if any of this was real

if any of this was real.
___________________

I tell myself that it was
all a dream..

The Letters?, (and your
smile) mere figments
of my imagination.

(ghosts who live and
Die Repeatedly in My
Head.)

The smell of perfume
lingering in the room
is nothing..

You were never Here..
never "real".

Every glorious touch was
but a longing fabrication of
my saddened senses..

seeking what cannot..
( or "could not") Be.
_

This Nightmare quickens
upon my awakening..
when I see the dented
pillow where I imagine
your head once laid..

and that simple sight
triggers memories stronger
than photography..

but colder now than a
dead mans laugh!...

because it all comes
back to me..

(and I realize I have
"imagined" you gone.)
_

I rant away in my isolation..

A Solitary Voice bouncing
hysterically off hateful, gray
walls that seem to mock
me with their grim indifference..

no tears, pleas..nor petty
midnight terrors can effect
them..

because they've truly "seen
it all"..

watched The Devil repent..

as Angels lost their faith..

(or Chose to Fall.)

and Phantoms chased children
down dusty, poor-lit halls!

This is Hell..I Imagine..

but I cannot imagine it getting
any better..

for There is No Imagining
Hope..

and Hope I'm afraid.. is The
Greatest Pretender!

now Phantom..

Fiend!

(Or Wraith.)
_

I tell myself to wake
up..

but I simply awaken
into another nightmare..

A Solitary Head Drowning
in the Sweet Stench of Ghostly
Perfume..that I imagine you
would have worn.

(if any of this was
Real.)

j.stephen.h.












J.Stephen.H.

the clock now smiles instead.

The Clock Now Smiles Instead.
________________________

One Fated Kiss
can make an Eternity
of A Single Second..
as My Heart breaks
the Face of Every
Frowning Clock..
yet..

can any Beast pick
a Delicate Flower,
and still preserve
the Beauty of That
Flawless Rose?..

without drowning
in The Memory
of every Sad Bloom
which died before?!
(or Froze.)
_

Her Eyes sing to
Sleep The Nightmares
In My Head..

turning Monsters
into Happy Men,
who seek Life
Forever in This
Land
of Wandering
Dead.

And I shall Love
Her..For every
Eternal Second!

with No Regret!..

Because our
Soul is One,..
and Timeless!!!

(thus the Clock
now Smiles
instead.)

J.Stephen.H.

a eulogy for dead stars

a eulogy for dead stars.
_________________

She has long since
said a Eulogy for
Those Dead Stars, (that
once shone above her)
and burned every
Passionate Love Letter.

(which reminded her of
Her Scars.)

They haven't left
her eyes though,..
and it's amazing to
see how she laughs
( in spite of sorrow)
as if the greatest Blessing
/Joke in Life is the
Uncertainty of Tomorrow!

(whether  it brings Comedy
or  Strife.)

So..The Sky is not
a Cemetery,..or this
Universal Sanitarium
created by a Half-Mad
architect, (three thoughts
shy of Total Insanity)
who constructs Reality
from afar.

No!...It is a Canvas
of Fathomless Possibility!
That does not End in
a Eulogy.

(For Every Star.)

J.Stephen.H.

oh what a thrill

Oh What a Thrill.
______________

Oh what a Thrill..
to be in the presence
of her Grace..

for Time no
longer seems
like A Mockery
that I Kill!

(and the Clock
reveals a Smiling
Face.)

Pictures no longer
melt upon the wall
of hateful memory..

words of love..
no longer Cut.

Oh..what a Thrill,
to have her Next
to Me!

(with the door
of my Heart No
Longer Shut.)

Thank you
Goddess for
showing me..

The path which
leads to better
Stars.

I sincerely
believe that you
are My Destiny!

and I will
be with you.

(anywhere you
are.)

J.S.H.

for: Nardine.

let fly what must

let fly what must
____________

I say: let fly
what must angel
of mine,

to make dust
of Pearls.

(and Swine.)

Tis The Day..
(this day.)

For casting
away  all
sentimental
notions.

(into another
time.)

Some fools
cannot read
between the
Lines..

(others are
Empty Books.)

Because it
helps them to
Define..

Those lost things
for which they
look!

I say:

let fly what
must...

(Angel of
Mine.)

j.stephen.h

candy nights and dandelion death.

Candy Nights and Dandelion Death.
_____________________________

I keep an image of her in my mind,
until the Angel's Face burns away
everything dark like a force akin to
Daylight...chasing Demons back to
that tight-locked place where they're
no longer capable of feasting on
my Shame.

She makes the Night taste like Candy,
and Death has the smell of Dandelions
growing mysteriously in the crisp air
of some long ago winter. (once buried
in memory.)

and Yes..I realize this Love might
kill us.. as we hide here in sweet
fantasies. (but I cannot think of
anywhere else I'd rather Be.)



j.stephen.h.

butterfly whispers.

butterfly whispers.
_______________

She floats around
in the world like
a butterfly..whispering
praise where needed..

as anxiety reaps
the night air..or creeps
amongst the Daylight
hours like a deadly
poisoned flower..

she is There..
in Grace..

(hour after Hour.)

and the fear inside
which slept?

it has gasped it's final
breath!

For Her love makes
me immortal.

(untouched by
Pain and Death.)

j.stephen.h.