talented devil

It takes an
interesting
sort..to..Smile
away The
Nightmares..
and still look
Pretty..regardless
that the Soul
Drips Fear.
(I imagine most
perfect their
Art in front
of a Mirror.)

Was Today
another Lesson
in Heartbreak?..
or..did you Master
The Art of Letting
Go?

It's been Years
for me (personally)
since I've Felt
The Arms of
Sanity Break.

(Though Sanity
is not a Realistic
Thing Anyone could
Truly Know.)

I could probably
Break A Heart
Better..

without leaving
behind such
Bittersweet
Memories that
You Hate Yourself
for Missing..

I am A Devil
of Many Talents
Friend.

(who could Kidnap
the Lying Shooting
Stars before you
wasted your Time
With Wishing.)

It takes an
interesting sort..
to make this
Nightmare seem
more tolerable..
but you seem to
pull it off quite
nicely..

and (Ironically)
The Horrors of
Your Life have
made you Beautiful!

your ethereal kiss

Your ethereal Kiss.
_________________

My Love,

Before Dreaming of Your
Ethereal Kiss..

every Romantic Sentiment
from my lips was but a
Myth...

an imitation of another's
perspective.

(to mask the Truth My
Heart was Grim.)

I must confess..that.."twice-
damned, and thrice careless"
would best explain my general
mood..

which I kept on those Nights
of Loneliness..

while pondering the world in
solitude!

(imagining an Angel's Soft
Caress.)

The Shadows now make sense
to me though..

(some even seem to Shine
occasionally.)

and I no longer wallow in My
Sorrows!

(allowing The Absurdity to
drive me Crazy.)

Oh, Soon my Love..I shall
know Your Ethereal Kiss!..

and.."Become My own
Perspctive."

(which I once considered
A Myth.)

j.stephen.h

there truly is no sanity

There Truly is No Sanity.
_____________

Sleep...
it's never
A Sane
Option..
when Dark
Thoughts
are running
Deep..
and your
Heart feels
like A
Coffin..!

(Or This
Grave where
Phantoms
creep across
Your Tombstone
much too Often!)

I've
counted
Days in
My Head..

Lost in A
Fog of
Memories..

(which I
mostly now
Regret.)

wondering
why Love
Haunts me
more.. than
The Ever-
Present Dead!

(who
Stalk My
Waking
Dreams.)

Perhaps
Tomorrow
I'll find
Peace?

(at least
a Semblance
of Stability.)

Or Maybe
Life is A
Disease!

(and There
Truly is No
Sanity.)

j.s.h.

a long and dreaded absence.

A Long, and Dreaded Absence.
________________________
               _________

Her cheeks turned
the color of Dead
Roses..

and..

Infinity Blushed
away another Second
of A Long and
Dreaded Absence..

Was it My Imagining?
That Love was so Deep
it could imitate The
Sea?

I don't know what
else could have been
Happening.

(which would explain
The Sudden Change In
Me.)
___

oh..that
Pretty Smile..

Those Far-off
Eyes!

They Always
seem to Cut
You!

(When it means
Goodbye.)

both have
already killed
me once..

(Upon Another
Time.)

but still...
that doesn't
mean I want
to Die!

(blushing away
the seconds of
another Dreaded
Life.)

J.Stephen.H.
__

the truth is painted on her face.

the truth is painted on her face.
_______________

It seems the
Voices are all
Comedians now..
standing upon
A Crumbling Stage.
(with Horrors hidden
in their Mouths.)


Oh..The Reality
of Consensus View..
how it stains the
Wanting Individual..
as the Uncertainty of
Life Betrays You!
(and "Truth" remains
a Mystery Darkly 
Beautiful.)

When first I cut My
Puppet Strings..
to see True Life for
what it is..
I Heard Homicidal
Angels Sing!
But then Love Saved
Me With A Kiss!
(and eased My Mortal
Suffering.)

Thus The Voices
are all Comedians
now..
who stand upon A
Rebuilt Stage..
ridding me of Any
Doubt!

(That "The Truth"
is Painted On Her
Face.)

j.stephen.h.

a pretty mornings tragedy

A Pretty Mornings Tragedy.
___________________

All of us are
Dreamers..
and yet..not
all of us Know
What Nightmare
Whispers Life is
Made Of..

What Those
Shadow Artists
paint Behind The
Scenes ..On A
Pretty Morning's
Tragedy..

Or how it feels
to Live In Yesterday..
simultaneously
realizing what
Tomorrow shall
BE!!

(because Your
Future already
happened Somewhere
Better.)

j.stephen.h.

such odd souls which love

Such Odd Souls Which Love.
_________________________

I grinned (at first)
when you spit Stale
Stars In My Face..
but soon thereafter
started to curse..
(when I realized 
They Were A Waste)
Ranting like A
Maniac Chained!
(Inviting You To Do
Your Worst.)

Did you Kiss an
Angels' Ass with
that Mouth? 

(I ask)

Or sell The cheap
remainder of Your
Cheaper Soul to
get One Final Laugh?

You knew Damn
well I'd never Open
My Eyes!

(and perhaps there
is a slight degree of 
Comical Horror
in That.)

Oh..may The Smiles
of Shadows Strike
me Dead!

For I knew it all
was simply Jest!,..

(and Love a 
mere Whisper 
In My Head.)

But I played
To Lose anyway
Didn't I?!

(as you Tore
My Paper Heart
to Shreds.)
_

I Cried (at first)
when you said
Goodbye... and
(insincerely) Wished 
Me Well..

but soon thereafter
I began to Realize
Such Odd Souls which 
Love shall Rarely 
Die!

and that we will meet
again here soon...

(or In Hell.)

j.s.h.

my one and only love

My One And Only Love.
____________________

I waited there
(in the Dark)
A Small Eternity..
for "Her".
My Grand
Infinity..
The Beginning
of A New Life,
that will Kill
The Old Devils
stirring in Me.
Her..
The Angel
who Pets Lions
and Turns them
into Kittens with
Her Gentle Touch..
Her..
The Maiden
of Grace No
Shadow can
Corrupt!

Her..

(My One and
ONLY LOVE.)

j.s.h.

future martyrs and would-be saints.

Future Martyrs and Would-Be Saints.
__________________________

My Soul Laments
this worldly lack
of Worthy Causes..

it's Dead Time
for Future Martyrs..
(and Would-Be Saints.)
who look into The
Abyss and Farther!

(only to Realize
Life's Darkness
Taints.)

Oh..t'is an Error,
or..The "Error of
My Errors." To
have ever assumed..

That The Heart
is but a Pit of
Terrors!

(and Love No
Longer Fresh
in Bloom.)
___

Her Laughter
killed The Tragic
Comedian Walking
The Shadows of 
My Heart's Grim
Absence..

(filling My Head 
with Restless
Need.)

So that My
Devil Eyes
Now View
The World
Through Angel
Glasses!

( and The 
Worthiest 
Cause shall
Be Her Saving
of Me.)

j.s.h.