This is my story
An arrival
Of the fittest.
Strife I have learned
Steam's and burn's
The innocent ones
No content.
If I will have to do things
The hard way.
Perhaps I must.
Simplified
D
O
W
N
To words I'll die
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.

Put my heart on a platter
Climb down my spine on
A heartbroken ladder,
Does it matter
If my head gets battered.
All that chatter
Just illness and matter.
I take nothing serious
Since you showed me nothing
Though I will be something
Oh, baby, I will be something.

i.

I slumbereth inside her soul
Whilst I glory amongst her gold;
There art treasure's there of old
As Angel's singeth hymn's of solomon.

ii.

Her spirit to me is a guide
Her eye's I sinketh in, slide;
From her Filipino Tagalog
I'll taketh a celestial ride.

iii.

Calm I am with her ambience
Embalmed I am, in her gladness;
I shalt swimmeth across the isthmus
To reacheth her, in the Asiatic distance.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

To let go of thy desires, to pick up your desires.
By far is the Greatest of Sacrifices O Holy God.
Because by letting go of what we desire the most.
To pick up what you desire from us the very most.
Is by far the wisest of decisions that we can ever make.
For we can not see our future, but you seen it long ago.
So I would rather trust you,  then  to trust myself always.
For you only want the very best for me in everything.
So here I am use me to reach out to everyone you desire me to.