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"reawake" poems
if ever there were gods or goddesses of desert of the drylands of parched earth some call home they would be surprised to learn                      of the miracle of                            this Spring deluge                                 unfurling forth                                             from deep within                           the crusty dermis           of this sublunar territory:           hydrangea and ***** apple flower,           intermingling their hues           of mauve and lilacs,                               as well as the color of sky                                blooms of the succulents                     popping open                     in celebratory dance                                    in wild fuschia                                 sunray butter: a dazzling botanic trance           hollyhocks of magenta,            veils of bougainvellia, too                     sweetpea clusters              curling in the trellis weaving heavy-scented magic through and through a private orchard of lemon tree, and apple olive and pistachio grove One would not guess the endless giving of this desert treasure trove And I feel like a goddess               of mythology softly spun like Demeter, or Ceres ancient Egyptian Renenutet my hands spread out in the licks of gentle sun for as spring pours forth its honey all through this barren land I , too reawake and flush out all the infected, dust-scratched sand I welcome in the waters of abundance, of love, of light under stars let new energy wash out old poisons my radiance spilling far Reaching out unto the Universe, cradling this heart          I cup the buds of blooms,                                       of nectar to inseminate my dark        allowing me to release the past and seed within me, lit          the atoms of  new                start unfolding bit by tender bit
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
desert bloom
if ever there were gods or goddesses of desert of the drylands of parched earth some call home they would be surprised to learn                      of the miracle of                            this Spring deluge                                 unfurling forth                                             from deep within                           the crusty dermis           of this sublunar territory:           hydrangea and ***** apple flower,           intermingling their hues           of mauve and lilacs,                               as well as the color of sky                                blooms of the succulents                     popping open                     in celebratory dance                                    in wild fuschia                                 sunray butter: a dazzling botanic trance           hollyhocks of magenta,            veils of bougainvellia, too                     sweetpea clusters              curling in the trellis weaving heavy-scented magic through and through a private orchard of lemon tree, and apple olive and pistachio grove One would not guess the endless giving of this desert treasure trove And I feel like a goddess               of mythology softly spun like Demeter, or Ceres ancient Egyptian Renenutet my hands spread out in the licks of gentle sun for as spring pours forth its honey all through this barren land I , too reawake and flush out all the infected, dust-scratched sand I welcome in the waters of abundance, of love, of light under stars let new energy wash out old poisons my radiance spilling far Reaching out unto the Universe, cradling this heart          I cup the buds of blooms,                                       of nectar to inseminate my dark        allowing me to release the past and seed within me, lit          the atoms of  new                start unfolding bit by tender bit
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Opening a book, page one opens and I now reawake. Leaving for adventures sake, where fantastical creatures awake. Legendary battles they will partake, epic stories, they will make. A great king will rise to power, yet he will fake, now the lives of his people, he will forsake. Their furies and frustrations, will oscillate, like a rattlesnake, As the king sits upon his throne, realizing his mistake. Oh, now he will leave behind a terrible wake, as he will be cooked upon the stake. Along with the witch he turned into a hotcake. Oh, what a fate, the king surely must hate. As he burns to a flake, falling to be scooped by a rake. I must now put on the brake, as it is getting late, and into another day this story I must take.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Rise and Fall of Fate
fresh juice of ripe fruit soothes the young tongue's craving for cold victory it slithers down the throat 'tis a a waterfall, a spring; vision returns to foggy eyes, deathening ears reawake; satisfaction tastes so good: it tastes of livelihood
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
to be fair its just juice
O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Unbound as a Lotus
I wake this place up To bare my woes to the world letting youngster recover from health Giving guilt covered in laughter This job i'd gotten from d onset of time.... Treachery , piracy,poverty and purgatory. But this day I reawake Shake my conscience with warm milky drinks hold my hands by myself with myself forgiving past and present hurts reminding my self of the star in the dream the visions of light....made plain to me Will I let all this go? having hangover keepsakes of no worth? ******* grinds and grinding peace? Playing with hearts that look like flesh... as the woman in me reminds me Star-girl you rock .....don't give them a chance The wounds will heal and the scars you'll forget Overlook the pains Push through this bush The the road so bright is behind the ticket.......
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
NO LONGER ME
Did they care When mothers passed from SARs Or did they appear on nightly news programs To kid about killing grandma? Where was money spent, meant for the grid Meant for widespread infrastructure When my brothers and sisters Died in cold, down in Texas Of all places, yes, even the desert is cold Compatriots please, reawake Before the stranglehold turns to shackles
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Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
Goodbye Stranger
I stole you away from city lights Yep held it in a brown balled paper bag Drank in the words like liquor I didn’t think anybody could see, really. San Francisco stopped and got back on the treadmill Made of silicon and now its gone Beaded sweat of mind bleeds into the bay I walked on the pier and teared up a little bit lip The hills once covered in god are covered in another ones I don’t know what to think of it at all Grit the teeth against it and grind them to dust Bite the tongue until it leaks sweet sanguine blood I drink the wine and dine on the pain And wish with all my dying heart to meet you again But you are dead Even the world you left is dead And the minds of man are dying Because they got way too mad of trying Counter the counted counter-cultured counter-top Endless sine of combating thought I’ve walked to the golden-brown California hillcrop And realized I stood on holy seasonal grassland genocide With horror the minds withered United State Holodomor Can I build a paper airplane to take away from here In time you knew there was nothing here to fear I cannot find it Please help me find it Your alley smells like **** and the taste of forlorn Bay sits in hazy forever The water still glitters god’s diamonds but it feels more like A forgotten mound of coal You cannot polish these timely souls From bronze to something gold If they do not want it Men like you live to die And we can pretend that there will be another to tell your place But Socratic manners of speaking are banned So too, will you be left on trial The veil of night shines with roman jewels on an incandescent man-made interstate I watch them sparkle in the receding mirror, all but the brightest remain We built stars on our land and pretend they are god And in a way they are What poor representatives to those congresses of light Impossibly far So I must make do with the day we are born to Speak words that mean worlds to you And perhaps together we can reawake something Disastrous after the soul, and open the I
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
Kerouac
I stole you away from city lights Yep held it in a brown balled paper bag Drank in the words like liquor I didn’t think anybody could see, really. San Francisco stopped and got back on the treadmill Made of silicon and now its gone Beaded sweat of mind bleeds into the bay I walked on the pier and teared up a little bit lip The hills once covered in god are covered in another ones I don’t know what to think of it at all Grit the teeth against it and grind them to dust Bite the tongue until it leaks sweet sanguine blood I drink the wine and dine on the pain And wish with all my dying heart to meet you again But you are dead Even the world you left is dead And the minds of man are dying Because they got way too mad of trying Counter the counted counter-cultured counter-top Endless sine of combating thought I’ve walked to the golden-brown California hillcrop And realized I stood on holy seasonal grassland genocide With horror the minds withered United State Holodomor Can I build a paper airplane to take away from here In time you knew there was nothing here to fear I cannot find it Please help me find it Your alley smells like **** and the taste of forlorn Bay sits in hazy forever The water still glitters god’s diamonds but it feels more like A forgotten mound of coal You cannot polish these timely souls From bronze to something gold If they do not want it Men like you live to die And we can pretend that there will be another to tell your place But Socratic manners of speaking are banned So too, will you be left on trial The veil of night shines with roman jewels on an incandescent man-made interstate I watch them sparkle in the receding mirror, all but the brightest remain We built stars on our land and pretend they are god And in a way they are What poor representatives to those congresses of light Impossibly far So I must make do with the day we are born to Speak words that mean worlds to you And perhaps together we can reawake something Disastrous after the soul, and open the I
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You gotta let the blood out the body You gotta let it all fade away Once the blood is out the body Then the body can reawake You gotta walk the streets at night Watch the victims shining bright Waiting for dreams that never come true Clinging to life nearly through You gotta let the blood out the body You gotta let it all fade away Once the blood is out the body Then the body can reawake You gotta watch their eyes No hiding, no disguise Vacant pools lacking soul Destiny’s ashes burning coals You gotta let the blood out the body You gotta let it all fade away Once the blood is out the body Then the body can reawake You gotta cut the body wide Gotta cut it deep inside See the pictures life unfold Death in jars, story told.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Autopsy.
My curiosity left me to searching you. As I form your name, I know exactly who, It's time to start this game. I enhance my appearance, In a way you couldn't shake, I'm making my reappearance, It's time I reawake. I knew I said I'd forget you, I've convinced myself so much. Even though I know I do, I can't do as such. There is something you have, That grasps onto my heart. It's like being cut in halves, When we try to act apart. Days ago, you accepted my request. A memory I collect, and send it to you in protest. In hope you will reflect. This morning I check up, On this chest game I've made. You replied a video saying " Sup!" I'm surprised only a little delay. My heart stops, Your faint smile. My bliss tops, I ran that mile. I have you once more, I'm not letting you slip away. I'm mending what' we tore, By simple words we'll say. I reply back, My cheeks rosy red. My confidence lack, To those words you said. Now I'm in my daily routine, I see that you've receive, I know that you've seen. You smiled like I did, That's what I believe.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
I Saw You Again