Lost in this world without a bearing
Like a message in bottle at sea
Carried by waves of different sizes
Drifting at the waves command
Momentarily settles on the shore
Then taken away by salty waters
Pushed down hard from the surface
A hurried resurface to gasp for air
It is a never ending cycle
Being stranded and then washed away
A game of patience and struggles
Till someone picks me up and keep me safe

Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss.
O' to her abode; I wish.

In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time.

Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces.
Holy being's, with an undying
Age.

Sage wilt rise in secret places,
Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted.
Glory, glory, none more waiting
Stations, I'll await with patience;
As with patience
Only good
Thing's
Come.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)

You & I'll meet again
I know it deep inside my heart
We will surely overcome the pain
And we will never be apart

I won't say goodbye my friend
For you & I'll meet again
Together we will be till the end
When you & I'll meet again

There would be no boundaries
There would be no fears
But only eternal seas
And many happy tears

Like twinkling stars piercing from dark
Would be our life bloom in the spring
Wandering peacefully we would hark
To the birds around us sing

You & I'll meet again
I won't say goodbye my friend
For you and I'll meet again
Together we will be till the end...

Imagine the oppressor
Imagine the oppressed
Comfort your anxieties
With the mantra
Torture and punishment has happened
To shape the confidence of your language
Stealing original image
Vengeance must be imagined or it will consume you all like fire
Imagine the fire
Begin a new hallucination
Social limits
Aesthetic will not care
if it were put off any longer we would be gone
Give importance just to ruin it
I am building upon it
It has never gone away
risking life and risking death are the same

regardless of whether is was me or not
it is inevitable
that a mixed race male
would be considered “passing”
and accumulate all the weapons
and silent confidence
of privileged society
trained with the most valuable
intellectual materials
he would expose the disparity
and its shame
in its naked entirety
like I
everyday
exist in its entirety
thoroughly through
the most cooperative
conceivable act
of eternal mixture

I squint
its so unbelievably strange
I guess this is what freedom
is like
after being enslaved

I read that anger is weakness, and that patience is strength
But it is from anger that I found my strongest self, from blind fury that I learned my fists can break steel and my entire body is made from diamond.
How can patience be strength when every single agony-filled second that drags by I feel myself growing weaker and frailer?