You know what sickens me through the cord.
On how can the model un dictate to Israel.
That they have to give away part of their country.
To them when Christ whom created this universe.
Is the one that gave it to Israel, in the first place.
Maybe this evil model un needs to lose their land.
See how they would like it if the roles were reverse.
It just makes me sick and why is Israel obeying them.
I would tell them that they are trespassing on private land.
Putting the fear of Jesus into those evil dirt bags   for interfering.

I tried to be the best peasant
As I bowed to mine Queen;
Then she lifted me up
She crowned me her king.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

we believe we are free
as they tighten the chains
i'm talking about the powers that be
controlling and washing our brains

they just don't want us to see
how love can **** all pains
i'm talking about the universal key
the key that unlocks the chains

So she's leaving us
Driven out by the mindless idiots
Who infest this site
I had it with my last daily "Hope"
But the writer had less likes for all his poems
Than I've got in just one
We, we who write and post do it for one reason
We write because we love words
We DO not write for torrents of abuse
And so I say to you
Ignore the abusers because they are lessor people
Than you
There is no love in their words
Simply because they are incapable of expressing love
You, you the poets, you the true writers
Stay, ignore the idiots
YOU are the beating heart that keeps us alive

Under velvet skies i'll close
my eyes and dance.

Standing in the blue waves
of the sparkling sea.

Dancing in eternal movements. Shaking my hips and *******
for you.

Jumping up and down the
way dolphins do.

Moving my chest up and down
as the coins on my bra reflect
the sunshine.

Watching eternity flow from
my fingertips as the sweat
drips from between my
*******.

Lifting up my skirt to tease you
as I dance and move.

Seducing you in ways while the passion takes place inside of
your pants.

And the music of the gentle
waves makes you want to
get up and dance with me
along the shore.

Making you want to twist and
twirl with the girl who's under
the belly dancing suit.

The suit with beads and pearls.

The suit with golden coins
aligned on the bra cups.

The girl who's beauty can
drive one blind in a matter
of so little time.

The girl who enjoys dancing
for you* ~

The tragedy of technology
The power of the written word
We're all just writing our thoughts
Waiting for our minds to be heard

Many emotions, fears and horrid dreams
Our deepest secrets exposed in a few lines
Never getting the rhymes right, or so it seems
Life, love and the future we see in our minds

Though the words may be small
Poetry says it all.