Top of the line cars,
Luxurious jewelry,
Millions of money and gold bars,
Does having all these makes us truly happy?

Perhaps, at some instances,
These worldly things brings joy
Providing a temporary relief
Giving us something to be proud of having.

But what our hearts truly yearns for
Is not all these mundane things,
But the genuine happiness
Felt deep within our hearts.

It is in those simple moments
Like having bonding times with our family,
Like hanging out with friends and sharing laughters,
Like reading poems and books that take us to fantasies,
Like walking on the seashore listening to the sound of the waves,
Like lying on top of the hill gazing at the stars,
Like hearing the children's laughter,
Like having an adventure in a place we have never been,
Like letting our body sway with the music,
Like climbing a mountain and reaching its peak,
Like being wrapped in our special someone's arms,
Like doing things that will bring happiness to others,
Like watching as the sun rises on the horizon,
Like writing this poem hopefully to light up someone's day.

Midnight lonesomeness, hath becometh mine best friend
Midnight lonesomeness, verily I telleth thee shalt be mine end....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I was leaning over the railings
Of your condominium's 11th floor fire exit.
It was a beautiful night, just a clear sky
Filled with stars.
I was smoking then while
You were just standing right behind me,
I leaned a little bit more.
You told me to stand back
"Aren't you scared?"
I told you that i have conquered
My fear of heights
Long before we spoke again
After weeks of complete silence.
I wasn't lying.
I wasn't afraid of falling—
dying anymore.
But that morning,
Your hands around my waist,
Lips on the nape of my neck
Just breathing,
I drowned.
My throat closed up,
My lungs filled with your scent,
My heart got heavier.
Your touch wasn't supposed to make me
Feel every inch i loved about you.
I was falling again,
Dying for your love;
I thought i have conquered my fear.

"Aren't you scared?"
Terrified.

You are the soul of my self, life and breath,
endless beginning and duration
of my thoughts, emotions and will,
source of matter creating memory of the soul,
noon and thymos residing in my chest,
heavens in which the afterlife starts,
psyche appearing in my dreams,
wind and air of my inner cosmos,
lightest, spherical atoms composing my soul,
synthesis of all my sensations.
Your words of adoriation are ever living fire.
Flesh of my soul have been irrevocably affected
by your spiritual intelligence
and wisdom of your blood age generating thoughts.
Effluence of your loving spirit inflames circumpolar stars.
Motion in the sky is just reflection of God's destiny for us.
Love was never abstract for Cassiopeia the Queen
and all rising stars like our moon and sun.
Love, innefable realm,
mainstay of heart and mind,
sun in the center of human microcosm,
eyes, ears, tounge, hands and feet of God,
inherent nature of breath during the day and night,
one and only consciousness eluding death and time,
axiomatic language of infinite Universe
intimately connected to the philosophy of the core of all.
You are North Star on celestical sphere of my notions
showing me angelic love of woman
with power of all stars of northern heavens.

Poetry is a
     well-oiled function,
      processing sentiments
                for posterity

*Poetry is an extension
     of our core elements,
           royally regurgitated