On that day, you were with me
under the universe's eye and the moon's light;
You held my hand as you stare through my eyes
humming a sweet song for our hearts to jive;
Under a gazebo with stary lights on the trees,
bringing me warmth and comfort everywhere I see;
You said every inch of me is beautiful. that
I should never change who I am;
Then softly you touched my cheek and kissed me
so gentle yet so passionate;
A tear escaped from my eyes as you confess your love,
for I don't know why out of all people, you picked me;
Yet all I felt at that moment is that I love you too,
Your the only person that can make my heart
beat so fast yet so slow, at the same time;
Many people hate me for you, yet you
leave them all just to be with me;
Then suddenly you kneel on one knee
and ask me to be your wife;
all kinds of emotion overwhelmed my heart
With uncontrollable tears I replied...



... Forever babe...

Americana, fair Madonna, tell me what's become of you; star's so bright, your war's are polite, as your ripped flag's red, white, and blue. Oh bountiful cities, mountain-told villages; starlit pillages foreshadow your deathly paths. Some books hold secrets, while cake candles burn tricks to cigarettes of nuclear blasts! Afterthought you are oh country tis of thee; so blessed in your filth, your kilts are images of projected misery. Find an Alcove you castleview kings; your tongues will soon be silenced to the non-mindsense you care to bring! Resemble with eachother patriarchs of hatred; national to all stations, you are the one in control. Forget what mother told you? Did you already sell your soul? Instant inhumanness; gratitude for filthiness, they feel for girly magazines. Rescind your rhetoric you false entity of enemies kings. Perch behind the clouds where the guard's can't get you; where pharaoh's confront you, only God knows all time! Subjection to viewest bozos behind bar-reason rhymes. Where are you angel of light? I see your face; or have I taken your place?


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©prison poetry

So I tried to share,
Something beautiful
With even my mother
She's a zombie
Like the rest
Memes,
Few words at a time,
At her best
What will happen?
When we're all illiterate?
When poetry is gone
I believe,
That'll be it
No more humanity,
No more beauty
And that's all I have to say of that.......

Arvanka, betwixt the Stygian muck and mire, mine arm's shalt grip thee in the fire; solace to thy bones.

Arvanka, repose Wilt be the new, passed the thundering drabby view, thy kiss to be the fuse; O'er the jungle fire.

Arvanka, forbearance mine encumbered lass, the hour wilt surely come to pass, ourn velvet blood to flow right passed, the foyer of enostikal swain.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

"you're my favorite almost",
he said.

"you're my sweetest what if",
she said.

If given the chance, there are so many things I would do differently. Firstly, I wouldn't make you my entire life. I would realize the importance of balance. I would realize the crucial need for alone time, friend time and you time. I would get my own apartment and create a life. Aside from solely living in yours. Secondly, I wouldn't let my feelings be hurt every single time something didn't go my way. I wouldnt let silly things have any importance or validation to me. Thirdly, I would accept the silence needed after an argument. I wouldn't try and make you feel guilty for still being angry. Your feelings are valid, too. Lastly, I wouldn't feel the need to be included in everything. This goes back to balance. I'm sorry it took you walking away for me to realize these things. I'm sorry it's too late

Silence...

Except for my fan.
All that I knew,
was sadness back then.
but these days are brighter
and bolder and more lovely,
back then I never would've guessed
I could be this happy.

I only wish I could tell the old me,
that things get better.

~
Stop caring too much
"what worries you, masters you"
Quash your fears, quench every butterfly
Forget your dreams, never expect, just fly
Passion is a reckless illusion, a dangerous frenzy
Love is a weakness, a heartbreak sentence
As much as you try to do things right, to make it work
Blind soul... it will always drive against your flow
~