Chatter.
Chime.
Twinkle.
Rustle.
Sounds of Night no one tries to hear.
Listen...
The grass chatters,
The wind chimes,
The stars twinkle,
The leaves rustle.
It is a pity that not many have the open mind to hear.

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.

I just wanted her to know
In case mine soul releases mine body,
She'll always be mine home
Mine abode, amour, lover, best friend, who to me is so godly!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who I was
before I turned to this

You flow like the waves in the current.
Looking for peace in a space of no direction.
A rock to stop you in your tracks is not enough.
Even the power of the Titanic couldn't handle your fiercest storm. Diving in your ocean can at times be euphoric, but this is contrasted with your tides which are also neurotic.
Land that's stoic, is the key to handling your boundless unpredictability. The ying to your yang, you remain limitless, whilst knowing your limitations.
Sinking every ship, you become swollen.
An equilibrium is all you need and land is the only counterpart to put you at ease.
Ocean of emotion, your mouth spews salt water, try tasting something sweet for a change.
Ocean of emotion, it’s difficult to follow your motion when the colour coming from your mood ring is blue.

Love at first sight? No son, your vision's blurry,
What's encapsulating your feelings is lust
Powerful, but short-lived
Pleasurable through every taste
But after each taste, that void to quench your thirst will remain
If love is a force, lust must be an energy,
Here for the moment, but we don't know how long it will last.

All we hear
Are songs about heartbreak,
Read poems
About heartache.
I think all we really need
Is a heart shake,
To get us out
Of this mind state
                                                       (K R W)

I just want
A love story
That's worth
Being told
                                                       (K R W)

My heart was covered by ice
Now it has melted cause of lies
And I realize what's under it
Is way too weak
I had never cried
Now my pillow shines bright
I used to be strong
Now I feel like in these stupid songs
I've got knives in my chest
My throat is all compressed
It's so hard to keep breathing
I guess I just started what's called living