Once upon a time a writer with a mind that he utilized as a instrument.The designs inside his mind were magnificent.His significance were like none in existence.His arrogance was his ignorance.But the difference of this authors image was that this author was distant.Trapped inside his mind an by the devil he was tempted.His vision was the ignition he needed to upliftt him.The mission of his was to finish the beginning of his origin.The exhibit he invented was to bring him to his fate. The demons he faced were demons filled with hate. In any form an shape.But he keeps faith an hope and grace on his waist. Sheild of faith and a Holy Sword because it's a spiritual war.

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This is for thou both miss Vicki, and miss Beth Stclair, true poet's
Miss Beth StClair, thy sonnet style, brings back the old smile I see;
Miss Vicki, writing of love so quickly, so beautifully inspiring
Miss beth, thy word's got me flying I'll buyeth thy book real soon.

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Miss Vicki, thou art an old soul made of gold, a home amongst homes, as thou liveth in mine state, miss beth, I'd seeith thee if I go to England, amongst the Beatle street's we'll speaketh of ourn living's, and reciteth sonnet's of Shakespearian knowledge.

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Miss Vicki, thy jargon is wrapped like a bouquet, glazed with honey, thine words art displayed, people in this world like Thee I do prayeth, that thine life wilt be joyful, and harmonious in thy tommorrow, beth, I feeleth thine wild's, as the sixties thou hadst.

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Beth StClair, if it was back in the day, we'd be wonderful friend's, thou wouldst hath watched me on a stage, singing poetic thunder, miss Vicki, when thou feeleth down and under, continue to write thy creator in thy works, and I promise thou both, thou both hath

A friend in me......





©Brandon nagley
©Miss Vicki/miss Beth StClair dedication for both of you (:::::
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Life is like a game of Jenga.
There's always people and obstacles
Pushing and pulling at you
Until you or your body
Gives in and crumble.
Don't let your life
Be a game of falling blocks.
Build a solid foundation
For yourself and your family.
Don't let the pushing and pulling
Earthquake your mind
And corrupt you.
Be strong,
Be solid,
And be mindful.
Prayer builds you up like a tower
And God is your foundation
That holds you together.
STOP worrying about
What people say or think.
STOP stressing about
Unnecessary things.
STOP complaining.
STOP doubting yourself
When God believes in you.
Life is way more valuable
And precious than materials.
If Jenga is your life....Fall....
Fall to your knees
And pray for restoration.
Then start working
On a new foundation.
LIFE MATTERS......

Well already in down mood right now, and lonely and depressed and someone just had to make me feel like a piece of crap saying negative stuff on mine poetry..and pretty much told me I shouldn't do poetry no more. Well think I'm done with poetry for now... Goodnight everyone....
And thanks to one who said i shouldn't do poetry no more honestly don't care what you think... But thanks for making me feel worse.. Your quite the uplifter aren't you ,(::: night

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The inferno I go into, as I shalt not be burnt by hurting arrow's
A being born of love, taking shuttle from a dove, passing the cup,
As Ill-will circle's me, the contempt of many tryeth to ****** me
As I'm loosed from their naysaying, to their gameplaying anger.

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Anew I wilt linger, in this round spinning ball, giving beauty of forgiveness and awe, showing other's the light of God, as the prey wilt lacerate, as angels to me shalt emancipate me of daily aching and nightly heartbreaking, for tis this spirit's overcoming all .

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I seeith the real between the false,i seeith the idol's the crowd worship's like a mob, I seeith the murderous bigotry of word's gone wrong, I seeith mineself singing a heavenly song, a comeback from the bygone's, a holder of many vision's.

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Overriding superstition, giving authenticity between dreaming wishes, not listening to misconstruction, letting mine conscience  alive from allegation, moving mine wing's, nation to nation, giving the true one's an invitation, cometh one, cometh all.

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Smiling wide, not changing what and who I am, spiritual by birth, though this place, a man, not saying I won't, to things I canst, a wonderful show, of graceful stand, and even if I'm a one man band, (which I shalt not be,) I'll keepeth on smiling, for I am me....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

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what do i know
that hasn't been written
the past i throw
the future not given

each syllable speaks
through ancient valleys
through pica peaks
through rain soaked alleys

when i run, my friend
i feel too much
in the world at its end
I'll recall your word's touch

when i read
your thoughts impart
the spaces between you bleed

your ink into my heart



soulsurvivor
(c) 7/26/2015

I'm dying
But I'm not dead

I'm fine

I'm bleeding
But there's still blood

I'm fine

I'm suffocating
But there's still air

I'm fine

I'm falling apart
But my core's intact

I'm fine

*I'm lying
I'm not fine

Delete

This is just a quick note to hellopoetry site:

Don't know if anyone else noticed this on this site but as for me certain peoples notifications aren't popping up on me page... Though when I look at poem by itself I can see the person liked it yet I'm not seeing it in notification.. Also I noticed when I type peoples name in the search box it won't even show some of them in search box to even find! Though when I see them on one of the poems they liked of mine and click on their picture it takes me to their page?? Mmm something strange going on with this site??.and its shut down four times Maby more last four days .??? Hmm weirdly strange to me h.p weirdly strange lol... Oh and last thing I have to keep hitting the follow button for people for some reason this site keeps making us all hit follow on same people as I've had to do and someone else brought to me why did she have to hit follow on me. When she thought she was following me? Yeah lol


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Remember when you couldn’t wait
to show up early and find your place.
Cause you didn’t want to miss a thing.
And your heart was open and ready for change.
Oh, those days.
You were never afraid to sing,
never afraid to lift your hands.
Didn’t care what people would think.

Remember when you weren’t ashamed.
To tell your friends about your faith.
A time when you felt the pain
of just one lost soul that was slipping away.
Your heart was soft, you had radiant eyes,
but slowly the pressures and burdens of life
pulled you into the dark of the night.
But when did you lose your sight?

Cause you were on fire,
and church was more than a place,
and people were more than faces,
and Jesus was more than a name.

Oh you were on fire,
you let life put out the flame.
But he’s still calling out for you
cause he wants to light your heart again.
And set it on fire
Set it on fire.

Turn your eyes, turn your eyes
and don’t forget what it was like
Set me on fire, set me on fire
I wanna hold God’s people close
wanna feel the power of Jesus’ name

Set me on fire
Set me on fire

daughter of the light,
the whispering sea
carrying the wind like
a bird of air,
the water ageless and eternal,
dark as a winter cloud,
light as a summer rose.