You're the source of true Life, and strength to walk.
You're the source, to everything that is good here.
You're the source,  to Love, peace, as well as purpose.
You're the source of Mercy, true Hope, and Healing.
For you are the only door to new life in heaven above.
For there is no other way to eternal life not even an open window.
Only one path shall give you a key to perfect peace as well.
For only you Lord Jesus shall lead us to a perfect life.
One pave with true growth into becoming your disciple.

I rather that my heart hurt and bleed and know your sufferings.
Then to go around , living in a prison that I am unaware about.
For I would rather live life revealing the Christ within me here.
So that others too, shall find him here before its too late to see.
For my pain and suffering , reveal my wounds here on the earth.
His Spirit keeping me moving forward, overcoming things here.
Reveal him living in me , healing me, blessing me as well here.
For as I am a servant of the Most High God, the only true God.
I rather suffer in this short life , and live abundantly later on.
Then to live abundantly here in this short life and suffer the rest of eternality.

May all holy possessed my beloved pen
My hope too that also those maleficent
In my case I chose no wise of fool
So you are welcome though nice or ugly soul

Come lost soul and take me to the bottomless abysses
There where numb bleed from thy eyes
Where I see demons triumphs while angels woe
A place with unceased bliss and there's no blue

They say why I love him although he is full of lies,
I say, "I don't know its just his eyes."

Conflation groweth between ourn sinews
We shalt row upon the island's with canoe's;
The eyelet's aloft us shalt sprinkle celestial powder
We're long away from civilization, dusk hour's.

Fondu pupil's, art the culture to that moment
Her hug's, like gods cloak, encases me with a bonus;
Snug Creation's forgetting the cares around them
The only thing's we thinkest of, art the love's blend.

Justice run's through ourn courtship
As the scales art finely balanced;
None ogre's to looketh over ourn shoulder's
Ourn closeness, keepeth them silenced.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

If I give you my soul will it make you love me. If I shower you with gifts can I have your heart. What price can I pay to gain your affections. If I pledge my life to serve you will you adore me. If I make you laugh everyday, will that keep your attention. Please tell me if there is anyway that I can buy your love?

Walking down the hallway,
bam
**** !!! I hit my toe nail.

Everything I speak and write is poetry to me.

Losing myself in the veil of tears
Uncover me in proximity

Madame Blaine isn't happy.

Every night his apparitions appear
and they're getting darer by the day
(sorry, by the night).

Her fault she didn't tell him to go
the first few days on the southern window
rather she felt bad as he stood out there
thought it better to offer him chair.

His hesitation stoked her kindness
not much she would lose if sat face to face
recapitulating life they were together
barring the first few spent talking the weather.

Once in the room he gave her his ears
(or so it seemed)
as she talked of loneliness with hint of tears
blinking and nodding an occasional sigh
but not once offering a courtesy of reply.

He would sit unobtrusive in the gentlest manner
till his proposal last night dropped the sky on her
(sorry, the ceiling)
the first words he spoke shattered her peace

May I Diane, offer you a kiss?

She fumbled to decide an aye or a nay
silence was all her voice could say
the apparition rose to grab the moment
reading in her muteness a loud consent.

Since then she is wondering if she can boast
of having been kissed by one now a ghost
or hide within her as an indelible shame
an indulgence that could earn her bad name.