Suitable Stars.

Suitable Stars.

_______________

Our suitability is not written

in the stars my Lovely,
we create the suitability of

Self by the choices
we make, and Chances we Take.

Sometimes We get burned,
sometimes We Burn Others.
(but the luckiest of souls burn
together in such a way that
it melts the memories of every bad
Love which came before.)

J.Stephen.H.

Patsy

PATSY.
___________

There are few people in life so capable of uplifting the weary
spirit with joy, that those who possess such rare qualities should
be exalted with the highest praise.

My Aunt Patsy is one of these rare types. Who has a strong sense
of Family, Loyalty, and Spiritual Grace. She is a sweet Soul, always
eager to listen, and make time for those she Loves.

There have been many occasions on which she has showered me with
genuine, heartfelt compliments after reading a piece of my work, or given
me praise for my various intellectual and creative undertakings.

People like Her are Blessings, and their endearing qualities are a positive
influence on the lives of those they affect with their inspiring light.

So in brief, Thank You Patsy, for being who (and what) you are. A Bright
light shining in these darkening times. (in which genuine lights are Few.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Saddest Girl.

The Saddest Girl.
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Look past this fog my Friend.
To see things for what they
are; (dreams beyond this state
of living suffocation.)
Then you will be a Star!

Are Images so important
that you would sell your soul to
become the most Desired Image?
Forgetting the sweat, and tears that
made your words so Great!
(If so then I imagine you should
realize by now that you are Nothing,
and Loneliness is Your Fate.)

You are always famous to those
who love you; regardless if you're
never famous in the eyes of the world.
If that isn't enough to satisfy you,
then nothing in Life will ever bring
you satisfaction.
(and that my friend makes you the
Saddest Girl.)

J.S.H.

I no longer count the Ways.

I no longer count The Ways.
_____________________

I no longer count the ways my Love,
but wait impatiently, with a heart driven
by reckless abandon.
Cursing the stars above, which seem like
jewels to everyone else.
(but strike me more as taunting Phantoms.)

I remember how things were simpler.
When the monotony of these passing days
were graciously seen as Sacred Routines;
I was different then, as A Beginner,
before Love became My Blasphemy!

God must surely (if nothing else) have an
extraordinary sense of cynical humor;
to create such a Thing as I.
Human Cancer, with A Heart full of Tumors!
(destined to live indefinitely then Die.)

So I no longer count the ways my love,
but wait impatiently for my End.
Cursing the taunting Phantoms above!
(inviting Death, my Friend.)

J.S.H.

Against these raging Times.

Against these raging times.

________________

Because you care My Love,

I don't.

Not for anything this world

might offer.

Because to care is admitting

we are lambs.

(led by Romance to the

Slaughter.)

Yet I am not a Cynic My Love,

but a Critic.

A critic of false charms,

and Foolish conventions;

Who views this World

through A Critical Lens!
(so of course "Reality" makes

Me Sick. and I don't
have any Friends.)

But because I am
Loved by You,

I Will Do Anything I must.
(to fight against

these raging Times
and Keep

You.)

J.Stephen.H.