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My king's smiles and laughs,
Are my daily dosage of beatitude.





with love <3


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon <3 <3

i love you so much my king,, your happiness is my happiness, i can't lose you ever, i cherish you lot !! I only love you!!!!! I love you more than i can ever scream, shout, say, do, by all means of showing my love is never enough... coz i love you ssoooo ssooo much and i do see all you do for me !! I can't thank you enough for all you do, you are just amazinggg , genius, sweetest, most romantic, PERFECT for me !! I love you a lot !! I know we will meet soon. God is already preparing bigger plans for you and me, i am NEVER giving up on you!! You are my love, my peace, comfort, refuge, my happiness, my inspirer, motivator, the one that draw me closer to God , my king, my soulmate, my preordained one, MY ALL !!! You are my all and i am sooo overly attracted to you and i never get bored of you, that's so nuts !! Coz I am so NUTS of YOU!!! you have no idea !!! I love you sooo much!!!

When your arms can't hug the one you love,
When your lips can't kiss the one you love,
When you aren't physically in contact with the one you love,
When you can't hang out with the one you love,
When you can't go dating with the one you love,
Just close your eyes,
You can shed a tear,
But do that while praying,
Extend your little patience,
Water daily your seed of hope,
Know that so soon things will happen according to God's plan,
God wants us to be persevering in praying and being patient in His answers,
His plans are amazing,
Your time will come don't worry,
His time is perfect..



© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Yes, God's time is perfect. Just be  patient. As i am being patient for my lover, we will meet soon ,, <3 <3
Now I'll sing of my greatest fear

Of the taste of the realm of nothingness

Teasing and taunting like a missing limb

How I dread its incessant pull

Into the passage between here and there

Nothing more agonizing than that chill

Gnashing beneath the hovering darkness, a

Ne'er ending nightmare of infinite nothingness

E'er threatening possession of my mind

Such is the miracle of a near-death your

Soul is never here or there
this word alone
can't hurt you
but
what makes it painful
are the people
that surrounds it*

©IGMS
society will always
pull you down and label you
but don't listen to them
stand at the middle
between feeling
and thinking
don't mind them
be who you are
and what you will be
I've got my own life to live,
I'm gonna be the one to die,
When its time to die,
So let me live my own life.
I stumbled across these lyrics in a song and it made me think that everyone  should make their own life and live it how they want to.
With only a few regrets in life,
I count ever letting you go a major loss.
I'd like to undo a lot,
But with you i crave a make over instead.
Should we ever get to a place where i can't do without you,
Then and only then would we have just began.
This is jst one of those inbetweens that we write which reflects our true feelings. But not particular referring to anyone, rather a representation of and to whoever goes through such a phase.
It seemed so much as no new and uncommon thing
   that what passes on as only a disappearance,
   is but a temporary postponement of something
   long withheld in feelingfulness, in treason of one’s
  desire or simply, a hand which is there, or kept in a pocket
   scouring for loose change, a hand which, somewhere,
    is known in accurate proprioception: refusing to be held;

  I swim against the current not
     for the water behind your river
     that dreams of fish

   I wake not underneath the bowl
      of moon slated by sensorial howl,
     whose wounds are white like
      a face once held in between palms

  and sleep almost endlessly, together
    with everything that twitches, slewing
  to avoid collision, alliterates to blur meaning,
     sways fervently to addle meeting

until we let loose a sigh, and unfasten ourselves,
   dropping pace and both our eyes meet.
The trees sway soothingly
Dancing about to silent music.
You can almost feel the static.
The vibrations in the air.
Wrapping its distant arms around every sense present.
what an intriguing notion.
Laughing at nothing.
Crying.
As the imaginary knife slides into flesh.
Deeper.
What a distraut wind to be stumbled upon.
Pushing everything further away.
Without thought.
Nor care..
With the flavor of blood convoluting the atmosphere.
Does it begin to make sense.
Tare and wilt.
Each leaf does know.
For the new season is upon us.
Ready to waste.
Another melodic year.

— The End —