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#unearthly
Given and giver known but a gift unacceptable Offensive, repulsive, and stumbling, but good Unknown and perhaps unknowable, how can it be? Not for delightful display of pleasure and gain But ignored, hidden, forgotten, most shameful And only bewilderment, pain, anger, and questions But in flesh, the Voice understands, and speaks Saying, "You are beloved," but alas only anguish! How can it be? How can it be!? How can love be! So strange unlike any believed in the world As thorns stripped of the roses more desired Or robbed and exiled a kindness most exalted Who prays for an incomprehensible gift returned Who rather a soulmate's help than hear the Voice And mortal comforts than seeing fearsome eternity But as breathe compelled so too acceptance Of an irrevocable gift most uncommonly good Inescapably tearful, trembling, and bowed, walk Thus acknowledged by a freedom most feared And to sacrifice as Abraham ascended Moriah A thanksgiving most honoured and accepted
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Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
THANKSGIVING
I feel scared when I am alone in the middle of a crowd, Which is almost always. I feel irked when The music is much too loud, While the night won't irritate me. I feel flared when Someone abuses the language and are proud, Which is also an insult to themselves. I feel terrorized when They proclaim that there's no one but Al, Not to mention the time of their loudspeakers.
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 7:06 PM UTC
I Feel When
Snow laden rocks way out in the channel Surrounded by a terrible darkness Like great ghosts they come They come from troubled dreams to fetch me home And I shiver when touched By their cold unearthly presence.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Ghosts
moon-ghosts and iron roads, the night is full of white bones, skulls in my jacket, the horizon scurries to free itself drawing in its breath, there is nothing earthly here no love, no bird knotting the sky with its wings.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
moon-ghosts and iron roads
She is not just a woman, or just some mere creation to me. Seeith, she hast a halo, fulsome and rapturous in highest degree. Seeith, doth thou friend; her eye's as a muffled jungle panther; They dance the uncultivated bush, the wind here is her laughter. Cool, it bloweth upon thine sweltered cheek's, she's unseen; Like a dream, she is the shelter every forager desires to keep. I'm hidden amongst the shrub, dying to taketh a peek; I want to catch a glimpse of her, in all her amour', her taste, fine; Her spirit is mine, one of a kind, a dining shine, whilst the moon, In ourn room, she clutches mine anatomy, O', how I'm so happy. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
siya dili lang sa pipila lamang paglalang ( She's not just some mere creation) cebuano tongue
I locked mineself To her leg; I swallowed the key I shackled mineself, into her head. I seeketh not to be free By wordly standard; The great architect Showed me, I'm free with her, tis she is mine lantern. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
solas suas an dorchadas ( light up the darkness) old irish tongue
Keep my poems safe in your heart, Lest your memory forgets them all. For my words are each immaterial, They might lose the value with time. This emotion for you is the truest, Believe when I say that I love you. As this wind changes into a breeze, Keep holding my hand as lovingly. Yes I need you to the happy times, Like I require you in tougher days. This feeling I get is just very divine, It is exactly as if I attained Moksha. Feeling your presence everywhere, It's this memory fueling my life now. Lost not are your happy memories, Helping me out of troubling times. Diving in the divine pool each day, Least caring about what they say.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Moksha
I can't see you there but I feel you, I know that you're near cuz I hear you, I say i'm not scared but I fear you, tell me to beware and I still do, I feel you, slowly burning me alive, every exhale surfaced to the skin comes from deep inside, I can feel you swimming in my mind torching both my eyes, drilling in a little deeper every time, feeling it subside just to come back full force and give a rattle to my life, electric charges running through my body, faces all around, I can hear em calling, being hollowed out, now I think im falling, dropped me underground so they can see me crawling on broken knees-
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
Crawl on Broken Knees
a trembling reaction to every way you fought to keep my hands in yours a fickle name to how your eyelids only leaked promises and how i only ever met your lips with broken glass you tried to pry the answers from my cigarette but you forgot that I buried your baby teeth in the backyard last summer one, two, count my fingers out the window like your swans almost in flight every creature passed under your embrace learned how to curve their wings up like forged protection from your spitfire our teeth leak venom and motor oil, it tastes like how your fists feel against your children's skin when you wrap the women in chains made of expensive gifts and shattered promises, sometimes they clean their teeth and fight back. maybe i won't remember to draw the curtains after you leave but i'll always leave a key under your pillow.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
this is a fight,
fingertips breed restlessness like lovers breathe music faeries are alight within the dust caught in a sunbeam the wind sing-whispers to the quivering blades of grass, melodies one, two, easy words leak from wind-kissed lips nail beds caught in hesitation what a revelation, nettles turn their stinging ****** up towards the expression towards the sun. i revel in this daydream like a kitten in warm milk easing, reaching, yearning hold me closer than you hold each breath.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
coruscation
when i wrote you letters, they never left the sweaty lines of my palms. because i wrote you sonnets, beautiful metaphors and explanations about how my heart living inside your hands was like telescopes reaching for moons. but that's the thing. you left mine unwound, dangling towards the ground and all that my lips held never reached your sky. all i wanted was to make my stars and moons live inside your eyelids. but my wishes were like prayers left next to gravestones, and you never brought me daisies. i gathered up my shells and band-aids and broken bottles after you left. i had no choice. trying in vain to find a corner of that expansive empty that could hold all the ripped letters and lost phone calls and scarred knees i had kept hidden underneath my fingernails and toes. the person i should have been was shattered, g u n f i r e. you wrecked me, and i have spent three years re-charting all the lost moments and inspirations and understanding that i left on the map of your cynicism. sometimes i still ache inside my rib cage. sometimes i can't let my lover touch me, because with my eyes closed his touch feels almost like your poison did. sometimes my words get caught in my throat when i try to breathe. sometimes the safety of the dirt that never sees the the sun is more comforting than the moon. but you will never touch me again. maybe i still want to cry when i feel the pain storming within my bones, but it's not for you anymore.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
aftermath.