Mr. Shining Gets The Maiden.

Mr. Shiny Gets the Maiden.
_______________________

A Knight in Shining
Armor does Nothing;
He simply gleams throughout
his days.

The True Hero in Lifes
situations is The Knight
who's rusted Armor fades.
(tis he who ensures the
Beasts are slain.)

He rarely tips his hat to
Maidens, or (in lust)
scales the highest castle
towers.

Since he's much to busy
slaying Dragons.
(while Mr. Shiny picks
them Flowers.)

Nor is Nobility a matter
of Birth...but rather a thing
of Moral Consequence;
thus Men should be measured
in their worth by the deeds
they do for penance!

This Truth must be professed:
"Glory should not be sought
of People when you Save them."

Regardless that Good Knights
seldom know Loves Caress!
(and Mr. Shining gets the Maiden.)

For a Knight Who's Rusty Armor
Fades; (in spite his often Lonely
Life.) Ensures the Beasts are slain.
(and stands Victor over Mortal
Strife.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Loveliest Among The Lilies.

The Loveliest Amongst The Lilies.
_______________________

It is She..
The Loveliest
amongst the
Lilies..

Who silences
Me with
Her Gentle
Words.

Her eyes
alone say
what no
pen could
fathom.

Clear Blue,
but deeper
than any
Chasm.

(within this
restless
Universe.)

I blush like
A Child when
she is near..

and mumble
things no one
can hear.

Holding back
my Raging
Heart.

(mostly
out of Fear.)

Nothing has
ever felt more
Sacred,..
nor so fully
rid my Mind
of Hatred!

Than She!!

(The loveliest
maiden amongst
The Lilies.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Art of Smiling

The Art of Smiling.
__________________

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. 
_______________________ 

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.
______________________

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.
___________________

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!
_____

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.