my daily routine.
+++++++++++++

I wake up..

and

snort

a line of verse,

(enough

to

ease the word-shakes.)

wonderin

if

i'm blessed or cursed.

(thoughts creating

earthquakes.)

love

watches timidly from

across

the dimlit room.

(never speaking)

as

i

soon devolve to 

a 

state

of Gloom.

(heart within me

tweaking.)

when

is 

enough enough to

satisfy?

will it ever

be

complete?

I shall 

be a poet

till

i 

DIE!

(and

long after probably.)

St. Stephens Wayward Heroes.

 

Act1 Scene 1.  (St. Stephen.) 

Ext. Outside of The Bus Station.

(Stephen is sitting on a bench. With 

a cigarette dangling from his lip. 

He wears a black trench coat out of season for  the summer day, and has a five day beard, and overall unkempt appearance. 

Looking around to ensure nobody is 

watching him, He oops two 

nondescript white pills in his mouth, 

crunches them once, and washes them 

down with a shot from the flask he pulls 

feom his coat pocket. Then coughs in a ragged bark for a moment before hawking, and spitting onto the concrete. 

A pretty woman passing by looks at him in 

disgust and mutters "ew.. gross." and 

increases her speed . 

Grinning , Stephen looms appreciatively 

at her backside as she walks past.

Shortly after , Josh's shadow appears next 

to him and they begin their dialogue.)

Josh:

Gasoline tears

 Her face was a tragedy 

in denial;

With

Gasoline Scented 

Tears

On a Bon-Fire Smile.

And 

I remain that restless 

fool.

(Who's loved her for a 

while )

Memories dance with 

broken legs 

across the dirt floor of 

My  Head.

As angels in the alley 

Beg!

(For old gods to make them 

Dead.)

+

 It was 

like..

Being 

in 

Heaven ,

yet ironically 

prohibited 

from 

talking to any 

Angels;

Look but 

don't 

touch..

Touch 

but 

don't 

Speak.

(Breath while 

getting strangled.)

Stare into 

Dreams 

you know 

will

become 

Nightmares

The moment 

she's gone!

(with memories

of 

Kisses fading like 

The DawN.)

A collabos

 This one's just a piece of shit Blank Verse Ranting that 1,000 versions of myself collaborated on in hopes of somehow unifying.

(No such luck yet 

I'm happily afraid.)

Life friends...

What shit right?

But painted must remain 

This smile to ease the Heart of Love!

+

Shit the razor 

Burns

But damn I like 

It;

I've snorted lines from

Novels now so long my 

Brain sneezes truthful ass

Hypocrisy!! 

That everyone will say is 

A lie...

To a Soul in Hell.

 

Hell?

What fate do you expect,

When you pimped your talent 

out to tyrants who've made the 

world a Trainwreck?

Twas..easier before I do 

suspect.

(When heaven signed your 

paycheck.)

What Love Look Like.

 What Love Looks Like.

___________________

You remind of what Love

Looks

Like from A Padded Cell.

Mouth open in a Scream,

but

Consumed by so much

Silence

that sound becomes A

Lunatics

Dream invented to keep

you 

From Eating A Bullet

or

Takin A Two Foot Plunge

from

Realitys' Broken Chair

with

Hopes Rope around your 

Neck

pinning everything you

were 

or could've been to Heavens'

dingy Ceiling.

And with such a Cruel

Reminder

who

Wants to Remember?

Or

can say: 

"drive the

Nail

Deeper

into The Coffin 

of

My Particle Board

Heart?"

With

Sawdust Thoughts choking

you

into

A Coma Worse than

Hells'

Eternal Hate!!

*

You remind of 

a 

Dream

I had once, before

I

Knew what Nightmares

were.

A

Little Boy Laughing at the

Jokes

of Life because Death had

never

told me any of its own;

and

The Boogeyman was 

somebody 

else's problem.

But...

Now The Cell is 

Full

Of

Monsters who seem

Pretty

At First until you get a 

closer

look 

at them 

and hear (for the first time)

Gods'

Truth that was hidden from

The 

Very Beginning ,

but 

Now rages at you from 

every

corner of Your Hateful 

Prison...

(with A Smile incapable

Of

Silencing Loves Scream.)

J.Stephen.H