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.

Burning the Midnight Oil.

My Love. (Burning the Midnight Oil.)
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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.

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.

______________________

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.