The graveyard was melting
in the shadows of nightfall.
Darkness and death
are my fear my kryptonite.
Yet I walked inside the iron gate
creaking like old bones.

I needed to find you
I know you lived here now.
I could feel our friendship
still calling me.
In all the darkness.
I saw a tiny light
a small  flickering flame.
It was on your headstone.
I knew it was yours.
Your mother had lit a candle
for you today.

I knelt down and kissed
the granite headstone
with your name glowing in golden filigree
I did not kneel in prayer
it was too late for that.
Only whispering
“Hello my old friend”
quietly so no other
ghost can hear me.
I tossed on a playlist
from the old days.
And sat down with my best friend
for a chat like always.

Remember we were almost thirteen.
We got detention for refusing to
stop wearing black everything.
and wearing black lipstick?
We knew were special then
more than girlfriends
More than sisters
we were us forever love.

We learned how to drink cheap wine.
Get drunk together and get over hangover.
You taught me to smoke
until I was green and sick.
Remember college we got out of that boring
home town with a single traffic light.
We danced partied and learned ***.
Experimented with drugs it was crazy

I don’t know how we survived.
You were filled with hidden sickness
I was to the brim crazy.
But we did.
We made it.

At twenty two we got better
You moved away and I went home.
I heard you married a woman.
Why did you never tell me you were gay?
I would have married you in a heartbeat.

I called you to get together for a reunion.
Bring your wife I said.
But you were already
starting to leave this world.
I met a friend in coffee shop the other day.
She told me you were gone
I asked gone where?
She looked at the floor just GONE.
So here I am sweetie.

Do you remember anything that day?
Except the sudden chest pain
The lack of oxygen.
Did you remember me?

That’s when my grief came
Like never before.
tears wetting the granite stone.
You know I always have loved you.
And it’s just not the same in crazyville
without you.

As if in answer to me
The moon peeped from behind a cloud.
And shone onto us in a beam.
I kissed her farewell
Whispering I love you honey.
And walked away into the darkness
Of a changed world.

i.

O'
Timely
Apricity;

ii.

Mayest thou
Warm, and blanketeth
Me; as a neonate, as
Thou shalt gorgonize
Me, from within the space,
Ourn embracing is a cataract,
Of heavied chime-together laced.

iii.

Thine speak is comely, Concord
To mine earshot; the copse is
Surrounding, none manor
Needed, just the coney's,
With the delightful tree's,
veneering ourn cot.

iv.

Exhaling all ourn woes
And sorrow's, as if none
Tommorrow; None haste,
And none distaste, house-
Leeks groweth whilst the
Flaxen colored roses follow.

v.

O' oriental Apricity
I'm cold mine lass,
I'm freezing fast;
This winter day
Hath chilled mine
Soul, I needeth thine
Fire-place, to heateth these bones.
Though far-flung, away on stretched water's.
I'm awaiting for thee, mine queen, O' Apricity,
I'm awaiting O' queen, mine swart of the sea, thou holdeth the lock, tis I hath the key, here thou goeth amour', open it up, flyeth on through-setteth me free.



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

The pain never goes away
How can it when you were one so dear
It has been decades, still I think of you daily, still wish you near
I still hear your voice, even though it's sound is diminished in its tenor
I still feel your hands upon mine
soft as ever

You came to me three nights after you left
In a dream it was, I'll never forget
There was I sitting in a chair,
people surrounding me, but none knew I was there
I stood to speak to those with whom were in the room
None could see me, none heard my words
Then you appeared, healthy and full of life
You spoke to me as though in life
You told me to not fear and that all would be well
You were happy now, no longer ill.
You told me then to wake and no longer be sad
You said one day we'd see each other
One day again

You haven't come to me since that dream
I wonder why it is
I miss you so much brother dear
I have so much to tell
I love you still and my heart still hurts
Though the scars hide it well

As a kid your parents always tell you not to go in the deep end till you can swim.
But not mine, she threw me in, told me sink or swim.
Oh how I sank like a 90 pound rock.
Oh how I hit the bottom with bone breaking force.
Oh how I tried to scream but was welcomed with lungs full of water.
Oh how she turned her back, to busy to care.

I died that day, the thing that swam up was in fact not me, she began to welcome it with open arms...

Till she shoved it back down too,