i.

Without her I
Am naught;
With her
I am all.

ii.

Without her I
Am lost;
With her
I am found.

iii.

Without her I
Am in mine grave;
With her, I am free
Not a slave.

iv.

Without her I
Am in peril;
With her
I canst seeith, speaketh, breatheth, liveth on her holy water.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

Assonance

I knoweth
Mine amour is mine soulmate;
When I feeleth at home, she is mine home.



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

memories
i keep in old mexican scrapbooks.

like dead leaves they fall
to the scissors ruthlessly mean
some on the ground aimlessly crawl
some in the air spin!

drooping eyes rue losing them
so does the lightened head
a sigh falls for all those slain
with little chance to be remade!

quietly drop on the white linen
the slaughtered by considered choice
once nurtured upon the brain
erstwhile silken joys!

a breezy walk out in sunshine
can't take the weight off mind
somewhere inside is heard a crying
of the ones scattered behind!

...
..
Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
..

pag-ibig
We shalt walketh down the aisle;
Frosted white rosette's
Ourn hair, to floweth wild.



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

I might wake when the clock hits the morning,
But I am not alive.
For the following hours of afternoon I drift,
Hours passing by.
Listless daydreams replace my hours of sunlight,
The dust settles.
When the clock strikes late and the sun sets,
it's time to test my mettle.

Deadlines fast approaching,
Fingers typing,
Keyboard smoking.

Brain is a jumbled mess,
Getting stressed,
Can't perform my best.

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Ifwe                  eve               ndes
Erve                  this               beau
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