My Dearest Never

My Dearest Never,

If ever the Time
were Never, then,..
The Time is Now.

For Us to be
Un-together, and
weather The Storms
of Collective Brows.

For Sanity (that
Game I've lost)
remains A Phantom
through and through;

Which reminds me
how "Reality" Lost,
 is Clarity Gained!
(and Perception True.)

J.SH.

Tonight, Love is Dead.

Tonight,Love
Is Dead.
+++((+++++


Tonight,
Love
Is Dead.

(and the
World
similar
to A
Parasite.)

A Cherub
who
could
Not kiss

The monsters
from
My Head!!!

(nor fill it
with an
Ounce of
Light.)

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1,000
pretty
Faces,

(All 

Of 

Them
Painted)

stare into
The deepest
Places,

Where
God breathed
Once.

(then
fainted.)

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But
Tonight,
I
Refuse to
Mourn..

(yet for
this reason
ironically 
weeping.)

and
Curse
The world
For being
Born!!

(into
A life
where
I'm left
Dreaming.)

J.Stephen.H.

Madness answered with a grin 😀

Madness answered
With A Grin.
+++++++++++++

Yes...

I've questioned
My
Sanity before;

(And
Madness
Answered
with
A Grin.)

Then
Threw open
An
Ancient Door.

(which let
The Darkness
In.)

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Yet what
I
Saw indeed
perplexed
Me.

No
Tortured
Screams,

Or
Lakes of
Fire;

just Phantoms
Seeking
To Be Free!!



(Haunted
by
Past Lives
of
 Desire.)
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Horrified,
I
Shut The
Door;

and
ventured
quickly to
My Bed.

Never
Questioning
Anymore!

(for The
Answer was
Always in
My
Head.)

J.stephen.h.

That bastard tomorrow

---

That Bastard Tomorrow

+++++++++++++

I am..
perpetually trapped
in When;

seeking an
Eternal Future
which
shall
become another
“Then.”

Never allowed
to be
Now,
because it was eaten by
Yesterday—

and will, sadly,
be laughed at by

That Bastard
Tomorrow.

---

J.Stephen.H

After the Horrors of my youth

After the Horrors of my youth.
​​​​​​​+++++++±++++++++++++++++
After the Horrors of
My Youth,
I escaped into a world
Of
Books and discovered
Better Worlds than
The One I inhabit;
But such
knowledge came
with
A Price.
(that Sanity
unwillingly paid.)

As
A Madman..
I see
Truths that I've
(In my madness)
grown to
Despise..

so..

I
Corrupt Those
Truths ,

and
make them
lies!

Dusting the Floor
Of
History with The
Wings of
Angels

who have always
 "Known"...

that one must
First
Experience Hell!!

(Before they can
Hope
To Create A
Paradise .)

J.Stephen.H.

​​​

For: Tony Taylor.
Thank You for being
My friend.

and
I promise you man..that
I'll never use "your wings"
 to dust the floors of
History.

(Because you make
every
Now forever Brighter.)

I heard the rebel yell

I heard the
rebel yell.

+++++++

I heard
The Rebel
Yell;

but
Billy
Was 3 doors
Down,

Conversing
with
Rolling Stones

About
The
King
Who Stole
A Poets
Crown..

then
Lived
Forlorn..

and
All
Alone!!

Because
His Throne
became a
Seat of Thorns!


(which
brought
Tragedy to his
Home.)

J.S.H.

when life becomes a morbid dance

when life becomes a morbid dance.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Walking
like
a
zombie in
a trance..

where has
the
Feeling Gone?

when
Life becomes
a
Morbid Dance,

and meaning
Fades
with each New
Dawn.

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Is there
Anything
left
to see?

a profound
Art
to Name,
and show.

Kiss
Goodbye
Those
Sacred
Memories!!

(Of Love
that Never
Said Hello.)

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Dangling
like
a puppet from
a string,

truth becomes
a
Hangman's
Noose,

and
Reason
shall
breed Our
Suffering!!

(once The
Inner Beast
gets Loose.)

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to be cont.