they dress up the dead.

he doesn't move from his place of peace
savors the incense's aromatic bliss
adorned with flowers robed in white
ready to take off for the final flight.

the mourners breathe in whispers low
head bowed down cheeks wet in flow
muffled sobs seek shoulder's rest
bid adieu pray soul be blessed.

*this morn i found one chick dead cold
born too in a cage a few days old
the lone mourner of a severed bond
i picked it up and threw to the pond!

i

I shalt abideth on her seafoam tongue
To prance thither wherein her enchantment floods
This body do I attend to her, this mind set on her way's.

ii

Consecrate me upon thine Jasper smoothies
Where thine pumping box is a Ruby
Feeling me out, and ******* me on in.

iii

The enchantment wilt forever last
I shalt maketh thee a poem of amour'
A dedication of ourn rapport
As the ticket is only handed out, to me and thou.........
Special invite only.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

Things get broken
Hearts
Minds
It's no-one's fault
It never is
Not really
Butter fingers and distraction
Without malice or forethought
Things
Like hearts and minds
Slip
And shatter on hard contact with reality

We think that  
when a lover inflates his loved one
he or she is failing to acknowledge their  flaws...

"Love is blind" we say ...
but it may be the other way around

You see ...

Love allows a person to see
the true angelic nature of another,
their halo,
the aureole of divinity.

Love permits
an extrasensory capability of looking deeper into the soul.

And for that reason,
Genuine love
could not be blind.