I grieve to run from the man with the gun but I must.
I guess I just figure he's to light on that trigger to trust.

He wouldn't think twice in fact he'd rather rejoice to shoot me
So I'd sooner take flight, scoot off into the night to be free.

Who is this guy who would see me die? I'm not sure!
But while he's around I will be underground, insecure!

I just know that I think that there is a real link and he's wise.
And he knows what I took he could see by the look in my eyes.

He was engrossed in the thrill as he fed on his **** in the park.
And he couldn't see me standing behind that tree in the dark.

When my camera did flash I then made a mad dash to the rear.
Out of harms way is where I want to stay, not in fear.

It was my big mistake to take a picture and break for the run.
I can't ever be free for he's following me with a gun.

Something that I must face is I am now in the race of my life.
With a picture, that failed I cannot get him jailed, now that's strife.

For my chaser don't know and he won't let me go, it's his new thrill.
For the Reaper you see is coming for me and will ****.

So I run and I run from the man with the gun aimed at me.
I will bob and I'll weave, there's no place I won't leave to be free.

To avoid an attack I'll grow eyes in the back of my head.
But I can settle nowhere because I do not care to be dead.

I know he wouldn't listen even with my admission of no proof.
He would still load that lead into the back of my head, that's the truth!

It stood on a throne,
Made out of lime stone.

It was clothed,
In colorless gold.

It wore a shadeless crown,
Above its brow.

Its heart was frozen-
From winters night.

Its soul was diced,
by Jack Frost's knife.

It stood alone,
In its quite abyss.
Dismissing my stare.

Though it was free,
It looked lost at sea.

For, I waited to hear a plea,
But it was silent as a willow tree.

Time passed-
And it started to bow

To the brown earth beneath its feet,
To the blue sky above its crown.

Though, the journey was over,
And the final Goodbyes were made.

I could never forget the pride in its eyes,
Or why it stood so still.

For to this day,
I question if I'll every discover,
If the White Rose knew,
Of its wonder?

Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.

Darkness covered the skies,
While my body was restless with the tides.
I tried not to wait for the sunrise,
Because, it just reminded me of your eyes.

I remember holding you in my arms,
While surrendering to the stars,
Hoping to never fall apart.

The touch of your hand with mine,
The smell of Calvin Klein,
The taste of cherry wine,
Intoxicating me inside.

I didn't see this in cards,
Or the rolling dice in our hearts.

I imagined a future,
With the definition of forever.

But, now I see-
We were never meant to be.

When tomorrow comes,
Without the taste of ***,
We will find someone.

Now it is time for me to go,
And leave this pain for the runaways-
So, Goodbye, my Summer's Day!

If I am kindling,
you must be the spark...
Much alive in the darkest dark,
lifting all shadows with
finesse and flair.

     If I am flame,
     you must be the air and wind...
     Unfettered and free...
     Cradling my infancy.
     Only to nurture and inspire,
     to groom flame to fire.

If I am faltering...
And almost extinguished,
you must be the hand...
Bearing the confidence and belief...
Awaiting the moment most opportune,
to align yourself in rhythm and tune.
So we could...
Continue to
burst forth into light.
So we could...
Resume our journey forth with might.

     Let us be our own deterrent
     from the darkness
     that comes with morrow's set.
     Hand in hand, we must...
     Because together...
          And only together,

   we're...

                        incandescent.

LÏvÏǸＧ しσ㉫
Wφħ ﻝAǸ㉫;
I'๓ AしÏv㉫ AＧAÏǸ.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

What a gurl suppose to do? When everyone expect us to puts on the makeup, to be the corner store ***, to pretend like we happy
All da time being da motha, da sista, da daughter, the one
Who make everybody happy.

Everyone depend on us. We are beautiful woman! We strong,
And if man Kant treat us right. God kan! God betta den man.
God made man.

I'm made by god

ι.

Pυlcнrιтυde oғ lυмιneѕcence,
Cнarм oғ тнe eaѕт; darlιng oғ
Tнe Candeѕcenт, тнy нearт'ѕ
Mapped, wιтн υnιqυe ѕтreeт'ѕ.

ιι.

Organιc Angel, ιnnocenт
Serapн; нarpιng wιтн god,
Wιтн тнe rod oғ cнerυв'ѕ.

ιιι.

I ѕpy ιnтo paradιѕe,
Wιтн тнee on мιne
Sιde; I'м cloѕer тo нeaven,
Wнen I ғall ιn тнιne eye'ѕ.

ιv.

Tнιne ѕιgнт ιѕ a vιѕιon,
Glιмpѕιng ιnтo тнe new;
Seeιng мιneѕelғ, ιnѕιde oғ
Me, ιnѕιde oғ тнoυ тo.

v.

Zιon ιѕ reвorn,
Broυgнт ιnтo
Tнe new; мιne
Loѕт Aѕιan pearl,
Oғ rapтυroυѕ вlυe.



©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeтѕ poeтry
©Earl jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( ғιlιpιno roѕe)

my body is a stranger

my soul is the rider

controls everything

am my destruction

am my creation

*sculpting every piece of moments