drowning in my loves sweet stare.

Drowning In My Love's Sweet Stare.
______________________________

Have you ever
momentarily forgotten
who you were...
and been..grateful
for the lapse?

while sitting around
contemplating the
randomness of it all...
pondering the
various things which
chaos impacts?

(Lately)..My head
has felt like a (broken)
Hourglass...with each
thought a mere grain
of sand in an Abyss
consumed by the Mouth
of Eternity.

and it is truly Lonely
Here.

(In My Nothing.)

I have Loved the
Love of Loves Before..
and..Hated with The
Most Intense Hatred..
Everything I was To
Be and Sometimes Am.

(Even going so Far
as to...Consult with
many Spirits of The
Damned.)

Yet...Nothing..
no..Nothing Beyond
Nothing has ever
in this Life (or any)
compared..

to The Profound
Pleasure I feel..
Drowning In My
Love's Sweet Stare.

J.Stephen.H.

waxing philosophical

waxing philosophical...

why should you
always
believe that you
must drink...
the milk of human
kindness.
(without tasting
humanity's tears?)

both occur,
and both are
relevant.

if we laughed when
sad
and cried when happy...

would we be
Fortunate,

or Foolish?

The self is such
a sad uncertain thing
when lost in the
translation of it's
being!

perhaps ill weep
for you.

when you stop
laughing at the
horror of it all

and your face
becomes a broken
wishing stone.

everyone knows
the "truth" right?

(but its theirs
ALone.)

j.stephen.h.

end of the ladder

irony and chaos
govern most of
existence..but theres
a beautiful order to it

Nonetheless

and
its when you're
afraid to fall,

but climb anway

that you come to
discover 

 most meaning
begins at the end
of the ladder

time bleeds

time bleeds.
++++++++++

you
didnt
Believe
me..

when i
told you
that Time
bleeds...

and from
The Haunted
Face of
it's Broken
Clock,

there weeps
The Tears
Of
Centuries!

and yet,..

The Dead
Never Truly
Bury
Their Dead...

they merely
Plant
Another Seed!

(which grows
for an eternity.)

j.s.h.

the irony be

the irony be.
__________________

why dear
sweet...
must you
my irony
be?

the ..thorn
within
my hearts-
bruised-
ass!

which always
seeks
strengthening.

(yet breaks
like so much
glass.)

when you
needed
a devil,..
i the devil
was..

(ditto for
angels.)

and all
because..

without
you I
strangle!!

++++

i have
screamed
(through the
centuries)
my protests
against the
gods who
cursed us.

(from that
heaven
where they
dangle.)

+++

so...
why
(my
sweet)
must
you my
Irony
Be?!

am I
Truly
(now)
The
Nothing!!!???

(you refuse
to see.)

j.s.h.

the same bright fated star

my love..

though we may be 

worlds and seas 

apart..

we wish upon

the same bright fated

star.

while sharing a single

beating heart!!

(shaped by love, and

pain, and scars.)

thus i am with you

anywhere you are.

jsh

noose necklace

My noose necklace
tightens more by the
second..

and soon..my throat will
constrict and suffocate
the remains of my
conscience..

As love (that broken
flower)...grows more
painful by the hour..

(and I'm left alone
to drown in my nonsense.)

j.stephen.h.