A peacemaker trying to prevent the border war
Ends up getting worse than originally anticipated
Regarded as one of the worst by the spectators
My common mantra to my life
I'm not giving up, never on the inch of my life
But I've noticed a pattern
I must abate
If i want to make my due dates
And paint the pretty plates
But I've thrown those away too many times
My common mantra is preventing something i end up creating
My frustration is at historical levels
I must keep going in my journey for permanent elation

Until now,
I have been
repeating
in my head,
like an
old mantra,
how
I just cant lose you.

Her smile is a rush of a syringe; pushing deep within mine arteries, loaded. Her laugh is addictive, sedatation entereth me. I flyeth higher than any dope fix canst get. She hit's fast, quick; as her eye's art chocolate diamond's that hang on star-night string's, shiny, divined Pearl's wrapped in elegant Filipino linen of a queen. O' mine Asian dream, cometh into mine sleep and feeleth me, cometh in: the door's open, none hellion aloud to pass nor enter, just a place for us to swim. Whilst making affectionate confectionery amour' on thy foreign shore's, mantra's shalt be said as both of ourn name's art whispered: the setting sun to be the picture that goeth down as we dont stop the rolling around until dusk.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

Legs extended just standing here on my mat,
with my hands together, just ready to surrender.

In this position, there is the foundation in which I find solitude in my mind.
For a little while, it is silenced, and leaves room for my soul to play.
At this point I am fine tuned to how my body is feeling.

Personal growth emerges, all while my soul is close to becoming one with me.

My Mantra- I am here, I am free.

©A. Harris 2015

What am I doing?
I am washing dishes

I am nowhere else but
where I am now

There is greatness
There is freedom
Inside the emptiness
You run away from
This is true
It’s within you!
If only you knew...

I am God's masterpiece of art and
The Queen of my mind and heart

There comes a time in some lives
For great change
A true metamorphosis
And hope for tomorrow
For mornings radiant glow
Believe waking will bring joy and not sorrow