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.
____________________

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.
______________________

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.

As You Wash Your Hands of Hope.

As you wash Hands of Hope. 
________________________ 

Return to Night.
They say.
Those voices 
of Experience. 
(who ruled my 
Yesterday.) 

And Abandon Hope!
(in your sweetly 
smiling One.) 
For She Loves 
A Ghost! 
(Thus Death 
Her Heart has 
Won.) 

Did you Think 
Life could be 
Different?... 
(considering 
your disgrace.) 
After so much 
Time as a 
Monster spent! 
(and The Beast 
which marks your 
Face.) 

Return to Night; 
(speaks the Voice 
of Greater Reason.) 
allowing Ghosts to 
remain in Love with 
Ghosts. 

And May Blood Fill 
This Newborn Season !
Bringing Hell's Delight! 
(as You wash your 
Hands of Hope.) 

J.Stephen.H.

Loves Lullabye.

Loves Lullabye.
______________

I Love how your Face
blooms like a Flower
opened by The Morning
Sunrise; as your Smile echoes
through Ocean Eyes, and
sings to Sleep the Madness
of my mind with Pretty Lullabyes.

The Beast I am
becomes a gentle Lamb,
when touched by The
Glory of your Hands;
and in your ethereal
presence every Foul
Thing Flees!
(so that each moment
spent gives Birth to
Sacred Memories.)

I no longer count the ways
my sweet, in which your beauty
rescues me; and Love
(a impossible feat)
now seems to come more
easily!

For in You (my Love)
I see the splendors of
The Sunrise; and hear
(with newly opened ears)
A Pretty Lullabye!
(which Sings to Sleep
The Madness in My Mind.)

J.Stephen.H.

Marionettes In A Madmans Dream.

Marionettes In A Madman's Dream. ______________________ i should'nt be aggravated but I am. it keeps me up days torn between dreams of what should be, and the nightmare of what is. what is,..is NOT YOU. Not the Angel of my lone hearts sentiment who's kisses mend in spite your body's broken wings. I am a melting pot of passion with no outlet of release. Last night I imagined us standing close to one another arguing in fits of restless heat; eyes locked together in chains, each too stubborn to look away. (neither broke the stare.) Then I reached out my claw and grabbed you by the hair; My kisses hot weapons your eager lips were more than willing to receive. I pushed you up against the wall and ran my hands roughly down your body; then you sighed like angels sigh when I reached the velvet slip. Fingers dancing swiftly like marionettes in a madman's dream. I entered you there, against the wall; and our hearts stopped long enough to remind us of all the good things other lovers Still live For. (those sacred moments.) I walk away after that. Into another room, or another dream..some  cruel nightmare where none of it was real, and your laugh a sad echo in my head that never found a voice to speak up for the love Destined To Be! (and of course you never knew any of it because you didn't choose me.) J.Stephen.H.

A Timeless Moments Bliss.

A Timeless Moments Bliss.
_____________________

I am there (in part) when the 
midnight tears fill up your 
desolation; 

You, the pretty girl who smiles 
to mask the sorrows of her 
Heart. 

I am the clever thief of your 
failing concentration. 

( a whisper of insanity 
which penetrates The 
Dark.) 

Yet never once did I put 
on my sheep skin suit 
to fool you; 
I have always shown you 
everything I Am. 

You chose the Abyss 
you fell into. 

(it was shaped by your 
attraction to The Damned.) 
_

You are not the first to 
seek salvation from the 
lost; 

or offer your newborn 
chastity for a Timeless 
Moments Bliss. 

Nor will you be the last 
to pay the Cost! 

(your Soul was 
offered for My Hellish 
Kiss.) 

J.Stephen.H.

In The Darkness. (I Had a Friend.)

In the Darkness.
(I had a friend.)
_______________

its funny how 
angels walk on 
eggshells in my 
footsteps wake; 
looking for another
soul to steal... 
some heart to mend. 
(or mind to break). 

In the darkness 
i had a friend, 
whom i betrayed 
for a goddess who 
makes rainbows 
of the moon.,..
He spoke often of 
Loves Grim End. 
(and assured 
it would be coming 
soon.) 

Yet as I sit here 
lost and lonely, 
feeling like the 
one and only; 
i think fondly of her 
restless smile, ..
(which seems to
own me)
that sad, uncertain 
glimmer full 
of doubt and self 
denial!... 
and nothing 
matters but the
 now.!!
(which will surely 
feel like eternity 
in a while.) 

J.S.H.

That Time of Innocence.

That time of Innocence.
__________________

I remember well that
Time of Innocence,..
when my mind was
mostly preoccupied
with love and other
foolishness; before
the storms of reality
hit. ( showing how
men are ignorant.)

Yet when the veil of
sweet- scented
lies are lifted, to
reveal The World
and all it's Truths,..
we cling stubbornly
to Loves former states
invented;
(considering our
delusions finer Proof.)

For a Man without
Love, (or its illusion)
is an animal wandering
aimlessly through unknown
woods; searching in vain
to end his Souls Confusion.
(with only the law of savages
understood.)

Thus, in deep reflection
of Loves preferable state;
I find myself returning to that
former innocence, regardless
that my reason fails me!
(and the Heart of Man seems
fake.)

J.Stephen.H.

Something more than A Ghost. (Letter from the Lost.)

Something more than a Ghost.
______________________

It's as if you've opened 
up an expressive 
flood of Duality now 
pouring forth 
from me. 

I only pray (my sweet)
that my dark soul 
can reach you in those 
Silver dreams; 
perhaps enough to 
shake the fallen loves 
twilight from your 
emerald eyes, 
and show you higher 
realities than your 
soul can realize. 

I feel that you and I 
together as One would 
be stronger than the 
nothing which has for so 
long shaped us; eating 
away the meaning of 
our life's basic frame, 
until little more than chaos 
and despair remain. 

Whether you feel that
Love is a choice, or 
reaction to some 
animalistic chemistry 
which effects 
us unbeknownst,...
I hope soon you will realize 
that in me lies your bright hearts 
counterpart. 

(and I can always be something 
more than a Ghost.)

J.Stephen.H.

With One Love. (The Tie Which Binds.)

With One Love. (The tie which binds.)
_________________________

I realize Dear Love,
that I often preach
my Souls desire for
all to soon be Free;
yet (none the less)
may the only amorous
beast who stalks your
sordid dreams be me!

Though I glamorize
Life's Loneliness from
my lair of Dark Despair,
I must confess a certain
fondness for your Smile,
and Raven's Hair.

Because in you I see
a Better Me, before
the rage and blood;
before My Angels
Lost their chastity
to drown in lustful
floods.

So when of Freedom
I do preach, my odd
sermon discludes you
and I; For our Souls
are bound now each to
each!

(with One Love the
tie which binds.)

J.Stephen.H.

Angels Everywhere.

Angels Everywhere.
______________

You ask me how much I love you,...
yet how can one measure the depths
and width of infinity with mortal words
unsuitable for the task?
Such Love remains a Mystery.
(yet as clear to me as glass.)

I find myself amazed daily by
my hearts ability to hold these
feelings no ocean could
contain, because they have
no end;...and though you
might smile 1,000 times an
hour I view each as the last
I'll ever view again!

In you, my Soul finds the
strength to face any tragedy
which might occur tomorrow;
and I thank God for any moment
spent, whether it brings joy,
or mortal sorrow!

And in You, my Love,
(My perfect Love)
I measure the depths
of Me with but a stare.

For You My Love,
(My perfect Love)
convince me there are
Angels everywhere.

J.Stephen.H.

This Presence Near Me.

This Presence Near Me.
_____________________

At night I'm Haunted by your presence,
bathing in the Moons grim essence,
letting not the Starlight In.
(that food of fools and peasants.)

Though I have surrendered my Will
to the inevitability of your passing,
(as untimely as it proved to be.)
My faith is dead in things Everlasting!
(which seems more like a punishment
to me.)

For how can I dream of such glorious
posits, like Peace, and Gods serenity?
When the world around me is dishonest!
(full of war, and other nightmare scenes.)

This presence near me won't subside,
it seems more constant than the tides;
as The Moon reigns on her Icy Throne
Supreme!

(ensuring my life will be
bound by Lunacy.)

J.Stephen.H.

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. 
______________________ 

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.
___________________________

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. 
_____________________ 

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.
_____________

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.
____________

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.
_______________

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.)
___________________

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.
______________________

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.
________________

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.

How Knives of Betrayal make Sturdier Spines.

How the knives of Betrayal make sturdier spines.
___________________________________

If the knife goes any deeper I'll have a new spine;
but it will be a sturdier spine, so perhaps I should
be grateful?

Why must betrayal be viewed in such a negative light?
If nothing else it serves to sharpen ones awareness of
who remains true, and who reveals themself to be a
soul-sucking parasite.

I like to consider that any experience whether perceived
as good or bad, can be an education which will help you
further down the road of self-discovery.

So today I give thanks to you, wretched fiends, and lowly
backstabbers who once wore the face of trusted friends.
Thanks for educating me and serving as an example of what
I should never strive to be.

j.stephen.h.

every cut is a tear

Every Cut is a Tear.
____________________

She gets off on thoughts of Suicide;
and her Favorite Horror Story is Her Life.
Many times she's come to ask me :"why?"
Did all the good things in Me have to Die.

I don't know what I should say to Her.
theres rarely any comfort in my Words.
Loves a Bitch who wields a Wicked Blade,
that cuts so deeply even Laughter Hurts.

Somewhere farther than her silent fears,
every cut she makes is just a tear.
I wish I could somehow ease her Pain.
But pain within is something too unclear.

The Monster did it's best to Eat her Soul;
yet in spite of this she's strong enough to fight.
And when he gets out someday on parole.
(he just might disappear for Good One Night.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Mindful Gardener. (a Parable of sorts..)

The Mindful Gardener.
_________________

She who sees beyond
the veil knows better
than most the Nature
of this tragedy,..
how the script is writ,
and who the actors
are.

Yet knowing, and
understanding does
little to change what
seems inevitable.
Thus she wrings her
hands in bleak despair,
raging vainly
against the Poisoned
Tongues of
heartless Thespians
who oppose Love's Truth
with Hollow Words,
and Mindless Slogans.

As I have said in
former verse,..fighting
fire with fire will in no
way help prevent this
world from burning;
yet the Irony is that most
of the world needs to burn,
in order to allow more
positive growth.

This is the parable of
the Mindful Gardener,
who sets fire to dead
fields, so that new seeds
may bloom from the ashes
of those Fallen.

Do not feel helpless
my kindred. For Eyes
open to the Horror see
best the path which leads
to The salvation of this Mass!

You are not Alone,
But in the presence
of every spirit now and
passed; and Their Pain is
the blanket which comforts you.

Let them be your guide.

j.s.h.

A Part of Your World.

A Part of Your World.
__________________

I put no Trust in Fools who
promise The World, for it is
not theirs to offer;
but my admiration grows for
any Noble Soul who offers to
give everything they have.
(even if the only thing they have
is Love.)

Those who give the entirety of
themselves for Love, abandon
the ever-present selfishness that
seems common to the majority
of man; and by doing so they will
increase the prosperity of the world.

A Man without a house to sleep in
can find a Home in the Heart of
his Love, just as a Rich Man who
owns 20 houses can be relatively
homeless if he lacks someone to share
his Home with.

It's about what you are willing to give,
or in some instances do without which
determines whether or not your love is
True.

So remember "The World" is not yours
to offer, but you can always offer to make
those you Love the BEST part of Your World.

J.Stephen.H.

Suitable Stars.

Suitable Stars.

_______________

Our suitability is not written

in the stars my Lovely,
we create the suitability of

Self by the choices
we make, and Chances we Take.

Sometimes We get burned,
sometimes We Burn Others.
(but the luckiest of souls burn
together in such a way that
it melts the memories of every bad
Love which came before.)

J.Stephen.H.

Patsy

PATSY.
___________

There are few people in life so capable of uplifting the weary
spirit with joy, that those who possess such rare qualities should
be exalted with the highest praise.

My Aunt Patsy is one of these rare types. Who has a strong sense
of Family, Loyalty, and Spiritual Grace. She is a sweet Soul, always
eager to listen, and make time for those she Loves.

There have been many occasions on which she has showered me with
genuine, heartfelt compliments after reading a piece of my work, or given
me praise for my various intellectual and creative undertakings.

People like Her are Blessings, and their endearing qualities are a positive
influence on the lives of those they affect with their inspiring light.

So in brief, Thank You Patsy, for being who (and what) you are. A Bright
light shining in these darkening times. (in which genuine lights are Few.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Saddest Girl.

The Saddest Girl.
______________

Look past this fog my Friend.
To see things for what they
are; (dreams beyond this state
of living suffocation.)
Then you will be a Star!

Are Images so important
that you would sell your soul to
become the most Desired Image?
Forgetting the sweat, and tears that
made your words so Great!
(If so then I imagine you should
realize by now that you are Nothing,
and Loneliness is Your Fate.)

You are always famous to those
who love you; regardless if you're
never famous in the eyes of the world.
If that isn't enough to satisfy you,
then nothing in Life will ever bring
you satisfaction.
(and that my friend makes you the
Saddest Girl.)

J.S.H.

I no longer count the Ways.

I no longer count The Ways.
_____________________

I no longer count the ways my Love,
but wait impatiently, with a heart driven
by reckless abandon.
Cursing the stars above, which seem like
jewels to everyone else.
(but strike me more as taunting Phantoms.)

I remember how things were simpler.
When the monotony of these passing days
were graciously seen as Sacred Routines;
I was different then, as A Beginner,
before Love became My Blasphemy!

God must surely (if nothing else) have an
extraordinary sense of cynical humor;
to create such a Thing as I.
Human Cancer, with A Heart full of Tumors!
(destined to live indefinitely then Die.)

So I no longer count the ways my love,
but wait impatiently for my End.
Cursing the taunting Phantoms above!
(inviting Death, my Friend.)

J.S.H.

Against these raging Times.

Against these raging times.

________________

Because you care My Love,

I don't.

Not for anything this world

might offer.

Because to care is admitting

we are lambs.

(led by Romance to the

Slaughter.)

Yet I am not a Cynic My Love,

but a Critic.

A critic of false charms,

and Foolish conventions;

Who views this World

through A Critical Lens!
(so of course "Reality" makes

Me Sick. and I don't
have any Friends.)

But because I am
Loved by You,

I Will Do Anything I must.
(to fight against

these raging Times
and Keep

You.)

J.Stephen.H.