My Father/My Hero

My Father/My Hero.
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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.)

What Keeps Me Human.

What Keeps Me Human.

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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.
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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.

How Knives of Betrayal make Sturdier Spines.

How the knives of Betrayal make sturdier spines.
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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.

every cut is a tear

Every Cut is a Tear.
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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.

The Mindful Gardener. (a Parable of sorts..)

The Mindful Gardener.
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She who sees beyond
the veil knows better
than most the Nature
of this tragedy,..
how the script is writ,
and who the actors
are.

Yet knowing, and
understanding does
little to change what
seems inevitable.
Thus she wrings her
hands in bleak despair,
raging vainly
against the Poisoned
Tongues of
heartless Thespians
who oppose Love's Truth
with Hollow Words,
and Mindless Slogans.

As I have said in
former verse,..fighting
fire with fire will in no
way help prevent this
world from burning;
yet the Irony is that most
of the world needs to burn,
in order to allow more
positive growth.

This is the parable of
the Mindful Gardener,
who sets fire to dead
fields, so that new seeds
may bloom from the ashes
of those Fallen.

Do not feel helpless
my kindred. For Eyes
open to the Horror see
best the path which leads
to The salvation of this Mass!

You are not Alone,
But in the presence
of every spirit now and
passed; and Their Pain is
the blanket which comforts you.

Let them be your guide.

j.s.h.

A Part of Your World.

A Part of Your World.
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I put no Trust in Fools who
promise The World, for it is
not theirs to offer;
but my admiration grows for
any Noble Soul who offers to
give everything they have.
(even if the only thing they have
is Love.)

Those who give the entirety of
themselves for Love, abandon
the ever-present selfishness that
seems common to the majority
of man; and by doing so they will
increase the prosperity of the world.

A Man without a house to sleep in
can find a Home in the Heart of
his Love, just as a Rich Man who
owns 20 houses can be relatively
homeless if he lacks someone to share
his Home with.

It's about what you are willing to give,
or in some instances do without which
determines whether or not your love is
True.

So remember "The World" is not yours
to offer, but you can always offer to make
those you Love the BEST part of Your World.

J.Stephen.H.