This Petty Meat-suit.

A Ghost..Yes.
The Ghost of
Freedom Chained.

The Sad Roar
of A New Slave
to Old Ideas!
(Philosophies
Dead and Vain.)

From the Moment
Heavens Heathen
Fell, and crashed
into the Pits of Hell;
Liberty was perceived
a Restless thing man
sought to recapture.
(yet wisdom in itself
could not dispel the
horrors that came after.)

A Ghost!
Yes!
The Ghost
of Spirit sewn
into the weakness
of this Petty Meat-suit.

Seeking warmth
and tenderness.
(but finding Chaos
more than Truth.)

J.Stephen.H.

One Simple Friend

One Simple Friend.
________________


The snickers feel like razorblades upon his skin,..
cutting past all inner defenses...
stripping away the layers of ego, until his heart
seems painfully thin.

He makes his face a stone,..biting back retorts
that would serve only as fuel upon the fire;
and then moves to another table to be alone.
(thoughts swimming with vengeful desire.)

Rage and desperation are a terrible mix,..
two rabid dogs tied together in a fight to
the death.

While He is The Executioner,...
with a gun for a crucifix.
(and the world shall burn
till nothings left.)

Freak!...Geek!...Nerd!...
A daily mantra of hateful
words.

Slaps to the head...
and trips in the hallways;
with never a smile seen...,
or compliment heard.
_____________

"it's Me or them." he cries.
"me or them!" ..(he repeats
with a laugh.)

Perhaps One Simple Friend
could have prevent the Blasts?
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Monster!...Animal...Fiend!
A new mantra of labels to describe
this Being.

A cell in isolation,...with
long nights spent scratching
blank faces on concrete walls;..
and hateful looks of silent
accusation.
(as wails of prisoners echo
down the hall.)

Perhaps One simple Friend
could have prevented his fall?
__________________

Who is the Monster here?
The geeky, nerdy freak who had
the goodness beaten out of him?

a sad, quiet kid who wanted
more than anything just to fit in!!

(Perhaps his World would not
have burned, if One Simple Friend
had listened.)

J.Stephen.H
.

Uncertain Spirits

Uncertain Spirits. 
____________ 

In a Secret 
Place Within Me, 
(where uncertain 
spirits dwell.) 
I feel a grim 
hostility. 
(which makes Heavens 
Love My Hell.) 

I Try to See, 
(beyond The Dark) 
a Better Place 
than This; 
but something was 
Broken In My Heart. 
(and Poisoned By a Kiss.) 

For my Only Friend 
in this Dark Land, 
(with a smile that 
pierced the Night) 
became a hateful 
Hired Hand. 
(who thrusted 
Daggers in my Spine.) 

Thus Love and Hate 
walk hand in hand, 
(like children by 
The River.) 
One shall be The 
Death of Man! 
(and the other my 
Soul Deliver.) 

j.stephen.h.

Heed the noble Savage.

Heed the Noble Savage.
___________________

I sit in My head
for Hours After Dark,..
seeking (within Myself)
Redemption,..yet creating
only Question Marks.
(which Poison thus My
Infant Heart.)

For what am I,
but a Thief of Spirit,
who's Common Mind
does little Justice
to The Nobility of
His Words?

A Pretender claiming
I Am One one !
(yet divided
In Two)
At War with some
Grim Universe!
(which seems to Plant
an Evil Seed in You.)
_

Heed the Noble
Savage, fallen from
The Hands Of Grace;
to See his countenance
Ravaged until He Doesn't
Have a Face!
(and I shall watch the
Shadow in The Mirror
weep with Shame.)

I've considered seizing
the World as if I Own It,..
yet I always seem to meet
my End Devouring Pieces
Of The Clock;
spewing forth a Series
of fractured moments!
(and never does the Irony
of it Stop.)

Heed the Noble Savage
as He tries to Climb the
Top....

J.Stephen.H.

The Next Girl.

The Next Girl.
_______________

The Next Girl could
be your girl,..scared,
and trapped somewhere,
screaming from The Dark;
Alone in the clutches of
a Monster who has no Heart.

It could be Your World
destroyed,..with Hopes
crushed brutally by savage
hands; leading to Sleepless
Nightmares haunting you
every moment of your waking
hours, until you cannot Stand.

How many Tears must A
Mother Shed, for that girl
who only days ago was sleeping
safely in her bed?
Torn between wishing to see
her smile again, and the fear
her Child is Dead.
_____

Heroes are not special men
and women with supernatural
powers, who courageously do
battle against evil.

Being a hero constitutes
choosing do to the right thing,
and that choice is made by
everyday People.

The Woman who took a
shortcut home, and stopped
to offer help to that scared kid.
(who ran away from home
after her stepfather got high
and started screaming again.)

The College guy who said "no"
to his buddies face,..because he
could tell the girl who drank too
much was underage.

The City Cop who works off
the clock, night and day, chasing
leads regardless that he isnt getting
paid.

Heroes come from all walks,
and are present in every race.
________

You could be the one who helps
save the next girl from that heartless
monster,..or see to it that justice is
served for the Parents who lost their
Daughter; simply by being Vigilant,
and Always defendind what is Right
and True. (but the choice is up to you.)

Help save the Next Girl.

J.Stephen.H.

As you Weep from Your Deception by The Sun.

As you weep from your deception by the Sun.
_____________________________

Silence is the surest
way to Kill You;
to Pierce the Angels'
Heart which bleeds
True Lies.

I'll be content here in
My Kingdom full of
Gloom.
(so keep your sad,
deluded Rainbow
Skies.)

Your Petty Wishes
are my favorite
Breakfast Fare,
I eat them daily
with a Smile;
and feed you
bits and pieces
of my Nightmares.
(until your once
great Hope becomes
Denial.)

In The End,
(my pretty, anti-love)
When all is said
and Done;
Misery shall remain
My Trusted Friend.
(as you weep from
your Deception By
The Sun.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Theory of You. (this fact will be the end of me)

The Theory of You.
________________

Swimming in the Theory of You,
what is there to find?,
but senseless hope in impossible
Dreams (or A Nightmares Lie)
which cannot be True.

I prefer the Facts of Life;
facts are certain and exact.
Facts will never leave your Side,
and facts would never break a pact!
(or leave you Dead Inside.)

I have a preference of My Own,
with which most others disagree;
I find content when I'm Alone,
preferring silence over a Loves
 Grim Company.

Other Souls can have their theories,
or swim the sad uncertain seas of
Endless Mystery.
I for one see Life more clearly.
(and this Fact will be the End
of Me.)

J.Stephen.H.