the time has passed for tears

The Time has Passed for Tears.
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The soul as
a mirror..?

(contained
in Heaven's
cut wrist.)

The time
has passed
for tears.

(instead I
clench a
fist.)
_

with rage the
angels mock.

(I laugh
amused in
return.)

Since
The World
is but a Flock!

(intended thus
to Burn.)

j.s.h.

so expected..(its all come to be.)

so expected..(it's all come to be.)
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So expected..
it's all come to be.

Your rich fields..
and vibrant streams.

empty words..
of shallow praise.

(to conceal the souls
carnality.)
_

Someone must be..
An Alien.

Sitting on the Sidelines
watching.

Those Fickle homosapiens..
standing silent by a road.

(they should be crossing.)
_

but I found my truth today..
that we all lie about tomorrow.

and I didn't even Pray!
(for an end to fear, or sorrow.)

so expected,..it's all come
to be.

useless words of idolatry...
spit before the paupers..
who confuse themselves with
kings!

(to conceal the lone souls
vanity.)

j.stephen.h.

in meaninful pursuit of soul.

in meaningful pursuit of soul.
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if you chose to write
on your souls behalf..
would there be novels,
or emptiness?

(or a novel comprised of
emptiness.)

i only ask dear brethren..
because i am empty..but
seek to know the soul..in
all of it's profound entirety..

to swim the madness of the
deep, and come up for air
screaming in exultation as
the light of Ages shines upon
my newborn face..

knowing what others (in
moments of revelation)
know when first they feel
the hands of Grace wipe
away their tears.
_

we are all wanderers of
varying degrees..(as more
noteworthy men of letters
than myself have pointed
out.)

some wander with purpose,
driven by desires to serve
and perpetuate the ideal of
some greater good..

while others are escapists..
trying  to get away from the
burdens they fear to face.
(which might have been
blessings had they only
faced them.)

_

today i stand somewhere
oddly between living and
the absence..struggling to
rid the madness in myself
in exchange for something
more pure, and lasting,
which would successfully
explain the nature of the
world i've always existed
in.

(merely as a shadow.)

And it is with You (dear
brethren) that I chose to
wander...

in meaningful pursuit.

(of soul.)

j.stephen.h.

letter to a friend in explanation of a verse..

              Letter to a Friend in explanation of a verse.
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(a new style i'm experimenting with...
but then again..it's ALL an experiment
isn't it my friend?
an abstract notion which confuses
human sentiment with truth, while
refusing to accept the reality that truth
is merely a mystery we choke on.
(suffocated by unreliable memories.)

I knew something was wrong last
night,.. when the stars made me feel
nauseated..
like my head was spinning around in
circular monotony,.. with nothing original
to cure this sickness arising from the place
i shall hold in history.
(a  ghost within our heads.)

i pale to imagine how many days
the "questions" we ask will be
answered with laughter..
as the cruel angels who know everything
sit lazily on their asses writing down every
fated activity as if they were MORE than
Relics of Fate.

trapped in the circularity of lifes design...

but...it's all just an Experiment anyway..
isn't it my friend?

                 J.Stephen.H.

              (no wonder they assume i'm
               imperfectily sane.)

deus ex machina.

Deus Ex Machina.
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Silence..
The only
response
suiting of
a False Heart.

and The best
way to win
the Game?

(don't play
it.)

Bury
Everything..
and leave
Sad little
Angels to
their Grim
Design.
_

Did you
think you
were different
J?

Sitting in
your Glass
House, filling
the walls with
smoke, as the
The Angel took
your Blues
away?!

Back you
go now..
Back you
GO.

(into the
Flames.)
_

I have Dreams
of Puppets (who
look like me)
dancing at the
foot of my bed
so merrily that
I almost think
(at first)
they are harbingers
of Destiny..

but,..they are
Frauds..such
as  sentiments
like:"Forever"
or: "You
are my
Everything!"

(and those many
hateful singular
and Plural GODS.)
_

This is my
altar..
this electronic
box capable
of holding
novels upon
novels of
My twisted
thoughts for
anyone to
See.

But do
I care?

Do they
Care?

(is there
ANYONE
left who
truly READS?!)
_

Between the
Lines I shall
stand, like a
pacifist solider
too preoccupied
with wars in his
head to care
about yours.

Or theirs..

(or anyone
who pretends
to care.)
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This is
MY GOD
NOW.

(deus ex machina.)

And no
Angels are
ALLOWED.

j.stephen.h.

no one burns like me.

No One Burns Like Me.
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Soon..
The ice in
His Head
will cease
the Fires of
His Heart.
(which burns
in vain.)

His Logic
Always Trumps
Emotion..
(eventually)
and Silences
the Residual
Animal
Whimperings
like so many
Sad Puppies
in Heat.

(Indifference..
is Mans Best
Friend You Know.)

And who will
be there?
to witness the
Afterglow?

TO dip their
hands into his
Head and melt
the Snow?

No One.
(it seems.)

Because NO
ONE BURNS
LIKE ME.

J.Stephen.H.

the price we pay.

The Price we Pay.
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Pain is the Price 
we sometimes Pay 
for Love. 

A Bittersweet Song 
that Chaos Sings in 
Keys of X.

(which oddly makes
us  Balanced in The 
End.)
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