My self born of soil
Pulled
Falling backward
To the earth   
My fat grows
My ****** is wet
My mind is empty
I am one with black humus and dust
Kingdom of my
This strange eyes
What they are doing?
Always growing, looking up
Thoughts like blossoms
Angels of the grass
What they are searching for?
Hope?

Happy soil
Seeing Him
Lost the chance
(Again and again)
Everything was open
Burning
Sky
Sun transformed
Thoughts

I care far less
About what people think of me
And far more
About what I think of myself.

O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication

I think the silent write.
I can't get out a sentence without stuttering
or sounding like a complete idiot.
I can go over a sentence 12 times in my head
but when it comes to saying it,
I am not capable.
but I can put a pen to a piece of paper
and write you a story.
I write because I cannot speak.

May Christ transform your Love and Life into something beautiful.,
May Christ use your Lives to reveal His Hope to this lost world here.
May His blessings be use as a even Greater blessings to other people.
May His Light shine Glowingly through you revealing Him in you.
May the Sunrise and Sunset beauty be dull in comparison  your life.
May many come to know Him the True God and Savior Jesus Christ.
May we all whom see the truth and been blessed by Him the Christ.
Reveal our thankfulness, to Him whom spoke our lives into existence.
For without Him there would be no purpose to live because only He can save us.

A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood

He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard




"In His Land of Dreams"

You have to feel the hurt
cos it's the only way to know
if you can love someone
despite the pain

You have to feel the loss
cos it's the only way to know
if you can be with anyone
despite the desolation

You have to feel the betrayal
cos it's the only way to know
if you can trust someone
despite the lies

You have to feel everything
cos it's the only way to know
if you can continue
despite them

- J. L

it starts to grow cold
night unwraps stars
and amber moons,
the stream sings
with its silver-throated joys
and dreams of the skies
with their beautiful
dark
sorrows.

you were the last
bird of summer

the golds of the
sun melted as you flew

wrapped to an oak-washed
sky, that slowly unravelled

you were my love
and i loved you with every

soft breath of my soul.

I'm coming from afar
I tell the woman
the last time I came
I could walk straight to the river
now monsoon mud has made a mess
can only glimpse the river's face
is there still a way on dry feet?

She raises her eyes
no way she says
it's all shrub and slush
but you can have a look at my garden
pomelo and papaya,
gourd and green banana,

I haggle over price
wouldn't settle for less than a bargain

she smiles all the way
succumbs with ease
for the take a bag too she gives.

As I leave her on the falling day
I feel no loss
not finding the river's way.