"ressurected" poems
i
She isn't thy average
Typical being;
She sit's upon a loft
Only made for a queen.
ii
Her bedstead is mine
We shareth ourn pillow;
I've never been so happy
Her love, pure as a meadow.
iii
A battlement coordinates
Wherein we shalt be protected;
She's spiritually awoken me
Hari and his reyna, ressurected.
iv
I shalt beget her, from her painful sleep
Now she's awoken, her face none more weep's;
Other's shalt Bestir us, from what they can't get
Though we shalt prevail, with love, forgiveness, them to forget.
v
Brigandine silver, shalt dress me in battle
For If beast's cometh close to mine queen, their boot's shalt rattle;
A Gilbertese I wilt carry, known as a shark tooth weapon
Mine Filipino empress is mine all, no faltering, none question's.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Filipino rose......
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
A standstill!!!!
The planet's spinning out of control!!!
Mistaken identities are non friendly!!!
A false temple shalt be erected
The saviors ressurected
For didn't thou heareth?
No more sadness
No more tears
To famish a costly spirit!!!
Open murderer's
Wilt **** with a smile
The land of the old
And persecution's trials
Wilt shake!!!!!
Trembled cake!!!
No layers of good taste!!!
A volcanic comeback
For all to see,
As the fish and the trees
Come to their boil!!!!!
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
& Suddenly there was a shift
her beauty lit up the room
She created more space for her gift
issuing an eviction notice to gloom
what she thought was dead
Had been surely ressurected
no matter how much or how little was said
You could find her unaffected
Her attention now directed
Centered & refocused
& they all felt it
Joy; where she was once hopeless
a light began to shine
A brave moment a midst a hearts strife
it was far beyond time
To become the love of her own life <3 xoxo
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
We craved eachother
But I was bad for you.
You craved my taste
So I cut my lips off.
You craved my smell
So I masked it.
You craved my touch
So I wore mittens.
You craved my voice
So I removed my tongue.
Then I realized you crave my presence
And this craving was killing you slowly,
So I set myself on fire
And let myself burn
So you could crave me no longer.
The devil found my ashes and resurrected me
And like a phoenix I rose,
He said he'd ease your craving and give me life
In exchange for just my soul.
And I went to find you to see if it worked
And it did. You craved me no longer.
But even in this new form,
This newly ressurected body,
There was nothing I wanted more than you
Because somehow my memories
Didn't burn with my skin and flesh.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
The heart is a weird thing..it is the one which keeps us alive and it is also the one which hurts and kills every now and then...it's incredible as to the variety of emotions it can possess...from love to hatred to jealousy to compassion to pride to humility to courage to fear to joy to grief and what not.I wish it were possible to stay alive and at the same time dissect one's own heart and see what it contains..what it goes through..what it feels..how it sees things.I wish i could experience what it felt like being a heart..being broken..being loved..being shattered..being ressurected and so on.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Vile a sinner as I
The hearing and my trial
Alone I am condemned
I killed a man
I sent him to his death
I shouted a shout to end his life
Buried him in dirt
Sealed him in a tomb
Wounded for my name
It is my sin to blame
In that hole is the way
In that grave is the truth
Buried is the life eternal
Champion of death
Victory in the grave
This man is my only hope
The power within him
Indescribable life to win
The way the truth the life
In Him is life eternal
From the grave he bore life eternal
Ressurected he gives life eternal
His name is YHWY
His name is EL Shaddai
His name is Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior
Convicted in my place
Crucified for my shame
Guilty as charged was I
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
staring at the moon a wolf dressed in drag
sputtered out coughs in vain
when he hustled away the rain away
with bitter sentiments + cooling breezes
insects skitter blac the town
human is old and slowly leaving
ressurected a god
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
*Even though I dislike you.
To be judgemental would just be hypocrit
and contradicting.
So I don't condemn you, my young brother.
I should apologize, I should drop to my knees
bow my head in front of you, in utter defeat.
For I feel partly responsible, you started walking the same path as me.
Wearing the same armor, shield, sword and unwavering willpower
obtained through sheer loyalty.
The White Knight gallops proudly on his Steed.
And I discarded my weaponry.
Dropped the shield that weighs oh so heavily.
My silver sword turned to Red Gold
stained with the pain of those I slayed
Who at the time stood in my way.
Even though they were beside me.
Their ghosts and thoughts lingered behind me.
Forever having my back and heart regardless of me stabbing theirs.
That sword now rests proudly inside my heart
and never more will it be stained in their blood.
I'll carry it proudly for it is engraved with thoughts
A testimony of their faith and love.
Now those ghosts from the past
are ressurected again.
And for that I am truly blessed my friend.*
*You're walking down the path and experience how the story unfolds.
But I just finished writing the book.
This Song of Life is stuck on repeat.*
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
I am in love with something that can never really be met.
Shes always standing just where the horizon falls into forever. Riding the sun solemnly down and then laughing as she rises with the moon.
She tourtures me in every idle moment. Calling my name and whispering promises of all the wonderous things hidden underneath silk and paper maps
A moth to a flame, I am burned and turned to ash and the Gods have seen fit that i am ressurected everytime and everytime i am filled with greater passion for her.
She has led me across grassy hills that morph in the breeze, unfocusing my eyes and showing me dreams.
through caves and cold creeks, long highways and longer nights.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
Broken Man
with broken hands,
broken feet,
how can he stand?
Broken Man
Broken Heart,
No light can be seen,
Where is the spark?
Broken Man
Broken mind,
Memories of yesterday,
Stop the time,
Broken man
With broken plans,
Abandoned soul
Where did it go?
Broken man
starting to heal
Pain has subsided
Can this be real?
Rehabilitation
From lamentation
One sweet soul
Gave rejuvenation
Ressurected man
With ressurected hands
ressurected feet
Now he can stand!
Ressurected man
With Ressurected heart
Death to the darkness
Because of her spark
Ressurected man
Ressurected mind
Injuries of yesterday
Are far behind
Ressurected man
With liberated plans
The prodigal soul
With her,
he is whole
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC