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 Dec 2016
Jellyfish
You're my star in the middle of a very dark and dreary sky.
 Dec 2016
anu
When I write
More negatives
I started hating myself
But I will write

Its because
I don't have any
To tell me
"Don't cry,
Don't worry,
Be strong,
God is with you"

But my great family
Hp members
Are exceptionals

I am hurting myself
Friends help me
To forget my bleeding wounds

I shed all my tears
Sry for sharing this..
 Dec 2016
brandon nagley
Amiss am I, awry I be, with thought's not of this sphere, O' how I thinkest of the real me. The real me with none dermis, the reality of none colored blood. I'm katharí psychí;
Of the empyrean love.

Wherein the substance and materials aren't bought, nor sold; I'm sick of the greed, the wantonness, that makes monsters out of men.

I've experienced wantonness, though verily it doesn't please me, I've tasted Lust's, and lust conceives sin;
Sin leadeth to death.

Lord Almighty, protect me from the demon's that never rest, nor do they sleep;

They art witty, unforgiving, they make men's heart's their places to eat and invest.

Renew me Yahweh in this mortal stress, keep mine eye's on thee; O'
Mighty king.

Free me of mine burdens;
And mine restlessness.

Let thine light,
Overshadow me.

© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
Amiss- not as things should be( in other words"out of place".
awry -crooked, out of proper order (pronounced 'a-wry')
None- means ( no) old form.
Dermis-the skin.
katharí psychí- means ( pure love) Greek dialect.
empyrean-belonging to or deriving from heaven.
Thinkest- second form of (think).
Wherein- in which.
wantonness-always being in want. Wanting everything, yet never wanting to give anything to anyone'.
Verily'- truly.
Leadeth- leads.
Art-are
Witty- showing or characterized by quick and inventive verbal humor..
Thee-you.
Yahweh'+ God's name in Hebrew.
Mine- my.
 Dec 2016
GaryFairy
feeling the heat, i'm hiding from desire
i've spent many nights by that fire
i feel alive by the light of my pathfinder
all of the other fights are minor

i set the sights on a climb ever higher
it becomes my mind's flight decider
widening my heights by trying to be wiser
hoping for my eyes to open wider
 Dec 2016
brandon nagley
Her eye's crochet the sweetest honey taste, from afar i canst touch her face; in only dream state for now.

Though ourn spiritual confections are locked in sky mode, heavenly perfection; myth's to men, reality of the unseen beauty.

Namelings of celestial fountain springs, nubivagant moving and dancing; aye, aye, none tears to cry.

Fears shed like scales, new thoughts, new thinking; eating pomarious delights, the river of life from which comes ourn drinking.

Surrounded, soon shalt we be, where tree's art high as sloping hills, where breath gives life; where life is free.

Impigrity wilt help us as we'll focus on scenes, aloft places believed; to be lost or fabricated.

Though the sights shalt be real,
As ourn latibule wilt be close;
To the field's that bloom yellow,
Wherein the grass is to thy waist,
And thy feet like pillows feel.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedicated
Afar: far away.
Canst:archaic for can.
Outn: our.
Confections: action of mixing or combing something.
Namelings/ persons bearing the same name.
nubivagant: moving throughout or among the clouds.
River of life: literal river that comes out of gods throne in heaven.
pomarious:of or belonging to an orchard or fruit-garden.
impigrity:quickness, speed.
latibule: hiding place.
Wilt: will.
Aloft: overhead.
Thy, is your also thine yours
Thou is you.
Aye: Scottish form means yes
 Dec 2016
Cynthia Jean
paid mercenaries

these are not riots

this violence is all paid for

you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls

you are stirred up pawns

you have been pawns
for a long, long time

voter puppets of the democratic party
not ever expected to think for yourself
so easily used
and manipulated

kept in a different type
of slavery

shaped and honed and fed
like cattle
in a stall

to be used only as
inseminators
(let's create more voters)

not allowed to be fathers
(let's **** the family)
(family?)
( what's that?)

fatherhood
a forgotten trait
only progenitors
raised by generations of women
on the dole
fathers not allowed
in the home

used, used, used
can't
won't
see it!

stirred up in the cauldron of anger

who are the real haters????

???
??? whose lives matter???
???

only those killed and used for media attention

and believe me, they are used by everyone
from the president on down

never waste a good crisis
and
when necessary
create
one

do the large numbers
of
brother killing brother
matter?

and why not?

we don't hear about those numbers
on the nightly news

guess those lives must not matter

do the lives lost
the babies killed
the genocide of planned parenthood
one in every neighborhood
do they matter?

do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?

no one speaks of them

why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?

because brother against brother
and baby genocide
don't matter
to the media

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they all fall in line with Bill Gates
population control
anyway

only the deaths
used for
exploitive
incendiary
political purposes
matter

to the elitists
the George Soros types
and the media

pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=­slaves
pawns=slaves

generations of pawns
whose usefulness
will soon be over
being used one more time
to start all these fires

where will these pawns be
when the fires go out?

who will bother
to pay them
to feed them
then?

their usefulness
to *****'
will be over
then.

I cry for the pawns
for my brothers and sisters
for all the fatherless
children.

a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.

a life is worth so much
a life is worth so
a life is worth
a life is
a life
a
.
.
.
.
.


Cj 2016
 Dec 2016
nivek
Angels follow me around all day
how they must sigh relief
when I finally lay down to *sleep
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