I want to be better
Not mad or in anger.
Not giving pique to
Fellow strangers. Not
Giving self the world's
Own pleasures. Not being
Selfish in others letters.
Not being abundant in
Thoughts of me. Thinking
Not on tommorrow
But eternity.
God help me
Be the me
You created me
To be. I'm a
Human who
Has flaws
Mistakes
Have felt
Distrust
Done the
Heartbrakes.
I am ashamed
Of my past
Though want
To move ahead to the
Future and present.
I'm just a transgressor
Trying to overcome the
Darkened essence.
I am not a saint
I'm humbly a peasant.
Meaning poor in my actions.
But those shall change
No longer do I want
To be estranged from
Dios mío. I want to
Give him all
This is me
This is real.

Where is that lover in the black dress? One not of worldly dispair, one of makeup made from queen like caress.
Where is the string player? The dream slayer amongst devils of men, beyond cremation of friend's. For words art just meaning's of all seeming realities of cape fear! No desires ever met, for this one truest of death surely draweth near.
Like liquid to the needle, like wings on the Beatle, air conditioned rooms made from doom, I bleed out prophetic tears!!!
Images of ashy mascara currupts human time, queen of black, sits on back cracking fingers in glue like slime!!!
An actualiser, say adieu to morning glory faces. Painted on places to canvasses of darkened boutique....
The administrator,a navigator gather all on cloudish cobblestoned paths, much more than an assembly....
Babiche laces rambling to the dark souled queens Victorian skin!!!!
Axer thy taste towards her, the one owned by no one!!!! The one adored...

She whistles to heartbrakes destruction...... ( la,LA,LA,LA....she's the only one awake amongst those who snore....


©Brandon Nagley
©Prison poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

in empty halls i find solace
sitting on the floor
         head against the wall
                    eyes shut to the cracking plaster
i hear my heartbeat; signs of an ear infection,
from hearing all that black smoke you call
conversation.
legs crossed, i wait, head bobbing in a sea of
hit the heartbrakes
biding my time
enjoying the brief moments of forgetfulness, when i can sleep, ignoring
each
       buzz
               of your mind.
Once was enough, but I've always been too nice.
and now it's time to finally pay
that price.

A tidy hole between the middle of your chest,
Snapped behind a vest from whence poets did inspire.
Red ****** mire!
It beats silently, yet with heartbrakes destruction violently it screams!!!
It gives life to newborn's dreams, and it can betray you as another..
Choose wisely who you give it to, it might lead one asstray!!
Born tommorrow, dead today..have you found what's important yet?
No I bet...
For the master architect sculpted you this fine vessel, where your treasures you keep locked away by key, can be unopened by the dawn heaven sprinkled!!
Where does thine own treasure lie oh man?
In the heaven's?
Or moss eaten, and dust corrupted, stored away upon this earth!!!!

Hello old friends,
For you art thine only ones who hear this dismemberment,
A chocolate tint I need to paint you,
You've grown ugly since I have left!
Solid color,
You depress me oh walls,
Reminding me one is not come to see me,
Though where shall she be? As I write in moribund manner!
No daily planner dear walls, don't need none of those!
The mall you suggest!!? Think again you liar you,
Yet scarred as me its all soo true,
We've seen the grave and back!
Some judgment we have taken eh old friend?
Like you thine peelings haven't just began,
But match the rotted wood!
Shy you say I am ol walls, for you are just as well!
Well yes, a little shy I guess,
After all,
All the heartbrakes I've been presented with really can keep one silent!!!