A Poor Man.
(who married into
Wealth.)
+++++++++++++
I was a poor
man
Who married into
wealth.
The Richness
of
Ocean eyes.
and
Honesty
of
an
unbeguiling
Smile.
*
I still don't have
money.
And ..
I still pity the Poor
Poor
Bastards who view
it
as a means
by
which a man
gets
wealth.
Yeah..
Just let em
TRY
to
Buy such a Freely
Given
Thing as ONE
set
of
Endlessly
Loving Eyes
(and see how
Broke
They Get.)
JSH
Words ..
+++++++++++
My Dirty little
Secret.
I'm
told they're
"For The Birds".
(But only Phantoms
Keep it.)
*
Professor
Professor..
Come
Clean these godamn
floors!
My Soul seeks
A
Confessor.
(The Key to
Heavens Door.)
*
Words.
My One and
Only
Friends.
I am told
they're
"For
The Birds."
(but
consume
You
In The End.)
3 a.m. Moonlight
of
A
Spotted Mind;
(Lonely
without
The Sight You.)
Love ,
The World can be
Unkind!
(but you Make
The
Dark
Worth Wandering
Through.)
*
All of Us
are
Victims Here;
(or
Puppets
in
A
Fated
Sense.)
Demented
Infants
Without Cheer!
( In Perpetual
States
of
Somnolence.)
*
3 a.m. Moonshine
of
A
Spotted Heart.
(Lonelier now
since
you've
Been Gone.)
For
We're but
One
Soul
Torn Apart!
(Two Dark
Nights
Dreaming
of The
Dawn.)
SuiCiDe SoNnEtS.
+++++++++++++
Then
She opened her
Mouth
And Sang ..
Suicide Sonnets.
(That maDe
me
CraVe
The BaNg.)
*
And
Lo,
HeLL was never
HaLf
So PreTTy!
As
When I
Heard
Thanatopian Bells
that
RaNg.
(Throughout
the
LoNesome
CiTy.)
+
She HaTes Me.
She
HaTeS mE
noT .
How does
One
Decide?
WheN
The HearT
is
BoRn to Suffer
And
RoT!!!
(Or swell
with
SenseLesS
PrIdE.)
+
Then she ..
Opened
Her MouTh
And
SanG.
Suicide
SonneTs.
(which made
Me
SeeK tHe BaNg.)
J.S.H
3 A.M.
+++++
3 a. m.
Figures...
Sometimes
I think it's always 3 a.m. .
and
all other moments are clever
tricks
(without treats)
The Heart plays to keep me
Guessing
When things will end this
time.
Whether
By
Judge , jury,
Executioner.
(Or
Lover)
*
Oh,
Who knows
the
Beauty
Of
Metaphysical
Improv.?
The
Horrors
Of
A
Soul's
Articulations?!
(Or
The difference
In Betwixt.)
*
But
Let's go back
To
3 a.m.
MooNshiNe
of
a Spotted Mind ..
(That
Dreams
In Black
and
White.)
(No:
3 a.m. I love you
But
Goodbye!)
+
3 a.m.
gasping /Heart
Near Gone
Lungs About
Fucked too
Nobody's
Fault but the
World's
(and
Mine.)
3 a.m.
who cares
Anymore?
3 a.m. fuck it.
(Perhaps it'll be
Better Next Time.)
J.s.h.
The 13th
Plea.
××××××
×××××××
I plead
the
13th..
(but
don't know
what
that is.)
God
Damn,
The
Multiverse stinks!
(I'll
drown in The Stench
Of
Hypocrites. )
+
Love seems
Like
Goodbye
In
Reverse;
(which
Always feels like
The
Last Farewell.)
Hello
Angel
I'm
YouR
DeVil
Cursed!!
(Your Smile
Casts
A Wicked Spell.)
+
What is this
Rage
I can't Control?
(There's
Victims Buried in
The
Woods.)
This
Fire Burning
In
My
Soul!!
Its
Fuel?
(A
Nightmare
Childhood. )
+
I plead
Th1rt33n
Yet
What is that?..
(Recurrence
in A
Cosmic Shell.)
and
wish
to
Weep
but
only
Laugh!!!
( Craving
Love that
Hurts
Like Hell.)
J.Stephen.H
A Challenge to
The Dark.
×××××××××××××
Her Smile
is
A
Challenge
To
The
Dark;
(Heart
Screaming
Through
A
Wall
Of
Silence.)
Which tears
The
World Apart.
(and
fills
an
Angels
Head
with
Violence. )
+
I
Kissed Her
as
The Moon Grew
Full;
(No Razor-Lips
of
Rage Protesting. )
Until
We Both Laughed
At
Our Funeral!
(and forgot
Old
Sins not
worth
Confessing. )
+
Her Smile
then
Became
My
Reason;
(An Imperfect
Work
Of
Perfect Art.)
Which shines
now
Through
each
Haunted
Season.
(and
Warms The Winter
Of
My Heart.)
J.Stephen. H.
