The Game Change
Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises, Where can we go wrong?

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues?

Someone must lose in order
For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,

We just have to say Amen but indeed... Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who really said what?
Can they really step up to the plate and deliver?

Are we willing to put our country in the hands of the wealthy?
Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Or Shall we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef you influential flimflammers',
and we shall show you where our loyalty lies;

*Because man is his own authority
he use his brilliant educational philosophy, to be creative
he wink at the cameras, and said
” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White lies, black lies and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now?
All eyes are on you!

When white water crests the banks of yesterday
And tomorrow But never in the now experienced ever in the now
Only in the minds shard of wishing to be there
Once again awakening of memory thats wished will pass
Times sifted as of sands on far away beaches
Where clean rules supreme the fireflies gleem spark to flame
Of unkown fires longing to burn Burning to long
Ashes in time the meaningless meaningful glass looking
Through mirrors reflective spaces
Arrowheads greet the lone souls
Wander as children and *** will grow shapes
Shift to the edges of forever on threads of lonley
Gone days totally absent of ridicule or prying
Yes never to the now yesterdays tomorrow wishes
And flows out without self indulging in unknown spaces
Just lone souls on the sun on the moon beside skies
Shores with planted bones lays before you
Yesterdays tomorrow never in the now sleeping
Through times distance unknown to all but two
One in one and never in the now

So I’m listening to Howl again
After Kate Tempest reminded me
Of Ginsberg
And Ginsberg reminds me of
The best mind of my generation.  

Ginsberg’s words take me to your time
And Howl part 3 makes me think
Of the times you lived through
Living proof of  some of
What he says

You were there
You were holy
You were shocked
More than 50 times

You would have Stood By Solomon In Rockland
And despite the fact you think you lost
In my eyes you won.
And I’m glad we stood by you  in Rockland
When others walked away.

She carried me aloft the firmament
To the Helix nebula;
Her wing's left trail's on earth of her beauty and elegance.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry