The words that go unspoken actually make the most noise.

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



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

"How can you crave something deeper from another, when you refuse to look past the skin..?"

I am feeling better the
Last few day's, thought
Provoking, I'm no longer
Choking, I'm breathing
Better in the future's haze.
I stayed silent now I'm ok
Because I speak my Spanish
Mind. If I was ignorant then,
I no longer am, I am my maker's
Design. So take down this note.
Take it note to self, we have free will
To be happy and still, depend on your
Creator.
Not nobody else.

mid-air toward the icy Catskill eddies
frozen once  and once again--
bridge-jump skyward watchers--
plunge of marrow tears.

you are there.  simulacrum ping
-pong pop on carpet rise
another consciousness i've known
the winking soul recognitive
of grin, of inner whispered act
we finish lineless, applause of ancients drone
on trio sum in low man's song,
on kitchen counter edges,
finger tests and tested trusts,
nail clips clipping on dehiscing ****--
the party. the porch. the project truth of beauty's virtue shown--
the drunken blood a lover
swirled on wet on wet undone.

your attic pillow-talk sobriety
of Green Hole fun
to echo four years, six and seventeen
the age unknown, we shared umbrella sanctity of family home:
raindrops trump the timeless wallstreet horns,
a zero sky ungains the settled hue of mind,
each thought the same, copula to void
in mythic forms we metaphor the plenum won

building dwelling-thinking sung,
the cardiac in tones--
lucid union slowing in the swirling sun--
the eddies stop again, sewn in Catskill frost..
the love we felt alive, in mid-air jump,
in Berto's cheer
we match the water's silent thrum

There are those,
by word or touch,
sometimes, a glance
or slight smile

Give to others, gifts
or strength  and hope...
The ability to move on,
take one more step.

They see, the best
in the world,
they know the depth
of a persons spirit
and are able to give it wings

They are ordinary,
They are extraordinary
They are you
And they are me..

A kind word, is a seed,
to a barren  soul,
A smile, sunshine,
A simple touch, rain,
to a dusty plain....

All it takes is courage,
All it takes is courage

In this nearly empty
sky, one luminous
weaving of ice
and light
hovers,
above the darkness.

Looking up at you,
my rib cage
tightens, slightly.

In your knowing
eyes, is everything.

My river
in my soul
red,  forever grows
The breeze in my veins
rushes headlong, flows
It never rains
In me, never pours
My skin glows
with heath no lines
no wrinkles,  crinkles.
no deep paths to tread.
Just a river that runs ahead
smoothing, flowing
to its source instead.
To the sponge that absorbs
the essence of life itself
where thoughts and memories
are placed on my shelf.
The shelf of life with
a river that flows in my head.

I am surrendering myself to the King, my Savior, for I belong to him.
Surrendering everything that I have become in this life which I live.
To him whom can restore me to be the man that he meant me to be.
For only he can save me from all that I have become lately here.
For I am so desperate for the change that needs to happen in me.
Because my life has become messed up , I need to rely on him.
To take away all of this me stuff, change it into other stuffs.
For only through Love , can we be use to rescue other people.
So humblerly I ask you to transform me into a new man here.