i.

Planet doom
Is on it's final breath;
Though, I shalt be safe
In mine reyna's nest.

ii.

A nest made from
Blood and pulsing;
Whilst her carbuncle
Connecteth with me, entrancing.

iii.

She hast saved me
From me;
She delivereth me
From devlish seed's.

iv.

As she giveth me mine need's
Any king couldst desire;
She's mine Filipino rose
The light to mine soul, mine fire.


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

Black carbon soot
Yellow, blue flames
Like a thief, the night took
Our fair sunlight away
Green etheral gases
Red burning star
Like a dog, the earth shook
Spewing fire and tar
Pink pedaled roses
White fallen snow
Like an axe, striking wood
Our minds reel from the blow
Lavendar mists
Gray cloudy seas
Like an angel, forsaken
We’ll be brought to our knees.

To walk among the living
cursed to be the dead
I understand the fear inside
because I bathe in dread
and to sleep a peaceful night
with fate dancing on my head
leaves a taste of rotting premonitions
upon my tongue instead

*Beware of your surroundings
wash the evil off your hands
We are no longer safe from Satan
he has kissed the promised land
And when war ceased to erase
the common fault of man
There will be an entire wave of famine
birthed from the smallest grain of sand

I opened a door in the cosmos
and was swallowed, ensconced
by the darkness that followed.

Euphoric,
there you were
Phantasmagoric and sidereal;
I find I'm beside myself.

Come along and freefall with me
At the end of times
O'er the cliffs of nigh
We'll aspire to fire into spirals of nebulous unknown.