#forever-27
i.
Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose
Was falling deep into her slumber;
I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state
I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake.
ii.
In the midst of this hallucinatory reality
I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality;
The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me
Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ?
iii.
As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font
From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream?
iv.
Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last;
As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine.
v.
Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's;
The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called?
Ivi.
Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
i.
O' how grand the star's were last evening
As I layed in the dew covered misty grass;
I observed the time, as hour's goeth to fast,
Wilt I last, on mine twenty seventh birthday?
ii.
Tommorrow, the twenty-third, another birth,
Whilst I've lived for twenty-six, I've seen hell.
I've met heaven in mine queen, I've seen cell's
I've discovered godly knowledge, spiritual bliss.
iii.
Shalt I liveth, another timecapsuled round?
I've seen nine-twenty-three, on the clock
For year's, was it a sign of something big
To happen to me, or to the world's own fear's?
iv.
Is it the destruction of earth, is it mine curse,
Shalt I breatheth another eve', shalt mine body
Disconnect with mine spirit; shalt I still smile,
Shalt these bone's goeth home, where Yahweh rest's in aisle's.
v.
Nine-twenty three, cometh soon, of eighty-eight
When I was hatched, in the creator's hand flashed;
Twenty-six fiscal's, making to one more ticking-hand
Wilt mine vision's cometh true, for me, thou, forever 27...
vi.
Shalt I still exist?
Or leaveth quickly to heaven........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© forever 27
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC