I like dating a poet.
Every time you talk
you write a poem in my heart.
Words that I can't speak.
Thats called being speechless.
My biggest fear.
Not knowing what to say
when she tells me
she had a bad day.
Like I'd give you a hug,
but I know you don't like to be touched.
So I'd wipe your tears,
but whats wrong with crying a river?
So I can float on my back
to your out breath's.
So you can breathe me in
on your in breath's.
Can you tell me again,
what step it was?
To just tell you it's okay,
Because even on my worst days,
that's all I can come up with.

When you broke down
I saw it all
There wasn't a reason for it
At least none that we remember
There never is
Everything happens in the moment
The life never loved to its fullest
When you broke down
You saw it all
The creation of us
And the destruction of me
When you see the stars and the moon collide
Do you cry as much as you can
Or do you simply hold that image in your eyes
Letting it fuel your new found affection
Letting it reflect the lamp light in an almost dark room
Scaring the hell outta me
When I see them looking at me

My emotions got lost in admiration
Insight of a deceptive mind
Searching for love, found lust
But lust has always been a virtue for pleasure
Pleasure an upthrust of desire
Desire, oh no my heart gone missing for another admirer
Give  me love to quench my thirst for lust

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                    You've broken my heart into fragments,

And those pieces,

                               Became the stars that light my pitch-black moments,


It became an ornament of my life,

    
                Little gems that gleams my night,


Their abundance embellish the darkness,

                                    It makes my life marvelous and worth living for!


         'Cause stars are an exceptional beauty in the  dark sky,

                                    Like my brokenness has it's rare beauty,

             Everyone sees it, but few appreciates.


      'Cause only infrequent times,

                                      With individuals having chuffed personality,

              That people makes blissful atmosphere,

Out of wicked situations.


                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

As I lay me down for sleep,
Know my vow I said I'd keep...

When grim of dream
comes seeping in
And cruelest monsters
scratch my skin
I shall seek safety
I've found in you
Shielded by a love
so sweet and true
I promise to fight
the vexatious dark
And find myself calm
with nary a mark.

So peaceful sleep, please find me now
I close my eyes, heart holding vow

The creepy crawling tingling sensation of taking a bow to an audience of one.
Even subatomic particles change direction when they're under observation.
Human beings, on camera, pretending to be someone who they're not.
Caricatures of who they might be if their life's story were just a plot.
I'm trying to connect the dots.

Circles coinciding with one another like a venn diagram.
Taking different perspectives into consideration;
a visual representation of colliding world views
with some hope of a middle ground that we could all pass through.

Puppets with their strings all tangled up with each other.
I can't dance properly with your knee in my back.

It's not in loneliness.
There are many like him

It's not in not having
for whatever he has
means nothing.

It's not in despair
for it is pain
that means he's living.

It's not in facing
his utter purposelessness
and cherishing it,
because that's all he has.

It's not in recognising
his own meaninglessness
and finding meaning,
because that's all he knows.

It's in moments of brief escape,
in tiny deaths
in dreams
and waking dreams,
where he is awake.

It's in seeing
the others
and knowing they weren't made the same.
They were made perfect,
unable to question their existence:
to not know such pain.

It's in his utter contempt
for his fellow man;
His blind hatred
for all living beings.

It's in a world
in flames
and falling apart
where he finds peace.

Prowling the earth
sparing nothing.
Only a cruel God
could've made
such a sorry beast.

And the beast stares into himself
and coldly confronts his own emptiness
He does not know why.
Agony to be awake.
To live is to die.

That's the pain of being human.
Cast down into the chaos of history.
To be born and to die, for nothing
it seems.
And to go on, without question;
without knowing
what it means.

We slipped into a fallout
Mind in a disarray
My fidelity not quite up to tee
Our words are transient, soon to expire
These actions seem too spontaneous much too eccentric for you or me
My apology seems imperial
Like the most important thing to come between us two
Soon our differences become elusive
And me hating you can't help but seem paradoxical