Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath.
It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain.
That seems to be enough, until you first slip.
I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through.
I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place,
Lest this all disappear.

A form of alchemy
By which
Emotional pain
Is transmuted
Into verbal pleasure.

Welcome, poets
though we have never met
yet your poems have brought
warmth and joy to my heart--how could I forget

their poignancy and tender touch?
and for more of your poems I do pine
would you welcome me into your words-sanctum
as I would gladly invite you into mine?

I've been everywhere with your image,
Imagined experiences you'd never willingly share with me.
Its okay,
What's authentic may not be to my liking anyway.
I love the personalities I create.
To date, they've never bit the hand.

So I got off work just now usually wouldn't be leaving until 6 pm. This shift change definitely blows. Someone's got to make the cash flow though, money doesn't make itself. I'm not the feds, just printing money thats worth nothing anytime I feel Like it. And come to find out the feds aren't even aloud to print their own money according to united states law there's suppose to be a certain group that does that, not the feds printing their own cash. Sometimes wish I had a printing machine, to print my own billions of dollars, sometimes I wish. A lot! Man working class ***** ****, but I'm more than proud to be working class, I know how to have a life while these 60 year old billionaires live it up not sleeping at night worrying about how to print ten billion more bucks, I worry about what fun thing I'm gonna do after work. The difference between working class hero's and the high class Nero's, we working class live, the Nero's die daily.

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs Sѧʏєţһ
Tһѧţ ţһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɢooԀ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɞєѧuţıғuʟ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁo єňouɢһ.

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
I Ԁєsєяνєţһ ɞєţţєя;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ;
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧyeth.

Mıňє զuєєň

Tıs mє
Wһo Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁєsєяνєţһ ţһєє.

Tһou ѧяţ moяє ţһѧň
GooԀ єňouɢһ;


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

As my fingers punches each letter
And vandalize the blank wall
Purging what's inside, at most all bitter
The lonely journey of the bliss less soul

Why? Of all emotions
At most I choose the time of my pain
To evaporated into the clouds
And turns the season into rain

I am looking for that colorful sign of hope
But sometimes I'm getting tired
Living my life on this endless loop
Misery always transpired

But why those blind aren't quitting life's game
Hopeful and thankful to the mighty Lord
By then my eyes shattered some tiny white grains
That touches the face of my keyboard


10/6/2015
Mysterious Aries

And I hear some say to me
     go and save the world--go-
     that would make you great
     you would be the day's hero

    and this I reply
    I can't climb ten floors--no--
   I can't save a fair maid from a burning building
   Nor swim to save a drowning man --I know

   I am no hero---I'll leave that to others
  who will do fine and steal the show
  such people we need -- and their deeds
  are in Guinness Book Of Records---though

  I  should not fail my fellow-men and myself
  I should be kind and offer a helping hand wherever I go
  no man is an island and the human heart knows both joys and woes
  let's spread love and compassion when others are in sorrow

I'm an anxiety driven teen ****-up.
I let my fears drag me on a leash.
I make the wrong choices in every situation
And I can never really sleep.

My meals consist of nothing.
I feel overweight and unclean.
I feel mostly suicidal
But I can't **** myself
I'm afraid of the unseen.

I am a walking paradox.
Tired but won't sleep.
Hungry but won't eat.
I am the embodiment of stupid
But isn't that every teen?

I'm an anxiety driven teen ****-up.
Just give up on me and leave.
Tear me up into pieces,
And run from the crime scene.

i.

Skaidrum, we art lost in the whirlpool galaxy
Thou art far-flung from thy king, me from mine queen;
We hath not much time to get back to planet earth
A black holes in the distance, a new star's birth.

ii.

Skaidrum, friend; no sunlight is to surround us
This place is dusk, how I misseth mine sweet jane;
We hath enough food for a week, and one day's gain
If I were thou, I'd telleth thy king thou loveth him again.

iii.

Mine lass wilt be looking for me, how cold I feeleth
In this spaceship were in, I need Jane's warmth, her tint;
Skaidrum, the nebula's art all around, though no portal to get back home, I prayeth we seeith ourn love's soon.

iv.

Dear Poet, Sir Brandon, Sharpen thy tongue for war
Vigilant stars harbor no pity for separated lovers liketh us,
Lady Jane's lamentation becomes mournful gravity to thee;
Darkness swallows the four corners of mine heart.

v.

Pay no heed to the distances, death; how certainly welcome
As we rideth greek constellations, legends, and vagabonds.
I will bid thou safe travels, poetic wishes, universal footprints;
As thee descend upon the sky ladder to thou's lover.

vi.

I shall followeth in due time, I hear not mine king calling.
Patience goes hand n' hand with deliverance,
In our path of starlit misery; we embarked together as poets
Adieu for now sir Brandon, part with nightsong wings.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
©Duo poem by me brandon nagley and Skaidrum
©Skaidrum

she laughs a thousand laughs,
but inside,
she dies a thousand deaths.

Walking in circles
In my lonely room,
Talking to shadows
As if they were blooms
And blossoms of love;
Old friends and lovers
Cousins and brothers.

Running in circles
Through my many pasts;
Forgotten or misbegotten
Some fleeting some lasted.
Replaying old movies
That played inside my head
Of people and places
And things that were said.

Walking in circles
Through the phases of life.
Trying not to remember
Times that cut like a knife,
Trying instead to rewrite
My history to come out right
Where nobody was unhappy
And there were no fights.

Stumbling in circles
As my body was getting old,
Too hot in summer
And, in winter, always cold.
But still I remember
My wonderful cast of stars
That have come and gone
Through my life thus far.