the river flows into
the night,
stars parade,
ghosts of the air
chant strange songs,
the flowers once
spellbound
close with the breath
of the moon,
floating
i am a ghost too.

It's quiet,
I stare out the window,
you walk up,
clear skies turn to storms.

You're dangerous,
your touch turns me to stone,
you're as cold as ice,
never feeling remorse.

Now you walked away,
the skies are still dark,
and the air around me is silent,
and my heart broken.

i.

Mine being
Mine breath;
Mine brio
Mine best.

ii.

Mine esprit
Mine verve;
Mine sentience
Mine healing herb.

iii.

Mine impulse
Mine vivacity;
Mine vitality
Mine Filipino pure goddess recipe.

iv.

Mine tower
Of hope;
Mine Cosmos
Telescope.

v.

Mine earl
Mine Jane;
Mine Mrs nagley
With thee I am one, with thee we art twain.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/mine life dedication

I have taken
my life apart
many times
to understand it,
but it never
fits back
together quite
the same.

Always those
few pesky parts
left over.

   ~mce

"Real Love"

All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all they really were doing
Was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone

It's real love
It's real, yes it's real love
It's real

From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love

Don't need to be afraid
No need to be afraid

It's real love
It's real, yes it's real love
It's real

Thought I'd been in love before,
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone

It's real love
Yes it's real, yes it's real love
It's real, yes it's real love...

©Earl Jane nagley song dedication

~
The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

She's in the kitchen
(close the door)
just mixin' up some metaphor;
a true conundrum
through and through
and through to me and thus to you.

Her humble hunger
(forest's slumber)
thunders 'neath a wilting tune;
tuned to too many
to count without
a thought within.

She must profess
(but shall confess)
to any who will listen;
closely she holds
a tragic history
mostly mystery to most.

She solves my soul
(I deny that hole)
which she still fills;
overflowing always
with such unrelenting joy
that is My Love.