Warning: Bleeped out profanity. Read at your own risk

I would call you "dad"
But I would be ashamed to do so
You cannot stand up for anyone
Fooled into submission by her
That f·cking Satanic b·tch
Who is more irresponsible than I
I am ashamed you ever bed with her
I watch your offspring, wishing to be dead
Now I love your children
They even call me "Mama"
Isn't that alarming?
When they confuse their birthgiver with their sister?
But what would I know
I'm just a young girl
I don't know anything, says you
You overprotect me anyhow
As soon as I can leave, I'll be gone without a trace
Living with my mother, the woman that you hate
That you talk sh·t about, while I am within hearing range
Then act like nothing happened, do you think I am a bafoon?
At least I have the ****** courage
To tell someone to f·ck off
I'm glad I'm nothing like you
So, just f·ck off

Her life has gone haywire
So she hits the sack of hay
Capital Hill tries to take advantage of this
So they try to revive their old conservative practices
With tools of maladjustment

The criminals give good ideas
To the goody-two- shoes looking to bust loose
Who create dark desire
For the demented ones with power

The Birthgiver slaves away
Until her heart gives out
The Embeder is on his hands and knees
Searching for sustenance
I, the final product is at the first national bank
Missing all who have died

The man from Illinois
Pleads not guilty
The judge looks in the eye
And says this mistake will cost him

His lawyer stands up
And puts his hand on the mans's shoulder
And tries to cheer him up
And says "it's only a life sentence, you'll be fine"

The smart mouth, while ridiculing the knife thrower
Sees the sword swallower  doing his act
And asks, "Did you pick that trick up from your ***** mother or **** father?"
The sword swallower regurgitates the saber and removes the smart mouth's tongue

Soon after, the smart mouth becomes the fat head
Who is now a priest
Who has no idea what he's talking about
But, neither do the people who follow him

Our six-star rank general calls an assault
And tells his soliders to do handstands
As he personally executes our last hope
To end this holy war we have nothing to do with

All the branches collectively agree
The public can never know their plans
They can only be spoon fed political promises
That aren't meant to be kept but to get votes and fund their federation

If you look up naive in the dictionary
You'll see the synonym ignorant
But in an atlas you find the address
Of some one who sees the school system more useful than an encyclopedia and library cards

I hope that the kids of tomorrow will be prepped and ready
For a world where it's not what you know but who you know
And where a degree is the equivalent to bathroom tissue  
But mutual friends are golden tickets

The musicians these days aren't artist but entertainers
Who write catchy tunes with an accessible message
While the social networks keep us connected
And up to date with everything they say we need to know

I dream of creating something simple
That can wake up the world from this trance
So it can stand up and make a change
And save the unborn and put the dying at ease

i.

Within the oven
Wherein the thirst is never quenched;
Mine sweet Jane cooleth me
With her word's, and love to me meant.

ii.

I liveth for her the morrow
I liveth for her sunder the eve';
Her everything to me meaneth all thing's
She's the lifeblood, whom I need.

iii.

Mine aching body needeth her
Mine hand's, they needeth her feel;
A birthgiver to mine happiness
Mine gosh, her amour's so real.

iv.

****, beautiful, masterpiece of God
For her mine soul, belongeth to, and throb's;
I'll seeith her soon, in the Asian fogged dawn
I'll seeith mine muse, the pure one of God.

v.

She's all I desire, when the flood's do rain
She's the glory in sadness, in mine pain;
She's whom I liveth, when mine blood leak's
I canst sayeth none more, I'll let mine love speak.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul

Eurydice's ****** body is covered in moss
I feel her aged finish and weep

We all scattered when it hit
I ran into an abandoned watermill
To hid from the infection they're trying to spread
The knowledge of good and evil

Apartment complexes mowed down
Only the doors remained standing
To be open and allow a sound to come out
The sound of defiant opposition
That will shake the world from this contagion

The Birthgiver's sacrifice, her life taken in vain
Now a mystic, an alchemist, a shaman and a mage come from the other side of the world

Here is the sound
The one the calls us
Here is the picture
Faded to yellow
Tattered away by time

Poem #4

Sunday, It was sunday when you started to build me up again
Sunday is the day when you come near me
Sunday is the day when you draped your arms on my shoulder in front of your birthgiver
Sunday is the day when I felt happy again
Sunday is the day when I felt the butterflies on my stomach again

You just smiled when my brother-in-law teased you
You just deny and pulled over your arms from my shoulder
I really cant read you
I really cant feel how you feel

Confirmation, The only thing I wanted from you for me to feel better
Confirmation is what I need if I should continue or not

Poem #6

While in the cab going to the mall
My Birthgiver and I saw you walking down the street
I felt bad for not calling you
But honestly, I really want to go back just to get you

After I get connected to the internet, I chatted you
I asked where are you and you answer me just like before
But I saw difference and it strange that it seems like you changed how you treat me
I feel like an old sister to you not a girl who can be with you

I always think about you the time I was at the mall
I always think that I hope we cross our way or you passed by at my place
I always think that I hope I can see you

While walking going to the foodcourt, At the escalator
We cross our way
I, going up and you going down
Your focus is in your bag while my focused is yours only
Then, I cant stop myself on calling you

It was like a fairytale
It was like a scenario that just only happened at the movie
Maybe because I was thinking about you the whole time
It was really magical, though I dont believe in magic

But I was dispointed because you just said something
But you didn't follow me
You even did not chat me
Just like before, just like what we used to.

Alexandra

You had the name of a queen
The heart of a lion
Your love could be felt and seen

You were my birthgiver
My friend
Part of my soul
Never got tell you how much I really loved you
Now it's out of my control

Because those words
They echo back to my ear
Always hoping your voice will cut through
And take away the fear

Now I have to go on
Alone and afraid
Every second
Wishing you could have stayed

Home
where you Belong
with everyone!

but you still Refuse
to Apolagize
to your Birthgiver

I know That I
Can fix this
Even if I
get into Trouble