It was when I realized that I would never be able to intoxicate you with myself, that the glass broke.
When I found out that I would never be able to replace the toxics that you like flowing oh so lovingly down your gentle throat.
That I would never be able to addict you to the drugs that I claim to be, as that is not in my hands.
That I would never be able to explore your mouth, while soothingly dripping down from your lips while you let me play with your tongue.
That I would never be able to accomplish what a glass of ***** could.
Oh, how much do I ache to be that.
A weakness.
The one you visit in your need for courage.
In your times of sorrow and happiness.
A constant. A liability.
Something you just can't resist.
Someone to make your cold soul feel intimidated.
Because honey, wouldn't it be something to be the one to make your insides burn?
**- Aks, Naked Emotions

I love science
But I wish I still wondered
why the sky is blue

I adore silence
but i wish innocence
can still be heard

In the serenity
I didn't choose
In the questions
i was forced to conclude

On a lazy fading summer.
Upon the sleeping flowing streams.
Hear the beating of the drummer
Within young hearts deep in our dreams

Distant and near and soft and loud
See them marching bravely by
Young and handsome in the clouds
Marching to a field to die.

Far and near in wars forgotten
Tiny crosses where they are lain
Young and handsome dead and rotten
Never to come home again

Hear the soulful bugles cry
Red flowing on the battleground
See teardrops in a mothers eyes
As youth lies wasted without a sound.

"When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred"**
After being hurt so badly
I had given up on love
On any hope of being happy
I started to hate myself
Because there must be something
Wrong with me
I'm the reason people leave
I'm not good enough
I hated  the thought of being in love
The world seems empty
Without someone to love
So I'll keep risking it
I'll keep hating
Someday I'll get it right

You and I are suspended over the Rhine.
Soon we will be lost to the North Sea with a bottle of wine.
While contemplating your life’s chores,
You drank yourself to death behind closed doors.
A Prince, a Count, privileged guest, prisoner, slave, or pet.
All in the same like a preset cassette.

Earl Jane
The deliverer;
Bringing heaven to earth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication