For everything a reason.  Our universe within this mind will go forth eternal.  His struggles are far from over.  The addiction was not able to corrupt him so.  His new found light was able to shine it all away.  Its then I come to a realization of who I am in all this.  I was his light all along.  And he has forgiven his self for not believing in the terror he went through that night.  I have found the memory of what happen to him. On what happen to all of us.  This memory is a lone star outside of all other galaxies that exist within.   My celestial star owls dare not venture close.  But I must return to this memory.  Because the memory is me.  I will share such a memory with you.  

On April 7th 1984, I was born.  My mother and father held me close and gave to me warmth and love.  My fathers eyes looked to me with pride and unconditional love. My mothers eyes look to me with love and endless worry.   My mothers light was as bright as any sun I have ever seen. She contained a belief  that was unparalleled by any.  My fathers light shined beautifully with a perfect balance.   One dark day my mothers brightness took her over.  She loved me so much that she did not want me to experience any form of sin and darkness.  That I could be part of an endless heaven if I was to go  while I was pure.   There was a ****** into the light that night.  A ****** that would forever grant me passage to a heaven and beyond she believed existed.  He found us that night when he got home.  It was the end of him.  It was the end of his belief.  My mother smiled at him and said she will forever be in a better place. He turned to drugs to numb the pain.  The only glow of belief he had left was not to take is own life. For there may be a chance he may be able to see me again.  And he was right.  We battled the addiction together. We believed in the light together again.   He knew then I still existed somewhere.  And that one day he will see me again.  It will be the day when he breathes in the light...  My name is Hope.
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Our little town had gained national attention. It was all over every news paper in America.  It was then the hunters had arrived.  
Our father also wanted to help out with the hunting. My brother and I were not comfortable letting our Dad go without the silver bullet.
So we gave him the .45 caliber silver bullet for his gun.  Our dad smiled at us and asked when we had it made.  " Did old man Jonny make this for you!? "
"Yes dad! Its for the ware wolf!  Its the only thing that can **** it!"  He then looked at the bullet and saw our initials. " Johnny does fine work."
He smiled at us and took one of the bullets out of the chamber and replaced it with the silver bullet. "I'll be fine.  Its most likely a bear that's all.
"Good night kids, don't stay up to late, I'll be back soon.

Ma daddy always tolde me
Natalia" daddy always rite
Truste me girl
Daddy always rite,
Don go jus finding any ******
Kus cretins like ants
Dey always builde nest round yuo
And swarm yuo
Like da ants dey are
And ya daddy was rite
I do got lot of ants
Trying to swarm me
I just swat the bugs awaye
Dey pesty.

Today I got the wind knocked out of me.
A blow that further dulled my dying senses.
This universe is dying... It's death inevitable. It's end approaching.
Our home is decaying, a loss of light has been sighted on all spectrums.
Infinity needs to be reinvented.
For my sake as all I want for us is to remain. That's my reason for being here in the first place. To make sure we stay.
But all will fade away.. why?

And if death is part of life, where will death be at the end of our universe?
Our souls would also perish. This realization that a part of me will not last even if I'm not in a conscious state cripples me. I want to remain, a single atom will suffice.

But there is another side, another chance. A new player has entered this universe. Chances are that we may be one of the very first alive. Life: a system that defies the odds. I can't help but wonder. Is life the solution for this dying universe? Energy poured into consciousness so it can save itself from dying? Life is wired for survival and I truly hope our purpose is to always defy the odds.

i.

Mine Filipino rose
Didst thou knoweth;
When thou art gone
Mine worry doth showeth.

ii.

Mine Filipino rose
Doth thou understand;
I'll waiteth for thee
Forever to be, in thine arm's and hand's.

iii.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine angelic being of glow;
Meeteth me at the show
In the kingdom of ourn endearment abode.

iv.

Mine Filipino rose
When thou art not near;
Mine stresses and mine fear's
Bringeth sorrow and tear's.

v.

Mine Filipino rose
As thou knoweth, we aren't an illusion;
We art conspicuous in ourn fusion
Forgiveth the jealous one's of their intrusion's.

Mine Filipino rose..........................


I loveth thee more, mine Reyna......


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

As a blanket
Her hair swaddle's me;
As the universe serape's
The pinlight's of God.


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

Only Christ shall do, nothing else can restore you.
Only Christ has genuinely love you without condition.
Only Christ can save you with his salvation and Love.
For only he is the God of Salvation and restoring you.
Into the very person that he has created you to be.
For in the beginning he create you to be a perfect child.
But this sinful world that you were born into cause havoc.
Causing you to sin, for there is no sinless people born.
Except the Savior whom came to the earth over 2000 years ago.
Dying on the cross, to save us from all of our sins and addictions.

I was looking among the stars with my celestial star owls. We could see more and more stars being born across the universe.  He was remembering more and more as his memories became our stars.  The addiction still lingered.  It was not entirely gone.  What remained was a fog like haze that could not really travel anywhere.  It seem to be stuck here on this side of the galaxy.  My heart still beat heavy light pulses at the sight of our God.  I remember clearly how he looked into my eyes before he awoke.  Shadow and darkness ran away from his presence.  Him just being there was all that needed to happen. His presence alone could vanquish any darkness and all of its manifestations.  The addiction was one of the strongest forms of darkness I have ever battled.  It had a relentless nature to it that seem to know no bounds.  But as I thought and thought how in the life could he conjure up so much light to push away such a strong darkness. The solution then came to me faster then light could reach my eye.  It was belief!  He believed in himself.  This brought back hope. And hope is what keeps memories strong.  And with hope their is love.  To possess all three is simply to be just that.  Pure belief.  Pure belief in ones self.  He kept the addiction around so that he may never forget what it was like to be controlled by it.  To understand how it almost took all his memories away.  I am heading back home now.  Back to my home in the light.  This cosmos was in one brain cell. One place of a mind we live.  And I will always do my beast to keep our light shining. Where ever,  when ever, across, and beyond.    My name is . . . . . . . . . . .

The red skies filled in with gray black clouds.  Red lightning danced from cloud to cloud as it would not thunder but instead scream.  It was terrifying to see and hear.  The shadow tree had become a forest of darkness and wicked laughter.  The leaves were made of dead pale shadow light with no shine to them.   Under the forest was a wicked darkness no light seem to penetrate.  Inside the darkness were golden eyes watching me.  Thousands of them  started to lurk and move upon me.   It was then I saw a small pillar of light at the center of all this madness.  It was the body, the person that is the vessel for the mind we live in.   It was the God I believed in.  It was the omnipresent.  Never Have we been able to meet the spirit of the person we live in.  He was space and time.  The creator.  The very universe we live in.  How was this possible.  As he walked toward me all of the golden eyed shadows scampered away.  The shadow trees turned into trees of light. The red skies cracked as blue bled back into the skies.  There were white clouds that now filled the sky and the grass was as green as emerald.  My heart beat light pulses.  It was the most amazing visual I had ever seen.  He did not see me.  Nor was he aware of the addiction he had shined away.  He simply walked on through.  Flowers of all color grew around where he had stepped.  He walked up to the final Shadow tree that was left.  He raised his hands to the sky as all the flower pedals spun around him. To him the shadow tree was nothing but a dead tree.  Storm blues rolled in and it began to rain heavily.  Tornados made of light spun around the shadow tree erasing all the shadow from it.  A tree full of flower pedals of all colors was what was left.  The air shifted in my direction as I could smell the beautiful aroma of the flower tree.  He then seem to look into my eyes.  He saw me before he awoke.  My celestial star owls sang the song of return as I awoke alongside our universe.