through the mansion of my memories.

Through The Mansion of My Memories.
_____________________________

The Silence
(once a Razor)
no longer
cuts my Heart
of Stone.

For I am
Immune to
The Charms
of Angels
now.

(and prefer
to be Alone.)
_

Though
admittedly
I must confess,
I occasionally
miss the Cutting.

Since The
Brutal Sting
of Times Caress
defeated My
Sense of Nothing.
_

Blank and
Empty,..
staring Deep..
Across a Tragic
Sea.

Describes
a Fraction of
My Thoughts.

When The
Ghost of Former
Love comes
Creeping.

(Through The
Mansion of
My Memories.)
_

J.Stephen.H.

you own me..you know.

you own me..you know.
___________________
There is a
Flight of
Renegade
Butterflies
Raging War
inside my
gut Tonight..
as I stand
here like a
Putty-Stone,
Drowning in
the Sad Oceans
of Your Moon-
struck Eyes.

You own Me,
You Know..
and I Hope you
Realize just
how far your
stare travels
through My
Mind.

(to that Place
Lonely Echoes
once occupied.)

_

Since I'm not
the type to look
Gift-Angels
in The Mouth,
I will not ask
what I did to
deserve your
Kisses.

I'll just stand
here like a Heart-
Sick Fiend
making Wishes.

(which your
Presence
has already
granted.)

j.s.h.