"unbarring" poems
tell me...
will tomorrow bring,
all the things
i'm longing...
stowed upon its elusive wings,
tirelessly beating
and fighting
to show what's dangling
and hanging...
ready for the picking...
awaiting...
such time so it could begin its need for unloading,
delivering
and dropping,
its gleaming
treasures
on those who are deserving,
in no way lacking
so they could be at the receiving
end of this pressurising,
inking
of dwindling
words...
careless thoughts conceived only to
fuel
my deranged ramblings...
incessant mutterings of a shattering
mind...
bending backwards, almost breaking,
risking...
the chance of ever fully
mending...
hoping and praying
for a sentence that's pending
dawn's approval...
allowing
the rising
of the sun...
paving
ways for thriving
wishes,
unbarring
gates for soaring
dreams, unlocking
latches,
relieving...
the heightening
anxieties of grieving
hearts.
constantly whispering
utterances, promising
good will, happiness
and titillating
sanity.
we're thinking...
the earth is spinning,
the moon is setting,
so the sun must be rising
but...
tell me,
tomorrow...
is it coming?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
In a secret chamber mine love-
novel to other's, we shalt repose.
Thought's to not only be understood
In the physical, but in the kingdom
Wherein living water floweth
From ourn soul's. Pinnacle's
Defying scientific theory of
Time and space. For where
We shalt be there art sea's
Eternally unspoken; Only
By God shalt one seeith the
Glimmering turnstile, none
trespass allowed there, none
agápi to be defiled. Here, this
Place we shalt floshtarize in
unbarring liberty; a cordillera
Aloft the breeze we shalt ascend.
Ourn spirit's wilt twist and bend
To the notes of saintly chord's. O'
Anon mine girl, anon; we shalt sip
From the grip of turquoise pond's. As
The treasures we wilt collect, shalt be
providential, ourn residential abode-
white as snow, O'er the Show
of the most essential.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
A blind man once told me that he fell in love with a beautiful woman. Hearing this, took me totally out of place so i stared with a blank face... A smile came to his face... as almost knowing already the reaction he would get. He asked me "If you could love with your eyes closed, describe beauty and being completely exposed?." I hesitated, shut my eyes and then answered. Beauty to me would not be beauty to you because you see true beauty without really seeing it. His smile grew bigger. Beauty shouldn't have to be seen... but its the reality that most people don't seem to believe. Words and expressing emotion is beautiful. But you sir, have a gift because you will never judge anyone by their looks or weight or their skin color. You will only judge by how beautiful their words are or how amazing their thoughts can be. Getting so mentally fixed with someone, looks no longer become a necessity and you have the clarity to love them mentally. So to me, true beauty is in the mind, unraveling the puzzle and loving what you find. As i opened my eyes, the blind man was mesmerized. With a big smile he said "Love is blind and people like you are the reason for true loves meaning and people like you are why im still believing." As he got up to leave, he held his stick and pulled off the dark glasses he was wearing, and just started staring. The question was unbarring, so i asked, "Sir if you dont mind, but you don't look blind?" At that moment a woman walked over and proceeded to grab the stick and the glasses from the man. While i stared in a lost gaze trying to find words to say. he said "She is the reason i breath every day." With a soft, sweet voice she said "I dont need my eyes to show me what beauty is, i need my heart to show me what love is because no matter how you look at it, you cant visualize beauty. You have to touch it and feel it. You have to describe it and hear it. And when you find someone who's feeling is mutual you wont need your eyes to tell her, "You are beautiful".
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Oh his scent, so strong
It solidifies in my lungs
Powerful, unbarring, wrong.
Comfort came, then it flew
As it granted me little custody
It mimicked a feeling I once knew.
Oh his eyes, so alarming
Dragged me away to a torturous land
Haunting, smooth, harming.
Venom seared through my veins
Pleased by the sensation
For once, I begged for the pain
Oh his voice, so peaceful
He spoke his words
calm. collective, but lethal.
A poisoned love was in sight
Forbidden by fate
Despite our eternal fight.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
The 4 am drive to the airport
Sealed with melancholy and unbarring silence.
Sweaty hands interlocked;
Afraid to let go.
For two hours of staying wide awake wasn't enough to absorb the repercussion we would soon be battling with.
And the new faces are just a mirage, collected stories and memories still imprinted in closed notes; the counted days of our momentary bliss.
The wait never felt like a burden, rather worth the wait to enjoy our last bite of meal.
Tight hugs and kisses, as I walked through the door with my bags and suitcases,
Never thought one day, that was the final draft of our story for five years back.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
this unbarring of my soul
that’s called poetry
Is a stripping off of my clothes
and showing you the hidden parts of me
and I want you to see me
I want you to see me
and all my scars
and all my stretch marks
I want you to see my anger and my pain
I want you to see my weakness and my sin
I want you to see my joy
Because in the end it all points back to Him
and that is the most beautiful thought
Most beautiful thought
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 12:00 PM UTC
Darkness surrounds
Mysterious effect
Uncertain unspeakable
Alone and unbarring
More than a season watch
Coldness within
Suspense
Anger full of tears and frustration
Strength has no muster
Gestures no more
No understanding
Eyes seeing nothing
Walked into my own doubt
Expel shout
Lasting pause
Cold heart the cause
Living with no worth
A cloud is a curse
Until into never
Life below and above
Lived and died
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
If you listen you'll hear
Perfect sight blue sky's
Crisp and clear
No fear
Of this emotional tear
Near from far
Far from near
If life's a car
Which direction will you steer
Uncontrollable passion
Good intentions never lasting
Unbarring a scream
A question
Forgiveness is what he' asking
A painful lesson as year is passing
There's a fine line between crying and laughing
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, however long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
Beg for mercy, But mercy never comes
Thirsty To add
Out comes all bad
Negative sum
Sad he's on the run
It's a gangster fashion
Life's all done
Point your finger
And I'll point my gun
Flash before your eyes and now he's blasting
Day to night
Night to day
Times a waste
Make these stakes
The price you'll pay
Dead awake you'll stay
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, however long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
Gotta have patience to love
Gotta have love for patience
Gotta spend time to make it
Doesn't cost a dime when tainted
Blemish the facts when naked
Affectionately high maintenance
Painless desire to despair the fire
Gasping for air unable to compare
The choking stare in your hopelessness glare
Radically reaching higher and higher
Entirely growing more tired and tired
Previous lost of grip, as you struggle and slip
Back to the start, It's a never ending trip
So I make my stance while evil dance
Sticks to lance. Mill armor to pants
And I don't know, If I ever did you wrong
And I don't know, if I'm causing any harm
And I don't know, how ever long I'll be alone
No I don't know, if I'll ever make it home
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The drive to the airport
Quiet, an unbarring silence.
Sweaty hands interlocked;
Afraid to let go
Afraid I might cry if you let go;
One last goodbye;
Until I see you again,
Until we intertwine again.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
i don't have much to talk about
i thought i would just write
knowing that never really turns out right
just not thinking
i don't even know if i'm really making words
i thought i would just type
i could talk about how stupid i am around my friends
but how serious i am in my mind
but i'm just writing random words
and i really don't have the time
i could talk about how little poems
about nothing
end up on the homepage
and my serious ones are left in the dust
and then i wrote one
and it was really fun
but my friend told me it was dumb
but i don't take it seriously
even though i blocked her for two short minutes
she didn't even know
but then i thought to myself
that's not where i want to go
and thought my life lacks years
i know the world around me
i know of two
what isn't spoken
and the reality
and that's me
i look at a happy person
and see their broken heart
they don't even speak to me
they probably wouldn't know where to start
and though freestyle isn't really my thing
you don't even know how much joy it brings
except for the spell check
it can be unbarring
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC