i.

heretofore bygone week's
Tis I was layden in mine outgoing's;
Incapacitated, mine feet's step's unknowing.

ii.

Dolor rolled as Boulder's
Down mine emptied innard's;
Jinn filled with hate and sin, tooketh over.

iii.

They tried to possesseth me
And diluteth me by their fear's;
They scratched, and bit, all didst spit
Yet mien reine reigned in by chariot flares.

iv.

Mount Mayon, in southern Luzon
Volcanoe's surround her citadel;
She snatched me from the barbarian's
In heaven, whence in hell.

v.

Manila in the concentrate
Between the thickness of it all;
Is where mine rose, her face didst gloweth
Her virtue's were one, of the prophet's and high law.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/hari/soulmates

I cried upon my hawaiian departure
not tears of sorrow but tears of former and future joy
my tears trailed down my cheek like the Paheehee stream
before landing upon the ground like a soft hawaiian rain in spring
when my tears evaporated they formed a long flat cloud
in the shape of surfboard voyaging westward bound.
the cloud upon reaching the sea,
shape-shifted into a large volcano, vengful and menacing  
with the torential downpour a sign of the volcanoe's erupting    
The storm began to thicken The volcano spinning around it's core
like that of a fire dancers stick, scattering the tears evermore  
when the storm cleared eight tears washed upon each hawaiian shore
wiating for me to surf upon my tears

I cannot believe your truth.
Because those who are truly original cannot grow here.
Longing to be defined by my thoughts rather than my actions,
And shame for this evident cowardice.
If you are all-kind and I am carved into your right hand, in your image
How am I to be sacrificed as a nothing
In the name of a plan
Not even evident that you understand?

When we first met
Both broken apart
What a good fit
So i thought

A friend to confide in
We built ourselves up
Fun and laughter
Volcanoe in sight
Soon to errupt

A chess piece unknown
Soon to be played
Not knowing the plot
I happily stayed

Years gone by
Beautiful highs
Heartbreaking lows
The sound of your mouth
Erased your lies

3000 miles away
All i wanted was you
Yet blamed for your sins
After waving goodbye so soon

You played your games
Made new friends
Black and white
Numbed your head

My friend moved on
Easch night and day
He made his choice
What could i say

Days with no sound
Conversations ran thin
To hear your voice
Where do i begin

You said you tried
You never went
Another lie
You chose to invent

You had no choice
So hit the road
Not even realizing
You are a fraud

You had your fun
Till u had no choice
The wall torn apart
Now has a voice...
... Kelcee All

"Blessings to you for your prayers."
So thinks the sailor as he travels.
He thinks of his family, his friends.
He knows he loves them all.

The sea today is rough.
It shakes his ship like
the rumbling of lava
filtering fiercely
from a volcanoe.
The sailor thinks
he is not in fear.
He knows this is
only a covering he
employs
to help his ship to sail.

There are other ships
on his ocean. Other
sailors on the same
shattered journey.
Together, they form a
small fleet of larvae
hoping to burst from
the sea in a glorious
splash of redemption.

Ah, redemption. Strength.
That is the treasure the
sailor seeks on the
bloated waves of the
foaming waters.

His eyes look ahead.
His eyes looks behind.
His eyes look inside and out.
Searching as a single cell
the truth he needs to find.
The other travellers may
not be of any help to him.
They may be travelling on the
same sea, but they are
looking for their own
hoped for miracles.

Oh restless sea, let him be.
Free him from your
rocking and swaying.
Let his ship land. Land
back to the steady shores
of hope and positive living.

"Blessings to you for your prayers."
So thinks the sailor as he travels.
He thinks of his family, his friends.
He knows he loves them all.

Aaah!!! No don't do that please.
Thunk!! Shut up you dumb *****
Aaahh!! Please don't do this
I said shut up before I slit your throat
That's it baby just relax and enjoy yourself okay...
Now get up and get dressed ya'hear
I said get dressed *****
No Awwh **** maine no
Awwh **** what have I done
**** maine ****

Sitting silently I unwillingly witness
the death of this woman
This beautiful innocent sweet woman
Sitting silently I witness
The death of this woman
This poor helpless creature
Being violently ripped to shreds
Ripped to shreds by the hands of the hands of this monster
Never even being giving the opportunity to live life to the fullest
Unbearable scars and permanent bruises
Will forever tattoo her once flawless skin
Skin the color of the earth's  blood red deserts after the gorgeous sunset
Tinted with blood and the slightest hint
Of him
Head hanging limply to the side
Clothes no longer clothes but rags
Discarded on the floor by their lifeless owner
Her body battered and bruised limply lays
Exposed to the world and all of their unsightly thoughts
Her neck is only but a piece of matted skin for the bones are as fragile as china in an earthquake
Breast at their finest peak
Almost ad if they're going to explode
Explode like an active volcanoe
Het treasure is almost disfigures
Its as if it was only a toy
A toy giving to a reckless little kid
Blood here sagging pieces there
blisters oozing with the deafening odor of him
Puddles of *** on the sheets and in between her legs
Het hair matted to the sheets, dried tears and blood stains her face
Body pale and limp
It looks so familiar and yet so strange
I know this woman bit I've never seen her before a day in my life
Wait the picture
Its getting blurry and fuzzy
Gasp....thump-thump thump-thump
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Please don't do this
No please don't, please
    DEJÀ VU

Trailers don't give away the entire plot.
I've been watching for years
As an active actor
In various melodramas.
  
     The good guy is clean shaven
     Beneath the lather,
     Emotes empathy,
     And never snickers.
     A straight shooter.

The other guy needs a blade
As cutting as sarcasm,
And aims when you turn.

     Then there's re-runs
     Whose endings never change.
     The prophet gets arrested.
     Tara burns. Ice bergs floe.
     I am under Lowry's volcanoe,
     Or leaving Las Vegas.
     28 Days is only two hours
     Of wine and roses.

The trailers just reveal enough
To give me hope.

...I lose control.

Like a volcanoe that's centuries old,
I unexpectedly blow.
The only thing my spitting rage does
is singe your ironed clothes.
I fight not to cry,
*it gets annoying sometimes.
I can't stop my body from beginning to shake with rage;
though my inability to cope seems more like an e a r t h q u a k e
I choke on my comeback,
like there's this thing stuck in my throat, holding me back.
I don't know why I can't just puke a rainbow of colourful vocabulary on your boiling head.
How immature,
let me rephrase my poor attempt at a metaphor.
While my love & hatred continue to co-exist,
you can enjoy my silence; your bliss.

I dreamt of the high mountain
The peak of the cliff
Where clouds greet and kiss
Rain spread its ways to flourish the night
Sun bathes everything with tender and love
I dreamt of it every night!!

And my days??
Those hard tiring long days
From juggling between my own thoughts to harsh blows from outside,
From standing all alone to falling very low,
From lossing strength to gaining immense courage
From silence like a dead sea to loudness like volcanoe,
I learnt one thing, and my dear only one thing
U are your own hero!!!