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