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Distance does matter,

                        When it comes to worldly relationships.




                                    But it doesn't matter at all,

                                  When it is a God-centered one.





As long as you connect each other to God,

  
                                  Then He will concatenate and secure,

                    Your hearts and souls together,



And He will surely,

          Give you miracles,

                      That'll show and prove you,




                                                       ­                    How He will find a way,

That you both will be together.



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

The dark hugged me so sweet at first

Til' get tighter that I can't reverse

Now I don't know how to slip through this heavy cursed

Lust, Sin, Pride, Greed,
I'm just your average human disease.
I didn't plan on being what you need.
But now I am, and it ******* scares me.

I'll be a disappointment.
I'll leave you washed up, and spent.
I know I'll disappoint you.
Why won't you quit while you're ahead?

I'm sorry I wasn't it.
Not even close to being a Prince.
I'm sorry I can't be it.
*It hurts less if you just forget.

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip

He dreameth of her
In her extrasolar land;
He pen's for her gracefully
She waiteth for him,
By her foreign bedstand.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

The sunshine is fluttering mine face
Entering into mine soul;
This skin angelic silver
Yet the sunshine turneth it gold.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry