Pesky angels

 The pesky angels.

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I know they're gossiping

now 

The pesky little angels

Dancing to music nobody 

hears on quiet nights;

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jokes on us I reckon

And we're the fuckin punchline 

Devils

laugh at 

till

their acid tears

melt 

into

the Moons Fading 

Glow. 

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I get god..

The silent voyeur thing 

and all 

but damn. 

Maybe it makes 

shit 

up as it goes along 

too 

and we're the 

Absurd Product of that ... 

Unified Disunion? 

If that's the case say goodbye 

to 

Personal Identity and sense 

of 

Oneself. 

But most of that shits 

a 

Product of some other 

External 

Shit too right 

So therein lies the dilemma 

slash 

Conundrum chaps! 

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I hate it when my fuckin 

head 

Coughs these absurd thoughts 

that 

Rot like meat enticing only 

to 

those mental vultures who...

Who ...

(seem like gossipy little 

Angels at first until they eat 

Your heart for fun.) 

The light will always be a friend

 Because the light 

Was my friend.

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I used to have dreams where 

My 

Head went for comfort 

and 

No dark thing could touch 

Me.

(Because the light was 

My friend.) 

Then came the ugly 

truth 

No pretty lie of life 

could 

Hope to touch as much 

as 

Death.

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Soon enough angels

quit 

Hangin around Outside my 

window 

Chain-smokin cigarettes and 

singing 

Songs ( that only souls can 

Hear )

to sooth my savage head to 

Sleep. 

(and yes love..the abyss 

is 

Truly deep.) 

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Now I sit at a dusty 

Table 

With saints and sinners 

and am torn about 

the 

Merits of their debates 

Because both arguments 

intrigue me. 

But

Hero...villain..

Monster...angel...?

Whatever I choose...

The dark things will 

Never 

Touch my heart again! 

(and the light will always 

Be a friend.)

My name is Hell.

 My 

Name

Is 

Hell

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Hello,

My name is Hell..

and 

I request to be discluded 

from 

The 

Joys of Heavens 

Narrative. 

My thoughts are 

Bruised 

and 

Ache too fuckin 

much. 

Just

Keep me distant on 

Some 

Perfect Star. 

(and 

My Memory will

Never 

Disappoint You.) 

The days feel dead.

 The Days Feel Dead.

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

The days feel dead 

and 

My Head is stuffed 

With

Molded Straw;

As 

Love throws spare

Change 

At 

The Hobo Heart 

Some 

Monster left to 

Rot 

Alone on A 

Lonely 

Street corner. 

And I'll throw 

Pieces into

Her Angelic 

Wishing well...

(Forever.)

J.S.H.

Thirteen o'clock again

13 o'clock again.

Damn these harsh

Nights.

I haven't seen 

the

Sun

In seven years

And 

My heart beats

in

My head like 

A

John Bonham

Drum solo on

Crack.

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My

Memories 

are 

Untrustworthy

Stalkers

That 

Can't take

No

For an answer

and

Try though I 

May

The only thing

The

Whiskey has managed

To

Drown away is sanity.

(but I keep trying

Anyway.)

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We're not so different

We're not 

So different.

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We're not 

so

different.

Same goal

but

Different 

Approaches.

But I imagine 

you

Sleep better at

The

End of the day

Knowing

You 

Effected such change

the 

Right way

with

A pen.

As

I sit up most

Nights

Listening to the

Wails

Of 

Monsters my fists

and

Weaponry reduced 

to

less than mice.

But that's how 

it

Goes

Brother.

Sometimes it's 

Social

Circumstances.

Sometimes the 

Roll

Of The Dice.

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I wish I could

Be

More like you..

But..

I'm a long gone

Daddy

As a dead

Singer once said.

(Yeah I know that

isn't 

what he meant.)

But hell..who knows.

Maybe

In another life a few

years 

From now we'll be

sitting

On A Pretty Beach

Somewhere

with out respective

"Perty gals"

By

Our side drinking 

A

Politically correct

Wheat grass smoothie

Laughing

about all this shit.

Even though we both

Know men like us will

Always have a certain 

amount of tears in our

Soldier Hearts.

(just kidding about 

The damn smoothies

Though.)

Jsh

The devil's serenade

The devil's serenade.

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

How many of you

can say,

You've taught angels

To dance?

(The devil's 

serenade.)

Or forgot 

The

Dreams of 

Yesterday,...

while

Saying

goodbye 

to 

romance!!

(Before 

Love's Dues

Were

Paid.)

+

Could you

sit 

in

Silence 

for

Centuries,

contemplating

A

Whisper?

With

Thoughts 

that

Re-Write

History!!

For A

Solitary 

Listener!!

(who

Constructed

Life's

Odd Mystery.)

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Oh

So

Few I think

can

Say...

They've taught

Their Devil-Kin

To Dance..

(An angels 

Serenade)

or

Held on 

to

Sacred 

Romance!!

(to see Heaven's

Dues

We're Paid.)

J.stephen.h