Don't be my child, don't step on broken glasses
Don't be fooled by all of those sweet promises
I've been through a lot of regrets
Memories that I love to bury and simply forget

Treasure my child, my words of wisdom
I have a lot of story to tell when I enter the kings kingdom
Wounded by those pitiless pawns, knights and bishops
Terrorized by a rook and the queen killed all of my hopes

Listen well, don't act so stupid my innocent child
The world is full of jungle and really so wild
I was bitten by spiders, lions and snakes
To recall what I've been through still make my body shakes

My child, look at all my deep scars
Think thrice always, don't fully rush to reach the stars
Else you'll wished upon it to bring you back to where you start
Because you've led your life to a maze and welcome the dark

My dear sage, all your words are of true wisdom
But let me take my own course of freedom
I may feel the deepest sorrow like hell
But at the end like you I will have a great story to tell




written: October 8, 2014 at 10:45 pm PH time

Mysterious Aries

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Each day is a test, we must give always our best
At times we are so dishearten, but we've never seen the rest
We painted different colors everyday
Red, blue, yellow but at most white and gray

Each day is a trial, we often collide with betrayal
Parents who don't care to call, friends who are not loyal
We always pray, for us to get bump to a better day
Lovely and pretty not like this a life that is full pity

Each day is a class, a lesson to trust
A teacher at his greatest, a handbook that is finest
It'll get better someday if only we'll learn from the best
Else we will not able to see the rest...


Written: October 15, 2014 @ 6:15

Mysterious Aries

I knew it was wrong
but if I stayed any longer
I would be lost
and my weakness
would just get stronger
So with just a small bag
that was lighter on my back
than the memories I left behind
with all the emotions I lack
I wandered down the road
with my thumb stuck in the air
I hoped that nobody stopped
while I fretted that nobody cared
Mile after mile my feet carried on
and with my heart beat slow
I stopped
just to breathe
as my feet sank into the snow
When the car pulled to a stop
next to me
it could have been yesterday
or tomorrow
I didn’t know
But I was grateful for the ride
but wary of the unknown face
that smiled at me across the miles
no malice could I find a trace
until the question came at me
after Beethoven's Second Symphony
became just a distant memory

My child, why do you run, in disgrace?
What is really your fear?

And as my hands clench the seat belt
trying to stop it from strangling me
and as I count the mile markers
that carve a mountain between you and me
I can't answer the question
that sits so insistently in my ear
The unknown face beside me whispers

*I’m not the stranger here

lie down
with me
cry
with me
climb
through
the sky
with me
wash away
the tears
from
my eyes
to see
and
fly with me

She's the light
That leadeth the way;
She's the prayer
By which I pray.

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

A PAINTING NAMED ‘AN OLD BICYCLE’
                              
                                 She cycled with me and we chatted so merrily
                                I was eighteen and she was sixteen
                                Down the hill and across the meadow so freely
                               The flowers waved to us--life was beautiful and pristine.

                                'I'll love you forever ' she did say
                                The words echoed through the air
                                But too soon after to a foreign land she sailed away
                                I wrote sadly in my diary--' Love is so cruel and unfair'.

                                Time opens up a misty past
                                Like a river life silently glided along
                                How many first-loves did ever last
                                Despite love’s first ecstatic song?

                                This painting touches my heart so deeply
                                But no tears fill my weary eyes
                                Old age is but compassion and sympathy
                                When the heart is sure and youthful passion dies.

   prompted by a painting posted in Linkedin

He is not crying anymore
The clown that wanted his neck be choked
He already opened the right door
Now he’s the man with the funniest joke

She’s not weeping anymore
The abused lady who wanted to cut her wrist
She already forgot all the sore
A guy helped her to clear the mist

There is no sadness anymore
The boy who’s been deeply bullied
He’s definitely stronger than before
He’s now a man who have no worried

He is not faking the smile anymore
The writer who used to think his life on wiggles
The lesson he learned from the blind and crippled he adore
Now his poems are gold not just some nickel

They were the one that used to laughed, but cried
Time heals, and they are now happy with their lives


9/12/2015

Mysterious Aries