07:002020-08-25T22:13:09.412-07:00Brothers funeral<p> </p><p>At my Brother's Funeral I </p><p>was on enough booze and </p><p>drugs to kill a horse 🐴 </p><p>and spent most of that two </p><p>hours afraid I was going to </p><p>puke my heart out, or shit my </p><p>soul onto the recently Lysol </p><p>saturated floors. </p><p><br /></p><p>Finally when it was my </p><p>moment to speak </p><p>speak I stumbled my way through </p><p>The 23rd psalm and managed not </p><p>to fuck it up somehow. </p><p><br /></p><p>Then went outside and my eyes </p><p>bled tears into what remained of my </p><p>heart lying on the cold gravel ground. </p><p><br /></p><p>(My brother hated the 23rd psalm.) </p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-4811014824319242502020-08-25T21:56:00.001-07:002020-08-25T21:56:02.885-07:00The funeral director<p> My job as a funeral director went </p><p>south pretty quick because old ladies </p><p>disliked my "so a dead guy walked into </p><p>a bar" jokes. (Humorless Hags.) </p><p><br /></p><p>If you got paid to bitch about every </p><p>random , basic, or naturally occurring </p><p>thing on the planet the moment your </p><p>eyes opened I'd be a successful man..</p><p>but sadly the market for bitching is looking </p><p>grim so I need to do something else. </p><p><br /></p><p>Suicidal Standup Comedian, Street Corner </p><p>Castaway in need of change, or perhaps </p><p>Fast food employee are the most likely </p><p>Fates . </p><p><br /></p><p>Godamn...</p><p><br /></p><p>(I wish old ladies liked dead guy </p><p>walking into a bar jokes.) </p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-87610044023229570622020-08-25T21:33:00.003-07:002020-08-25T21:38:10.764-07:00A valley of forsakened stars<p> A troubled water.</p><p>+++++++++++++</p><p>Somewhere in a valley of </p><p>forsaken stars </p><p><br /></p><p>she walks happily by </p><p>troubled </p><p><br /></p><p>waters with a head so </p><p>full of </p><p><br /></p><p>Perfect Dreams no Woes </p><p>in </p><p><br /></p><p>Life could break her </p><p>HeaRt 💞 . </p><p><br /></p><p>(and I'm grateful just to</p><p> Be those troubled waters.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Jsh</p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-8213153456476579172020-08-25T21:16:00.005-07:002020-08-30T16:14:26.828-07:00Just nature<div>Just nature.</div><div>++++++++++ </div><div><br /></div><div>I saw a spider 🕷️ </div><div>Climbing </div><div>towards me and knew </div><div>that I </div><div>should kill it..</div><div><br /></div><div>but my heart</div><div>was</div><div>moved with compassion </div><div>and </div><div>rationalized </div><div>that he (or respectively she) could </div><div>not </div><div>help their spider nature. </div><div><br /></div><div>But</div><div>Then the bastard bit me, and</div><div>a half dollar sized chunk of my </div><div>arm rotted off , causing me to catch </div><div>a </div><div>horrible spider-infection. </div><div><br /></div><div>So</div><div>Now I kill every one that I see. </div><div><br /></div><div>(and rationalize that it's...just my </div><div>Nature.) </div><div><br /></div><div>Jsh</div>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-57512115166094624932020-08-25T20:52:00.005-07:002020-08-25T21:01:17.440-07:00A general Summation<p> A General Summation.</p><p>++++++++++++++</p><p>Breakfast mornings at the shelter </p><p>are a real smash. </p><p><br /></p><p>Between meth-head cat fights over </p><p>cheating boyfriend's who pimp their </p><p>women out for dope,</p><p><br /></p><p>and hobo whiskey jamborees at </p><p>7:30 a.m. </p><p>in the devil's courtyard ran by </p><p>"Ministers of God" </p><p>who </p><p>mostly just wanna cash their pay </p><p>and </p><p>entertain whatever secret lusts haunt </p><p>their </p><p>Hypocritical Hearts of Stone .</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Few roses remain in such gardens be </p><p>assured. </p><p><br /></p><p>But one fine morning things were different. </p><p><br /></p><p>Beauty walked bravely into a den of </p><p>Vipers ,</p><p><br /></p><p>pet all the serpents, and made doves out </p><p>of </p><p><br /></p><p>Snakes with such ease it seemed </p><p>rehearsed.</p><p><br /></p><p>+ </p><p><br /></p><p>She told me I looked out of </p><p>place.. as if I didn't belong ..and</p><p>I said " yeah that about sums it </p><p>up in general" (which caused her to</p><p>laugh at my truth she thought was a </p><p>Joke. )</p><p><br /></p><p>+ </p><p><br /></p><p>I saw her a few weeks later at </p><p>the library laughing at jokes told </p><p>by one of the meth-kings who pimps </p><p>his women out to half the leeches </p><p>congregating beneath The Twilight Bridge. </p><p><br /></p><p>Her Laughter cut me in ways the streets </p><p>never could, and I felt betrayed in some </p><p>way though no promises were ever made. </p><p><br /></p><p>+</p><p><br /></p><p>Later on after a few pints of whiskey I </p><p>spent the night with three gypsy girls who </p><p>sell their fleshly wares to more respectable</p><p>sorts from the Business End of Town. </p><p>They said I was cute and they'd never had </p><p>A Cowboy before so I could come party if </p><p>I wanted to.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oddly enough I never touched any of them </p><p>that night , or any after .</p><p><br /></p><p>and word got around I was crazy because </p><p>the only thing I wanted to do was drink my </p><p>ass off and recite poetry at the non-judgemental walls until I black out...and..</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>(yep. That about sums it up in general.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Jsh</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-26516780126695857812020-08-25T20:23:00.004-07:002020-08-25T20:24:18.822-07:00Stars for brunch<p> Stars for Brunch.</p><p>+++++++++++++++</p><p>I</p><p>woke up late </p><p>had </p><p>Stars for Brunch </p><p><br /></p><p>Then beat my head</p><p>against </p><p>A wall till Mona Lisa </p><p>Grew </p><p>A Crack Head Smile. </p><p><br /></p><p>My cat was bitching because </p><p>the can of spaghettios I poured </p><p>in her dish were apparently not </p><p>to her liking </p><p><br /></p><p>so I tossed that shit in the trash </p><p>and </p><p><br /></p><p>threw down some leftover </p><p>Salmon </p><p><br /></p><p>from the night before that </p><p>I </p><p>Took two bites of before deciding</p><p>that</p><p><br /></p><p>Life's a Cunt and Whiskey </p><p>Is </p><p>The New Salmon or river of </p><p>Lethe </p><p>which washes away all self inflicted </p><p>ills. </p><p><br /></p><p>+</p><p><br /></p><p>By 10:30 I snort a line </p><p>of </p><p>Percocet that could kill the </p><p>Pain </p><p>of Half The World but only </p><p>seems </p><p>to piss me off enough to </p><p>Have</p><p>an Early Beer Lunch followed </p><p>by </p><p>A game of double-bullet-russian- </p><p>roulette </p><p><br /></p><p>Inspired by my dead asshole </p><p>Brother </p><p><br /></p><p>but I don't want to talk </p><p>about that shit...</p><p><br /></p><p>(it might ruin my perfect day.) </p><p><br /></p><p>J.s.h.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-53023888214950850932020-08-24T23:34:00.003-07:002020-08-24T23:34:56.306-07:00Paupers heart to give<p> With Only A Pauper's</p><p>Heart to Give. </p><p>+++++(+++++++</p><p>The morning started out a real </p><p>shit sandwich </p><p><br /></p><p>that grew far worse as the day </p><p>progressed; </p><p>and</p><p>She was out there making </p><p>friends </p><p>with the world. </p><p><br /></p><p>( as I rotted away in my </p><p>Loneliness .) </p><p><br /></p><p>+ </p><p><br /></p><p>Her cellophane-crackle lips </p><p>got </p><p>the whole thing started; </p><p><br /></p><p>but she's also not the one to </p><p>blame. </p><p><br /></p><p>Fault lies with the broken </p><p>hearted! </p><p><br /></p><p>(and how they deal with shame.) </p><p><br /></p><p>+ </p><p><br /></p><p>so when I'm all used up searchin</p><p>for </p><p>a better way to be, </p><p><br /></p><p>(and she quits telling me the finest </p><p>way </p><p>to live) </p><p><br /></p><p>ill likely remain lost and lonely! </p><p><br /></p><p>(with only a paupers heart to give.) </p><p><br /></p><p>J.S.H.</p><p><br /></p>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-89659915143807834512019-10-17T20:25:00.001-07:002020-01-23T00:32:37.427-08:00until we reach the toweruntil we reach<br />
the tower.<br />
+++++++++++++<br />
<br />
Today the sun<br />
is<br />
A Deception;<br />
<br />
(cold at it's<br />
core.)<br />
<br />
A fire that<br />
gives<br />
no HeaT.<br />
<br />
(or flame<br />
which burns<br />
no more.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
Come down<br />
these<br />
winding halls<br />
with me,<br />
<br />
(to see<br />
what<br />
cant be<br />
seen.)<br />
<br />
and shed<br />
those<br />
snakeskin<br />
memories!!<br />
<br />
(haunting<br />
you<br />
in dreams.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
Today I<br />
sit<br />
in stark<br />
denial.<br />
<br />
Wishing<br />
I<br />
could stand,<br />
<br />
and resurrect<br />
your<br />
Yesterday-Smile!<br />
<br />
(that once<br />
had<br />
seemed<br />
a<br />
Permanent<br />
Brand.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
<br />
Walk up<br />
these<br />
winding stairs<br />
with<br />
Me...<br />
<br />
(until we<br />
reach the<br />
tower.)<br />
<br />
for therein<br />
lies<br />
Our Eternity!!<br />
<br />
(Graced by<br />
Heavens Power.)<br />
<br />
j.stephen.h.<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-17306942038636093932019-10-16T01:41:00.000-07:002019-10-16T01:46:33.530-07:00the fixer<br />
the fixer.<br />
++++++++++<br />
<br />
she handed me<br />
her<br />
heart and asked<br />
if<br />
i could fix it.<br />
<br />
(no love, but<br />
i<br />
can break it<br />
better<br />
than the last<br />
damn<br />
fool who broke<br />
it First.)<br />
<br />
then<br />
her eyes started<br />
telling<br />
stories of a careless<br />
storm<br />
blowing across an<br />
endless<br />
Sea.<br />
<br />
and i found<br />
myself laughing<br />
into<br />
the Maelstrom.<br />
<br />
(what could this<br />
mean?)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
and<br />
if i gave you<br />
my<br />
heart love, would<br />
you<br />
pull the "free to a<br />
gentle set of hands"<br />
sticker off?<br />
<br />
it's<br />
really just<br />
a<br />
makeshift<br />
bandage<br />
i<br />
put there to scare<br />
away<br />
angels incapable<br />
of<br />
mending me.<br />
<br />
but i'd understand<br />
if<br />
you chose to hand<br />
it<br />
back before your<br />
hands<br />
start freezing!<br />
<br />
(then<br />
we could dance this<br />
dance<br />
another small eternity<br />
as<br />
I love you in the dark.)<br />
<br />
jsh<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-76664551784051967332019-08-27T18:47:00.005-07:002019-09-14T23:01:44.575-07:00the punchline<br />
<br />
if beauty was a<br />
joke,..<br />
<br />
her eyes would be<br />
the<br />
punchline;..<br />
<br />
the preferred<br />
smoke.<br />
<br />
(or favorite<br />
line.)<br />
<br />
a<br />
<br />
cold winds blowing<br />
in<br />
the dead of night,<br />
<br />
nursing a shattered<br />
Heart!<br />
<br />
(a victim of lifes<br />
parasites.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
i was with her long<br />
ago;<br />
<br />
but..<br />
<br />
she was never quite<br />
with me.<br />
<br />
so alone she was in<br />
hopeless sorrow..<br />
<br />
and<br />
lost within her<br />
memories.<br />
<br />
looking for new dreams<br />
to borrow!!<br />
<br />
( from those formerly<br />
deceased.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
your turn bro.<br />
it doesn't have to<br />
rhyme. just go with<br />
it man. you're a beast<br />
when it comes to thatiustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-74233569901232053732019-08-27T18:32:00.002-07:002019-09-13T23:07:06.043-07:00begging the crowsbegging the crows.<br />
+++++++++++++<br />
<br />
lowly down the<br />
spheres we tread.<br />
where crows imitate<br />
pretty birds<br />
who mock,<br />
<br />
all things<br />
living,<br />
and<br />
Halfway dead!!!<br />
<br />
(and especially<br />
the clock.)<br />
<br />
ive met myself<br />
1,000 times.<br />
<br />
you've met<br />
yourself countless<br />
more.<br />
<br />
more than any<br />
words or rhymes<br />
could hope to<br />
in<br />
those lives explore!!<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
you picked me<br />
thorns and i smiled for<br />
you.<br />
<br />
but..<br />
<br />
we knew that both were<br />
lies.<br />
<br />
the moment was<br />
a<br />
Turn Of The Screw!<br />
<br />
(which sealed the<br />
door to paradise.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
vagabonds we are<br />
now,<br />
<br />
(or<br />
merchants of another<br />
fools sin.)<br />
<br />
with dead eyes<br />
and<br />
bloody brows<br />
<br />
which<br />
beg the crows...!!!<br />
<br />
(to let us in.)<br />
<br />
j.stephen.h.<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-62610905896869845812019-01-10T23:49:00.001-08:002020-06-10T01:36:23.099-07:00What is life?<br />
<br />
What<br />
is<br />
LiFe?<br />
<br />
A<br />
Grain Of<br />
Sand,<br />
<br />
Within the<br />
HourGLaSs<br />
of<br />
ETeRniTy.<br />
<br />
Or<br />
ThinG<br />
Of<br />
STriFe!<br />
<br />
(that could<br />
Never make<br />
You<br />
HaPPy.)<br />
<br />
J.s.h.iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-87911731040992288062018-09-12T16:17:00.002-07:002020-12-05T00:17:39.194-08:00Revelation of the talking headsRevelation of the<br />
Talking Heads.<br />
×××××××××××××<br />
<br />
I awoke to<br />
the sound of<br />
Talking Heads<br />
<br />
who's dreams<br />were stuffed with<br />
DollaR BiLLs.<br />
<br />
And now a<br />
Word from our<br />
SponsoR!<br />
<br />
(A happy pill<br />which KiLLs.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
The<br />
DomesTic<br />
Violence Sky<br />
WepT<br />
LoNg for<br />
HeR...<br />
<br />CrieD iN<br />
such open<br />
WaYs lol,...<br />
<br />that<br />
it was felt<br />
through <div>eveRy<br />multi-VerSe!<br />
<br />
(theN eChOeD<br />
DoWn the HaLL<br />oF yeSteRdaY.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
Lo!<br />
<br />
now<br />
We shall </div><div>sleep<br />
To the babbling<br />
Of </div><div>AnGeLs ,<br />
<br />
(Who's voices </div><div>touch<br />Endless voids.)<br />
<br />waiting<br />
for insincere</div><div>words<br />
From Our Sponsor!!!<br />
<br />
(A heartless God<br />
Grown Paranoid.)<br />
<br />
J.s.h</div>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-42124576622179194382018-08-18T06:26:00.004-07:002021-05-20T19:48:21.957-07:00Jokes Told in my headThe Jokes Told<br />
In<br />
My Head.<br />
×××××××××××××<br />
<br />Last NigHt..<div><br />
I was a tatted<br />
gut<br />
shitting<br />
Broken Candy </div><div>Hearts<br />
<br />
as<br />
The Ghosts of Love<br />
Laughed<br />
<br />
at Jokes Her Eyes once<br />
Told.<br />
<br />
"I cannot give<br />
You<br />
The World Old<br />
Flame!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Or even a part..<br />
<br />
(yet I'll show<br />
You<br />
ways to make it<br />
fold.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
Today is </div><div>A<br />
Tragedy My<br />
Head<br />
Lived Yesterday...<br />
<br />
(Staring into broken<br />
Mirrors.)<br />
<br />
Trying to<br />
remember<br />
how<br />
To Pray,<br />
<br />
but answered<br />
only By<br />Life's Tears!<br />
<br />
(Which </div><div>shall melt</div><div>
The<br />
Future's Smile<br />
away.)<br />
<br />
+<br /><br /></div><div>And </div><div>Now...<br />
<br />
I<br />
have Sore<br />
Eyes<br />
<br />
Dreaming<br />
Of<br />
A<br />
Sacred<br />
Sleep<br />
<br />
The Halfway<br />
Living<br />
still<br />
call Dead;<br />
<br />
and<br />
my<br />
Heart<br />
<br />
Forever<br />
Breaks for<br />
You<br />
Dear!!<br />
<br />
(though<br />
it<br />
Laughs at<br />
Jokes told<br />
In<br />
My Head.)<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
J.Stephen.H.</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-13732931844007681412018-07-17T00:29:00.002-07:002020-06-10T01:38:57.901-07:00Things not to say after half a night with some barroom angelThings NOT<br />
To say after<br />
Half a night with<br />
A bar room<br />
AngeL:<br />
×××13×××<br />
<br />
Sorry about the<br />
Wings.<br />
<br />
I suffer this odd<br />
Compulsion where<br />
I<br />
Like pluckiNg<br />
The<br />
Feathers from<br />
Pretty<br />
Things,<br />
<br />
and<br />
sewing them<br />
Into<br />
Lovelier thoughts.<br />
<br />
×<br />
But<br />
When you smile<br />
1,000<br />
LosT Nights<br />
Sing!<br />
<br />
(to a memory<br />
Time Forgot. )<br />
<br />
×<br />
<br />
And<br />
I<br />
Didn't mean<br />
To<br />
<br />
Dump the<br />
Ashtray in<br />
My<br />
Head<br />
<br />
on the<br />
Pristine floors<br />
Of<br />
Your Once<br />
Clean Heart;<br />
<br />
it<br />
just works<br />
like that<br />
for the<br />
Dead.<br />
<br />
(Who drown<br />
In<br />
Oceans of<br />
Light turned<br />
Dark.)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-68535321082118313552017-10-15T22:42:00.000-07:002017-10-15T22:42:13.712-07:00a sunny beam<br />
<br />
oh love i love you<br />
do you love me may<br />
i count the fucking<br />
way?<br />
<br />
or compare thy<br />
pretty<br />
poisons to a perfect<br />
sunny day?<br />
<br />
who would buy it<br />
if one chose to be<br />
sincere?<br />
<br />
or pointed out the<br />
truth that all of life<br />
is quite unclear?<br />
<br />
oh love i love thee<br />
hate thee may i forgot<br />
the ways to count?<br />
<br />
or<br />
<br />
<br />
compare thee to a<br />
mystery which still<br />
haunts<br />
in vast amounts.<br />
<br />
nevermind...<br />
<br />
(you are a sunny<br />
beam.)<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-53441220070846062952017-10-15T22:26:00.001-07:002017-11-12T15:33:40.861-08:00all the worlds a stage.all the worlds a stage.<br />
++++++++++++++++<br />
<br />
all the worlds a stage he<br />
said.<br />
<br />
just play the greatest part<br />
you can..<br />
<br />
and remember the books<br />
you read.<br />
<br />
(that taught you how to<br />
be a "man.")<br />
<br />
to be or not..<br />
<br />
I AM.<br />
<br />
a collection of Random and<br />
Intended Thoughts!!<br />
<br />
(which save or<br />
damn.)<br />
<br />
all the worlds a stage<br />
he said...<br />
<br />
but lately It seems...<br />
<br />
like<br />
The Stage is<br />
Dead,<br />
<br />
and I<br />
AM Living<br />
Out Dreams!<br />
<br />
(repetitively<br />
in My Head.)<br />
<br />
jsh<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-24237794010086338282017-10-15T19:27:00.003-07:002017-10-15T20:51:12.336-07:00a Certain Tool.a certain tool.<br />
+++++++++++++<br />
<br />
why put meaning(s) in<br />
collective jars?<br />
<br />
to<br />
<br />
sit upon your shelf of<br />
selves.<br />
<br />
how can you reach the<br />
stars?<br />
<br />
(what if they shine<br />
for Hell?)<br />
<br />
abandon certainty<br />
ye<br />
who enter here.<br />
<br />
for<br />
faith is not a certain<br />
tool;<br />
<br />
but cloak to wear when<br />
it's unclear!<br />
<br />
(and most who wear<br />
it<br />
play The Fool.)<br />
<br />
jsh<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-11361219492923215102017-10-15T18:25:00.000-07:002017-10-15T18:25:25.452-07:00unearthing the grave of innocence<br />
unearthing the grave<br />
of innocence.<br />
++++++++++++<br />
<br />
the Mirror<br />
Smiles<br />
at My Frown.<br />
<br />
(discontent<br />
with Every<br />
Audience.)<br />
<br />
as I<br />
Seek<br />
<br />
"The<br />
Upside<br />
Down."<br />
<br />
(To Unearth<br />
The<br />
Grave of<br />
Innocence.)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
and<br />
what of<br />
The Shadow<br />
passing by?<br />
<br />
(looking<br />
in My<br />
Window.)<br />
<br />
It<br />
gets<br />
Hungrier<br />
when<br />
I Cry!<br />
<br />
(should<br />
I Lead,<br />
or<br />
Blindly<br />
Follow?)<br />
<br />
+<br />
<br />
My Soul<br />
has<br />
known<br />
<br />
The End<br />
Before.<br />
<br />
and<br />
will know<br />
The End<br />
Again;<br />
<br />
has<br />
Knocked<br />
Upon<br />
<br />
That<br />
Broken<br />
Door!<br />
<br />
(Unopened<br />
By A<br />
Friend.)<br />
<br />
yet<br />
The Mirror<br />
only<br />
<br />
smiles at<br />
My Frown,<br />
<br />
agreeing<br />
with The<br />
Audience,<br />
<br />
that<br />
I Am<br />
from<br />
The Upside<br />
Down.<br />
<br />
(Born In<br />
The Grave<br />
of<br />
Innocence.)<br />
<br />
jsh<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />iustitia_est_defluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06825597508174124225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632621015180677103.post-3271016800584616762017-10-12T21:50:00.001-07:002017-10-12T21:50:33.492-07:00a letter to the editor of self.<br />
a letter to the editor of self.<br />
++++++++++++++++++++++<br />
<br />
Considering the<br />
absurdity<br />
of your statements sir,<br />
<br />
I must<br />
assume that you're<br />
insane;<br />
<br />
how is it possible for<br />
Anyone<br />
to Live Death in Reverse?<br />
<br />
(would the End not be The<br />
Same?)<br />
<br />
I've met your type<br />
before.<br />
<br />
Silent and weak<br />
though A<br />
Veil of Mystery makes<br />
you<br />
seem Interesting;<br />
<br />
yet every time you<br />
Speak<br />
I Swallow Nails!<br />
<br />
(Without<br />
Digesting.)<br />
<br />
considering the absurdity<br />
of<br />
my thoughts<br />
<br />
i can only<br />
assume...<br />
<br />
that i'm going<br />
insane...<br />
<br />
for how can any<br />
Dream flourish<br />
as<br />
<br />
it Rots?!!<br />
<br />
(does it all not<br />
Feel The Same?)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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