it was a hundred miles away
from my thoughts to your soul
it was as cold as december
where should i possibly
go?
if
it's
a dream
or a fantasy
or could it be
real?

i
tried
to
wake up
on my own feet
but
i
feel so heavy
my mind
is as blank
as a paper
without
written back from your
thoughts.
It is kind of a mess, sometimes.
it doesn't follow
patterns nor rules to crash.
i was hoping
till late at night
that you'll remember me
perhaps,
will
you
think
of
me?

I believe
In the shameless love of this life;
Not in a previous or afterlife.
I don't believe
In reincarnation, transmigration
Ascension or decesnsion.
And all the sepulchres concur.

I believe in Christ,
Not Christianity or Protestantism.

I believe in Muhammad,
Not Islam
(And this list goes on).

I don't believe in banshees,
Astral projection or any OBE.
I don't believe in gnomes or trolls,
Elves, sprites and witches,
Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven or Hell.
And I believe
I won't be disappointed.

I believe in politics,
Not politicians.

I believe in the Arts
(All of them),
And humanity,
And You,
The healers and teachers.

Oh Spirit,
Where is it?
I don't believe hovering souls
Listen to eulogies.
I don't believe in death-bed conversions
Just because...

I believe in a living consciousness,
For
I Am That I Am,
And that's what I am.

I will not go gently,
For I know,
There's nothing
To worry about.

They say it is highly paying to keep calm
That she's gracefully walking my way
That someday love will surely come
To shed light of joy upon my desolate soul and to stay

They tell me to keep my eyes on the look out
They tell me it might come like a bird from the blue sky
And steal loneliness and hurt something I highly doubt
That someday drunken in romance I'll sigh

They say the walk of love is that of a hunting lion
Treading softly not to ***** its absorbed prey
That It's worth the wait as love renders a shoulder to cry on
**** hopeless but a thing for which I still pray

It isn't what they say but what I know that keeps me strong
I know I'll slap love when she's finally here for taking so long

If a man
Strikes his animal's and abuses them,
Well,
That shouldst showeth the horrible DARKNESS.....
Of what he's doing,
To his son
Wife,
Daughter
And others around him.......
His disgusting actions given to his animal's
Shouldst probably be a sign to look a little closer,
At his family......
As tis I mineself
( not speaking for others) who wouldst forgiveth this man.....
Though I'd also be the one,
To rescue his family.......
And it sickens me to think,
A human being canst defend theirselves
Whilst a pup or kitten canst NOT............
We were sent here to protect ourn animal's
And one another as beings....
Not abuse
******
****
And destroy them...
It only hurts thine own soul,




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry...

Bugle call in cadence be
spread your deep sincerity

Reverberate its call
within our minds
of good deeds done
for better times

Heroes of every walk of life
remembered by bugle sounds
into vesper night
It's sounding love of mankind
and sacrifice
About everyday people
like you and me
About brass sounds that triumph liberty
It's sounding our land, not laid bare,
by the right to speak
It's sounding about lives laid down
that freedoms seek
And through that bugle call we see
in taps that sound great dignity

We must fight
not to relinquish
our hard earned truth
in bugle calls of our youth

Now i lay my bugle
down to sleep
And still i hear that
sound
that haunting sound
forever be
that ushers forth
our dignity