dead flowers

Dead Flowers.
_____________

Sometimes Love
you strike me as
the type..

who would kill
a Flower.

(just to Kiss
it Back To Life.)

and it truly
fascinates me..
to think..

that I die 1,000
times a night!

(drowning in
The Darkness
of your Eyes.)
_

You make
devils blush..
and for this..
I willfully offer
you My Heart.

(to Crush.)

j.s.h.

beyond the midnight hour.

beyond the midnight hour.
_________________

My Head Splits
and Bleeds out
Thoughts of You ,
beyond The
Midnight Hour.

Suffocating The
Stare of Dawn
like a Shadow
Substance.

(revealing
memories the
dark had once
devoured.)

Do you ever
Feel My
Screams?

Reaching out
for you in Angel
Dreams?

to Penetrate that
Wall of Silence,
built by Secret
Things!

(who grow
more protective
by the day
it seems.)

I sought a
savior once
before..

in a pair
of lovely
emerald
eyes..

but gone
is the beauty
i adored!

(who left
my cold heart
crucified.)

and now..
here I am..
searching
with all of
my power..

for a love
to mend my
broken head..

which bleeds
out dreams of
you.

(beyond the
midnight hour.)

j.stephen.h.

the rules of love.

The Rules of Love.
____________

(And here we
are again)
Breaking The
Rules of Love.
(like so much
senseless grammar.)

Your Heart?
(a glove.)
My Own?
(A Hammer.)

Kissing..
(as we War)
and Missing
(when Absent)
Those Stars
we oft implore!
(to Shine Upon
Our Madness.)

Nothing in Us
is Pretend..and
(I like to Think)
less Scars are Made.
(than the amount of
Cuts our Love Shall
Mend.)

You Beat  your
Head  against
The Wall,
(in an act of
Loving)

and I Laugh
(sadly) at the
Horror of it All!

(For without the
Horror of my Heart
I'm truly Nothing.)

J.Stephen.H.

into this garden.

 (((( Into this Garden.))))
     ____________
Come with me,
into This Garden...
Taste the Bloody
Roses..and Smell
the Ashen Thorn!!..

Then see..
"My Symbol."

(Endless Death
through Strife
Reborn.)

There is an Old
Serpent Devouring
it's Own Tail..
Ouroboros..
Cyclic Perpetuity.

(Of Constant Hell.)
_

Damned for Infinity
is My Trinity!..
Those Grim Fates!..
That Fearsome Three!

(one of whom by
Necessity compels,
the Reaper to Toll
His Dreaded Bell.)
_

But Oh How I
Love Thee Weeping
Razor Willow,..
Thou Art My
Favorite Tree!,..
Cutting Through
The Wind that
Blows!

(across the tear
stained eaves.)
_

Yet this Barren
Life grows more
fruitful now..
though it was
once A Disease..

A Crown of
Tares atop My
Brow!

(which brought
Pain Without
Release.)
__

From whence
came Thee,..
Goddess of
The Under-Land?

It seems thou
appeared quite
Magically!..

Like a Skeleton
Key Within My
Hand!

(opening The
Door to Serenity,
bringing Peace
unto the Land.)
__

May Thou stay
with me In This
Garden Always..

For Thorns do
Blush, as Roses
Grow for Thee!!

"You"...
The Symbol
of Better Days!!

Who Breeds
Heavens Perpetuity!

(devouring thus
that Hellish Snake.)

J.Stephen.H.
_________________

The rather Fantastical, Unrealistic Nature
of this piece shall become quite evident to
all of you who read; but I could not find it
within myself to alter this work in anyway
to conform to the Present Circumstances
of My (now) Loveless Reality.

Have you ever been trapped in a Second
that seemed..like a Dreaded Eternity?...
Or felt the Absence of Light within you
So deeply that Nothing short of Grace
could restore your tranquility?

Daily I fret and pace the Floors, giving
audience to a Team of Phantoms who
are simultaneously my Greatest Muses,
and The Perpetuators of My Grief.

But..this is Art isn't it?....
A Reflection of Ones
Heart carved indelibly upon
whatever Canvas they choose
to Make of their Life.

Heaven and Hell are both
revealed to me in my current
strain..and it is with trepidation
that I now re-enter.

that dreaded Cave.
(Alone)

kiss my ass Destiny...
(thou art a Dog without
a Bone.)

XIII...

shall we see how far
the Phantoms lead
dear readers?

as i sit here on my fallen star.

As I sit Here On My Fallen Star.
_________________________

Love..(you know who you are.)
This is my confession to you.
(as I sit here on My Fallen Star.)

Yes..I am a Monster...
Yes..I am a Fiend...
Yes I eat Your Laughter.
(YES I KILL YOUR
DREAMS.)

Yes I am a Heathen,
eager to consume..
The Holy Words of
Heaven.

(reflecting
Hellish Doom.)
_

I'm sorry that I could
not Be the Love you
Hoped to Find.

Sorry There's no
Destiny. (Within this
World of Swine.)

Yes I am a Man of Sin...

Who can Imitate The
Saints.

Yes I let the Darkness
Win.

(and YES the Darkness
taints.)
_

I'm sorry Love for
everything..as I sit
here on My Fallen
Star.

But I must End my
Suffering.

(Or Choke Forever
On My Scars.)

XIII

A Letter to My Love. (from the bottomless pit of my heart.)

A Letter to My Love.
(from the bottomless
pit of my heart.)
_________________

I was going to begin this
piece with the Novel
expression: "From the
Bottom of my Heart"..
but such a sentiment would
be grossly inaccurate in
describing the  depths of
my Love for you.

(Because You make
my Heart A Bottomless
Pit.)

So..My Love..from the
Bottomless Pit of My
Heart, I Love you with
a depth no words can
fill!

You are so Unique, that
no classic images of Angels
or Goddesses called forth
in the Mind can do Justice
to the Ideal you represent.

You are: Hope, Redemption,
Grace, Certainty, Tranquility,
Beauty, Salvation, and Perfection
all contained within the wondrously
Divine Image of a Single Person;
Offering my Lone Soul a Reprieve
from the desperate sense of isolation
which has Haunted Me so many
years of shadowy Life.

And I realize (with all due humility)
that it is by grace alone that
you choose to stand by Me during
those Dark Moments when I'm
torn between My Shadow Self,
and the Finer Aspects of My Nature.

I WILL defeat this Thing within
which tries to destroy the sacred
blessings that I've come to know
in your Presence.

For in You I've found the Noblest
Muse, and am empowered by
Forces greater than my Weaker
Self to Overcome the Darkness,
and Build Mansions in My Heart
for All of the Watching World to
See.

I shout your Name from Rooftops
Love!!

(From the Bottomless pit of
My Heart.)

j.stephen.h.

A Wondrous Garden.

A Wondrous Garden.
_______________

Not long ago, I
was ready for
The Dirt..and
Death stood
knocking on
My Hearts
Closed Door..

but thankfully
Love answered
First!

(To show me
Worlds I had
never known
Before.)
__

Her Smile
challenges The
Devils in My
Head..

asking them
to Dance,..

while filling my
Thoughts with
Angels instead!

(Transforming
Ancient Horrors
into Romance.)
_

Now the Dirt
is a Wondrous
Garden..

Where Flowers
Bloom from
The Once Dead
Earth..

and My
Darkened
Heart (by this
Goddess) is
Pardoned!

So that I
May Witness
now My Souls
Rebirth.

J.Stephen.H.

(for Nardine..
Finitum ad Infinitum.)

down the crimson halls.

Down the Crimson Halls.
__________________

Down the crimson
halls I hear...
insanity..scratching
it's name across
the walls.
(in mocking-cheer.)

"come closer...
closer little lamb."
(the Shadow soothes.)

"into the parlor
of the Damned."

(where Broken
Flowers lie
Abused.)
_

Here it's always
so damn cold..
so empty,..Dark..
and stripped of
Purpose.

Thus It matters not
what Romantic Myths
The Angels Told!

(in the End One's
Heart is Worthless.)
__

Down these Crimson
Halls I tread...
with babbling voices
in my Head..

writing Curses
on The Wall..
(inspiring
Mortal Dread.)

while Hoping
that I do not Fall!

(into the Parlor
of The Dead.)

j.stephen.h.

a madman

a madman.
______________

Once upon a time
I was a Madman...
fretting to and fro..
in a room full of smoke..
and Ghosts.

The cold walls
alone could not
contain the insanity
in my Head;
no matter how much
they screamed.
(or bled.)
_

Then,
Love found me,
in my Crazed state,
and restored my
sanity. (before it
was too late.)

Now the World
is Perfect..and
Beautiful.

(a Paradise
full of Grace.)

j.stephen.h.

This is LIFE.

This is Life.
(a poem formed from
a conversation with a Friend.)
___________________

You make me remember
My Youth...

When romance freshly
blossomed..

this is it...

(I am Happy)...

This is LIFE...

A Friend has found Love!..

while the other looks on in
pleasure and envy..

(simultaneously)

Giving thanks to God for his
own Blesse'd Partnership.

This is LIFE...

Nothing more, nor less...

exchanging good feelings through
a Happy medium...

this is it...

(LIFE.)

In the 21st Century...

With LOVE a Sacred Muse...

Show me...my friend..

(how Beautiful she is to You.)

at your own leisure..

for I am a third party here..

And this is LIFE.

(May you Live it in
Good Cheer.)

-Sandeep Trichal.-

(edited and formatted
by J.Stephen.H.)

your smile

Your Smile Haunts
me like a Pretty
Ghost who strangely
sings my Heart to
Life once More.

moonlight sonata

Moonlight Sonata.
______________

Angels Bleed 
from The Strings..
so Beautifully.

On this
Moonlit Night
Without Suffering..
in which I'm Free!

to meditate on
Love's Delight.

(which has recently
found me.)
_

Oh..If I live to
be Timeless..
this shall Go
Down in History..
as the Inspiration
which brings forth..
(my Souls Release.)

J.Stephen.H.

my love. (because of thee.)

My Love,

Because of Thee,..
No more do Phantoms
stalk my Heart,..
or fill my Head with
Horror Scenes!

(for you have
replaced them
with Angelic
Dreams.)

Never before
has such Love
come upon me..
that I sat breathless
at my Writing Desk..
trapped in  perfect
Thoughts of thee..
recalling the words
of 100 Dead Men!

(who Live Forever
as Poetic Saints within
my Restless Memory.)

Love...
MY Love!!!

Because of Thee..
The Nightmare Days
I once had know..
shall be My Greatest
Dreams!

(now..and for
Eternity.)

J.Stephen.H.

For you Nardine,
my perfect Love..
my One and
Everything...
My Godsent
Messenger
from above!!

(who has Eased
My Grim Soul's
Suffering.)