A tidy hole between the middle of your chest,
Snapped behind a vest from whence poets did inspire.
Red ****** mire!
It beats silently, yet with heartbrakes destruction violently it screams!!!
It gives life to newborn's dreams, and it can betray you as another..
Choose wisely who you give it to, it might lead one asstray!!
Born tommorrow, dead today..have you found what's important yet?
No I bet...
For the master architect sculpted you this fine vessel, where your treasures you keep locked away by key, can be unopened by the dawn heaven sprinkled!!
Where does thine own treasure lie oh man?
In the heaven's?
Or moss eaten, and dust corrupted, stored away upon this earth!!!!

pickaway palace where the bars are cold, demons turned to lose souls where marvelance is blasphemy to some, some play pretty some stay dumbed to mind altering things, what a day when the young boys play in the attire of dark curddled stings.. wheres the love where the stream's flow polite, where day turns to night i havent no more clues.. one for one two for two what a dream to be alive me young friend.....

I know,
I know in this time alone, I have mine own journey!
No doctors, no more attorneys to cringe your bowel movements!
Pure innocence to recapture me!!!
To rapture me with saints garbed in white cloak..
Where quiet smoke is virtue hand created...
Tumbled, faded I'm ready to leave this billowed curse!
A golden structured church....
For wings will I have where no one may judge me, begrudge me, and point fingers when its themselves they point back at!!!
No more time to keep, no stories to weep, as our television's update us on newest war trend!!!
A new beginning, no end,
These wings will fly distant galaxies between the speckled dust.

Scars she wears as tattoo's, eye's soaked with eyeliner and hurtful memories!!
How many more friends can be plenty? Or ever enough?
Vindictive stuff..
Partying she does to numb the day's inches, for hard working and dishes she piles to no complete!! Fatal deceit!!
Oh man you've forgotten this poorly woman, where materialism can not show her god!!!!
Cheaters, liars, slobs for she gave you all!!
And you plundered her child youth innocence....
A blade she reaches for to draw the reddened color!!! How I can see her spirit is on the brink.....in the mirror I stare back at her.
Can she see me soo earnestly wanting one as such!!!
Not to fix, not a quick fling, but a king and queen to be rebirthed by vows not known to man.....why do I have plans? When i haven't met her yet... Who could she be? Where does her palisade   ponder? For I wonder.. Hmm

The devil grins,
God laughs back....thinking...mine own return shall be quite soon old serpented adversary...

Bullet sounds--- ............./ (boy) crying sounds....help me, help me....
Soildier- I'm here young one, I am here!!!
Boy/ thank you sir, the bomb's are soo loud overhead in this land amongst the dead, I thought not that anyone shall hear me.....
The soildier smiled as he reached out his hand!!! (Yet a strange glow illuminates from him soo unnatural to man)
The soilder's appearance changed rapidly before the wartorn boys eyes....
Boy- looks up at him seeing only blindly apparel... And these words would forever shake this young ones soul!!!
The words of the soildier- come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.......
Boy- cries with a smile worn as a flag!!!!!
At that second the young child knew he was being held by god, as he left the place of hell his spirit awoke to the lord himself!!!!
As that soildier- kept on smiling.../
So gracefully!

I see a shadow staring back at me,
He follows these every steps...
Why does he stare out the window so seemingly? I asked this darkened figure?
The shadow replied, quote:
Friend, love will not come by your time, but by the time god wills for you!!!!!
At that moment I remembered god was in control!!!!

Where is the palliation? Parochial visions of blank t.v's fuzzed by all Excruciation!
Paradigms of paradoxed love all come around secretly, yet I see them in plain sight. Panacea night's broken to hot bedded springs, parsimonious money launderer's pocket's grow, while children die to sing!!!
The paucity of romancers so pensive to me, perennial, bicentennial blows strong onto every sneeze...
A perfidy of things so strange, word's of slang, to ghetto walls of brick!!! Eye's glued, bomb's on the move with shells from mistakened and sick....
Why so many pojoritive scholar's I ask? Ties to their neck's, with shutgun shells ready to blast....
Perjury of judges, to Schemer's and dreamer's of pernicious luggage....
Where can I find such one who won't make me their perquisite? One to replenish me,
One who shall satisfy me whole as I them!!!!!!!
To an ancient beautiful feast!!!

Ladybug, where does thine own self dwell? Thou art quiet, defiant; a leader of the pack of colorful shells.
Thou hast lined the wall's with thine wing's spread far wide, thou hath tried to flyeth, yet only end back from whence thou began!!!Creature no one understands.
Flourisher of restfulness, gathering knowledge to gain speed. After all no one seeith the smallest beauty such as thyself! Doth thou need help?
Is thy destination predetermined as mine feels? You'd walk slower in heel's if that was the case......
You'd rush the highest branch to calleth the view thine own place!!!
Such a lonesome face, thy cataract's seeith in all views... Old and new, ugly and complete!!! You've seen all brokenness and defeat! Haven't you the smallest of loves?
Angel of bugs, spotted ladybug of mine.......


©Lonesome poets poetry
©brandon Nagley

False breed's come as incense breather's between lively instrumentals. Macrogram plaza's to abrahamic venues. Callers call upon themselves to save what is not theirs!!

Morning breathe to winter dew, have you been born yet? Is the baby yet due?

Constant pains to loss taken gains make brains and vein's out of organically made flesh...

Become thine own creator you creed of selfishness! anchor heavy soul dragged away by chains of past forget-nots, where the ground stays hot to ruin moronic window's! Make your bed out of silvered springs, your own rustic medieval pillow.

You grand ol' operatetic theme, you patriarch to a dream, our day's are but a whisp of seconds last!!!!

Things have come to the listening one, the earth's spinning to fast!!!...... The mechanism's now begun.....

Corner stopdrifters pass through thrift store buyouts, where rideouts convey nothing more than themselves. Nothing more than one's own self to manipulate court related laws, where blood written wrapped gaws separate the few.....
Terrible can be plenty, and situational flames do burn through!!! Two phone's you say for a hundred odd men? Where taxes go unpaid, your a monkey slave to bicurious amends.
Ghetto child smile, for theirs is much noticed, have we all lost our focus to get that quantam year?
Turn stains into Tear's you quartermaster head, befriender of black and red, speaker of thy dead, how georgiously enticing life can be if you choose it soo!!!!
Have you lost your blessed sight? Does your smell let you know? Can we grow when thine sun don't shine? When water turns to wine we end up at a crossroad!!!

A barrier of misinterpretation/......

Title-out of place- by meself.   A boor I am to peasantry's sultry disgrace, cargo to be tended, I subsist unamended, how childish I play these games.
Liquer buds, saltine love crumbles beneathe day room lock-outs! Eyes stare ablazed, the hued sunset repeadily turns masterpiece of horrid honeymoons idealistic and realistic to discussions seeming strange.
Partial bodies secrete the grassed out hills, morning calling awaits.,,,,,

Pacifist conquest, how I respect thy angel fall, for you've made clothes thy home, and gifts thy god?
Bleaque futures I see up ahead, where the living meet the dead, and trust me! They do strange things!!!
I feel thy sting queen of 2000's!!! For thou were knitted into demonous skies as me,
Set me free!! Arch arked angel, for thy brightness had gone unspangled long ago to sick minded men,
Wilt thou let me in? Where doth thine house of love rescind?

Why do I sit here lurking as a predator for his prey? Lord, when shalt night turn to day, and wine filleth this emptied soul? No false commandments, no entrampments, just leathers of hers and mines skin. Glossy eyed kids!

Two ******* I may layeth this wearied head upon, wherein wild beat psalms and psalterys light the mark! Passify me thou buried amongst women, for everythings been taken, just crumbs to be left. Digest!!!!! I can't more swallow, for now is ending sorrow of a trophy not had!!!!

Crystal clear eyes, where's the door to ****** me on in? From beginning to end, I feel your dying birth!
Let me taste thy curse your pupils unravel! I'm parched, dismantled, seeking what such a marvel.......panic's racing!!!

Startled..... Seeking the lonesome eyes, I wander???? Where does she reflect? In heaven? In between? In purgatory? In a dream?

For I want to jot her marvelous unknown universe.....for seeking truest of loves can be thine own curse!!!! For can this get worse? Just wanting simple human affection!!!!

Two tangling tounges, where life's streams flow and run beyond the masterpiece brook. Acushla, where art thou? To ease me from prison time crooks?
Analgesic saliva tempers these soft healed wounds, where monkeys turn baboons into sackclothe bezoar poses!!!!
A betwixt of no selection,............///////////
Bilateral to street intersections, main arteries closed upon for clogging!
Heartfelt loggings are manuscript to billows binary made for two,   yet if you stay one , what's the fun in that?
Dog's to roam, cats to moan cog coindications separate to what Is....
Danderers are wildly sprung, shaved faces to bearded ones, are we all alone?
The defeasance of romance has left the gardens where blossoms are not alarming, yet few do grow there....

Early rise divisions, bell already plummets the human brain. Lights so bright, no more godly insight, the backs whipped!still stuck on the train...
Ready to leave all possessions behind, wanting to go forward!!!
How designed are ridiculers when its thy grabbed goods they follow? Alls relentless, childish feuders start wars as mice like creatures scurry the shallow!
Gone, gone, gone out of this sacrificial mindless hope!!!!

Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thy own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking your other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations/...

Crescent moon, I feel your every move....swaying soo silently! The earth's shaking violently to mad men in wartime mode!!!
When shall we learn? Where our skin peels from bombs? Mother earth is something wrong?I feel your ancient lands quaking!!!!

Shhh..shhh quiet oldened globe, your renewals bound to come when the clock strikes midnight!!!!

Cateblanche- by me///   Chandelier doll, chaos Victorian, acting as if unaffected! Your syndrome's effected, unbuttoned for others to snap back on. Your hearts in a reservoir, kept tidy, undeciding on what and whom a queen shall choose, gain all, destroy much for it's only you who can lose!
Your jargon words are contracts to enemies. Your sentimental values displayed on men's caves, flaunt your sockets as if rockets take you gliding across bedrock moon! No newspapers no news......
Your cradles been spun, Hysteria's begun since all have left you emptied.. I will meet you at the old time reception, where dinners are feasts! Zephyr's so gentle, so free!!! What's to stop you from menacing innocent schoolers on their way home?
Varieties, there's many. Yet few have life defying glow...
Passover waits for your robust shine, where love is all plentiful, please lover let me not fall behind!!!!

Moonshine........


Ps- sorry all its suppose to be carte Blanche for title ! But before Me poem I accidently put cateblanche lol wrong spelling! Stupid tablet haha!!! ();

Storyline/storytime....by me... Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally? What a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave, where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains! Du-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed levies to be breached!

Young ones to teach not to come where we are. Where the birds meet the bars, where man and woman leave in cars, as we shall not!!! Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop.... Share with another you selfish generation, you greedy of celebrations, you hold to thy god no feast!!!!

666 is your name, fires you've tamed, as on thine own knees you worship the beast!!! Blizzard time sledded children's fun is naught to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold! All stories here go untold, for you are apart of that story! You yourself are the story!!!

Dying to be born/ by me...such longing, unbearable bonding you seek yet none to be had!!! Miserably happy, intensively sad!
A freak to be alive. All motivational gatherer's gather to one drum, where day meets thy sun in snow tatted sty's. Where the wind gets heavy, your souls longing stays abliged...
The weathering of rainbow colors comes politely to what one shall meet, these beings seen as if actors, not your typical doctors and lawyers. These cuddled ways not your atypical streets! Soo/many Starer's, none farer than that blossoming I miss the most! Is it Me or they who have gone over trotted? I guess its all I suppose...
The smallest things to make man appreciate what he had, the child born to his fatherless widow, or unpopulaters from the trended fad!
What a loss we all were when it came to finding our other half's, when light meets the darkness, between thine good and thy bad!!!!

(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?

(where) by me..Where is that special warming touch? That breed to see and succeed, the love i yearn soo much. Where is that warming? The fiery burning one feels to be completed in their soothing soul, no more searching, no darkness lurking, just a king and a queen of stories old. Where is that home filled with incense lathered aroma, bones to be warmed during rain and stormy dreading nights. Where is the caring? the sharing no disasters of hateful freight.. Where is the lighted tunnel to **** me on in, where whimsical sins go away in a moments flash..when will the pain relieve and blowing in the trees overcome to one breathe at last...Where is the blanket to cover this old ancient of structures where gaulking is adventure on mountaintop sealed ruins..Where is that Love everyone writes of in girly magazines.....?

Hair trigger-by me. . . .   an explosions coming, the media is buzzing with news destructive to young minds! old,deaf,blind. Awake your inner sense, remorse will be lit at torches, your libertied statue will crumble to rich mens sinful imaginations. For whats your relationship you talkers an gawkers? you do nothing about the violence! your streets will flow of red wined blood. Martyrs turned ****! Awaken you american dictators, murderers and haters! the seas will split as mountain peaks will pop to thine own hell youve unloosed. For heres thy noose to tangle upon thine own necks! all love turned dissrespect! Your dollar will be your downfall oh dire innocent! or are you an innocent after all? The flames you have lifted upon your own streets will singe your every day class citizen! your towers shall fall, have you seen what i saw? Oh bountiful land? A callus you have been made, for its to late to turn the page, the prophecies have already been written. No thanksgiving anytime soon! You make bars and saloons your god and dope your bible, cant you smile? can you hear me you deaf an breathless mess! For the suns darkening is bound by gods artistic hands. . . .  .

Where is that lover in the black dress? One not of worldly dispair, one of makeup made from queen like caress.
Where is the string player? The dream slayer amongst devils of men, beyond cremation of friend's. For words art just meaning's of all seeming realities of cape fear! No desires ever met, for this one truest of death surely draweth near.
Like liquid to the needle, like wings on the Beatle, air conditioned rooms made from doom, I bleed out prophetic tears!!!
Images of ashy mascara currupts human time, queen of black, sits on back cracking fingers in glue like slime!!!
An actualiser, say adieu to morning glory faces. Painted on places to canvasses of darkened boutique....
The administrator,a navigator gather all on cloudish cobblestoned paths, much more than an assembly....
Babiche laces rambling to the dark souled queens Victorian skin!!!!
Axer thy taste towards her, the one owned by no one!!!! The one adored...

She whistles to heartbrakes destruction...... ( la,LA,LA,LA....she's the only one awake amongst those who snore....


©Brandon Nagley
©Prison poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Xenophilias most beautiful attributes, where countries become as one, wunderkinds where thunder shines, vivid heroes of hot day's sun!
Will-call merchandise traded for disregard, where tags are hung on branches, as newly weds drive old cars! Licensures practice giveaways freely. Are we suckered into believing old wives tales? Lidocaine pick up lines to be accustomed to man to Man life tables!
Lieutenancies so vacantly are closed to high file cases, where concentrated faces smile!!! Young daughters are made for ruin while the cruel oil stays piled!!!
Maturate littlest of seeds, where gokers cook to perfections... Prospire of direction where the arrows pointing down.
Mazarine eyes, a chancer of fairest lies, I miss the caressing of the small talk you lay on me lover!!!!sister,sister are you of your own brother?

Absurd accumulations, broad- cloth's to wipe each bays station! What a joke of clownery tools.Irritated refuge, instigated neices and nephews miss their woeful father's.... One for a count, a whole cell to a slaughter.
Down and out lane I make mine way to your lonesome hell, where ankh arched wells draw back from higher hills..Robust outbreak of plentiful disease, orthopedics outclass your sneeze!!!!
Ovation applauded to ******* alike!!! Ordaters to outvoted daters, silence is thy key to your miserable life!!!!
Pasturage for slobs, corn for all cobs, your colonels panel design twists slow around the vine!!!!
Seconds until six, ten minutes until nine....... Will you behave like the boy you should be?
Or could have been?,

Mothers and fathers/ by me.. Mother and dads did you not get attention? Starved and craved your high fixtures to much? Nothing's enough!
For you have little kings and queens who study your every move! For you shall be them, they as you!!
Both walking blindly to the materialism in front of you, how hard shall it be to show kin fullest respects! Get yourself in check!!!
Young girls seek for daddies, boys pass by in caddis, fixated on **** life!!!Not right!!!
Did we forget the next in line of blood? Where money can't buy love and Chemical pills will not ****** happiness! Sinful craftiness..
Mothers take your little one by her hand! Father show your son the ten commands, and lead them the right way! You went asstray!!!! Forgetting the own skin coat you've created.

Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!!

(Nerve meds setting in/what? We need to relax!!!) By me...nerve medication diary! Tounges dry, body is slowing to its course!!!! No remorse....the main ***** your brain is ticking down backwards! An easing of the day!!!woops there's a display! Breathing slowing, panic unloading out all into your tapestry we call sheets!!!nothing bleak! I can repair by reflection!! Write poetry by invention
PS: how god intended of course!!!!!
Tomorrow will bring another manic with that comes more panic and more uneasing mends!modest ammends!!!
Sleep will be white and bright with slumbering fairy like ladies to show me the next days run!!!a show! How fun...///
Peripheral vision of me in 3d as in leaving this own holdened carcass! Mortuary places cannot hold this body down!!!!!

When the puff adder bites will you cut off its tail? Will you be like all the rest nothing good left, surely you werent born to fail, capsules of medicine as the medicine man draws in, he helps your lovers, desires of others, hes the cure to all your kin, Babylonian carpets of rainbow colors reak, you naked you dumbfounded your bright dress surely wreaks, Tellers, bookmen, warfarers of false gods, you lie around plant your feet to the ground flying in alien pods...Quazors of disaster, beautiful moanings the morning after, have you taken your pill? You ready to be meadly your words silent to ****, I youthfully walk lonesomely to earth creatures, all murderers all have animal like features, morphine drips are rivers red, cinnamon musks to elephant tusks the ancients arent yet fed....(listen) by meself

What does thy own self call obedience? Is it ******* or lies that keep speechless minds to bathe of freckled crooks? Creaks to swim in, the weak will one day stand to win like fisherman of a billion steeled hooks. Catching bait, baiting the catch, locking the hatch to samsonite terrors. The fair's running fairly these days. Romanticism's plays to artist croche daperies.  Buttons snapping to fine appeals to ones fashionable accord. Pray on your knees, confess your displeasureable sins to the lord. For he, and only he can hear your dog likened crys, from fog like lights that explode into a million pieces. All the reaches to what god has to offer, a universal mix forever living, living dead is ever after! All disasters I see heading down mankinds tour, put on your flannels, your fake loves dismantled , screws from your beds will all hit the cracked wooden floors........ (Dooms day poetry) by me Brandon Cory nagley

Tyrent minds beautifully engraved to street sign metal, purified pedals glow to tunnels only angels see.. Try and believe we are what we need when the clouds come swinging in, storms to grins and awakenings of whats new. Sins come with clues when the gas stations empty, lost believer, cross deceiver your mind is full and plenty..Sunglass highway take those fashionists to their old clubs, where girls turn to thugs with tattoos of fiercesome fright, dogs howl at moons baboons turn to, while leather is skin blood tight. volunteers in kitchens where heat is a hundred degrees, ones on knees just to make a cheap buck, beggers cant be givers when sinners are bigger than your orriginal drug bust.. Talented shakespherean, master's invitation given to only those who fit. have you won your prize, one with soft baby eyes your stuck to wordly grips.... Heavenly hips ive yet to find, where one turns boys to men and devils to false ends where captivation leaves your fantasies behind..What signs will one plot? wheres one is to hot to satisfy you every need..You candy you treat how sensual are we these days...How sensual is your memory...........Title- Candy lane... By meself :))))

Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity..  food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and *****..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)

A craigslist seeker, she seeks to die and dies to live, Cant pay the rent when the roomies turned out to material gifts, what a queen she is, tattoos to cover her paraplegic scars.. numbing is her entertatinment fly for free you darling of heavens bars, drive me wild you rose among bedded thorns where fashion is intelligent, irrevelant your beauty flows past caked mountain bliss..Lover you douse me in your 60s content where men just now understand you, how the tracks are soo bent...shine for me you diamond eye holder, Victorian crime loather, loathe with me, stick to me you animal of ****** nature, your stature hard to read, none to feed your lips to give heavens honey where no or none money can buy what all you have to sell, you stomper of demons you broke heaven and hell, for this heart has swelled to you me love..............title- limbos queen

(Secret lovers) By meself.. secret devotions, titled emotion sweeps the dusted lands.. Secrets turned to openness,false lovers have strong demands. Fashion glasses and technology to hide the child inner face, the inner place is no longer in their hearts, yet their pocket books. Unswept crannies and nooks to unmask young romancers graves, where if you turn the page your conquest would not be seen..Two lovers one dream can they entrust all to eachother, sister and brother how thyselves you soon forgot.. The kettled *** boils to free those worldly slaves, where none behave. For god calls us all to an enlightening where the invitings for you and me not them..Forget your soo called friends for they make you stools of what was, all because fake words turned reality..For they believe as they please, their hearts are lusted, theyve spoiled their seed.. Open your eyes new age 60s generation, where **** and ******* are now your wicked god..You fashionistas you comfortable slobs...How lost you have become in fornications, where the world is your heaven, your divided nations are bound to fall sometime soon....

(The abducing of the soul) By meself..  The abradant Heartache soo strongly felt, The pillars do melt , for they feel the abstinence thats needed. Choked, and bleeded out, Searched, lost found.Only for many to doubt..Yet its right in front of us friends, The metal ink pen spells out all on graffitied walls..Emptied stalls, where strangers do strange things..The bite of the sting makes many feel safe..Such Bemauling of faces, all races displaced. They follow what man has to offer, A downfall of bellmetal cans, They wear them, they compare them, as what they wish for comes to its end.. Books and books stacked upon mammals knowledge only to lose themselves..Can they not see, the belonging and needs that they desire are all right beside..No need for reasoning, No need to hide, for they must discover at their own will..Yet time runs short, the bountiful courts close as Mid til noon.. Blackhearted faters are doomed, For they sought the wrong theories, No coadjusting spiritually, For what they lost was foresight..The souls in all freight as  dram~shops stay loose, The dragon seeks who he may desire, Hes suited in fashionable Boots.. No gantry to protect the most wonderful hearts, For they keep on looking for what the world destroys..Young girls and boy's why do you seek in emptied chests? Give god your all, Hear his call, For what you will find will not be Pleasureable..But will bring you back to the beginning, where the treasure was all along...Seek and you will not find..But SEE and your eyes will Not be blind.....

(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?

(Cross heavy) Old found poetry by meself...A cross to bear, nails to tear thick through. Canst thou shovel thine own grave? Gravedigger art thou payed yet for thy expenses? No message's coming on in. Just burdenful sins to cut the blue made veins, where the bloodiest of stains grapple no completing. The dogs are teething as babies to the ****. ******* stay stuck in the devils inventions, none to know or mention what society seems to fail. Do we prevail? or get conquered to lost woe fears? Holy spirit shalt thou come near to be thy carriage i lay this carrion body? Claireaudience has found me barraged in darkest of flagrant sadness. Such madness have i been born into, or was the madness thrived in me? No locks nor keys to pass, Limbos fated match, Chimera's live hatched where no love has been given.......

Wake up time/ by me..,,, Your statued liberty will collapse oh dire nation! For where is your station? On CNN or ABC? MSN turned TNT! Explosions to come, children will run to tower's of pure inferno! Mourn them, mourn you, for you shall have a box nailed next to theirs! Do you not scare? To witness evil dignities? For all pains turn pity to doped hallucinations! Clean out your ***** tracks you smoked up and cracked out! For terror and doubt will be men's own making! Sinful lust in the making! No not Hollywood, only misunderstood to anthem of star spangled sinner! Unloosen your chain's you slave to what is! Whats wrong !? Not hearing clearly? Potent venom will stricken the veins of rich and poor alike, where no love yet all strife will come with your new order! Form shut up your bowels the same as your borders, the bombs are bound to cross in!!! Nations split to perplexity! No smiling, all grins! Wake out of the dust you sleepy time dreamers, you new age and young pheners, you protest the wrong things! For you will be startled as a thief to the night! Its happening already! No Freddy Krueger story, no living, all deathly!!!tensionatic visions have been for told, for copper does not stay gold in a world to be swept!

Title-out of place- by meself.   A boor I am to peasantry's sultry disgrace, cargo to be tended, I subsist unamended, how childish I play these games. Liquer buds, saltine love crumbles beneathe day room lock-outs! Eyes stare ablazed, the hued sunset repeadily turns masterpiece of horrid honeymoons idealistic and realistic to discussions seeming strange. Partial bodies secrete the grassed out hills, morning calling awaits.,,,,,

Threadbare/ by myself/ Crucifixes cupids, your arrows gone missing, your fire has been quenched!  Drenched from the storm's of warring times. All things shined between the pines of whited out bark, enclose in secret, walk with me you walls of central park! Reflective beauty is farthest away from the ugliest, the smuggest of guardian hero's. Organically  I am troubled to notice the one for all lingo, where greedy tidings replace the mingle of gatherings festivities. Exhibiting van/goh visions of dispense! Some pay their dues in bathrooms, while other's lose their rent! Messiahs, soo many false! Hypercritical bringer's, beeless stingers of pacific west albatross gratuities loveliness takes hold of me, while others scold me I live to die young!!!!!:

Death to me- Slay me as you did Christ, you wallowers of muddied more. Deflate your own tires, for mine are gone in burst! Hungered thirst! Like a dog I'm ravenous to crave attention, a medieval invention, a laugh I get with scorn.....a heart ripped and torn to the world it gave!!!! How ghostly, fires roast me to riverbank bochaes! A rope I seek intentionally to tie to this English neck, where Scotland keeps me in check, and Ireland calls me home! Greece I hear your phone. Ringing to noones answer! For the saints will lead with their lanterns, as the tunnel is getting brighter already! Supernatural confetti.... Come see me you spectators, gather this willow box. These bones shall return to the rocks that the angelic ones have layed down. The cross to hit with full blow sound!!!!!!a tombstone shall be unmarked, on your benches and in your parks shall I whistle with shaman's of knowledge generations!!!!!!

.I've seen many foretold stories. Some chapters closed, some still open!!! Unheard, and outspoken I marvel the tinkeries ahead! A crown of thorns on this head!!!!

I feeleth it all coming to its haulting stop, wherein this nothing wilt be naught and yea will be nea. Live for tomorrow, die today said musicians who get payed for sympathy...

Mourn me and miss me, thou haveth thy day long chance. For I'll be at the dance swaying positively in manic mode!

A foolish happy soul!!!!

Hahaha I'll Trip across mine own feet, I'll loosen these teeth and bite into farland fruits!!! Bare feet smashing Rebirth's roots! For all come back unnaturally....

Hot day corrosion- by me... Sweaty confusion dampers the thought of many, some empty some friendly!!!day rise to sunset sensual...
Mutual attraction_ where art tho to make tea for with cubes of ice? No wrong all right. !!!A cooling glass with a northern chill...get your fill..
The wooded steps seem pearly beaded, brown rotted and greeted! With watchers at the bottom......
Some areas you can walk out a foot, others eight to ten...riverbank bend!!!
Take me downstream you goddess bleached in tithing bush...our souls with turn to mush, five we may be again? How a loving thought eh?
Born tomorrow, I died today! For the clock strikes almost 12!!!!!!! Ding!ding!ding!ding!

Silently midnight approaches and no lover in sight! Could the map quest be broken soo soon?

Bennus crossing- by me... Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!
An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earhtly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
You clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Can thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!

Gifted star children are particular!! Divine and connected from within..

A block to the human mind has distorted unearthly visions!! No mentioning their fears, for their just as us!!!

An oriental Indian musk breezes past cold stone faces, for ourn babies cannot take the places of murderers and greedy shine shoed ******!!!

mothers *****!!!

Primary ordinance is past by men in Prada suits. Yet dress shoes to army boots don't match!!! For where art they hiding as poor men break their own backs!?

Wallowing in caves deep in earth's magnetic core? Trembiling, on ships of unknown ships ashore? Invasion of thy process of the mind that is!

Tis, soo digest and plush! Pounds for the push! Civilized string tied being, thy tomb has been unsealed! Milked bottles are dripping such in a frenzy.

Ponzi schemer, gonzo writer! When shalt thou fly free???