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Sometimes I see the good in this world of ours.
While other times I see the suffering right here.
But through them all , I always see God's Hope.
So no matter what happen in this world here.
I shall never forget that Christ can turn it around.
So I shall keep on seeking his will for me here.
Knowing that till I pass away from this life here.
I  shall keep persevering and seeing his  Hope ahead.
For there are so many here that I see his Light in them.
I see his Spirit in them too and know that they overcome too.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
A poet needeth not pen and paper
To writeth down their prophetic vision's;
A poet, is one of the soul
As the soul
Keepeth all poetry by memory,
Not needing some pen and paper. .



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
i

Exquisite animation, the tubes channel of hereafter is dim at first
This foundation of earth was just a passing through to showeth love, as I've met good being's, I've seen material and unearthly things, I've felt the kiss of death, I've seen prison cells of thugs.

ii

I've seen popes, president's, crip's and blood's, I've seen Devil's of hate, I've witnessed lover's and their fate, I've tasted iron in mine mouth, from the health issues to me I've met, I've seen ruler's get greedy, killing children as a bet, I've payed mine dues and rent.

iii

I've shown kindness to other's, I've helped sisters and brother's, I've given all to help another, as the giving of oneself is the ultimate love of ourn creator, I've seen crying and imitator's, I've seen holy and devilish behavior, as minkind hath forgotten bliss.

iv

I've seen war on t.v, I've seen Hope's made to reality, I've seen young one's die of starvation and poisoned, I've seen sanctuary of  glee turned poluted, I've seen soldier's suited and booted with the media and secret societies back their war, for lies to thee allured.

v

Though through all this nonsense I've seen, I'm at peace on the water's of the hellion scream's, for tis I feeleth serene in this stepping stone stop, the drab funnel I'll enter, when this heart stops, though I shalt seeith the light, and taketh a flight to God..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
Storm Raven
Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I stand before your grave.
Your dead body lays deep under the cold ground, wet from the ever pouring rain.
I came here to say my last goodbye and whisper to the wind, or the trees, that I have to go.
I cannot bear this any longer, living in this world without you living in it with me.
For everything seems dull and gray, nothing more can interest or amuse me.
Everything hurts, even breathing, a primary function, this pain is just to much.
Cause living without you is like breathing underwater, and I can't do it.
I am sorry love, I am about to sin, and never see you again.
You are in heaven above, and I will burn in hell.
For what I am about to do to myself.
Goodbye my love, goodbye cruel world.
I welcome you death.
Farewell Annabel.
My one true love.
I miss you so much.
 Jul 2015
beth fwoah dream
tide, the moon-flow of the
sea a soft ghost.

smouldering in shadowy inks
the night with its luminous clouds.
 Jul 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I plant where I dig
Faith is my fig
It might take long
But hope keeps me strong
Might not know where I'm headed
Might even get beheaded
Yet I ain't scared
My heart might be scarred
But I'll keep on hoping
They think my life boring
Cause their champagnes always popping
I talk of someday wedding
They believe in eloping
Yet I won't let that shake me
They got sticks and heavy stones
They ain't gonna break me
Though they might fracture my bones
That will be a hell of delay
But they cannot stop destiny
In the lords army as I pray
Here we've got no mutiny
Some ask me of what importance
Is a God who is invisible
They call it renaisance
Yes, it don't make sense
Though we're immiscible
I try to reach out to them
Try to help them go across
From fatal games
To respecting He who died on their cross
Yes He who rose
Trying to **** out the gross
But they don't understand
That It's hard ground where I stand
And they're drowning holding straws
 Jul 2015
Megan
I am a Christian.
Do not look at me differently,
Do not roll your eyes or scoff.
Do not lump me in with every other Christian
You have ever met
Or heard of.
Do not assume that I am like the Westboro Baptists,
Or that I only believe what I do because of my parents.
Do not question my sanity.
Do not assume you know my views or my reasons,
But please, ask.
Do not suppose I will be extreme,
Or that I live under a rock.
Do not think I am naïve or a saint,
Or that I expect everyone to live
By what I think is right.
Do not presume that I fit your stereotypes, whatever they might be.
Do not take for granted that I have no idea how to have fun.
Do not associate church or my faith with being boring.
Do not suppose that you understand me or the depths of what I believe.


Please just do not assume that because you know one, you know all.
I am a Christian.
Ask me why.
Ask me about my thoughts on the world,
Or on political issues.
I will gladly tell you whatever you’d like to know.
Ask me about the wonderful moments of God I see around me.
Ask me what evidence I have.
Tell me all about what you believe.
Talk to me without reservations or awkwardness.
Ask me what traditions my family has, or how we celebrate holidays.
Ask me what makes me different.
Laugh with me about the children I babysit during Bible study.
Cry with me when someone passes away.
Look with me to see the ways God is working in the world.
Give thanks with me before dinner.
Join me at church one day to see what it’s like for yourself.
Love with me all the lost people in the world.
Love yourself.
I am a Christian.
I did this for a particular writing class, and even though the poem is rough and far from what I am used to, I wanted to put it out there. Please give me your feedback, I want to hear your thoughts!
 Jul 2015
Olivia Kent
The situation of departing life.
One thing I learned and be sure.
I have watched several people disappear.
Vessels full of organs.
Once they sparked and buzzed.
Metaphorically of course
Only seen older ones.
Thank heaven.
Couldn't bear seeing an infant pass.

They all looked peaceful with a sublime style.
A visage, that said goodbye without words.
I never saw ****** contortions.
Life's abortion.
Brakes on, they've gone in living form.
The unseen train pulled in at the station.
No tickets or boarding card for this long vacation.
Pre-booked billet.
Free of charge.

Never saw angels collecting them.
Nor saw the reaper grim.
Thank God.
Don't want to meet him anytime soon.
Not saying everyone dies in peace.
All I know is that, those I saw looked comfortable.
Free at last.
Sleep well
I don't know, maybe they're in a better place.
I'd like to think so,
That one thing I'd like to know.
Hopefully, last breathing moment brings forth a silent sleep.
Weep only from love, not pain.
For we shall surely meet again.
(c) Livvi
I don't do heaven and hell stuff, but I was trying to pen reassurance **
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
As I pick up mine burdened cross, mine brow's art heavied by the mockery of the crowd. Mine head shaved to maketh me feeleth belittled, the drizzle of pain down mine vessel, comes pouring all down... The ruler's art all around, as the pharisees laugh, they spit upon mine smiling lips, and whip me with unused glass. As they spike me they heareth mine screams, dancing to the scene. I close mine eyes, and pray to god, forgiveth them of their deeds. As I knoweth mine water shalt soon depart, I shalt uplift to the mansion grove....... I yell back at the crowd..... Expect to see mine ghost... As they see mine ghost, it knoweth not much longer shalt they maketh a travesty of me. I spill mine gut's upon the wood, on the old juniper tree......... As when mine spirit left me, mine own mother sat there because they made her watch, as mine soul left mine carrion, their temple's rent ripped into shock....
And the Pharisees, tis they didst see, the son they hath killed, was one not of this world, now their sin's shalt they feel...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry...
Rent in old tongue back in biblical old ancient days also means like a fabric....the
 Jul 2015
Mermaid
The sound of drifting wind,
The sound of rain drops
On the silenced window,
Sound of graceful waterfall,
The sound of early birds
On the mountain tree,

Can you feel, can you see,
Can you understand
This language?

The speech of sorrow,
Sadness, loneliness,
The drums of happy moments,
Smiles and joyful sharing,
The beats of heart in love,
The sound of lifting spirit
Of two souls in one together

Can you feel, can you see,
Can you understand
This language?

The sound of mother earth,
Of horses running fast,
Of soldiers, wars and
Thousands warriors ahead
In cause, the sound of
Killing, horror, blood,
Screaming of a child,
The sound of night
Of falling stars
of hanging slice of moon…

The sound of planets
And of universe out there
Watching us

Can you feel, can you see,
Can you understand
This language?

The sound of crying baby,
New soul born, the hope
In eyes, the praying hands
The trust in God,
The sound of coming day,
The quiet speech of flowers,
Listen to them…feel…

Can you understand this
Language?
Just i feel this language
 Jul 2015
WendyStarry Eyes
This the knowledge
I've succumb to as I reach old age
The wisdom I've gathered
Is pointless if carried
With declaration of being a sage
Sooner of later
Time will have control
The best remedy I have
Is prayer to
The Master for my soul

*JEREMIAH 33:3 'Call to me and I answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.'
 Jul 2015
Kimiko
A prayer is like a Melody
without it there's no harmony. . .
you can go sharp or flat
and lose something you once had. . .

Let notes of GOD be your choice
and make music instead of noise. . .
Through this melody you can speak
and he will listen without a peek. . .

It can be done in many ways
like singing in to praise
Or chanting with eyes that glaze
because spirit and soul engage. . .

Please hold on my friend
all our problems will soon end. . .
Don't fill your heart with worry
for the hand that hold us, is HOLY.
 Jul 2015
Whiskurz
Though now I lay you down to sleep
I won't be sad, I will not weep
If the pain I feel shall never cease
The love we had will bring me peace

I'll count the memories day by day
Until I too shall pass away
Life's a vapour, a momentary mist
A distant echo the wind has kissed

You're the blessing that grew a smile
But now you walk your final mile
And though we pause the life we've known
Be not afraid, you're not alone

Tears were made to reflect the pain
The reflection fades, but not the stain
And though you're in a better place
This road is rough that I must face

You've heard the words by our dear Lord
"Child enter in to your reward"
So look for me, for in only a while
I too will walk my final mile
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