Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Burning the Midnight Oil.



My Love. (Burning the Midnight Oil.)
___________________

As I sit here burning the Midnight Oil,
(which surpasses the Moon in length 
and meets the Sun each Day.) 
it is For Your Love I Toil.
(with Hope it will not End in Flames.)

For You, I will practice a Patience I have
never known before. Holding back the
dark rivers of doubt which fill my head
and keep me from The Better things worth
living for.

In your Eyes I see a Promise. To share
the entirety of your haunted Heart.
So in return I shall give you Mine.
(and may We never be torn apart.)

I feel within me that Together Two Ghosts
may once again know what it is to Be Alive,
and bask in the Presence of Loves everlasting light!

It is For This (my Love ) that I burn the oil
well after midnight.

J.Stephen.H.


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

My Father/My Hero


My Father/My Hero.
______________________

You left so fast that I didn't get a chance to
tell you all of the things I wanted you to know;
like how much I love you,..you were my Best
Friend, My Father. (My Hero.)

You were a Big Man with a Heart of Gold;
who was always there when I needed an ear
to listen, or a hand to hold.
Stronger than an Ox, yet gentle as a Lamb.
Someone who held me up when I was Down,
and finally gave me the Strength to stand.

All of this (and so much more) I just want
you to Know. My Father, My Rock, My
Best Friend.
(my Hero.)

J.Stephen.H.

(In Loving Memory of Charlie Beals.)


Monday, May 27, 2013

What Keeps Me Human.


What Keeps Me Human.
______________________

What keeps me Human,
is a small ounce of Faith
that there is still some
Humanity hidden deeply
in the Hearts of those
who were Broken.

(like the Pretty Girl I
admire who could not
have the Light beaten
out of Her no matter
how hard the Monster
tried.)

And when my Mind
fills with Secret Midnight
Sorrows, (in contemplation
of all that I have lost.) I
need only to think of
everything that Love has
Gained!!

(and with this consideration
My Soul finds Content.)

J.Stephen.H.


when night seems constant

When Night seems Constant.
________________

I think of you (my Sweet)
when the Days are Long,
and Night seems Constant;
keeping you ever close to
me. (regardless of our distance.)

You are a clear spot in my Heart,
helping to maintain sanity when my
mind clouds with morbid eccentricities.
And because of You, I have the courage
to face the Raging Dark.
(which has forever seemed a part of Me.)

Even if the Night were to remain a
perpetual Shadow in my Sight.
I no longer care.
For in You (my Love.)
I have found Eternal Light.

J.Stephen.H.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

How Knives of Betrayal make Sturdier Spines.

How the knives of Betrayal make sturdier spines.
___________________________________

If the knife goes any deeper I'll have a new spine;
but it will be a sturdier spine, so perhaps I should
be grateful?

Why must betrayal be viewed in such a negative light?
If nothing else it serves to sharpen ones awareness of
who remains true, and who reveals themself to be a
soul-sucking parasite.

I like to consider that any experience whether perceived
as good or bad, can be an education which will help you
further down the road of self-discovery.

So today I give thanks to you, wretched fiends, and lowly
backstabbers who once wore the face of trusted friends.
Thanks for educating me and serving as an example of what
I should never strive to be.

j.stephen.h.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

every cut is a tear

Every Cut is a Tear.
____________________

She gets off on thoughts of Suicide;
and her Favorite Horror Story is Her Life.
Many times she's come to ask me :"why?"
Did all the good things in Me have to Die.

I don't know what I should say to Her.
theres rarely any comfort in my Words.
Loves a Bitch who wields a Wicked Blade,
that cuts so deeply even Laughter Hurts.

Somewhere farther than her silent fears,
every cut she makes is just a tear.
I wish I could somehow ease her Pain.
But pain within is something too unclear.

The Monster did it's best to Eat her Soul;
yet in spite of this she's strong enough to fight.
And when he gets out someday on parole.
(he just might disappear for Good One Night.)

J.Stephen.H.