A normal man
Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed;
A poetic man wilt recite
Poetry in his dying breathe's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

A poet is A Poet

when A Will to Write

Another one is Mightier

then A real work to be Done.

I gave all that I was to withhold what we created,
but nothing filled that clear glass of ours,
which we both secretly peered through
but ignored what was lingering on the other side
The reddest of wines could not cloud the vessel
to shield our eyes from our sad reality
nor stain it enough to conceal the denial we housed
Water was all that was poured into this goblet,
wishing it was made from precious crystals,
as an effort to cleanse what was
to prevent what inevitably is

A Prayer in the Storm
By
Jude Kyrie

You are new unblemished
from all of life’s torrents.
Your sweet eyes
absorbing your new world.
Like an astronaut
landing upon a strange planet.
Full of wonder bemusement
Fears and joys.

The storm outside
builds on the wild prairie.
Thunder roars in the distance.
Your window open
lace curtains
billowing like a spinnaker.

The cold front fills the room
As I hold your
tiny body to me.
Your mouth milk soured
Your soul
singing in innocence.

I feel the need to protect you
From the storm now
and those to come
in your life ahead.
The ones which will
tear at your heart.
breaking it in two.

I feel the shame
of the waste
of my own life.
And turn your face from it.

I say a prayer of favour to
the heavens
And speak it out loud for you.
To enter into your heart
never to forget this
blood earned lesson.

Live with joy
in your soul
My angel
And never leave
those things that I have
left undone.

People scare me.  They change their minds so quickly.  One moment it's "I love you" and "you make me happy" and the next it's "I'm not sure anymore" and "this isn't what I want".

I am broken, I been through some hardships.
I have felt earthly love and lost it as well.
I felt lonely, alone, and lost as well in my life.
But I have felt true love as well from God.
I may feel lonely at times but our God is real hope.
As long as there is hope there is life within you.
I yet know that is there a chance to have it.
A normal life with a woman that was chosen for me.
At the very beginning of the creation of the earth.

When you write please tell me about your eyes,
How they look in the clear night skies,
Or the hot sunny days.
Ask others what they see,
and then tell me,
Because I'm desperate to remember,
You see i'm forgetting the very thing,
that held me together.

I loved of milk stains from overflowed cereal bowls,
like too much love was the problem with you and I,
and not that you didn't grab a bigger bowl,
for all the love I wanted to pour out.

but like stains they fade away,
into backgrounds becoming nothings,
of somethings,
that were all once one thing,
worth the energy of the other side of what used to be,
but not everyone gets to be blown away by you,
others will do away with you,
leaving you.
to fade into the tables and become one,

you look at what you once had,
new milk fills the bowl never overstepping in things of love,
overspilling the love,
like you did,
and you'd cry if you weren't dried out.

and you look,
at what happiness they both have,
something you wished to of haved for the both of you,
and it tears your heart in two,
and you may cry on the inside,
but find it in your mind
that your heart may be broken,
but you need to let them fly,
and love,
for you couldn't love right,

and in that moment,
you shut your little milk stained eyes,
the right way to die,
is with tears of forgiveness,
and to remember and move on from the past,
and as you release a single dried out tear,
all of you fade into the background as if you were never there,
leaving no trace,
but your single dried out milk stain tear,

Do not call me when I am drunk
Words of love may reach your ears but do not blush because you are not who they are for,
Do not come to me when I am drunk,
Hand in hand we may dance, I may pull you closer and feel her,
Thorns and flowers appear the same to me when I am drunk
The ****** may hurt but let it
the rose is worth all the pain that this world has to offer
Do not follow me when I walk away
the footsteps I will leave behind will only lead to sleepless nights,
I will stagger through aisles, through dark alleys and reach the highway where it all ended
My world darkened as her blood ran black, as her ashes drifted and vanished in the river under the cruel winter sun
How many beloveds have you devoured?- I asked the highway

Do not worry,
This experiment won't take long,
We will come back to where we belong,
To the high we call sanity
He said it was the fruit of knowledge that gave us mortality
Thin man, grey beard
It was the truth that he feared
It was written in his eyes, Bold and CLEAR
He said god gave us love just to teach us what pain is
But,do you know what hate is?
She looked into my eyes and looked through
Like she knows me but, does not want to
And its true
She's closed the window from where I once flew
Or that's what she has made me believe,
He said,"you are what you believe you are"
But do you know how far is too far?
I can see the stars, the sun and the moon,
The hills decked with clouds,
The mountains draped in white,
He said gods don't play dice
So I asked them to apologize for the poems that my pen cries
Let us mourn for the love that once was,
The music that this world once played for us
We were like the two ends of the same rainbow
Miles away but one
'we', once meant she and I
Now the word hurts
I can see us in the clouds drifting apart,
The rivers lost in the oceans,
The mountains flushed down,
And in the tears that could once melt hearts
She wants a world where I don't exist
So I pushed a knife inside her heart to set her free
And he laughed