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 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lakin
a language so promising
and artfully arranged that
I unknowingly inhaled thick
tar laced words into
inviting lungs- carelessly
choking on your
deceitful
black
lies.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
hkr
art and war
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
hkr
my father was a curator
and my mother sold guns
under their roof we made
art and war.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lakin
If you crave
discovering the pit
of fire,
shower the floor
with your coverings
and summon lust
under white linen
while my hungry
eyes make a
meal of you.

Or, if you
fantasize of glowing
gates drenched in
golden glory,
keep silent
prayers tucked under
your tongue,
and don’t let
God hear you
say my name.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lakin
Earth Cycle
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lakin
Death sat upon her chapped lips
while midnight crept up, still
with intentions to capture the sun.
I hope this sounds just as good written down as it does in my head.
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Lakin
remnants of old
conversations
mimic forgotten
fossils, and I
spend my sacred time
sifting through the remains,
trying to find what
exactly we left behind.
sigh
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Em
Sunshine
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Em
When I was younger,
my mother would sing
you are my sunshine,
and I knew she loved me.

When I was older,
my pap whistled to my gram
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
and I knew he loved her.

Now I'm grown,
and I tell you every morning
I'm a ray of sunshine,
hoping that maybe you'll love me, too.
{there are infinite ways to love someone}
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
Black Jewelz
The raindrop
Stands alone
Then escapes the cloud
Like a skydiving soldier on mission
Whose face is proud.
It stands alone
In its descent,
Only to embrace the ground
As if it had a hand to hold.

But the earth is dry
And land is cold.

The rain drop is simple
And cool at heart.
Its thoughts so fickle
To make the foolish smart,
Yet I sometimes wonder
Were it sentient would it ponder
The significance of a lifetime between earth and yonder
And the sentiment of finding a purpose fonder.

For we are all like raindrops solitary
With a finite life span, temporary.
Some stand alone, and some find another
To join together and become stronger.

The lonely raindrop stands alone
But every raindrop makes the planet whole.

Mother Earth awakes, smiles at thunder
And says, “Mr. Lonely Raindrop: you have a home.”
 Jan 2016 Skaidrum
brandon nagley
Her orb's
As chandeliers;
In the day's of
Yore, bygone
Year's. Shone
Betwixt, the
Divine clear.
As tis her
Divinity,
Is mine
exosphere.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Her orbs- means her eyes .
Yore- means times of past ..or long ago or former times .
Shone. Past tense of shined.
Exosphere means- the outermost region of a planet's atmosphere
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