Religion
Has ruined
Spirituality

I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

I'd rather be
Poor in this world
With mine queen;
Then haveth all the material's
That meaneth nothing,
In a world sinful, and unclean.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

Poetry is too
"Norm" these day's;
And I don't plan
Being normal,
I like the strange, the weird
Anyone canst be normal
But canst thou be strange?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Momma said I was strange growing up.
She said I ran before I could even crawl
She said I'd run, drawing on walls in the halls
She said it was a bit odd.
Then again she said she raised me alone
Single parent, emphasis on the single
So obviously I was going to be odd.

I guess that stuck with me
Because I learned love before hatred
I learned to love before I questioned trust
So deep down in my core, way in the crust
There must be something wrong with me.

I wonder on things of my past
Wondering had it lasted
Where would my life be blasted.
The shadows of the past casted
And I always long to hide back
In the shade.

I guess I'm conflicted
Between finding the shade
And finding the light
Unsure which one I've been depraved
Or whether there was one I had craved
Maybe in the light is where I belong
But what if it's a hot day
...

I guess the past
Is a flag flown at half mast,
And the shadow is illuminated
Into complete exhile.

...

Maybe the light will reveal
What I never knew about myself.
Or maybe
I'm a creature of the shadows

...

Some miss out
On
L
I
F
E.
Because they pay
To much
Attention
To others lives.

Time is only the state of
             Consciousness
In which we live at different levels
                    Of
Physical, vital and mind.