Wintertime
Summertime
Spring and fall;

O' do I loveth
Her; always
Dear God.

Rain, light
Dark, night;
O' the way's
Of her plite.

Sun, star's
Moon, sun;
Verily she's
Mine chosen
One.

Destined to
Be, O'er we see;
Cherub's on harp's,
Playing fourty
String's.

Flutes, horn's,
Trumpets,
shofar blowing;
Empyrean opening,
Past sin's atoning.

Peace, comfort
Joy and hope;
Inside her arm's
Mine head's
Enveloped.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( anasa mou) dedication

A newborn babe given to the ones who saved her from the fate of poverty and misery.
To portray the loving family of white middle class or at least the struggling to be that.
A girl of light and newness with almond eyes and darkened locks with fragile skin.
A kin to Italian plite
A kin to Irish blood
None of that to bathe in just a different type to be cast in
******* was among the living creed this family held fast the dying deed of :
no talking, no whisper, no whimper or scream.
Be quiet little one....be inside the room of your friendly playthings and create the fantasies you will keep faith in.
Fantasies are nimble and sweet for a delicate mind to entertain inside
Door closed
Fights outside it...loud and booming!!
Mother and Father no longer a family
Plates are thrown and different things left strewn about.
Her shouts sure drown the frightened whispers
The lil girl told her playthings in the room fanciful with butterfly walls and trellises that lined the closet walls
It will all be over soon
Mother will succumb to her way of being numb
She will be nice again
The lil girl can come out and try to play with her brothers of 1/2 kin
They call her brat
The mother calls her muffin or muffet
The father calls her squirt
The land of fantasies run deep in this family
Pretending is a way of life

To stand and look in a mirror
One see thy self, no not just one self
But a soul, utterly broken, words left unspoken
A darkened hole where my soul use to call home,
Im lost, no light, no God hearing my plite,
Nothing will ever feel right
All feels helpless, no hope, no light, no forgiveness
How will I fight, im empty?
How will I live im lost, I see but dont see
I hear but dont hear,
A empty vessel, walking
A empty vessel watching,
Please see me, hear me, hear my cries
I need mending, my soul is torn my heart ripped
One touch will have me down on my knees,
Im still a soul, im still lost, im still empty,
Not by choice, not by weakness,
Open your eyes and see, dont watch but see.....
Me, broken and empty and all alone....

I am me
quite complex you'll see
I love astronomy
Literature
Preraphilite art
My life is bound by maths
And it's connection with all we are

I like sweets, multicoloured and hard
Organised Surrealist sm  
The queen of cups in Tarot cards
I dream of vampire queens
Lemon eye Lopez
A sorcerer poisoned by his urchin planet

my utopian landscape, I've been there only twice
Where I will one day meet Hera
And play with people's lives

I love surreal Japanese literature
Arthur c clerk and theoretical science
Ray bradburys beauty of the future
Rules are what I despise

Preferring James Herbert to Chaucer and bronte
Iliads brutality to odysseys charm
discovering a book by its cover
And enjoying it
I love the power of pr

I can list the books in order
That changed my life forever
You don't need to study English
It doesn't matter who you are

I started my life late at 34
Falling inlove with the gift from God
Discovering my faults created poetry
Capturing beauty beneath our stars

I am neither this nor that
But I am loyal to the core
If you are hurt I won't stop
till They are destroyed
.....I care not what started your war

Turning my control into a way to exist
I am organised to the point of a facist
If you bark I will bite
Then poison you with vultures plite

I can be tamed
Become the perfect wife
But only if you love
Everything about my life

One day when you search
Above the surface
You will see
I am me
And me
I am not