Giving in is easy
When there is nothing in this life that is pleasing
Brought in to this life as a living sacrifice
I am but a human I have no rights
Angels have their fun with me
Even the ones from heaven, watch with glee
Battered around and about
Then they watch as I bleed out
Angels surround us that is true
But do you sincerely think they protect you
They are there to make sure you hurt
They can't wait till you are turned back to dirt
They are men and evil is man
Be them angelic, or of the human brand
They will make you suffer as all around you they stand
So take me out of this land
I'd reather drowned in quicksand

Protector of the night,
Lighting our paths as we venture in the shadows
A comfort of beautiful tranquility
Almost angelic with its dim white milky silhouette
Hovering over with unearthly eloquence*

-EC

Galileo couldst not even seeith
The heaven that lieth
Inside queen Jane;

Einstein couldst not even dreameth
The beauty
Inside of her brain;

Edwin Hubble lived inside
Of a bubble, being blinded
From her view;

Stephen hawking, forget thine
Scientific talking; mine empress
Is from God, a divine muse.

Isaac Newton, recalculate thine
Mathematic's; mine amour' is not a number,
Awakest from slumber, sweet Jane is aromatic.




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

Quiet little One...
No longer must you cling
To those clamouring,
Corrosive thoughts of old.
Accept that We Were
All born yesterday.
And again today...
And in every passing hour.
So even Now,
Our spirit pulsing with the Moment.
Breathe as the sky breathes...
One continuous sigh of Completion.
A subtle forward motion;
Effortless, attentive,
Unpolluted in contentment.
Arm yourself with joy,
Infinitely beguiled by life,
This plethora of blessings;
Never ceasing to revel in a Common state of wonder.
Your awkward smile,
Your broken shine,
Your gentle sorrows;
They light the candle
Of your eye; becoming
Amplifiers of your beauty...
Sparkling rays of laughter,
Tossed like tinsel,
Across each heartfelt Conversation.
Waken to the embrace of
Human error;
For both Comedy and Tragedy
Are remedies we share.

Her body flows like milk
Between her legs there resides a **** cherry
She is the sweetest of angels to bless this sullen place, she is softer than the silk of wedding night lingerie
When her all seeing eyes come to rest on me a wave of euphoria overtakes me
The strongest of drugs
Cheeks fill with blood like nectar when her lips move against mine
The rise and fall of her sleeping chest is a poem
It captivates me, forces me to memorize the quiet motion
Her feet fall and she dances like a sprite on my heart strings
She is purity and delight, she is precious emotion
In my arms she is light and when is away the feeling she leaves behind radiates
Never have I loved something so sincerely
Never before have I been graced with something so stark white, child like, familiar and altogether new

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

i.

O' sempiternal recherché Majesty
Thine winsome Penumbra overtaketh;
Between the window's of Yahweh.

ii.

O' fluoresce me with allay
Cometh to me tonight;
Cuddle with me until day.

iii.

Hush, mine darling of
Michael the archangel;
Taketh mine hand's, get with me entangled.

iv.

From space, to the third sky
To the country view, and Bengal;
We shalt rest fine, mine beloved.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry creator
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication