You are still outside
of the roadside convenience stand
offering apathy
for a price
the tag for clearing bad memories
can be considered expensive
smearing everything in view
the confusion is
narcotic
getting hooked is like fishing down
at the pier
the pier you have thought of
throwing yourself over
time and time again
the clockwork is a revolving temptation
that reminds you
your days are numbered
and you’re not very good at math
so dig the change out of your pockets
scavenging for a fix
throw away the receipt
and pick up your feet because
“I’m giving up” isn’t worth it’s 4 syllables
so sell it
and purchase
“I’m not done yet.”

The memory star shined forth.  It was a memory remembered. It started to trigger other memories as more and more stars lit up in this dying spiral of a galaxy.  Life was coming back.  The addiction was fading into the light.  I then entered the star memory alone leaving behind my guardian celestial star owls behind.  They will serve as a beacon for me to return to.  As I enter the star I am present at the memory he remembers. The memory was of him holding his daughter for the first time.  He looked into her eyes as she looked into his.  She them grasped his finger with her small little hand.  It was then I saw her grow up in an instant. This was all the other memories that this one had triggered.  Beautiful moments after beautiful moments kept me flowing through his memories.  As I travelled on through such beautiful memories I noticed that something else was there with me.  A shadow without casting. A darkness present in the light.  A sad shade of darkness.  The addiction also has found a way into his memories.  It was far from gone.  I am not suppose to interfere with memories.  Doing so could trap me here making our mind we live in go crazy.  And that's exactly what the addiction wanted.  So that he could turn back to it and it can consume him.   If I do not fight the addiction within his memories it will begin to darken them and slowly he will forget again.

An owl she was, searching for a wolf
B my protector, she said
C my surrender, she spread
Do it you won’t regret
Ez for you I,
Fled from my pack
Grabbed my jacket and bag
Home to my nature since time was my dad
I, me, my is all I had
Jealousy around us
Kings would uncrown us
Late was infinite
Minutes were too late
N I already knew
O you knew?
Please, that’s my
Q
R u ready, because I’m not
Started it just to stop
Together
U and I are just letters
Vulnerable, I thought
Was looking for her heart but her
X marked the spot
Y I hoped, I don’t know
Zoned back in the orbit I know

Be careful where you sit your ***,
Keep your kids off the grass,
Take a stroll but wear a mask,
Wash your food,
Avoid butter,
While you're at it,
Wash your water.
Slather toxins on our skin
That seep into our soul.
Death is all around us,
Don't say you've not been told.

Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the *****'s of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.

I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.

An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.

The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.

Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

At the end of it all
These walls will fall
And the naked truth
Of your misspent youth
Will stalk your night
And bring to light
The shadowed ways
Of your formative days
But shed your fears
And save your tears,
Your past will not define you.