Not sat on the window sill where he normally resides
I look in the garden to see where he hides

Conspicuous by his absence I have a feeling of woe
All ready for work should I stay or go

Cats are not slaves to tables of time
When I get home tonight everything will be fine

I hurry home from work slave to the cause
Hoping to hear the patter of tiny cat paws

My window sill empty I now wonder why
My heart missed a beat and I wanted to cry

We'll not think of maybes if buts or sorrow
*I'm sure he'll be home for breakfast tomorrow

Cat eyes,
Diamond in the haze.
Once to man a slave,
Now a slave to thyself.
Your dew doth melt,
As on a poster you should be!
Thine scars so repulsive to others,
Though so beautiful to me.
Don't you know? Thy sins can be forgiven?
Everyday a thanksgiving, with gratitude to pap you!
No remorse to snapcrack you, just rubies to wear your neck.
Cat eyes, Goshen mind, for whence dareth thou roam?
In this bedroom of incense and sage I light for ones such presence.

Travel the deserted mountains?
That I will!
Travel the emptied fountains,
To get mine queens fill.
Travel to ghetto's and dark Alley's,
I must..
Travel to hell and back and purgatory,
Crawl through the dust!
Travel the bane quarters, through shallow wiss,
I shalt,
Travel the churches, mosques and temples?
A holy one I please!
Broken legs, and blistered arms,
I'll do it hence I'll bleedeth ...
Travel through impassible reticent,
No holding all back..
Travel to countries foreign,
To mansions and sleek tidy shacks!
Travel to her home, where ever she may be?
Oh I'm dreaming, tis I'll travel back to me!!!

I met a girl,
As the whole time I was trying to show her the way to heaven!!!
She laughed soo eagerly with a sapphire for a smile,

At the quick flashed moment,
I had realized,

I was standing at heavens entranceway all along!!!!!

Epizoons come by trillion man armies,
Flies prey around me, as leaches they take mine best.
Such distress!

Episodes I see daily of young lovers who march,eating fast food and starch, yet their eyes are to busy feasting the neighbor next door!

Cuppy lips I want to drag me under, to annilate this every structure, buttons snapped off, clothes are ripped to all passion!
Sensual reactions...

Connatural baseburners, needers and groaners, dialect between to unearthly cheribums..
Basilica of fun!!!!!!!!!!

An alt altocumulous, hyper by ourn own hydrous hose,
Unclothed....

Lacuna's we shall upheave, we shall grown to thine own beats, and tribalize to ourn own submission...

Leaguer's of our own team
Players to the game of purest ******* wholesale!!!!
A warden to make mine bail.../

A gelatin to mold in,
To ease away in our bath soaked togetherness....

(Standing at the pearly gates)
God- yes? You get one question son..
Me- are their any other hopeless romantics as me inside here your holiness?

(where) by me..Where is that special warming touch? That breed to see and succeed, the love i yearn soo much. Where is that warming? The fiery burning one feels to be completed in their soothing soul, no more searching, no darkness lurking, just a king and a queen of stories old. Where is that home filled with incense lathered aroma, bones to be warmed during rain and stormy dreading nights. Where is the caring? the sharing no disasters of hateful freight.. Where is the lighted tunnel to **** me on in, where whimsical sins go away in a moments flash..when will the pain relieve and blowing in the trees overcome to one breathe at last...Where is the blanket to cover this old ancient of structures where gaulking is adventure on mountaintop sealed ruins..Where is that Love everyone writes of in girly magazines.....?

Where is that lover in the black dress? One not of worldly dispair, one of makeup made from queen like caress.
Where is the string player? The dream slayer amongst devils of men, beyond cremation of friend's. For words art just meaning's of all seeming realities of cape fear! No desires ever met, for this one truest of death surely draweth near.
Like liquid to the needle, like wings on the Beatle, air conditioned rooms made from doom, I bleed out prophetic tears!!!
Images of ashy mascara currupts human time, queen of black, sits on back cracking fingers in glue like slime!!!
An actualiser, say adieu to morning glory faces. Painted on places to canvasses of darkened boutique....
The administrator,a navigator gather all on cloudish cobblestoned paths, much more than an assembly....
Babiche laces rambling to the dark souled queens Victorian skin!!!!
Axer thy taste towards her, the one owned by no one!!!! The one adored...

She whistles to heartbrakes destruction...... ( la,LA,LA,LA....she's the only one awake amongst those who snore....


©Brandon Nagley
©Prison poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Xenophilias most beautiful attributes, where countries become as one, wunderkinds where thunder shines, vivid heroes of hot day's sun!
Will-call merchandise traded for disregard, where tags are hung on branches, as newly weds drive old cars! Licensures practice giveaways freely. Are we suckered into believing old wives tales? Lidocaine pick up lines to be accustomed to man to Man life tables!
Lieutenancies so vacantly are closed to high file cases, where concentrated faces smile!!! Young daughters are made for ruin while the cruel oil stays piled!!!
Maturate littlest of seeds, where gokers cook to perfections... Prospire of direction where the arrows pointing down.
Mazarine eyes, a chancer of fairest lies, I miss the caressing of the small talk you lay on me lover!!!!sister,sister are you of your own brother?

Mothers and fathers/ by me.. Mother and dads did you not get attention? Starved and craved your high fixtures to much? Nothing's enough!
For you have little kings and queens who study your every move! For you shall be them, they as you!!
Both walking blindly to the materialism in front of you, how hard shall it be to show kin fullest respects! Get yourself in check!!!
Young girls seek for daddies, boys pass by in caddis, fixated on **** life!!!Not right!!!
Did we forget the next in line of blood? Where money can't buy love and Chemical pills will not ****** happiness! Sinful craftiness..
Mothers take your little one by her hand! Father show your son the ten commands, and lead them the right way! You went asstray!!!! Forgetting the own skin coat you've created.

Tyrent minds beautifully engraved to street sign metal, purified pedals glow to tunnels only angels see.. Try and believe we are what we need when the clouds come swinging in, storms to grins and awakenings of whats new. Sins come with clues when the gas stations empty, lost believer, cross deceiver your mind is full and plenty..Sunglass highway take those fashionists to their old clubs, where girls turn to thugs with tattoos of fiercesome fright, dogs howl at moons baboons turn to, while leather is skin blood tight. volunteers in kitchens where heat is a hundred degrees, ones on knees just to make a cheap buck, beggers cant be givers when sinners are bigger than your orriginal drug bust.. Talented shakespherean, master's invitation given to only those who fit. have you won your prize, one with soft baby eyes your stuck to wordly grips.... Heavenly hips ive yet to find, where one turns boys to men and devils to false ends where captivation leaves your fantasies behind..What signs will one plot? wheres one is to hot to satisfy you every need..You candy you treat how sensual are we these days...How sensual is your memory...........Title- Candy lane... By meself :))))

(Secret lovers) By meself.. secret devotions, titled emotion sweeps the dusted lands.. Secrets turned to openness,false lovers have strong demands. Fashion glasses and technology to hide the child inner face, the inner place is no longer in their hearts, yet their pocket books. Unswept crannies and nooks to unmask young romancers graves, where if you turn the page your conquest would not be seen..Two lovers one dream can they entrust all to eachother, sister and brother how thyselves you soon forgot.. The kettled *** boils to free those worldly slaves, where none behave. For god calls us all to an enlightening where the invitings for you and me not them..Forget your soo called friends for they make you stools of what was, all because fake words turned reality..For they believe as they please, their hearts are lusted, theyve spoiled their seed.. Open your eyes new age 60s generation, where **** and ******* are now your wicked god..You fashionistas you comfortable slobs...How lost you have become in fornications, where the world is your heaven, your divided nations are bound to fall sometime soon....

(The abducing of the soul) By meself..  The abradant Heartache soo strongly felt, The pillars do melt , for they feel the abstinence thats needed. Choked, and bleeded out, Searched, lost found.Only for many to doubt..Yet its right in front of us friends, The metal ink pen spells out all on graffitied walls..Emptied stalls, where strangers do strange things..The bite of the sting makes many feel safe..Such Bemauling of faces, all races displaced. They follow what man has to offer, A downfall of bellmetal cans, They wear them, they compare them, as what they wish for comes to its end.. Books and books stacked upon mammals knowledge only to lose themselves..Can they not see, the belonging and needs that they desire are all right beside..No need for reasoning, No need to hide, for they must discover at their own will..Yet time runs short, the bountiful courts close as Mid til noon.. Blackhearted faters are doomed, For they sought the wrong theories, No coadjusting spiritually, For what they lost was foresight..The souls in all freight as  dram~shops stay loose, The dragon seeks who he may desire, Hes suited in fashionable Boots.. No gantry to protect the most wonderful hearts, For they keep on looking for what the world destroys..Young girls and boy's why do you seek in emptied chests? Give god your all, Hear his call, For what you will find will not be Pleasureable..But will bring you back to the beginning, where the treasure was all along...Seek and you will not find..But SEE and your eyes will Not be blind.....