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You are the feathers in my wings,


                              Without you,


                                                          ­      I could never ever fly.




And your love is my inducement,


                                  Without it,


                                                           ­                    I will never have the will,

                                                      And the valor,

                To learn how to fly.




with love <3





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

Pardon me your Honor
May it please the court
I'd like to present a case here
Much worse than first thought

It involves my client
A case I'd hate to lose
Forced onto this life of
Living out the blues

Pardon me your Honor
May I approach the bench
You know I don't do this often
Since I don't know when

My client has been set up
And he's tired of the abuse
That's why we're here seeking mercy
Way beyond the blues

Pardon me your Honor
I feel my client has been framed
He's given up his freedom
His happiness, his name

How he came to be here
He really has no clue
All he asks is that
I defend him from the blues

Pardon me your Honor
And jury of his peers
The man that stands before you now
Is innocent, that much is clear

My argument convincing
The evidence is true
You must find my client
Not guilty of the blues

Forgive me, for my years.
Perhaps I am just nine short of knowing the rhythm to which your heart beats and having the ability to match it.

Forgive me, for my legs.
I did not have, and still have yet to find, the strength I need to run to you.

Forgive me, for my words.
They were deceitful. I believed they could keep you close to me. But in reality, you have always been hundreds of miles away.

Forgive me, for my heart.
The poor thing loves too quickly. It did not see the big picture. For months, it's gaze was fixed solely upon your scorching glow, which was mistaken for a beacon of hope.

So you say poems don’t sell
ain’t no buyer for your works
arduous hours of a job done well
go down the drain fetch no perks!

You’re right poems do don’t sell
though you fill them with heart’s spice
by the hour growing weary and frail
you surely can’t feel any nice!

A dollar a poem how fine it would be
add a dollar a read to it
but poems are meant to be sold just free
you aren’t to be paid for the feat!

But you’re wrong poems do sell
them the readers do buy
when to their heart your thoughts travel
and their spirit soars up sky high!

Every time we kiss, it feels like the first time.
It makes my head spin around.
It takes me to wonderful places, each one full of happiness.
Oh, how I long for your kiss

Only a few are chosen to be whole
And the rest are then thrown in a hole
Those are the memories we tried to forget
And what's in the making that leaves no regret
If you are the piece that fits in perfectly
Would you take my hand and live in harmony?
Or are you just like me trying to find what's missing
It's not always the broken can mend what's already tearing
A saying that would probably get worst every try
One always seek shelter and a shoulder to lean on and cry
When the breaking starts to shatter how can one pick up the pieces?
It's a natural healing, an order that no one suffers an endless stasis
Of emptiness, loneliness and sadness, to many has became a choice
Just have to endure and survive as we always do listening to the voice
Not of the darkness that dwells within us that devours our will
But to the angels singing side by side as you stood on a hill
Where then turn to a mountain, as you build yourself back up
Moulding what was once shattered for the struggle to stop
It has to start on your own to once again be whole stronger than before
Only then you'll find yourself ready to offer, opening up your door

Surprise surprise what can I say?
My life is rolling all over again
I cannot pretend it's not déjà vu
It must be the soul I cannot sustain
It's like a curse was put in my way
Inside a gift was dipped in some pain
For mercy, I beg you to help me my Lord
Don't let me inhale my memories again