And more than anything
Fall in love with someone who makes you sure
Someone who makes you sure;
That the world isn't such a bad place
That it has to be full of love, because look at that face
That your life, your love is meant for so much more

Because more than anything
We love, to be saved...
Fall in love with someone
Who has you convinced, that they are your Savior
And just pray... That they feel the same

Because Falling in love with your savior, it's the only form of heaven we can know

I admit I'm not perfect,
but you're still here with me to protect
No words can explain,
the happiness I gain
With you I'm feeling blessed,
'cause you're trully the best.



11/22/15

God bless the brittle ones
they have no anger, they have no guns
God bless the little ones
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our fate
they are new to the human traits
God save them from the wait
Lord take them straight to the gates

God bless the rising dawn
it's a new day for living on
God bless who's already gone
they are daughters, they are sons

God save them from our hate
they are new to these fateful straits
God save them from our weight
Lord take them straight to the gates

Waking up from a dead sleep, trying to come back to reality
I reach for you on the other side of the bed, shaking
You're too far away, for inches feel like miles between us
My hands find their way to your skin in the pitch dark room
Eyelids flutter like butterfly wings as you begin to awake
Far too familiar with this routine in the middle of the night
When I find a way to escape my worst fears in that alternate world
And come back home, out of breath with waterfalls of tears
You sit up and pull me onto your chest, kissing my forehead
And the two of us sit in silence as a tangled mess of limbs
Until my breathing evens out and my heartbeat becomes steady
And once again, you save me from the horrible nightmares

Savior of my saddest days
Catcher of my fallen self
You're always there
My everyday superhero

rather than being told that I am strong
or getting angry at because I am weak
I want you to simply reach out your hand
and say "trust me, I can save you"

Traveling through the dusk tunnel
A pinpoint of light at the end;
Warmth overtaketh me
The beginning of life's around the bend.

One hundred kin
Waiting to greet me in;
All smiling, all radiating
Ages range from five to one-hundred and nine,
Some looketh old, though all's young: no age existeth, time here is not told. Age only existeth back on earth, though here; all age's art the same, no one is special by their birth.

Betwixt mine family standeth tall mine savior and lord
Jesus Christ the king; with angel's whom standeth beside him, as tis they speaketh together telepathically. In Christ's hand's he reacheth out to me- as whilst I looketh at his eye's aqua green, the universe showeth itself in a way to Man unseen; and whilst at that moment clearly I hadst seen the hole's in his Palm's and feet, his word's " cometh hither mine son" I bowed in front of mine kin to him instantaneously.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Your hands, they're trembling again.
Mine are too.
I reach out to save you,
but suddenly I'm grasping a ledge.

I didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I gave myself a role.
You didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I claimed you as mine.

There's so many of you!
What am I supposed to do?
Can I even do anything?

No, I can't.
I can't save even a single life.
That power doesn't lie with me,
not in the least.

Yet there is a hope!
A hope beyond me.
A hope that transcends time;
a force greater than I can imagine!

On a tree, this hope was hung.
A man judged for all time,
A God who sacrificed all he had,
for the sake of monsters like us.

Yes, this hero, this God-man, this Jesus
died and was raised to life.
This Savior who came for us,
who claimed His children's lives as His own.

He will save you, not me!
I have no hope to give on my own,
but that Jesus died, bearing your sin
and killing it forever.

He will claim those who are His,
and He will save them.

I'm no savior, and I don't have to try to be.

Within lamenting hushened calls,
Shepards watch thine burning sea.
As bussoms burn with froths of lies,
I shall avenge you, this I decree.


Lost art thou, to seven layers.
A trembled ground from which you cry,
With sword and dagger at my side,
To free you, I would surely die.


Worry not, the chains that bind,
I shall crush with mine own hands.
For power beacons within mine heart,
To crumble towers into sand.


But thy doth not knowst,
To slay the beast of sorcery.
The sword I bring is my mind,
And the dagger is mine poetry.

Is like biting off a piece of sadness.
I cannot comprise,
but I can surely feel their madness.
I love them all to pieces,
and I just want them to be safe.
I want them to know, for sure,
what's waiting for them in their fate.
I want to shout about the gospel,
tell everyone who breathes.
Jesus is their Savior,
the only one they need.