It is appropriate to say thanks
To All who have bumped into me
To All that I bumped into
For without you, I would not
Know who I am  

Grateful to all who stopped me
Thanking all who aroused a confusion
Believing we were destined to meet up
For without you, I would not
Know who I am

Conscience is busy configuring
Of thoughts, words and deeds
with or without purpose
For without them, I would not
Know Who I am

Overlapping with those of others
Is my conscience, I realize
Indebted to be of service
This I know
For without others, I would not
Know Who I am

Having known this unavoidable
exchange of influences
It would be futile
To move on without bowing
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

I take a knee before you
With open arms
Imploring to let us be in peace
In all our dealings
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

She exhaled, smoke floating from the lips that longed to be pressed against his. The taste of tobacco and chemicals lingered as she watched the cloud dissipate. She sighed and turned her attention to the trees swaying outside, naked with the exception of a thin layer of snow. The sun was finally falling out of view, painting the sky pink and purple on the horizon. She put the cigarette to her lips again, so routinely, as she has done for six years, and she waited. Anxiety grew within her, for the moon was not rising fast enough. She was anxious because she knew with each falling of the sun and rising of the moon, she was even just the slightest bit closer to holding the whole world in her arms again. Her eighteen year old body carried such an enormous weight because she was helpless. She spent every minute trying to rush the stars into shining in the night and the birds into chirping in the morning, to bring her closer to the most grand reunion. Meanwhile, all she could do was chainsmoke to pass the time.

ɨ.

Laʍɛռtɛɖ, օռċɛ ɖɨɖ I, I ɦatɦ ɛxքɛʀɨɛռċɛɖ tʀaռsfiguration, tɦʀօʊɢɦ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟʍatɛ's ɢʟօա; օռċɛ աas a sʊċҡʟɨռɢ, ռօա tɨs ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛɮʟօօɖ's աɦօʟɛ.

ɨɨ.

Tɦօʊɢɦ ʍaռʏ ʍɨʟɛs, sɛքɛʀatɛtɦ օʊʀռ ɮɛɨռɢs, I ҡռօաɛtɦ օռɛ ɖaʏ, I sɦaʟt ɢʀasք ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ. Aռɖ աɦɛռ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt's aʀt ʟօռɛʟʏ ɨռɖɛɛɖ, I'ʟʟ ʟօօҡɛtɦ at ɦɛʀ քɨċtʊʀɛ's օռ ʍɨռɛ աaʟʟ's I'ʟʟ ċʟɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Tɨs, tɦɨs ɨs ʟօʋɛ, աaɨtɨռɢ ʍaռʏ ʟɨʋɛs, tօ ɮɛ աɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ sաaɨռ, ɮɛʟօʋɛɖ aռɖ աɨʄɛ; I ɖօռt ċaʀɛtɦ աɦat ɨt taҡɛs, I'ʟʟ ɢɛt tօ tɦɛɛ ʍɨռɛ Jaռɛ, ɨʄ ɨt taҡɛtɦ a ʍɨʟʟɨօռ sօʀʀօա's, օʋɛʀ aռɖ օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ.

ɨʋ.

Vɛʀɨʟʏ, O' ʋɛʀɨʟʏ, tɨs tɦɨs aʄʄɛċtɨօռ ɨs ʋɛʀɨʟʏ tʀʊɛ, I'ʟʟ ʟօʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ, ɨռ ɖɛatɦ ɮɛʏօռɖ tօ, sօ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ ɦօʊʀ's tɦat աɛʀɛ ռօt tօɢɛtɦɛʀ ɨռ tɦɛ ʄʟɛsɦ, aաaɨtɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass, tastɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ քօɛtʀʏ's ɮʀɛatɦ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ ʊռʟɨҡɛ tɦɛ ʀɛst, օʊʀռ aʍօʊʀ' sɦaʟt ռօt ɖɛքaʀt, tɦʏ ҡɨռɢ ɨs ɦɛʀɛ ʟass, ɦatɦ ռօռɛ ʄɛaʀ ʟass, ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɖaʏ sɦaʟt ċօʍɛtɦ աɦɛռ օʊʀn Lɨք's tօʊċɦ at ʟast.



©Bʀàռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©ɛaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ

i.

When all else faileth
I'll be there;
When this soul shalt leaveth
I'll be there;
When thou feeleth numb
I'll be there;
When this heart succumb's
I'll be there.

ii.

When thou feeleth empty
I'll fill thee up;
When there's not plenty
I'll giveth thee all I hath left,
More than enough.

iii.

When I'm sick and anguished
I'll giveth thee mine breath's;
When I'm dying and famished
I'll bringeth life into thine chest.
When the pain's overloaded
And distance is to much;
I shalt still hold on
To think of thy touch;
When thine eyesight gets blinded
And thine hearing starts to fail,
I shalt giveth thee mine eye's
And ears to heareth,
Musical detail's; and when the thunder roll's,
And the lightning strikes the land
I'll still be waiting amour',
For those valiant wedding plan's.
Because we wilt dance
In this life and the next
Eternal soulmate's
Living eternal life's best.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

the quality of loving persistence
in the face of adversity.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/16/2016

Lying to yourself can harm the universe
The truth it hurts
That's more than just a bunch of rhyming words to fit into the verse

It's time to pay attention to the things we never do in church
You really think you're blessed because you paid tithes to the church?

Couple more dollars on the plate
But now you're doing worse
Dummy keep your money and your patience
Let him do his work

Looking for the meaning of life without a Google search?
All roads lead your soul
Right back to rebirth

I have died and lived,
A thousand times,  
Dead hopeless,  
And with hope relived,

For the hope alone,  
Is indeed power,  
That could ****,
Or give us life,  

Let them know that,
He who lived with hope,  
Never died within,  

And tell them that ,
he who lived hopeless,  
Never really lived,  

Why don't you wait and wait and hope ?

©2015 AROODY