When my best friend died
I was left with almost nothing
My loving words were dried.
and my heart wouldn't sing

We held a speech his sister and I
and we praised him to the skies
there was told not a single lie
in this ocean of silent cries

My words and his ears never met
A lot of kind and unspoken words
I held in my heart of regret
like a nest full of newborn birds

But I woke up in my bed
More lucky than glad
Because my friend was not dead
It was just a nightmare I had

I called him on the phone
And I opened up my chest
To let the truth be known
That truly he is the best.

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The heaven open it's window,
An angel descended slowly with glory,
It's  luminescence struck me,
I could hardly see his visage for it's radiance shine in it's utmost state,
He landed upon me with his palms on my shoulder,
Then he enfold me tightly as my shoulders dampen,
His tears gush through his eyes,
As a sudden bright light shine extremely to his whole body,
It's too enormous that I fell on my knees with my eyes close,
The light gradually disappear after awhile,
I opened my eyes and there right in front of me,
The angel disappear but an ethereal being stood by,
He looks so perfect and as he start talking,
It mend my lacerations, it calms my soul,
He said God sends him, to be here for me, to protect me,
To make me happy and to forever love me,
As those words penetrated to my soul,
My tears fell down,
My elation extended widely throughout the universes,
I am beyond happy,
Days are brightest when he came,
All excruciation are easy to carry for he is there always, all the way,
He is my happiness, my best friend, my peace and comfort,
My all.
I lifted my thanks & praises daily to God,
For he had given me the one preordained for me



with love <3

© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

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For this moment I still breath,
It is a precious gift from God,
Birthdays are not only the days to thank and praise Him,
But daily should be a birthday to bring Him back,
All the glory and honor He deserve,
A birthday of a new us for the past no longer exist,
There should be renewal of self each day,
A self so worthy in God's sight.

I could not really ask for more,
For when I look at the sky day and night,
It always shows me God's great love for me,
A love unfathomable to man's knowledge.

I already got my precious gift,
The treasure that I cherish a lot,
He is my king, my soulmate, my lover,
With him in my life,
I am already complete,
I could not ask for more,
For God already gave me,
The person that truly fill the spaces in my life,
The man I truly wanted and needed,
The one who is my all,
And for that this is the best Birthday ever,
Thank God, Praise God, Glory and Honor to Him!!!!



with love <3


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

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fuzzy denizens of desert
strange, unearthly, every one
they wake up softly to the morning
reaching up to find the sun

saguaros, huge, regal, majestic
silent in their special ways
pincushions the size of quarters
brush protect from the sun's rays

from the blazing heat of noontime
to the freezing winter's gloom
these living jewels survive the onslaught
even burgeoning with blooms!

looking out from my front porch there
I see a bird who's home is made
within the side of a saguaro
within its chicks get warmth and shade

I see beavertail and golden barrel
mammalaria in special pots
lining up along the ledges
of where I sit, my favorite spot

before the sun has even risen
this is my safe and holy place
then i feel the creeping warmth
of the sun upon my face

this is where I worship singing
though the neighbors find it odd
this is where I thank my Maker
this is where I talk to God



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/11/2016

She wasn't only beautiful but also good
Because all who cherished her understood
That much as she wasn't long, she was vivid
And discouraged them from being timid

She wasn't a flower but she was petaled bright
And her each and every word came out just right
She burnt ******* melancholy to ash
And her gorgeous make could only be matched by a calabash

She was a mysterious octopus with tentacles everywhere
Little wonder, she comforted all who needed her to be there
Short as a mortar, her speech touched the sky
Touched the joyed without forgetting a single cry

She was everyone's dream, ask those who had a glimpse
Outrageously treasured for such an Imp
She was a kind soul,a gift that kept giving
Those that kept reading,even the grieving

A strong charming lass, but as vulnerable as clay
A mat of lines intricately woven for hearts to lay
She was a thing from a mystical place within
A poem none would cease reading once they begin