The Hip ones say:

 The Hip One's Say:

+++++++++++++

The Hip One's

say: 

"Tragedys' 

IN 

This Year."

With Brownie

Points

for Trauma-Tales.

(and Midnight 

Tears. )

*

"Wear 

All 

Emotion

on your 

Sleeve."

"With Pity 

Painted 

On 

Your Face."

"but Ignore

The 

Fool Who 

Grieves."

(Silently in 

Their Lonely 

HeadSpace.)

*

The Hip ones 

say:

"Compassion 

is 

getting Old."

"don't waste much 

time on it."

"and 

Leave your Babies out 

In 

The Cold!"

(they'll stay warm 

in 

Life's Pile of Shit.)

Poets prophecy

 A poets prophecy.

+++++++++

they'll attribute 

To me..

A Hearts' Intent.

(My Odd Head Never

Dreamed.)

But will I laugh aloud,

Or gently weep?!

From that house 

of gold..

Or fiery pit?

(In which my spirit 

sleeps.)

+

Kid tested undertaker approved

 KiD TeStEd..

UnDeRtAkEr 

ApPrOvEd.

++++++++

      13

      ___

my words 

are 

not intended 

to sooth.

(but rather 

incite.)

kid Tested,..

Undertaker

Approved!!

(a tragic life 

originating

from the 

evolution of

parasites.)

=

the machine 

eats

our inner 

feelings..

chews them 

up,

and spits

out

dreadful 

"things"...

CREATING

A

Fascination 

with

Death and 

KILLING!

(detached 

from

Human 

Suffering.)

+++

there is

no shame 

in the blame

game.

Though

it's 

easy for

Heaven's

Propagandists

to 

make 

one feel

responsible

for 

God's 

OwN 

mAd 

Inventions.

yet, in 

the 

end its 

all

the 

Same!!

A Road 

To Hell!!

(paved 

WITHOUT

Intentions.)

+

My 

words

were never 

meant to 

Soothe.

(but kill

instead)

Kid tested,

Undertaker 

Approved !!I

(to rid

These 

Parasites

From

My head.)

j.s.h

Tinfoil heart

Dear Flame,

Did you think
it
was smart?

To paint your
Sacred
Angel Name,

across my
the surface
of my Tin
Foil HearT!

Then try to
put
The Blame

upon those
Shadows in me
DaRk!

+

he woke to the scent

he woke to the scent.
+++++++++++++

he woke to the scent
of freshly slaughtered
dreams;

head spinning in awkward
angles against the
backdrop of his frame.

is there a
cure for all these screams!?

(or external cause to
blame?)

+

the mirror is not
an
honest source of
reflection;

it is a sycophant
relaying what you
hope to see.

while
pushing you in
the
wrong direction!!


(corrupting most
of memory.)

+

was it always a
cluster-fuck
like this?
(he wonders.)

chaos courting a
facade of  tranquility?;

fables promising
endless bliss!!

(in exchange for
liberty.)

+

he goes to sleep
with the promise of
nightmares;

head stuffed with
haunted
shadow-stones,

which once heard
the
Harmony of The
Spheres!!!

(but became a closet
full of bones.)

j.s.h.

a world within a world

a world within a world.
++++++++++++++

its a world within a
world,

creating new worlds
that 

will likely repeat shit
even

when eternity has
lost

it's sense of
being!

+

eh,

no man,
its a

hamster ball
full

of

Brains going
in

whatever backforward

fashion

you so choose.

( or

they

choose for you.)

+

i doubt that.

theres been a 

break in the bell.

it tolls for 

itself now.

(and never hears

its instructions not

to self destruct.)

bang! bang! bang!

(or flip the broken record,
and play whats on the Otherside.)

j.s.h.

during the construction of this verse

during the
construction of
this verse...
+++++++++++++

No feelings
were
Hurt during
the
Construction
of
This verse.

Just kidding!

Everyone
cried
Themselves to
Death.

(Then Laughed
Ironically 

from
Their Hearse.)

+

I've come
a
long way

(from
Nowhere)

to
get back to
The
Somewhere

I
was
at.

Where
Your Smile
Remained

My
Yesterday.

and
i wasn't madder
than
a fucking
Hatter!

(without his
sanity-hat.)

+

shit...

just Look
away

love,

before its too
late!

these robots
aren't so great
at hugs,

and
destroy the
Humans

They create!!

(because our
blood to them
is drugs.)

+

No souls were
lost during the
construction of
this verse;

just kidding...
Mine Was!!!


(but i only
cry now from
my hearse.)

j.stephen.h.

(with a bit of
help from my
imaginary frienemies.)