The monotony of some mental states.

Oh, whoever thought it
would be my fate?,..
to reduce the glory of
Loves Complexity to the
Monotony of some Mental State?
Or become the villain of
modern times! 

(considered heroic
in former days.)

It's amazing the lies we
are willing to tell others
in order to convince ourselves,
that a purity exists within
the Star-Raped Minds of Lovers!

(when truthfully most
Romantic Heavens End
 in Hell.)

Thus Faith be damned!
So that I will never be
alone within my restless
soul grown Heartless!
Something less than Angel,
more than Man!
(A Prophet of Eternal
darkness)
who will spend forever
opposing fate!

(rather than reducing loves
complexity to the monotony
of some Mental State.)

J.Stephen.H.

the poetry in her face

The poetry in her face. 
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The Poetry in her Splendid Face, 
tells a story of constant faith, 
which inspires in my sleeping 
heart a Need! 

(to feel Gods Saving 
Grace.) 

For Though many Horrors I have 
seen,  (upon this Tragic Earth) no 
Beauty compares to her Eyes Serene! 
(or that smile of endless mirth.) 

Like a messenger sent, she often 
boasts, about those Miracles of The
Heavenly Host; who watches From
That Golden Throne, (illuminating her 
life the most) promising she is Not 
Alone! 

( but in the presence of A 
Living Ghost.) 

I am lost therefore in the Poetry 
of Her Face,.inspired to seek Gods 
Saving Grace; and though many 
tragedies  I have seen, she makes 
the world a better Place!

 (and reveals my Destiny.) 

J.Stephen.H.

Infants in The eyes of Mystery.

Infants in the Eyes Of Mystery.
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You asked me once what 
I believe, but I can only 
tell you this: "all remain 
infants in the eyes of Mystery!" 
(and die in states of ignorance.) 

Yet do no cease pursuing reasons, 
or questioning why life seems to 
be a stage of Mortal Sorrow; 
since curiosity applied to each 
New season, may provide the answer 
sought tomorrow! 

I Believe that your "belief" 
determines some Reality, thus 
if you live in constant grief 
your Life becomes a tragedy!, 
and brings despair without 
relief! (which echoes through 
Eternity.) 

Still, ask tomorrow if you must, 
and let your Young eyes gander, 
By Sorrow Born we eat Lifes dust! 
(yet Mystery remains The Answer.) 

J.Stephen.H.

In You I find a Noble Muse.

In You I find a Noble Muse. 
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In You, I find a Noble Muse, 
better than the Night; 
greater in Beauty and Truth! 
(who repairs my fractured 
sight.) 

It's amazing how a simple 
stare can reveal the entirety 
of ones Heart; 
and take you distant places, 
(without going anywhere) 
so full of Loves Sweet Art! 

Therefore it is to You, 
(noble Muse) that my Soul 
sings it's faithful ode; 
You who showed me greater 
Truths! 
(than the Night could 
ever know.) 

J.Stephen.H

Theatre of Heart.

In The theatre of Heart.
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The One for Me will 
Know the moment that I 
Do, and have no need 
to second guess herself, 
or try to rationalize what 
cannot be reasoned. 

For Time and Experience 
Play no Part in the Theatre 
of my Knowing Heart; 

And Fate is The Footstool 
Love lays Her Pretty Head 
upon; 

"She" has Always been 
Mine.

J.Stephen.H,

Black Noise.

Black Noise.
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Her Love welcomes The Dead back
to the Land of Living; to breath (once
more) the sweetened air, and see Electric
Shores.

So Why is it then that I choose Death?
 and to remain dead Now Forevermore!

She sees Ghosts, and does not turn her
head in fear.

Those forsakened, damned
and Lost

(a multitude of Visitors whispering
thoughts into her ear.)

Yet,.. I do not go to her.
Nor offer the faintest sigh,
or whisper.

(for there is Horror
in My Words.)

I simply remain a Heartsick
Listener!

(separate from her Mysterious
Universe.)

Some remember their Death,
others do not.

But I feel as though I've always
been dead, and simply waited
for my body to follow, and Rot!

Her Love welcomes the Dead back
to a Land of Living,..

(soothed by Secret Angels
in her voice.)

But I do not go to her, and choose
Eternal Death!

(Forever drowning in
Black Noise.)

J.Stephen.H.

Come Back to Me.

Come Back to Me.
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Where is it that you go when you
look at me so?;..
when your eyes shine with gray
nothing,
and little tremors flicker as you
try to smile.

Sometimes I think I'm in Love
with a Stranger,
(that my Soul has known Forever.)
this Ghost who has your Face,
but always seems to fill my Heart
with Daggers.

Is there Anything Left of You?,
something pure
that wasn't set aflame,
or thrown to the ravenous
wolves who make Sport
of seeing how many
Dreams they can eat,
or chase away!

My Beautiful Living Corpse,
sad Robot
going through the motions
of a Passion it used
to Feel;
Oh, How I love you Still!

Come back to Me,
or stay
where you Are
and leave me with
The Pretty Broken Frame!

Either way I'm still Here,
and not
going anywhere.
( honestly I'm probably
the only Living Ghost
who hasn't Changed.)

J.Stephen.H.