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.
Love Sees
All.
+++++++++++++
The
Old Cliché
is
Wrong;
Love is
Not
Blind.
Love
Is:
The Third
Eye
Of The World
which
Sees Beyond
The
Darkness,
Pain,
Misery, Loneliness,
Chaos
and Despair
of
Life ..
into
The Furthest
Reaches
of
The
Immortal
Soul.
So..
Please,
Get
It
Right.
Love
is
NOT
Blind.
(Love
Sees
All.)
J.Stephen.H.
