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 May 2015
brandon nagley
A bouquet hung in afterhour pantry,
A bell to ring the starved noise,
Two spirit's gathering extraterrestrial information,
A stairway chalked by toys!!!

A damp moistness to bleed out ourn Laugh's,
No docteretic sources,
Just serene gleams of minds alike inbathed!!!

Abundance of sizziling swelter,
Bogged heavy in due rain heat,
A voisterous composition,
The crow polishes ourn two's feet!!

I tasteth her plum need,
She gravels our toes,
Fulminations children breed,
In translucent clear clothes!!!

We wither in feathered juiciness,
Where fences are none to find,
Wherein camera's we make to shiver,
We break back's on massage oil chyme!

She reaches over to take mine fears,
She maketh me a warmsome bed,
Different valley's in singular astronomical view,
Both alive, yet so dead!!

Ourn peritonium's hunch in closer,
As ourn cartilage gets renaissance,
Were two alike, a Shakespherian Poe poster,
A darkness and light of Dupont!!!

Puzzles with missing pieces,
Though we ourn selves fill the gaps,
Where none can enter between us,
For ourn chapters are ammophilously wrapped!!!
 May 2015
brandon nagley
In mine time of tears,
                                      She lent me her hair as a sponge,

Yet it was too impeccable to currupt!!!

                                      So i gaveth her mine hand instead!!!

And those tears dried instantaneously!!!!
 May 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
My trust was the knife
You used to stab me in the back
But all in all I wish you goodluck
 May 2015
brandon nagley
Happy art thou who tradeth machinery for flesh lovers,
Happy art thou who push out technology for thine sisters and brothers!!!

Happy art thou who turn in gun's for roses,
Happy art thou who follow thy prophets, Abraham,Issac, Jacob,
Moses!!

Happy art thou who exchange war for true peace,
From west unto east shall thy binding's be treat's!!!

Happy art thou who give hugs and unforgiving kisses,
Happy art thou who miss someone, for I seek mine own Mrs!!

Happy art thou who travel carriageway,train,car, or van,
Happy art thou bikers who as free spirits ride the sands!!!

Happy art thou mother's who bear sacred children,
Happy art thou father's who giveth thy son's new buildings!!

Happy art thou man and wife to giveth thy other half thy self,
Happy art thou lovers,seekers,romantics ,went through heaven and hell!!!

Happy art thou lonlie's as' me
Us lonlies fly in the breeze,
Yet we are the ones at the top of the world's hill watching,
Watching,
Watching,

Afar off in the distance,

Waiting for god to take us home where we belong!!
 May 2015
Mercy B
I know not what I must do to rid my mind of this endless
silence

Make it rain
To rid my pain


Lighting fills the night sky to shield the world from my echoing cries.

*Make it rain
To rid my pain
Inspired by my most adored artist Ed Sheeran
 May 2015
Mercy B
Branches stretched towards the heavens
Whipping in the wind remaining strong and tall.

Her leaves like tiny rays of hope
Glisten in the sunlight as they gently fall.

A labyrinth of twisted roots
Hidden deep beneath the tear stained earth.

She casts a shadow on a world
Which sadly has yet to see her worth.

Long has she waited for the storm to end
Alone and still her spirit remains free.

Willing to give someone her everything
For she is the giving tree
Inspired by Silverstien
The giving tree my first taste of poetry
 May 2015
Mercy B
An outcast battered
From the brutality the lonesome world has shown.

Shunned for non-compliance
Never fitting into all that is said to be known.

Her mind rambles
Constantly yet remains silent, for she is mute.

Failing to see
Her own relevance fuled by the inability to follow suit.
 May 2015
brandon nagley
I'll ride her hair strand's to be the cosmic waves,

                                           As her eye's as stars will light mine way!!!
 May 2015
brandon nagley
I knoweth I've met her in another life,
I knoweth I met her and all was right,

Tis I say, tis I do say!!

I knoweth Ive met her in another time,
She lingers somewhere between this mind!!

Tis I say, and tis I know!!

I think she's here,
But where oh where?

Tis I look, tis I ponder!!

Maby its all a dream,
No heavengate fountain, no true queen!!

Tis I weep, tis this soul doth weep!!!
 May 2015
brandon nagley
I hear the thunder roarin' in,
No literally there's a storm on the horizon!

                                 Hope it sweeps me to heaven!!
 May 2015
Chris
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As I count crows
sitting on the drooping clothesline,
I see a shape in the distance
that I do not recognize
I move a little closer
but the maples sling a sad shade
and the lawn flashes its blades,
cutting directly to the heart
in syncopated beatings
like chopping wood in the heat of August
when the last saw
is locked away in the shed

Still I look,
peering beyond a fractured arbor
of beer bottle skeletons situated at the far corner
of nowhere’s homestead,
over off-white pickets and a rusted gate
now overgrown and oversown
in rows of corn field miseries,
shucked and burned in a steel barrel
down where the Mud Creek Minstrels
play cracked violas with stretched strings
in bent tuba concertos

When I realize it is you...coming home to me,
walking through brilliant sunflowers,
an effervescent blue sky background glows,
roses bloom in dazzling pinks and yellows,
robins tend to their young beneath a rainbow of blessings
in assorted hues and feathers,
butterflies now dance upon sweet fragrance simmerings
and what was once a dream that had slowly disintegrated
into a wasteland littered of heartache and despair
vanishies before my tearing eyes
as I run towards you in the bright sunshine
that has returned…once again
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