"clingeth" poems
How fain doth thine memories remain
Lo! shouldst thou endure the infinite repetitions of these haunting facades that The Abyss glares its gaze upon thine fragile life
The tired clingeth to the images fused to the permanency of thine recollections
Chiseled to the marble of the mind for the mason himself to gazeth upon its work
For betwixt a battered heart and a fickle mind lyeth the remnant of the resentments of life
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Betwixt the Alloquy
Of me and Reyna Jane's tongue's;
Spilleth out the astrology, aloft the moon and the sun.
God shalt unite us
In the new life;
Of the next.
Thither the peace coming
The fountain's shalt be running;
With Christ's aura of his mightiness.
The world's now faltering
Forward star's to hit this dune;
Annular mushroom cloud's, as well from man's nuclear doom.
As china faileth, and the State's of America fumble
I'm ready to go, so queen do knoweth;
The stock's art about to jumble.
Look high, mine love
To ourn creator above;
Trumpet's art about to be blown.
The celestial's art heavy
Ourn universal levee;
Is broken, so clingeth to me mine dove.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC