I'm alive,
Not because I intelligently calculate my steps for safety,
But because His grace is sufficient,
Of course I have to take precaution but being realistic here even those who took precaution are no longer with us,they're gone..
Its only His grace I can look upto and say,indeed it kept me,
He sees me through,
Not that I'm special but because its grace; unmerited  *favor

Whilst wounded
I've no anger
In this heart

Toward you

i

Earl Jane, oriental poetess, thou art so down, that's why I writeth this, Earl Jane, best friend of Friend's, thine heart's open as thou doth not pretend, as so many other's do; Earl Jane, thy hand's writeth as a muse, thou art not abjected in mine room, welcomed

ii

Earl Jane, lover of all being's, agone wherein thy heartbreak Sting's, I shalt taketh thine wound's mine friend, kind, gentle, thy charity with none end, thou shalt filleth thy dream's unlike other's thinkest, thou shalt glaze the moon in color's, I'll watcheth

iii

Earl Jane, afoot beside me, its thee I shalt helpeth and guide
I seeith the passion and compassion in thine eyes, as thou art free
Earl Jane, poetica dream, taketh the rope off from around thy neck, ourn savior saved thee, as I'm here for thee to protect.

iv

Earl Jane, I knowest whence thou came: from the before life of this, wherein romantic's met the poetic flame, earl jane, Asiatic bird, let thy anguish cometh out in word's, and jot and scribe thine soul down as it glide's, and frolic for new tommorrow.

v

Earl Jane, is this helping thine sorrow? Art thou smiling now as thou shouldst? Just look at mine face if thou needeth a laugh, we both knoweth its stained, like church rose glass, I knoweth right now that thou shalt laugh, art thou smiling now? Dearest friend...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ friendship poem

We all have shared our shelter
and pulled each other back.
Back from too near the fire.
As we watch the flames of life
flicker and wane,
our love the bigger flame
will keep our hearth forever welcome this coming autumn
as she will inevitably turn back to winter
our hearts will keep the fire burning.

Sweated flesh, heat between their chest's
Heated blankets, a feast;
Of two amour's ****, making love, in nakedness....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry