#lifeblood
i.
Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;
ii.
Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;
iii.
Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;
iv.
Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;
v.
Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;
vi.
Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
The demons dance,
ominously disguised
as Monsoon clouds,
hovering above the
slick, crimsoned altar.
One more heart,
one more soul,
one more sacrifice
might make the toll.
Life-blood River
deposits iron
on the pyramid's
sculpted stone
cascading, absorbing deep, flooding the gates of hell.
On a canoe of bone
the King embarked
to negotiate peace
with the underworld rule.
"No more blood,
no more skulls
no more souls",
said the Lord . ...
"your time has come.
No more bargaining fool"
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
Driving to work
Feeling a little blue
Thinking about
A life without you
Trying to breathe
Without any air
That's how I'd feel
If you didn't care
Your love is my lifeblood
The fire to my soul
If I didn't have you
I wouldn't be whole
Together forever
On this you can rely
One day without you
I surely would die
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
*Bleed
woman
bleed*
Feed the licks of the Sun
with your immortal womb
Sieze the comfort
of the light before it dies
tried woman
waiting in the amniotic fluid
*Bleed
woman
bleed*
Show up in the afterbirth
before the hours
have gone fetal
deliver yourself from gender
*Live the unknown gaps
free, black and forever*
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I often get a little bit of inspiration,
Just here and there.
And I can pump out products
With great amounts of confidence.
But soon,
My precious inspiration,
My lifeblood and soul,
Shall leave me just a shell of my former self.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
The thrum of a city’s streets; the lifeblood of the foyer’s rack.
A simple lobby to most in passing, yet—to some—a trap of loss and lack.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
to my favorite infatuation,
you told me that i was holding on like it was my lifeblood.
i said you weren't wrong.
right before i left, scared of what might happen next,
you told me that my voice gave me away.
that there was a certain naivety to it.
i hadn't yet been tarnished by the harshness of the world,
and that's what you thought was most beautiful about me.
i will never forget your words.
with love,
the stranger you said was perfect
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
Sometimes these worries paint themselves
in vibrant colors, right behind
my eyelids.
Sometimes they manifest in
the folding-up of old skins, skins that don't quite
fit the mood anymore.
I want to break open those colors and pour
their meanings into the holes chewed open by
late nights and red eyed mornings.
I want to tuck myself into your side like
a barrier against the stones this world
might cast at us, I want to run away with you planted like seeds
under my tongue,
warm and wet enough to grow
a life out of, enough to draw
roots into this soil and to grow
home into these walls.
I don't care if the mice chew holes all the way through, I only care about the way your eyes
dance over the secrets we've built up together in the warm-stickiness of
enmeshed bodies and dreams.
Put my anxieties to sleep, we've had enough
of those to last us a lifetime.
Draw the lifeblood through these walls and tell me
dreams do have a place here and that
all these things we wrap our skin around
can make a home in us
for good.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC