dear death

dear death.
+++++++++
I spend an inordinate
amount
of time considering my
end.

but how often does
death
consider me?

perhaps he views me
as
a friend?

(and thinks my jokes
are funny.)

dear death i like you
do you like me?

circle yes/no/or
maybe.

(now the crowd laughs
hysterically.)

sometimes i feel
like
an Asshole Ghost,
Haunting Himself

because no one else
will;

and I spend hours
contemplating what
hurts the most,

the time I waste,
or Kill?

dear death i hate
you do you hate me?

circle yes/no/or
probably.

(now
the crowd grows
still.)

j.s.h.

confessions of a Mortal Janus

Confessions of a Mortal Janus.
++++++++++++++++++++++

Beginning to learn the
hard way,

that hell is not
lakes of fire, or being
confronted with torture
and physical torment.

It is existing in a world
surrounded
by profound beauty which
never seems to move you..

and

Smiles are Objects
Without Meaning!!,

as you look up at the
sky and see blackness
peppered with flecks of
light

put there as if
Creation
were Born with a Sense
Irony,

constantly
seeking to
Re-Create
Itself.

+

Hell is
The
Love That
Hates

you,

(since
you
Burn
so
differently.)

The shit
you would
die for

because it's
Absence would
surely
Kill You.

(though
you go
on living
separately.)

+++++


Learning the hard
way,

that The Devil is not
a metaphysical entity
created by Perfection
to test Imperfect Faith.

It is an Absurdists
Reflection
of everything I
Love
and Hate,

while hoping
to be
Equals
with My Opposites

because I
secretly crave the
Temporary

Heavens that
their Endless

Hell's have
made!!

(and..

besides..

the alternative
seems
lonely.)


j.s.h.