The Art of Smiling

The Art of Smiling.
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Your Words can be
Open Heart Surgery;
with that Smiling Face
A Scapel.

Yet those Eyes are
Church to Me;..and
your Laughter my
Lone Souls Chapel!

The Face of God
( once a question mark
on My Brow) is Less of
a Mystery to Me Now;
as your voice serves
to silence these desperate
Screams! (which are
hateful demons of Rage
and Doubt, preventing
me from Heavens
Dreams.)

I am grateful to you
therefore; who performed
upon my Heart this surgery.
You The angel I adore!

( who taught me the Art
of Smiling.)

J.Stephen.H.

With Hope The Reasons Enemy.

With hope the Reasons Enemy. 
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How deep can one go, 
when faith is a grave, 
and Love some fleeting 
Memory? 

Once Burdens are the only 
thing we know. 
(with Hope the Reasons' 
Enemy.) 

I've seen Heaven before, 
once upon the Yesterday 
of My Youth, when Life 
was Beautiful, and the 
smiles were not all painted; 
but then I learned The Truth, 
(knocking on Deaths Door.) 
and Everything was tainted. 

This World represents Irony 
at it's very finest,..where 
so called "reasonable men" 
create flocks of madness based 
on acts of Kindness! 
Where your treasure lies there 
rests your Heart, they say again 
and again. 
(perhaps this explains the Wasteland 
that Mine is.) 

J.S.H.

The finer infant of His Dreams.

Jeremiah Stephen Hennessee

The Finer Infant of His Dreams.
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She asked for honesty in a Monster,
and was surprised by the Abyss seen
reflecting from his ever-hungry eyes.
He The heroic Beast of Living Fable.
(She the wanderer caught in Infant Dreams,
who Loves the Myth of Paradise.)

His Love will either save the World,
or reduce it to a smoldering pile
of Burning Earth; (depending on the
Nature of Girl with whom he plans
to Share His Second Birth.)

This is not a prophecy, but rather
a Promise. ( yet to Be.)
He will continue being The Sad Man
Laughing! (while she remains the
finer infant of His Dreams.)

j.s.h.

Letter to an Old Flame.

A Letter to an Old Flame.
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Long time no see Old Flame,
I trust your ills are better now,
while all things good remain
the same.

I thought of you yesterday,
walking by the shores of
Lonesome Phantoms Bay;
There was a merriment in
your countenance then, and
I always seemed to know
(by heart) the perfect things
to say!
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Do you still talk to those
restless shadow men, who
once trembled ceaselessly
at the foot of our bed?
(or am I the only Shadow
now who haunts your
weary head?)

I hear your name in every
love song, regardless that
the music in my soul has died.
And though I often boast how
loneliness makes me strong,
I would give eternity to have
you by my side!

For without you (Old Flame)
the days are cold reminders
of a Love that should have
been; as I waste away in
shame with Devils as my only
Friends!

And without you (old flame)
nothing will be good, or
right again;...(while all things
ill remain the same.)

J.Stephen.H.

Dance with Me.

Dance with Me.
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Dance with me my Sweet,
for time is fleeting, and the 
reaper treads so softly thus, 
we remain uncertain of his 
greeting! 

and today we might be 
living, but tomorrow dust! 

How many mortal hands have 
clasped together? In love, ..
lust; or something in between? 
More I hope than Heartbreak can 
remember! 

(as it wastes away in 
solitary dreams.) 

There is only tonight, 
(each night) 
for you and I; 
Unborn children bathing 
in the rays of moonlight. 
Grateful for each piece of Time! 

(to share our Souls delight.) 

Dance with me my sweet. 
Till our spinning feet make 
Summer of December! 
So that each hour spent 
is worthy of Life's feat! 
(and our Love the Reaper 
won't dismember.) 

j.s.h.

I Felt it in The Breeze.

I felt it in the Breeze.
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I felt it in the breeze last night.
A coldness laced in Shadows,
which cut me to the core; and
could not be warmed.( regardless
of the Light.)

Laughter from some Other Place
then echoed through my broken
mind; and I saw The Horror In Her
Face replaying from a Distant Time.

The Wind went from soft Whispers to
this Shriek with such great speed, that
I was sure some Strange Whistler
hid and played Cruel tricks on Me!

Yet Nothing but Darkness answered
when I called into the Night; and I felt
a chilling breeze, which could
not be warmed.

(regardless of the Light.)


J.Stephen.H.

Heart of Mystery.

Of all The Hearts I
have dared to explore,
none compare to the
mystery of yours;
which seems to shine
with an inner light.
(that I rarely notice
anymore.)

Though my Life has
been a series of storms,
full of tragedy, and
villains of many forms.
In your eyes the daylight
shines perpetually!
(so that my mind shall
never grow forlorn.)

How great God must
be indeed!,..to send such
a gift (as you) to Me!
Nothing in life shall ever
compare!
(to your heart of Mystery.)

J.Stephen.H.