1
जावलिया बिरगोस्रीनि सिमांआ
सिमांआनो जाना थाबाय
सिमां जावलिया बर'फानि सल'
आरोबाव फरायबावनांगौ दा?
2
आब' बिरगोस्री---
मेच रायजो दानो
जोँ बेसेबां गोबाव थांनानै थागोन?
हारिनि इयुना जोँनि आखायावनोमारथ?
3
नै आदा बासिराम आब' गाम्बारि
आखायाव थुंग्रि दैनानै
गराय दाब्राय दाब्राय
बेसेबां दावहा नांनो?
4
गानजंनि हेडकवाटारखौ सावनानै
जोँहा खैफोदाव गोग्लैबाय
आदा सोमदोन---
सोर होफैगोन ओँखाम खबसे?
5
थांनानै थानो लुबैयो जोँ
नै थफेन आफा---
जोँ आरो माबादि जांख्रिखांबावगोन?
नोँनि अहिंसाखौ सुथुरा मनबाय!
6
आरो आं सहायनो हालिया
मुंख्लं दावहारुनि थै रेजेद रेजेद
आं बिग्रायखाङो जोबथा दावहानि थाखाय
थै आरो थैनो हो

Waiting at an auto place
Mourning the decline of the horse
as good a ride as any
except if they went lame.

This bold mahogany dawn never retires
Buckets of roses unfold along the slopes of this graphite mountain
Smoke stirs from the cave wall paintings
Where wild horses lead the feral battles of yesterday

The most vulnerable humans could ever be is now
With four eyes and four arms open.
She might be as wet as a blonde Swedish shark- no matter.

The best and worst of life comes from the sacred triangle

Sweaty shuffle, gloved hands
light fuse, twitching in countdown
until heels spark trigger,
cannons drumming grass

driven by bellows,
magnesium snort
in wind-whipped ears

until gunshot
snap:

shell bursts,
shattered tendons
man falling into dust

while fragments *****
burning air, tearing turf
as cheers become screams,
awaiting another bullet.

My eyes burn from the lack of sleep.
Your words circling my mind,
like a never ending merry go round.
I cling onto that horse with every last strength,
yet, you still manage to pull me off.
I lie in my bed looking at that once
happy thought wishing I could smile,
but I can't.

Somehow the words leave my head.
As the clock strikes 4:48,
I, am a blank canvas,
waiting for none existent paint.
I feel nothing,
yet still seem to drag the blade.

As a new day begins,
my life will end.
The darkness consuming what I had left.
The old day takes so much innocence,
if only we could have waited..

till 4:49.

Chew that gum,
Flick that wrist,
And be that bratty little princess,
That nobody wants to kiss,
Oh, Prince Charming?
He's hoppin' on his horse,
Riding to the sunset,
To get away from you,
So shut your face,
Chew your gum,
And be a ******* diva,
Wearing that ******* crown.

Who am I?
I am the girl who screams at the fire
"Come get me! I'm not afraid of you!"
I am the girl who bleeds to feel something
Anything
I am the girl with so many secrets bottled up inside
I am the girl who's heart has been shattered one-too-many times

I am a white horse.

Others don't see what I see
They don't know what I know
They don't feel what I feel
I am the girl that you didn't see...
That you passed in the halls everyday
I am the girl who chases her dreams
I am the girl who's not afraid
Of anything

I am a white horse

I trip, I fall...
I get knocked down
Pushed down
Beaten to the ground...
That makes me who I am today
But who is that?
Not a princess, not afraid
Not a child, I understand
Not a freak, I am my own person

I am a white horse

i.

A sacrosanct barouche
On the side, a gilded cartouche;
Ourn autograph's written in, with diamonds Jewel's.

ii.

One supernatural horse
To pulleth us on the scene;
Relaxing atmosphere, one queen, and me her king.

iii.

Casting spell's upon eachother
With her voodoo, I drip into her eye's;
I tasteth her sweat, dripping in with mine.

iv.

Candle's awaiteth at home
The night-time dimly lit;
Making amare until the day break, we cuddle into ourn grip's.


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