I no longer question
The way of this world
Not that I would want to anyhow

I no longer ask
Why beggars are scorned and ignored
Even the children younger than me

I no longer ask
About Mermaids and Fairies and Elves
Nor the werewolves and vampires

I no longer ask
Where the sun and the moon came from
Or if the angels live on clouds

I no longer question
The way of this world
Not the questions that matter, at least

1-Promises are buds of flowers, always wait for the petals
2-One person's nothing can be another's everything
3-Sometimes what was once compatible food can turn into poison
4-Some are stop overs, others destinations, do not mistake the two...
5-Oceans of love will always bear storms, the worthy hold firm next to your palm as you battle with the sails
6-Some wounds are too deep to heal, some memories too precious for time to steal,
7-The journey home is too short in the presence of company
and no journey is longer than the lone journey home
8-The future's only more promising along with warm company
Otherwise the past is more beautiful if the future you craved is left behind
9-It's not the sky but courage to flap their wings that makes the birds fly, it takes courage to get up and get going
10-Horizon's sometimes pitch black, yet for her darkness we appreciate her mellow
11-there're so many junctions of goodbye on the roads of hello
12-Enjoy your together while you still can for you can never know where your apart happens
13-There's always the one who hurts you, who leads you to The One
14-Forgiveness is the one thing we all want to receive and never give
15-The past is always here, who can escape his own shadow stalking?
16-The road never ends, we just decide when to stop walking
17-Love never dies, futile we stop wasting time talking
18-When the rains go, you have to water the roses if you treasure their bloom
19-You have to know which gardens to water, some flowers just can't bloom
20-We all have regrets, but they're often about those things we never did
21-The letters we wrote and never sent haunt us the most, words we never had courage to say are the ghost
22-The shortest route to the pain's believing in perfection
23-The beauty of wounds is in encircling about the core of pain,
of storms is in dancing in the rain...
24-Nothing changes, all is simply the invisible that was blurred from the far of first impression
The dark side of the moon, the mask falling off, the dust on the etched washing off under the melting glacier of familiarity
25-Forever's infinity, no matter how long we walk, we never get there...
26-Where you choose to stop is your forever, it's the much you could get.
27-We can never go back, second chances are simply opportunities to experience the pain again
28-The heart will work, whether it's broken or not... it's the mind that needs fixing.
29-It's painful letting go, it's twice as painful holding on...
30-It's hard being alone and meaningless being with someone who'd rather be with someone else.
31-Losing love changes you, for better and most times for worse...
32-I should have read the signs and taken another road
33-Even if you hadn't hurt me, someone else would.
34-It wasn't all for nothing, I learnt my lessons...
35-Time heals all wounds, but not all scars.
36-I'll love again, but not as much as I loved you.

Pocket the riff of the strum
hide in the hum,by the cliff
smile at the wall countdown

There is a hole in your soul
at the crossroads of the ends
the confusion within shadows

Bathe inside the current of dreams
pull painfree from the dainty mount
there is nothing that is left to lose

I'll take you to the fearless grounds
wipe the teardrop vile grounding tears
pause the episode of unstoppable rain

I see your hidden gaze in unclear mirrors
In the inbetween of the yesterday lines
Mincing matters on edges of destiny

Pocket the riff of the strum
and stand up unafraid to lead,  
Let the blues melt away all highways

The light spilled over her cheeks
as if God had knocked over a water glass.
It trickled down over her right eyebrow,
over the bridge of her nose,
falling to the left ever so slightly
until it reached her bottom lip.

To my unfocused eyes,
she was an angel.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes,
taking in shallow breaths
as if any sudden move might disturb her surface.
Ripples on a pond
I thought if I touched her she might burst apart,
and dissolve into a million tiny pieces of air.

I couldn’t move.

But she could.

With a slight furrow of her brow
and a fluttering of eyelashes
she faced me.
She didn’t look onto my face
but rather traced my outline with her gaze.

"Forgive me,"

she said quietly.

"There is nothing more beautiful than you are over your shoulder but I find I cannot meet your eyes.”

I don't want to be alone anymore
I need someone to share with my dreams
someone who can see my invisible tears
one who'll hold my sweaty palms when am shaken
and drowning in volatile oceans of fears
Someone to remind me that hard times do not
mean by the world am forsaken
I need someone who'll hear my silent screams
who'll understand my emotions to the core
to remind me to stop on the second beer bottle
they say the moment's a picture so I need someone in my photo
someone to cheer my cause, as I can always lift the load
thrown at me by karma, I need someone to listen
to help me find every piece to my heart that's missing
I need a friend beyond the lines of proverbial friendship
for now I believe I can manage romantic kinship.
It doesn't have to be a fairy tale, 'long as it's a tale that's fair
all I crave is someone who'll try to always be here
You don't need to be perfect or as sleek as the dawn
I just want someone too... to call my own.*
Am free falling from the sky of desolation
and hoping yours are the arms that will catch me
because I want you to be in my future, my definition.

Straws and twigs litter the balcony
leaves withered from winter
pigeons have homed here safely
dirtied the place
but I don't mind
not replaced the broken glasses
we can make do with them
our family has grown
somewhere we left the nest
to wither in winter
barely holding together
me and her.

tepid waters do not lie
gale is to cyclone
as rain to thundercloud
no amount of counter-spin
will make them anything other
than atmospheric unrest

El Niño, La Niña
how to read
the unsettled waters
upwelling from the deep
what should feed us
leaves us starving, weak

orcas encircle their kin
emaciated mother, tiny calf
dying from ocean’s lack
while we look on and moan
all the power to change
if we only cared to own it

Even in mine worries,
        Angst, despair,
                    Don't worry mine Jane;

Mine love is right here.


Even in mine trial's;
          Tribulations I face.

With thee,
       Right next to me;
                There's a smile on
                              Mine face.

Though the sand may
    Be crumbling, and
          The castle's slide to the sea;
                
  There's the beauty of me
                  Having, thou that
                  Set's me free.

Though mine flesh
   And heart mayest fail,
      And the cloud's shalt roll around;

Mine soul is at ease
          With thee mine queen;
           With thy voice I float
           Off the ground.
                  
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)