Her soul
   A torch that lights up the darkness
       The pathway to God's throne
                  Mine soulmate
                      Mine soul

©Brandon nagley
©Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Her smile is not for me.
though beautifully displayed,
finding feathered heart
floating away.
These sweet small
contortions
are not for me
but being so beautiful.
I am glad I was there to see
her smiling at someone
even if it is not me.

--------------------------
I am jealous
Of how beauty looks
At another
How success
Finds another
How fairness
Is only a fairytale
Most of all
I am jealous
That my past self
Was more at peace then me

A serious worn face
with wandering heart
filled with shy hope
of a world yet to come
but its tardy arrival
pulls ******* taught strings
'till it seems fight or flight
whether autumn or spring
so solemn by day
and still in its night
seeking glimmers of stars
soft whispers, and love
as a moon casts its radiance
thru ink oceans above
within somber place
abides in life's thrall

-cec

The bowl of a glass ashtray
on the night-stand
is brimming with cigarette
butts and burnt tobacco.

This is what wasted
time looks like.

Grey songs
of a caged bird:
*ashes and cigarette butts