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 Dec 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
Is fed up of you dominating my stories and rhymes
what they don't know is they've heard nothing yet
and I feel foolish at times
but you are a theme I can't forget
 Dec 2016
Max Vale
My world is a circle wrapped by your love,
You bring to peace like a gentle white dove,
Your heart is glowing and radiant as can be,
Whenever I see you i feel full of glee.
It like I'm being set free.

So why not bring your happiness to the world?
Why does it have to only exist in my dreamworld?
 Dec 2016
Anna Starr
and now
i'm stuck
i'm stuck
i'm stuck
i'm stuck
i'm stuck

in the cycle of you -
doomed to repeat
until i find the strength
to let you go.
 Dec 2016
zebra
the ***** ghost
comes to those who have suffered long
the agony of torrid loves hunger
he is a savior that needs to be saved
a glittering pageant of ****** despair
his color sapphire
a weeping shell
a dark cloud of smoldering ash
that never burns out
he is heat and light
he can smell the musk between your legs
taste tears of want
as if they are his own
his ****
bursting like trees
bludgeon hard, substanceless
no you can't put your finger on it
your heart
a weeping furnace

your parched mouth dire
is his
the emptiness between your legs
is his
he comes to you a vacant smudge
then,
white attendant with black eyed gems
be not afraid
he was lost in life
a moralist
who could not find Jacobs ladder
nor free him self of false boundaries
set upon him by the good people
their minds spider bites and corpses
who imagined a god
who loved them by decrees
of thou shalt not not not
and did not know
that flesh needs flesh
and only human love could save him

then to the grave,
just a ***** ghost theory
to the living
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias  
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again  you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
 Dec 2016
brandon nagley
Even in mine worries,
        Angst, despair,
                    Don't worry mine Jane;

Mine love is right here.


Even in mine trial's;
          Tribulations I face.

With thee,
       Right next to me;
                There's a smile on
                              Mine face.

Though the sand may
    Be crumbling, and
          The castle's slide to the sea;
                
  There's the beauty of me
                  Having, thou that
                  Set's me free.

Though mine flesh
   And heart mayest fail,
      And the cloud's shalt roll around;

Mine soul is at ease
          With thee mine queen;
           With thy voice I float
           Off the ground.
                  
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Angst- a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
Mine- means my.
Mayest- may.
 Dec 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where thy purple rose shalt be;
Where thy flower bed wilt hath many roses, where thy breathe
Shalt Never cease.

ii.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where hue's and tints hath life;
Thy husband wilt be with thee,
Guiding thee into God's light.

iii.


Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where petals never fall,
Where the angels sing, their voices ring, bouncing to and fro the pearly gates; painting melodies in the spirit form, colliding back to temple walls.

iv.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
With a palace for a queen;
The queen is thou, window's thou canst look out; where glass is clear, as there's no fear, inside thy garden
Of majestic scenes.

v.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Tha sas xanadó;
That's to say, I'll seest thee again soon one day, in thy secret garden,
Where thy love wilt always grow.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Rita Mae nagley dedicated( golden grams) rip grams, I'll meet you at your new heavenly mansion in your secret garden.
This poem is dedicated to my grandma nagley, my dad's mother who passed away yesterday around little after one something in the afternoon. Though Rita Mae nagley passed away she passed away at home with my aunt there and I'm glad I saw her days before her death with my mom and dad. Hospice was giving her 2 weeks two a month to live just days ago. Though as a Christian I know as others doctors and nurses have no idea when anyone shall pass. Just as when many get sick, or may have cancer a doctor says you have so and so left. My god can do all things even heal those who think they have weeks or months left to live. God gives us miracles. And I'm not in that much sorrow from my grandma nagleys passing. Why? Because she accepted Christ as her savior years ago as did my grandpa nagley who died when I was five in 1993 from smoking cancer to the lungs. I know where my grandma's at
Unlike sadly many others who don't know where their loved ones are at. My pastor made a good point a while back in a sermon. He spoke on all the funerals he's done. He said if he noticed all the times going to hospitals, how angry, broke down many would be in the hospitals seeing their loved ones pass as if was the end. And he noticed a difference with those families who knew their loved ones accepted Christ. Christians don't fear where their loved ones go we know there in heaven. Christ told us in John chapter 14 not including all many other verses of heaven in the Bible and it's description ( John 14-
1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

My grandma is reunited with my grandpa now as surely grandpa has waited for her for years .. to my golden grams, ya sas( that's goodbye in Greek,) reason I titled this ( in your secret garden) I remember months back even though grandma was going through a bad phase of dementia my aunt didn't want my grandma to leave the house. I knew that wasn't my grandma. She was a free bird that had her own mind/soul and spirit. Nothing could lock her in a cage . Not in her mind, not in any way . My aunt told me one day to see out the back window in the kitchen, grandmas little garden. It was one rose grandma specifically loved with beautiful bricks surrounding the one rose standing high above all other greenery. Grandma heard my aunt from the living room speaking about her rose, grandma came in the kitchen, looked at me looked out the window she said with big eyes, you wanna see it?? You wanna ? Nodding her head in anxiousness. There was one purple rose my grandma adored in the back yard she wanted to see it. So I took her in the living room while my aunt and dad were in the basement. My aunt told me before earlier( don't take grandma outside, don't want her falling down the steps, understanding. Though I knew Grandma wanted to see it. So I helped golden grams get her shoes on as she used to help me as a child, so I thought I should be helping my grandmother now after all she's done for me and everyone as a kid . I got her shoes on her feet, for a moment I felt like a parent. Though nothing felt wrong I knew it was alright and a beautiful moment. I took grandma by the hand took her outside down the steps out the front door to back behind the house. And she got to see her purple rose only feet away from her. Seeing the look on her face a memory to keep. Knowing how much it meant to her to see her one tall purple rose. And now grams, you have all the purple roses plus more in the heavenly kingdom.
Ya sas for now golden grams . Ya sas means goodbye in Greek. But ta léme sýntoma which pronounced ( tha leme syntoma) is  see you soon. My grandmother has much Greek in her as Dads side does. Rip golden grams.
Word meanings below-
Sto mystikó kípo sas ( in your secret garden). Greek tongue.
Thy- your.
Wilt- will.
Hath- have.
Thee- you, thou means( you) as well.
To And fro- in a constant movement backward and forward or from side to side.
Canst- can.
Tha sas xanadó- I'll see you again( Greek tongue.
Seest-see .
 Dec 2016
Alyssa Underwood
Only One
can bear the
monstrosity
of our hearts'
defects and
devotion
~~~

"'Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.'"
~ Matthew 11:28-30

"My soul finds rest in God alone;
    my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I will never be shaken...
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him...
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
    pour out your hearts to Him,
    for God is our refuge."
~ Psalm 62:1-2,5,8

"Cast all your anxiety on Him
because He cares for you."
~ 1 Peter 5:7

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'epic' version:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2513178/a-weight-on-each-shoulder/

~~~
 Dec 2016
Rainey Birthwright
.
When I fell, from you,
Into loves' violet eye,
Sea spray in my ears,
I was on the strands,
By the creeping seas.

Sky called, a tannoy,
Screed from seabirds
And the sands sunken,
Tapered me by footfall,
Such recurring dreams,

Air howling our names,
The horizon lit in flame,
We were twined in kelp
And arms rail embrace
On strands where I fell.
 Dec 2016
Jellyfish
this night is over
i'm all tired out
remember when I say
everything's okay,
d*on't let them bring you down
because tomorrow is another day
and things will turn around.
 Nov 2016
Alyssa Underwood
"We can't afford to be wrong on this issue."  
~ Francis Chan

With holy anguish hearts are crying
through feeble language urgently trying
to summon the sleeping now to wake
for souls' eternities are at stake
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~~~
 Nov 2016
Christina Philipe
Under the starry nights I wonder...

How it would be to fall asleep in the warmth of your embrace and wake up with that smile of yours...

If you feel my goodnight kisses every time I dream about you...

Where are you when I need you?

In the middle of all this fog, I seek from you, to steel one kiss or two, but you leave me... swimming in a bitter freedom...
 Nov 2016
Christina Philipe


I wish I could live within you...
I wish I could invade your mind...
I don't know how to make you love me...
I don't know how to earn your time...


© Christina Philipe
 Nov 2016
i s a b e l l a
When you tell people you feel empty
they imagine a lack of feeling
but I feel so much
heaviness in my heart
like an anchor is weighing it down
and I feel every color in the sky
and how it's too much to handle
unless it matches my mood
and I feel every second of the day
and how it slows down to mock me
and I feel every laugh
and question why it takes so much out of me
to do a simple task
as being happy
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