Sitting inside silicon
Whirlpools-clapping--
Away-mercury
Tears.

I'm a chimerian sphinx
Accepting airless-
Han-ker-chiefs,
Showing polyporus-chimneys

Wheezing darkness
For meridian sanctuaries.

I've been threading
Biscuit silk into sorrow--
And now--
Summer-blind
Without the bead.

that I sit in showers
because water understands.

No questions. No judgment.

It just holds me.

I've Made
A House
For You
In My
Soul.

i.

Beset next to me
Coadjuvant to mine need's;
I couldst not asketh for more
Mine Reyna's all do I believeth.

ii.

She compasses me in Dwarf Daylilies
Her suntanned dermis is momentous;
Wallowed in her oversea's memories
A throne surpassing, Hari and Reyna scented.

iii.

In Luzon, the older part of the firma
Betwixt the Cordillera Region, see through pneuma's;
Hand-poke tool's, for me and mine dynasty amour'
To get tattoos, of her ancestry upon her own shore's.

iv.

Covered head to toe
By these inked protection's;
Spelling out the word's
Brandon and Jane's resurrection.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna of mine soul
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Stop desperately grasping,
for a life of pure happiness.
Is that all you really want?
Just joy and rainbows?
Sunshine everyday?
Because if so,
I've gotta break it to you,
that is not life, brother.
Life is loving and fighting.
Life is old men who cry alone,
And
Life is drinking whiskey with your feet up,
in the woods.
Happiness will come!
But so will the rest.
So sit down,
stop ******* whining,
and embrace all of it.
You might just come out the other side contented.
You will though definitely,
have lived.