My darkness
turns into
brightness.
My sadness
turns into
happiness.
My loneliness
turns into
companionship.
Your love gives me
rapturousness.
Your being with me.
Means the world to me.
If you are smiling right now.
Would be priceless.

Painting with Sunshine**
Awhile ago, I was asked
by my closest friend,
To write about happiness.
To no avail,
I wriggled thru the akward;
Painstakeing strokes; i
Summoned imagination
Thru the inspiration of hope...
But now, omw to see Shine...
I could sing divine.
My heart is sublime.
Happiness;
Tonight;
For Once is mine.
Upon a time.

When the
poets’ soul
wears-off
its bones and flesh
At most,
by only then
the poets’ poetry
becomes priceless


11/10/2015
Mysterious Aries

Love is priceless
Yet
The most expensive and rarest thing
In the world today.

Love keeps us sane
But
Most of the time
It drives us crazy.

Love is a paradox
And
Full of ironies
Something that I will never understand.

Throughout our life
We all suffer a lot of pain
We've to do a lot of struggle
Struggle of existence
      "       for survival
And so more
We conceive a lot
"   bear a lot
"   tear a lot
But,the pain we feel
Is less than someone else
Yes,if we together all our pain
Still it would less than a mother's pain
Believe it or not
But, a female is more strong
Than a male
The pain a mother bears
None else can bear
Think over it
And,you can realise
How much worthy she is
Even she's the most precious
So,love her a lot
Respect her from core of your heart
A single tear of a mother
Is enough to destroy anyone
So love her immensely,unconditionally
God'll bless you
God'll praise you-Written on 04.10.2012

Today I bought a square plate
it's not for me, but for an enemy
that I could do worse things to, if I was a less noble person
as the things they've done I will not speak.

The plate is porcelain and quite finely made
elegant and excellently finished for how not so pricey it was
hints of history seems to hide in it's shell--
as seams are weaved into
what has probably lived a long and unused existence
this handcrafted masterpiece.

Separately painted by some fancy artist
to whom I do not recognize the name of,
although it is said he may have done something wrought with his ear
or did this man's uncle make this plate, oh well, I am unsure.

It is these very details to why,
I am now in possession of this piece of the past
that will be priceless to those who know more craftsmanship,
at least more knowledgeable than the man who sold it to me.

From the gleaming in your eyes
I can tell this plate may even mean a great deal to you
is this true my good friend?
oh well, I guess I can give the plate to you
instead of the devil I spoke of before.

*As I handed my prize to them
it began to feel heavier than any ordinary plate should,
gravity granted the greatest reprise I've ever sought
as the demon's face whelmed with depression
and mine satisfaction--
for being such a convincing storyteller.

She feeleth and thinketh she hast none worth,
If only I couldst showeth her the truth.....
That there is no Ruby
Nor gem,
Nor diamond,
Nor any brick of  laden gold,
Nor any treasure chest,
Nor any amount of the worthless dollar bill,
That couldst buyeth who she is
Physically,
Spiritually,
Mentally,
Emotionally,
In all way's.....
No other reserve of this carnal world shalt showeth her the worth she hath....
She is an upper galaxy divine messenger,
Not to just me
But to others;
As her worth isn't measured by earth-like standard.....
No material canst measure up to her merit........
She cometh from her luna,
The one wherein the seraph's wander.....
And art caregivers
And helper's
And they art the true hopeless romantic's of the blue orb air....
She is worth more, than anything to God,
Yet,
She doesn't quite fully understand yet......
But to me,
She's worth living for.
She's worth dying for,
She's worth this life.
As the next
   And the next
      And the next
         And the next
            And the next
                                   Then the next
                                      Then the next
                                         Then the next
                                            Then the next
                                               Then the next.........
As she's worth it so much to me I shalt wait a million more next's just for her to be with me.....as she's worth more than anything!!!!





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry