ɨ.

Sօօռ ʍɨռɛ ʟօʋɛ
I sɦaʟt ʄaʟʟɛtɦ asʟɛɛք;
Aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ, ʏɛs ɖʀɛaʍ
Tɦat tɦօʊ աɛʀɛ ռɛxt tօ ʍɛ.


©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ,քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ

Smack me
You did already,
By not paying attention
To the woman you have in front of you
Pendejo!

I can see you.   It has been dark for so long.  And you are shining in it!  Tears fill my eyes.  At the sight of light.  He is getting brighter and brighter.  There is even a warmth to his glow.  I feel it on my skin.  There are so many of us here in the dark.   Its then rings of light begin to emit from him.  But how? And why?  What illuminates him in the infinite darkness?  He then got so bright that he became the sun itself.  Dawn is here yet again.  The new morning has vanquished the eternal night.  I must discover what is the science to his Belief.   Its what made him shine.

Hello underground.  Hello to all of your shadows.  I meet with the dimming light here at midnight.   Hello small cracks in the wall.  I peak through at you.  See what is really true.  Hello dust devils.  Silence swept you away. My recollections are all I have to say.  Hello leftovers.  Time to eat my yesterdays. And start cooking what tomorrows say.  Hello milky skin. Pale as moon and taste like love.  Its what has always been all of the above. Hello underground.  Goodbye to all of your shadows.  I leave the dimming light at noon.  Just a visit is all it was and ill be back soon.

At mine bedside,
Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication

i.

mahal ko
No matter how long it shalt taketh to meet;
I wilt wait an eternal span.

ii.

amica mea
I shalt be in long-suffering;
To kiss thine feet, on mine knee's and hand's.

iii.

Mo grá
Through ourn waiting;
I shalt taketh thine incise, and warm thee with fire taking thy ice.

iv.

mon amour
Mine spirit is thy window;
Mine soul is open to thee alway's as thy door.

v.

agápi̱ mou
I loveth thee, forever mine queen;
Just sayest that thou loveth me to, forever we shalt be.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Iŋtɷ ɧҽɾ pɷɾtaɭ I ҽŋtҽɾҽɖ
It ɭҽɖ tɷ tɧҽ cҽŋtҽɾ ɷʆ tɧҽ
Uŋɩѵҽɾىҽ.

There are things unseen that keep this world living.. Things that go without notice.. Things that we make sure go unnoticed.. So the everyday things you see as everyday things simply are not that at all.. Everyday messengers and receivers are at a constant movement of life giving moments.. The bird you saw fly by, The cat that leaves and never returns, The butterflies that migrate south, And the ghost that sometimes haunt the living.. But when the path is interrupted the unknown ramifications occur.. The disasters, the catastrophes, the plagues, can all be prevented.. On this day two children, two brothers, will set forth a path that is unknown to them.. On a plastic bottle cap they put one large red ant on board.. They float it down the creek and watch in awe at the sailor ant they have set in motion.. This ant has a very small package to deliver.. Across a world to him, at the end of the river to us.. This ant will deliver a small speck of light.. The first star in an infinite darkness..