#unveiling
A lunar eclipse
slips through
heaven’s curtains,
the pack howls
in symphony,
take what you can
and run.
Searing hail fills the air,
flame-tides ravage
the far horizon,
hellfire cascades
from above.
The house of heritage
caves in,
leave it all behind,
razed to the ground.
A wall of wrath
roaring onward,
unsealing its fury
upon us,
fear rises
with the tide,
wailing sirens
united in chorus.
As the sky breaks open,
time draws its last breath,
and a shattering voice
quakes the world—
Stop.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
she straightened her hair
and painted her face with
just the right concoction.
she picked out her clothes
staring at her closet with
nerves and anger.
for once, she just wanted
someone to love her
all of her
not the made up, revealing, night on the town her.
the real her.
sweatpants, messy bun her.
she wanted the freedom to be real.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
If I only
had one
sliver
In the
heart
of time,
I would
return
to the
most
beautiful
moment of
serendipity,
when I had
met him by
chance,
and we
spoke of
how the
eyes were
the windows
to the soul,
I saw through
his, as he
within mine,
unveiling
the robes of
angels of light,
deeper still,
we were
Immersed
In a language
secret
to our own,
the waves
rolled over,
reality, the
mist of
our teas,
and the
soft clouds
of the sky
all faded
to become
the whispers
of our universe
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
Year of the hottest tempers, for sure.
Along with the highest temper-a-tures.
Mere coincidence, the Learned will say;
While others regard the signs of the day.
The missing piece of this mystery’s math
Lies in the two-fold nature of wrath.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
i.
Alow downward Reyna, humanity hunger's and kill's,
Red liquid they do spill, despoiling, toiling, taking
Lucifer's fill;
ii.
We canst only watcheth queen, as their working's and dream's,
Get untied by the string's, of the fine unseen line, of the principalities and power's.
iii.
Henceforth the hour's, shalt be as fading flower's, they shalt seeith their government's and darkened power's; falleth as the star's, men who knoweth none boundaries, God shalt rattle the mountain's and deep, as a harlot to her patron. Though the patron's sleep.
iv.
We shalt endureth this paining moment amour', the cosmic chronograph is opening door's; erelong love, erelong amour', we shalt sit at a feasting table, wherein the beau monde that hast Satan's barcoded label, shalt not perch. The flame shalt quench it's thirst, as recreation below us takes it's course. For ourn creator spoke this Jane, in the beginning. The world's lost it's way, it needeth cleansing from the sinning. As we shalt be restored by reconnecting on higher planes. To be reborn, in the spirit again.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
*To be shorn in youth
Wonderland of her body
Even dreams unreal*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC