I am the collateral damage
Of a riddled, war-torn heart.
Open your borders
That I may find refuge.

Freebie's are not
Me, I'm a hardworking
mujer. I take what I can
Get, I give my heart from
What I bet, I leave past behind
And do forget, the crime's of other's
Of fateful mess, but I do my best if
Someone else don't like, it's OK I'm
Fine, I'll be alright, because on when I
Shine, I will pass the other's who do not
My heart was broken long ago, now it's better
I've grown some, I have lost a little, gained some.
Tossed a light extra baggage to the side, sweet twenties,
For some a year for parties, nightclubs and the fake life.
Twenties for me is ballerina and me, my daughter, and I hope
To be somebody's wife.

i.

O' heavenly host
Entwine to mine
Ghost.

ii.

O' empyrean
Pure pedestrian
Of Elohim.

iii.

O' throne bearer
Protector from terror
And fear.

iv.

O' Earl Jane Nagley
Mine life
Mine wife.

v.

O' mine soulmate
Mine heart gate
To yahweh.





©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication \filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry

"Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile."*

Generally he was
one part bourbon,
two parts charm,
greeting the world
with a handful
of **** ups
and a mouthful
of apologies
which were
usually accepted
because wit and
a smile will
take a young man
farther than
you might think.

  ~mce