Dear life....
...just for a day i don't wish to be misunderstood
...just for a day i don't wish to be judged
...just for a day i don't wish to be backstabbed
...just for a day i wish to be loved
...just for a day i wish to forget about my problems
...just for a day i wish to experience some moments of happiness
...just for a day i wish to feel at peace with myself
...just for a day i wish to truly live
Do you think you could grant me all of these wishes?
Or is it too much to ask?

Amain I want to maneuver
Onward into her incandescent
Cloak, as the igneous smoke
That arises. Mine eye's art
Tired and crying; as I just
Want one fragment of her
Skin to feeleth. O' as a man
For I'm weak, as an extra-
mundane being mine thought's
Come out faster then mine
Word's canst speak. I wilt
Continueth not in the flesh,
For the flesh burdeneth the
Soul; though in patience
And spirit, ourn long-
Suffering shalt be made
As the finest of gold. O'
Loveliest Jane, thought
Of mine thinking's, red
In mine brain, How the
Day's and night's art
Long, though I wilt
Still continueth in
Prayer, hymns
Song. Giving
Glory for what
I do hath. In happy or
Sad, good and bad; I'll always look ahead.
To the morrow wherein mine frown wilt be laughter and the roses I shalt giveth thee wilt be of rose loving scent. O' soon mine tear's shalt be dried, and mine phantom wilt no longer be in rent.
As I giveth gratitude to ourn Potter who maketh all thing's new,
Who bringeth water, with droplet dew, who maketh bird's hath nest's, and babies hath homes, in places of peacefulness. O' if the morrow doth for some reason not arrive; I'll send thee an engravement on mount Malindang, With the ring that never
Made it to thee; and mine kisses to spell thy name.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)

are the vowels and consonants
forming meanings  and precedents
or but moments remembered tender
of some long lost love
or a stronger sentiment more
profound, perhaps a lesson for
others to make a judgement
of our morals the existential bottom
of it or the granite forming some mountain
ranging vast differences of climates
of language and man made boundaries
gathered into molecules the skin of water
filling the land and seas
with individuals making
one day a whole
or a law or prophecy at least

We are together in pieces
made of a  poem facade
like howls of a big dog
cry  the sky

something right
is there if but
a kiss or a sigh
so, open your eyes

aggressive, albeit alibis
are calling , we are just fine.
much too steep
the pictures in my mind are

not long enough
you closed your eyes-
once again a lonely night
for once I'm sane and blurred again
bleeding out...

I like your sorry, for
always words for me
worry, bury me.