the sound of raindrops soothe my overactive mind
every drop calms my nerves the way cigarettes calms a smoker's
serenity and zen runs through my mind
but then i see a man that crossed the line
a man with no shame
a man who has nothing to offer the world
a man who let madness consume his body and soul
the man who thought he has found peace in rain
still gave in to the agonizing pain

The universal silence after every breath
after all your song has left your lips
I will meet you there in deep repose
to simply look and be in love my dear
with the magnificence of your being
listening to the songs of the eternal now
the everlasting poetry we knitted on Earth
spun from the silent secret places of lovers.

i.

Even though
we hath not talked much in the past  few day's;
i still tasteth thy taste
and pictureth thy face.

ii.

Even though lately
i hath not heard thy voice;
It Ring's in mine head
awaken's me with sound so choice.

iii.

Even though
it might be a whilst since again we canst talk;
ill be waiting for thee mine queen, if thou wilt wait for me
im not leaving anywhere, i belongeth to thee only......

For im forever Your's........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

The pre-insomniacs
know nothing of the stars
And none of their amorous prayers
Or any way
The highest noon confessed
At the pulpit of the raging sea
When nothing came half romantic
But the oceanic lone wolves
Dying on cold tears
And prone to scenic anarchism
To answer the dying songs never to last
Sunlighted
Seahunted,
With their bare legs
Penning down your name
Upon asked
What would they grant
For the tombstone in the noon
And the star post-romantic
They muttered:
“None but your moon—”
In exchange, for those wolves
Are only
Your lone loves

You're in a bar thousands of miles from home in a city that
your tongue struggles to properly pronounce
watching a seventeen year old chain smoking nicotine he bought from
a ******* the corner
when you first feel like you're beginning to settle,
a familiar weight settling in your stomach,
an old acquaintance a stone's throw from a stomachache,
so you slip off of your stool to stagger to the bathroom
where you clutch the porcelain and kneel with fingers poised
like a prayer to your gag reflex,
but you don't do it,
you just sit and feel cold tiles seeping a chill into your knees
and you're trembling.
You don't get up for a long time
but you know you have to settle and sit eventually.
When you go back to the bar,
a boy with a galaxy smile will take you outside
and buy you candy from a sketchy vending machine,
and you can let yourself believe that sweets solve everything:
sweet words and signs and cards tucked into your jewelry box,
tongues tucked between teeth in smiles and screenshots as receipts
of ten second Snapchat dreams.
But other people can't fix you.
Learn that.
Don't you dare let yourself believe,
don't you dare let yourself put something as fragile as
your happiness in someone else's heart
because it probably won't beat as hard as your own,
and it won't pump life into your joys for long,
and before you know it,
that happiness that you tethered to someone else is gone.
That's okay. You'll be okay.
You just need to learn that memories will only ever be memories,
that things only shine when you
remember that you have to keep them clean,
that the chemicals of development take white pages and make them
dark,
that photos come from negatives,
and that you've never had a predisposition
for rose-tinted lenses.