in the land of the white
live too the black men
apparently with equal right
but with covert disdain.

why couldn't the world be one place
when we are all from common gene
where humanity is the only race
across the color of skin.

in the land of the black
live too the white men
apparently of the same pack
but on a different plane.

why couldn't the world be one landmass
when we rose from one origin
where being humane is the only class
across the color of skin.

in the land of the white
live the white men
among them aren't equal right
exist disparity and disdain.

why couldn't the world be one unit
when together we all once had been
where brotherhood is boldly writ
across the color of skin.

in the land of the black
live the black men
among them oneness they lack
the inequalities still remain.*

why couldn't the world be one creed
where mankind lives as one kin
the white and the black can only read
love across the color of skin.

It's nauseating
To seeith man killeth other men
And seeith the abuse of ourn fellow beings daily
Mankind treateth one another as if some object.
As if some slave,
And white man hateth the darker skinned
As the darker skinned is hating the ivory man
Especially when the media spreads more bigotry!
Yet none of these beings realize
All of ourn d.n.a
Is connected into the stars......
The sun
The moon
The earth
All together
All from the same formation of ourn creator's hands!!!

And yet.....

We still showeth hatred toward's another
And killeth another.........

As Lucifer sits on back
And smile's,
Knowing his plan is working!

As man doesn't realize what he's even doing!!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

The irony of me,
        A hopeless romantic
            Who hath hope....


©brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Sun flickered 'pon your eyes
    scintillating as the seas,
dappled with the chemistry
   of a thousand swooning moons

It was toward the end of summer.   A long summer it had seem.  The heat was quite cruel this year. I was on my run and at mile marker 2.  The sun blared down on me watching me run in its summer song.  Sweat ran across my eyes leaving behind a small sting.  I simply rubbed it off and continued on running.  On my way back I decided to walk.  It was then I felt and heard the very small song of Fall singing backup behind the summer song.  A very small brisk of cool air wrapped around me for just a second. The children of the Autumn were running around the woods of summer.  The fall season has awoken in the Summer shine.  The summer grows drowsy and will sleep soon.

Poetry is a
     well-oiled function,
      processing sentiments
                for posterity

*Poetry is an extension
     of our core elements,
           royally regurgitated

Wouldn't it be lovely to write
     the way Monet
         painted masterpieces,
or Beethoven composed
       simpatico symphonies,
graciously scripting sentiments as
      utterly stunning as Neruda's
             elixirs of profound poetry ~

I'd sell my soul for an eternity of
      infinite breaths midst
                   such indubitable creations

i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.

sing, magic sea horse!
          about marine depths
         about vivid day dreams     
             
                                   the song of the waves echoes at the bottom
                    shallow waters             pearl shells            rainbow ears

                  someone should tell the colorful depths:

                                 about my sighs
                                located                    ­  on the edge of the horizon
                                   resting in the arms
                                    of a hundred salty flowers
                                           swaying and dancing as
                       golden midsummer breeze
              runs through scented branches    

marine shrimps are running
               toward tanned ankles
            silver bracelets
               toward brown feet
                             bronze *******

       young boys catching their first fish

sailing boats gliding
    sea gulls