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 Jul 2015
Tommy Jackson
A pen on the shelf
A laptop for the head
And a padlette for good reads
 Jul 2015
Tommy Jackson
To my wife of ten long beautiful years
We've dug the dirt
And shed some tears
But me and her have overcome fears
When I can spend hundreds more years
Just being with the woman of my plans
She's made me see
And made me be
A far and yet way better better man
To you young people who love, never give up on it wether it is someone who's far away or close by, because we must give all of ourselves for our wife's husbands so on if we truly do love another, I almost lost my wife after five years into marriage because I didint wanna give her what she wanted, simple demands. If we learn to give lover what they want we learn to be more at peace to. And if they always give us what we need we shouldn't be so selfish anyways that will just make us loose them or almost do I have learned
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Everyone wants to have
The look of the poet
Yet noone these day's,
Wants to be real poet's....
Everyone wants to be a rock star
Or movie star.
Or even an athlete.....
But the poet,
Is one not of this world...
A poet
Is one unearhtly
Celestial in his way's.....
A poet doesn't follow the paths of this world......
The poet followeth his soul,
Which cometh from God....
And no rock star
Or athlete,
Couldst match up to that....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
Tommy Jackson
Cloning elephant's and clicking her heels
She was somewhere as a fantasy
When I was younger:
She was here for a purpose
 Jul 2015
Tommy Jackson
Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing

Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count

Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True love does NOT have an ending!

Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy
To my wife Sasha we've been married ten years now and for you young people out there who love someone I can tell you this one truth and fact, love isn't just telling the ones we love that we love them. We have to really give our whole selves to that other not just pieces because when we do that it's like showing them we don't care or even love them and love isn't selfish love is giving all ourselves to him or her like I do for my woman Sasha . so for new people who are or aren't with one you love. If you want them fully to see your love we have to show them because I used to just show words well Sasha wasn't happy because that isn't love . sometimes we gotta step out of our comfort Zones that is love
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
How is it i die daily? Not a bad dying experience. . . . . .Just daily, in deaths dark and lonesome tunnel. . . . . .this all powerful commandment of god and holy reina angel cometh to greet me at the end, where theres a pinpoint of light. And god fashioned this reina in spanish attire for the night. . . Tis i get excite daily. . .because i knoweth tis mine reina spanish angel. . . .wilt always protect me. . . .she goeth by the seraphim name. . ..(Elsa Angelica) moonstruck queen. . . .
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
. . . . .nothing
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
I don't write of amare
Out of boredom or dying thought's
I write for mine mi amour'
Because it's mine heart she hath got.

I don't write of amour'
Out of lonesomeness or to get attention
I write out mine souls truth
Because I loveth a godly invention...

I writeth for mine ELSA
Because that's where love taketh us...
I writeth for mine ELSA
Because it's her who to me is a must.

I writeth for mine ELSA
Because many ages for her I hadst to wait...
I got lost from her before
Yet met her at heaven's gate...

I writeth to mine soulmate
Because she's all to me,
And though tis she canst seeith it all right now...
Trust me, I do see....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
 Jul 2015
Willard Wells
Standing at water's edge
As the sea laps at my feet.

Beauty reaching my soul
As the tranquility

Washes over my body
Like a wave

I am at Peace
 Jul 2015
SøułSurvivør
Rain falls
behind her eyes

misting her world
the color of asphalt and
wet granite

not a single

tear

falls



Soul Survivor
I saw a photograph in Life magazine.
It was of a woman who was displaced from
Oklahoma during the 1930's.
She and her family were homeless.
Not a tear was in her eye.
She was too numb to cry another tear.
She was done crying.

This is for all the women out there
who suffer in silence.
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