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 Dec 2015
mark john junor
in nightfall's grey hour
look intently into the reflection
peer into the face looking back at me
trying to find the flaw in the heart of that stranger i see
seeking to mend what cannot be
if you look within you will never see
what is and what should be

rain infects the last of the daylight
and i walk out into it raise my face to the heavens
cleanse the soul of guilt and pain
from the evil that you refrained
from deed that would have stained
if you look within to see broken dreams that have remained
look within will leave you insane

night has come
darkness will hide you
tears will obscure
what you really should be living for
light kiss upon the tender thought before
and you will find what love really is to your core
mend this heartache you dream to see what is in store
there is a tender true love that awaits for
you to open your hearts door
 Dec 2015
Traveler
With mixed intentions
Of fire and ice
You better take cover
You better think twice

The wheels of madness
How slippery they slide
All around the U.S.
Officers losing their minds...

Cover ups and questions
In the media eye
Turn on your body camera
And get in line...
With all due respect
If you're covering up for your cause, you're a mobster.
 Dec 2015
Traveler
Underdog was cold and tired
When he took his first red pill
Hidden within his ring
On his K-9 finger
It was quite the mighty thrill

******-Doo and Shaggy too
What's in those ****** Snacks
Up against the perils of evil
Yet the snack still brings you back

Mighty Mouse and his magic powder
He snorted magic up his nose
When I was just a little kid
So many years ago...
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2015
Keith Edward Baucum
In these streets on the hunt for a chocolate bunny with a big ****
A brown cotton tail who'll keep her mouth closed and won't tell
Sssshhhh be very, very, quiet I'm hunting
chocolate bunnies throughout the urban jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Shadowic heroic ornamental's, false breed's cometh as incense breather's betwixt lively instrumental's. Macrogram plaza's to abrahamic venue's. Caller's calleth upon themselves to saveth what is not theirs;

Morning breath, to winter's dew, hath thou been born yet? Is the baby yet due?

Constant pain's to loss taken gain's maketh brain's and vein's out of organically made flesh; becometh thine own creator, thou creed of selfishness. Anchor heavy soul dragged away by chain's of past forget-not's, wherein the ground stayeth hot to ruin moronic window's.

Maketh thy bed of silvered spring's thy own rusted medieval pillow; thou grand ol' operatic theme, thou patriarch to a dream,  Art ourn day's but a whisp of a second's last?

Thing's hath cometh to the listening one, the earth's spinning to fast; the mechanism's now begun.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prison writing's
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
i.

The governmental beast's
Plotteth right before thine sight;
As many art blinded
By the lies put in the night.

ii.

Making many believeth
Through their media puppet's;
Whilst big elite pulleth thy string's
Secret society member's push it.

iii.

Illuminati, Bilderberg's,
Skull and bones, some unknown;
Now spotlighted, being known
Martial law, to break thy home's.

iv.

All for greed, their new world order,
United Nations vehicles parked
In California; train's with guillotine's
Thirty-thousand that is,
Whilst the young protest
Ignorant bullsh....
Freedom's being taken
Before thy eye's,
It started by the taking
Of the natives land;
European suicide.
Blood shalt be spilt
In the land of the high
Because of the filth
Of rich men's ties;

v.

Rockefeller called it
Whilst Rothschild named it;
Henry Kissinger indugled it
Bush. Sr didst inflame it.
Training going on
Worldwide for this,
A complete takeover
An r.f.i.d chip.
A tracking device
For the forehead and hand;
Revelation thirteen dear poet, poetess, and man.
Revelation stated; (And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.) Didst thou readeth that? Didst not get enough fill? Also goeth this. Revelation,
16And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: 17And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. 18Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Readeth this again, no man may buyeth nor sell without the mark of this devil tempted man;
Already into act into Mr. Obama's healthcare law,
Bilderberg's saidst by the year two-thousand and seventeen they want their chip Into all,
Signs art showing, were coming to a close,
Awaketh to Christ's truth and his love Utmost.
Christ spoke: I am the way, truth and the life, no man
Cometh to the father but by ( me) Jesus that is the Lord and the king,whilst other's art found in tomb's- Christ hath holes in his hand's and his feet, millions of near death experiences- with only jesus didst they meet. Awaketh mine poet's, get out of slumber, An Antichrist is upon us, the demon's knoweth their day's art numbered. Taketh a look around: demonic influence. Satan's got a short time to killeth, And surely he wilt do it. A prominent Jewish Rabbi is telling his people in Israel he believed their Messiah is here, so art the Muslim leader's, what's wrong? Not clear? Them telling other's they believeth their Messiah soon shalt appear, just means the antichrist wilt show, and a Tribulation's near. Awaketh from slumber I telleth once again, these book's of Christ weren't a play or a myth for pretend. The heaven's art moaning, the earth tis in travail, prophecies hath come true as more art daily neath the veil. Many by the million's art having dream's of his return, please no comment needed if it's for making fun of or scorn, tis I want none to mourn but to open their sight's to truth. Be aware, payeth attention to that thing we calleth the news. Find Christ, if thou hath not, if so cometh back to him, I sayeth this as a warning. Poetess, poet's, beautiful friends...... For God is a loving God, waiting for thee and me to return, a new age of the slave, is waiting for it's turn.......




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In the book of Romans in the bible is states
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord ( jesus) thou shall be saved... If not saved I suggest the sinner's prayer to Christ and to truly trust him.... And be saved in Christ... For he is loving and forgiving though will you choose him or the world and the things of the world where you will have no peace nor rest? Up to you poet....
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Galileo couldst not even seeith
The heaven that lieth
Inside queen Jane;

Einstein couldst not even dreameth
The beauty
Inside of her brain;

Edwin Hubble lived inside
Of a bubble, being blinded
From her view;

Stephen hawking, forget thine
Scientific talking; mine empress
Is from God, a divine muse.

Isaac Newton, recalculate thine
Mathematic's; mine amour' is not a number,
Awakest from slumber, sweet Jane is aromatic.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
 Dec 2015
Angge
All it takes
To make me say yes.

All it takes
To make me yours.
 Dec 2015
Michelle
What's the point
In wasting time and wasting ink
When I can't verbalise the thoughts I think?

That night with you,
I learned the secret of it all.
The secret of love and how to fall.

In case you wonder
How you ever will know,
Spend time in silence and love should grow.

For we shared a glance,
A glance that pitifully pleaded.
And with that we knew that no words were needed.
 Dec 2015
A Lopez
Come closer
S
   E
      N
    O
R
Yes
In circles
Spin me to your record
I prefer
S l
Ow
Dance.

R
      O
           U
        N
    D
And
R.      O
O
Und
We go
Until the happiness in my *****
Goes kaboom
At the end of our show.
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
í.

օ' օʍղíԹɾҽՏҽղԵ ցօժ
հօա ҍӀҽՏՏҽժ í ɑʍ ƒɾօʍ Եհҽҽ:
հօա ҍӀҽՏՏҽժ í ɑʍ,
աíԵհ զմҽҽղ յɑղҽ'Տ հɑղժ'Տ
íղ ʍɑɾíԵɑӀ օԹԹօɾԵմղíԵվ.

íí.

օ' íղѵíղϲíҍӀҽ ʍɑƘҽɾ
í'ӀӀ ҍɾҽɑԵհҽԵհ ҽѵҽɾվ ӀɑՏԵ ҍɾҽɑԵհ
աíԵհ ɾҽվղɑ յɑղҽ íղ ʍíղҽ ɾҽՏԹҽϲԵՏ:
ɑ ϲɾօաղ մԹօղ հҽɾ հҽɑժ í ՏհɑӀԵ ժҽϲƘ
ɑ ɾíղց Եօ աҽժ íղ աҽժժҽժ ժɾҽՏՏ,
ԵɾɑղՏƒօɾʍíղց, ʍɑƘíղց օղҽ
մղíԵҽժ ʍօօղ'Տ
ҍҽղҽɑԵհ Եհҽ Տմղ.
աօղժҽɾ ɑաҽ
ϲհօՏҽղ օղҽՏ
ԵɑցɑӀօց-
ϲհíӀժ ԹӀɑվ ƒմղ.
ѵօաՏ օƒ հɑɾԹՏ
ɑղժ ՏԵɾíƘíղց ҍҽӀӀՏ.
Եհҽ օϲҽɑղՏ Տաɑվ
ահíӀՏԵ հҽɑѵҽղ Եօ ժաҽӀӀ.
ƒɾҽҽ ɑՏ ՏօմӀՏ
ԵօԹԹӀíղց հҽӀӀ.
օϲҽɑղ ԵմɾԵӀҽ'Տ
աíԵհ ҍɾíցհԵ ցɾҽҽղ ՏհҽӀӀ'Տ.



,
©ҍɾɑղժօղ ղɑցӀҽվ
©ҽɑɾӀ. յɑղҽ. ղɑցӀҽվ. ժҽժíϲɑԵҽժ. (ƒíӀíԹíղօ. ɾօՏҽ)
©ӀօղҽՏօʍҽ ԹօҽԵՏ. ԹօҽԵɾվ
If you can't read poem it reads

i.

O' omnipresent God
How blessed I am from thee;
How blessed I am,
With queen Jane's hand's
On marital opportunity.

ii.

O' invincible maker
I'll breatheth every last breath
With Reyna Jane in mine respects;
A crown upon her head I shalt deck
A ring to wed in wedded dress,
Transforming, making one
United moon's
Beneath the sun.
Wonder awe
Chosen one's
Tagalog-
Child play fun.
Vow's of harps
And striking Bell's.
The ocean's sway
Whilst heaven to dwell.
Free as soul's
Toppling hell.
Ocean turtles
With bright green shell's.
 Dec 2015
ryn
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O                                                                                  
•• i really don't see the need to                                
•• dictate•the way the dishes are                           
•• sorted in order in the sink •i                              
•• don't see the point in being                                
   •• irate• if the door creaks when you try to think•
    •• i can't tell apart between emotions you feel•sad-
   •• ness and disappointment, they look the same to
   •• me•i do not care  if it's mauve or teal•for good-
    •• ness sake, the  cushions...,  they look fine to me!!
    •• •well, i now wave my white flag and surrender
     ••                             • because all these  differences...
     ••                           don't matter at all•just know that
     ••                          i have sworn to love you forever•
••                                                      ­                          
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
                                        *even if you drive me insane
                                        and up the wall•
Concrete Poem 19 of 30

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