"leadeth" poems
Why might I ask, doth a path lie here
Amidst thorns and angry boughs
Why path, doth thy lie here
When you leadeth nowhere
For so long hath I traveled
Encountering oh so many dangers
Nowhere may I walk
Without a vicious hand drawing up sword
Fiery hate, burning steel
Alas, another life must I rip away
For I cannot lie down and die, no!
Ah, Tamriel, may I not just live in peace
Nay, into your war drawn, a side I must choose
And follow seemingly endless, pointless paths
Much akin to the one lying before me
Ordered to **** **** ****
No peace until one or the other side is annihilated
Upon my shoulders this burden lies
Betraying many whom hath trusted me along the way
Until one way or another a corrupted man lies in control
Then off again down another dreary path
Dark Brotherhood seeking my assistance
Ah, but thou art vile murderers
Down with ye all!!
My blade vows never to rise to such hatred and angst
Dragonborn, Dragonborn! Help us please!
Fetch the Elder Scroll, Banish the evil!
Yet another burden
It would seem all of Tamriel needs at least one favor
Yet I do not shy away
For I love thee, Skyrim
I love the smiles good deeds bring, the thanks
I will continue to fight for what I believe
Until to Sovngarde's arms I am graced
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:26 PM UTC
They crawl hands and knees!!!
Lacklustered fanatic's,
Groupies of needleshooter's and powder transits,
Their noses they wipe off fairied dust!!!
Their skin fragile and delirious!!!
A spoon to copper boil,
Eyeglasses to split the sun ,
Sticky fingers to stop and go..
Bloodied toast!!!
They cringe their pearlies,
And wobbled by to and fro waves,
Their here for today,
Gone for tomorrow!!!
A vein full of sorrows!!!
A hitch hiker of fertile roads,
Though,
Thy load leadeth one down to the pit!!
Within millipede's of Spit,
To drippeth the argot that slurreth them!!
Taketh thy hector out of thy baggage,
Thou serf of emptiness!!
For thy plentiness thou seeketh,
Lies beyond the ark,
Behind the purple shroud!!
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
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*Wouldst thou not gaze again 'pon this humble fool?
For 'tis his script that doth countenance histories,
hence future repeats be 'pon his wither and whim,
thou shouldst see twice his story woven sisterlies.
Wouldst thou not read more of this humble fool?
Mayhap his words doth soothe thy enquiry,
his want and wander leadeth to a contentment,
thou shouldst not ignore content of ye Fool's Diary.
Wouldst thou not focus true 'pon this humble fool?
Perchance his poems doth resonate sweetness unbound,
pray do a'linger and a'loiter 'pon his fancy delicacies,
thou shouldst taketh thy fill of love and wisdom found.*
© Pagan Paul (22/04/19)
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
The Lord is my Shepherd
PERFECT PROTECTION
I shall not want
PERFECT SATISFACTION
He maketh me to lie down
PERFECT REST
In green pastures
PERFECT NOURISHMENT
He leadeth me
PERFECT GUIDANCE
Beside the still waters
PERFECT PEACE
He restoreth my soul
PERFECT RESTORATION
He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness, for His name's sake PERFECT WALK
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
PERFECT CONFIDENCE
For Thou art with me
PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP
Thy rod
PERFECT DISCIPLINE
And Thy staff
PERFECT SUPPORT
They comfort me
PERFECT CONSOLATION
Thou preparest a table before me
PERFECT FELLOWSHIP
In the presence of mine enemies
PERFECT TRIUMPH
Thou anointest my head with oil
PERFECT STRENGTH
My cup runneth over
PERFECT JOY
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
PERFECT LOVE
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
PERFECT HABITATION
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
i.
Seraphim, betimes we shalt crack this inter-web bourn, awaiteth I, tis with tear's from these eye's, though the waiting wilt purify, ourn ventricles to an unfamiliar door.
ii.
None reason for Affright, mine soul doth leadeth the way, O' amour' Jane, thine hari's here to stay. Afresh to the new day, ourn canorous spirit's pave the serenade; something lost to olden flutes.
iii.
Barefeet- None sandals, the luggage we carrieth wilt be of God, almighty; supernatural. Powerful crystalline stone- lucid, god-hand castles.
iv.
It's not against flesh and blood love, that we do wrestle, but against spiritual wickedness in high and low places, we conquer demonic armies, and nephilim faces. An ambassage we sendeth to the human races, that they mayest love another, and forgive, and to forget their past disgraces. As tis Queen Jane; alms wilt be seen on the wall's, encased with ourn names. As I wilt catcheth thee, when through the cloud's thou doth fall...
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
Today and for a few days now
I just had to look at your photos
different ones two of them
In one you wore a tie and one other from a while back and I
felt like a billionaire everywhere.
I felt a different kind of wealth
A peacefulness about it,
in places too mystical to share.
A rush of lightening quickened
my breath and happiness never
felt so real as in looking,
at your photo more for it's inner worth though your outercore
is mostly holy for me.
I love you to tears in every look
and best that midnight criptic
shadowy one I cried all night long
with this one, and in love the most.
A verse asleep in memory chip, awakened me, you love me.
your love apeace my entrails.
Beloved of God divine.
~~~
You maketh me to lie down in green pastures:you leadeth me beside the still waters.
You restoreth my soul: You leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for your name's sake.
Alhough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear NO evil: for thou art with me;
thy ROD and thy STAFF
they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over precioso.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in
the house of you my Lord
my beloved for ever.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
She's the light
That leadeth the way;
She's the prayer
By which I pray.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
An airgonaut, verily she is,
Hovering in time, healing
Mine mind; O'er the
luminaries, stationary,
Freely emissaries, of
The water of life on-
Which we liveth.
We shalt famigerate the copybook of god;
Sprinkling seed's, O'er the demonic breed's,
Stomping out the hatred, anger, a lightning bolt of peace to overcometh the ghost's of bad nature, with Jane's sceptering rod. Virtuous applause, as a wraparound stairway, leadeth us to the Almighty; thundering awe.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Remove thy ribbon
that I may
breath in the scent
of sweet night hair
pressed soft
against my cheek
as thou rests
upon my proffered shoulder
thy warmth of touch
infused
with heat of unspoken passion
leadeth me to
gently
caress from thee
all thoughts
but those of you and I
with whispers
soft
I speaketh my heart
as you now
sleep
bathed in moonlight
held aloft
upon the promise
that when you awake
I will be waiting.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:36 PM UTC
He found himself living in apartment 3
Then he moved to apartment 33
From there he travelled abroad
Only to return
Now he lives in room 7
He thought it would've been a house
Though the smallest of all
From this room 7 ... Magic flows
Up into the heavens
It reaches so far
Beyond the stars
The real stars
Not mortal beings who claim to be so
At night if you look closely
You shall observe an electric blue streak
Reaching upwards towards the sky
See to whence it leads
This line requires no phone
And shall remain uninterrupted
Until one day
He shall go to where this blue streak leadeth
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
The Lord of Love is an eternal
Green pasture, he leadeth me to my daughters
My daughters in the stars, they wait
For us to arrive, the creations of the creations
Surely goodness and mercy shall
Follow me there, to build a house
For my Lord, the Lord of Love
Who brings peace and empowers
All sentient beings to find their true
Expression of God’s grace, that being
The slow make of our evolution’s whim
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not stray
I shall learn until I have no enemies
I shall ride the stars until I discover
A new home, and until the entire cosmos
Is my familiar playground, we shall be then
More righteous than these adolescent times
On Earth where we squabble like school children
Amongst ourselves in our little misbehaviours.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death
I will tremble and quake and hide behind couches.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
My face is in the carpet, scratched by the wiry pile, and I can't breathe . . .
He leadeth me beside still waters
My tears roll down my face and I can't stop them or stifle the sound.
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me
But ******* it I fear just about everything else, and most of all, losing you.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And what good is that when I don't know if I will live through today?
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Lord was my shepherd;
But not anymore.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures with the
weak minded beasts of the
field.
He dooms my soul to eternal
slavery.
He leadeth me beside waters
of condemnation.
Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for it was thou
who brought me here.
Thy rod and thy staff wait eagerly
to punish my heresy.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Enemies I did not have before
joining thy flock.
Goodness and mercy should be gifts
unbidden.
I have seen the hallowed gates
of thine house oh Lord yet prefer
the stables.
I find there is more humanity there…
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 12:28 AM UTC
i
Confectionery amour', quiet peaceful girl, flower haired gem
Whilst we maketh love to the old spinning record, eyes content;
The moon to leadeth ourn feet, bathed in chocolate fountain,
We prance as freely Galloper's, thither the desert, cool mountain
ii
I'll meeteth thee at the playground, inked in ourn red blotch,
No ticking tumultuous hand, to ruin ourn plan's, none to watch;
A private invitation, a rosey petal to surrender thine oath and vow, a seeded rightful city, conversation open and aroused
iii
Charlatan's to be naysayer's, exactly as the rest hath becometh,
Ourn cloak's to be as spiritual coat's, dashing in none repugnance
The waterside to be ourn resting residence, the pasture plain's to awaken ourn brain's, as we shalt be marksmen of lass and lad.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Crawling intellectuals,
Brawling interceptionals,
Stairway's that leadeth thou to thine end!!
Entrancic scening summer fairies,
Prophetics turned to visionary,
Thy mission's uncompleted in thine own home....
Sorceretic witchdoctors,
And jesus Christ mockers,
Snubbers and grubber's all as one!!
Journeymen hath thou learned a trade?
Junction friend hath thou burned thy craze?
The tallismen steady hand is gone!!!
Violate me as thou will,
Smile as thine shaky stick can ****
Volition's grand view is seen!!!!
Vocal vitality is a blessing to those who brand their name,
The wanderer's flame knows no fancied escape...
Absorment Temper's flare adhesively,
Treatingly accidental!!!
Despondency shows up for the destination thou has thought to receive,
Hath thou given up yet?
Where at last shalt thou find thy predetermined destiny???
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
The Lord
is
my
Shepard
I
shall not
want
He maketh me
to
lie
down
in green
pastures
He leadeth me beside still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me
in
the
paths
of
righteousness
for his name's sake
Yea
though I walk
through the valley
of
the
shadow
of
death
I
will
fear
no
evil
for thou
art with me
thy rod
and
thy
staff
they
comfort me
thou preparest
a table
before me
in
the
presence
of
mine
enemies
thou anointest
my head
with
oil
my cup
runneth over
surely goodness
and
mercy
shall
follow me
all
the
days
of
my
life
and
i
will
dwell
in
the
house
of
the
Lord
for ever
?
...
..
.
...
..
.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
Amiss am I, awry I be, with thought's not of this sphere, O' how I thinkest of the real me. The real me with none dermis, the reality of none colored blood. I'm katharí psychí;
Of the empyrean love.
Wherein the substance and materials aren't bought, nor sold; I'm sick of the greed, the wantonness, that makes monsters out of men.
I've experienced wantonness, though verily it doesn't please me, I've tasted Lust's, and lust conceives sin;
Sin leadeth to death.
Lord Almighty, protect me from the demon's that never rest, nor do they sleep;
They art witty, unforgiving, they make men's heart's their places to eat and invest.
Renew me Yahweh in this mortal stress, keep mine eye's on thee; O'
Mighty king.
Free me of mine burdens;
And mine restlessness.
Let thine light,
Overshadow me.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Day a Healer Did Weep,
The day did start with desire in the power of prayer,
Yond day would end in horrible, lingering, despair.
The moniters sounded a wretched shrill of doom,
In a blink, an instant, I wast whisked from the cubiculo,
The time did do cometh with swift, and desperate, finality,
While I did pray, and did beg God's holp, did do cometh lethality.
The leadeth leech would not giveth in until did pull away,
With the hurlyburly's end, We did weep together yond day,
This healer with emotion withdrawn, did do break down as a tyke,
The lady did has't this loving effect on all, in the very same like.
Ay, a life ended one warm, sunny, day in K.C,
Nay one erned, but doctors, nurses, and me,
Thither wast nay flowers, nay mourners, nay half staff,
Mine heart ripped ope as with a warrior's gaff.
I cherished, and did protect the lady all our time together,
I did fix all, did maketh things right, cometh high water, or nether,
I couldst nae fix this, nay matter how hard I would tryeth,
Thou can not imagine such teen as I did watch that lady vade, and die,
Nary one knave, nay matter whom they may ever beest,
Can beest did replace, Each life is precious, I wouldst decree,
I wilt declare this to thou, All those yond would listen,
Taketh nothing for did grant, leaveth not a thing missing.
Liveth each moment with thy love as t'would beest thy last,
Leaveth nay regrets in thy future, or eyeless in thy past,
Still cogitate thy love as thou did has't from the first,
Tf 't be true thou pause too long, thou can nea quench such a thirst.
Thither is nary joy in living with regret, teen, and grief,
Liveth each day did share as a gift, and treasure this life brief.
(Translation)
"The Day a Healer Wept,,
The day started with hope in the power of prayer,,
That day would end in horrible, lingering, despair,,
The moniters sounded a wretched shrill of doom,,
In a blink, an instant, I was whisked from the room,,
The time came with swift, and desperate, finality,,
While I prayed, and begged God's help, came lethality,,
The lead Doctor would not give up until pulled away,,
With the battle's end, We wept together that day,,
This doctor with emotion withdrawn, broke down as a tyke,,
She had this loving effect on all, in the very same like,,
Yes, a life ended one warm, sunny, day in K.C.,,
No one grieved, but doctors, nurses, and me,,
There were no flowers, no mourners, no half staff,,
My heart ripped open as with a warrior's gaff,,
I cherished, and protected her all our time together,,
I fixed all, Made things right, Come high water, or nether,,
I couldn't fix this, no matter how hard I would try,,
You can not imagine such pain as I watched her fade, and die,,
No one person, no matter whom they may ever be,,
Can be replaced, Each life is precious, I would decree,,
I will say this to you, All those that would listen,,
Take nothing for granted, Leave not a thing missing,,
Live each moment with your love as it would be the last,,
Leave no regrets in your future, or hidden in your past,,
Forever cogitate your love as you had from the first,,
If you pause too long, you can never quench such a thirst,,
There is no joy in living with regret, pain, and grief,,
Live each day shared as a gift, and treasure this life brief,,
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
The Lord is our shepherd, We shall not want.
He maketh us to lie down in green pastures, He leadeth us beside the still waters. He restoreth our soul, He leadeth us in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though We walk through the valley of the shadow of death, We shall fear no evil, for Thou art with us, Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort us. Thou preparest a table before us in the presence of mine enemies, Thou anointest our head with oil, our cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of my life, and We shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Man say's
Hallucinogens can leadeth one to the ultimate trip,
Fact is......
Death
Is the ultimate trip!!!
Taking thou
Places no hallucinogen
Couldst ever go!!!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Let me be free
Free from this sin,
Free to know where the road starts
No criticism,
No false friends!!!
Let Me breathe
Oh deadly world I live in,
These walls are as boundaries
Made as silicone made tint!
The wind blows to a strong
Like a protester in song
Or mother with a lost son or cause!!!
What causeth humanity to fail?
Thou hast seen as I seen
What ive seen,
Saw what I saw
After all,
Blood and flesh are one!!!
Not skin thou war Nazi's of flaw,
Not religion of worldliness
Politics of Masonry's call!!!!
Shame leadeth to guilt!
Guilt to fear!!
And only from bleeding to death
What is left?
Chains of redemption pulling at their best!!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
This lonesome blood
Drips through mine lonesome veins
Which leadeth to mine lonely heart
That seepeth in mine lonesome soul
Which cometh out
In the form......
Of poe like poetry!!!!
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
May God protect mi amour'
In the trials and tribulations she's facing,
May God leadeth her beside still waters
Wherein the other Angel's canst showeth her,
Her placing...
As tis I wilt guideth her,
For she is not alone...
I was her guidance many life-ages ago
And still wilt be on her side to helpeth her grow...
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC