Are you bored with yourself?
Too much free time, it seems
Judgmental joker, you!
Thinking of your agonized dreams

Don't you wish that just one time
You had a pleasant thought
Really trying oh so hard
Break free of the web which you're caught

Insignificant details blur your view
Try to see the rest
Forget about what you think is best
And feel what others deem as true

In time you will grow up
Til then, go on and on and on
With your contradicting faceless qualm
And realize before the storm is calm
Probably a warning -
Quit before you end up mourning
The loss of yourself
Taken off a pedestal and put instead on a shelf

People never listen
to me.
Because they know
the truth.
That I've grown
to be
a naysayer and
truth bringer.
True honesty is
honestly
not something they're
used to.
So if you don't
want to
hear what I have
to say,
then please, please
never ask me
what I'd do.

Plead on naysayer
Like the pride of a mouth breather
Calloused like the fringe of a broken guard rail
You're sharp, and your halfwit isn't enough to keep a light lit
But you're clever and you're under my skin with your blood *****
Have you gotten close enough to check my pulse yet?
Tell me what it says, I'm sure it's morse code for something
Because It's been speaking to me in languages I've never heard of, but based on the hurt I've taken bets
Risky guesses better then what the wind lets
If I let go it'd take me back to limbo
Where the rats and the people scurry all the same, it'd take me somewhere, I don't know
I've let you pull me apart to climb inside to take a tour of my heart
To let you punch me so hard, something on the other side would come out as a show of art
Like a line of blow to the nose, the rows of the pews awe align
To make a sound so hurtful, not even your father would turn to give an eye
Embarrassed I let you tear me apart, just because I wanted to know what was inside
I can't say a word, but two, and all they are is good bye

O Tulip Tree,
Towering titan true,
A fond memory I have
Of splendorous ventures long ago!

O Tulip Tree,
Timid and taciturn,
I remember when you,
Paragon of the forest,
Stood tall with power
And eclipsed the noontime sun!

O Tulip Tree,
Tallest tree that be,
I recall when you,
Pillar of perfection,
Were as mammoth in my youth
As you are this day!

O Tulip Tree,
Tremendous yet tender king,
I pray for you,
Noble giant,
That envious naysayer
And usurper alike
Stay their distance
From your domain!

And when the hour is nigh,
O Tulip Tree,
I shall stand tall with pride
Between these vile fiends
As you taught me to long ago!

To sleep, my mind impounded,
My heartbeats, bass, lowly-sounded,
Each beat, a note upon mine ticking meter.

An unfamiliar feminine voice, not hers, poses,
Questioning noises, issued from a blackened figure.

This human-shaped metronome,
A singular inquisitor,
In rhythm, but not in rhyme,
Gravely announces repeatedly,
T'is your time, t'is your time,

Each pronouncement,
Spoken n'spiked distinctly:

"Your prose now ended,
last-gentled sweetly."

Wondering still, is it just sleep or truly death,
This forlorn eve, to go, to meet and greet,
Without having said my finale prayer.

Unprepared, thus with unaccustomed flair,
"Unfair" doth me protest, a newly-minted naysayer,
My book incomplete, black-brother frere!

If death indeed you be, my fellow cloaked-rider,
Then make me a one-last-time composer.

Let me whisper once more inside her,
A last poem of the greatest brevity,
But of the greatest import, laden heavy!

Good bye, my love, goodbye....

This closing writ, my finest ever...

Negative people with naysaying notions
are sad and unhappy with themselves.
they suffer inside with sorrow.  
When we look beyond their pain,
we see strong roots of fear;
the fear of not being loved,
of  being disrespected.  
To them, the world is a dangerous place.
How can we best deal with their despondency?
We start by responding with kindheartedness
We take responsibility for our own happiness.
We manifest and role model positivity.  
As we practice these behaviors, we obtain humility.
That we find it difficult to deal with others’ negativity
suggests there is a seed of reluctance within us.
Realizing that we must accept our own skepticism,
We are free to gain the understanding and compassion  
we need to create emotional maturity.

HEY.!!!Yes
Do.you think I really give a ****.
Do you think  so.

Press the valve stem please.
Your head has gone all twisted.
Much more to life than Napoleon's cocked hat,and pocket billiards.

Little curl mid forehead.
You are nanite's sigh below expired. Really ?.
Take it in.stride my friend. See Naysayer for hire in the funny papers.

Place him behind you to the right
To keep away.the vapours

This isn’t so much giving up
As it is the shedding of weight

He kneels down in a bedroom that isn’t his
He sleeps on borrowed furniture
Elbows on the edge of a twin bed
He wishes there was a body there
Any body

There are some things he needs to let go

There is always going to be a girl with your heart
And your veins wrapped around her fingers
Curling up her arms
Like vines on a trellis

Let her go

He knows that being good looking is 20 percent physical
The rest is all you

Sometimes weird things make him sad
That’s cool
Anything your body does without your permission
Is natural
You’re human
Get over it

Get over
The cancerous residuals
And the fear of silence
Between two people
When all you want to do is stare

Stare if you want to
Be charming
He knows he can be charming
If he smiles right
If remembers to be honest

Be honest with me
Lonely boy
Fearful stranger to self
Little lover of the things that get left behind

Admire the broken patchwork of your poetry

You are not a naysayer
You are a yes man

Yes
Hesitant kisses
Yes
Knee buckle trembles
Yes
Loving with the lights on
With the fire burning
Say yes to the breaking

You are not being broken
You are refining your badly built artwork
Molding your eyes less somber

Do not be somber sweet child

Stand like gravity is your slave
Bow down to nothing

Unless you want to

There are some things that require kneeling

Your knees are sacred
Use them only to make things better
To show honor
To shed weight

He knows this is not giving up
As much as it is shedding enough weight
So he can stand again

Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

Instead, you play the part fully
As the intellectual bully
Disregarding the tears
Throwing misspelled word spears
Wielding grammar hammers
Pouncing when someone stammers
Hey, Bro! Don't you even know
What time it is?

Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

You say you're a godly player
But you're really a Sibboleth slayer,
An ill will conveyor,
Grand total naysayer,
Once you went away but then came back
Unbelievable, you're even more whack!
Hey, Bro! Don't you really know
What time it is?

Time to stop judging
Best to confess
Hiding behind your SOS
Feelings of others you ignore
Drama and chaos you adore
With your moralistic writes
Acerbic word fights
Sarcastic bites...
Why can't you be nice?

TONEY OUT - BOOM!

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...

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

Within the realm of circumstance
You are a slave
To occurrences, a victim
Of probability,
A naysayer to God,
You speak prayers to chance,

Live thanklessly, not counting
The billions
Of tiny blessings, ignorant
To the little miracles,

Raindrops on pavement,
The soundtrack
In your all-seeing eyes, accidental,
A statistic, a probability,

As a blind man getting soaked,
Wanders home,
Happy for the shower,
Anticipating dry clothes,
Smells smoke,
And he knows,
A hundred percent certain,

Eight blocks before he arrives
At the front door
Blocked off by red trucks and news reporters,
That the fire is his own,

And he is thankful
For the symphony,
Grateful for his bones,
Glad this occured (it's all in the plan,
NOTHING happens at random)
And he never stops,
Smiling
Because he knows he's not alone

If you only ever get a glance at one shot at fiery heaven laughter
don't just sit there on your *** thinking now isn't the right time
time is relative so all you have is now
right now
so crack a naysayer in their pearly yellows
because walking around zombified through fields of green and seas of brown
is only one razor blade away from suicide
and I don't want to be insensitive
(yes I do)
but if you walk along the easy road you'll find only cowards
get the hell up
put some ******* pace in your step
drink a gallon of gasoline,
eat a match,
and explode
it's the only way they'll ever see you

My father who art in heaven
May he be also a masterpiece
Like eleven
May my main man also join the skies
That part the seas like milky lights.
May my man bring with him me
As a tourist of the nightlife.
Wife me up and hold me tight
Like the stars cling onto the duly skies.

May my main man be the mainest of them all
Sure a little mean isn’t bad at all
Nay he never become a Mayfair sayer
Or a naysayer to his wife’s call.
Today I call upon thee
To help me free fall.
Tall and fully
In love with you truly
You are my one and only all.

Before I left today, I looked in the mirror.
It wasn’t a look of admiration
It was a look of fear
Do I look good enough today?
I asked before I walked out the door.
I don’t what to say
I’ve done this before
I’m saddened that I have to do this.
I’m always afraid there is one flaw that I’ll miss.
Society is so twisted
The problems with it are too numerous to even be listed.
We complain that the skinny girls are too tiny
And that the big girls need to lose some weight
We’ve all been taught that we have to hate.
I despise having to look in the mirror and worry about what to wear
Or how to fix my hair
I’m the same person whether I’m wearing makeup or not.
But without it I worry about all the disgusted glances I’ll be shot.
No one ever worries about what’s within
We only care about judging who’s too thin,
Or who’s got the double chin.
The definition of beauty is up to us.
Before we become a naysayer
We should break through to the inner layer
It’s our decision
We all just need to realize that we need to adjust our vision.

dont denigrate the naysayer
for saying what he sees
while you may not believe your eyes
belief is not to be believed
nothing real needs proving
but everything real can be
there is no need for blind devotion
when with your eyes open you simply see

Here's to the untouched,
the naysayer virgins,
the believers, dreamers and bright eye beamers.

The poets with clouds in their shoes
Walking on gusts of autumn airs.
Humming the tune of a new idea
And sparking the wick of inspiration.

Here's to the inventors,
the birthers of thought
the can dos, will dos and get er dones

Brains in their pencils, cascading onto the page,
Blueprints blotting out
Black splotches in their lives.

Heres to the musicians,
The beat makers,
The Chance takers, love makers and feeling creators

Chanting the tune of tolerance,
Singing the ugly untouched image
Composing the stuff of life.

Heres to the artists,
The men and women
Still starry eyed with wonder,
The backbone of humanity.

Heres to you.

I take in the sound,
BANG! execution style.
one less naysayer.

Naysayer,
Game player,
Delayer,
Betrayer,
Best beware,
Without a prayer...

Our forever is built on,
A temporary palace,
With paper-thin walls,
Our bed a foam mattress.

Our forever is sprawled across,
The stained carpeted floor,
Beneath our ***** laundry,
Messes we choose to ignore.

Our forever is cracked into,
Every omelet and French toast,
Served with a glass of cold juice,
And kisses on the nose.

Our forever is written on,
Every inch of your midnight skin,
Each stubble and razor bump like Braille,
A love language I've never seen.

Our forever is tested,
By time zones and distance,
Will our palace walls crumble,
Or stand in defiance?

Our forever is put on trial,
By people who shouldn't bother,
A xenophobic aunt,
And an uncle who's a pastor.

Our forever is cursed,
By a father's daily prayer,
Wrapped in his own infidelity,
The quiet naysayer.

Our forever is assembled,
From sticks and stones hurled at us,
Will it endure hurricanes and haters,
Or is it just a temporary palace?

really what you might call an experiment, for one thing
the hypothesis was missing and I was the control
and the  dependent variable, and by now by deduction
you see, you have delimited my experiment,
you negative naysayer you doomseeker you pessimist
the lone variable is when

What is my pride?
I'm a Baha'i, I study math and physics, and I study
martial arts.
Then this is where people may hurt me the most.
They will make my dimension into a lie,
contradict what I know so well.
A shove or a push, even a slap or hit only affects my body.
Hurting my feelings by making me feel unloved, that
is only my mammalian brain.
But defying my reason and insight - this is where I am
most weak.
To call my religion a plan of the Illuminati,
by calling my science untrue,
by saying I don't know anything of martial arts.
This is where the ego of the world now dwells:
within the reasoning mind.
This is where my testing will take place:
letting go of knowledge
to meet the words of the naysayer.

I will take your words and
transform them into love.
Then I will wait until I find a companion
heart, to tell my truth to.

Life is precious.
It should be cherished.
But before being a naysayer about certain life's events off decision.

Question them, and then stay reminded of certain things.
Many hate abortion.
Then cry about talking care of unwanted children.

And a few cries about scriptures of God.
As if, they are that loving spiritual force.

All laws aren't obeyed.
Especially by the preachers that preach and politicals or the ministers.
But they love advising women on abortions.
When will men learn to leave a decision to that woman.

I’ll never break a record,
Nor lay claim to first prize,
But still I try to wow the crowd,
And not be who they despise.

I’ll never be a hero,
Nor lead the winning team,
But still I fight for all I have,
And dare at least to dream.

I’ll never own an island,
Nor claim an ancient throne,
But still I feel a richer man,
And treasure love I’ve known.

I’ll never cure a malady,
Nor stop the world’s decay,
But still I know I’ve done some good,
And helped in my own way.

I’ll never be a movie star,
Nor run for City Mayor,
But still I strive to be someone,
And silence each naysayer.

I’ll never climb Mount Everest,
Nor fight in some great war,
But still I hope to make my mark,
And live forever more.

Not a  political message
Find a place in your heart and soul to do good
Listen
Smile
Contribute funds or time
Quit complaining
If you have been down on tbe floor
Get up as best you can
The Naysayer doomsday folks stay clear
Not a Pollyanna
Not Mickey Mouse
Remain Positive

C@rainbowchaser2024

Simpletons sprawl across the earth benumbed by quidnuncs without substance
They prattle indiscriminately amongst their hebetude and find travesties of proper justice
Inching along their snail mice paths they get ensnared by the cheese of Grapes and Wrath
Desiccated by the vainglory of smallminded insularity they chase the definitive epitaph
A grave dug by those that conflate laziness with profligate indecency cheap is their limited math
They foist expectation and I surpass standards unsung without a winsome glib tongue
But they expect a mountain of promiscuity invariably won
Their availability heuristic is patently dumb and insensate
Because few are the courtships among the dross of obscurity that yield infinite weight
I will fence with the gainsay of a thousand fools drooling over degradation and the epitomized tool
I will vanquish there sodomized and bowdlerized histories away from the foundering traipse of coruscating ghouls
For many are those within my rapprochement and many are the victories that I win
But unheralded close encounters of the magnetic north of womankind are buried by lies and purblind perspectives
They find elation in schadenfreude clothed with the most pyrrhic pride that ever existed
A pride of dumbfounded idiots reveling in perdition and clamoring for malcontent sedition
Against the inviolable traits of respectable personage and properly worn decorum, the latest edition
I will never capitulate to phantom skeletons wanting death and dishonor
Because my compass points to a broadened life of wife, husband and father
The groveling idiots of liberalism without bounty and meretricious egalitarianism gloat over lurid degradation
They besiege the tranquility of a levelheaded space and sabotage the atmosphere with disgrace and malevolent expectation
Then they expect me to vanquish specious caricature with their obstinate immature character
They are a battalion of morons waging war against innocence, chatterboxes of nuisance acting as impetuous barrister
I always get close, but never far enough to debunk their thoughtlessness and perjury against common sense
If I leer only at women, how the **** can I be on the ******* fence
Schadenfreude is common to mice that run the rat race at every imaginable price
And that is the extent of their consciousness, they infest the vogue with busybody nonsense and have false awakenings all the time in less virtue than vice
They think it is their obligation to dredge the sunk costs of life and obtrude with crime after crime against decency and peace of mind
Crab people likely have a venereal disease that pollutes them with a false solidarity for grime, lice and yeast of sour bread they easily find
They censor the easiest avenues to happiness and then put the burden of proof on me to find the convoluted route through the discord of naysayer cacophony and tainted atmosphere to find head, tail and *****
So I politely offer a challenge to the obstinate hordes that gloat for rebarbative squalor incongruent with inner peace and outer harmony… stop being so ******* pushy
Put a leash on your rabid dogs as you waft through life clouded by the fog of congenital ignorance and predatory instinct
Many are animals that only escaped extinction as ravenous predators incapable of the chivalry of the winsome wit and think
I have contentment in my life, talent runs through my veins, I have good posture and I ooze enthusiasm even when infamy haunts my many days so fatuously profaned
But contemptible is the nosy know-nothing that makes it sport to ignore profuse signs of success to invariably defame
The brunt of denial is upon the accuser who conflates conditional reticence with complete incontinence of a life inclemently tamed
I win at life almost all of the time, I court women often and come close enough to prove I’m fine
It is your lurid, fatuous and conceited imagination refracted through the decadence of Astroturf fascinations with contemptible ****** aberration that is completely asinine

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The Challenge (Day 7)

Woman,
No woe, no *****
Descendant of eve, made from man’s rib
Man of Sand, then the Creators breathe
Not the devil, not to perpetuate evil


Why do you sow discord among yours
When you have been empowered to sew hearts hate has rent with love?

Woman,
Feminine, feline
Made to create, bear fruits
Fruits that nourish
Not to poison another to perish

Woman,
When will you realise that when you tear down one of ours, we all fall down?

Woman,
You’re called;
                          Mother, Daughter,
Teacher, Lover,  Healer, Partner


Not killer
Don’t ****** ’er
Not backstabber

Don’t Torment ‘er
Not Dementor
Don’t mock’er

Not naysayer
Don’t Hat’er


Woman,
When you sit among man and slay your sister with your tongue
Just before you let him see beneath your thong
Do you think he’d treat you as royalty when you can’t practice loyalty?

Remember just as he sat to spew venom about her
So would he with another about you.


Besides he sees you and your sister as same
This stupidity won’t change if you think you’re a saint and your sister is to blame..

Woman!
You are your sisters biggest problem
And  with her lies your solution.

Nothing will work if you don’t agree to walk with her

Woman,
When you stand for one, you stand for all.
If it can happen to one, others can also take the fall.

Woman,
Stand firm so another will have the courage to stand tall.


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#realrawandaimple
#welearnasweteach
#writingright
#firesofr3d

With such splendor announced,
depth's true,
rang me near you.
Call again, sometime around.

Smile does fade, as ones do at my age.
Alas, it relents;
my greed inspired contempt.
I hate them! And I scorn them!

Tryst with the whisp and a settle tooth squirm;
have they a feature with which I’m not adorned?

A sensual bite.
No.
A thief with a price.

And begone, another feature to affix to the crown that adorns them.

Another Galley sets sail.
Tempts you, Witch veils.
For Her feet are a feast for the finest, not least.

And I heed them.
And She smiles at me,
and She scorns me.

Stark sickness doth dank and,
stuttering blueness smelt rank,

Yes, underneath the lanterns,
the tragic conspires imagined desires.

Ah…

Even the abysmal can’t stand them.

Met here with a flick, the vaunted whisp,
“Surrender admirers, K’nurl to the wisers!”

With which wit met…
only a matchstick, “What a near Miss!”

A flick of my wrist, her bellowing tryst,
the depths of the Miss
and the people all gather,
and they’re all holding hands here?

Once here, pose.
Do in style them.

Where trip wisers trick trip stylers,
heavy rules to impose them.
"Hang at the noose!"
The icy abyss,
dark mires,
once be told,
can never resist.
A cavern, “we’re saved!”
Treasures ferociously glint;
carnivorous outcries, Her ***, the inlet is spent,

Cast back, deep mist.
Once at sea, forever adrift.

Trainspotted islands,
can’t seem to find them?
Never mind then.

Our K’ nivers’
pet survivors.

Dare we do wire her?
Flayed amiss,
the wires perk and pet style her.

Through the expanse,
cavernous glint,
dark relent,
another fix,
a feature is spent.

And praise unto the wires.

Guttural shriek,
wrought with “Who is that reek?”
"Her banshee we seek!"

And praise unto the wires for that which transpired.

What’s below the mist?
The Galley of the spent.

Hear me, dear, the Twisted wrangles and pet love do inspire them.

“Hit me!”

Add another tryst, dank tooth flayed amiss,
ire the abyss once again set adrift.
Dare feet, do for sought them.

Cavernous toils,
the muck, my spoils.
Delight thus struck, and my tooth snags! (and broke open my bags)
I squeal! And I squirm!  Masquerade as a worm!

Fleeting gold glint,
reflection shows features are spent.
All in delight to,
the icy abyss that fillets Her survivors,

“But what of trip wisers?”
“Fear me! Most unkind.”

Flayed alive and served,
wrapped neat and submerged
into the gut that cavernous mutt,
a guttural shriek, delectable feast,
into the mouth, the naysayer’s platter,

For you Do Not Matter,

Slide down the throat,
soft lumps do evoke,
sensual desire.  It clings, gross intent.

Depth's true?
"Maybe soon."

Smolder so tired.  And repeat until spent.

Once at sea, forever adrift.
Rinse, repeat and, fear me, do rinse,
for this is

ah…

in the name of the Miss.

In haunting form and dignified stance,
Dancing Rose waltzes beneath black and blue
crimson bleeding into the aether

She breathes the night's stillness
while energizing its tempo
for it is time to shed the heaviness

The weight of the world upon her petals
the streams of water dripping down her stem
these things shall be laid to rest, put to bed

With the floaty fragrance of home
and thorns to ***** any naysayer
our flower stays strong for the journey ahead

From the moon to the stars
Dancing Rose will spread her lovely songs
let us praise her in both name and deed
for she has bloomed past the sorrow
no longer a timid seed

Bewitched eyes painted Mayan gods commanding the ochre heavens .. Nautical orbs mingled with starlight ,
Black waters returning to zero at midnight
The cool breath of Ixchel teases the artist , lover and-
the naysayer ....