1,000 goodbyes later

1,000 goodbyes later.
_________________

It should
(by now)
be Clear...
that it is
Love (Alone)
which keeps
Me Here..

A Happy
Slave to
Every Wish,
which utters
from Your
lips My Dear!

Your Silence
leaves My
Soul in Chains..
A wanderer
Lost, and Without
Purpose..

Cringing across
The Floor Ashamed !

(Life's Unlucky,
Sad Absurdist.)

Yet still,.. 1,000
Goodbyes later,
and Here
(my Love)
I shall remain!

j.stephen.h.

down here in the endless dark

Down Here In the endless dark.
_____________________

Down Here in
The Endless Dark,
(where Insanity grows.)
Lost Children Play
with Frozen Hearts.
(and Make Dead
Angels In The Snow.)

God Smiled once
upon them all..
but that (I'm afraid)
was Long Ago..

Now He Dances
at The Madman's
Ball!

(where None but
I Dare lead or Follow.)

J.Stephen.H.

The One Who Tears It Down.

The One Who Tears It Down.
_________________________

I wish that I
could Save
Them All..

The Sheep
in This
Machine..

Who lack
A Shepherd
They can
Call.

(To Free
Them From
Their
Dream.)

+

My Head
pounds Madly
when They
Scream..

because I
know the
way it feels..

to be Trapped
In A Horror
Scene.

(Entranced
By Smiles
that Kill.)

+++

Everything
Here Makes
Me Sick..

Till I Puke My
Heart Out With
A Frown..

But This
Machine
Will soon
Fall Brick
By Brick!!

(and I'll be
The One Who
Tears It Down.)

J.Stephen.H.

suicidal hearts.

suicidal hearts.
_________________

Everyone knows Him..
The Man Who Commits
Suicide (in His Heart)
100 times a day, but decides
to stick around..because he
is (if nothing else) a Glutton
for Self-Punishment.

He:The Human Alien..
from "Planet Why"...
who see's Hell in Every
Paradise.

The Keepers of Myth fear
Him,..because every thought
running through his Head has the
ability to tear Down The Machine
brick by brick...until little
remains but a Skeletal Reality
similar to a hologram which can
be filled with New Experience..
creating an Infinite Series of
Personal Worlds based upon
The Desires of Those Who
Think Freely For Themselves.

He craves this Newfound Love,
because, In Love, he commits
Suicide (in his heart) a few Times
Less...since People cease to be
Glorified Animals...
and are Reborn...to wear
the cloaks of Angels...
cleansed by their Sins because
Human is as Human does and
all are Human because...

(we're gluttons for
self punishment.)

j.s.h.

weary of the dance

He grew weary of

the Senseless Dance.

(that Chaotic Two-

Step known as

Romance.)

T'is more 

Untrustworthy

than The Dead.

Gone in Half A

Glance.

(A Memory Frozen

in His Head.)

beneath the cardboard stars

Beneath the Cardboard Stars.
(a re-ViSiOn
___________________

Tonight The
Moon
seems different..

nagging
and
petulant..
like a
wench.

As
I
cower
beneath
the
Cardboard
Stars.

(choking
on the
fumes
of My
Dying Soul's
Stench.)

Oh ..
it seems
"We"
have a
Visitor
Friend..

who has
traveled
far and
wide to
Preach..

Dark
Revelations
which
Reveal The
End!

( Of 

A
Love 

I
begged
My
Brighter
Half To
Teach.)
_

She
Smiled
at
My
Lone
Heart's
Funeral..

like a
Child
full of
Constant
Mirth.

and..
I
imagine
Those
Cardboard
Stars
Smiled with
Her!..

(when
they Placed
My
Body in the
Dirt.)

J.Stephen.h.

The Serpentine Cherubs.

The Serpentine Cherubs.
_________________

I distrust these
Cherubs who
mimic Love
Serene.

(all the while
clothed in
Vestures Dark,
and Serpentine.)

They may Fool
Half of The
Sleeping World..
but..they will
Never Fool Me.

I've seen them
standing by The
Shores..

Screaming about
The Wonders of
A Nameless God..

yet I seldom
listen anymore!

(since I know
that they are
Frauds.)
_

The Voice of
GOD is a Whisper..
which creates An
Endless Roar..

Heard by every
Listener, whether
Deaf, or Standing
at Hell's Door!

(wondering if
there's goodness
left, in He who
was an Angel
Once Before.)
__

I distrust those
Cherubs in My
Dreams..

who mimic
The Voice of
Love Serene..

For though they
Walk in Human
Skin,

Their Eyes
are Serpentine!

(and they shall
Never See Heaven
Again.)

j.stephen.h.

all the devil wrote.

All The Devil Wrote.

_____________

She Sings
Dead The
Sky In OurEyes withoutopening HerMouth..

Four Tailor
made Coffinscontained inOne Bleak Stare..taunting The Beast..

(until I let it Out.)

Now..
Do you See...why Love getsus Nowhere?

___

Hell seems
more tolerableon Autumn Days..

Angel-Head
Tumble-Weeds,and Fiery Rains.

but it's Lonely
Here where I am King.

(A Prison
of Genius No SoulEscapes.)

__

So what if
I can't Sing?

Is there really
such Majestyin Love's fleetingNote?

Life is A
Symphonyof Suffering!!

(and that's
All The Devil Wrote.)

-Thirteen-

This is Tragedy.

This is Tragedy:

When a Broken
Man (Void of Hope)
remembers every
wound inflicted..
but for the Life 
(and Death) of Him
cannot recall Love's 
Soulful Kisses!
(or Why his Heart
No Longer Bleeds.)

The World becomes
an Oxymoron.
Eternal Darkness
Without Dawn.

The Land of Never Tell

The Land of Never-Tell.
___________________

Once upon A
Black Heart Beating,
in a Barren Land
called Never-Tell..
there lived A Man
Devoid of Feeling.
(with Eyes consumed
by Hell.)

Even Cherubs
kept their distance,..
from this Man of
many Scars,
in Fear that he
would thus seek
Vengeance.

(upon
The Dying Stars.)

Heaven Once
Did Weep for Him,
(but that was very
long ago.)
before The Eyes
of God grew Dim.
(and looked away
in Sorrow.)

×

Once upon
A Pure Heart
Beating, in A
Wondrous Land
called Always Tell,
There was A
Man who loved
an Angel!...
Who  fled from
Grace.

(or Fell.)


j.s.h.

(unlikely to
be continued
For lack of
Angels .)

My Hell is Contagious

Hell is Contagious.
__________________

My Hell is
Contagious
you Know.

I sneeze,
and the
World
Burns.

(or Drowns
in Mortal
Sorrow.)

I can show
you Where
The Devil
Hides.

Blanketed
in Sub-Context..

Smiling
Between The
Lines..

Because it
knows there
are few Angels
left!

(and None
of Them can
Touch Me this
Time.)

-ThIrTeEn-
_______________

(the heart is
a dish best
served cold.)

in the eternity of A dying moment

In The Eternity of
A Dying Moment.
_______________

Here
(and now)
In The Eternity
of A Dying
Moment..

My Heart
Bleeds Out,
upon the Wall
of Love!!

(yet Stubborn
Lips remain
Silent.)

I Loath The
Weakness
of My Head,

This Circular
Square Dance
of Joy and Sorrow..

recalling Old
Feelings,

(once thought
to Be Dead)

Reborn as
Hate!

(and Likely
Grief Tomorrow.)
_______

In The Eternity
of This Endless
Dark ..

I beg
Forgiveness
for My Sins..

from The
Stubborn
Angel who
Owns My
Heart!!

(and
Watches
from Her
Vengeful
Heaven.)

j.s.h.

(another one of
my...Perspective
Pieces.)

the forest of the dead

In The Darkness of Phonetic Discord.

__________________________

I've been walking in these

woods forever,..following

the screams.

Wondering where the

Madness might lead.

Last Night they were

Younger...

Blanketed by an

Uncommon Youth 

which seemed to 

be a Razor.

( that no longer

cuts Me.)

They are Precocious

Screams now... 

Mature in Their

Pain, with Bruised

and Broken Mouths..

Dwindling through The

Darkness Of Phonetic

Discord!!

and...Shit...

Shit...

(I really can't

take this Anymore.)

____

I wake up in a cold

sweat with the screams

swimming in my Head..

damn...

It seems as though
I've been in these Woods
forever.

(The Forest of The Dead.)

J.Stephen.H.

to the marrow of my soul

To The Marrow of My Soul.
_______________________

I pulled Cupids
Arrow from My
Heart,..then caught
A Sparrow.

It was Dark
(Pitch- Dark)
and The Path
Ahead so Narrow,
that I did not
See Destiny Pass
before My Eyes!

Yet I knew The
Moment She Left.

(so chilled to The
Marrow of My
Soul Was I.)
______

There are No
Victors in War,
when Love becomes
A Call To Arms,..
and Smiles
(like Trumpets)
Fade,..until you
Forget what you're
Fighting For!..

Battling Sleep
to stay awake..
Because in Dreams
You recall The
Death of Stars!

( in The
Eyes of that Pretty
Girl You Promised
not To Harm.)

________

Cupid Laughs
sadly now, as
I sit Lonely trying
to figure out,
where I went wrong..

and discover
the point My
Words inspired
Doubt,..

which silenced
thus Her Angel
Song!

(that may never
again Be Heard..
Aloud.)

__

J.Stephen.H.

a world in pieces

A World in Pieces. (to be continued.)
____________________________

She Dreams of a Peaceful World..
and The Sincerity of Her Heart
touches something in my Own.
(which is somewhat of a Miracle
considering it was once an immovable
Stone.)

I often think to myself that there must
be Secret Angels at work in her Head..
whispering Golden Thoughts into Her
Psyche. Yet, She is so Unique that I
immediately write this off as a Fallacy.
(thus it's more likely that she is simply
A Secret Angel.)

There truly are no Victors in War.
I learned that the hard way. There
are simply Losers who Die, and
Losers who survive to Kill (for
Nothing) another Day. ..Always
leaving a Path of Pain, and Dest-
ruction in their Wake.

Yet..The Irony of Life is that in order
for there to be Peace, one must FIGHT
for it,..with Words. And it always
begins with the Whispers of a Select
few,.which creates a Roar that touches
the Entire Universe. (until everything
changes.)

Unity..that is the Key.
A Collective Outcry for
Love.

For a World in Pieces,
shall Never know Peace.

(to be continued.)

j.stephen.h.

a brief essay on war and pacifism

A brief Essay on war and Pacifism.

_________________________

I find it somewhat Ironic
that the Individual Freedom
many exercise to Protest

War, (in the Name of Peace) 

was made possible (in part)

by Warriors who KILLED 

Tyrants Opposed To Social

Liberty.

In George Orwell's novel
1984 he said that : 

"Good People sleep 

peaceably in their beds

at night, only because 

Rough Men stand ready 

to do Violence on their 

behalf."

The Sad Reality is that the

World is full of greedy, power
hungry manipulators intent on
suppressing the liberties of
others simply for the sake of
their own gain, or because
they disagree with the religious
rites a given society chooses
to practice,..and such tyranny
CANNOT be reasoned with using
mere Words Alone.

I would love to see a World
where others got along,
and were able to embrace
the diversities of individuals
who see reality differently,
but unfortunately Violence
has proven (on repeated
occasions) to be the most

effective means by which

to deter Social Tyranny.

Those who Fight for Peace

 are (rather ironically) Warriors of

Virtue, comparable to Shepherds

watching over their Sheep, to

ensure that Wolves of Prey do

not feast upon them.

Ask yourself honestly,..Would

the Atrocities committed

by Tyrants throughout History

have been deterred simply by

standing in the streets with"thou

shalt not kill"signs?..sadly

it's unlikely.

When Hitler was killing off Jews,

and those considered "socially

inept" by  the millions, it was

Necessary to call upon Warriors

to destroy the morally bankrupt

soldiers who chose to follow

him, in order to defend the rights

and well being of an Oppressed

Mass.

( which in my view makes

those considered "Killers" by

a wide variety of Pacifist types,

True Liberators of The People.)

I could readily state countless

examples of Necessary Violence,

but to do so would be superfluous,

so I will only conclude in saying

that, At the end Of The Day

we are a Warring Species,

and the rightness or wrongness

of Any Violent Action is

determined by whether we

are fighting to Preserve, Protect,

and Defend the Innocent,

or to oppress and control

the World.

Thomas Jefferson was

correct in his assessment

when he said..

"The Tree of Liberty must

be refreshed from time to

time with the blood of Patriots,

and Tyrants."

So, the next time you feel

yourself getting caught up in the

glamour of A "Peace and

Love" Philosophy of Pacifism,..

remember that there are "Rough

Men Ready to Do Violence

on Your Behalf.

(Someone has to.)

thank you...

J.Stephen.H.\

the broken record dance

 The Broken Record Dance.
______________

I laughed when you told
me rage was a commodity,
and not to waste it on Myself..
as we danced clean spots
on the dirty sawdust floor,..
singing along with Angels.
(sent from Hell.)

Your smile looked cut on
by a Cynical Surgeon, who
(lacking humor) seemed to
posses a profound sense of
Irony.

but Damn I love it when
you grin that way!

(though it often feels like
Love-starved Parasites are
eating The Heart from Me.)

"What do you fear more
than The Broken Record
Yesterday?" (you ask.)

"Well..I am terrified of
becoming a Cliche'. Or
This Madman who always
Laughs!"

(regardless that I cannot
wipe the tears away.)

"Ah... Rage."

("it's such a f?cking
waste.")

j.stephen.h

two romantic comedians.

Two Romantic Comedians.
____________________

As Lovers we shared
our Nightmares by the
candle light,..laughing
so hard it often broke
the stitches of our mending
Hearts..

but as enemies...we weep
at the concept of a Smile!

(and The Surrounding
World grows Dark.)

Yesterday, I was obsessed
with Amorous Wordplay..
constantly seeking new ways
by which to express The
Burning of my Heart.

Today?...

I am a Shadow choking on
The Flames!...

(lamenting The Death
of Love's Sweet Art.)

The Nightmares were always
real,...(just less intense when
viewed from the grinning eyes
of Two Romantic Comedians.)
and each Cut reminded us what
it was to FEEL!

but I fear that now we shall never
Laugh...!

(or Bleed Again.)


j.s.h.

the price love pays

The Price Love Pays.
(to see a pretty smile.)
_______________

Hello Old Love..
it's been a while..
(and it's been Hell.)

but should Hell
be the Price Love
Pays to see a Smile?

(often it seems I
have confused the
Beating of My Devil
Heart, with the tolling
of A Thanatopian
Bell.)

I saw Angels in
The Woods last
night,..

they were
the Cruelest Kind..

who (with the snap
of golden fingers)
killed the Pale Moon
Light!

(and perpetuated
The Horrors in My
Mind.)
_

yet, If Hell be The
Price one must pay,
to see again their
Lovers Smile..
I shall, (someday)
give my all to
To Those Flames!

and Burn With You
My Love...

(if only for a while.)

j.s.h.