the anti-thesis

the anti-thesis again.
_______________

Yes..
the
Antithesis
again..
it
incompletes
me..
it seems..

To know
Hell..
is full of
Friends.

(who find
me in My
Dreams.)

And here
I am..
Rock Middle..

Half-Dead,
and Damned..

Holding The
Devils Fiddle..

(broken
in My Hand.)
_

Fire in
The Valley..

Run Sheep
Run!!

The Shepherd
of Insanity..

now Beats
his Evil
Drum.
___

Chicken in
the Whore-
House..

pickin off
Hoes..

Will it
ever End
Son?

(no sir,
no...)

Yes..
The Tragic
Zookeeper
who started
as an Animal...

and then
Evolved..

(into a
telempath
who Multi-
Channels.)

__

I am the
REASON
that these
Monsters
DO not
Sleep at
Night...

The Orkin
Man..

(eleminating
Social Parasites.)

_

yes..
the antithesis
again..

it incompletes
me it seems..

To know
HELL..

(is my
one and
ONLY
Friend.)

j.stephen.h.

the fearless artist

The Fearless Artist.
____________

Laughing..the
Voice said:

"What are Ye,
But a Hack
Artist full of
Old Ideas?.."

"How can
Thou expect to
Create Art,

From such
Antiquity?!"

"Dip now thy
Quill in Bloody
Ink..

and Fearless
Like The Dark
Thus Be!!"

"Show them..
(All!!)
The Horrors
of The Mind
they are Entering!"
__

"But Voice"
(said I.)

"I Fear This."

This Thing.."

"This Devil
which seems
to Sorely Occupy."

(My Head of
Suffering.)
__

"Be then A
Devil who
Exploits His
Pain!"

(the Voice
said.)

"Combining
Lies and Truth.."

"to make a
Mockery of
The Angels!"

(which Your
Pen has Slain.)

"Be now
The Artist
Dead."

(who shall
Live through
Words Again.)
__

J.Stephen.H.

the theatre of sef revisited

The Theatre of Self Revisited/
_____________________

I'm sitting in
The Theatre
of Self (again.)
Watching The
World roll by
like some Moving
Picture on A
Fuzzy Screen.

Senses jumbled,
and confused...

The Sky tastes
like Dirt..
My Screams
smell Bloody..
and Bellicose Tears
Thunder from my
Eyes. (deafening me.)
_

I'd give anything
to feel once more
the Pain of Memories..
now that they are
numb, and fading into
inaccessible chambers
out of Reach.

Somewhere
like an Abyss..
(I call my Heart.)
Where I earned
My First Damned
Kiss. (from The
Ever-growing
Dark.)
_

Today is a Rerun..
Episode Thirteen
from a Past Life;
and it's just getting
to The Part where
I say F?ck it, and
retreat somewhere
in the corner with a
Knife, to take back
the Control I lost
somewhere along
the Way.
__

but Damn...
The Blade
Smells Like
 Rage..

Like Love cast
Headlong into
The Flames...
where I can only
sit as a Pssenger
in this Theatre of
Self...

(and Burn for the
Return of Memories
which now Fade.)

J.Stephen.H.

my love makes the darkness beautiful.

My Love Makes the Darkness Beautiful.
_______________________________

When we Kiss,
our Shadows
Dance, and Sigh
Rainbows into
Life's Endless
Void

until
Tears become
an endangered
species

that would be
Extinct!!

(if not
for those
of Joy.)

+++

My Love
makes
Darkness
Beautiful..


A Paradise
of
Midnight
Creatures
Singing
Praises
To Dead
Stars!

and
With Her..
Each
moment
is Timeless.

(because
The Clock
no longer fills
Our Head
with
Scars.)
__

j.s.h.

how can you become fallen so?

How can You Become So Fallen?
____________________

Tis Bittersweet
(to say the least)
that I hear The
Laughter of Him
Dead, rise from
The Lips of Innocence.

His Fathers Boy
is He!

Who Upon the
Path of Ancients
Fallen those little
Footsteps Tread.
_

I call Him by
Your Name
when Your Eyes
(through Him)
look quizzically
at me with Silent
Questions..

Heart Haunted
with the Deepest
Shame.

(that I Dare Not
ever Mention.)
__

Brother, Brother,
how could you
Become Fallen So?..

Ashes to be
scattered in The
Wind!

(peppered with
little flecks of
Bone.)

when your Little
Seed has so
much still To Grow?

J.Stephen.H.

love-stained blisters.

Love-Stained Blisters.
______________

Eyes closed..
(as i enter)
Her Heart opens
wide.

(leaving my soul
dismembered.)

Yes My Love,
This is Paradise!

(with no more cold
and Dark Decembers.)
_

Something in her sigh
(of lust)
reveals Destiny to Me.

A Fate I can Trust..
Pure Joy without Release!

(causing Transcendence
Beyond This Reality of Dust.)

"Harder!"

(screams the Angels
Daughter.)

"More?!"

(I ask..excitement
growing.)

"make me your only
martyr!"

(she whispers.)

"but shall we drink
first this Holy water?!!"

(or apply it to our
Love-Stained Blisters?)
_

Deep in You..
The Devil cannot
touch Us..

Though we do this
Unclean Thing all
Dirty Devils Often Do!

For there is a Purity
in Our State of Lust!!

(and Paradise waiting in
Her Eyes of Blue.)

J.Stephen.H.

the intensity of lost moments.

The intensity of Lost Moments.
______________________

I recall now in the intensity
of lost moments...

as your eyes danced
with secret smiles..

restoring sanity..

banishing sad memories..
from the lonely head of
youth.

Your voice was a violin
concerto..

Paganini's 4th...

stirring the Seas of My
Heart's calamity..

inviting me into your
Soulful Dungeon..

to sit amongst The Dying
Pines..

and smell The Angel's Perfume..

(the prettiest poison for an
unwell mind.)
__

The Ghosts no longer believe
in us My Love...

I feel their Scorn burning
in My Head...

and Their Voices make My
Soul a Funeral Pyre..

(such is the Envy of
The Dead.)
__

Are there other Whispers?..

More keen, observant listeners?

Those who know the "Answers."
to the questions that we ask?

I recall now the intensity of
those moments..

and weep.

(as Devils Laugh.)

J.Stephen.H.