once upon one time I had finery
I had Pac Man and a Ps2
I had a computer fast as lightning
that downloaded all the latest games
played them without a pause
and a silk robe to lounge around in
a virtual girlfriend, an I phone that
all my friends drooled over ,
Fifty Gigs of internet Wifi connectivity
and  no need for a job, then my wifi
and phone and Rent-a-Center sent me bills,
and even Fingerhut cut me off. Now I am working at Mc D's.

shall I vote for knowing all of them
have a trail following them of unethical taking
contributions from some rich *******
who might grab them at anytime by the *****
and squeeze 'em
oh yeah  
hillary  of course.

I’ve never been good
At hiding emotions I feel.
I’m not Superman
And Superman isn’t real!

I’m not Superman
And you’re not Lois Lane
We’re not invulnerable
And insensitive to pain.
I can’t read minds
Or see through walls.
And I really can’t fly,
I’m not super at all.

I’ve never been good
At hiding emotions I feel.
I’m not Superman
And Superman isn’t real!

When looking for flattery
It does no good to fish.
I’m not a bottle genie
That grants every wish.
I do the best I can
To give you want you ask
But if I fail, it might not be
A very reasonable task.

I’ve never been good
At hiding emotions I feel.
I’m not Superman
And Superman isn’t real!

So names will not hurt me
But sticks and stones will.
Maybe I’m not the guy
That perfectly fits the bill.
Maybe I should let you
Permit yourself to go free
And the same time you
Would then release me

I’ve never been good
At hiding emotions I feel.
I’m not Superman
And Superman isn’t real!

Dear love,
Bear with me. My soul has been to hell and back. My brain is clouded by the sting of the pain. I want to love and feel. But all that I am is hate. My soul is broken but I attempt to light a candle and build a sun anyways. Yet the chill of the wind whisks it away. I can not tell you what's worse, I am either drowning in the ocean or starving in the desert. There is no in between. I am fighting a loosing battle and can not see the end of the tunnel.
Dear love, bear with me.

This is when it gets scary
My darker thoughts
I know what I want to be
Joy and peace
And peace and love
And love
And love
Love

But the world fights against me
My minds starts to slipping
Into a realm
Of fire and pain
And pain and loss
And loss
Of light
And hope

My dark thoughts
That I'm afraid to even admit to myself
For fear that admittance
Is acceptance

And I couldn't **** myself
But there is always suicide by cop

O' bygone poet's,
For where hath
Thou gone;

O' bygone poet's,
I keepeth thee alive;
In mine poetic song's.

O' archaic poet's,
Arise from thy
sepulchre;

O' archaic poet's,
Hath thou gone
Lost; massacred.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry