these mornings

These Mornings.
______________

I equate the Days
with Chaotic
Moments that
do little more
than suffocate
My sense of
Reasoning..
as I'm trapped
like a prisoner
in his cage,
lamenting
an Identity
Lost...
(or replaced
by A Dark
Mechanical
Being.)

Tomorrow?..
oh..why that
was yesterday!
A Head game
Life plays so
that every
Moment
seems The
Same!

In Truth
There is
Nothing
but this
Morning!
(and when
I blink it
fades away.)

j.stephen.h.

Fates Dull Knife.

Fates Dull Knife.
____________

The Purpose of
This Write,
is Not to make
Sense...
but rather to
examine the
Senselessness
of A Wasted
Life.

A Life complex,
but relatively
Simple..

(cut short by
Fates Dull Knife.)
_________

While others
find their
Hearts' delight,..
My Soul is
stained by
Endless Night..

raging against
the passing Time,
which seems to
be a Parasite!

(or uncontrollable
Tide.)
_

Nothing seems
important to a
Shadow void
of Friends..

and every day is
Doomsday in
a Head which seeks
the End!
_

Thus Glory be
The Simple life,
that is lived in
Joy..and not cut short.

(by fates dull knife.)

J.Stephen.H.

In Sparrows Woods.

In Sparrow Woods.
____________

There was a Lady
I once knew,
who lived alone
in Sparrows Woods;
She had the clearest
Eyes of Blue.
(With A Heart of Nobility,
Pure and Good.)

Then Upon the Mid-span
of Her Life,
Love came knocking
on Her Door;
and She let a Stranger
come Inside.
(to throw his Baggage
on The Floor.)
_____________

But soon enough their
Love grew Sour,
(more bitter with
each Passing Hour)
until Her once Great
Heart grew cold!
(and crumbled like
A Frozen Flower.)

So now That Lady
I once knew,..
who lived Alone in
Sparrows Woods,
has Darkness in
Her Eyes of Blue,
and Curses All
Things Pure and
Good!
____________

Angels from
their Starlit Place,
could not foresee
this twist of Fate;
or Know the Loss
A Mortal Knows,
when Love turns
into Hate!

(thus most of
them still
Celebrate.)
__________

I took my Baggage
off The Floor,..and
(giving her one final
Look)

headed quickly
for the Door!

(to live Alone in
Sparrows Woods.)

j.s.h.

Only Death Would Make Him Happy

Only Death could Make Him Happy. _____________________________ In My Head I have a Brother who is Dead, but Lives on as a Memory. I reflect (daily) on everything He Said. (which leads me to Question My Identity.) ____________ The Smile on His Face was Painted purposefully; designed to put the Hearts of Those He Loved at ease. Yet I know Now what I had Always suspected.. (that only death could make him Happy.) J.S.H.

( A Eulogy for the living dead.)

(A Eulogy for The Living Dead.)
_____________________

Ignorance is NOT
Bliss..when  ulterior
motives exist beneath
roving fingertips.

For a single lie within the
Heart, brings about the
death of every good
intent.
_________
Here lies a man,
who was always
dead;

who, (in spite of
love) could not
come to terms
with The Hatreds
in His Head.

(and thus infected
once pure joy with
Certain Dread.)
____________

I mourn not his
passing so much
as the goodness
in him that (by the
wayside) went...

for he was truly
ignorant;

and his ignorance
was not bliss!

(but a Lie which
murdered
Great Intent.)

J.Stephen.H.

you never heard me

You Never Heard Me.
__________________

For every moment
you've waited,
Heart in Throat,
Head in the Sky..
wondering where
True Love could Be.

(Wishing it had wings
to Fly.)

I've been Here..
Grounded..
Hungry...and never
sated.

(wondering why
it passed me By.)
__________

There were People
in This machine before..
once upon a Time ..
when Life made
sense, and Man was
not a Beast of Constant
War...

But they are Ghosts now,
alas...those uncommon
commoners I adored!

(and I do not
HEAR them
anymore.)
__________

For each moment
you sat watching out
your Window...
shedding tears upon
the panes,..and wringing
your wrists in agony
Grim.

I Stood on The
Outside looking
In...calling through
The Veil...

but you never heard
me.

( and for THIS reason
 I've found HELL..)

j.s.h.

Once Bitten, Twice Curious. (Double-Damned.)

Once Bitten, Twice Curious.
(double-Damned.)
__________________

The roar of
My Heart has
become a Whisper
of what was,
but will be
no more.

A once sweet valley
full of Life,..
now an Island
Cursed By
Lonely Shores.
________

And to what
Maiden doth
Hell owe the
Profane Honor?

None. For
It was all
My design.

It would be
unfair to put
such blame
upon Her.

(since Everything
I Love grows
Dead with Time.)

___________

I will forget
The Words
once dear
to Me;

spoken from
her lips sincerely.

And Focus
more on what
I Am.

The Strangest
Bedfellow ever
known to Misery!

Once bitten,
twice curious!
(double-damned...)

j.s.h.

A Petty Infatuation with Darkness.

A Petty Infatuation with Darkness. ____________________ She cast her Beam upon me Hopeful.. that I was something other than I. Yet How can I be that which I despise? (why would I even TRY?) ___________ A Petty infatuation with Darkness always lasts until True Darkness Sets. Then comes the "Why's"...and "should haves". (followed by regrets.) Few know the Dark like I do.. or look between the seams to see what Makes man a Wretched Thing. And Fewer still know this HELL I fall into. (every time she dances through my Memory.)

It was Just another End of Me.

it was just another end of me.
_____________________

Made up Beds
will give any
Dirty Room
A Clean
Appearance.

They distract
ones attention
from The
Disarray.

A Torn
Head is
Similar.

(Even though
it's made
a Different
Way.)
________

This Morning
I watched The
sun set.

It closed
another Chapter
on My Life.

My Face was Pale
and dripping sweat.

Then came The
Unnamed Angel
of Demise!

________

I woke up
in a Strange
Place that
smelled
like Bitter
Hearts, and
Dead Smiles..

On an unmade
Bed without
A Sheet..

and Muses
laying paralyzed
in Piles!

But alas!

(it was just
Another End
of Me.)

j.stephen.h.

Something From the Darkside Came.

Something From The Darkside Came. _____________________________- Something from The Dark side Came... not quite phantom,.. neither wraith. To expose the Peoples Shame. (and profit from their Waste.) Ah Humanity,... that plague upon itself.. a starving animal perpetually hungry! (Creator of it's Unique Hell.) More Concerned with Flesh and Money. ____ Angels could not Save me from the Truth they sought to Hide. This Fountain where I'm bathing in the Mysteries of Night! _________ Something from The Dark Side Came; and stays! To Show the People their own Shame. (ridding this World of Waste.) ghost.(thankfully.)