#grail
Almost too much, a cursed grail
A heavy stone rolling down a hill
Almost too much when I fell down
Almost too much when I hit the ground
Almost too much when the she-bird sang
A sorrowful song sodden with pain
Almost too much, too much when I failed
A heavy stone rolling down a hill
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
Devils are walking amongst us
And the only thing left to believe
Is to believe
We are here
Trading skeletons for skeletons
Trying to lighten the load
Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die
To bring you home
Sometimes we wonder
Are our moons for sale?
Are our moons in high demand
Or have they become surpluses?
While we prepare for our last meal
We take our shot at building our paradises
A little bubble, a little refuge
So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational
A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond
The moon belongs to everyone
Like the Sun, the day, and the night
And it's looking to play
If we must drink blood
Might as well pour it in the holy grail
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
Come and hop aboard my lifelong childhood cause
Before the swirl in the ocean, makes it come to a pause
It’s not at all, what it seems
I’m Just trying to fulfil my childhood dreams
Paddling up stream, to reach a sandy shore
Seeing distant island mirages, with no actual solid ocean floor
Time to get me off this windy sail, before its put up on eBay for sale
I’ll instead join a holy cause, that one day, might just find the holy grail.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
Love, essence of life.
Kind, patient and innocent.
Quest for a pure heart.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
so juxtaposed
I feel, I feel
concomitant
on a fulcrum
in a stasis
at the nadir
and the return
and I demur
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Beautiful heart
A heart not to be worn on your sleeve
In search of Love in a pit of snakes
White rose among the scarlet
Only to be found once in a lifetime
Disappeared it has
Like a cat sleeping in a windowsill
A common site overlooked
It was always there
The vase in the window now is missing
The one with the golden heart
Locked away far from sight
Never again to grant the opportunity to be shattered
A beautiful heart
The holy grail
Shall be difficult to find
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Every morning I
jump out of an airplane with
out a parachute:
Swallows Starlings and
Ancient Sparrows caress Me
through Mt. Everest,
Humming Magpie’s hang
on to my fingertips past
Burj Khalifa in Dubai.
Plummeting over
the lark’s meadow the loon’s lake
and today seems small.
Fifteen-thousand feet
holds the rebirth of rubber
band resiliency,
Chant with my feathers
now bound to tumbling shoulder
blades like holy fowl.
Destiny a grail
all-embracing imminent
possibilities.
Morning endures as
I ascend our reflecting clouds
“Today is the day”.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Marching across the lands looking for foes to impale
A show of brutality killing those who oppose my flail
I am Arthur, King of The Britons
And I seek the grail
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Can immortality be found in a cup?
I long to partake with you.
In your immortality--
You leave as I leave your cup.
Leave me inside the cup
Mouth your prayers
Cover the lid, a boulder, cavernous sun.
Distance measures itself,
As the circle is to your cup,
While I stare, beseeching
At the wind turning you into dust
Her ritual is done. It is done.
His body-- the body of her son.
The wind lifts her hands to offer you.
The sun bares his teeth.
Sipping in your cup, then came an epiphany--
I am who am.
I: the carnivorous sun.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
Well I'm ridin through the crossroads
on a midnight jet black horse,
got my pistol cocked and my sabre sheathed
,but loosely as a matter of course-
In the past I could let my guard down,
but Tonight I must not fail,
I'm like Jonah riding in the belly of the beast
while Ahab takes aim at the whale,
screaming from Hells heart I stab at thee for hate I spit my last breath
but tonight's my night
the coin's just took flight will it be life or endless death?,
I'm a wanted man with a blackened name,
and the hunter's have my scent,
but it's my one true love who I've got to save,
so on her rescue I'm Hellbent.
And the hell in there is not a turn of phrase,
she's in the grip of Satan's kin,
and if silver and steel can't save her soul,
I'll trade my own straight in.
because Sweet Alice always warned me
'bout the company I kept,
but I ignored her wisdom and for my sins,
she was taken while I slept,
by a Hell spawned demon creature
straight from Lucifer's darkest dream,
and her sob of fear is all I could hear,
now I'm haunted by that scream,
and for 11 years I've faced all my fears
on an evil infested trail,
a Witch woman omen caster told me I could save her with the holy grail.
I turn to see the demon following me
thru the gloom and misty hail,
and for the thousandth time I curse my oath to quest for the holy grail,
but Sweet Alice needs me to be strong,
and so I must not fail,
to face hell's hordes and save her soul I must find the holy grail
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
i.
The breadth of her aura
Stretcheth like a veil;
From the philippines, she was created of tropical tree detail.
ii.
As one entereth her extrasolar city
Thou shalt findeth there's no need for the sun or the moon;
She is the light, the scintillate of star clustered room's.
iii.
Just beyond the river Jordan
Where stream's of heaven tint;
She's not for sale, she's the grail of the gate's of holiness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC