Last night
I googled your name
And found out
That you're one of those kids
Who got a thousand friends
on Facebook and
Hundreds of followers
on bluetweety and I-gramy
Then, I checked
Dozen of your photos
Your  moments
Captured in places that oh-so-fine
Your fancy friends
covered in diamonds and pearls
In a party with celebrity

Sighed,
I realized
That
You're a luxury
I can't afford

i can only do what i can do
what inspiration tells me to
writing it down without thinking it through
i believe that's the way to be true

i can only see what i can see
the burning flame inside of me
letting it pour out and letting it be
i believe that's the way to be free

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You are a really good fisherman,



And I am just but a foolish fish,




                                                       ­                      Preposterously bitten your hook,
                                                    With your bait of feigned love attached to it,
  



                                   Piercing it all the way to my heart,


                  Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,


But I don't know why,

                            I still love the feeling,

                                         That you've been jumping in gladness,

                                             That you've finally caught me,



Even though I was hardly breathing,

               'Cause you've taken  me away from the place,

                                  That makes me breathe and gives me joy.


                                 It somehow gives me relief,

                 Seeing the auspicious sun,

Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,

Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!




                    I should've known all along that it's just an entice!




                              But I am still blessed,


           'Cause I have manage to escape,

                                While damaging and harming myself in the process,


From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.




                                                      ­From then on,


              You've learned a lesson,


  

And use NET instead.



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

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
  The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
  None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
  You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,
  In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
  Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
  And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
  Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

all of these people
do they deserve to be exploited?
if you knew what i know
then it couldn't be avoided

in this spider's web
is a gold mine of information
wrapped in silk they fall below
the fangs of predation

this is a world of contradiction

simple facts erased by complex lies

they have a thing called a smile

but they only use it when it benefits them


i just want to come home


they have a large homeless population

that doesn't out-number the empty houses

they spit on those who would beg

and wish them the worst


i just want to come home


they have a thing called collateral damage

taking lives over an opinion

they only seem to value themselves

and material items


please, let me come home