One asketh the question,
What is this thing called love?
One word I shalt giveth thee......
                                                      ­   SACRIFICE!!!!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

The black hole’s emanations attempted to fill the gap in galactic  infiniteness as all spiraled down to its new beginnings while residual harmonic vibrations honed the forms of its becoming .

The insect’s hum buzzed harmoniously almost melodiously in  syncopated integrated vibrations as it flew across the room , out the door and into the night sky .

The ship’s deck rolled and pitched as hurricane weather smashed and  shattered its empty hull against the wooden dock .

The blazing core of the comet streaked across the sky as it decomposed  in the atmosphere and extinguished its self in the ocean .

The blazing light of innumerable suns chaotic radioactive glair was almost audible like sounds of distant campfires as the last bits of wood crackled into embers beneath the starry sky .

To live this life,
Do not have an aim,
There is no one,
Not even just a name,

No one bothers or have interest,
No compassion, faith or trust!
Do not know, how I have grown,
Just to live, all alone!

It’s hard to believe, I am not sure,
Why no one comes, to see me anymore!
Difficult life, getting bored,
My people have totally ignored,

At times I pray, may God bless,
For those selfish friends, I am useless!
Burnt my album, gifts thrown,
No more fun to see them and mourn!

I will get up, and follow the trends,
Will go out there, will find new friends!
But this time, it will only be for the fun,
Did you say-Hope? Absolutely NONE!!!

Your garden was lush
   with poetic wildflowers
yet, darkness swayed its spirit
    'neath teeming salt tear hazes,
  tried to enrich the soil but
    ground cover was defensive,
hardened by winters' of
   contrary disconnectedness