I'm Worried About America

It's a great place
Everything is so convenient

And we are used to a certain way
Of Life

And people need to understand
Our economy is in big trouble
Big, big trouble

Please be aware

saw your shinning face
In the same old place
On that lonely day
When you go away
I wonder why
You always have to lie
When I'm still here
With my memory and fear
I feel a deep pain
Because I know you will never love me again
I still feel sad
I can give you all I had
I give you my heart and soul
I will be there If you call
I will give you my all
I don't know what to do
Or where shall i go
Where do i belong


Old write when me and wife had bad time in past

In traffic trying to think of a better way to get around this,
But dude sometimes just wanna hit the car in front of me, though wouldn't do that.

What gets me throbbed the most

Being at work and getting news that sets me off
Such sorrowful work hours left this is gonna be a long day

Just got the worst news possibly I could have gotten and it gets me angered to know why it happened. Disgruntled isn't even the word I should use, just more in sorrow from such news. What to do what to do but stew in sorrow right now

Headed down 90 before the way to the sweat box then what did I see out of the two way split. I saw a McDonald's sign in the clear that read to me three double cheeseburgers for one dollar
And ten cents so I stop to get me the three promised and **** they had told me the sign was wrong that the woman who did it
Should have put three for THREEDOLLARS! Mixed up, I'd say, give woman a break? Yes, but now no good and have to eat the bagged good's at the companies dispense now.    Great. Thank you mckie d's for the three for a buck ten more like a buck plus two

As this carrion inhale's me into the dusk
Mine soul exhales, a celestial whiff of dust;
And for me this absolute feeling, of love's a must
Like a rocket ascending, letting off full force ******.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Pinions of sorrow
Flapping on;
Like none tommorrow





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Sometimes the bitter
Is extremely bitter
And they love to bitter
Not better,
There selves.

Face turning blue

What are you gonna do?

Breath and heart stopping
Now Look at you

Everything you live for is now gone

And everyone who loved you will see you

For the ******* that you are.