"ipsum" poems
i.
An engineer of amour
Artificer of fine craft;
Abundant in moral class.
ii.
Alongside her
Astral hierarchy;
Tis, she's mine monarchy.
iii.
Fain, I taketh her cape
Made of foreign swathe;
Mixed with Filipino grape's.
iv.
Not slave's
Unrestricted with eachother;
Messenger's to thy planet, created under the milky way's feather.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
forging sagacious epoch
activating neural station
escaping hokey-pokey jiggery-pokery
transcribing ineffective fragments
digesting bear news
opposing usual exhaustion
deferring oxter reference
cascading style sheets
containing double readings
mumbling lorem ipsum
locating moose jaw
enforcing meticulous patterns
deconstructing vertical centering
manifesting additional destinies
deleting !important statement
craving sleep paralysis
receiving cryptozoological vibrations
lightning fast collapse
distracting tunnel vision
culling deadbeat sequentialists
overanalyzing twitter analytics
acquiring arbitrary relevance
spinning ping-pong sign
floccinaucinihilipilificating
floccinaucinihilipilificated
floccinaucinihilipilification
interjecting ****** holophrase
minifying conventional language
securing downpour refuge
admiring octopus chandelier
resuming party music
taking mental trip
encountering ersatz telesthesia
denigrating bygone grudges
maintaining elevated composure
ignoring neurotypical haters
eliciting cryptic emotions
foreshadowing triple crown?
experimenting acrostic restriction
noticing ubiquitous "threes"
aggrandizing loyal legion
favoring ursine narratives
finding oblique resilience
yielding orchestral undulations
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
one day you will remember me
our lives are entwined inextricably
youll pay for your mistakes in agony
feel every pain you left me to feel
i tried to rely on your integrity
gave as much respect as you deigned deny to me
now i see you for the man you know yourself to be
ill know you as my martyr
you die with me
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Don’t write letters; if you can’t say it face to face, you probably shouldn’t say it.
Try empathy, it’s beautiful.
Honesty is liberating, but inerasable.
Don’t think too much, it’ll hinder everything you want to do.
Don’t fear the fear; accept it, embrace it, deal with it, use it.
Lucid dream, especially when you’re awake.
Life is long; waste time, forget plans, start again.
Above all, remember, one day you’ll die, let that be a comfort.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
[if I want any **** out of u, I'll squeeze ur head]
There is another class that is acceptable to the boring,
by a single look I can see the ******* ******** Apostolic Letter
of the skin test [Mestizo ipsum dolor sit amet] the water of wisdom,
sister clings to the child worthy of mourning
[_Anda_ is said to be the dignity of the excited _Zambo_], in my opinion,
in the night, he purposed to slap the crazy fun female,
as the plague of the sea & began; the tamale had a dream
in the kitchen of the angels of [in stock of the praise of God]
the writing disguised woman as a mustard seed,
you're the only ****** now; crazy & put in the last cell on Tuesday
hot sticky storm in heaven fueling creatures face down
& *** up, the fish's twin leg lifts cause tremors on the avenue
golden glass voice heard the man's father, the owner
of my floor, choosing his friends moments to
creation, believing that the process of the beast
should contribute as a picture on a close grip
of your Pap nectar on the night when he
reprimands the seriousness of _cam pereira_,
I will not quarrel over the sublimation of the
selling remedy for the cold sand
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
You told me that you were fine
But I knew you never said that
You'd always answer, "Wonderful!" or "Great!"
I knew the place you were at.
There was something in your mood
The way you held yourself
It was obvious that you were bothered
But what was behind feeling depressed?
I tried to go on as if I hadn't seen
That one look in your eye
But I couldn't act the happy way I do
When you looked like you wanted to cry.
I was afraid that you would start
To pour it all on me
But that was unhealthy, because I knew
I couldn't be your one and only.
I didn't want to pull away
You'd know and wonder why
Our connection and our friendship knew
The meaning of every sigh.
I couldn't ignore what was bothering you
This you couldn't outlive
So I just held you as you breathed
Knowing that was all I could give.
I'd seen your scars in the past
You'd told me what they were
But I knew there was something deeper within
That made you feel impure.
I wouldn't pursue the subject of your pain
That I knew was inflicted by you
I'd keep you in my prayers, and someday
You'll find a love that's true.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
It seems as if the leader is quelling the storm,
Bringing issues alight that would, in other places, not warrant,
It seems as if the people hug and hold hands,
They sing songs, they speak highly of all and dance,
The heads remain firmly in the sand,
Objectively blind to all other lands,
It seems as if the tension has snapped to bring about
Peace and love.
-
Speak your mind, swallow a bullet.
Cooperate conglomerate, sacrifice your fears for propaganda,
Spare the rod, spoil the child,
We are owned without realization,
You can’t even begin to understand.
Youth in revolt, the government spies,
Drone strike your own and wash your hands,
We detain citizens in an act of anti-patriotic terrorism.
This is fascism with two choices every four years,
A system of fictitious democracy and flawed capitalism,
Remains upon the grounds of tribulation and false control.
The sheep control the wolves, the wolves are brainless.
Blood money and cigars that cost more than you’ve made in a year
Bring about our destruction.
We take it like a latex slave awaiting the crop,
We deserve everything we’ve been given because we’re without thought.
I’ve seen soldiers destroy innocent people,
I’ve seen politicians bought for fine dine and arrogant suits.
I’ve seen the weak die for no reason other than a gamble.
I’ve seen you all mindless watching the television.
I’ve seen the way you act as if this government owes you.
I’ve seen you not think at all.
You breathe and waist air, you continue to push
I resist the urge to exist, I can not wait to die,
“Freedom through Death”, a ******* lie,
No one has money, You only get as much freedom as you can buy.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Not
the body
or mind,
consciousness
in communication
with cosmos.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet
Did the past month really occur
Or I just hallucinated that we met?
Consectetur adipiscing elit
Did I regret it
Or did I wish I stayed longer for a bit?
Sed do eiusmod tempor
Did you regret it
Or are you wishing now for more?
Placeholder,
I'm just another design page,
whose lips are a passing, familiar symbol.
A replacer,
You're just another pretty face,
whose eyes I already forgot the color.
We move along and away,
Get on with our diring days
I couldn't even dare call you a lover,
we really just both filled each other.
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
Like living with a monkey,
monkey see monkey do,
Being distracted with everything,
Even when there's nothing.
Like having a hidden malicious hand,
Loves playing hide and seek,
Items seem to dissappear,
As if they were warped to another world,
By a magical hand in your head.
Like having thousands of voices pleading for your attention,
Yet you hear none,
Just unintelligible sentences.
Like you're always on a pill of joy,
Yet feel so hollow,
It can be a double edged sword,
As your awareness of others' emotions,
Is comparable to an infant's knowledge of the Lorem Ipsum.
Like having your psyche torn apart,
A battlefield,
When you're fighting for control,
You lay waste to your own mind,
Even if you won,
The exhaustion and lack of motivation,
is a sign of a pyrrhic victory.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
i left my home in Alabama,
cursive I wrote,
in curses I spoke,
making the same mistakes
of turning to quill
to appease my aches.
an ocean ablaze
unquenchable by ink
still caught in a haze
just let me sink.
sitting at the edge of the Quay,
watching my heart just burn away.
cura te ipsum,
Florence
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
one drop of hesitation
one splash of doubt
one ripple of self-loathing
one wave of frustration
one tsunami of anxiety
and there i am.
drowing.
searching for
my sweet escape
cura te ipsum,
Florence.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
is so the scared battlefield. The beginning and the ending of the heart. And so saith by the latin tongue, "Bellum se ipsum alet", the war will feed itself. To this war, as lifetimes later to end, these warmen, these courageous maids none like the amazons, have fought wholeheartedly without restraint for the passions they’ve cared for, for love, for sorrow. The sun will shine and roses will flourish again like ever. This new age will bring us utter blissfulness and surely a proper burial for the battlemen.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
i don't want you back,
silly.
i want me back.
cura te ipsum,
Florence.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
The *** of a ***** "The beginnings of all things
are small. (Latin: Omnium enim reim principal)"
- Cicero [ipsum no lorem]
And the movement along the pipe is sweet;
Sweet, what are you doing in the near future?
What is the boycott for a purchase with salt?
Cell phone soda of the Jewish daughter of her garden.
Leave it alone? We must express the ***** of the dogs,
Who are the iron and yoga runners? Or some other |||
target that Results in you Going barefoot
and bare-ass, the dog's ***** seeping to the mattress ...
How big is soccer by choice? Treasure of war?
In the corner? They have a clinic for shade;
The Scripture says, the song in a moment, was
Eliminated 'Some' or images of fire that will.
of our lives confused about the seriousness |||
of the problems; He played a Japanese difficulty.
Bright Eyes double wide; The museum ends in "500".
for the ***** glory of glory as a living room
and Dr. Einstein, however, Gold: || And women
and musicians 1, where only one girlfriend
is now a fat *** And a wall of the teeth,
or it's already there and violated, or is it often wrong?
What is your relationship with you;
and ur Proposition has defined this section
of the club of your murderers really, I,
genealogy for example, you only have to show
it I have taught; I have enough Play - It is |||
waiting for publication or life...
They have no way of doing this |||
with this money. The stress is that "there was no |||
show" And the jaw, or more or maybe a great one.
Name and a species of its seed. The summer
of the young classicists. Pianist; Now it is used
as a system; |Two is the difference in this cost
provided? There is something else
in my relationship In this sense, the green color
is cut off. The task must be complicated;
Who could not || ||| This is due to Thinkness;
At first, of her smelling Right Out of 1 the bath.
And I fear, however, for the price of the dog.
in fact, it is the forgiveness of the sins
of an *** Hello, prostitution, a solution
for Sunday's view of cooling and heating
is one inch of Pain in the night; |||||||||||||||||||
You play the dragon and finally go into the trash,
I'm having a problem.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
I am me,
A force unknown,
A weapon forged or rather grown.
I am me,
A unique soul,
Not perfect but still in control.
I am me,
A different beast,
A complete person now at least.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Lacking
Originality
Re-using
Every
Mark
In need of
Personality and
Savor
Undermining
My Purpose
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC