wishful thinking

Wishful Thinking.
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My "Wishful
Thinking"...
alas.

(left me
laughed at
by The Stars
from their
Black Home.)

Leading me
to Wonder..

(as I sit here
Drinking)

Is it My Fate
to be Alone?

(rubbing
Ancient Scars.)
_

Did you think
it would be
Different?

(My Shadow
asked.)

That her
Smile was
for you
in Fact?

"Think again
My Friend."

"Thou Art
Beast."

(and it's
only Solitude
after that.)

J.Stephen.H.

dead or sleeping saints

dead or sleeping saints.
__________________

Our Love
goes together
like Wrists
and Razor
Blades..

with Smiles
cast on Gloomy
Days.

To Find
God!

(Without
Prayers
Made to
Dead or
Sleeping
Saints.)
_

Gravity
pulled
us
Together..

but
Nothing
can tear
us apart.

(So Dear
You Are to
my Black
Heart.)
_

You make
me a Higher
Power...

and In Your
Arms I
Know what
God is To
Mortals,

(yet still
Humble
Myself before
the Majesty
of Your Grace.)

Infected with
a Perfect Love
which grows
stronger by the
hour.

(and goes
together like
Wrists and
Razor Blades.)

j.stephen.h.

the hell of it all.

The Hell of it All.
________________

Today, Her Smile
is Starlight bouncing
off Empty Walls;
trying not to Cry.

(Laughing at the
Hell of it All.)

So I try to comfort
Her (with Pretty Lies.)
but she sees through
Me.

(and Breaks my
Crystal Ball.)
_

Has anyone else
been to Loves
Circus, and rode
the scariest Ride?

(which for me would
be the Tunnel of
Heart.)

OR Climbed that
Fabled Tower of
Purpose?

Only to Fall
because of Pride?!

(few Clowns
remain laughing
after Dark.)
_

I can do Nothing
Tonight to help
her find Her Grace...
which would make
the Starlight real
again.

(and Wash The
Midnight from Her
Face.)

I simply stand
in silence, directing
my thoughts at
these Empty Walls.

(which seem
unsettled when
I pace.)

Laughing at
The Hell of
it All.

J.Stephen.H.

The Fault in Our Stars.

The Fault
in Our Stars.
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The Fault in
Our Stars,
is that we
seek Fault
in Them..
anytime
Heaven
Denies Our
Heart A
Wish.

(Unheeding of
The Mystery
To Life's
Design.)

Yet in
themselves
they are
Perfect.

(Crafted by
two Loving
Hands Benign.)
_

There truly
are  No
Accidents.

(Though
Chaos
seems
Supreme.)

For all is
based on
God's Intent!

(and We
are but His
Dreams.)
_

The Fault
in our World,
is that we
often seek
Fault in One
Another.

Unaware that
it's an Oyster
full of Pearls!,

where ALL
are Mothers,
Fathers,
Sisters,
abd Brothers.

Products of
The Great
Divine!!

(Shaped By
Two Loving
Hands Benign.)

J.Stephen.H.

Phantoms of Speculation

My Love..

While I try ridding
my Mind of those
Dark Phantoms of
Speculation which
Haunt me with so
many dreaded and
fearful possibilities,
I am powerless to
The Shadows of
Doubt lingering upon
the walls of my
Heart Tonight.

Is it Madness?
Or Purity?
This Magnetism
Drawing you
To Me, and I to
You?

At times I think
The Darkness
in Me seeks to
Drown in your
eyes of Blue!,
and Die That
Happy Death
most are never
fortunate enough
to know.

(yet during other
moments This
Cynical Beast
Believes that
NOTHING is
True, and I am
merely Killing
Lost Time My
Soul once sought
to Borrow.)
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Either way I've
become Convinced
that One Mans
Art is another
Lunatics Pitiful
Ranting,..
and these
burning rocks
(dreamers
call Stars)
grant Wishes
for everyone
but Me!

(am I the ONLY
ONE who
feels their Mockery?)
_

well...it seems
the Phantoms of
Speculation have
evolved into Living
Nightmares of Hopeless
Reality for me Now..
so there's really nothing
left to do but sleep,
or wake up...or do
whatever it is The
Living Dead do whenever
they have nothing else
to do but abandon such
foolish notions as Loves
Profound Possibility.
so...my sweet..

(enjoy this senseless
ranting....)

j.stephen.h.

babylon the whore

babylon the whore.
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Welcome to The
Land of Babylon
The Whore!

Where the Rich
often prosper from
The Blood of The
Poor.

See her Fornicate
with Every Foul
Thing!

(while luring
Saints into her
Lair of Suffering.)
_

I have drank
of your Wine
at times,

but have never
been intoxicated,
(or impressed)

because I find it
overrated,

(once you read
between the
lines)

and there are
much greater
maidens to
caress!

(who do
not poison
the Mind.)
_

So when I
see you fornicating
with all Nations
who have fallen
from Paradise,

I will turn away
my humbled Eyes!

And look onward
towards the Golden
Skies!

(where Heaven
waits in Earnest.)

j.stephen.h.

These Faces.

Drowning in These Faces.
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I Tire of
Drowning
in These
Faces, for
Days and
Nights on
End..

(with Shadow
Mornings in
Between.)

and
Looking
in The
Strangest
Places,

For A
Love that's
not Pretend.

(or an
Unobtainable
Dream.)
_

The World
(in Youth)
seemed Brighter,
when I was
a Foolish Child..

until I became
an Outsider,
who Wanders
through the Wild.

(Lonely on The
Inside but convincing
with These Painted
Smiles.)
_

The Faces
Consume Me..
like Black Tides
sweeping across
an Endless Sea..

(which is oddly
Never Moving.)

And everyday
feels like Drowning!

(with Shadow
Mornings in
Between.)

J.Stephen.H.