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the unspoken word of life to will **** you, the unspoken words that hurt you like no other, the unspoken words have pain along the side of my heart, the unspoken words have pain that no man should endure, the unspoken words have point at the end of it, the unspoken words hold a life time of scars.
i.

Arrayed she is
In yellow daisy
Dress.

ii.

Anon we shalt rest
In castle view
solitude.

iii.

I'm costumed
In coal-black
Wear.

iv.

We romance in
Candlelight awe
Midnight pair.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
Myriah
Doctor, I need medicine
I need prescription of his love daily
I need you beside me,you got my heart baby without you I'm incomplete
He's got me feeling crazy on the inside
I can't even think straight
He's all I see
He's got me looking so crazy
So crazy  in love
He's the cigarette
and I'm the smoker
He's like silver and I'm a rose gold baby
Together we're thick as thieves
When the stars align
And the moonlight shines
I'll hold you close
And make you mine

As the birds sing
And the church bells ring
I'll kiss your lips
Cause you're my everything

If ever you need me
At your side I will be
Always smiling
And filled with glee

Loving you with every bit of my heart
Cause it felt so right from the very start
No matter where life takes us
We'll never be apart

And as the clock ticks away
You will always be the best part of my day
You're all I'll ever need
So with you I'll stay
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
D
rock me gently into sleep
cradle my heart in your hands while I dream
keep me safe as I lay unaware
be my protector,
it shows you care
I've become so tired that I need rest
take me into your arms,
rock me gently,
you're the best.
I'm tired and I just want to be held.... sigh
Not making a sound,
Trapped in my inner self,
With Acid field lungs,
Pounding in my ears
are deadly drums
Caged in like monkeys
Are the voices that surround my head
Autumn burns like fire
Tied to my neck is a short wire
Autumn doesn't scream I'm free
Because it feels as if I'm trapped in this 21 century
Not making a sound
As I'm Connected to that wire
Feet are unable to touch the ground
Here I stand not making a sound
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