Farewell Sanity.

Farewell Sanity.
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Ah...Sanity. That thin line
between illusion and fiction
my razor mind has severed.

The point of no return, I
would'nt dream of retuning
from! ( a time barely remembered.)

There is honesty here...in this;
My Reality.

This world of fearless whispers
who would never lie to me!

Thus never again shall I call
upon Loves primitive ghost;
or write petty wishes upon
My Hearts bleeding walls.

One must sacrifice the Life they
wish to Live the Most!;
(in order to evolve.)

So Farewell Sanity...fleeting illusion;
poor mans fiction used to stifle
restless truth!

(I cannot say I'll miss you.)

J.Stephen.H.

my two stones worth

My Two Stones Worth
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There is a Madness in my Words 
which creates ripples throughout 
the universe; like pebbles tossed
into a stagnant wishing well by
mischievous children.

Yet even good intentions are
often laid to waste by those parasites
of the day, who dilute our finer
undertakings with negative interpretations
that ensure our meanings will be seen in
a darker light.

Individuality is not a thing embraced.
It is a threat to those making a
flock out of Good Souls who would
better prosper as collective individuals.
"Give Rocks to starving men in want
of bread!" 

( tis a motto of the slave
masters.)

Opinions...what are those?...why,
they are what countless zealots kill
and die for. Everyone is entitled to them.
(yet death is entitled to them all.)
Just be certain that your own conform in
some way to others, lest you be cast
into the social-madhouse and discredited
as a fool.
(for any new insight intended to see the
world prosper in some way, is first considered
A Doomsday Prophecy.)
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So here I find myself...wasting away
Another day...casting Thinking Stones
into some Strange New Universe full 
of mischievous children .

(who were likely insane long before I
ever tossed my two stones worth into
the wishing well.)

j.s.h.

The secret that is You.

the secret that is you.
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Once, long ago...
this Secret Swine cast
Black Pearls before the
People;..and The world in
turn became A Trough.
A pit of Sloth, and Evil.

Centuries passed, and philosophies
grew. Evolving backwards while
accelerating lies blindly accepted as
Truth.

And Through all of this.
The Swine Laughed.
(keeping the secret that is You.)

jsh

To: Old Souls in Human Guise. (a socractic lamentation.)

To Old Souls In Human Guise.
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To: Old Souls
in Human Guise,
(seeking to prevent
their Spirits Fall)

We must Laugh
often at the Tragedy
of Life!

Otherwise one
never stops Weeping!

(Haunted By the Horror
of it All.)

I spent My Youth
attempting to be Wise, ..
but was poisoned instead
by Mortal Ignorance.

So that Now I admit
a Fool Reigns Inside!

(and strangely enough
the Gods  proclaim me
A Genius for this.)

Irony!..daily thine essence
humbles me, as I set upon a
noble course, an in turn receive
the opposite of what I was
Expecting!

How can a loser win
against such self-defeating
odds?

(aside from seeing in
each loss the Potential
for a Future Victory.)
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You ask me why I
laugh My Dear...
and Rage against
Tradition  as I
carry bold the torch
of Human History!

why...it is To prevent
my Tears!

(which to the world
shall remain an Endless
Mystery.)

J.Stephen.H.
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Lovely regret

My Lovely regret,
_____________

(Who isn't Dead.)
Let not the ghosts of
Temporal Time wreak havoc
on your Haunted Head!

I'm still Here,
keeping Pace.
laughing through
Frozen tears!
(with a bittersweet
smile upon My face.)

They cannot find it
within their capacity to
defeat us.
Those who seek
(in vain)
to destroy Immortal
Loves Tranquility!

For at the Gates of
Death these Devils wallow
tortured in The Dust!
(as Angels open their
Arms in greeting.)
___________________


J.Stephen.H.

In This. (My Nothing.)

In This. (My Nothing.)
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This isn't the way I imagined
Doomsday To Feel;
like a Broken Man standing
at the edge of a once-round
World, naked and exposed
to the Endless Absurd.
( hoping for more Time to Kill.)

Neither Demonic Legions,
nor Angelic Flocks,
can contend with This Nothing.
An Abyss ticking
(despite the absence of Clocks)
into a Bleak Eternity.
(resembling the face of a Proud
Devil reduced to blushing.)

I think I would be more content
with other Fables;
blown trumpets calling up
The Dead and Damned.
For in This, (My Nothing)
I find only Doomsday...
everyday!
(an irrevocable product of Man.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Streets.

The Streets.
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The Streets are
an interesting place,
full of variety;..
Hark! The Happy
Hookers Sing!
(laying poisoned
by the scurge of
Society.)

Dirty young Women
(with filthier souls)
sell small pieces of
themselves one trick
at a time...

"Amazing Disgrace!"
"How indiscreet thou art!"
(No One Here even
remembers the Next Line.)
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Watch Sam The
Sad-Sack Shepherd,
sit mumbling on his
rusty park bench;
talking to Voices in His
Head.

"I believed in Angels!"
(once.) he cries..

(but now I
believe them all to
be Fallen or Dead.)
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"Spare some change?"
Chester Molester asks
anyone he comes into
contact with.

"Candygirl you're My World!"
(until he find another Kid.)
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Taken in the abstract,
this hell could be one
of countless other Hellish
places;..

but it's Your Hell,
This Hell!
This sea of Motley
Misplaced Faces!
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These streets are
an interesting
Place,...
full of Variety.
Hark! The Happy
Hookers Sing!

(laying poisoned
by the scurge of
Society.)

J.Stephen.H.