you know its life

you know its life.
____________

You Know it's
Life..

when the Tears
are Dead and
Dried..

(except as
Memories in
Your Mind.)

and you
calculate each
misconception.

(Wishing you
were Blind.)

Love and
Sanity don't
Mix..

once True
Madness
Unmasks
Those Pretty
Delusions..

to Expose an
Ugly Crucifix!

(which you
nail yourself
upon to hide
Your Souls
Confusion.)

You know
it's Life..
when Death
seems to
Invite The
Best of Men
To Dinner
for a Game of
Chess..

and All
are Fools,
or (Ironically)
The Sorest
Winners!

(who Die
before They
Have A
Chance to
Weep or
Self-Confess.)

Yeah...
it's Life..
and I'm
A Madman
in Love With
It All...

Because Death
is a Poser who
wears The Cloak
of Memories like
a Knife..

(Or Tragic Clown.)

Always Laughing...

(as Our World
turns Upside
Down.)

J.S.H.

who smiles through every tear.

Who Smiles Through Every Tear.
________________________

Who wants to
Rant at Walls,
when The Bastards
have no Ears?

Come My Dear..
let me Show you
Finer Treasures
Here.

I am Misery..
insisting on an
Audience To
My Ranting..

Heed me..
and Be Saved!

(from another
Day's Monotony.)

And what Pretty
Eyes you Have
Sweet Death..

The Better to
Laugh at Me!

(I suspect.)

It must be easy
Being You..

How They
Cower in
Respect!

(and pay
their Proper
Dues.)

But..
who wants
to Rant at
These Bastards
Walls..

Come Love..
let us seek an
Exit From Here.

For I am
Misery..

and You..
My Company.

(Who Smiles
Through Every
Tear.)

J.Stephen.H.

untouchable

Untouchable.
______________

Don't you know
I am Untouchable?

That the Gods
of Verse do Favor
Me?

A Machine now
Indestructible!

(which Fuels
The World with
Poetry.)

Saints and
Devils
step aside..

when I enter
Pretty Starlit
Rooms..

Because they
Know My
Head is
Occupied
with Thoughts
that Mark Their
Doom!

I can make
A Monster
Cry..

A Martyr
Laugh..

A Demon
Weep.

Or Sing
A Hangman's
Lullabye!

(which puts
the World
To Sleep.)

Don't you
know I am
Untouchable?

That The
Universe is
Of One Will?

A Machine
now Indestructible!!

(and The
Gods are
Laughing
Still.)

J.Stephen.H.

feed the world my nightmares

Feeding The World My Nightmares.
_________________________

I considered
the
Rehash quite
Important..

assumed it
would
set A Golden
Theme..

Yet Love
(I'm afraid)
must be
Aborted.

(or Written
Off as A
Dream.)

+

Angels Play
their merry
Harp-Strings..

Everywhere
but Here.

(it seems.)

As Secret
Notes of
Suffering..

Consume
My Head
with
Screams!

+

So Keep your
Pretty
Painted Smile.

Those Deep
Blue Eyes
which seemed
to Care..

and
I'll sit Here In
The
Dark A while!!

(feeding the
World My
Nightmares.)

j.s.h.

this empty space

This Empty Space.
________________

Odd how The
Words pour out
at The Strangest
Moments...

in the middle 
of Life's Daily 
Routine..

and you Wish
you could freeze
The Memory
somehow (and
own it.) to 
prevent it from
slipping behind
The Minds 
Subconscious
Screen.

I feel like
an Automaton,..
trapped behind
a Wall of Painted
Glass..

Screaming At
an Abyss to find
some Comfort
in the Dawn!

(silenced
by The Torments
of My Past.)

Cunning and 
Baffling is This
Liquid Devil..

which makes
My Shadowed
Life seem Blessed
By Angels' Grace..

My Hands 
are Calm..

Equilibrium
Level..

Then Everything
Fades once
the Nightmare
of Reality leaves
me Strangled!!

(and Suffocating
in This Empty
Space.)

J.Stephen.H.

the god of no names.

The God of No Names
_________

I Worship The
God of No Names..
who watches always,
but seldom plays.

(Man's Spiteful
Games.)

It is in Nature
that I see It's Face..
The Masculine, and
Feminine Grace..
Combined into A
Perfect Machine.

(which propels The
Human Race.)

Alas..Every
conceivable
World is contained
withinin the Atom
of One Single
Thought...

and as I meditate
on This..

My Soul is restored
To Freedom.

(which most have
since Forgot.)

j.s.h.