Why is the Sky Blue?

Why is the Sky Blue?

_______________

The Boy asked

me about Heaven

again today,..and

(as usual) I didn't

know what to say.

So I did what I

normally do, and

repeated stories

told to me back

in the day.

"Yeah Boy." (I said.)

"Angels are watching

over people..God is Good,

and The Devil is Bad."

(The one responsible 

for Evil.)

_

I cry Alone at Night,

when I recall our little talks.

He brings up The Angels

every time I take him for

a walk; and I feel like shit

because I don't know if I

believe it anymore.

(no matter how much I

deeply want to.)

Sometimes I miss our

simple conversations..

like "where do babies

come from?" and 

"why is the sky blue?

J.S.H.

Barefoot Through a World Reborn.

Barefoot Through a World Reborn.

____________________

There are far worse things 

than death to consider.

Like living several lifetimes 

walking in a dead mans'

shoes. (making the same 

mistakes that serve to kill

the greatest part of you.)

_

I felt the Sanity fade. It was 

an unreliable dream before

my eyes. Something that I 

convinced myself of to blend 

in with this machine of 

Collective Identities..
or a  Puppet's Masquerade. 

(where chaos imitates Serenity.)

_

But the worst part of it all?...

was how many times My

Soul had to Die, before I 

learned to Truly Live,..and

shed my Dead Mans' Shoes. 

(to walk barefoot through

A World Reborn.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Pretty Broken Thing.

The Pretty Broken Thing.
____________________

I sought the Pretty
Broken Thing,
(to mend)
because I Am Broken...
and cannot Pretend..
to feel the weight of
love once it is Spoken.

(so preoccupied I am
with That Which Ends.)
_

I found her laying
on The Floor,
(shattered)
trying to fake a
Smile,
(that didn't
shine anymore)
acting as if nothing
mattered.

Then I felt old
Joys My Soul
once felt before,..
and frowned.

(until we both
broke into Laughter.)
_

"Oh, Go The
Hell away!"
(she said.)

"Why?"
 (I asked.)

"Because you
should have been
here Yesterday!..
Before my Heart
was Dead!"

"Right.."
(I whispered)

(But surely the
heart's death takes
longer than that.)

J.Stephen.H.

Where This Cruel Machine Ends.

Where This Cruel Machine Ends.

_______________________

Someone point me

down The Line

to Where this Cruel

Machine Ends.

I've said goodbye 

so many times..

(I'm starting to

Believe it.)

__

Fairy tales, 

and Old Cliches 

have lost their

sense of Meaning..

Aside from Hell,

and Masquerades,

with Puppets Dead.

(or Dreaming.)

__

Someone tell me

it's O.K. to Cry

for what is Lost..

that Tears of Men

are Acts of Strength.

(and Love has

Paid The Cost.)

_

Or say to Me

"You're not

Insane,..I too

have felt like

that."

Then Bite 

your Tongue, 

and Look

away.

(So I won't Hear

you Laugh.)

__

Someone tell

Me this is Real,

and Angels still

can win...

that Life is more 

than Pain to Feel.

(with Nothing

to Believe In.)

__

Someone point

me Down the

path which leads

to Better Places..

I've looked for

Beauty Half My

Life.

(yet Drown in

Devil Faces.)

J.Stephen.H.

beyond the glass

Beyond The Glass.
_____________
I am a Mirror..
Reflection is
My Function.

It is my design..
To reveal Being..
as A State of Unity
Divided only by
the uniqueness of
Feeling.

I saw into you
when you looked
in Me..

and Our Dance
was simple,
(at first) until the
moment of truth
when each motion
showed Life in all
of it's Complexity.

__

Mirror Mirror
That is Me..

Who is this
  Pauper
  I see?

(seeking to
Be his Own
King.)
__

Meaning has
not crumbled
in the House
of Memory..

nor faded like
smoke before
the Mass..

It simply
became more
Solitary.

(from the
 second
I chose
to peer
beyond
The
Glass.)
__

j.stephen.h.

10 after 4 (the Ode of Anti-Kristos)

10 after 4.
(the ode of
Anti-Kristos.)

FOR TERRY
__________

It's 10 after 4,
so I'm restless;
(as always.)

and there is A
Shadow waiting
outside My Door.

(it's been stalking
me for Days.)
_

Sometimes I
wish the wraith
could speak..

or
(if nothing else)
play Poker at
Least..

but
(Ironically)
it's not
A Very Talented
Shadow.

(So the
Dead Man's
Hand is
All it Knows.)
__


It's not as
easy
as Insanity...

Hell,..
Madness
would
be a relief.

(considering.)

but I'm too
damn Sane
to Be insane!..

I just happen
to be a magnet
for Demonic
Happenings.

(with Evil
Genes Dominant
In My Brain.)
_

I thought it
would be different
if I pretended
not to believe..

but I should
have known
better than
that..

Since Satan
is The Hardest to
Deceive!

(when He
happens to
be your Dad.)

J.Stephen.H.
______
(this is the beginning of
a series which will be a
Poetic Journal written
from the perspective of a
man who is (or believes
he is) the Anti-Christ.