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.

+

Is there
Anything
left
to see?

a profound
Art
to Name,
and show.

Kiss
Goodbye
Those
Sacred
Memories!!

(Of Love
that Never
Said Hello.)

+

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.)

+

to be cont.

you were the only one

you were the
only one.
++++++++++

Yes
(Love)
I Do
remember...

how
Your
Eye-
Stars
(once)
did
Shine
For
Me...

but
left
My
Weary
Soul
Dismembered!!

(and
trapped
Within A
Memory.)

+

You
enlightened
The
Shadow
of My
Psyche...

(then
showed
Me Life
had Pretty
Things.)

so why
Love is
This Ghost
Inside
Me??!!!

(creating
only
Suffering.)

+++

yes
Love..
I do
recall..

That
Wondrous
Climb
Before
The Fall.

I Keep
It In My
Memories!

(and Wish
I could
Change It
All.)

+++

Forgive
Me
Love for
Everything..

I Have
(and
Have
Not)
Done...

and
please
Believe
Me when
I Say!

(you
WERE
The Only
OnE.)

j.s.h.

masks of love

masks of love.
+++++++++++++

Love wears 

1,000 masks,..

and beneath 

those masks?

1,000 more..

to some it seems 

a
laborous task...

for 

others 
Locked or 

Broken
Doors!

+

It 

sees past 

the

pale gray 

curtain..

beyond 

Unfathomable
Seas 

of Sorrows..

into Better

Futures Bright
and Certain!

(where 

Rainbows
Smile for 

each
Tomorrow.)

++

The Masks 

of
Love 

bear countless 
Names,

and with 

them

scores of Unique
Faces,

but beneath 

each

Love is 

All 

The
Same!!

(expressions
of Gods 

Shining
Graces.)

J.Stephen.H.

before true love was there.

before true love was there.
+++++++++++++++

I miss your Laugh...
it's nervous notes..

the way you smiled..
at morbid jokes!

told by me.

(your favorite
ghost.)

+++

Do you remember
spring..
and secrets shared?

to ease the winters
of suffering!

(before true love
was there.)

j.s.h.

daylight kills. (the midnight mood.)

Daylight Kills.
(The Midnight Mood.)
++++++++++++++

Last Night
you
Loved Me..
So
I was A
God...
I

but this
Morning
A Devil
Wears My
Face..

and
Smiles
like The
Greatest
Fraud!

(who
knows
He Fell
From
Grace.)

+++

Last
Night
I loved..

and..

it was
Perfect!


(Angelic
Lips
became
My
Favorite
Food.)

though 

this
morning
I feel like
I don't
deserve it!

(perhaps
Daylight
kills The
Midnight
Mood?)

+++

Presently..

I am
looking
Back In
Time..

drowning
in
Oceans
of
Alcohol and
Rhymes.

waiting...


and
wondering
Why
She makes
Me
Want
to
Scream!!!

(Perhaps Life
Kills Love's
Perfect Dream?)

j.stephen.h.

angel with the eyes of ice

oh, All of my
most recent words
they are intended
to entice!..

that Angel with
The Eyes of Ice.

(who melts my
Soul.)

j.s.h.

dear imaginary fan.

Dear Imaginary Fan.
____________________

Should I dream
how Emerson
Dreamt?

(for all the
world to see.)

Or weep as
Nietzsche
wept?!

(A Dead
Horse beaten
by The Fists
of Destiny.)

Oh, Heaven
and Hell have
Always Crept.

(throughout the
Pages of History.)

WIth Secret
Chapters written,
(and kept) by
Reclusive Men
Like Me!

_

If an Angel
trips upon it's
Pride and Falls
(again) to Earth,

will it tempt
(with Lust) The
Primitive Mind?

(and Steal Our
Second Birth.)

_

Should I keep
This Truth a
Mystery?

(buried in My
Heart.)

Though it
makes me
The Mate of
Misery!

(Perpetually
Hiding In The
Dark.)
___

Oh, if only
Heaven and
Hell did not
so often seem,
like interchangeable
Realities made!

(By a Reclusive
Gods' Imagining.)

J.Stephen.H.