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David Swinden Aug 2015
She dreams happier days may come her way
And prays that painful times will stay away
Her heart has been broken so many times
With her thoughts written in so many rhymes
To heal the pain her words are so real
But still the pain is there and it never heals

There’s a pain in her heart that never leaves
Cos the men in her past that she oh so grief’s
She only wanted to find the true love in her life
To have three children and be the loving wife
Play happy families and feel his love each day
And live in her dreams that love is always this way

But still her heart aches for her three wishes
That her lover takes her and drowns her in kisses
Makes her feel the most special girl there could be
Commits to her the rest of his life down on one knee

Cos she is dreaming her life without any lies
Wishing for a time with tomorrow in her eyes    
With no more pain and that she lives from the start
Committed to a future with no pain in her heart

Cos she is dreaming her life without any lies
Wishing for a time with tomorrow in her eyes
Where love lives forever and dreams never die
Wishing for a time with tomorrow in her eyes
When did I become a ******
I lost my virginity somewhere in between,
Random one nightstands...
And drunken ******
Virginity lost so long ago
Can't even remember why I lost it for
Now I find myself on the delivering end
Of some woman who tommorrow,
I won't even be remembering
I don't want to be misleading
I actually have feelings for these women
But it seems to get ******* at the end of each meeting
Than they just become another notch on my belt,
Which I guess is good
Because it seem like the more notches I get
Seem to prove my manhood
When did I become a ******
Maybe it was in the 8th grade,
When I got addicted to ****
Or when I got to college,
And it became so easy to get a drunk female,
To my dorm
When did I become a ******
When did *** become an addiction
Maybe in high school when all the dudes would brag,
About females they than hit
And I just got tired of listening
So having *** became a mission
When did I become a ******
I guess somewhere in between,
Losing my virginity with my first love
And the women I slept with last night,
Just because
When did I become a ******???
betterdays Mar 2014
i perch like a mindful,
tiny bird's spirit,
on the very  cusp of the milky
way.
a mere wisp of a thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust,
in the iris of tentative belief.

i have yet to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.

my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth,
yes i am a by-product
of the big bang.
and yes i too,
have seen how and why,
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer of blue,
and why all things, great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede,
to the wont,
to ascend to something...
higher and more profound.

i am external, internal grace,
i am in the tears of sad sorrow,
i am in the magic, of unadultered joy
in the laugh of a child,
the flight of a bee,
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat,
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion,
the ribbet of a frog,
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in each and every spark of  
a flighted firework.

i am to be found
for i am hope
and i abide in all.
betterdays Aug 2014
it's past midnight
and my thoughts is just
fuzz, lintballs and
cotton candy
rolling around like
tumble weeds
across a vast and barren plain
that purports to  a working
brain.
i am so very far beyond
myself that i am forgetting
who i am....why...

it is grant writing season
and i have used my quota
of words ...

so just visualize
something wonderful,
off to the west over there..
while i sleep over under
this tree here....
and if i am quiet enough, maybe i will come back,
to me.

then the carniva,
will begin again
tommorrow...
sonetimes real life is
such a grind...
thiswas me last night, writing freeflow...now
add one more day of writing
academic and theatrical jargon.... and see me sitting
slack jawed in the corner...
just don't poke me...truly
i might bite..or just begin to drool...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Earl Jane, oriental poetess, thou art so down, that's why I writeth this, Earl Jane, best friend of Friend's, thine heart's open as thou doth not pretend, as so many other's do; Earl Jane, thy hand's writeth as a muse, thou art not abjected in mine room, welcomed

ii

Earl Jane, lover of all being's, agone wherein thy heartbreak Sting's, I shalt taketh thine wound's mine friend, kind, gentle, thy charity with none end, thou shalt filleth thy dream's unlike other's thinkest, thou shalt glaze the moon in color's, I'll watcheth

iii

Earl Jane, afoot beside me, its thee I shalt helpeth and guide
I seeith the passion and compassion in thine eyes, as thou art free
Earl Jane, poetica dream, taketh the rope off from around thy neck, ourn savior saved thee, as I'm here for thee to protect.

iv

Earl Jane, I knowest whence thou came: from the before life of this, wherein romantic's met the poetic flame, earl jane, Asiatic bird, let thy anguish cometh out in word's, and jot and scribe thine soul down as it glide's, and frolic for new tommorrow.

v

Earl Jane, is this helping thine sorrow? Art thou smiling now as thou shouldst? Just look at mine face if thou needeth a laugh, we both knoweth its stained, like church rose glass, I knoweth right now that thou shalt laugh, art thou smiling now? Dearest friend...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ friendship poem
I accidentally deleted Janes last friendship poem I made her but today she needs it... Anyone who knows her tell her a hello and u do care... For you who don't she's amazing and the most wonderful of people.. So you can tell her hello to and compliment her ,(:::
Grace Mar 2016
Every morning, I wake up and tell myself to seize the day, and every evening, I'm still where I started: happiest when daydreaming, worst when living.

So I'm trying to write this out, as if it will help.
To write from the heart, or straight from the mind, as they say, but my fingertips and realm of feelings don't always connect to one another.
But here it is, How I Feel:
It's like an itching beneath my skin,
one I can't scratch unless
I peel it off and claw at veins.
It's a pain in the chest, that doesn't lift.
It's a restless sleep, half awake, half not.
It feels disgusting inside, like I'm tangled, mangled up.
It all feels disconnected. Like this Is Not Real.
Like the wires to reality have been severed.

It's the Big Cliche.
What can I do to make my feelings original?

I'm just smiling on the outside, to make it up to you,
to pretend, again, but I hold two conversations
simultaneously, one in my head
and another with you.
It feels like I can't move.
But I do and I don't want to.
There's a world out there,
but I'd rather be in my head, but maybe it's that which makes it all worse.
And yet going out only makes me feel more useless.

Look, how I've descended into whines and plain language. I guess this mind's just not poetic enough to make these feelings look pretty.

The problem is is that the problem doesn't go away.
It won't get better because I keep scratching at it,
it's out of my control because it will inevitably happen, there is nothing that will make it go away.

That double is. It's ugly. But how do I operate on language and make it work my way?

But these are excuses, everyone else's and mine too. Just stop worrying, as soon as you get on with it,
it will be over.
Smile, it might never happen.
(It has.) (It will.)

Yet here is the Problem, the Contradiction.
I don't know what I want.
It's wandering aimlessly, looking for approval and appreciation that I can't take when it's given. Everything feels tacky, everything feels bad.

Life's like a gift shop.
It only looked good when I was seven.

It's like being crowded, when nobody's near.
Don't touch me, don't talk.
I'm making monsters from all the bad I can find.
I'm running from the things I've made with my own hand.
I could explain, but take it as you will.
(Can you guess?)
(I bet you can.)

And these are just images I've described so many times before.
But they're the ones that stick like worn out phrases in conversations.
Dead metaphors.
It's like itching, like mosquitoes
have landed beneath my skin and are eating me alive.

I'm torn between wishing today was over or hoping it will stay to put off tommorrow. Just go with it, I try to tell myself and nothing happens.
Kind of experimented with this by writing at different times, in different moods. Not my best work, but I need to get back into writing poetry.
David W Clare Feb 2015
There is no tommorrow
There is only today
Pray all ye fools to your invisible God!

My invisible friend is better than your invisible friend!

Religion is predicated upon lies...
Save me!
Bless our happy home!

Where there is fear there is rescue
Where there is panic there is prophet!

Toss me a boat anchor
Before I drown in this cesspool of derision attrition and crime
No matter what, you're alone in this realm known as life...

Striving for attention, begging for food and love...
The white dove flys above along with the hideous black vulture countervailing culture!

Eating the flesh off our bones
Phone home to reinnsure your skin
Wire me money honey, sealed with a kiss or I sink like a bad relationship into the abyss...
Tug my boat to stay afloat else I drown in the kings costly moat

Why steal from me ghetto boy?
You'll learn someday its only a test...

Only the best have no fear of the unknown!

D. Clare
You have fear? Drink red wine, don't drink beer...
Jacqe Booth Feb 2010
i
Who is I?
In the Now. I am of true boi essence.
A writer, a recluse, abandoned only of fate: Destiny ever alluring in the palm of my hand.
Limited only by my own inabilty to be present in only one consciousness.
I am split between reality strings.
A permeant spectre, caught betwixt parallel dimensions.
At times incoherrant, lost in esoteric translation.
I am physic(al) - I of breath + flesh, perception being my holster, corruption my armoury.
Intuitively, i am harmonious, sanctonious, welcoming of illuminations and the darker side of each unfettered moon.
Awareness sleeps by my side. Each waking minute guarded. of commonality.
I am enlightened.
I am bouyant.
mobile, fluid-like in kinesis.
Conventional existense being the foundation over which i fly.
Arms outstretched, willing risk to be my pull.
Enticing Love to be my drag.
balance, mediums, equilibrium.
Lifted high amidst winds roaring with possibility.
I am stark in naked complication, although often prone to cover up in cynical, self critical analysis.
I am given of self; being the taker a refreshing discourse to which i stray accordingly.

Of culture i am a liar.
By nature i tend towards honesty only straying when survivalistic path need tread.
I am of blood,
private yet optimistically open to scarring.
By custom i am trained, civil, content.
Of instinct; native raw tongue, i am rampant, rapid in force, compelled to grow then emerge.
Only.
To submerge
is to take full scope.
i am telescopic
in view of A/all else to which i drown my vision.
I am unsure if i am young,
Although certain that my passage is still being lit by the glow of its entrance, dark passageways luring with their shadows and cavernous corners.
I am liberal, random in speculatory silence. I am idle, often motivated by industrial desire.
Mechanical in process, structured of cerebreal architecture, yet somewhat discombobulated in particularity.
Sporadic be my strain, its think tank choking always on the weeds of sorrow.
Essentially i am nothing: yet overwhelmingly everything.
I was
I am
I will
therefore i
Exist
to i as
A/all and nothing.
As yesterday is to tommorrow, and visa versa, i am a window, a door, a channel:
as closed as i am open.
Dependant only on my own deliverence of influence and potential.
Driven by the promise of future and the demands of my past.
I am a vehicle in time, my presence, my motion, my journey
is I.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

O' how grand the star's were last evening
As I layed in the dew covered misty grass;
I observed the time, as hour's goeth to fast,
Wilt I last, on mine twenty seventh birthday?

ii.

Tommorrow, the twenty-third, another birth,
Whilst I've lived for twenty-six, I've seen hell.
I've met heaven in mine queen, I've seen cell's
I've discovered godly knowledge, spiritual bliss.

iii.

Shalt I liveth, another timecapsuled round?
I've seen nine-twenty-three, on the clock
For year's, was it a sign of something big
To happen to me, or to the world's own fear's?

iv.

Is it the destruction of earth, is it mine curse,
Shalt I breatheth another eve', shalt mine body
Disconnect with mine spirit; shalt I still smile,
Shalt these bone's goeth home, where Yahweh rest's in aisle's.

v.

Nine-twenty three, cometh soon, of eighty-eight
When I was hatched, in the creator's hand flashed;
Twenty-six fiscal's, making to one more ticking-hand
Wilt mine vision's cometh true, for me, thou, forever 27...

vi.

Shalt I still exist?
Or leaveth quickly to heaven........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© forever 27
Michael Strong Jun 2015
Light conquers darkness and brings about a new day
A change of mind a change of time a change of mankind
Reasons to believe seasons to recieve
Rise above and percieve overcome and achieve
People being humiliated modern day segregation
Reputations arradicated in need of a destination
Hearts and minds pierce the skies
Part the clouds and ask God why
But answers comes in a pace and sometimes slow
Why the heck we born in the first place if this is how we gotta go
Sufferings and struggles hardships and troubles
Sisters against brothers fathers against mothers
The strong rewarded the weak covered
Shackled in ******* social injustice
Reality brings about change all things change
Life becomes a game rain brings pain
Snares and options prayers and promises
The flares are launching down the dungeons
Embeded in a state of mind breaded to overcome hardtimes
Headed for the sunrise bled from a certain bloodline
Vikings and alliance titans and giants
Spirits dying minds rising
Full of hope full of pain in my mind all things change
But will i survive this game the question still remains the same
The battle is not for the weak nor for the strong
Wisdom is a gift the mind is its home
They say that i will never make it never achieve
The odds are against me but im still believing
Today i shall suffer tommorrow is a mystery
If i pray before the trumphets i shall overcome with victory
Let these words be heard before the mighty throne
Let  peace be subperb enough to live long
Move the housetop and part the sky
I surrdender my heart and free my mind
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Get some rest mine empress
Thine mind is full of doubt's;
Afraid I shalt walketh away
Afraid of me walking out;

ii

Get some sleep
Mine queen;
Tommorrow thou shalt awaken
And again to talk to me.

iii

Get some shut-eye mine seraph
None shalt separate us;
None jealous one's
None scarab's.

iv

Get some peace mine rose
Didst thou not knoweth;
I'll be at thy side, we'll gloweth
Triumphantly as tower's.

v

Get some siesta mine lass
For the morn shalt cometh fast;
I'll be there at thy side, staring through thine glass
Glass eye's, that I shalt never walketh from.....

Get some peace mine Reyna......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

In the snowbroth, in the chill of the eve'
Mine aficionado inamorata shalt swoon me;
Under the gloss, of the ancient moss
Under the *******, overhead albatross.

ii

Thou art the apricity, when the wind bloweth cold
Thou art the castle, wherein is mine abode;
Thou art the rose, with none Thorn's attached
Thou art the night and day, a movie, stage, angel hatched

iii

Gorgonized, thou hath done to me
Directing me under thine foretoken;
Thine voice is quiet, though so captivating
Thy locution is so spiritual, liberating.

iv

Thou art a snoutfair, angel wing's, oriental hair
Freed I am, from the world of man, a perfected pair;
Thou maketh me want to do better in all of mine way's
I shalt loveth thee tommorrow mine queen, and more today.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
A Lopez May 2016
Are you ready
Your last could
Be t
O
M
    M
O
R
O
  W---------------- are you sure
Have you released angers and
S
  O
R
R
O
W
S-  are you ready
For death heaven or hell?
Or the not so deep sleep-
We make decisions NOW!
Your choice and fate is in
Your hand's destinations keep-
Don't be fooled, make the
Right decision,
Clear your\view-open your eyes
Don't be deceived by world vision.
Imprisoned?
Choose now
Dios or diablos-------tommorrow might not just come
As you'd expect. Check yourself \ on
F
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S\ reflect/
Clindballe Oct 2014
Laying on a cold road
in the middle of the night
holding a strangers hand.

Looking up in the blue sky
even though no stars appear
we keep on looking up.

Laughing over nothing
and nothing else than
us doing nothing at 1am

Living like there is a tommorrow
to lay, look, laugh and live
a day more to share with him.
Written: October 3. - 2014
You can be afraid of love
you can be afraid of life
but for you, Ther'll be no suicide
and I will Not let you sacrifice
you are my equal in every way
you cant keep putting you down
you are a human being, today
and tommorrow you'll still be around
it should never come to suicide, theres always anouther way out, and you should never offer yourself up just because you think your less than somebody else
brandon nagley May 2015
Yea,
These are mine last scriptures,
No more thoughts to come out blistered
No more cuts to snap thy pictures
Moribund to mineself!!!
No reaching hands,
No none help
No marching band to play mine kilt
A tombstone of lonesomes lost!!
No clothes to be buried,
No queen to soothe me
None to marry
The cliff I've come to now!
No sun, no clouds
No children to laugh and play
Just darkness to cover me
Smothered breathe!!
No candle to light mine way
No tommorrow
Nor the next day!!!!!

For as I always say
When thou wilt seeith these writings stop,
Than thou wilt knoweth something's wrong!!!!!!

FINUS!!!
The last one (finis)
jeffrey robin Jun 2011
we are Not the slaves THEY want us to be

we are the warriors

we ride illusions unto visions that breathe
forth  children who KNOW
themselves

facing death
we love life

we are the warriors

WE NEVER FALTER NOR FAIL

we are warriors
I was a child then , but now am a teen , um in the stage where my life is strange , hopping to get better but getting bitter , um not a child, not yet an adult but in the middle of them all, in the middle of the ocean where i have to fine my way out, where i have to make choices that my life will depend on them "wrong or right"choices      um a teenager and um a thinker , i think of all the bad and wrong things that evry sec of it will change my life as a whole , i thnk about my life now, but what about it in future? I think about myself but what about others? I think about the new days but what about the newer ones?                                 Im a teenager and my days of being a child are long gone and soon my days of being a teen wiil be gone too , the day will come for me to face the real world  , my days will come when my choices will lead me..            Im a teenager , um in a crazy stage where nature drives me crazy my life as a teen may seen good..but its not , being a teens is like living in a horror movie , lts like the world has shown me its worsts site its like the world has turn its back on me.             I am a teenager and i have a future ahead of me and i have to make my country a better place tommorrow coz my decision now can build my future and shape the person i am tommorrw and make me the person i wanna be    "thats my teenage life"
Teen   future....dicisoins   good  bad   child
Like Night turns into day
You will find the way...

When the journeY seems tO long
And you feel like Hope is gone
YOu can listen within your heart
To mend your soul broken apart
Love is the veRy place to sTarT

If all your faith have lost its charm
There is always open arms
Ready to comfort with Embrace
Fill the lonely empty space
Find within YourselF its place

Time will hold the "why"
Your heart silenTly crY
Before thE memories must fade
Someone will remain
And
Like Night turns into day
You will find the way...

Life have so much more to give
If you only choose to live
The past has come and have gone
TommOrrow brinGs a brand new song
The strengtHs been waiting all along

Fear is only when you find
The unknown can only bind
You to fear if you abstain
And never ever try again
To every sun there must be rain

Know that you're not on Your own
Everybody feels ALone
JuSt when you want to Quit
Remember thiS a bit
Darkness flee when Light is lit
And
Like Night turns into day
You will find the way...

So take these words as true
Find the courage to just do
Take it day by day my friend
And you will win in the end
And be happy once again
Because
Like Night turns into day

You will find the way...
Just carry on!
Kathy Z Mar 2013
The gentle light of dusk creeps upon the barren plains...

please hold my hand, if only for awhile.

Memories, hopes, dreams, where do I start?

I'll wait for you tommorrow by yesterday's river.

There is no right answer in life.

If I were to be hated in the end, if I was to be hated by the person I loved, then I decided these the first to hate before that happened.

Every book and fairy tale has a end, for better or worse.

If you want that rare happy ending, you must carve it out yourself.

Please embrace me, and make me laugh once more.

Even a child grows with pain.

Run, run, and cling to life. Only monsters can survive in this world.

Through this endless maze I wander aimlessly, looking for a place where I can finally sing.

And if you find someone precious to you, never let go of their hand, so you can see their warm smile eternally.

If this is to be my latest and final song, let me call it out with you here!

Walk through the ashes of your failures and learn how to regret.

When was that day when we were together?

Can't I twist time, to relieve that day?

All the lies that I've told until now, all the truths I've told until now, I've been worried about which outweighed which, and stopped searching.

Each human is bound by what they define as reality...but can we say that each man is living in his own world? Pain. Terror. Heaven. Hell. Which one tips the scale of life?

So please, just live with a smile.

If possible, I would like to cry with joy. But..I am afraid to say these words, for they may turn you away.

How do I know what to live for?

There is no prince or princess in this fairy tale.

Sometimes..you have to be your own hero.
Prince Sajid Ali Aug 2014
Please don’t tell me not to cry
Please don’t way there was a reason why
You don’t know what I am feeling
Or how much I hurt
The wet spots are from tears on the collar of this shirt
You think I should go on with life
Forget about it and be strong
But deep down I am sad, and I don’t want to go along
I don’t expect you to understand why
For no apparent reason I break down and start to cry
My life has changed forever, you see
And that is why I am not acting like the same ole me
So please don’t try to act like nothing happened
Because it’s changed my life forever
I will never be the same again
Not today, not tommorrow, but never
The best thing you can do for me is just be there
Just like always, my friend
My broken heart is hurting bad
And it will never mind
Blue Angel Oct 2015
Wondering on a yellow brick road with no place to go
Stuck on the same road, to where will I go tomorrow
Back home, or to my loved one's? But the important question is
What does my heart want? That is a secrete that only I know.
But my yellow brick road is still going straight, lets see about tommorrow
A Lopez Aug 2015
Little ballerina your birthday has passed
Momma will always be here
                                                   Momma's love will last
                Momma won't leave you,
I never will stray away.
Hunny momma is here tommorrow
              Ballerina your
M
   O
     M
       M.                E.        To
          A.            R.                S
             S.        E.                   T
                    H.                         A
                                                   Y.
betterdays Dec 2014
i perch
like a mindful, tiny bird's spirit,
on the very cusp of the milkyway.

a mere wisp,
of an evocative thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust, 
in the iris,
of tentative belief.

i have,
yet
to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet
to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.

my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth, 
yes
i am a by-product of
the big bang.
and
yes i too, 
have seen
how and why, 
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer
of blue,
and why
all things,
great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede, 
to the wont,
to ascend to
something
higher and more profound.

i am,
external,
internal,
eternal,
grace,

i am
in the tears of
sad sorrow,
i am
in the magic of
unadultered joy
in
the laugh of a child, 
the flight of a bee, 
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat, 
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion, 
the ribbet of a frog, 
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in the fragrance of flowers
left in memorium,
in each and every
spark
of  flighted fireworks.

i am
to be found
for i am
hope 
and
i abide eternally,
in all.
this is an older piece, but i wanted to repost it
in response to the events
in Australia over the past week......
brandon nagley Sep 2016
The earth shalt
Be in chaos,
Global
Turmoil
Soon;

For whom wilt
Thou chooseth;
Christ, or an Antichrist
That maketh all small,
Rich, poor, meek,
Taketh the bite of Satan
The mark of the beast.

Wherein is thine hope?
Man, or men? Traditional
Deities, cloaked under demon's
Of stench.

Christ Yeshua spoke
Come unto me all ye that labour
And art heavy laden; for he is meek
And lowly in heart, and all whom seek
Him shalt find rest in their soul's.
For peace only cometh from Christ's
Salvation alone.

If haven't accepted his salvation today
Soon the word's ( come up hither ) will
Be for the world to see on Judgement's
Display. We don't hath tommorrow,
And neither today, I pray O' do I pray
That thou shalt find the Messiah-
Yeshua ha'mashiach, the only eternal way.
Up top is reposted poem for you to accept Christ. My fellow poet's time is running out.. please heed my warning time is running out....
You may ask the question, "How can anyone really know 100% sure that they are going to heaven when they die?" The answer is found in the Scriptures. Here we will not look at what man has to say, but what God says in the Bible. Remember, if what man or religion teaches is contrary to God’s Word - God’s Word is always right over man’s word.

YOU CAN KNOW FOR SURE:
I Jn 5:12-13...
“He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life. These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.”

According to God’s Word one can know that he or she has eternal life. In order to have this settled one must realize Salvation is only through Christ.
SALVATION IS ONLY THROUGH JESUS CHRIST ALONE:

Acts 4:12...
“Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”
John 14:6...
“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

Many have been taught salvation is either through church membership, baptism, good works, or taking the sacrament. Most religions teach living a good life is required for one’s salvation.


YOU CAN NOT WORK YOUR WAY TO HEAVEN:

Eph 2:8-9...
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”...
Titus 3:5...
“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost;”
Gal 2:16...
“Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith of Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Jesus Christ, that we might be justified by the faith of Christ, and not by the works of the law: for by the works of the law shall no flesh be justified.”
Gal 3:10-11...
“For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them. But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith.”Gal 3:24...
“Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith.”
Rom 3:20...
" Therefore by the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified in his sight: for by the law is the knowledge of sin".Understand, one can be sincere about their beliefs yet wrong. If you were sick and someone gave you poison to take instead of a medicine remedy; it doesn’t matter how sincere you are about taking what you believe to be medicine - if it is poison, you are in trouble.
Prov 14:12...
“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”

God’s Word makes it plain that the gift of salvation is only through Jesus and is by grace, not by doing good things.



According to the Scriptures, to once and for all settle in your heart that you are going to heaven.

THERE ARE A FEW THINGS THAT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND:


1. Why We Need a Saviour? WE ARE ALL SINNERS.

Rom 3:23...
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;"
Rom 5:12...
"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:"
Rom 3:19...
"Now we know that what things soever the law saith, it saith to them who are under the law: that every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become guilty before God."
James 2:10...
"For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all."
Unless you admit you are a sinner; you will never see the real need for the Saviour. If we could get to heaven by our good works, why did Christ have to suffer such agony on the Cross?


2. If we die without Christ as our Saviour there is a penalty of eternal punishment in Hell.

Rev 21:8...
"But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death."
Rev 20:14-15...
"And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire."


3. Christ paid the penalty for our sin. We MUST receive Him as our personal Lord and Saviour.

Isa 53:6...
"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."
Gal 3:13...
"Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:"
Rom 5:8...
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
John 3:16...
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.


4. Receive Christ as your Saviour.


In conclusion:
If you have already admitted you are a sinner and according to the Bible deserve to go to hell and if you believe with your heart that Christ died for your sins and arose from the grave the third day...
YOU MUST PERSONALLY BY FAITH RECEIVE CHRIST AS YOUR SAVIOUR!

Rom 10:9-109...
"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation."
Right now after reading these Scriptures if you would simply bow your head and call upon the name of the Lord He will save you and give you eternal life. Remember, it is not just believing. Satan believes in God but that certainly doesn’t mean that he is going to heaven.

Rom 10:13...
"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
John 1:12...
"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:"

Your Salvation is your own personal choice now. You can either RECEIVE CHRIST or REJECT HIM. It is up to you. Salvation is determined by what you do with Christ.

If wanna say sinners prayer and be saved in Jesus especially since the way the world's going and prophecies are happening every which way , christ is calling his bride soon bride meaning the church. Wanna accept Jesus Christ as Lord an Savior also known as Yeshua ha'mashiach means- Jesus the Messiah in hebrew. Many don't know either the word Yeshua means salvation in hebrew amazingly. If want to accept christ simply bow your head pray these words close eyes go somewhere quiet bedroom! Or closet somewhere with peace and quiet.
Pray these words it's a small sinners prayer.

Close eyes
We pray to God Yahweh also called elohim or Jehovah is the name of God!
Close eyes
Say this-
Dear god, I know I've sinned against you and I don't deserve your forgiveness. I wanna put my trust in your son Jesus Christ NOW. I believe your son Jesus died and Rose the third day for my sins. I ask your son Jesus to come into my heart to be my Messiah and Savior. And save me , as right now I give you Jesus my heart and soul. And now will turn from my sinful ways of living and follow you. Thank you for saving me ....I'm now your child.
In Jesus name I pray amen!!!!
Hope you said that prayer prophecies are happening worldwide and soon the trumpets shall blow and christ will take his people from the earth away from the seven years of tribulation coming upon the earth that will be all hellish for anyone left behind. I pray you accept Jesus Christ today if not today I ask you email me if have ?s or are unsure about Jesus.
Your friend Brandon Nagley .
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

A Vintage Alfajor necklace
To veil mine sovereign belle;
Betrothed for heaven's comfort
We hath already been through hell.

ii.

Ourn bygone time
Hath strengthened us for forthcoming rapture;
I'll be right next to her, in her allure
No death, forever, happily ever after.

iii.

I'll tryeth daily, tis none maby's
I'll doeth anything, for mine Filipino baby;
As tis I'll maketh her, forget her past
I'll be her bishop, she shalt be mine eternal hourglass.

iv.

As time goeth fast, I mustn't lose the thought
That tommorrow doth not always cometh, we dieth, get lost;
Though she hath found me, I knoweth what being saved mean's
I wilt liveth every day as mine last, and liveth it for mine queen.

v.

So dearest reyna, soulmate, and best friend
When thou doth readeth this, know ourn love shalt not end;
As we both understandeth, this planet is just a passage to the next
We wilt meeteth in this life, and afterward's, pag-ibig at it's best.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
pag-ibig means love Filipino tongue.
betterdays Sep 2014
sometimes when i
contemplate the art
of grocery shopping

i yearn for much simpler
days

when butter was just butter
and no one knew the harm
that it could do..

those days when you did n't
worry about milk
simply because it was
delivered in clinking glass
bottles right to your door

when you knew the butcher
who cut up the cow
and you knew that the pork
sausages came from the pig.

and when your mum
sent you to get the fish
she sent you with a clean
pottery dish

those day of yore
when fifty cents would
buy a coke some chips
a sherbet bomb and more.

but those day are long gone
and i must move on

so again when i shop
tommorrow
i will stand in front of the
twenty brands of margerine
spreads and butter
and endevour not to mutter
about the fact
that butter is still, just butter.
listen to me i sound about
100 hundred....
but it did used to be simpler
did'nt it....
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

O'
Timely
Apricity;

ii.

Mayest thou
Warm, and blanketeth
Me; as a neonate, as
Thou shalt gorgonize
Me, from within the space,
Ourn embracing is a cataract,
Of heavied chime-together laced.

iii.

Thine speak is comely, Concord
To mine earshot; the copse is
Surrounding, none manor
Needed, just the coney's,
With the delightful tree's,
veneering ourn cot.

iv.

Exhaling all ourn woes
And sorrow's, as if none
Tommorrow; None haste,
And none distaste, house-
Leeks groweth whilst the
Flaxen colored roses follow.

v.

O' oriental Apricity
I'm cold mine lass,
I'm freezing fast;
This winter day
Hath chilled mine
Soul, I needeth thine
Fire-place, to heateth these bones.
Though far-flung, away on stretched water's.
I'm awaiting for thee, mine queen, O' Apricity,
I'm awaiting O' queen, mine swart of the sea, thou holdeth the lock, tis I hath the key, here thou goeth amour', open it up, flyeth on through-setteth me free.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Apricity means- the suns warmth on a cold winters day. Word existed around in the 1620s.
Neonate means- young baby or young mammal. I mean baby lol.
Gorgonize means-  To have a paralyzing or mesmerizing effect on someone.
cataract is waterfall.
Chime is - agree with, be in harmony with.
Copse means- a small group of trees.
Comely means like pleasant peaceful
Speak to me is- voice, or sound of it.
Earshot is- the distance to where I càn hear her.
Manor is like big country mansion.
Cony or coney's is a rabbit. Or rabbit's.
Veneer means like a wood covering, veneering means covering same thing!
Haste means rush something. Rushing..
House-leek plant is - something that can grow up your house. Beautiful! They look like little cacti without the prickers.
Flaxen color is a yellowish color.
swart means- dark-skinned.
A Lopez Mar 2016
I want to be better
Not mad or in anger.
Not giving pique to
Fellow strangers. Not
Giving self the world's
Own pleasures. Not being
Selfish in others letters.
Not being abundant in
Thoughts of me. Thinking
Not on tommorrow
But eternity.
God help me
Be the me
You created me
To be. I'm a
Human who
Has flaws
Mistakes
Have felt
Distrust
Done the
Heartbrakes.
I am ashamed
Of my past
Though want
To move ahead to the
Future and present.
I'm just a transgressor
Trying to overcome the
Darkened essence.
I am not a saint
I'm humbly a peasant.
Meaning poor in my actions.
But those shall change
No longer do I want
To be estranged from
Dios mío. I want to
Give him all
This is me
This is real.
betterdays Aug 2014
house is mouse quiet
walking down the
hallway
in
the dark
step on a malevolent
lego brick, swear mightily

this epitomises my day...

now to crawl into bed
and pray tommorrow
the vagrant gods like me...
Eric Flaze Apr 2010
Be careful out there. Its danger on planet earth. From red lights to street posts. We symbolize our own device.  We synchronize. In unity. Another you is another me. All the lights in town. Shining brightly now. You know there lighting bolts. When you hear the thunder. Screws near the grounds. New items in the lost in found. Faith has left  me. She said goodbye I hope youll find your home. Leaving me alone, with my own beliefs. With a welcoming hand. And a joined committee. Is left sitting by my bed. Writing names on my windows mist. Leaving these words.  Left from the cold of this night.

Chorus
What ya wanna be. Opportunities left under seats. That you drew in your heart. Take a look in the mirror.Your reflection is an enemy. But its a twin that you cant defeat. It exists your the only error. You have your favorites, you have your nightmares. The whispers will break the silent souls. LIke yourself. They'll scream for help. While the reply gently murmers no.  

From your nite light. To your curtains .Im the only friend. Here in this empty room. The only one you have. 
Talking to the maker of words on my painted walls. Thinking they will respond. I haven't heard from it today. Maybe theyll hear me tommorrow. And still the letters followed in a sentence in my bedroom window.

Chorus 
Speaking, Who do ya wanna be. Opportunities left under seats. That you drew in your heart. Take a look in the mirror.Your reflection is an enemy. But its a twin that you cant defeat. It exists your the only error.  
From your night light. To your curtains .Im the only friend. Here in this empty room. The only one you have.   Youve your favorites, you have your nightmares. Remember the moments when there was no darkness. But now the whispers will break the silent souls. Like yourself. They'll scream for help. While the reply gently murmers no. 

Only God could save your hope. For the day it counts. There will be nothing left but a hole. Someday youll experience freedom from mysery. So today im leaving. No more feared dreams. Someane else has come to rescue you and bring you peace.
Check it out
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Tommorrow might not cometh
The night might not showeth;
The reaper might taketh me.

ii.

The star's mayest fail
Mine heart might be impaled;
Clotted crimson mayest cover me.

iii.

The cumulus might bring hail
Mine eye's shalt closeth;
This spirit to be renewed.

iv.

Though in all this pain
Next to me, mine sweetest Jane;
Mine angel of God, mine cherub moon.

v.

So if I do goeth
Dearest amour', alway's knoweth;
Forever I shalt, loveth thou to.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

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