being a poet, i live through the words
i transplant emotions i've found
no matter how they think it's absurd
these words keep pouring down

being a human, i'm cursed with these thoughts
what else am i to do?
i write them down to untie the knots
just trying to think it through

being a poet, that's for the birds
i try to sing to the clouds
i set my pain free through my words
the words i can't say out loud

There once was a ******* the news
They say she liked to eat shoes
Keep on your feet
When it's time to eat
Or you may be the next victim to lose

I love science
But I wish I still wondered
why the sky is blue

I adore silence
but i wish innocence
can still be heard

In the serenity
I didn't choose
In the questions
i was forced to conclude

On a lazy fading summer.
Upon the sleeping flowing streams.
Hear the beating of the drummer
Within young hearts deep in our dreams

Distant and near and soft and loud
See them marching bravely by
Young and handsome in the clouds
Marching to a field to die.

Far and near in wars forgotten
Tiny crosses where they are lain
Young and handsome dead and rotten
Never to come home again

Hear the soulful bugles cry
Red flowing on the battleground
See teardrops in a mothers eyes
As youth lies wasted without a sound.

Earl Jane
The deliverer;
Bringing heaven to earth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication