I've been
up and down lately,
well..
more than lately,
kinda jumpy too 
Y'know...
Figure if I jump high enough
with the earth spinning beneath me
the way it does
I'll see it all
for free...
Mostly I jump
waiting the next bus
on cemetery hill,
up and down and up again
watching burials
intermittently
over the wall,
my now you see me-
now you don't appearances
are part of the mourning process
in Selly Oak these days;
leaving folk in holes
with dirt on their faces,
their chests
and their feet
frightens me,
seems gravity's got
a hold on them
forever now,
so I'm glad for
the days when smoke
stacks exhale
and the wind
is filled with people,
I feel the bounce
in my sole remembered
and I know
sooner or later
I too will catch an updraft
and fly....
I've been
up and down lately..
well..    
more than lately
I've been kinda jumpy too
Y'know ?

The life
Taken out of me.
Take your dagger
Out of me please.
You smell,
Of liquor and smoke
On your kisses
I once choked
No more
I'm not your *****
I'm not your girl.
Don't call me your one
I'm me, and I'll be leaving soon
So sit aside
And you go cry
In daddy's room:
Tear a piece
Of my hair
Keep it packaged
I do not care
I'm sick
Of the abuse
But one thing
Goodbye
I always loved you
I always tried
I always cried
This is my
Forgiving you.

Poetry is too
"Norm" these day's;
And I don't plan
Being normal,
I like the strange, the weird
Anyone canst be normal
But canst thou be strange?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Squash dem
Dats wut I got ta do ta make ma own
Toss dem
Out da windows like dey dids me
Show dem mommas gots a bag
Coppa tone.
Pile dem
Like da two faced deuces dey is.
File dem
Put dem in cabanets
Lock dem up
Wit da otha boyes
Not mens.

I'm seekin' to find yo' love,
The one many talk 'bout!

I wanna' feel it;
Bask in it!

Done been told it's an anchor in the storm!

Well then you my anchor!
Lawd!!
You my anchor in this tempest!

I done been moved in so many ways,
My soul been battered!

Yo' love be my anchor!
Lawd!!
Yo' love be the anchor of my soul!!

Even when the sun peek through them clouds over yonder,
And we approach them,
We shan't be separated!!

Amorevolous soulmates, together forever
In the good time's, and the bad;
Boscaresque spirit's, in wedlock eternal.


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

i.

Mine otherworldly ethereal
I seeith thineself so desolate;
For thee to smile again
I shalt be pecked by crow's, cut to bit's.

ii.

Kilig bringer to mine belly
Purpose to mine well-being;
Ill taketh all thine past blemishes
I'll dieth a million death's, for thine jubilation to forthbring.

iii.

Definition to life itself
Mine bride, soon to be;
Greatest thing is mine queen
Thou art already a wife to me.

iv.

When thou feeleth
That the rope is best;
I'll taketh that twine
Around mine own neck.

v.

So when thou art bottommost
Down in the pit's of hell;
Just remember I'm coming to freeith thee
As I'll replaceth thee with me, I'll taketh thy cell.



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

etheral combination..
you and the sky..
wings of salvation..
and the way our light dies..

slowly fade away bright moon..
light of the night..
enter the this world again soon..
my bright little light..

away with your pale shine..
the sun is coming..
its light is unkind..
while yours is stunning..

oh moon high above..
you shine for us all..
with silver shine and love..
from borrowed light from the sun..

Some people search in trash bins for cans.
They collect them to get paid.
Some people collect cans to get paid.

Some people go back to the place they like or really enjoy.
They go where they hope and dream.
Some people go back to that place where they hope and dream.