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 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
i.

She is becoming
As she hast ameliorated mine pang's;
Her radiance is chatoyant
She melt's mine thought's, with her dusk black and wet bang's.

ii.

Her bungalow is mine own
Bucolic and historically hidden;
We're passionate in ourn dwelling
The walls brushed with ourn amour', tucked between ceiling's.

iii.

Memorabilia she keepeth
Of her childhood in a small room;
I stareth at her adolescent memory photo's
Thinking God made her on the moon.

iv.

Feeling how blessed I am
With mine Jane, neath her plume's;
Her wing's stretch out, north to south
A defense from demon crew's.

v.

A exemplar to the Almighty architect
The embodiment to all mine livelihood;
She's the road to peace, from west to east
On mine knee's I looketh to her, I kisseth her feet.

For she's mine queen...........



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Dulcet in the title means sweet
 Aug 2015
Tommy Jackson
**** out the wonder
From
Down
Under
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...

They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...

They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...

There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into one's head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...

My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...



Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #2
 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
i've lived a life so tried and wild
i've laughed along and cried in trials
even though my hope's been gone a while
sometimes i try to find a smile

now i abide, and now i'm mild
i roll with the tide and ride it in style
whatever i find is worth my while
sometimes i even find a smile
https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/sometimes
 Aug 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
When he looked,he saw with an eagle's eye
To tell dirt from clean, truth from the lie
When he knew, he wanted every detail
Of information in wholesale, not retail

When he loved, he did it with a passion
For whom he fell was special, not just any person
Whom he treasured,he did like the gold
And when he promised, he promised a world

His embrace was a magical thing of wonder
Which made hearts beat as loud as thunder
In his absence, his mistress' heart grew fonder
And she was the only thing he loved as he did Uganda

When he kissed, he stole her pain and worries
And from the first kiss realized he'd be the one she marries
So much so that in the night like fountains in the stream
He was the constant variation in her every dream  

When he spoke, he whispered probably in fear
Of the world or probably because he was always close to her ear
Yet when he laughed, he gave romance meaning
Besides a strong shoulder worthy of trusting and leaning

He was a thing every lady in the universe wanted
A thought that saved her from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime of impairing loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave her some happiness
 Aug 2015
Tommy Jackson
Space rocking
Rocking and rolling
Guitar strolling
Sell out crowd
Speakers
Bang crack
Loud.
 Aug 2015
Tommy Jackson
My life
Like a lucid dream
I control the nightmares
And battle the screams
My wife is my comfort
My sweetie everything
My wife makes the terrors go
And the rock and roll I play for her
Bleeds.
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Daily I hath cogitation's
Of mine lass with me;
In union matrimony.

ii.

Her torchon lace
Set in place;
Comely to mine suiting.

iii.

To compass us
Divinity;
Comforting serenity.

iv.

No need for memory
She shalt be;
Right next to me.

v.

Concord of
The Philippine's;
And Greece, deeply saccharine.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Thither soon
The harvest Moon;
September, mine month of birth
Me and mine Reyna shalt swoon.

ii.

Asunder the leaves
Through the fall lit tree's;
Me and mine dame
Shalt gyrate the amour that we bleed.

iii.

The moon to be red
Ourn eye's to giveth vision's;
Of me and mine sweet Jane
Making love in celestial kitchen's.

iv.

On the grass
In the sea of thought;
Ourn affection unearhtly
Not to be store bought.

v.

Ourn headdress
Made from peacock quill;
A medicine woman and man
shaman of autochthonous skill.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015
Earl Jane


How to prove my love for you?






Well, it's not that straightforward,





'Cause even FOREVER,



Is not sufficient for it.....





with love <3




© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon <3
 Aug 2015
Tommy Jackson
The older we get
The more knowledge I obtain.
The older I get
The more in tune with myself I am.
The older I get
The more I place bets.
The more comes the debt
Though in aging we don't think of it.
The older we get
Our names are carved in stone
Gravestones soon enough
Though with my wife I'll make my home.
In my ripe years
My fears do
Dissapear.
In the years ahead
I look forward to me and her
Instead.
The older I get
The more satisfied I have become
Knowing I will be better
Tommorrow with my wife
My golden one.
 Aug 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
.
this heart is restless-
made with a stone
this soul is an empty space-
where the stone is preserved
memories are burning ashes-
flying around a circle
wind blows beyond the limit-
but the stone is silent-
even after the random million echoes
..
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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