You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears

I felt a rush of tears
flooding my eyes  
and an unseen force
pushing gold through my veins.
It was then that I realized --
I will be in love with music
for the rest of my life.

Cinnamon and black grey
breaks the summer's doze
the voice gives away
it's sitting somewhere close.

The shade of a mango tree
that rests the wings from sun
breaks the day busy
to a lonely space for one.

In its eyes black bead dark
solitude wears a skin
a sadness makes its mark
of a silent cry within.

It dips beak deep for preens
cleanse that's daily a chore
another day quick spins
shadows are longer more.

i saw a white hart in
a wood,
gorgeous before the
night he stood,
delicate, like a pearl,
wild and untamed,
a graceful flower
of the breeze
where autumn leaves
drowned their
sorrows in mossy
streams,
as surreal as stars
melting their blue
in september seas.

Take each day, just like a step
Carefully placing one foot then the next
Watching closely, all the words
Hearing hidden meanings behind all the verbs

Chocolate mint lullabies
And vanilla streams
The sweetness that used to coat
All my childish dreams

Staying clean, its a messy affair
Watch the explosions they fly everywhere
Shards of broken loves, they stick into mine
Injecting the broken fears that causes decline

i.

Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****.

ii.

Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.

iii.

Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?

iv.

Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.

v.

Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;

The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication

where the breeze blows
more softly than
a river flowing to the sea,
where my heart hums
its strangest melodies.

the night frosted in silver,
shadows and moons,
iron ghosts stretching
into the darkness,
unravelling the song
of the tide.