Desiring a child,
softness of skin
revealing the tenderness
of their hand in mine.
Stroking the beauty of innocence
that of yet is not tainted by
the sins of this present world.
Overtaken by the righteous indignation
of protection,
possessing the fierceness of the lioness of her cub,
not allowing any evil into there world.
Mother, breathing strength to encompass
the purity and virtue of her beautiful baby.
Rocking in the darkness of night,but it is
distinguished by the light of those eyes,
looking up at you while giving them warmth and
sustenance.
Please Lord,bless my womb so I may bear a child.
I want to be overwhelmed with love for them.
Compelled to mother their needs,
while being permeated by their love for me.
Please Lord bear me with a strong will,
while I wait for my Precious child.

God is perfect,
But how can love somebody like me.
Imperfect and flawed.
But God is love.
So he loves all.
Thank You Lord.

A pump
Gush
Spew
Out the old muscle

Flesh
Groomed
Dommed
To what is a daily hustle

Spattered
Shattered
Veins flow as a raft does
Veins come from a flow of the skies high, moving and rattlin'

A heart needs a thud
A heart needs a beat
A heart has to move
A heart does not believe in retreat

In its dying days
Even if the man is in a daze
The heart thuds on

An anomaly
An amazing vessel

a mountain is upon me,
I have dug and dug,
what seems to be my grave,
and with little grace is left I try my best,
to dig my way out,

each day I've prayed,

a mountain is above me,
and I've been trapped,
my grave is where I stand,
and with little grace I tried my best,
to get out,

each day I prayed,

a mountain hangs overhead,
and I've been left for dead,
I lie in the dirt grave I've been told is made for me,
and with little grace I did my best,
to take my last few breaths,

each day,
*I prayed.

O, Lord of the Meeting Rivers!

I am here, eastward
To the rising sun.
Presenting myself,
Bare hands and feet.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
Riverward, my reflection stirs.
A drop stirs the river.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
I have but one question.
O Lord, O.
Why.

Traveling through the dusk tunnel
A pinpoint of light at the end;
Warmth overtaketh me
The beginning of life's around the bend.

One hundred kin
Waiting to greet me in;
All smiling, all radiating
Ages range from five to one-hundred and nine,
Some looketh old, though all's young: no age existeth, time here is not told. Age only existeth back on earth, though here; all age's art the same, no one is special by their birth.

Betwixt mine family standeth tall mine savior and lord
Jesus Christ the king; with angel's whom standeth beside him, as tis they speaketh together telepathically. In Christ's hand's he reacheth out to me- as whilst I looketh at his eye's aqua green, the universe showeth itself in a way to Man unseen; and whilst at that moment clearly I hadst seen the hole's in his Palm's and feet, his word's " cometh hither mine son" I bowed in front of mine kin to him instantaneously.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Past! Oh Past!
Memories bounded that ever last
All together crowded moved all   the way
To the present where I stay.

Many Moments fills my heart with sorrow,
What I did yesterday wasn’t fair for tomorrow.

Still that blunders makes me low, tears flow
Frustrations that spark, lost in loneliness
With heavy heart where all seems to be darkly dark.

At times one thought strikes
Nonetheless now time have moved all long
Still I ponder what made me do so wrong
That broke someone’s heart
Really a red card for my life begin
Now I can too feel, wasn’t it like bee’s sting?

Though I got repentance
Also experienced an instance
But can God give me exchange to
Cover all the blobs I made
Could it fade with that ease?

Past! Oh Past!!
Not in size in a kind
It makes my mind ponder for while
Whether to realize or blame at you
Should I cry or start a beginning new?

Oh Lord, please help me now
To take a fresh now
To live life with meaningful existence
Make my today a good instance
Past! Oh Past!!
Sorry to make you weep
Promise now to sow seed
One day would be a huge tree with sweet fruits
Positive aura covered by its long roots

Once again I’ll call you
& recall what I did
That time won’t make you weak filled with guilt.

Past! Oh Past!
Let’s meet sooner again
For while I will busy with life game
Checking that it I don’t reiterate the mistakes same
Got  to know, lessons have to be learnt, not to blame
Fight with challenges clearing future; promise me, you  always guide me as a teacher

God !
Dear God !
Please...MAKE IT RAIN !!!
Make it purify their brains
Lord !
They are insane !
Make it rain !
Let it purify the air
Let it crucify the pain
Let it free them from their chains !
Let it make a change
And then,
Make it rain again !
Again and again !
Just rain ... Make it rain
And let's pray
Let's pray it won't be in vain

Dear God
Please...MAKE IT RAIN !