Canela Molida get on my buttered bun
and take my blues away
Add some honey an' there ya' go
A quick snack for late afterday

or heck just start the day with it
come on just don't play with it
And Canel Molida she sprinkles it
on what is all good

Canel Molida I just want to thank you
Better days can now be seen now that you are here
I toast to your powers
But, won't climb Yeats tower, not here

Canela Molida Cheers
Cheers to ground cinnamon

Verily
I sayest;
Verily tis true,
Mine dearest queen Jane
For thee mine amour' is true.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

the trouble with parents,
is they're supposed to be the ones who teach us right from wrong,
they're supposed to be the ones that show us the ideal relationship,
someone to model our lives after.

but what happens when their relationship becomes the kind you should avoid?
what happens when they don't know how to show you true love, because they aren't in it anymore?
what happens when the world you've known for 21 years falls apart right in front of you?

the trouble with parents,
is they spend our lives teaching us what love is supposed to be,
but what good are those lessons if their love died in the process?
when do we become the teachers and our parents the students?
how do you teach your parents to be in love again?

the trouble with parents,
is they don't know everything,
but they spend our lives making us think they do.

I don't want you to miss me
I never wanted you to want me
In fact
I hope you're ten times the person you were with me

*without me

Does you're body every betray your mind
Like when your mind says keep it cool
But your flashy red cheeks scream
*look at my emotions, red and raw across my face