Borderline hues shatter upon the
fragmentations
                        of sullen gullied pools..

Where the refraction of utopia shines,
  the *** is deceitful and tarnished.

As every prism of reverence disperses.
                    Heaven is a shard of falsehood
cutting into the sky...

Perceptions see an aura-borealis.
                 But woven with the beauty
is the curse of fallen angels..

For all who stared upon the glare
         were severed from sight...

Dilating upon the sorrow of
           written words etched in eyelids.

The world was beauty, and you blinded it..
       Now we will scratch every word inward.

See the error of your ways, and walk as before.

in the blue skys, I find my way
in the gray ones, I am lost
every day I walk this maze
yet still I haven't found the finish
there are so many ways to take one step
some I have forgot

being trapped in here
turned me quite the cynic
I don't trust anybody I find in it

but as long as the skies are blue
I just might find my way
I must keep fighting the fog
keep up the daily struggle
just to keep away the Haze

Just tell me how, how to tell someone how much they mean to you? With all the letters in the alphabeth, and the words in every book, I can't even come close. You're so much more than the sun, the moon and the stars. More than the grass, the oceans and the sky. So much more than just a reason to wake up and look up. Much more than the blood in my veins and the cells in my brain. More than the smell of rain, and more than the mess that is my room. You are so much more than every book I read, coffee I drink or day I live. You're everything that keeps me going, and I want to let you know how much you mean but... But just tell me how? How to tell someone how much they mean to you?

Because I need you to know.

i.

Many Creation's ago
Throughout the time of the great bolide;
The Chromosphere flashed, unearthly tide's

ii.

Streak's glitzed the sky's
Hell underneath shook;
The lord brought me and Jane together, Gaveth us Bible's as book

iii.

I shalt not leaveth her
In this time of great travail;
We shalt be called up, the word's " cometh hither" shalt be mailed


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Betwixt the Alloquy
Of me and Reyna Jane's tongue's;
Spilleth out the astrology, aloft the moon and the sun.

God shalt unite us
In the new life;
Of the next.

Thither the peace coming
The fountain's shalt be running;
With Christ's aura of his mightiness.

The world's now faltering
Forward star's to hit this dune;
Annular mushroom cloud's, as well from man's nuclear doom.

As china faileth, and the State's of America fumble
I'm ready to go, so queen do knoweth;
The stock's art about to jumble.

Look high, mine love
To ourn creator above;
Trumpet's art about to be blown.

The celestial's art heavy
Ourn universal levee;
Is broken, so clingeth to me mine dove.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry