i

Confectionery amour', quiet peaceful girl, flower haired gem
Whilst we maketh love to the old spinning record, eyes content;
The moon to leadeth ourn feet, bathed in chocolate fountain,
We prance as freely Galloper's, thither the desert, cool mountain

ii

I'll meeteth thee at the playground, inked in ourn red blotch,
No ticking tumultuous hand, to ruin ourn plan's, none to watch;
A private invitation, a rosey petal to surrender thine oath and vow, a seeded rightful city, conversation open and aroused

iii

Charlatan's to be naysayer's, exactly as the rest hath becometh,
Ourn cloak's to be as spiritual coat's, dashing in none repugnance
The waterside to be ourn resting residence, the pasture plain's to awaken ourn brain's, as we shalt be marksmen of lass and lad.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I'm tired, so so tired.
My body aches and feels so heavy.
I'm tired of seeing and hearing and reading about death.
Children dying in the street.
Species going extinct.
People dying before their time.
One day.
Just one day.
Can't there be just one day where no one dies at all?
Where all the death and destruction stop?
One day,
Just one day is all I ask.
One day where everyone in the world can smile and relax.
One day, that day will come.

one day,
i'll get over you
one day,
i'll be able to reminisce
without feeling sad

one day,
i can laugh along with my friends
when they're talking about you

and i'm really
looking forward
for that day to happen

Many would be more then glad to take your place...hold my hand .. kisses to the forehead. .tell me I love you baby everyday!  No games..build each other up ..take each other beyond the stars..that's my #1 fan place ..that's my man one day. .