about last night (if only in my dreams)

About Last Night.
(If Only In My Dreams.)
____________________

Oh..about Last Night..

I know now why they
call it a Blind Date.

(for I was Blinded
by Your Beauty at
First Sight.)

You have A
very Hungry
Stare.

The kind that
could Drink One's
Soul in in A
Matter of Seconds.

(and leave it
drowning in
your Lone
Hearts' Glare.)

I don't know
where this will
lead,

but I will try
my Best to be
Cautiously
Optimistic,..

Because Last
Night you showed
me What I Need!!

(with the spontaneity
of your Kisses.)

You
(My Sweet)
are one of
The Loveliest
Walking Tragedies
I Have Ever seen,..

and I Hope
(To Heavens
Fleet) We
Meet again!

(IF Only In My
Dreams.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Extremes of Love.

the extremes of love.
_______________

Two Forces constantly
gravitating between
negative and Positive
Extremes..

Creating An absurd
polarity.

(which strangely
excites me.)

I imagine (at times)
that her lips would
be like Fists..

Throwing Kiss-Punches
to defeat me during
moments of dispute.

Revealing A Self
Defensive Rage,
which leads to
amorous bliss!

(or..chaos creating
it's own Version of
The Truth.)

But while such
alternating currents
attract, they also
stick together until
They Explode.

And I truly
do not want
that.

(thus beauty
should leave the
beast alone.)

j.s.h.

in this hell i make

In This Hell I Make.
________________

I suppose there's
soon to be another
Romantic Death
Match.

Cruel words,
(and soulful
ironies) exchanged
between two
Flames.

(still wondering
Why Love Their
Drove them Mad.)

I know this
Reality well
enough..because
(in Part) I
perpetuate it.

I just seem
to have a knack
for making
Roses smell
like Shit..

and I am
an Addict..
make no
Mistake.

A junkie
for This Love
I should
Forget!..

Resigned to
Chaotic Fate!!

Yet..Forever
I shall gladly
burn!!

(In This Hell
I Make.)

j.stephen.h.

the ode of nevermore.

The Ode of Nevermore.
________________

Ah..Forget about
Forevermore My
Sweet Adored.

(since "Nevermore"
now seems to
answer best The
Question I implored.)
_

In Dreams I
see The Mortal
End of Me,..

Standing Lonely
in God's Courthouse
Weeping,..

and never were
More Tragic
Scenes so Laughed
at By an Angel Jury!

(especially when I
tried to Plead The
Insanity of Being
Born "Half-Guilty.")

_

I can only Hope
Beyond Hope,

( My Hangman's
Rope)

that I never
again lend my
Heart to thee,..

for All of My
Love went up
in smoke!

(Torched by
The Hateful Flames
of Destiny.)
_

so Forget
Forevermore
My ONCE
Adored..

(For Nevermore
now seems The
Answer I was Always
Looking For.)

j.stephen.h

a one man purgatory

A One Man Purgatory.
_______________

I feel Dead..
(Hell, Deader
than Dead.)

With Love
A Mere
Purgatory In
My Head..

This cracked
egg which seeps
Romantic Sentiment.

(debating
Everything I
Should have
Said.)
_

It's like I'm
being Mocked
by a Heartless
Timekeeper..

who has stolen
Cupids Golden
Bow,

placing it into
The Skeletal
Hands of that
Grim (and dreaded)
Reaper!!
_

Oh, (In Truth)
The Patience of
My Heart is but
a Fable!,

and I must have
you back My Love!!

(The Moment
you are Able.)
_

Please...

Let Not Our
Fated Love now
Be a One Man
Purgatory!

Filled with
Romantic Sentiments!

(that could have
told a Better Story.)

j.stephen.h.

my words shall never be deceased

my words shall never be deceased
___________________

I imagine (Tonight) they were
expecting tragedies to pour from
me...sad sonnets soaked in doom
and double dipped with words of
Irony.

Perhaps a description of Hell
contained in A Human Heartbeat?...

(This Soul caged, and feverish
with wanting.)

But I've spent half the night laughing
at memories of old nightmares,
that once left me curled up in the
bathtub scared..drunk on whatever
cheap, rot-gut whiskey I could find..

Perhaps I'm evolving?..or just
losing (what's left of) my mind?

(or perhaps I simply don't Care
This Time.)

_

Oh Poetry..how I love thee..
for (with you) I am capable of
Anything!

With Words I  make grim
devils blush..

Or write Sonnets of Love.

( inspiring Angels to
Shed Their Wings.)

You have always been there..
in some form or fashion..
as a constant in my thoughts,
transcending the Monotony
of Life's Interactions.

You guided me through My
First Kiss!..

Consoled my Heart when it
was Broken!..

While Honoring the Dead
I Love, and Miss!

(So With you, there truly are
no Limits..and my Soul
Finds Satisfaction.)

_

Yet I imagine they expect me to
cease...

To Drop my Pen and Fade
like a Whisper..

(Drowning
in a Sea of Screams.)

But I would just as soon
Die!!

And even then...

(MY WORDS SHALL
NEVER BE DECEASED.)

J.Stephen.H.

your new home

The Heaven of your Perfect Form.
_____________________________

you certainly have
a style all your own..
and your face creates
a poem..like this lost
garden where angels
roam.. tearing up paper
silhouettes of demonic
comedians.

(for all the world to see)
_

May My Heart 
Be Your New Home
My Sweet!..with rose
floors, rainbow
ceilings...

and birds flying
freely without 
cages..

Where no one ever
weeps, and children
do not lose the innocence
in their faces!
_


I love the way this
feels...

like making loving
during an electric
storm..

My Cup Truly runneth
over..

(to the point it Spills)

and I would be happy
Forever..

Knowing the Heaven
of Your Perfect Form!!

(before which I kneel.)

J.Stephen.H.