Have you wanted to have something, that you knew you could not have.
Have you ever realize that the second most important thing is wrong.
While the most important thing is the relationship with God.
While he is telling you that you need to stay single here focus.
Focus on what before you the relationship with him my God.
Because if you do get married then part of your focus will be on her.
Probably even causing problems with your purpose here and now.
So just focusing on him and trusting that he shall help you too.
I choose my Savior over everything , for his will in my life be reality.
For none other can give me what he gives me true Salvation.

What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou living in pleasure's;
Or materials.

What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou wearing a mask;
Putting on a good smile, screaming inside.

What doth thou doeth in thine spare time?
Doth thou hurt other's;
Taketh to never giveth, getting rich off poor and blind?

What doth thou feeleth dear friend?
Doth thou not realize, wordly pleasure's only last a second;
Until thine end.

What doth thou heareth O man?
The music to loud on thine speaker's;
Blocking out God whilst thou canst?

What art thou drinking oh brother?
Alcohol to dilute thee;
A well from God floweth much better.

Wherein is thine wife O mate?
O thou art not at thine abode;
Cheating again, with a hot date.

Wherein doth thou investeth thine time?
Material's that dissapear, putting loot into stock's and shares;
Loosing thine wordly mind?

Wherein art thy children?
Left all by their self, thy wife not getting help;
Whilst thou hath put them on the dusty shelf.

Doth thou even knoweth where thou art going?
When thine heart's pulse stoppeth;
There's a heaven and hell, beast's in cell's, where thy skin fryeth.

Doth thou taketh thing's for granted?
Living today as if there's another;
Forgot thy sister and brother's, as art purpose here is love.

Didst thou knoweth?
Thine sin's canst be forgiven, with the last day's to thee given;
Wilt thou except the creator's grace? Or turneth away?




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Like an Oriental statue
She sit's upon a volcano;
As her beauty errupt's........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

the
journey of history
the
time fabric
that
binds
and
weaves
the
struggles of mankind

As I've learned
God replaces the things that aren't good for ourn lives
And replàces those thing's
With the good....
To his purpose, all things work good for him
As for all of us as well....
As tis human's want thing's on their time
On their schedule
On their wishes
And wantonness;
As tis even In the bad
God removeth thing's not healthy for us
And replaces the thing's unhealthy
With medicine that healeth us.....
As God's medicine
Never faileth me...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

•
                                                               ­           I called out for a king,








    .........You came to me,







                                                 And rescued my heart.





                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

The black dog is on my doorstep, he insists that he needs a drink.
Footprints are already impounded on all followed pavements.
The cake is poisoned with the stories of the greater mans word.
Eat it and your fate is within their wrist flicking reach.
End results and the finishings of situations
Are already determined beyond personal effect.
How many men are in your army? How many would have my back?

There is a man on a chair holding the club of master dimensions
I can see how he wants to play with my intents.
They force the doors shut blocking a sky that is taught to be blue
So we miss that it was turning green through foreign effects.

The black dog is on the doorstep, he insists that he needs some help
I stand on the zipline, looking over the city and the laid out maps.
If I was to say the sky was blue,
My hand you would shake and praise intellect.
If the same sky was deemed to be green,
Soldiers would be notified to create laws to control the insanity paradox.

The same man on the chair, dictates with a definitive howl,
I can see there is no room for small whistles or whispers.
The slammed door will not open despite my best efforts.
There is no way when there is one of me pushing one way and ten men pushing back.

•

When I say I love you,



                                                        ­ I mean it all....



                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

•

Distance does matter,

                        When it comes to worldly relationships.




                                    But it doesn't matter at all,

                                  When it is a God-centered one.





As long as you connect each other to God,

  
                                  Then He will concatenate and secure,

                    Your hearts and souls together,



And He will surely,

          Give you miracles,

                      That'll show and prove you,




                                                       ­                    How He will find a way,

That you both will be together.



                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© あある じぇえん

We dieth another day
Just to liveth tommorrow.......





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

even though they hurt
they refuse the hand of the father
rolling around in dirt
then bathing in rusty water