My lust, my thirst,
Day by day happen to increase,
But the truth is it darling,
That my life till date has been cease (d)

Upon the hill I stand alone
From everything that matters
I close my eyes and let the world
Rush past my life
For I am one
Who calls to peace

A poet Jot's word's
Even whilst being broke;
A poet writeth his last stanza
In his deathbed whilst he chokes.

A poet in the living
Beyond his death;
The poet recites Poe
Whilst quoting Macbeth.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Come the day when tears shall flow
And the earth will claim once again
The body of a life now passed
How they sing with hearts so scared

Torn at the centre of the world they knew
Lost and alone as the journey of
The reaper begins
Taking them one by one

Sail away on tides of stained rivers
For no peace shall fall upon shores
Of hurt and pain

Kiss good-by sweet love of mother earth
Wave away the dreams we shared
Forever a memory
Always a ghost in the hearts of
All that loved and lost

People are like ducks
Even when their brains are small they quack