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Hold me closer to you,
     Until this throe is over,
          Wipe away this despairing tears,
              And build smile into my face,
          Take away all of this weights I'm lifting,
       And let me rest in your embrace,
   Whisper comfort into my ears,
With the warmth of your breath I feel.


                                You're all that I needed.


                                                    But­­ oh well, I won't expect too much,
                                          I know for a fact that it won't happen,

'Cause I'm just a NOBODY.





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

A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea —
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.

I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the thoughts in my mind.

I put my head on my hands before me,
There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
And heavy as the dead.

This July, the thought and creativity that I would have given to a Fourth of July poem were reserved to help save a kitty's life. A frequent front-porch visitor, Princess knew nothing of "amber waves of grain," "purple mountain's majesty," and "rocket's red glare." Rockets shot high above her five-word world, that had little to do with patriot's dreams and everything to do with the promise of tomorrow. Right now, I am the only man in the world who cares about this cat's existence. The truth is I am just as stricken, and we lie side by side equally dying.

It is unfair to be crushed by the despair
Of unfulfilled love
But we all should know
As far life goes
Unfair is the only constant