WELCOME
To planet earth;
Abode of the free willed
Of men whom ****, land of the cursed.

GREETING'S
From planet technology;
Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves
They loveth ******, horror, dreary scene's, noone else.

BONJOUR
A message to anyone who seeith;
A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's;
Gang's, mob's, political master's.

CHAÍRETE
Cometh on in, greedy men
Get greedier;
Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin.

KUMUSTA
Don't forget to view ourn land;
Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's;
Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand.

HOLA
No need to rescue us
No time left, were doomed with demonic consent
This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust.

HELLO
Art thou ready for the end soon;
As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's
Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room.

WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
A PLACE OF SIN;
STITCHED IN AT BIRTH...........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Monkeys staring at the eyeballs in our heads
The forced rope ties tighter and pops out the vein
The process takes a moment but no more than a feather being blown
Sun beams now highlight the velvet hour.

Sand castles keep the sand man guarded and safe
In return, we have another day swallowed by the unaccomplished.
Spirited with a medical remedy
Lovers say a happy goodnight to the days ahead.

String haired figurines on the walls form the decor in this doll house
The rooms sit back to back but remain mostly vacant.
She dances around the room and tries on the attire
Forming the platform for our intimate silent exchange.

The chair pulls down and gravity makes its move
Maps form plans to be affiliated with a higher member
But with refusal, we can sit and add wood to an internal stove
Write stories noticed by no-one living in elegant designed routine.

They say its madness that gets you in the end.

*I dont think I agree!

As I've seen
In this world, which I'm just passing through;
Men with closed fist's, hitting other men with closed fist's.........
As tis they start war's,
That never end........

Not realizing in their moment of closed fist's.....................



That love is the answer..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Misty gaze, jittered breath
Sun burned skin ironed to stop the creases.
The fly never ceases to change direction
it follows mightily close.
Boxed into a shadow, one which no one else can see
How can that be?
Claim the sights as mine or ours?
Leave to follow mans created hasty pursuit
Chasing the everlasting scent of the poisoned flower.

The big man has too many sayings, creates etchings with his words
Repeatedly lost in the background of distasteful play,
All numbers numerate to a phantom deal
Answers long slipped under broken tables.
Open fields are searched like space,
Meteors fly spitting fire with gunshots
Shining towards an illusion of a finish line.
Crawl westwards some will say, crawl right, or jump and hit the explosive beckoning.

Up in the sky ways
Some thoughts were flying
I tried to pick them
From the valleys of time

Beyond those black gates
Were schools that taught
Wisdom and science
And food for your thought!

Beautiful gardens!
Beautiful wine!
Autumn of sorrow!
Autumn of crime!

Down in the oceans
On the lands of the mystical
Horses were riding
Treasures were lying!

Fires were rising
Widows were crying
Rust of a golden city
In the valleys of time

Beautiful gardens !
Beautiful wine!
Autumn of sorrow!
Autumn of crime!

Now when the sun shines
Clouds scattered and dying
There hides a place called heaven
In the valleys of time!

Cement stained with tears,
men have come and gone.
Replaced by their fears,
nothing left to lose.

Look them in the eyes,
tell them it'll be alright.
Then put them on the back burner,
show them what you think they're worth.

Families are cold,
hungry and scared.
Did you ever care?
You got your fair share.

To break a man's will,
is to tear down his pride.
Replace him with metal,
make him obsolete in his mind.

Man is not an object,
humankind as a whole.
We are irreplaceable,
we are indispensable.