Young man only thirteen high before his dream's
Taking doses of everything,
Painpill here, something there, a few Soma's in between....

Daddy shouldn't of left out
His first bottle there to begin with,
Yet daddy gave his son those pills
Sin's the son must live and tryeth to forget...

And now the sky falls
The earth to the boy quakes,
Yet now a man he seeith all
All the lies,pain , and heartbreak

He found it out the hard way
Making deal's in alleyway scene's,
To many false Lovers to him
They all telleth tales to maketh him believe...

And so he continues to swallow down his white pills
Just to feel some reality, wherein nothing else seemeth real!!!
And though those round thing's aren't authentic, he does it from the pain, of all the farce one's that cometh again and again....

So he couldn't take none more,  that he got
Trapped in a nightmare, of numbed out demonous plot....
He took a few last white tabs, swallowed them down,
He blasted his music inside his room, blocked the door so he couldnt be found.....

Took his belt, from his closet door, Wrapped it around his neck
Couldn't get no genuine amare from noone, the next life out did he check..
.. As the invalidated he left behind to them a note, mum and dad and everyone, this life I didst not hope....

So his soul clicked, snapped outta his shirt, he fleweth away like a bird, only in his young age, a shock for everyone, for him they hadst no words..... Now he was a ghost!!!

Their only word's were they were soo sad he hadst taken this way out, now at themselves they were mad, because it was them be was talking about..
How they hadst forgotten him, and all the stuff he hadst told... He was a young angel, who so young gave up soul...

The boy who died a man, payeth a visit every now and then,
He stoppeth in with the other suicide's of were hurt and heartbroken....
And up above the man canst seeith the Heartbreakers still break,
Thinking in his mind he forgives them now, though their still fake.

And yet though their fake, he intercedes to God for them in prayers.
Because he's a true seraphim, he didn't even belong here...
His character is unlike them, he was the truest to come around,
And now the other's wilt knoweth the jewel whom they hadst let down...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I told mi amour' this morning
I didint want love no more
And that I didint believe in it anymore....
As I told her these things
I felt the pain ripple from her soul,
Not realizing at the moment what I just did.
I realized at the last moment
I said all these things from mine own
Depression,
Fear's of losing her,
Mixed with the demon's around here telling me different..
Because people don't realize,
Demonic forces and being's art real ( as mi amour' doth knoweth)
And they canst maketh thee depressed, hurt, angry, think things we normally wouldn't think at anytime.....
So to mi amour',
I'm sorry mine love for telling thee I didint want love no more
And saying I didint want to be with noone no more...
Fact is I want thee,
I need thee, as thou knoweth,
I'm in LOVE with thee to mine soul, from mine head to mine toes,
To mine eyes, dripped to mine bones ..... Thou art mine all, life and world .. I just wanna know I'm thine only one.. Even though just friend's ... When I start thinking the way I did today, just please as you'd want from me.. Shut me up, telleth me thou loveth me and thou only wanteth me, and If thou canst for now on... Showeth me thy all..  I beg for It. I needeth it..  I yearn for it. And thee to... Everyone knoweth were in love... Everyone except Maby a few. I just want thy all, so please forgive me for acting as I did mi amour', thou art mine only girl...
Mine ocean
Thou art mine sea
I am thou,
Thou art me...
I loveth thou
Thou needeth me,


Please forgiveth me....
Mi amour'.....

For that just wasn't who I am to say all those thing's this morning,For I'm the biggest romantic out there.. Lol doth thou really think I'd tell someone ( meaning thee) I don't want love and don't believeth in it no more??? Not me!!!!!!! Not who I am!!!
The demon's that cometh around ...
Influence in the worst way,



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry....

If I couldst paint mine love for mi amour', in picture form
Their wouldn't be enough paint for the picture....
That's how much love for her I have....






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

To the messy table we left after our dinner dates,
I always leave veggies on my plate;
Coz you know how much I hate them,
then you'll tell me, with a smile, to eat them.

To the all the places we used to go,
filled with smoke, from both our lungs and so;
Then we'll both promise to begin to stop,
At the end, I'm the only one who made it to the top.

To those new faces we knew,
from my friends, down to you;
I hoped for something that'll last,
didn't know it would be fast.

*All were the same, no one begged to stay.
It's like a routine, over and over again.
I wish I still have the strength to say,
but sorry, my heart lived with pain.

Chick-peas oh chick-pea come back and grab your squirter because I know the juice in the apple is being squeezed like a mellamuffin

To ease her pain's,
I shalt taketh the knife, that's in her heart,
And stab it into mine
Over, and over, and over again.  



©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry

To bring her back to life,
I shalt layeth down mine own...




©brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

A true poet
Rich with his words,
Broke with no money...







©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Fair maid, your beauty sleeps on marble stone,
Yet warm spring color drapes upon your breast,
Whose rise and fall like splendoured kingly throne
Would overthrow all doubt you are at rest;
How delicate, how soft each gentle sip
Of morning air delighting of your tongue,
Playfully dancing over your sweet lips,
Flitting away to voice your slumbered song;
How sound you sleep, your tranquil dreams expressed
By chest upheaved in rhythms, gaily dressed.

Far far beyond awaking, do you roam
With kindred spirits through a leafy glade?
Nymphs born of elder days welcome you home
To bathe in springs beneath old forest shade;
They sing of love for when the world was young,
When forests grew unhindered o'er the land,
When each new day was blessed by endless sun,
When fertile earth knew naught of desert sand:
Your voice rejoiced to join their merry cheer,
My ears rejoiced with every song they hear.

Fair maid, I wonder will you e'er return,
Or will the dreaming keep you for its own?
My eyes behold your beauty, yet they yearn
For tho' you are still here, I am alone;
Bid farewell to the forests, to your kin,
Bid farewell to each cool refreshing stream,
Return to wear the beauty of your skin,
Your kin will wait in some forever dream:
But now I pray you'll wake, return to me,
To see the dreams my eyes reflect of thee.

Deepest desires,
Wishes not fulfilled...
Casting a loving spell
Numbing one like pills...
Farce doctrine
Spread between the line's
No if's, and's, or questions,
To release one from their mind...
Just a life of happiness
That spits from the tongue,
A lounge do I seeketh
Wherein all canst be kisses and hugs...
Blood runs deep,
But with water it doth well.
I shalt climb the devil's dune
And smile as I will...
I won't be held back
By a fake countenance of laugh's,
I've seen prison cells
Far better than that....
Ill keep mine shoulders aligned
And move on ahead .
I was here once before
Amongst the living I was dead...
Yet none noticed me, because I was crystalline
So I passed on through..
I wilt be in mine abode again
Wherein all canst be as they art, and all art absolute!!!


©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry