I miss you, but really I miss myself I don't miss you at all.
You say all these things t keep me but really there isn't a single ounce of proof that you mean them.
I lost respect for myself in the presence of you. I shouldn't be scared of you but I am. You yell far too often and I don't want to think of what could come next. I want to say good bye but I don't want to break your heart I don't want you to stop having emotions. But I have to leave you
I feel sad, miserable even and I feel put on the back burner. You wouldn't really drop everything for me. So stop promising. I don't want to be around you anymore but I am scared to break your heart. I've been in those shoes. But I was just with you because you were there when no one else was but that's just because I knew you worshiped the ground I walked on.
We are toxic and I have to say good bye my darling.
You make me sad.

In Spring my feet shake ash
like pony in morning do
Race the sun to graze upon the
fruits bearing seed and drum
Hum an i tea cups of id i yums!

Is it love or is it lies?
Perhaps both, or neither,
Inflamed by need,
Quenched by self,
Swollen with desire.
Imagination fans the fire
Until the floorboards creak outside my door
- Then I brink for her no more.

i.

Mine Dame
Unfasten mine cream pigment barong;
Scuff the tiny button's, serenadeth me with Tagalog.

ii.

None need for baon
Where we shalt go is not strained by materialism;
This is not a place of Balaam.

iii.

Mother-naked, ourn quiddity's latched
None leviathan demonic's, no human electronic's;
Mine darling, hug closely, none murrain pain's to be hatched.

iv.

Mine foremost, drinketh with me
Amour's Buko juice as a toast;
A barkada of high-up angelic's to guide ourn ghost's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose

the whiteness of ghosts,
winter flowers,

songs of the night
falling through
the leaves,

the old dark ache
of the skies,

our love
naked in its seas.

i.

Buoyant, as bubbly toddler's, giggly as drunkard's on a midnight
Swoon. Though sober, ourn limb's limber, high as we osculate;
Her countenance is seductive, her saliva reproductive, none to crosseth ourn citadel; a playground carousel, ourn kid's to relate.

ii.

O' crème de la crème, the kalinaw that thou hast brought
The solace that I hath sought, awaiteth in thine intellect of light;
Beyond the grave's of death and fright, on a train, or just one
Flight, I shalt meeteth thee mine amare, between the bijou veil.

iii.

In novel's, In tale's, on bookshelves, in robust detail, when the fall
Arriveth, and the winter enter's, when Hades breaketh loose;
As the universe loses it's center, and the Cosmos goes to blood, as the planetoid's faileth, a letter in the mail, mine heart sail's.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry founder.

When all else faileth
Let me and thine own amour queen Jane;
Powerfully prevaileth.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
©Lonesome poets poetry

the world is so backward
being forward puts you behind
looking upward, toward the heavens
hoping to find an outward shine