Streched out gazing, on the sands,
Of one more of the common seas,
An orange orb setting slowly apparent,
Shiny path of light heavenly,reaching my feet,
Taking me briefly,to creations wonderous,
Minds magnanimous,hearts Alexandrian,
A short utopia of a world universally real!
The unrests forgotten, all toils borne stoic.
All shall pass,Endurance is all, truly Human!

As the path sinks into the deep waters dark,
To shine in worlds other,rays of morning hope,
I know they shall witness the same, some morning!
Night lights of revelry beckon me,the traveller ever,
I merge in them,the sunset feeling sacred in my heart,
Praying,May it hold true for all people all over Earth!

Waterfront oceanic plaza
Greecian shore taketh me in
Giveth me a smile
Taketh away mine sins
White ivory abode's
Poppies brighten the morning
European rose
Monk-shood
Wolfbane
Wraps around the hellinic bramble
Mine words are highly gambled
To the villager's upon
Shakespherian of dawn
For Greece kisses me sweetly
To their wine in younger bowls......

Greecian souls...

i

Ireland onto greecian-land then onto the Spanish aisles
Scotland, bypassing England, than a thoroughfare of French wild
Wherein the wild-child is me and mine amare, flower's in hair

ii

Than onto Africa, wherein we canst ride the elephant back's
Gazing the scenes, to feedeth the poor and hungry, seeing past all
The great china wall, the markets of Morocco, to India's beads.

iii

Charm's shalt adapt us, as we were their own,no technology
No phones, just collections and folds, of ourn novel Romance sealed by ourn kiss, the altitude of the moon is ourn marital bliss.

©Elsa angelica dedication
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i

Animater I'm anhungered
Anigh to thy brunette canvas
Thou art a calliope to mine ****'s
A second pulse of mine calotype Atlantis.

ii

In Corinth, wherein mine greecian ancestor's do cometh
A cambric carriage with thy grisette dress
Me to be the poetic ******
Thou to be mine Spaniard address.

iii

We'll gad like frat-house student's
Learning lessons, not by ruling stick's
Footing the hills, of forane real
We both shalt be an epilogue, romanticism's epilogist's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa-angelica dedication

I'm a Corinthian of greecian shore
I'm a Irishmen of potato poor
I'm a Frenchmen of all amour'
Whilst also
A English men
Pilgrim brought
A Cherokee
Of sage smoke moss
I'm a swiss bred
Of clearing waters
Yay
A Scottish men of castle dwellers..

Tis all are me
And yes
I'm all of them!!!

I am what I am..

The city lights look beautiful today
The setting seems right
That this very day
I would meet my nemesis
On these last hours of

My arrival has been expected
I'm a stranger to myself
I'm your worst nightmare
I am your lucid dream

Seizing the city lights by their electricity
I'm the light of your days
I live within those shadows you avoid
I live in the souls devoid
I am today

The one your terrible fears turned into reality
I'm the work that you do
I'm the food you eat
I'm on your mind all time
Even when I'm away from all this talk of pennies and dimes

The city lights break evenly
I'm your motivation
Why are you so scared of me dear
I'm right there beside thee
Beside your hurried motion

Hiding in the scenery
Because time is an illusion
You can be in the look for better things
Friends leave you
Enemies make you their pre-occupation

But, when the curtain calls
There is no one answer
Because you worked in the theatre
And my worst rival didn't have a job
I gave him mine

Today
I prayed for the enemy
I hope he is better for everybody
You know why
Because if he were me
If he knew the love we shared

The kisses that I lost
The love and the lust
Your affection
My nostalgia
You were the love I once

My lost love
How does the light of the sunshine
Rest on those beautiful shoulders under the pale pallor of pleasant Pulchritude
I found my bliss amongst the stars of solitude
Solitude is a dear devotion
It enraptures a crowd
It needs a loud rabble
A commotion
To make it more pleasant

I love silence
For it can drive out my inner desires
For company
My friends
My girlfriends
Come from the same bookends
Bookmarks which we call destiny
As old conversation of the curtain on the cusp of her miens
She stares outside the window shyly
Her name lovely as the summer breeze
She feels her nerves pulsating
Letting lips quiver slightly
Her lover touches her *****
Slyly caressing his neck against her chin
His shin rather pleasant placed against her skin
He takes his pants off
Kisses her while she laughs
Her gelid calm brings a look of icy green
This Greecian God is gonna live forever
His princess is gonna love him
For his good nature
THoughts remain supple
******* remain a whisper
Her spirited ride against his saddle
She often straddles him with her bare buttocks
Safe to say they've had large assets for the sensuous love-making
This is a scene of serenity
For most with a love for dignity
He gently comes
As love whispers
"I love you"
Love was my enemy

Is this a battle for your heart,
Akin to Helen's heart for Troy?
A war for your love?
What may he fight for, what shall he win?
I shall fight like a soldier of antiquity,
Like a Greecian God amongst Peloponnesian hordes,
For the spot in your heart called
Your one and only.