there is not just two sides to a coin
there is a front and a back(heads and tails)
then there is the outside circumference...

it circles the other two sides

Tropica, botanica of poetry's heaven,
Tropica, santonica that groweth so free;
Let thy pen jot down and stroke the cloud's
Carelessly....

Tropica, a basilica awaiteth thine thought's
I knoweth thou art down, lonesome and depressed
But so many careth for thy heart's pain and loss........

Tropica, friend of mine, sun that Shine's
Let the day for thee be anewed, paint the world blue
As thy tear's turneth from cloud's to rainbow's bright and loud;

Tropica, hepatica growing wildly and untamed, knoweth ourn creator is near, do not fear, nor dread, thine head's lingo is as beautification on display.

Tropica, let thy poetic melodica sing it's angelic sound, wherein when thou doth feeleth down, knoweth thou shalt always hath a friend in me, as god wilt guideth thee, in the fire and freeze.......

Tropica, art thou now smiling (:::::::::::::


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Tropica cheer up dedication/friendship dedication

In factual, and genuine amour'
It's not about what we canst recieveth back from one;
It shouldst not be about expecting anything back
In true amour,
We giveth ourn soul's and amare candidly,
And taking the risk;
Knowing, that we mightest not get that same amour' in return
Though we still do it,
Because we loveth them;
Whether they art a family member
Or a lover.
In evident love,
We giveth
Expecting nothing
In return....
That's what truest love
Shouldst be about;
Though I seest
That type of love is dying in the world
Sadly....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I withheld my breath as the shameful event appeared in front of me.
3 hearts died, yet their bodies were still standing.
How?
I learned, that one of those hearts had died long before this.
If I'd known, I might have saved him.
But my heart died too.
And unlike the others, my body gave.
Heavy, as it fell.
You can't catch yourself, I learned.

I cried a fearful tear as three hearts died.
Two bodies stood firm.
Their souls left weakened.
One the weakest
Until
His body died too.

I yearn for amour'
One like john and Yoko;
Forgetting the world
Around us....................


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry