I'm staring at a fountain blue
It was what you decided to be
Throwing coins and wading too
I wondered if you noticed me
I don't know how long it will last
Something better happen soon
I can't live tied to a passing mast
Hoping for another harvest moon
I wondered if it would be enough
I watched the side of her face burn
Could she love when life was rough
Or does beauty ever take its turn
To hear you whisper after midnight
While your blinding colors sleep
Will tell me if you prefer the light
Where our confessions never meet

Our inner demons shout out
As we dance inside
A prelude to inner harmony
Or a doorway of unknowing
Imagine where we are
Can You?
Does uncertainty gather strength?
Or merely security
One and the same
Not so, not strength gathers
Security hinders

i.

The poet doth not loveth
In pocket-sized increment's;
The poet loveth
In lyrical abundance.

ii.

The sonneteer doth not dieth
For his or her amour' in natural death;
The bard's succumbing is purest loving
For their soulmate they perish every last breath.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Shall I differ or do I dare?
For the wind oh! oh!
It shall take me anywhere
Believe those embracing thoughts
For they do shine forth
And will shine with the gusto of heavy passion
And flare with the pathways that open many doors
New volumes of opportunity uplifting moods floor
The gears to a revitilizing breath of action

It seems the poorer man
Always writeth with word's
So rich;



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry