Bury me deep in your mind
under the skin of a memory
within the breaths of a kiss
still warm on your lips
bury me

Bury me above your chest
below the walls of your heart
and close to a burning plain
bury me of love insane
sensitive still to your stare
still crazed by your touch
bury me

Walked away from the world, save for luscious green
and cigarette smoke, I wonder what makes her ***;
what makes him stare mockingly over his glass
when I tell him that the system is broke.

Walked away from the world with an acoustic guitar
and notes like foundation, pressed to the corners of the walls;
the inside of my skull.

I cannot find my way out.

Walked away from the world, save for stubborn breath
and stubborn weeds poking out of the concrete in the streets;
what makes them break out for the sunlight,
what makes me crave for retreat?

Walked away from the world without a direction,
notebooks of freedom, seasonal depression;
the fork in my tongue.

I cannot find my way out.

i.

Miracle baby
Cometh from
The hand
Of paradise;

ii.

Miracle lady
Cometh from
The land
Of turquoise sea's;

iii.

Miracle queen
Sleepeth sweet
Tonight;

iv.

Miracle angel
I am thou;
Thou art me.

v.

Miracle cherub
buss me in thy
Bathe;

vi.

Miracle lass
Forget thine
Past; now we're
In today.

vii.

Miracle gift,
Mine heart
Uplifts, when
Thou art near;

viii.

Miracle Jane,
In pleasure
Or pain; thy
King shalt be
right here.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

The stilted conversation
The formal tone of voice
He's too polite to not reply
He feels he has no choice.

I reminisce and chatter
Babbling on and on
But then I finally realise
His interest has long gone.

I gave the hand of friendship
But that was not to be
We’ve hit a void, an emptiness
Now memory, set him free!