If I ever get where I want to be,
I'd like to be forgotten,
To never be recognized;
To just exist without an existence...
So that I can feel alive where I stand
With every breath, sound, touch;
So that I can witness the world
In all it's entirety
Without standing behind a screen of an identity...
To taste the colors with my eyes
And appreciate the eternity of the world
Without a barrier of an illusioned existence--
*For I won't exist any more,
And all barriers would, therefore, have been forfeit..

a thousand kisses is what a ****** wishes,
inflicted with tongues of visions,
of picket fences and living.
But that's just day dreaming shxts man.

Sometimes I just like to look at the walls, at least they will actually listen to me.
It seems their better friends than other humans.

Grades better now at school
Check
Bills payed up
Check
Hair cut fresh check
Clothes washed check
Forgot to get car fixed which leads me to I actually didint do any of this stuff I'm out of luck . this ***** *******

WELCOME
To planet earth;
Abode of the free willed
Of men whom ****, land of the cursed.

GREETING'S
From planet technology;
Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves
They loveth ******, horror, dreary scene's, noone else.

BONJOUR
A message to anyone who seeith;
A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's;
Gang's, mob's, political master's.

CHAÍRETE
Cometh on in, greedy men
Get greedier;
Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin.

KUMUSTA
Don't forget to view ourn land;
Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's;
Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand.

HOLA
No need to rescue us
No time left, were doomed with demonic consent
This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust.

HELLO
Art thou ready for the end soon;
As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's
Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room.

WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
A PLACE OF SIN;
STITCHED IN AT BIRTH...........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Three times today a fast food meal
I'm feeling like a trucker on the road, don't understand how a trucker can do it eating this much in one day, but it's way to good to pass up three burgers from Wendy's in one day. You got me Wendy's you got me. Though if I die from a heart attack from all three of your meals today at least give me a Wendy's tribute at my funeral.

When no one
pays attention
to your soulful
sad story.

I just seeketh
For mine queen to be happy;
To be smiling and laughing
Lord, I beseech thee, to taketh her pain's, stick them on me.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Rolling seas of amber-gold,
Chocolate trunks with scarlet leaves.
Vibrant yellows, flaming oranges
Like the embers of a fire dying.
The winds have changed,
The birds fly south.
For Summer's heat
Has come and gone.
The days are shorter,
The nights are growing.
A cold, crisp Breeze
Nips my nose.
It lifts my hair
And chills my neck.
I close my eyes
And breathe it in.
Whispers of forgotten warmth,
Fleeting thoughts of green and blue.
A peaceful mem'ry...
A soothing dream...
Cause now I see
Rolling seas of amber-gold,
Chocolate trunks with scarlet leaves.
Vibrant yellows, flaming oranges.
Like the embers of a fire dying.

Why must the tortured
ice their darkened, bitter cakes
with pretty frosting?

She's the light
That leadeth the way;
She's the prayer
By which I pray.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication