Speak Not In Saddened Tones For Me.

Speak Not In
Saddened
Tones For Me.
_____________

Speak not in
Saddened Tones
for me,

when I have
reached my
End.

But Remember
All of the
Kinder Things.


(I did for
Family and
Friends.)
__

For
Death is
not the
End of
Us..

it's only
a Reprieve..

and
Nothing
defeats the
Power of
Love!!


(When
You choose
To Still
Believe.)
__

Thus seek
 me
not in Ghostly
Forms..

nor call
upon
My Name..

I have
ridden
out
The Worst of
Storms!

(and let
My
Sorrows Fade.)
___

Oh,

Speak not in
Saddened Tones
for me..

when My
Life
has reached
it's End..

Just
Remember
There
Will  Be Finer
Things!

(when we meet
Above Again.)

J.Stephen.H.

A Euphoric Bliss.

A Euphoric Bliss
__________________

There's so much
My Bright Self
wants to say..
(that this Empty
Shadow won't
allow.)
Like how I see
The Sunrise in
Her face.
(and feel it's
warmth upon
my brow.)
__

A Kiss can be
A Hollow Thing,
or save Ones Soul
From The Grave;
yet Her lips create
Eternity!
(A Euphoric Bliss
that will not fade.)
__

Without Her Presence
I Am Nothing,..
(but another Poet
full of Words.)
Wandering Lost
A World Turned Ugly!
(Consumed by The
Absurd.)
__

There's so
much My Bright
self wishes to be!
(which this hateful
Shadow thus Corrupts.)
Like A man in
charge of Destiny!
(who can admit he's
found True Love.)

J.Stephen.H.

This Place.

This Place.
___________

This must be
The Place.
(Broken Hearts
Come to Die.)

A
Pit of
Love 
Disgraced!

(which makes
Once Joyous
Angels Cry.)
_

My 
Impoverished
House of Filthy
Creatures.

(with cold,
Indifferent 
Features)

Where Shadows
come to feast
upon The Memory
of Her Smile!

(A Domicile
Of Hope Defiled.)
_

I walk Sad
Empty Halls
still seeking,
ways to restore
My Former Grace;

as she Waits
somewhere 
(darker)
Dreaming!!!!

(Of a Love to
Free Her from
This Place.)

J.Stephen.H.

Until My Shadow Laughs.

Until My Shadow Laughs.
___________________

My Lovely 
says something 
is missing. 
(like A 
Sense of Joy 
when we stand 
Kissing.) 

I laugh 
so Hard My 
Shadow cries. 
( but only 
Serpents are 
Listening.) 
______ 

She Hates 
The way 
I Love to 
Hate. 

It fills 
her eyes 
with Sorrowed 
Stares. 

I Love 
The Pen 
which 
Desecrates! 

(and confuses 
' Reality 
with Nightmares.) 
________ 

My Lovely 
Knows My 
Heart is 
Empty.. 
but adores 
My Soul 
in spite 
of that. 

She tells 
me she is 
Not The 
Enemy. 

(I cry until 
My Shadow 
Laughs.) 

J.Stephen.H.

The Greatest Flower Ever Planted.

The Greatest Flower ever Planted.

________________

He picked her

a bouquet of

weeds..

and she Loved

them because

his heart was

in the right place.

It was sentiment

before substance

which satisfied

her needs.

(and brought a

smile to her face.)

_______

He doesn't wish

before the Stars..

he simply  looks into

her Eyes,
and knows

his wishes have been

granted..

For Stars are merely

rocks to Him,..

and she is The

World.

(The Greatest

Flower Ever Planted.)

________

j.s.h.

A Greater Tomorrow.

A Greater Tomorrow.
_______________

He makes wishes
before Dead Stars
which seem to
Laugh..

(resigned to being
the authors who
scribe Mans Fate.)

and I find there to
be a certain irony
in that..

(since the Reality
born from Truth
is seldom Great.)
_______

I remember how
my mind once
trembled at the
thought of a gentle
touch..

when I spent entire
nights dreaming of a
Love to fill The Void;

At Those Times
My Falling Stars
laughed so much!

(in a haunted way
which left me
Paranoid.)
__________

Reality eats Wishes
you know...

replacing finer
fantasies with The
Truth that Life is
Sorrow;

but most Crave
the sense of Hope
their wishing Brings.

(and pray the
Authors write
a Great Tomorrow.)

there is something in:

There is something in:
__________________

There is something in
the way night sings..
which causes my mind
to swim in fondest
memories.

Something like her
smile before kisses;
or tears shed after
burdens shared.

(something in the know-
ledge she will Always be
There.)

There is something
in the World that
seems to recycle
such moments.

Something which
replays varieties
of The Same expe-
rience.

But it's always
her smile before
kisses, and tears
shed after burdens
shared.
(swimming in my
Head.)

j.s.h.