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brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Off in the beaten path
An Echelon of secret tribal's;
I pirouetted with them in plumage
Mine queen showed up, just on arrival.

ii

Her timing was perfect
As tis she watched me caper;
Me and mine Reyna's amour'
Like tambourines, shook with ancient shaker's.

iii

Hot coal ember's
Igneous in ourn chest's;
Ourn pulmonary arterie's
Bracketed, by her tribesgirl dress.

iv

We were gladden
Betwixt the wilderness;
Under mango leaves
Jane seduced me, equatorial phene's.

v

Whilst the darkness wore down
And the tribesmen went to sleep;
Me and mine protector
In the dusk, disappeared, into eachother's soul's to keep.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
What is it hereby that I seeith?


Unardent archetypes,
Renege cards to swipe for fast food,
Archaic since long ago!!!!!

Aristrocratics art thou?
Greedied dollared frenzies,
A meal plus ten for thine own family?

What about thy neighbor?
The one on thine street,
Doused in fluids, puke and safekeeps,
Not enough for him?
Thou furtive frugal!!!!!!!

Yea!!!
Tuck thine own pocket back in,
Dont let him seeith all you have to giveth!!!
Unlargess you!!!!!

As this old sphere genuflects in circlet motion,
To thine loved ones all time and and thy devotion thou giveth not to thine own family,
But to slot machines?

Thou maverick!!!!
Thine phene!!!!!

Fast food havens hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed,
Once a day,
For all unclotting!!!!

Protracting thy fateful health oh invertebrate?

Trying to live to one hundred?
Afraid for thy soul to pass?
What's wrong? No god? No faith at last?

Provident to failure!!!!!

Virulent art thou,
For thine work thou has made a surplus!!!!
Skipping thy wife's needs?
For forty hours of volition and lust??????!!!!!!!!

Visionary of demonous audacity!!!!!!

Thine own path is manifest and lamenting!!!!

For art thouest not repenting of thy fast lived paradox?

I'm a cynic to thine own trust!!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
What is it hereby that I seeith?

Unardent archetypes,
Credited cards to swipe for fast food,
Archaic since long ago!!!!

Aristocratics art thou?
Gormandizing collared frenzies,
A meal plus ten for thine own family?

What about thy neighbor?
The one on thy street?
Doused in fluid, puke, and his own safekeeps,
Not enough for him thou furtive frugal?

Yea,

Tuck thine own pockets back in,
Dont let him see you have all to giveth!!!
Unlargess you!!!

As this old rock spins in circular motion,
To thine loved ones all time and devotions,
Thou giveth not to thine own family,
But to slot machines?

Thou maverick!!!
Thine phene!!!

Agile pabulum Haven's hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed,
Once a day for unclogging!!!!!

Protractingly fateful health oh mortal?

Trying to live to one hundred?
Afraid for thy soul to pass?
What's wrong? No god? No faith at last?

Provident to failure!!!

Virulent art thou,
For thine work thou hath made thine surplus,
Skipping the wife's needs?
For forty hours of volition and lust!!!!

Visionary of demonic audacity!!!

Thy own path is manifest and lamenting,
For art thou not repenting of thy fast lifted paradox??

I'm a cynic to thy trust!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Restriction of the Bay's yeehaw,
Politely in the inner steel,
Cold bars to the planet Mars,
Dealers are encased as they want a deal!!!!

Currency friendly banker's bank upon thy smallest of wages,
Where buttered blades slice through T. C control!!!

Quadruplets of chain-gang walk in's all talking is sprayed like Russian magazines,
Some grown to addiction,
Dreamer's stay phene!!!!

Profane novelists attend the wickered chairs,
Wherein only ones a pair in solitaried room,
Twenty months to thou makes a year,
While a year settles for two....

Draft windows,
Plasticated pillows are showcases for what's to come!!!
Sit down,
Thou fool in blue the shows here, or the show has just begun!!!!!

Bribery is doubled,
A hand here at this polo lagoon!
Wherein monsoon's turn to drop outs,
Where knockout's are proprietary  locked into place wittled  with screws!!!!

Strenuous pulsation's beat to the enflamed core,
Pose thyself,
Thy critic of nature and god, you've settled your betted scores!!!!!

Narcotic,
I see you promising greater hopes with pre-maturities scope,
I've missed the hanging strike!!!
*******!- where do I start?
This whole word has us all tearing each other apart,-
“White is Black?
Black is white?,-
Which one is better, I just can’t decide.”

This is all *******. How many of you ever had the experience?
They throw it in our face to keep us segregated.
“So, yeah eventually, they’ll tear each other at the seams,
Pull away from each other and start a war for you and me,”
Profet.
You see it’s all about the money,
And I find it pretty funny,
How they keep the system running,
How they keep us brainwashed, always grunting,
“Stupid white crackers,
Black people matters.
Anorexics just get fatter,
Bigger ******* get thinner faster.
Dark people whine,
They don’t even take the time,
To realize, that everybody matters,”
While you sit there making patterns!

We are judged by the clothes we wear,-
Despised because life isn’t fair,
Controlled by society,
These things deep inside of me.
I strive to make a difference.
Let everyone know, this world we’re living in,
Is only tearing us apart controlling you and him,-
When everything is about looks,
When everyone’s stuck in the hooks,
Where the only people who really took,-
The time to sit back and,-
Realize,
That the only real problem is one that we all just need to solve then,
And that is greed.
And I know what you mean,
When you say it’s in every phene,
In everyone,-
But if we could just flip the table,
And rewrite the constitution of this fable,-
Create a new story,
A whole new series to a book with a mile to go,
With a pretty perfect ending if we get it together for sure,
But it took a lot of,
Strong people,
Like General George Washington,
Or Abraham Lincoln who believed in truth, again-
We all need to agree on a change,
One that everyone will gain,
Stop making yourself insane,
It’s just the stupid ******* game!

We are programed to believe that “Oh it’s is here and it’s a thing”
So you follow it so mindlessly,
Listen,-
You’re being told what to and not, you’re being controlled by the world’s twisted knot.
They got you wrapped around their finger, telling who they think is better,
Do you even do your research?
Bet you’re a sheep just like your “leader”,-

They only give you what you need,
To live in greed,
Be so obscene,
They only feed you pretty lies,
Open your eyes,
Nothing!

You can’t see the things they throw at you,
You’re so busy getting what you need,
Striving for that newer thing,
Letting everyone think you got money,
Cause, oh it’s just a little bling;
Listen!

It’s distractions from the plot,
The reason you gotta trot,
Like a little tiny puppy walking around on legs so stubby,
But it’s like the same thing,
You they are owning!
Able to manipulate the minds of the mature,
Minds of all the children and taking them away from human nature,-

I say,
Just go and preach the truth, ain’t nobody gonna stop you.
If they shut you down,
Just come back around,
We hear you.
All the people who know what’s up,
They will stand so please look up,
Just go and release the world, do it for me,
For the people sick and tired of this god forsaken world.
We have truly gone too far,
Just look at who we are,
If an author were to describe us as a whole we are more like crashing cars.
This world can’t go nowhere but up,
Well it can but don’t let it get too corrupt.

Maybe it is I don’t know I’m just writing a poem,
And I’m pouring out my soul.
Casey Rodger Aug 2020
I once met a pup
Who liked to chase his tail
Never once did he give up
Determined not to fail

Badly did he want his wagger
Between his little jaw
After he would stagger
And then fall to the floor

Not knowing what he desires
He strives for what he sees
Even when he tires
Knows what he believes

The days comes that I see
His tail and his tongue
Caught between his teeth
All tangled up as one

After 20 million circles
Tail chasing phene
Jumping many hurdles
Not caring where he's been

Finally achieving his dream
He caught what he was chasing
Success as it would seem
The moment he's now facing

The moment he worked hard for
The challenge he accepted
A journey paw after paw
He let it all go in a second!
We work so hard for what we want, take ****** all time to enjoy it, then we let it go like it was nothing. Make sure what you're chasing is worth it. Take a moment to enjoy your prize. It isn't the pleasure itself we seek but the pleausre in the journey
brandon nagley May 2015
Today ,
That wicked thing called lonesomeness slaps me like a brick,
Like a phene to his pipe it hits!!!!

Dragging me down asunder!!!!
Cory Bauer Jul 2020
Love is a cruel evil twisted sick kind of joke that is and forever will be played on me to fall in love with someone it's only to set yourself up for a complete and total hurt pain sadness and  heartache that feels like you've been run over a burnt., stompt on and hit ....  no amount of medicine or drugs can make that feeling of Eternal sadness go away every time you fall back in love every inch of the wall you  took so much time and thought into building  up with the bricks of Life past dismay  depression and pain gets crushed into dust due to someone else's self greed and will to be care and  thought free ....... no matter how many times love sinks  it's malicious grasps on your heart it never gets any easier actually it only gets worse now only do you feel the same soul-******* leave you gasping for breath full body pain and suffering you also feel like a fool for allowing yourself to be subject to the worst Dark Cloud gloomy energy-draining sadness that feels like forever may never be enough time for you to heal ......why would someone who says you are there everything and loves you unconditionally want to hurt you and leave you feeling in the Deep spiraling out of control depressed state.......... the initial burst of spine-tingling body warming floating on a cloud feeling love gives is where you get hooked it's the same if not more intense then the feeling of trying drugs for the first time it's Blissful and wonderful it makes you wonder how until this point in life you ever manage to make it through life without it .....you feel like you are on the top of the world then once it's evil and sadistic razor-sharp claws has its death grip on your heart mind ,body ,soul ,and life you start to need it to live  ....and without it  you are mentally and emotionally plus physically sick ....when  you finally  cant take it no more you  decide to rehab yourself and it's a long road ....that you feel like leads to absolutely nowhere and just one more high from it is what you would wish to  have   and for some time is all you can think and dream about .... once you're finally free of The pain and suffering you can finally live again and you may not be happy but you're just thankful to not have to endure that energy draining gloomy endless pit of sadness   consume your every action feel ing u once endured ....now you live consciously of it and then and always remind yourself not to fall prey to Temptations and desires only no matter what you feel that area of emptiness inside yourself just like to helpless pathetic  addict. your relapse is nothing but a foregone conclusion.... you though  think this time it feels different because it's not the same situation as a last time... you know that this time it'll be different and you will never allow yourself to become what you once were....but before you know it it's  heart shattering is desperate All consuming cycle is back in full motion...despite  you're already foreseen the future you like in a blind man on the path to the gates of fears and feelings that will terrorize every inch of every  aspectof your existence you go on just hoping that this is the road to somehow lead to somewhere unknown to you..... when thought of in this sense I can't tell the difference between an addiction and love but my Outlook on love at first looks like the irrational thoughts of a person who has been hurt and withered and beaten from Agony past...... there are people who can use drugs every day and live a normal existence with little to no issues just like a normal happily married forever people who live in love with no major issues for the most people these  exceptions are not what there  experiences have been ...I have come to accept albeit kicking screaming fighting that I am unlovable and helplessly an addict I need to be forever conscience to not let myself fall victim to that decietful  evil always lurking in the shadows of Life burst of initial free as a bird false sense of hope love always lays as a framework to another vicious game of spirit killing days of endless tears in a lifetime of resentment that is an inevitable...... so I ask myself as a hopeless and helpless unlovable addict  to something much worse than any drug imaginable how do I live without the love I so desperately have searched for in all aspects of Life...the  answer is I don't and i need to accept that in life I am set up to live in for ever agony  and eternal sadness of the hopelessly helpless Love phene  have been forcefully made  to accept as my sorrow and lonely life .....maybe it's karma or maybe I just drew the short stick in life whatever it may be I do know one thing is for sure that I would without question undoubtedly give up every other skill and quality I have as a  person to just somehow be able to be lovable as a person and  to find that one person who will without no other reason then.  pure genuism. fill my world ,my life, my body, and my heart with that high I so desperately continue to blindly wander aimlessly in this existence to one day find..... I as just a person and growing weary and tired of the overwhelming anxiety pain sorrow and sadness that the drug of love has and will forever inflict upon my being
Sarah Spencer Dec 2018
You start with the cheek
warm against the cold
the embrace leaves me weak
and your hand I take hold
but the passion grows stronger
as you move in near
please linger longer
can't conquer my fear
but those lips they caress
gingerly against my own
the first is a mess
but the craving has grown
until I phene
on the taste of your nicotine
Sarah Spencer Jan 2022
This place is a home
even though it doesn't have walls.
It's the place I can run to
when the demons won't
stop swirling in my head
like a tornado turning the wrong way.
It's the place I can shelter from the storm
even though there is no roof to keep me warm.
It's fate that I came across this place.
No matter how long I stray away
I always come back.
I'm drawn to this place like a moth to light,
like a phene to nicotine.
Hell, I'd probably be dead in a ditch today
if this place hadn't of let me stay
where I won't freeze to death,
where I don't have to fight the thoughts in my head,
where I am sure I'll be safe.
I'll always be thankful for this place,
because it's my one and only escape.
Hello Poetry is my escape. Thank you to the people who created this place!!!

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