Don’t compare yourself to others. Compare yourself to the person you were yesterday.

A message in a bottle
Hope within glass
Set upon relentless seas
With a vague destination
And no preparation
But the desperate wish
To connect with a stranger
You will never touch
And yet you struggle
To speak to your neighbour

This lonely pen
Writeth lonesome word's
I see the end
Of everything on shore
Yet the luminescence tis coming
Wherein one shalt stand by mine side
No two to be next to me
Just one glorified,
I do not need other's
To come in between
Mine heart grips, rips
Shackles and screams
To the dead of the dusk
And the first of the day
Mine eyelids shut
This brawn glimmer doth fade
I'm ready for new
Not the same old same
I've passed through
The conduit's of shame
I've been lashed
Thrashed to mine core
Shadow's follow
Me upon distant plore
I rattle mine Scriptures
To the newbies whom come
I giveth sight
To the deaf, blind, and dumb
With them I run
Wherein the rainbow's art seen
I live for today
In an ablaze of rings....

©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley

The espiridion is existant in the bright of the dawn
The achak meanderer's wear clarion tunic's
Whilst their lips art muted
To afterlife song's...
Their hair unseen
Though floweth long,
They cometh in thy dream's
Sometimes in scream's,
Sometimes to the good...
Their lost,
Misunderstood
No cost
Couldst giveth them new good's....
Sometimes their Ahriman
Disguised as good warrior's,
Though the arcangel Gabriel
Lends his sword to the spiritual border's...
Tyrents come steadily
As ready the ghost's art,
Though much protection surrounds me
When I'm alive...
And when this baggage depart's....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

She voyaged
to the cusp of my being
as I exhaled into her
magnolia skin.
Sans chart
sans compass

she knew me by the moon
and stars only
she knew me by the tide
of my breathing
by the pull of the winds

And I fold like the waves
to her touch
and I fold like feather-tips
in the catch of her gaze
I sink under in her ocean
as wild men in a diving-bell.

and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my wonder for her

and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my
love of her

wandering aimlessly through the halls
or tears in the bathroom stall
did anyone see her fall?
no, no one at all
she's not that tall
you see the way she hides between the walls
it's not ok
what you say makes her feel like ****
you would never admit
so she stays alone
it's easier than let them know

I'm really not a poet
But I do love to write
My words are pretty simple
And that exemplifies my life

I've never chased a dollar
But hard work's a faithful friend
Let no one think "he's lazy"
When the light of day's at end

Everything I've ever wanted
Live between these walls
And if I slip a little bit
I've a few good friends to call

Darkness had nothing for me
Just left me lonely, cold, and black
I learned to count my blessings
Not curse the things I lack

I believe in Christian values
But I don't always do what's right
I just do my best, repent the rest
And keep walking in the light