i.

I shalt continueth to giveth mine
Aeipathy to mine sweetheart Jane;
Kissing her Lip's, juice running succulent
Again, again, and repeating over again.

ii.

Aerial on vapor circle's, tip-toeing,
Unworldly, ourn halo's coruscate;
Aloft sketches of cumulus imitate
Me and mine Reyna's rainbow shade.


iii.

Her Chatoyant face
And her glace shape;
Envelop's me inside
Her preternatural grace.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Peace searches for the one who tries to find it;
radical thoughts triumphantly plaguing the
mirror's glare, not comprehending the circle
of fiends beguiled by the heart's stare, longing
for  standards to uproot the consciousness and
let go the busyness of the times.

walking the concrete pave
i started to feel a bulging softness in my liver,
just the sheer balloonness of it,
not attached to any bone,
it was too much for me,
i had to walk into the greenbelt darkness
to feel the soft pouches of earth
beneath the feet and banish
all livery sentiments of the silken doughy thought,
and in there i said:
with the abolishment of asylums
psychiatry has become evermore bothersome,
imagine if the churches were closed
and priests freely roamed,
not since henry the eight such travesty,
with it, ******-synthesis and very
little psychoanalysis:
because who the hell would diagnose a
child of two with some symptoms accumulative
as a.d.h.d.? where's the: climb a tree
break a leg then tango on with crutches?

Anger, anger, the only thing on my mind,
As you smiled sickly, and left me behind.

Sadness, Sadness, the only thing I feel,
As you lied through your teeth, leaving nothing real.

Despair, despair, the only thing in my heart,
As you stomped out my hope, and tore my soul apart,

Betrayal, betrayal, the word rings in my ears,
As you strutted away, leaving me in tears.

They said don't judge a book by its cover,
But thats what I did with you,
You were just a lie,
You were nothing real.

I was a dainty white rose,
But now I have grown thorns,
I don't trust anymore,
A demon reborn.

Everyone wanted to test me,
To see if I would break.
Everyone wanted to take down my walls,
To see if I was fake.

Good job, you have broken me,
And I'm never going to mend,
Good job, my walls are down,
And now you can see my ends.

You saw more than you wanted to,
But you can't forget now,
My death is on your hands,
Let's see if I can break thou.

You scrub away the blood,
And wipe away the dirt,
And put on a clean, free expression,
Pretend you're unhurt,

You convince yourself relentlessly,
That you're okay, you're fine,
That you don't swallow your sobs,
You've got a smooth, uncracked design.

You don't cry yourself to sleep each night,
You're as happy as can be,
You're not yearning and pleading,
I wish I was anyone but me...

You call me a freak,
You call me a ****,
You say I'm mental,
You say I cut.

I shrug them off,
And laugh it away,
But the scars are still there,
Getting bigger everyday.

Maybe I am mental,
Maybe I hear voices in my head,
Maybe every time you bully me,
Maybe I see red.

Maybe I do care,
When you insult me,
Maybe I die a bit inside,
And yearn to be free.

Free of this body,
Free of
And most importantly,
Free of  Y O U

A desperate cry, a frantic shout,
But all is final, fate is out,
Sit against the wall, but it's too late,
Pulse fading, crimson through lines so straight,
A slit of light, falls on your tears,
Try to plead, but no one hears,
Didn't want, to go that far,
But there's no going back, as the devil laughs
You ask who it is, the cunning elf,
Why it's sitting on the floor, it is myself.