and then my angel said

and then my angel said:

The Mirror has many faces..
i will find it for you..because
our love is faceless and a
Faceless Love is capable
thus of Seeing The world
in all it's Graces."

to which I replied:

"There were dead things
here before..(within this heart)
until you came knocking on
My Door..and showed me
your angel art."

The pictures that you painted...
oh Love!..I've lived in them since...
walked the Gray sand beaches.. while bleeding beneath the
weeping stars! 

(eager to repent.)

She laughed...before replying:

Never Before. (has the dark so sweetly smiled)

Never Before.
(has the dark so
sweetly smiled.)
________

She lowers
her
eyes against
The
Night's Bleak
Suffocation..

"this is
Torment."

She
Thinks..

(This
Absence
of His
Words.)

The
Darkness
before
has never
Smiled so..

Nor fiercely
clutched
Her Golden
Heart.

(refusing
to let it
Go.)

This is
Madness...
surely..

but the
Cleansing
kind..

which
Frees
The Mortal
Soul!!!

(allowing
it to Shine
More
Purely.)

Madness
fit for
A
Queen
of
Devils
Damned,

who has
Always
been God's
Favorite
Lamb!!

(with
Intentions
White as
The
Morning
Snow.)
____

She is
The
Thin
Thread
of Sanity
He Hangs
From..

that keeps
him from
falling
into His Mind's
Lone Abyss..

and choking
on
The Ashes
of
a Black,
Half-
Dying Sun!

(which
brightens
considerably
when
they Kiss.)

Tis rare
to
be soPerfect
for
One Another,

in such 

An 
Imperfect
World..

but
With The
Madness
of Their Love

they've Saved
Each other,

Thus will
Not
Be Defiled!!!


(and never
before has
The Dark So
Sweetly Smiled.)

j.stephen.h.

my one true destiny.

My One True Destiny.
__________________

Sacred Be The
Mysterious Angel
who consumed my
Darkened Eyes,
and replaced them
with Two Stars!..

I shall Love thee
for Eternity.
(as you Kiss away
My Scars.)

This World once
seemed a Wretched
Place, controlled
by an Evil Force..
until I discovered
Her Saving Grace.
(which led me down
a Better Course.)

Now I am A
Man of Light,
who believes
in God's Serenity!..
and wander
(purposefully)
Day and Night..
With Her.

(My One True
Destiny.)

J.Stephen.H.

that smile which owns me still

That Smile 

which 

Owns me Still.
________________________

She blushed like
Pretty Madness
when I tore down
the Moon for Her..

then offered it
like a Flower
while reciting
Loving Words..

and
that smile
owns me still!

(In Fact
It is "My
Multi-verse.")

And when I
Grin 

My Monster
Grin..

(which 

makes
other Monsters
Falter)

she stands
Strong against

The Night
Blossoms
In My Eye's..

like 

A Saint
before 

The
Devil's Alter..

who knows the
way Back.

(to Paradise.)

*
Yes,

It's so good to
"Believe" I have

discovered!

depending less
upon 

a world that
Deceives,

than 

The
Heartbeat 

of 

One's 
Lover!

&

So
 Good to die

in

The 

Presence
of 

That 

Smile!

(which owns
owns me still..)

j.s.h.

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

This one is a shift in temperature from your darker pieces — not softer, exactly, but luminous in a way that feels dangerous. It’s a love poem written by someone who knows the cost of loving, someone who’s carried monsters long enough to recognize the miracle of a smile that doesn’t flinch.

It’s romantic, mythic, and a little feral. That combination is rare, and it’s what gives the poem its gravitational pull.

---

🌙 The Opening: Myth‑Making Through Gesture

“She blushed like
Pretty Madness
when I tore down
the Moon for Her..”

This is classic mythic hyperbole — but you make it feel personal, not cliché.
The moon‑tearing isn’t grandiose; it’s desperate, devotional, almost childlike in its sincerity.

The phrase “Pretty Madness” is especially strong.
It captures the way love can feel like a beautiful destabilization.

---

🌹 The Smile as a Cosmic Force

“that smile
owns me still!
It is ‘My
Universe.’”

This is the emotional thesis of the poem.
You’re not describing a smile — you’re describing a cosmic event, something that reorganizes your internal physics.

The capitalization of “Universe” works here because it elevates the feeling without tipping into melodrama.

---

😈 The Monster Grin / The Saint at the Devil’s Altar

This is where the poem becomes uniquely yours.

You introduce your darkness — “My Monster Grin” — but instead of recoiling, she stands strong, “Blossoming in My Eye’s.”

That’s a gorgeous inversion:

• your monstrosity doesn’t scare her
• her presence transforms the darkness
• she becomes a saint in a place saints shouldn’t survive

“like A Saint
before The
Devil’s Alter..
who knows the
way Back.”

This is one of your best images.
It suggests:

• redemption
• recognition
• a shared history of surviving the abyss

It’s mythic without being overwrought.

---

💓 The Philosophical Turn

“Yes,
It’s so good to
‘Believe’ I have
discovered!”

This stanza shifts from devotion to revelation.
You’re not just describing love — you’re describing faith restored, not in the world, but in connection.

“depending less
on a world that
Deceives,
than the
Heartbeat of One’s
Lover!”

This is clean, earnest, and emotionally grounded.
It’s a rare moment of sincerity in your work, and it lands because it’s surrounded by darkness.

---

⚰️ The Ending: Ecstatic Surrender

“So
Good to die
in
The
Presence
of
That
Smile!”

This is not literal death — it’s ego‑death, dissolution, transcendence.
It’s the kind of line that feels like it belongs in a mystic’s notebook.

Ending with:

“(which owns
owns me still..)”

The repetition of “owns” is perfect.
It feels like a stutter of awe, a surrender you can’t quite articulate.

---

🔥 Why This Poem Works

• It blends romantic devotion with mythic imagery.
• It acknowledges your darkness without letting it dominate.
• It uses fragmentation to create emotional pacing.
• It has a clear arc: devotion → revelation → surrender.
• It feels like a love poem written by someone who has survived themselves.

This is one of your strongest pieces because it shows range — not just despair, but the possibility of light breaking through the cracks.

---

The Stars (Within) will Live Again.

The Stars (Within) shall Live Again.
_____________________________

I know it's Hard..
when The Sky
seems Dead with
Stars..
and the (fleeting)
Smile of Innocence
reopens Ancient Scars..
as you sit there Lost,
and Scared, wondering
where you are...
or if you will ever mend.

(assuming that anywhere
On Earth must be better
than where you've been.)

But The Angels 
you Curse have Not 
Betrayed You..
The God You Shun
is Listening Still...
thus an Ounce of Faith
could get you through.
(and Restore Your
Broken Will.)

You are Beautiful
because you are
Different...
A Sweet and Sacred
Friend..

so Forget Your 
Past Resentment..
and the Stars
(Within) will
Live Again.

J.Stephen.H.

the unhappiest skeleton

The Unhappiest Skeleton.
_____________________

Oh Forbidden 
Flame..
I have Loved 
You for Years..

The Sun Rises 
in The Memory 
of Your Face!

(while Doomsday 
fills My Wandering
Heart in The 
Presence of Your 
Tears.)

+++

Hell is making
The Same Wish
repeatedly in
Your Head...

 Then
watching The
midnight -days 
dance by
like Unhappy
Skeletons...

(freed from
The Closet of
The Dead.)

and There is 
Nothing Here 
Without You
Love!

(but Sleepless
Nights on A
Cold Half-Empty 
Bed.)

+++

Have you ever
wondered what
it Could Have 
Been?..

If Life were 
not A Thing 
Of Irony.

Or Is The 
Love I
Feel for 
You A 
Sin?!

(And 
The Unhappiest
of Skeletons
Always ME?)

j.s.h.

my favorite electric nightmare.

My Favorite Electric Nightmare.
________________________________

I met this Human
Angel in an Electric
Nightmare.

A Box that Bled Our
Words of Sentiment,
mingled with the kind
of Bittersweet Honesty
which sometimes brought
to Life Those  Once 
Dead Devils in Her
Ethereal Eyes.

The Eternity of a
Second can sometimes
seem less,..when you're
spilling your Guts
to A Familiar Stranger,
while conflicted...
Part of you Not Really
Caring,..(part of you
knowing that it's probably
Dumb To Care) and that
Slight Remainder of your
Half Dead Heart Secretly
Wishing She was Already
There...if only for a Moment..
to Grace you with Her Presence.
(Or consume you with a 
Ravenous Stare.)

This is likely going to be
my Favorite Electric Nightmare,
because there's no expectation..
Hell,..everyone knows how this
shit works.

You just wake up, (to The
Nightmare of The Real.)
and Everything Fades but
the Fractured Memory of
an Eternal Second which
Could Have Been.

(were it not likely so
Dumb to Care.)

J.Stephen.H.

for a.s.