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 Jul 2015 Kwanele
brandon nagley
Everyone wants to have
The look of the poet
Yet noone these day's,
Wants to be real poet's....
Everyone wants to be a rock star
Or movie star.
Or even an athlete.....
But the poet,
Is one not of this world...
A poet
Is one unearhtly
Celestial in his way's.....
A poet doesn't follow the paths of this world......
The poet followeth his soul,
Which cometh from God....
And no rock star
Or athlete,
Couldst match up to that....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015 Kwanele
Etude
Poles
 Jul 2015 Kwanele
Etude
I touch you
And you disappear
 Jul 2015 Kwanele
Love's divine
Sμsῦ, love is like Venice..yes it is
Italian Princess,that city in the sea
or is it on the sea? She is a beauty
for she was once Rome's sweety

Love is like River Thames
she binds two hearts that reason the same
like Oxford is to West London
you are to me and more

Love is when i miss you
I miss seeing you cook
our love is here forever
new and true like never
 Jun 2015 Kwanele
NV
cloud suicide.
 Jun 2015 Kwanele
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Jun 2015 Kwanele
M
a poet's death.
 Jun 2015 Kwanele
M
i fell from my dreams.
descended to the cold earth.
and was pulled six feet under.
.
.
.
.
.
.
my heart had stopped forever.
 Jun 2015 Kwanele
M
I
am lonely
with a vile mouth
wailing unspeakable lies
with sinister, lurking demons
whispering your hidden horrors
I
am lonely
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