Jokes Told in my head

The Jokes Told
In
My Head.
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Last NigHt..

I was a tatted
gut
shitting
Broken Candy  

Hearts

as
The Ghosts of Love
Laughed

at Jokes Her Eyes once
Told.

"I cannot give
You
The World Old
Flame!"

Or even a part..

(yet I'll show
You
ways to make it
fold.)

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Today is 

A
Tragedy My
Head
Lived Yesterday...

(Staring into broken
Mirrors.)

Trying to
remember
how
To Pray,

but answered
only By
Life's Tears!

(Which 

shall melt

The
Future's Smile
away.)

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And 

Now...

I
have Sore
Eyes

Dreaming
Of
A
Sacred
Sleep

The Halfway
Living
still
call Dead;

and
my
Heart

Forever
Breaks for
You
Dear!!

(though
it
Laughs at
Jokes told
In
My Head.)

J.Stephen.H.

Things not to say after half a night with some barroom angel

Things NOT
To say after
Half a night with
A bar room
AngeL:
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Sorry about the
Wings.

I suffer this odd
Compulsion where
I
Like pluckiNg
The
Feathers  from
Pretty
Things,

and
sewing them
Into
Lovelier thoughts.

×
But
When you smile
1,000
LosT Nights
Sing!

(to a memory
Time Forgot. )

×

And
I
Didn't mean
To

Dump the
Ashtray in
My
Head

on the
Pristine floors
Of
Your Once
Clean Heart;

it
just works
like that
for the
Dead.

(Who drown
In
Oceans of
Light turned
Dark.)

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.)

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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.)
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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!

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I'm not
Dead

I'm
Undead...

riding that
Fabled Snake.

(Somewhere
in My Head.)

jsh