You can have talent
You can have skill
You can have experience
But if you don't have patience...
...then all the above attributes count for nothing
For if you possess patience
There is virtually nothing that you can't achieve

Say something good about me tonight
Even if you don't mean it
Love me a little tonight
Even if you don't mean it
It's been a while since i've experienced either of those
My soul feels so empty and burnt out
I just want to rest my head in your arms
And forget about everything
Sing me a lullaby please
I want to escape from this chaos
And just find some elusive moments of peace
Hold me in your arms please
I'm longing for a loving touch
The emptiness of my bed
And the loneliness of my existence just eats me up
I can't take it no more
I feel like i'm going insane
Be with me tonight
I don't want to be alone

I am searching for red blooms on this fragile ground
And awake every morning accepting the agony
Split
Ruined
Wound down for another agonizing transformation
You are the first
My love continues for you on this dying earth
Situations flooded with dispassion
I hope you will remember me
You said we lay naked
But only for me to study your crystalline arches
And to purge myself from the cruelty of this world

Beautiful thou art
Gorgeous majesty;
Dazzling thou art,
Mine Filipino dream.

Kind thou art-
Soothing mine aches;
Speaking to me in angel-tongue-
O' how I'm one, with thee mine mate.

Jane, mine Jane, I'll sayeth
It again, O' how I'm in love,
With thee mine best friend;
For we shant end, I'm thine-
Thine alone; as thou art mine,
Mine sun that shines, for verily,
O' verily, with thee I am home.

For if thou were never shown
And not given to me by God;
I'd be lost in a pool, of birth-
Pain's of death and loss.

Though we've payed ourn
Cost, of tribulation's-patience;
Mine love, mine dove- O' with thee
I'm in harmony, with thy heart as my
economy, flowing in abundance.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)

i have to tell you
I remember
even the misty sounds of silence
deep glimpses of your eyes
there are times
when i am surrounded by images
sounds, voices
mystery and strange
i dont let anyone know it
like a great fictional memory
i remember
even the alphabets used in dialogues
so were the syntax of statements
this sun strike me
like a bus hits a man
a vagabond
of it's own
i'm like this
wondering on my own
to escape myself of the voices
and the sounds
visions
there are times
i hardly even bother to read
my mind becomes my diary
these alphabets become
my love life
so i solitary i keep them
without a need
to define.

Looking at the ground,
She sees more beauty
Than she ever could have
If she had looked up.

Eyes trained on her on her toes,
She understands,
Beauty is in the person
Who is seeing.

And her beauty
Is just a little
Different
Than everyone else's.

broken stories,
broken trust
once thought love,
now revealed as lust.
mystery surrounding words,
meanings unclear.
I'm losing you
and all held dear.
hate filled lies
from a broken heart,
black brush strokes,
across delicate art.
no life to live,
no life to love.
searching for guidance
from up above.
can't understand
what you say now,
these bitter words
are ringing loud
keep all the hurt
locked inside...
my tears,
from you,
I must hide.

can you hear them calling?
calling, calling her name
they're waiting for her to come.
they don't know her name,
but are aware of her pain;
they've been through it all before.
dressed to the nines,
linked together in lines
supporting one another indefinitely.
their personalities screaming out loud.
a sense of togetherness surrounds
dulling that pain in your heart
but one thig's the same,
barely noticeable at first;
determination and courage represented
in that little pink ribbon and a race,
laughing together, right in fear's face.