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.

Darlene The Destitute Damsel.

Darlene the Destitute Damsel.

(in self-distress.)

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Darlene The 

Destitute Damsel

in Self-Distress,
floats (like a Ghost)
down Hairspray

Scented Halls.

(in Her Finest Dollar 

Store Dress.)

She feels more

sated and Alive

at Night.

(looking for
Dark Minded

Men to caress.)

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Cheap Makeup

does a poor job
in covering up the

bruises on her Face,..

(but it buys Her 

Soul a Sense

of Sympathy no 

Courage in Life
could Hope to
Steal.)

I find it 

Heartbreaking 

to Watch This
Dance.

(She thinks
it teaches Her

to "Feel.")

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Darlene the 

Destitute Damsel

in Self-Distress,

craves a certain 

tenderness in the
Fists of Hateful
Johns.

(Who see Her

as an Object.)

I love her for 

everything She
seeks to Be.


(yet Despise
what She is
NOT.)

She is a
Living Dead
Tragedy.

(when viewed
in Retrospect.)

Who's Soul is 

surely bound
to Rot!!

(Walking these
Hairspray Scented
Halls.)

J.Stephen.H.

New Beneath the Moon.

Everything is New Beneath The Moon.
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Everything  is New beneath The Moon;
Since Darkness breeds a constant Variety
while the Limited Sun Recycles.
creating Chaos, Death, and Gloom.
(with the bones of Weak Ones tossed
in Piles.)

I cool myself in this Hellish Summer Heat;
(looking across The Field of Gore.)
with a pair of Fresh Picked Angel Wings.
(which won't be flapping anymore.)

And for This, ..my travesty. I shall be
A Silent King upon the Throne of Ages.
On a stage with Misfits ever clapping!
(regardless of my many Rages.)

Everything is New in this Moon Within
Me;
since darkness breeds new variety while
the Limited Sun recycles.
Chaos, Death, and Misery!
(with the Bones of Weak Ones tossed
in Piles.)

J.Stephen.H.