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a state or condition
of which
this whole **** world
is being put
in the pocket
of your heart
being hard to breath
hard to move

©IGMS
emptiness weights most.
it's everywhere
though no eyes can see
but it can be felt
sometimes blissful
sometimes mournful
no genius can grasp the existence of it
no one could comprehend
it's beyond perception
it's complex
it takes place everyday
it's veracity
no drug could cure
no one could cease
no one could hiatus
and everyone felt it
though it fade
but when time comes
another will came
though it ache
but when time comes
it will heal

©IGMS 2014
love is inevitable
and so does pain
 Aug 2015 Akinbodewa Rachael
ryn
Awake this day...
And never fear.
I believe...
everything would be much clearer.
This day more than most...

For this day...
And everyday forward,
the sun would rise in haste to propose a toast...
to the undoubtedly most significant people... 

in my heart...

The moon would pull on the tides...
My thoughts and well wishes on waves they ride,
racing to farthest reaches of your recluse.

Just so this day you'd know
More than most days would show...
That my belief will withstand the fires of a hundred guns.
That my love would blaze with the fury of a thousand suns.

Know that,
this day the planets and stars finally would inherit their orbit true.

This day...
And everyday forth...

the universe would and must revolve around you.
For the writers who've left...
 Aug 2015 Akinbodewa Rachael
ryn
Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.

Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.

Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.

There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.

I've immortalised them here...
But in *invisible ink
...

Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...
_   _ _ _ _   _ _ _
.
.
Alone with nature
I savor every
Breath taking moment
I so long to share
Her elegance

I came upon
A beautiful red flowers
Shaped like butterflys
All the other flowers
Had died off
I suppose summer
Is winding down

Sad for only a brief second
I catch my thankful heart
May the cycle never end
And so
He surrounds his castle
With an inner circle
Of loyal subjects
Canine, feline
And feminine
A tradition
Well preserved

A peaceful kingdom
In which he rules
With the warmth
And kindness
Passed down through
Ever-changing
Generations

Slowly fables
Were shed
To expose
The rational mind
The more we evolve
Spiritually
The more
Our superstitions
Decline

With the realization
Mercy, compassion
And love
Are not subject to belief...
Home?
Why shouldst I goeth home queen?
When I'm already home
Thou art mine only abode.



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

On the aisle of Clarin, misamis occidental
Attentive i hadst becometh, ashore a chaste purity;
I kneweth her, she's been waiting for me.

ii.

Afore in the jungle's, wherein ourn touch hath connected
Aloft in the starry nebula's, whence when Pharaoh's directed;
Yet me and mine wild child, were streaming banner's of feral.

iii.

Althedish Hieroglyph's told of ourn second coming
Ourn craft was as in Ezekiel's time, circle's inside circle's;
We illuminated beshowing, towering ticking with none time.

iv.

No custom to be payed, for we art not slave's
I've waited this long, for mine queen of the shade;
I shalt rest with her, on the aisle of Clarin, risking, daring.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane queen dedication
Althedish- this is old old English meaning foreign....

Clarin is a fourth class municipality in the province of Misamis Occidental, Philippines. According to the 2010 census, it has a population of 35,573 people.
Into her countenance;
I hadst seen the face of GOD!!!!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Underneath a moonlit
sonata, you and I
Beethoven's audience
A love, a wonder, alive

You're curious - as am I
Your soft breaths - I've learned
a new lullaby

I think I'll sleep well tonight
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