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we are breathing the same air
we are looking at the same skies
we are living in the same world*

but why are our hearts are not beating in the same rhythm?

©IGMS
SKY
The breeze collected dust from earth,
Threw it at the sky,
Stroked it on the sunlight,
So as shooting stars it flies.
The season makes for clear nights.
Focus on the sky this night.
Bright, so bright.
(C) LIVVI
 Aug 2016 brandon nagley
Traveler
The breaking point where one snaps

The world seems so red out here

A freight train running through my head

I’ve been here before, beyond pain

Your wall is blocking me out

I can’t taste you anymore

My hands have gone numb

I’m experiencing tunnel vision

My body is shaking violently

Hyperventilation is keeping me

From crying out

“Please don’t go”
Then I wake up and it's not so bad..
Traveler Tim
Maybe it was the
call of springtime,
but the sweet melody of
the flute seemed to
bring the secret garden
back to life...

She wore a dress
of white lace.
Whiter than the lace
were her pearl earrings.
Sleeping peacefully
on a bed of
thorns and roses.
Cherry blossoms
in her hair.
One heavenly morning,
a beautiful melody
rised above the pine trees.
The tune of the
mysterious flute
player was that,
And the rose buds opened,
        The nightingale began to tweet,
The fountain was
filled  with water
        And the statue of an
angel began to pray.
Eyes of sapphire slowly opened.
Dew drops on her lashes.
The grass whispered
her precious secrets
to the silver
bells that chimed as
she sang her lullaby
to him, through the gentle
wind in the oak leaves.
Every morning while
the little kitten
chased the
pretty butterflies.
But now, when the
melody is gone and
autumn faded her garden,
she went to dream again,
under the shade of the willow.
Still their love song
can be heard,
where drooped roses wilt
and swans swim on
the shimmering pond,
near the little wooden bridge.

The secret garden knew
she loved him,
for her laughter
stirred the
dried rose petals...
 Aug 2016 brandon nagley
Marian
In ancient meadow yonder
She frolics with butterflies
Wearing a halo of wildflowers
*~Marian~
Written: August 25, 2016.
Dedicated to my three favorite poets:
My mom, Hilda, and my Dad, Timothy,
And also to my dear friend, Lena S!!! :) ~~~~~<3
After a long hiatus, I have returned!!!
Hopefully I can write more poetry soon!! :)
" It's 8 o'clock AM Heavens time, my eyes see me
opening the gates to the sound of trumpets bellowing
out music i have never heard before, coming from
two magnificent elephants standing 12 feet tall.
I am to hear for the first time the words from Jesus Christ
himself.
settling in, above me are Angels with their wings spread
wide, beautiful operatic voices never heard to the ears of the world below
with feathers falling upon me like snow from the pinkish red sky's
above.
A rush comes upon me like an ocean wave hitting it's shores.
i begin to worship, praise, and rejoice for  i am about to be
in the company of "Our Savior" "Our Lord."
I look up to see his his face. it's now branded in my soul.
he reaches out, i feel his warmth even before his arms are wrapped around me so.
He speaks of his happiness toward my obedience on his earth.
going forward with a Sermon that ends asking me to go
forward now with his words." REST, AND PLAY, FOR YOU ALL
HAVE EARNED."
The wonders of Heaven that at one time i was only allowed to
dream of on earth were magnificent.
To see children and adults playing with baby  chimps, with
no fear of being hurt. Hurt was of no more.
In the distance. Behold. Lion's, and Tigers walking in peace.
Sounds of Panthers purring while our loved one's rub their backs under a shady tree.
That's where i found my Mom, and Dad.
Hugs, and the longest kisses took place, with the promise of Our Lord
that we would see our Loved one's once more.
Together we roamed through vegetable fields, and the greenest pastures
We pulled peaches, and grapes from trees, and within a second more
would quickly grow back immediately .
All the above is so wonderful for what "My Eyes See In My Mind," but
the most beautiful sight is to be a part of the "LOVE" that is in place in the Heavens above. The Love that Our Lord taught us here on His earth.
There's nothing but Love in the Heavens."
God Bless "THE WORLD"
Michael.....
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