Amorevolous soulmates, together forever
In the good time's, and the bad;
Boscaresque spirit's, in wedlock eternal.


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

Squash dem
Dats wut I got ta do ta make ma own
Toss dem
Out da windows like dey dids me
Show dem mommas gots a bag
Coppa tone.
Pile dem
Like da two faced deuces dey is.
File dem
Put dem in cabanets
Lock dem up
Wit da otha boyes
Not mens.

...
.
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

I drew ace nine as hold cards
So, as the raises increased at
two hundred dollar increments
I did not mind
I put it in

Then someone went all-in
and
suddenly my hold cards
became
very weak
and I folded

Now lets apply this strategy to the
current situation
Here in the USA

We are in several wars right now that
have bankrupted us
That is what wars do
"war is used to create debt"  ezra pound

World Wars cost us
Korea cost us
'Nam cost us
even the wars that were secret cost us

But, just because we spent trillions of dollars
Does not mean we have to spend trillions more

Your words are rich but your silence is golden
I've lost all faith in what humanity has spoken
You don't know this, but I was chosen
To speak out against society
and it's twisted mentality
Says one thing but means another
Karma is coming, but you'll never see her
She'll smother you with your past mistakes
Do whatever it takes to pay back the heartache
That you caused and all the hurt you dished out
Don't you see it now? There's no doubt,
You're in her sights now
She's aimed at your heart, tearing apart the pain
You claimed to have no control over
Karma's here, can't you see her?
She don't bluff, this ain't Tuesday night poker
Fold this hand, it's weighing heavy on your shoulders
Exposure to the light got you moving slower and slower
It's over, she's beat you down
Might as well leave the table,
Karma don't play around

As poet's we tend to get caught up in ourn own writing
As I canst lieth, I do as well;
Though we must not forget, whilst getting caught up
In reading ourn favorite poet's poetry on here
And writing ourn own,
We must NEVER forget
The unknown poet's here
The ones in the back of the room
The backbone to the poetic world and society
The quiet one's
Who seeketh none fame
Though they art famous
In a quiet way
As tis we must helpeth them
To spread their quiet wing's;
And flyeth on,
And helping another unknown
As the one's known
Helped us....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Mine Jane is mine life
Mine Jane;
Is life.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

I'll show dat boye
Wat momma got to offa him
And he will kno it
Wen I walk into dat door
Baby boye be on da floor.

I slip up
Wen it comes to boye . he make me slip, falle trip
Oh boye

i

Off in the beaten path
An Echelon of secret tribal's;
I pirouetted with them in plumage
Mine queen showed up, just on arrival.

ii

Her timing was perfect
As tis she watched me caper;
Me and mine Reyna's amour'
Like tambourines, shook with ancient shaker's.

iii

Hot coal ember's
Igneous in ourn chest's;
Ourn pulmonary arterie's
Bracketed, by her tribesgirl dress.

iv

We were gladden
Betwixt the wilderness;
Under mango leaves
Jane seduced me, equatorial phene's.

v

Whilst the darkness wore down
And the tribesmen went to sleep;
Me and mine protector
In the dusk, disappeared, into eachother's soul's to keep.



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

For tis
By mine God's stripes I am healed;
For tis
By mine Queen's soul, I am fulfilled.



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