Amnesia like leaky faucets swollen drain ventilates vapid powdered portrait
At least smiled.
Blood slightly warmed manicure and smiled in forgotten garden
Such lovely font.  All wanted
Mini clouds surrounding shrines backlit green in ritual.
Smiles speak but of the wet smell of pollen and the sweat collecting in his hand behind the small of her uncrushed spine.

Curing chlamydia the straight—A fairytale.  Conned alive, clumsily and bitter.
Nurtured cotton uprooted attempt.  Scrubbed stains to shreds

Not even the green light merely aftermath so of course when shaking egg shells sheltering in “cold hands warm heart” chests receive the song I sing but never knew

should I lay claim to the towers around me?
to programmed ghosts in the machine?
should I reap the gifts and ease of another man’s dreams?

is it not a paradox
to eat what flesh still has not
surrendered just to me?

I can pluck a cherry from a bush
for my life until I find
a small stone I can wield
as a weapon; as a knife
if the rock does not decay
and my aim be born with truth
and arm as strong as it should be
uncrushed by blanket blue
then I should eat what comes to me
what I can take by force
what in my lone punctuality
I can chase without a horse

if I can build a stone axe
then I can start a war
If I can gut a fish
I’m as rich as caviar
but here and now all diamonds
are brought up from the earth
and my coal-free pores are too un-mined
to understand such worth

can I lay claim to the towers around me?
If I can build them all
and if I am no god
then I’ll have no Taj Mahal

A soul uncrushed that once was
The moon rolled down our backs
I was so far from home and yet it felt comforting
To know you were the one to have what I lacked

A study of "Blue in Green"
A cigarette I hid from you when I left
The smoke trails flow with the piano
And settled when you took effect

I saw the blue in your green eyes when you said you must go
College only seemed to hold all my woes
I swore it off with the rising rage of a crescendo
But then again "Blue in Green" reminded me of home

i.

The gloaming is soothing in her presence.
Forthwith, raptured by her glimpse;
I mayest be penurious by worldly
Standard, though with Yahweh
Next to me, and mine queen
Sent to me, I'm opulent
With none enemies
As tis mine soul is
Free.

ii.

None ill-will in me breed's, I've
Walked the path of native tree's;
Wherein the places I canst ramble,
Art not from men's thought's; thus where Lucifer
Gamble's, and soul's art cleaved.

iii.

Mine feet and toes, taketh me where I need
to go, as tis the holy ghost; that dwelleth in me.
The Trinity- "father, son, and holy spirit", whereinto
Jehovah's brilliance reflect's sky ceiling's. As mine Jane is
There in dark or bright-in wrong and right, when thunder strikes,
Or in the fog unknown, when mine heart's alone, and skin need's touch, mine Jane giveth me love, a love uncrushed. A love so much; God as her lead, she dances for me, with her angelic wing's
Inside mine sleep. Her pictures I keep alongside mine wall's, to remembereth the intercession, and the bestowal from God.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication

The marvel of you
Curled and sleek
Embraced me
In unfurled delight...
Gently sprung roses
Is the measure of you
Hovering uncrushed
Atop fresh morning dew,
Behold my lover's gift
A treasure to see
As my soul hummed fresh
delicious and free.

When the first ray of dust,
Made love to the last drop of rain,
A rainbow breathed,
In the shades of grey.

A million hours of togetherness,
Thirty seconds of love.
A lifetime of burning memories,
And only a breath to make us part.

I tread that path now and then,
Making my way through leaves uncrushed.
Bleeding as I walk over,
Some diamonds scattered in the dust.

Memories’ the only undying flame,
Amidst trickling tears,
And a cold beating heart,
A friend I have lost today.

Now as I stare at the black expanse,
Into the ocean of nothingness,
As  I sink and melt onto hopes  unknown,
I feel the wind curling down.
After heaving a few more sighs,
I realize,
Those   foot prints that we left behind,
Are gone, lost in the sands of time.

Descending

into the storage box was like seeing

a Titanic

on the bottom of the sea

I

drop

layer

by

layer

through yellowed envelopes

overflowing

photos and negatives

which darken with age

and depth


Pressure rises

pipes begin to rattle and spray

threatening

the newspaper clippings

report cards, death announcements

the fragments of genetic strands

now spread about my feet

as though they'd fallen

from a great height


On the bottom sits the old house

amazingly uncrushed, porch still unswept

of maple leaves

and Mary, witness to another world

in button shoes

astride the steps like a masthead

smiling as she

maps    

my

bones

Remember when we first met? I could hardly hold together my head.
But then you brought me back, you cared about me losing grip.
Just when all the things around me turned and made me sick,
You hopped into my life and made me realize life's a *****.
Though I struggled to move on from all the pain I hid,
You stood right behind and guided me toward strength and grit.
I can't believe the amount of love and understand you'd give.
You let me in, you let me see the kind of life you'd lived.
A sorrow tale of you alone as just a little kid.
No mom, no dad, no one to truly care if you'd been fed
You raised yourself and learned no one could ever mess with TwigZ.
An uncle taught you to take care of family and business.
Nortenos locos por Vida was the click you rolled in with.
You learned to use a gun and **** any man who started ****.
By this time things were changing and they renamed you ZtickZ.
A name of pride and honor not anyone could just dismiss.
But see our lives collided quite so detrimentally
Because the way that I was raised was so much different see?
I have a family that would do most anything for me
The only problem was how broken we became quickly.
My mom she drank she never saw the flaws she made for us
She merely wanted everything from dad including us
At a young age I learned about the pain with love and trust
I had to grow up thinking life would never be uncrushed.
A sadness held onto until you came and made me trust
Your words of kindness really broke away my hate for love.
In a time of struggle you were there for me not needing much
But I soon realized that you also needed Love.

Looking back at these times brings me to a solid pause.
Because I know how lucky we both are to have found this love

uncrushed snow
my heart
I'll wait for you

Amidst the rancor of the bar the conversation lulled. After the last "remember when?" I watched the puddle of beer foam at the bottom of my glass.
"Ohhhh..." I mutter with a fleating half-grin. As if to say "Good times" but somehow unable to do so.
He sat across from me staring not at the empty Budweisers in front of him, bit past them. He stared into shadows around the edges, the floorboards below the table, and the earth beneath that. To him if he just looked hard enough, he could almost make out the other side of the world.
He clenched the can and it made a subtle pop yet remained uncrushed.
Staring on, just louder than a whisper, with a fleating half-grin, he said "I hate my life."

My Vale...

I love my beautiful Vale..Kashmir
That goes by the name of Rishiware
Though razed by own and aliens for unknown sake,
It has out lived them both in its wake,
Its beauty still raw and pure,
How can they answer on the judgment day dear,
Though they don’t know it yet,
The end we will see, oh yes we shall see though not yet,
My Valley will survive these brazen brutes,
Its beauty unbound will remain uncrushed,
And that day we will watch,
Tall minarets crumbling like mist in the dark,
And the man with vision will be singing,
The long forgotten liberty song

(by: Khan, BA)