"imperium" poems
i.
Lief O' Lief, or the gloaming,
Inly beholding; the imperium
Betwixt ourn palm's.
ii.
Beckowing song's, thro the chamber's
And corridor's; Crystal chandeliers,
Whites in the luster that Pierce.
iii.
An abatjour, bringing elan up through the floor's,
A woo for mine girl;
Mi amour', mi amour'.
iv.
We shalt accend, adamantine. Adaxial, tacent in talk;
Taction bloprined. Jerusalem's city, renewed, refined.
Inviolable Yeshua; afar off, Jesus abideth here,
readeth the sign.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
Auspexes chiming targets acquired
purple smoking lances fire
Cherub dead face wings flutter
Ghost choir sings and voices mutter
Scrolling cognator clicking gears
snaking red glow cables fear
dull black cermite gleaming; polished
through the walls
with violence; demolished
Flags of battle now unfurled
Exterminatus; the end of world's
Atop the pile men stand tall
now fall back quickly to the halls
with bolter, chain, claw and hammer
fight back the witch, the mutant; unsanctioned psyker
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
*Imperium stochastic place,
Much relevant ruins of here
Telpher away! provoke not thee
Gravel your verminous fears
For what not pleasant implicates,
Doubles; then impales when not seen
Bombards a sternum; which there lie *****
Telpher away with steed!*
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
I looked deep into nothingness, and I felt fear
The emptiness within me became vivid and clear
The cycles of deception brought shame and a tear
I thought her love would save me, but she isn't here.
And now I am left to reconcile my shame
I sacrificed virtue, seeking respect and fame
But respect is something I could never attain
Because the courage in me I'm unable to maintain.
I became so lost within my selfish revelries
I could not strike back and awaken bravery
There were no weapons left in the armorey
For cowardice had broken and devoured me.
I saw a ghost, in my prolonged absence
I realized I could not undo all the damage
And now I'm left, to search and to salvage
In pursuit of truth this whole earth I will scavenge.
I take heart in darkness and delirium
Though I am merely a slave to the imperium
A black hearted piece of bacterium
Though from my shame I will compose a requiem .
I looked into myself and saw a coward at heart
I held her love in my hands, and I ripped it apart
I realized that I was empty from the start
I thought that I'd find some measure of solace in Sartre.
I had forgotten the love for my comrades
Those I'd nearly lost in egotistical contests
One must escape from such cyclical mindsets
And awaken with honor when the red sun rises.
But from the brink of nothingness, I must return
Even it means I must light a torch and be burned
Strength is never given, it is something to be earned
For it is virtue itself that I must fight to discern.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 8:07 PM UTC
*Keanu, salvum fac pópulum tuum.
et benedic hæreditati tuæ;
Dona ad victoriam imperator,
super hostes eorum.
et ex quo imperium tuum,
habitationem tuam substravisti.*
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
An empire, built on Extreme empathy.
Welcomes in the parasite of its own demise
Feeds the anarchy with the cornerstones of its ethics.
Tears down it’s moral walls so as not to offend it’s destruction
Lies with blank smiling eyes, eviscerated in the street.
Good thing, good thing we were so woke.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Between information and entertainment
While I practice my own divination
From criticism and determination
I find that I'm deteroatinng
Before all my summer leaves turn red
And fall to hit the ground so dead
I practice every page I read
Recitie it a million times in head
Then deep in my globes core if woes
Where more than the hottest magma flows
My thoughts turn to plasma
I cannot stop the phantoms bantar
So if I super solider
The serum imperium
I shall shake the frustrate if the open hand you take
Supported?
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum;
This book is really an imperium
Which teaches everyone decorum.
A true product of petroleum –
To fire out fallacy and presidium
And produces highest order decorum.
A place of mental gymnasium:
Highly creative, productive ***
Where ill shaded in mausoleum,
The place with lot of decorum,
Cannot be found in millennium.
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
I am an imperium of salt and smoke.
Mine a kingdom of one and all.
My castle up on clouds on the ground.
Majestic like a house of cards.
A blind king sits upon a broken throne.
A ghost and a statue the protectors at my gate.
A poet in my tower with a rose in his hands,
bleeding ink from the thorns.
A fairy wanders on the winds like echoes from beyond my walls.
A siren sits by a lake of black water,
and sings a silent song for the moon.
The moon calls upon the black water,
and sends its hunger in tides against my fortress.
The blind king smiles;
the bonfire burns safely within my walls.
Then a coward comes in seek of sanctuary.
Within my walls his madness infects me,
renders strife upon me, begets uproar,
and tears me asunder.
Madness infects my kingdom of one and all.
Obsessed, they destroy each other.
My kingdom falls into desolation.
Punishment for my pride, I become an imperium ruined.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
Beauty as the burden burned,
beauty broken finch.
Beauty as the one eyed world,
her beauty as defeat.
Her brow be ****** bleached in broken
bereave brief ‘boldened by bleak bonnet
now tossed unto the ground.
Never wretched young hopeful, angel by grace.
Witching run by chosen one, a blessing and a race.
The imperium titan dominion o’er all,
she standing ***** and tall speak ever of fall.
A worry wormed wicked way up wisdom’s womb,
yet still courage when witnessed begs wonder and swoons.
She's epic and glowing and ever in bloom.
Beauty as the burden spurned,
beauty spared from lynch.
Beauty as the sun dyed world,
Her beauty is concrete.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
I enter this world
With fists curled
And eyebrows furled
During this life
I dodge the knife
Like a noble knight
Of a modern plight
The task from above
Orders ask for love
But push and shove
Cause awkward hugs
My wish is bliss
But fists are dished
And my only kiss
Is the one I missed
Time keeps dwindling
Like burning kindling
That’s life riddling
My bullet train
Skull of shame
Full of pain
Bullish brain
Bulls through lanes
With road rage
Until old age
Is my cold cage
A piercing dog whistle
Shoots like a thought missile
Through the bog thistle
Signaling my dismissal
Through the trees
I see the forest freeze
And the lifeless bees
Pile into a sea
I’m sincerely done
With their imperium
Tired of hearing them
Through my delirium
I crash and burn
Like an ashen bird
With no rebirth
I slip away
Into a grave
Where I’ll stay
Can’t press replay
On a lifetime delayed
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC