Secrets are like hidden treasure waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

The Book of Days holds the future to come-its guarded in Heaven by the Angels.No mortal soul could every read it-for God prohibited its contents to be known.It holds every Souls journey ,written within...It also can change Eternity if ever opened up-and Gods Omnipotent plan for every heart-....The mysterY as to why it may never be read by anyone is that if the pages were turned ,EternityS outcome could be altered forever!It contains the End of Days"s war between God and the Devil himself-and could alter the outcome leading to terrible fatal overthrow of Gods natural Plan...Since the dawn of Time,the Devils only goal was to open the Book,for even He doesn't know how Eternity could sway within his favour-leading to his truimphant rule of Heaven for ever more....God  placed the Book within the Tree of Life,which once Stood in the Garden of Eden-where Adam and Eve once lived,and later in Heaven, He placed its safety within the Angels watch...No mortal soul today even knows of the Books excistance-for Life is written from the Book,by God Himself,and so humanity lives here on Earth with no sense of Lifes mystery and its True meaning.The Devil  tempted Eve,believing she would come to know of the Book,by gaining the knowledge from eating from the Tree which God forbid them in the Garden of Eden...yet God knew of his plan and banned them from the Garden once their eyes opened and they gained the knowledge..and so removed the Tree of Life,placing the safety of The Book now under the Angels guard in Heaven.The Devil -having lost the chance to let the Book be read,still yearns to get to it...yet the tale does not end here.For in a dream-i have come to know of its being-....a dream from the Devil?or God Himself?...and in my dream,I am in Heaven-overhearing the Angels speaking of The Book.Without them knowing of my presence,I hear where the Book is placed-and my curiosity drives me to seek it out...Silenty I walk to the area and unbelievingly I see it-just inches from my grasp.

They destroyed the destroyers..
And saved all of mankind.
The light age had come..
A technology redefined.

We united as humans.
No races defined.
No longer were we colors.
But one of the same kind..

The machines that saved us were all obsolete.
New guardians were made.
We gathered all of the old units.
And we sent them away.

The old machines simply obeyed.
They followed command.
They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.

()" The world was much like ours!  A perfect distance from the sun.  A goldilocks based planet that we found one the other side of our galaxy.  It was then we met them on the surface.   Green forest and the bluest of oceans.  We called this place Eden.. " The only difference was this planet was the size of our sun.  "()


<>" Early at sunrise he came.    Like a slow falling star.  He came out of a door of light and embraced us so.  We did not know how to greet God.<>

()  " Could it be possible! Could it be real!? This may be heaven.  Is this where we ascend? It must be if humans are here!()

<> "  He looks a lot like us? We are molded from him. He comes from the heavens above the stars. <>

() " I am among angels. ()
<>" We are among God.<>

i.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Bringeth me closer to mine love.

ii.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Telleth Jane I'll be looking from above.

iii.

Tonight
O tonight;
I prayeth to seeith mine empress in mine sleep.

iv.

Tonight
Wherein it's mine soul;
She doth keep.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

i.

Us poet's art the sane one's
The rest of the world;
Is insanity.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Remember the Old Era
New Era exists due to Old Era
Old Era is platform of Old Tradition ,Culture and Human Values
New Things is built to renovate the Old Things
But function of Old Things does not destroy's
Even though it becomes New Things
New Things gives new feature to Old One.
Similarly Old Era prefer it own values and rules ,it does not destroy it function.
New Era gives new edition and new values to human kinds
But it does not affects the Old Era
We should remember the both Era
The Old One & The New One
World depends and leaves  with both the Era

somewhere among the oaks and pines
i search, trying to find a sign
with the sight of the climbing vines
i am defined by nature's lines

the water shines my peace of mind
beside the brook, where ivy entwines
i find brightness, no longer blind
in the guiding light of God's designs

The orange; almond eyes
Foxish, content gaze
Licking a paw
Warming my feet.

The Universe inspires
me: you
Are my w-hole-ne-ss

No, I'm not your
Universe, I'm ur
Universal Transcendens

Thou knowest nothing
Until thou art ready
To dieth for love;

Until then
Thou knoweth not
What love is.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol
Y el corazón se pone triste contemplando la ciudad
Porque te vas.
Como cada noche desperté pensando en ti
Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar
Porque te vas.
Todas las promesas de mi amor se irán contigo
Me olvidaras, me olvidaras
Junto a la estación lloraré igual que un niño
Porque te vas, porque te vas.
Bajo la penumbra de un farol se dormirán
Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir se dormirán
Junto a las manillas de un reloj esperarán
Todas las horas que quedaron por vivir esperarán.

In English :

Because you are leaving

The sun shines through my window today
And my heart feels sad
while looking at the city
Because you are leaving.
Just like every night,
I woke up thinking of you
And I saw as all the hours
Passed by in my clock
Because you are leaving.
All my love promises will be gone with you
You will forget me, you will forget me
Next to the station
I will cry like a child
Because you are leaving,
Because you are leaving.
Under the shadow of a street lamp
They will sleep
All the things left unsaid will sleep there
They will wait next to a clock's hands
They will wait for all those hours
That we had yet to live.

I dread the sound of its passing
and the call of its merry chime
on the hour every day
the price that I pay
for life is a fear of time...