So many people living today are hurting and suffering.
So many that are tired of hurting, so tired of living.
So many people are Lonely and heart-broken as well.
So many whom are lost, searching for truth here.
These and more are the people whom I understand.
Whom I have compassion for and got my heart.
For I understand what's pain that they are feeling.
My heart goes out to each and everyone of them.
They are the ones that Christ is holding right now.
For he loves the desperate, the hurting, and the hurting.
He loves them as well as the rest of humanity everywhere.

Im made more alive in death
                                      than in living.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

The sentinels of the light had arrived. They heard my call for help deep within this expansive galaxy at the center of forgotten memories.  The golden eyed shadows stood their ground eyes shining as bright as my old sun.  There were 5 of them.   They had on armor that shined this magnificent light inward and out.  They simply ignored the golden eyed shadows and circled around the star memory corrupted by the addiction.   All of their armor then shined different colors. Blue, red, green, white, and gold then shined forth.  The golden eyed shadows mounted their attack alongside the star demon.   They grasped their shadowy bodies onto the Sentinels of light.  Light and darkness mixed and spiraled.  They then begin to shine so bright that it seem to burn away the shadows and star demon.  My celestial star owl came out of the melted darkness that was once the star demon.   The sentinels of the light then focused their light onto the star memory.  They shined away all that was forgotten and brighten up all that could be remembered within this memory.  But not without a price.  Their armor begin to crack and bleed light into space.  They then all looked toward me as they smiled and faded away.  All that remain was the beautiful star they saved. A memory for the mind we live in.  The star lit up as bright as the sentinels of light.  This mind has remembered a love for someone.  This memory begin to trigger others as more and more stars lit up in this galaxy.

I once had
a gold divining rod
It led me to the source
of love
~ It led me to you ~
but it got bent
much too easily

~ the shine was lost

the gold was
naught but glitter
covering a petrified twig

which just snapped...

Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip

The papers lay bare
the ink unbroken
The desire languished
I am not joking

I have not a word
there's nothing to say
Time to quit writing
It ends as of today

So long fellow poets
The time seems so short
I lost my desire
And I now know it

Carry on will you
There's much to be said
Don't lose you your way
"Goodbye",
is all that he said

skip it across the water that they're treading.

Last night
Twas the best feeling;
The feeling of mine shirt off, just jeans, and none shoes nor sandals, bare feet and **** chest, and stomach to the midnight air; as I walked down by the river, as I always do, behind mine place....... Feeling the grass under mine feet, the blades, how they tickled mine toe's, the strange almost full moon behind mine back in the backset. The strange critter's looking at me in the wood's, and mine favorite part; looking up at the million's of star's, like little holes into heaven, wishing I was up there, looking down on everyone else as they were me.... Soon dearest stars, soon........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I saw the sun in your face,
A little cloud in eye,
I felt the earth was to make,
Dreams we both spied.

But that was then, when,
We had one day

And this was hope,
We wished, we prayed,

But the sun fell into cloud
And darkened eyes,
But the earth was unmade,
In showers we both cried.

Mine lonesome eyes,
                                     Drowning in sorrow....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry