For good, or for ill
Shalt I giveth mine life;
For good, or for ill
I shalt giveth to mine wife.
For good, or for ill
Shalt I comfort her woe's;
For good, or for ill
I shalt relax her mind, as poetry flow's.
For good, or for ill
Shalt I giveth her fill;
For good, or for ill
I shalt abode in her field's.
For good, or for ill
As slave, free, or peasant;
For good, or for ill
Tis, her amare I represent.
For good, or for ill
She's mine life's cause;
For good or for ill
We art more than real, as tis us the devil won't stop........



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Can a she be a she without a he?
Can a stranger define sexuality?
Points and whispers are they all worth our while?
Or are days made simpler wearing denial?

Shadows of judgement cast an iron view,
Chatters and mutters of "look, is it true?"
Worries of being out or going in,
Knowing whether to cleanse or live in sin.

Underground parties let freedom rejoice,
Open your heart and give way to your voice.
Society judges all of the time,
But my sexuality will always be mine.

She's sick to her stomach of your ******* promises,
Of the nights you promised to bring happiness and brought pain.
She swallowed you up in the pit of her being
And you Gargled inside her making her spit and splutter,
She's in the gutter.
And while she's down you pump your poison through her veins with nothing to gain, numbing her brain.
Yet again, you mask the pain.

I am a firework
in more ways than one
I am a loud outburst of color and flame
I am intense
and I am beautiful
I am a sensation striking awe and amazement throughout crowds
of spectators
but with my beauty I am an epitome of self destruction
I was designed to ruin the relationships I have built
and the progress I have made
my flames trickle down one by one
my beauty vanishes through thin air
suddenly I become lost
what was once a journey of excitement grows old
the same as a daily commute
I loose my spark
my drive
my will
to continue any attempt of self progression
I am a continuous cycle of explosions and disappointments
I am a firecracker
light me once, I never fail to amaze your senses
though once wick has reached its end
and the fire has burned through my exterior
I am left to be nothing but an empty shell with torn wrappings
I will let my flames loose through your soul
sparing nothing but what you think to be your sanity
and my sound will tear my way through your soundproof heart
I am a firework
in more ways than one
I lack the ability to contain my absurdity
and you lack the ability to to tame my gun powder veins
from spilling through the streets of my own mind
you cannot stop me from my nature to self destruct