PART I: ADRIFT

Madness passed Misery
and bumped into me.
We travel together now,
Islands lost at sea.

Ahead, Tomorrow rides,
pinned to the sunrise.
Yesterday dogs us,
marking our tides.

Empty atolls pass
on windborne paths.
Now homes to only bones;
more dead outcasts.

The Ocean never laments
or attempts to make sense.
We just wander across it
until living relents.

PART II: VAGRANT

Lagoon to lagoon,
harboring my tether.
Giving me shelter
from daily storms.

Lost in the masts,
a paper boat.
Taking on water...
as expected.

A lucky hook
snares the soggy craft.
Dried and opened:
a cry for          .

When no reply came,
a folded flotilla
Whitened the water,
a cry now screaming.

This harbor now empties.
My travels resume.

PART III: DREAM

The sea fades to gulls, and then,
a delta rushed with mountainfulls.
I've become a salmon fighting upstream,
an island lost in a riverbed dream.

She tore a branch off an old dead tree..
She held it so and it molded into a guitar..
She played the song of the woods..
And the sky cried in the day..
The rain drops looked like diamonds in the setting sun..
She played till the moon rode high..
Crescent light of the night..
She then held the guitar to the old dead tree..
As it became a branch again..
She walked into the pale silver moonlight..
She shined for a moment and faded into the night..

A cool girl, a cool beer, with foaming suds to Bubble my ears
Then a cool band playing so me and my girl can relax out
Nothing better than tonight
A strange Tuesday and yet the best I've ever known.

Sometimes Life tells me that I'm nothing
And Sometimes I use to tell that Life is nothing..

One of those smash your head in glass days
I just don't wanna bleed I'm scared of blood

Like stars spilling from whiskey dewdrop lips 
Words streak across a midnight sky of longing

What proverbs may come from these whiskey lips For every lightless night spent apart For every unspent voucher to destinations we will never travel to
Find something beautiful
And don't let go
All things of beauty
Must pass away
Maybe one beautiful thing can stay

Hold tight the breathless moments spent dreaming in aurora skies
For every darkness carries the remembrance of the sun
How it left warm kisses upon fluttering eyelids 
In this way we too will find heaven

That undiscovered heaven whose patterns we have run through
and dimly remembered sun
the hopeless light that sits quietly
In the souls of the storm-born
That far
that distant
That's where the hurt is
That is the proof of love

Moonbeams tread softly

on shining wire   

death waits

haunting shadow

hoping for cloud

and an unfortunate sole

to step forward..

i.

Tis mine everything is leaving
Tis she's leaving for a day;
Though just a day, mine soul shalt leaveth
And shalt return unto the grave.

ii.

Until she returneth
Mine spirit shalt be departed;
She's the one keeping me alive
She's mine angel of the creator's garden.

iii.

Tis it may sound funny
Because tis just one day;
The fact is I canst not breathe
When mine earl Jane nagley is away.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

i.

Into mine soul
Into mine soul;
Lieth mine Reyna
Mine amare, mine abode.

ii.

Into mine head
Into mine head;
Lieth mine sunshine
The one I've awoken to, from the dead.

iii.

Into mine spirit
Into mine spirit;
I commendeth mine pneuma
Into her Filipino chariot.

iv.

Into mine death
Into mine death;
I shalt be renewed
By her every last breathe.

v.

Into heaven
Into heaven;
Awaiteth mine angel
I shalt be her minstrel.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication