******* be
he's so pessimistic,
so pessimistic
overthinking way to much
about **** that don't mean nothin
that don't mean nothin
so pessimistic,
he's so pessimistic
overthinking way to much
just another dead head
that don't seem to function
I bled on one to many cold shoulders
hungover the pain
won't let go let me stay sober
all I see is red
still stuck in ruins of this
ugly feeling that's left me
so ****** up in the head
******* be
he's so pessimistic,
so pessimistic

My love
My soul
She's a dove
Her beauty it stole
Attention
Her soul brang
Compassion
Understanding me would be hard
Cause my souls felt so chard
Her eyes opened my mind
Something I truly couldn't find
It's hard to believe
That's she would retrieve
My broken heart
So torn apart
With fear of the darkness
You brought the light
The light princess
Sent to make things right
It's funny you see
Cause that's only to me
She sees herself quite dark
But the truth is what I see
What she holds on the outside is only bark
When our souls meet I feel the fire
Truly this is how love would conspire
From broken souls mended
Souls no longer pretended
Our hearts and souls
Now ours to grow
Our garden of flow

A-P.O.E.M.

The starlight starts fading
When Heart are open for grating

Shall we embrace the touch of tomorrow
In the cold feels of today

It hurts to fade
Especially when its from things that are made
Sitting in the shade
Outside the reality of these paradise parades

The shade
Casts a shadow
Casts a doubt
Carves thee hollow
From the inside out

Reflecting the image of the world to see
So happy,
          but dominant,
                           by amounts of greed

Those who plant the seed
Fill the next generation with a developmental make-up that is a touch of their own.
But how much is change accepted?
is it reflected? Or terribly misdirected...

Seemingly so seasoned with grainger and far away from danger, may our weary eyes see the design we mold things to be.

"Don't bury these beliefs
They mean everything to thee
They mean everything to thee"

Many things we humans
can set aside
the hardest by any definition
is our pride

standing at the centre
of our being
like the Commander- General
and saying: ' I'm either EVERYTHING or nothing!'

i.

O', mine equatorial lady,
There art none if's and's nor
Maybe's; when it cometh to
Ourn sentimental caru.
Beloved topaz, of citrine
See through. Indigenous
Wild child, of the
Philippines blue.

ii.

I shalt never forsaketh
Thee, monarch of the
Butterfly view. Thou
Hast given me bounteous
Company, O' reine,
Mine muse.

iii.

Afflatus of the supreme,
Hope to all mine dream's,
Without thee; I wouldst
Not be, happy and so free.
Nor couldst I believe, in
The future ambition's to
Come, mine baby blue's
Hath been opened Jane;
Because thou art mine
Soulmate, mine chosen
One.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) dedication...

Yearly, yearly I knew you dearly --
Watched you blossom and sincerely
Hope to be more than merely
A seed without the sun.

Yearly, yearly I held you dearly --
Sown deep in the ground and growing nearly
As stretched as the sky and you now clearly
A seed within the sun.

Yearly, yearly I loved you dearly --
Nurtured as nurtured rarely austerely
Intertwined as death lets us be
Two seeds beneath the sun.