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Comparing yourself to others,
Seriously robs you of joy,
Accept your life as it is,
Love what you own,
There's no satisfaction in comparison,
You'll always think you're not good enough,
Compete with yourself,
Compare yourself with who you were yesterday,
Live in your life,
Be happy,be content and make improvements day by day.
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Thou knowest nothing
Until thou art ready
To dieth for love;

Until then
Thou knoweth not
What love is.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
I beg you
don't leave the sky

when dark clouds billow in the south
the weary winged hurry home

overhead on the dead blue
jupiter and venus are born anew

the wind slows to silence
trees loom night's shadowy ghost

nocturnal birds sing on their new day
you feel your breath as they fall

the clouds spread across the sky
cracked by the lightning

a drop lands on your stretched palm
soothes all the burns in you

you melt in love
by the torrents falling from above.

don't leave for shelter
I beg you
when heaven arrives here.
 Oct 2015
Sally A Bayan
Embers (2).  
  

Can't talk, can't swallow...
there's a block somewhere
i turn to the other side
new fields.....unknown skies
make hands and mind, busy with new chores...new projects
learn to breathe slow...in a rhythmic flow

eyes look up...trying to find my kite among those, flying high,
with a begging glimpse...sent with prayers

the hours go by...so...very...slow
a distraction is most welcome
while waiting, for things to work out on their own.  
while...waiting...
trying to be feisty...determined...in exerting efforts
to cleanse a steamy, foggy mind..intoxicated
with highfalutin truths, and plans that come...and go
they surface....then hide....they confuse
affecting those innocent: one, two, three...even more...

deep within are demons that struggle
to overcome each other...
....dancing with the flame...
so untamed
so alive
soaring inside
not at all like embers dying,
they're all fired up, sharp-edged...hurting
singe-ing innards
ahh...still can't breathe...it burns inwards
possessing throat and voice...can't speak
slowly, the airs turn bleak

how i so want to shout to the Heavens
just this once, to beg...for my own manna
to ask for more fresh air
make sure patience never wanes
to bake and strengthen under the hot sun,
the tiles and stones of my concrete wall
i ask for more beams and rays...i don't want to fall
i ask.......for red-orange embers
.......to permanently brighten
my charcoal-black skies...



Sally


Copyright October 9, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Oct 2015
Marie Poindexter
My sweet, sweet girl,  how lovely
Once eager and full of life
What cracked the walls around you
And stole your inner light?

Please sweet girl! Please tell me!
What methods this monster used
How he consumed a soul so bright
So that I may do so too

Details! My girl,  more details!
Tell me more of this cunning beast
Tell me how it was he lured you in
Tell me how he laid his feast

Listen poor girl, just listen!
Wipe away your tears of woe
Tell the world of all my cunning
And perhaps I'll let you go...
 Oct 2015
Aztec Warrior
LET'S KISS THE SKY

“Wild thing
I think you
Move me...
You make everything
Groovy...
Wild thing
I think
I love you.....”
~~Jimi Hendrix version (Live)

Splashed across
the Monterey screen,
a Jimi scene
where he is on
his knees,
guitar aflame
as red ember fingers
entice,
urge each flickering note
to wail, screech.
Black, all colored
fingers encourage
a generation to
take it higher,
be the fire
burning down an
oppressive society.
“Wild thing,
I want to know for sure...
You move me!”
~~~~~
Back in the day,
as we often say,
Babylon was
on the run.
People planet wide
were having fun
like agitated atoms
escaping the sun
in great solar storm flares
spurred on by
Mao Tsetung
and the red East
rising of Tai Shan.
While in the beast’s belly
stood the Black Panther Party.
Red Book’s shining light
held high, displayed proudly.
In the other hand
they held
the guns
of liberation.
There were many who
impatiently
awaited word,
‘Let’s go! Now!
Seize the time
Seize the hour
Off the pigs,
Seize the power.
The sky was there
with red tinged clouds
waiting
wanting to be kissed
by the surge of humanity.
~~~~~
That was then.
We have rounded
histories bend
never reaching
the top of Chingkangshan.
This is now
a new generation
a youthful crowd
seeks a new hour,
a righteous power
to topple those
old ‘Ivory Towers’.
~~~~~
That was then
we rocked the boulevard
with our deeds
our urgent words
and necessities.
“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
Each day
saw some new advance
a new dance.
For a short
wonderful breath
we had the upper hand.
We had the bourgeois
on the run.
They, shaking at rustling leaves;
we, laughing as they flee.
That was then,
this is now.
We have rounded
histories bend
never reaching
the top of Chingkangshan.
~~~~~
As I replay
that Jimi scene from
30 some odd years ago
I can’t help thinking,
We had them on the run?
The flames from Jimi’s alive guitar
spoke to us
and we replied,
‘Wild thing,
you move me!'
And as we round
histories bend,
I can once again
see the snow caps
gleaming in the sun.
This time
this time we will
reach over top
of Chingkangshan,
we will boldly say,
“Excuse me while I kiss the sky!”

Archives:  Written 1998*

https://youtu.be/7DGGFx7Zmbw
This is another poem written a while ago and pulled from the archives.
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose
Was falling deep into her slumber;
I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state
I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake.

ii.

In the midst of this hallucinatory reality
I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality;
The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me
Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ?

iii.

As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font
From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream?

iv.

Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last;
As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine.

v.

Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's;
The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called?

Ivi.

Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
True story... While between sleep and awake while watching Jane sleep last evening, the words loud yet soft spoken said to me
( Brandon, do you wanna come home? Or are you ready to come home but I think first thing I said... Lol then after the words do you wanna come home.... In a singing different angelic song they sung... TO JESUS CHRIST!!!! Wowww that woke me up from mine intermediate sleep loll umm honestly not ready to go back yet yes do wanna be in heaven now and escape this horrible world.. But I have so much more to change about me and help more people out and do stuff with mine queen Jane like meeting her so definitely not ready yet though as anyone should know... It's not up to us when we wanna go back home always or die... As our dear poet Ernest knew .. When God wants us he takes us plain and simple.... I know even when I get into that cycle of sleep when happens every soo often even stuff like that doesn't happen... I deeply believe one of mine protectors whether a family member or an angel most likely one or the other asked me last night that question in mine sleep.. Then that singing came in angelic and I was awake after lolll so yeah... Always pay ATTN.. as angels and demons more than exist.. Demons I
especially know much about being literally ( physically attacked) by them daily...  For those who wanna scoff and mock really don't care I've shown Jane this while talking with her one minute next I'll show her fresh scratch big and long on mine body! Or wherever they scratch... It's a constant thing... Why you ask? Demons hate hate hate see anything to do with Christ and Christs father... Especially Christ.. Though I sage mine house alot as does !mum.. And pray alot for Christ to make them go then they always leave.. They hate hearing his name.. They don't care to hear any other name that you might call on.. Noone else will protect you.. But they know Christ is the only one.. The PROTECTOR!!! And hate it when you say his name then they leave.... Thanks for reading..
hypnagogic state- means the place between sleep and wake.. Like paralysis in a way...
Bootleggers on Sunday evening  ,  a little pink house on Kelleytown Road !  Waiting by the cattle gate , taking money  , calling back to the house via radio ! Waving customers through , one by one , driving by the shack without braking once , trunk wide open , in goes the whiskey , slammed shut , out the back gate , and off they went !  Sheriff Donald didn't seem to have a clue , alcohol sales on late Sunday afternoons ? For forty odd years this house became a legend , Councilmen , Deputies and Mayors knew of it's existence ! Cars from distant counties all over the state , flying up dirt roads leaving dust in their wake ! It was surely without doubt , the entire county convinced that the Sheriff drew a months salary on Sunday evenings !
Copyright October 10 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015
Martina
Rock me babe
wild and hard
move me fast
never stop
Rock me babe
wild and hard
Close your eyes
and see the light
shine so bright
in your eyes
sweetest smile
Rock me babe
wild and hard
Link to the song: Rock me babe
https://soundcloud.com/martinavenkova/rock-me-baby
 Oct 2015
Martina
Lost in you
When I see you
I fell so deep in love
I am lost with you
in the ocean blue
Only sea of time
will shows the way
to a secret place
deep in my heart
Deep in my heart
I am lost in you
I am lost in you
in the sea of love
and every single day
I belive more in you and me
maybe thats the way
it should be
Deep in my heart
I am lost in you
Link to the song:Lost in you
https://soundcloud.com/martinavenkova/lost-in-you
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