I want to
Spread love and knowledge
To male and female
Young and old
Precious these stories told
Endless in fashion
Write your page with pen
Choose the way
And the days you spend

Intelligent movement for the masses
Gotta reach em now before time passes
No line between the classes
Warfare in the home
No peace in your dome
Wanna build that Rome
In a week
And at the peak
That beacon of hope
Not dope used to cope
Gotta have a firm grip on that slippery *****
Called life and strife
Don't use the knife
To bring on that permanent night
That tunnel of darkness
Home of the demons and heartless

A slave to the world
Putting hands to the girls
Now I'm thinking payback
Forget a Maybach
Unless you got money
It won't stop the lead
Your ego is the target
These ****** want you dead
With two to the head
From the smoking glock
I guess you didn't observe your time on the clock
You think it'll keep ticking
When it's been born to stop
That's why you need to be hip
But move is the hop
Embrace the 3 and let your form rock

This isn't a poem, just a letter for anyone who cares of the poetess Nicole dawn... Whether you know her or not, she wrote a simple poem yet saddening titled- ( goodbye) all the poem said is " I'm done" ... So for any one who has read this please try messaging her, and support her.. There's another poet, human being. And more importantly a soul's life on the line.. And I see this daily.. Not just with miss dawn but with so many other poet's, who aren't just writing what other poet's consider "depressing poetry". Simply its a suicide note.. Yet others didn't seem to know this. And others may see poems like that daily.. But instead of skipping the poem, remember half of you who were down and out and lonely at one time , and maby suicide even crossed your mind. Wouldn't you want someone there? Some may say no, only due to the fact misery speaks that to one, and demons are good at tempting people to not want to live anymore, though fact is even those that say no I wouldn't want help, NONSENSE!!! we're all soul's, we cry out. We laugh, we love, many cry, some hurt. Some are tortured by very real demons ( not just something in ones head or in stories ) this is reality what's going on.. So instead of passing the next poem you read saying ( goodbye) how about messaging the person saying that, and put aside your issues for the day, and give your self to another.. And your time to them for one second, love is the answer. Not selfishness, not wantonness, not greed. Or all about us. It's about that person's poem you read ( goodbye) the soul you passed by. The poet, a poet like you. That you passed by.... Please give Nicole dawns poem a look. And message her. Because surely, any dying soul would respect and maby still be alive from your message... Thanks for reading, and btw, God wants us to help another, listen to another,love another... Not ****** another with words, or hatred, or envying, or back talking. We can choose to help another, which helps your soul, or we can burden our own souls, and turn away from another soul, that could be you...

God bless,
Brandon Nagley

I found it after she left
This feeling she awoken in me
A feeling I thought I severed through my own will
Primal in its nature
Fire re-ignited
To want contact again
Spinning in a vortex of sweat and sounds
A woman's essence apart of me
In a pleasurable connection
I want you
I desire your flesh
But only if your spirit comes with it
Being gentle is in my nature
But also a beast when my blood is excited
I want to drive you wild
But not insane
So tell me when to slow down and maintain
I must know your rhythm
Being in sync takes things to another level
Mind Body and Soul
I want it all

I find flaws in here and in all of y'all
Born upright but bound to fall
Stand tall but a little bend in your step
A little more weight to add to your rep
Want a feeling to give to the people
Give 'em equal before I give them the sequel
Most can only handle one thing as time
Just pour tequila in the glass
Just give me a lime
No need for the salt
It's late and your fault
That was your one ticket to get in my vault
Been locked out
Time to reroute
Please know what your about
I'm about soul and rhythm
Personal creeds
Putting my spirit wants above my physical needs

India is where it was born
Or was it England?
Probably somewhere in between
When the stern wind blew it in

Pale isn't a proper color
I think more vibrantly
Amber shaded glory
Seen vividly on my tongue

Ale, a old friend
He grew on me
Now we are best friends
Riders to the end