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 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Even in all mine foolishness
And pain I causeth other's,
I just prayeth they canst forgiveth me.......
As tis I'm not perfect by any means...
The human still left in me.!!!
As I knoweth I forgiveth all.,
Just hope one canst forgiveth me of mine idiotic talking
And actions....
For I'm just dealing with burdens of health
And needing,
And wanting,
And fear's of losing the only good in mine life...
For tis I canst looseth it by any means....
For no man is perfect,
Though I'm not the average brute
Nor even an earthling,
I do maketh mistakes
As tis I say,
I do maketh mistakes......  

Yet whilst I maketh those mistakes
I hope only one canst still seeith the good in me that shines!!!
And the amour' that lights this relic soul...

Is unlike any here on earth !!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
I guess in a way
Mine love for another is like larceny......

It sweeps the person out from under their feet
And steal's their breathe from out of their lungs.....
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
God,

Shalt thou taketh me soon?
For there's no room in thy delight for such a pest.
I've done so less,
Yet not mine own best......
In thine created fashions!!!!

For I haveth none more passion for living
Just pills to ****
Lyrics to numb
To be dumbed down in deadened tracks,
Still sinning!!!!

Fate wilt surely break me down
For thy ground is readily fastening this vest!!!

Forgiveth me heavenly one
May I be blessed as these wrongs I stand to roar.....

To unearhtly shores
I will divine into,
No more need's for ties nor shoes
Color's to flutter the palate!!!!!

None more hurt nor malice
Just ancestor's of old to showeth me foretold knowledge!!!

No school nor college to be needed
Not this heart
To be broken

Just a soul plunged and blet!!!!

God taketh me in angelic abyss
For I will not be missed
For this world knoweth not love,
It knoweth me not!!!!!!!

It never wanted to.....
This is old poetry I think written before I went to prison can't remember... Maby written while in prison lol either way older
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Chained
Hanged
To crow's surrounding me to muck river strange....
Tall,
Thin ones,
Strange ones,
Gangs, punks of slum,
Wherein skylight meeteth dusted brilliant haze!!!!!
Fluorescent laughs all passeth to fail,
Leaders bewilder
As none nutrition gets me!!!!!
Quick for skin to only turn pale............
Yellowing eyes,
Tender to their touch
Paintings of spirit's
Underground
Bought with a price...
Yet not for very much.......................
Apple trees cometh and goeth,
This earth hast darkened for me.
None more mid day fun in salted snow
Boats ride by cautiously
Honestly their engines gore of thunder to flame.......
Life vests of survivor's
To daughter's of slaughter
Scorched to catfish slimed stains!!!!!!
Orange sky's,
A smooth ride to all those who climb aboard!!!!!
Waiting to be taken high
And heavenly in the clouds
I shalt meet the lord!!!!!
Prison poetry.......
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Whilst before a judge sentenced one to prison
He was just a boy,
Than whilst coming out of prison
He becameth a man.....

And not by his own making!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation,
Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example.....
A soulful artist,
Who never wanted fame
Nor fortune
Nor eyes to even seeith him....

Though when making it to fames grand stage....
It was the death of him!!!!

As the true poets
Keepeth their masterpiece works
To themselves!!!!

Not seeking wordly fame
As tis so many do today!!!
 Jun 2015
Natalia mushara
Hurtin
I mis Him so much
R.I.p b
 Jun 2015
Nicole Dawn
Maybe if I'm strong enough
I'll break away
From this world

Maybe if I'm thin enough
I'll slip through the cracks
And be free

Maybe if I cut enough
I'll bleed the bad out
And be happy for once

Maybe if I try enough
It will actually be okay
Not fake like now

Maybe if I cry enough
I'll make an ocean of tears
And swim away

*Maybe
Maybe....
 Jun 2015
glenn martin
birthed from the roost above the ground
cooing whoooing shuddering sounds of a flock
holding uniting all in its bold thunder
morning doves serenade awakens to day
holding out the clatter the buzz and were
of industrial chimes
my eye hiding in the shadow of night
to remain in the darkness of sleep all knowing
what awaits the losing of peace in morning time
the harsh noise of man made waste
polluting the mind abruptly canceling
the dreams of the divine...
the reach for meaning a vision that sees mystery
hears the sound held in the cooing nature of doves
living life the primeval nature verses man kind
mature maligned by the noise of industry
power and greed to over whelm
the soft strokes of nature to mature
to be to bring forth the glory of day
in natures life of humans and creatures sharing
the morning air waves my eye hidden
in darkness of soul first light glow
to abound in freedom the being reborn
the nature of time to reveal another great mystery
to remain in the darkness once more
to allow nature to dream with me
to set the motion of true love on its ear
to straddle night to  day
oh great being that is life let me lay
in your celestial comfort starlight of night
all winds cooler apree vestin  Earth
revolves to the east rising into the starlight in day
interrupting this tranquil starry night
the to day of starlight
my eyes piercing and rolling still shuttered
in the time of longing for the peace
that holds my world divine this inner light
and belief that love is a real place
that allows the birthing of joy
a serene moment giving life an up lift
resets the Earth into the starlight of day
to know my being is one in time
with living nature I hide in the darkness
awaiting my faerie tail to swish away
the cobwebs that abound in the night
on the thresh hole of first light a reason
to hold back the noise of man made creation
the serene born from darkness to know the truth
light of living life the joy alive
holding my being in the dream of first light
poetry has captured the uttering within my breast
swelling and rising into the starlight of day
the morning doves cooing bodies shuddering at will
to be heard the first light of day
honored for the love giving hope to surrender...
the old that comes before me the memories of time
starlight life rays that birthed the Earth
all these moments honored
the old comes before the rage of man
its industrial noise to heavy
for the morning light disappears squandered
by greed pushing  pulling at the sun
to conform in its man made realm
to mimic creation...   gjmars  6/25/15
 Jun 2015
nivek
many small voices
may well go unnoticed
at first hearing
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Man madeth robot his queen
And turned queen into a robot!!!!!
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