This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.

You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears

i.

I saidst "I do" beloved Jane
Before thou was born;
I watched thee at creation
Next to the Creator I was allured.

ii.

He asked me if I liked
The soulmate he hadst picked;
He saidst is an autochthonous alright?
He saidst thou were queen, a piece of heaven, the angelic mix.

iii.

God questioned me, is dusk hair fine with thee?
What about her diamond chocolate eye's, and her body from the sea; is tan sand skin OK? And is her frame just as thou wilt like? Wilt thou desire to liveth with her the rest of day's, eternal life?

iv.

At that moment I fell upon mine knee's, because everything was alright as I've seen, inside and out I loved all, tis I was more than pleased: the lord hadst given me the third heaven's cherub, the other half to the missing piece, thou art happiness, thou art peace.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

O God,
The most beneficent and merciful,
Heal my scars,
Erase all my pain,
And clean my heart,
I may have sinned,
But I now feel it,
As it gets me abyss,
I feel my soul being ruptured from the inside,
I feel the wrongs i've done,
Its so excruciating,
My body seems to paralyze,
The moment I fall on my knees,
Asking for forgiveness.
I have sinned and gone astray,
From the charismatic path that leads to you,
The devil that now feeds on my soul,
It needs to go away,
As I am no more allowing it to prey on my soul.
This evil wipes all the sanity,
Leaving behind only tragedy,
Forgive me O lord,
For I have failed you,
Not once, not twice,
Many times !
I now see a light of hope,
That falls on me,
Awakening the right inside me,
O God make me one of your disciples,
Forgive everybit of what i've done,
So that I live in peace and eternity,
In the life that i've yet to see !