Ashland is a small town
on a small planet, in an
ever expanding universe.
The people here are bitter
and so is their spit, from
full-flavored cigarettes
and diluted kisses spun
from the lips of significant
others, that didn't listen to their
mothers, and married because of
irresponsible reasons, like personality,
respect, love, and other, 'Jesus, **** me
the **** now, so help me.'

Abstract thought is dangerous--
to the mind it's cancerous.
Alone and thinking about
melancholy shaped memories or
kisses that would echo through
your lungs, stomach, ******* soul.
Don't do it. Don't you invite the devil,
killing yourself is so concrete, it must
mean more than a concrete floor,
hovering above a rumored hell and a
definite uncertainty so delicate that it
eats into you with its sensitive meandering
disguised as beauty but, really, a violent,
violent, murderous host, hoax, fake but
eating your superficiality, programmed by
someone else, telling you it's you.

Ashland is a small town,
aren't we all a small town, inwardly.

Anodyne eye's
Narcotic lip's;
Analgesic kisses
Tranquilizer hip's.
Soporific eyebrow's
Lashes Heavensent;
Skin anesthetic,
Relieving me of
Death. Morphine
Amour', ***** bliss,
Painkiller door's; to
Thine soul I feedeth.
Thy voice a sedative,
Thine hair calmative,
As thy nose maketh
Me warm when I'm cold,
As an expensive wine, or
neuroleptic. I'm higher then
The universe, inside of thy
psyche; it's cozy there, none
Place to compare, I'm at home,
Simply: wherein all is right.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley (Filipino rose) dedication

If hearts can fly
     To find the wind of longing,
Then wings, why grow from her back?
Why not embrace her, for me,
Warm her and wipe those tears away?
     Why not seal love?
Why close the distance still,
And toil, tire and shed
Just to encircle us both?
     Why not seal love, light
          And forget me?

               Why defeat the darkness?*

© 2015 J.S.P.

At first I did love you,
but then the rain caught up.
Always thinking of you,
laying dormant on your crest.
To drink until you blurred,
until as velvet as the mist.

When I grow up, I'll be cool.
Smoke until my lungs float.
Drink until my body's a pool.
Think of people with three felonies,
singing the same penitiary melodies.
Think of girls that said no,
love that diminishes
while a fetus grows.

I'll think of my dad growing up
under a different circumstance.
Think if my mom could hear,
she'd probably like to dance.
Think of my grandpa and my brother,
one isolating, one with too much love--
I wish it'd smother
me, under a Christmas tree,
whispering, 'I wish I could give more,
but all I have is me.'

At first I did love you,
but the frame spills metal guts.
Always thinking of you,
the way your eyes, wide shut.
To think of a turn,
I watched it blur,
the glass shattered.
The paramedics mimicked me,
lifting me up,
'What's the matter?'

When I grow up, I'll be dope.
Find a nice blond and maybe elope.
Shake into her what was stirred into me,
and tell her not to mistake it for chemistry.
And bleed no more, so she doesn't believe,
that there used to be a weaker me,
but it's hard to control a certain circumstance--
like, what if my mom wished to dance?

Cut my tongue out
Of
My
Mouth
Lay me
Down
Upon your
Couch.
Make amor
Until I fall
Out.

i.

Thou alway's
Sayest;
Thou art not enough;

ii.

Thou alway's sayest
Thou doth
Not do much;

iii.

Thou alway's
Sayest;
I couldst do better.

iv.

Hush mine love
Thou art good enough;
To thee, mine queen,
This is thy love letter.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

OK so this isn't a poem, just mine queen Earl Jane also known as can you hear me on hello poetry or just earljane on her profile mine lover keeps saying she isn't beautiful.. She keeps calling herself ugly which is far from the truth!!! So this is a little survey just to prove to her since she won't believe mine words on how beautiful elegant gorgeous attractive **** she is!!not just on the outside of her flesh which men btw skin doesn't matter inside does.  But anyways just taking a survey for anyone who sees Jane's beauty on the outside to hit like and sees Jane's beauty on the inside to hit like!! For you who don't know Jane she's the Filipino queen in mine pic next to me... Thanks for reading...

Brandon Nagley....

i.

Gyrating on the foam of love,
Ancient aisle's of white;
Passageway's, of midday
Blaze, mine queen and I
Art high in flight; we shalt
Maketh amour', in unknown
Door's, we entereth on inside;
We connect, on glory's speck,
In chariot's we blossom, on
Twilight rise;

ii.

Dancing gypsies, united eye's,
Cloud's with sun, rainbow shine.
Perfect harmony, O' wondrous
Heaven, she's the half of me, the
All of me, the number of God's
Daughter, the number seven;

iii.

Fulfilled I am, pleased the more-
With mine Reyna, O' Jane, O' Jane,
Mi-amour', I'll taketh that journey,
To thine Asian shore's, with a bed
Of silk, with gate's as door's; with
Pearl's that shineth, and rubies
the more- friendship, soulmateism,
On prism's that evince, who careth
Of the world mine lass, or whether
Their convinced; we shalt leaveth
Print's, of ourn hand's and feet,
They shalt discover ourn love,
In a treasure map keep. And
Whilst the globe sleepeth, we
Shalt be making amare; as newborn's
In a thunderstorm, the rain of passion
Strokes ourn hair.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)