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Oh yes it is really sad,
No job, so he is mad,
No more particular choice,
Just any job,will be glad !

A lot of forms will have to fill ,
End result remains always "nil",
Friends ,family always grill,
finding job, a task uphill !

But oh boy, don't give up hope,
Hold your grip on the rope,
You are a big born fighter,
Will you give up, never, nope !!
Time stops to run its feet thru the sand hands in my hair
Until I have time to conspire
Leave me alone
To me whiteness is a mental illness
whiteness is the worst habit
a habit forming process
construction
worse than cigarettes
nevermind being 18 yet
they force it on new born babies
Whiteness kills more people
its worse for the lungs
worse for the human spirit
whiteness taught humanity conflict
and it still does
it taught how to make crack from *******
it gave it to families
that it had already attempted to destroy
taught us how to infect blankets with small pox
and then have an Ivy league college named after you
whiteness taught us how to be inhuman
made groups to destroy humanity
whiteness taught us how to
and it is encouraging me
to destroy humanity and blame it on the other
to destroy humanity then blame it on the destruction it attempted to leave behind
whiteness taught us
and encourages me
to disassociate from humanity
it taught us to never
and I mean never
stray from humans that have evolved
not ever again
whiteness taught us the need to worship evolutionary people
by negation it reminds us to be human
whiteness is the silence of genocide
I will no longer construct whiteness
I promised myself
I am a decomposer
consider whiteness socially deconstructed
 Jun 2016 The Revolutionist
LJ
The whiteness of the milky way
witness your name invariably
in the corner of chaos and order
Inside fragments of settled sediments

There are words that I await
to stream from the fountain
the base of the veined heart
Inside a core to be uncovered

Phrases that wish to be whispered
the nudges of intentions held back
collapsed and clasped in a clap
the ribboned truth that fades

Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Pronouns and nouns of love and hate
Proverbs of the scent of your breath
The Jasmine that roasts your tongue
Let it's smell infuse my jumbled being
Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Taboos and tattoos of eternal love
Traffic and tarmacs of the road travelled
The lavender that seduces your mind
Let it transfuse my animate system
Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Songs and secrets of the bright sighs
Sums and seams of endurance
The cinnamon that spices your life
Let your kiss evaporate in my mist mouth
Tell tales of the indelible ounces
Nuances and notes of our untold story
Novices and nemesis of the unnamed race
The rose that savours your sweetness
Let your hands caress and weaken
As you tell the tales in indelible ounces
Words I long to hear....open up babes!
i see them, your little fingerprints
like footsteps in the snow
   wherever i look, wherever i go,
         there they are, your constant reminders
of a world i no longer know
         whether i'm thinking of my favourite book
looking at my keyboard keys
                      leafing through my school pages
  or raiding a shelf of dvd's
                       my midnight snacks of icecream
                         nolonger warm the world
only serving to open the void
                               with rememberances spilt from your quill
             little flickers here and there
the way we sat, our favourite film, you trying to type with me
every break and lunch time together, climbing hills, falling asleep

i breathe you in and suffocate
                  see your finger prints every where
                       reminding me of the desert void under a burning cold sky
                                                             ­   that endlessly rests there.
                                           there,
           hanging in time
frozen between you and me
as i follow your finger print footsteps
                            and make my own with droplets of me
a tidal wave of memories overflowing and blocking my drain
                    each little piece of me staining
                              the finger prints left in our name
(greek tongue)
i.

Ένδυσης της αγνή
ένα παραθυρόφυλλο του προτροπή;
Espied θεραπείες , Girt μέση του,
δεν είναι σε τάφο, δια του παρόντος
υπερβατική πηγή έμπνευσης.

ii.

Αμετάβλητος θέλεις να είμαστε
συναντιούνται για νεότητα , η δική μου κόσμιος βασίλισσα;
Κανένας πιο ζωντανό μέσα ourn ονείρου,
μόνο εσύ και εγώ , ορυχείο μετριάζεται γλυκό.

iii.

θελεις ανθύλλιο του αψηφούν earthbound μυαλό των ανδρών του, που τόνος , που τόνος , θαυμάστε τους ? του είδους του Θεού.

iv.

O ' σε ourn χρόνο , O' εκείνη την ημέρα,
sup μας μαραίνονται , στη ζεστή αγκαλιά;
Ο Θεός να είναι ο ήλιος , το φως για ourn πρόσωπο ,
Αρχοντικού για να μας οδηγήσει στο σπίτι , πέρα από τις πύλες μαργαριταρένια .








(English version)
i.

Apparel of the chaste
a casement of exhortation;
Espied cures, waist's girt,
not in a grave, herewith
transcendent inspiration.

ii.

Immutable shalt we be
meet for newness, mine comely queen;
None more living inside ourn dreams,
Just thou and me, mine tempered sweet.

iii.

Floweret's shalt defy men's earthly mind's,
They warble, their marvel's; of heaven's
Kind.

iv.

O' in ourn time, O' in that day,
Sup we wilt, in warm embrace;
God to be the sun, light's on ourn face,
Mansion's to lead us home, past the pearly gates.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( àgapi mou dedication)
Apparel of the chaste
a casement of exhortation;



Apparel - clothing.
Chaste- pure, clean not currupt.
Casement - window.
Exhortation - Encouragement, or council. This is used as encouragement.
Espied-  . discovered , examined.
Girt- wrapped around.
Herewith - with this ( archaic form ) as all these words are.
Immutable - unchangeable( as God is unchanging)
Meet- Suitable; agreeable; fit; proper.
Comely - of a woman ( attractive)
Thou- you.
Tempered - combined.
Floweret- small flower.
Defy- openly resist or refuse to obey.
Warble-(of a bird) sing softly and with a succession of constantly changing notes. ( Many who have died gone to heaven and have come back to tell their near death experiences in heaven I hate word near death when these people actually die brain and heart dead and all have different stories yet all speak of Christ and God the father and his angels and their loved ones. And colors in heaven not on earth rainbow scale. And everything is alive and has life in it including grass trees and many have spoke of the singing flowers that sing praise songs to God constantly and are so beautiful a black man who died almost an hour from what I remember almost an hour spoke of he thought they were angels singing which angels do sing with people already up in heaven praising God constantly. An angel was showing this man the mansions christ spoke of in John 14:2 where he tells his followers
1Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. 4And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.
He told us he goes to prepare a place for us as he did and its ready now though most of his followers aren't ready including me and I need to change more things in life asap what's happening now in world. Anyways moral of singing flowers many who have died and seen heaven will speak of the singing flowers who sing praise songs to God as the black man was mentioning was being led around heaven by an angel as the black man asked who's singing those glorious songs..... the angel told him the flowers are singing. As everything has life in it in heaven!!! Everything !!! It's all living!!!! And i can't wait to see it!  I wonder if anyone's ever tried to pick one of these singing flowers I told my mother I'd pick some if allowed let them sing with me!!! Hahahahahahshha I'd love it!!!
Sup- eat or dine.
Ourn - means our.

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