i.

What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that ****, Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.

ii.

Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?

iii.

Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.

iv.

What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding ****...... Ding ****... Ring. Ring!!!!

Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I may not be perfect,
But I really want to tell you;
If you just sincerely forgive then forget,
I would be what you want me to.

A friend you can count on,
Somebody who loves you;
Who thinks it is worth to be both,
And have you as one of the best few.

We shared lots of things,
And I know those are treasures kept;
Which left heartprints on our path,
And on this path lies everything.

We just take things positively,
These are trials and sorrows;
That comes in between,
Forgive and forget is what we believe in...

What safer a place than below my bed
where no one would think to find you,
with things unused and wilted dead
no light with which to blind you,
So out of sight that one would think
you're kept there by neglect
but deep beneath my covers sink
the things best to protect.

How preserved a home, below my head
through pillow, mattress, frame
to keep a work whose letters bled
to the synapses of my brain
where fingers fleeting flashing flop
on a yellow aged face
black below but red on top
in a dark unnoticed place

Where more fitting a home than amongst my socks,
that housed my toes so neatly
with your friends the Shoe and the Kleenex box,
I have locked you in completely
So out of touch with all the world
you feel you've been dismissed,
your dusty coat and your edges curled
any stranger would resist

What safer a place than below my bed
where only I will enjoy your wonder
pages untouched and poems unread
We'll cast the rest asunder
Should the day some where someone knelt
To take one fateful look
Abashed the emotions flowing felt
of my favourite childhood book.

13th and pine
15th and pine
12th and federal
broad and morris
13th and spruce
juniper and lombard
juniper and locust
13th and walnut
18th and ellsworth
12th and kater
23rd and christian
15th and rodman
9th and filbert
17th and carpenter
10th and spruce
17th and cecil b. moore
23rd and annin
17th and ellsworth
somewhere desolate in Germantown
broad and catherine
12th and spruce
4th and catherine
10th and christian
16th and reed

Kiss...
Touch...
Hug...
Time...
Moment...
Feeling...
Heart...
Per­son...
You...

As the stars burn, rake in the silver sky
Lighting it up, like a cinema screen;
Lift your dainty hand and draw,
Marmite love on our canvas of dreams.

As you fade, I’ll begin
Let me in your simple self
And sway
And stay,
there
till the mortal end.

On a fragrant hill someplace lay, a snug you-me;
Squirrels sneak into a daisy, grass and love entwine.
We stare, in trance; at our sublime canvas
at an abstract life so quite.

A sudden chirp precedes your crinkled smile…
The warmth of it…against the coldness of the dew.

Faith is mythical
as lands devoured by sea,
as griffins and goblins,
in tangled daydreams.

By these muddy shores,
shipwrecks of hope.
treasures and tales,
unheard, untold.

Tyrant needs sustain,
their sadist chains hold
dreamers of blue, and gold.