Four Gems

I wrote the below four 'gems' all last night. I wouldn't call them gems...
But maybe if I'm confident that you'll like these poems, you'll actually like them.

...you WILL like these poems.

                                                 gem 1                                                                   

Now, burn, apathetic heart
into flames, or into passion
Better either than sickly warm
which smothers me in similar fashion.

                                                 gem 2                                                                   

Speak of fire and find me there
In voice proclaimed, pretending too
To live a life alive, awake,
Two lies that ring forever true.

                                                gem 3                                                                      

Twelve is the hour, the same is the number
Of devils in dwelling the broads of my shoulders
Brilliant in sculpting and drawing the features
That keep you from hope of resisting me further.

                                               gem 4                                                                        

You expect human to compare
with fiction? A gossamer man
of beauty and shine, but of
no substance? A golden figment
of imagination, with no weakness
but that of non-existence?

A fight with Expectation is a fight I will lose,
A dance with the Devil, the endeavor of fools.