#embodiment
The body is a borrowed shoreline,
salt-lipped and listening,
never certain which tide will claim it.
Bone is a cathedral of quiet lightning.
Veins hum their red psalms
beneath a ceiling of tender skin.
The heart, stubborn metronome,
conducts its invisible orchestra
with trembling wrists.
Outside, the sky rehearses its tempers.
Clouds bruise without warning.
Wind presses its cold palms
against the windows of our ribs.
I have seen mornings bloom gold as marigolds
and by afternoon curdle into iron.
I have felt my pulse flutter like a startled sparrow
at the slightest rumor of thunder.
We walk through orchards of uncertainty,
each breath a porcelain cup
balanced on the lip of gravity.
The earth turns without consulting us.
The seasons molt in secret.
Inside, cells divide like whispered conspiracies.
A single spark can unspool
the silk tapestry of equilibrium.
A single kindness can stitch it back
with luminous thread.
Both the body and the world
are tempest and tenderness intertwined.
They are avalanches disguised as lullabies,
gardens seeded with meteorite dust.
Still, we wake.
Still, we anchor ourselves
to the small mercies.
Warm tea steaming in porcelain dawn.
The hush of snowfall on bare branches.
The quiet covenant of breath entering,
breath leaving.
Unpredictable, yes.
But astonishing.
A fragile vessel sailing
through a mercurial cosmos,
lantern held high
against the weather.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC
A moment lies where time both swells
and ebbs,
the future lies in the shadows of the past.
It moves you through the world,
unfolding the essence of being.
Holding the grace that’s been given,
which came to be through necessities,
anger, compassion, yet also truth;
what the moon is to the sun.
It reflects the true nature of body & soul,
relational forces centering the self,
bound to each only by light and gravity.
Casting myself upon the world,
I became my own shadow.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
(what lives in me before I understand)
It begins in my body
long before my mind arrives.
A surge, a flicker,
a trembling at the root of me
that says:
we are already feeling.
There is no stillness
that does not ripple.
No calm
that doesn’t carry the hum beneath it -
not peace,
but a kind of readiness.
Like lightning waiting just behind the skin.
I used to try to stop it.
To breathe it away.
To silence it
before it unraveled me in front of someone else.
But it only grew sharper in the hiding.
It only screamed louder
the more I tried to be soft.
Now,
I listen.
Not because I’m unafraid,
but because I’m done pretending
this isn’t me.
This intensity -
it isn’t a problem.
It’s a language.
One I’ve been speaking since before I had words.
Maybe even longer.
Maybe it was handed down,
a birthright carved from all the grief
my blood couldn’t name.
It leaves when it wants to.
Returns just as quickly.
There is no asking it to stay gone.
Only learning
not to run
when it comes back.
And so I live
with this current in me.
I build small shelters around it.
I move gently
but not away.
I say:
I hear you.
You don’t have to beg.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:46 PM UTC
Soft breeze
Warm sun
Hungry skin
Bees hum
Heart throbs
Sap rises
Body softens
Flower opens
Spine tremors
Simply divine
This,
Spring Time.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
I was born from a storm
destructed from flesh to bone
beautifully perched in a cloak
in arbitrary, it was a dysmorphic view.
_"How have I morphed into this?"_
And all the skeletons in my closet seem like a myth hanging around in a locket, I gave you a thing where I put my little heart into it. I've gained in my drastic, obnoxious change.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 12:01 PM UTC
Hello my friend
I am glad you are here
We have much to discuss!
I have missed you
While you were away
Wandering.
It is hard to be
When the spirit is elsewhere
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.
I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.
By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.
I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.
Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.
I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance. Visible.
Free in the Body.
I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.
The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions
Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin.
Trash could fill my surrounds, and in.
******* would be in my mind,
I sometimes I could hope,
that a coin
might land
inside
.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
in your eyes
the sky is twice as deep
and on your lips,
the sun, its hottest yet
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul,
Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted
For the fact is
The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man.
Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be
Calculating and engineering plans and strategies
That will never leave your mind,
Free
To be or not to be
A mockerey
Of your confused biology, which hysterically
Questions your existence.
A gift so great,
Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you,
Which is life!
Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness,
Clarity and justice.
A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window.
Revitilises,
Re-energises,
Re-grows,
The root of your soul
As if the buds of may.
Honey toned, chocolate foamed
Milky light,
All pleasures for your delight.
Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection
Formed from Aphrodite's tears.
But the woman,
The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature
That if she was to know,
Overstand
Or
Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge
Then-man-would-be-woman.
To trap and encase a man like a rodent
Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart,
Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song.
Skin soft, eyes lost
Sight of who I am,
Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same,
But am I really to blame?
For the insecurities that you have belittled on me.
For my hair is long,
Then short,
Then short,
Then none.
My skin dark,
Then light,
Then light,
But not right
A constant fight,
A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still
I Exist!
And realise whatever you insist, still
I Exist,
Which is that gift that i hold in my being here,
Looking there
At my elegant stare,,
Which i dare
To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly.
No longer do I fear my image
As it is a powerful icon of modern day life
To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife
To help a man.
To have.
A happy.
WIFE!
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
I ɖʀɨռҡɛtɦ ɦɛʀ քռɛʊʍa
I sաɨɢ ʊքօռ ɦɛʀ ɨռċaʀռatɨօռ;
Sɦɛ ɨs tɦɛ saċʀɛɖ ɛʍɮօɖɨʍɛռt
Oʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռt աօʀʟɖ's aռɖ ռatɨօռ's.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
*if ever you
need a place
to rest, there is a four
chamber apartment inside
my chest.* if ever the molecules
that make up your head convince you
that you're better off dead, let
my bruised and broken back
bone be your solemn
deathly home.
embody me
completely.
and do
not do
it
discreetly.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
You were always there for me.
I didn't know why I was crying
You did
I didn't know what made me smile
You did
I struggled to walk
You gave me arms
I struggled to talk
You taught
I was indecisive
I was stupid
I was selfish
I was arrogant
I did hate you
I did hurt you
You did nothing
Just stood by
You were always there for me
Things have took turn now
The wheel of life has rotated
But trust in,
You can always rest on my shoulders
Just like,
You were always there for me,
I will always be for you!!!
And I'll never let go!!!!
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC