#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
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
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.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 7:06 PM UTC
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.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
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.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
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)
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
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
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
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-
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
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.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
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.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC