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?

Here we are just me and you our emotions boiling like stew for each other as we gaze at one another. I approach you standing before you in ****** thought. Studying your beautiful **** figure so innocent in your taunting  poise. I give you my crooked smile with a raised brow. Wanting to show you if not everything I know how. Everything that's not allowed. Now I take you boldly and without warning close to me.

Pressing my lips to yours overlapping each others. My lips almost curl to yours as I enclose over your mouth like a puzzle piece fitting in place. I close slightly to interlock our mouths passionately head tilted to complete the exchange. My tongue exploring your mouth teasing your tongue to play. Ever so long we kiss as we wrap our arms tightly around each other. Not wanting to let go.

Inevitably my arms loosen only to grab your sides my hand slipping down beneath your pants swaying slowly as a tree limb in the faint wind. Fingers expanding apart into your ******* like the tentacles of a sea creature over your patch of ***** hair above the sweet lips of your ******. Longest finger going threw the folds feeling your **** harden. You start to moisten with every touch I give to you playing with your *****. I stop only to have my lustful kisses go to your cheek, on your neck my lips as a suction cup feeling the warm pules of the blood beating in your jugular vain.  Tasting the salty sweat on your skin ******* the blood to your skins surface I leave my mark as a vampire on your neck. My **** hardens unbarring wanting to escape the enclosure of my jeans. I push you on the bed of seduction caused by your temptress ways!  We feverishly tear off one an others clothes all while caressing and pressing ourselves to each other.

My eyes exploring your **** body every curve and shape it brings so lovely in its beauty. It's form can not be duplicated. I stare into your eyes hands at each of sides the prettiest face I've ever seen on a girl. I left your head close to me as I lay over you. My lips going for more of you. My body nudging between your legs you spread them apart slightly I balance over you as if I was readying myself for push ups. We can't stop making out I go to your ear kissing your lobe flicking and nipping the bottom of your ear with my tongue.

My body slides down a little further as I explore you. Going to the finest breast Ive seen. Shape just right I circle  my hand around and over it feeling your ******* hard between my fingers. I massage them firmly and lightly. Kneading them in my hand I start to Kiss and suckle them playing with your ******* in my mouth. Teasing them ******* on hard and softly with the hot and cool air as I breath and blow on them.

I raise up a little kissing further down your body as your legs spread more before me. I adventure to your belly kissing your belly button in a playful manner tickling you. Hearing your cute giggles laughing so soundly sweet. Now at the entrance of the ***** I french kiss your ****** in a romantically way. My lips pressed to your *****. Licking you rubbing my tongue through the folds and over the pearl that is your ****. Turning my head back and forth as I bury my face more between your thighs as you push my face up to it wanting me. You lift up spinning around to sit on my face. Sliding your self to and fro as your ***** mounted on my lips. Thighs against my ears. I Lick and lick  kiss and kiss in all manner of ways I **** on your ****. Turning over you grab my **** kissing up an down the shaft of my ****. Kissing the head of my ***** your mouth engulfs my ****. ******* on me rubbing me squeezing my ***** with your hand playing with me only as you know how. I continue to make out with your special spot while grabbing your *** cheeks and spanking you playfully. entangling around like two serpents mating. I have you down back on the bed.

My **** hard as its ever going to be in this moment of lust, passion, and ecstasy. I insert myself and enter you sliding my **** in the entrance of the begging of life. Giving you my love and tenderness. Feeling your warm wet ****** around my hot ****. You gasp and moan inhaling and exhaling with every push and release of me in you. Faster and faster I go exploring your insides every which way probing you with every inch. We are at a rhythm of love making. Kissing caressing my movements are like a crazed caterpillar crawling in its way. I tug at your hair as I'm going back and forth inside you. Pounding vigorously against you more and more.

We spin around once more to have you ride me. Back forth up and down. I buck you like a wiled horse. Lean up to you kissing you between your breast. Playing with them once more. In the moment of ****** you ****** uncontrollably scratch my back. We turn over and I lay you back down once more. Never exiting you keeping that good rhythm inside you. Alas I pull out as you can't take no more only to roll you over on your back side and protrude your tight ***. My **** swelling once more. You tighten your *** cheeks while I'm inside you again. I rigorously pound against you as I did in your ******. My hands massaging your back as I press against you. Leaning over to kiss and cress your back with my face. I pull your hair with one hand playfully. With the other I massage your neck. Now with both hands I go to your shoulders and pull your body closer to mine. I *** in your *** as I came in your *****. Our breath exasperated from the pleasures of love we muster up the very little energy we have to shower and cleanse one another. So we can lay and cuddle in our bed of love with a kiss to fall asleep.

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

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

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.

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".

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.

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

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.

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

Think Positive
Stay Inspired
Analyze Your Purpose
Formulate Reason
Function within your own Census
Resist the Negative Moment
Stay away from Negative Vibes
Enrich in your own happiness
You Are Your Best Witness
Participate With Your Own Personal Project
Embrace In All Joys Through Life
Pray for hope always in advice
Yoga Will Strengthen Your Mind
Feel at Ease
When life becomes unbarring say, Lord help me please
Breathe in then release
Stay Focused on your determination
Handle Your Presentation
Keep Commotion of the Confused World Out
Now try this exercise process
This is now a recess
Just go out and utilize confess

Stay the blinds.
The closeness of the flat and gray
Press ever forward,
Yes,
Forward and down,
the tidal wave of day
A promise delivered,
the threat of suggestion
An unbarring of the way.

Stay the blinds.
Speak to the shadows
Unhurried in their fleeting,
lingering upon the fragile lace
sighs and forget-me-nots
Caught in the corner just there,
Unmolested in the graze of a wallpaper seam,
Beneath the scattered fluff
Of yesterday’s brushed away minutes.

Stay the blinds,
If only for another moment,
Before the roaring morning
with its advancing demands
Breaks the surface of this dark, pooled reverie.