The Sole Pursuit.

The Sole Pursuit.
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I am a traveller in My Thoughts,
but remain unmoved by every
Train of Thinking;
Wandering towards A Perfection
that I Lost.
(the moment I assumed that there
was Meaning.)

You cannot win a Battle with you
Shadow,..and every surrender is
merely further retreat,
into A Self-Created Hell,
where Madness follows!
(and the only Purpose found is
in Defeat.)

Every Distance dreamed becomes
the Same. ( once it's in front of me.)
Thus a traveller of thought I shall remain!
(and perhaps the sole Pusuit is My
Own Meaning?)

J.Stephen.H.

The Darkman Cometh

The Darkman Cometh.
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A Tale told from two perspectives,
Ancient tragedy, and Hope for New
Beginnings. (in this Life.)
One seeks Jusice, so that wrongs
might be corrected.
(The Other takes Dark Vengeance
with a Knife.)
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And behold the Darkman Comes.
On a Chariot of Wraiths riding out
of Deaths Most Secret Scene!
His beliefs make a mockery of The Sun.
(poisoning All sacred, Holy Dreams.)

"A Beauty called." he declares.
"Seeking ( in confused lust) a
New Release."
"And I shall answer!"
(to satisfy the longings of My
Annaliese.)
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Bones dipped in Blood;
(a fiendish Artist.)
are the Limbs of countless
Monsters thus,
which create his Magic
Paintbrush.
(sanctifying Symbols of
The Heartless.)

This is the Hopeful Tragedy,
which began at the insistence
of an ancient Beat.
And describes (unjust)
the Consequence.
(when an Angel loves A
Beast.)

The Cruelty of his bitter eyes,
drew in her Perfect Stare;
as corruption then sought Paradise,
but found Hells Own Despair!
(A man who told the truth with Lies,
and seduced her Soul in Nightmares.)

j.s.h.

You can't Save the World Justice Vain.

You can't save the World Justice Vain.
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It was here the monster first laid
upon his softened brow a fist;...
a lonely cabin in the woods which
has since become pains truest
monument.

Nightmare visions now betray the
sad attempts to wear calm masks,
and choke down the hateful rage
which fuels his Hellish Tasks.

Now comes the Trusty Blade;
to sing a song of Vengeance for
The Lost, which Evil Takes.

And Here it Ends, where it began;
a child beaten into a Man;
losing more of himself along The Way.

What contradiction is A Man without
Fears?, who looks beyond the monsters
gaze untouched;  but hears children laugh
and succumbs to tears!

You can't save the world justice vain.
Or rid it thus of every Monster Near.
Since you first knew (upon evils unveiled
touch)
Your World has truly Ended Here.

J.Stephen.H.

These Moments

These Moments.
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These Moments can be Razor Blades.
held by Time, that Bastard Surgeon!
(who cuts The Smiles from My Face.)

Every Clock is in on The Conspiracy.
Cleverly ticking away the seconds
like A Cruel Accountant.
Laughing in the Face of Eternity,
because only Time goes marching
On!
(and theres nothing we can do
about it.)

If I wasn't already Crazy,
it would've surely caught up
with me Today.
But the Sanity Ship sailed Long
Ago!,
and left my mind in Flames.
( making kindling out of Sorrow.)

These moments are Razor Blades,
held by Time.( that bastard surgeon .)
and I am a Junkie for the Pain.
(since life would be non-existent otherwise.)

JSH.

Forever Loved. (Papaw Duck.)

Forever Loved. (Papaw Duck.)
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He was an Artist in his own right,
and the wrench in his hand a painbrush;
every machine his canvas.

Many late nights were spent under the
bellies of those metal beasts;
with his mind set in determination,
and calloused palms greased.
(working until the moon dropped
down into the face of the deep.)

A father who built and restored life,
never seeking glory, or recognition
for the things he often sacrificed.

A Mans Man.
Loving Husband.
Papaw Duck.

Gone, but Never Forgotten.
(Forever Loved.)

J.Stephen.H.

more truth in nothing

More truth In Nothing.
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Intent on bringing back to life 
the excitations of ones Soul; 
many will see (in the abyss) 
more truth in Nothing. 
(than a Lovers Kiss.) 

jsh.

A Different Kind of Monster.

A Different Kind of Monster.
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What it's like to be a Different
Kind of Monster;
imagine tearing down stone
walls, and reducing a Proud Devils
Heart to Putty.

I will show them the Fear
they cause; and break A
Bone for every broken
Law.

Remember the Little Boy
who's cries excited the Wolf?
Cries shouted into the Night
that No One Heard.
How he hid in the shadows of
the dusty barn, until his soul
was stained by that Eternal
Mildew Stench?
(That boy became a wolf
who seeks revenge.)

Who Better than the Best
at Being Worse could stop
their Sickness?
Not the pencil pushing suits
two years shy of pushing up
Daisies;
Not the armchair shrinks who
blame mommy and daddy;
Not the Idealistic Dreamers who
mean well, but lack the ability
to look into the Nothing!
(the mantle falls upon Me.)

I weep within as I see beyond
the Concrete Garden, all the
Flowers turning into Thorns;
Soon there will be nothing left
but a variety of Weeds;
Souls corrupted, or Dead long
before their rightful time;
Zombie Infants in Adult Skin
walking The WasteLand!
(singing songs of Murder like
a Nursery Rhyme.)

What it's like to be A Different
Kind of Monster.
(the mantle falls upon Me.)
Tearing down stone walls,
and reducing a Devils Proud
Heart with Fearful Putty.

J.S.H.