"unslaved" poems
He makes a wide ring around my feet, as
if him tied to me
or me tied to it - moving me over
the polished grass, taking my mind away
from its machinery;
his urgency is mine for a time, mellow
violent arcs within arcs, splintering
between fork tail and mate, deciding which mood
their pattern will make, finally the image of dance
ends, where the world is carried further
by the replicants of their colour
on the hand of skin,
between thumb, and fore finger
tapping a key board with one speaker
in the best room the dusk can buy,
the sonata shuts off,
eyes made of oil passing over the brim,
shivering with innate worlds smashing on a plate
unslaved gambles and flushing light,
suns night colouring thought in endless epigram,
letting the conduits and candles melt down,
into the folding pool, to journey out
wolves storming bones with silk, and
silence, passion without conscience,
a planet seducing the hive, so acutely mad
that, until it stops to roll the bread in its hands
letting its animals eat
and love first
it cannot grow
a swallow followed me back, the village gathers
into concrete ***** of feral child scream,
and the weeds burst through the concrete, not knowing
that heavens humour mocks everything below,
the local news, the national news, and any news,
make your atoms ache if they join hands for too long
but later
we form one walk,
where our feet whip the path
and signal to the storm with the gestures of our own
that we make in confidence;
turning the lights on,
where they are not,
buying the last tickets
to the last opera, and letting it sing
purging the stage,
and letting us dance up;
feeding the sky
as our joy tells the rest,
it can just wait,
for today.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
i.
In her silhouettes lee, I'm unscathed, unslaved,
Sheltered, free; tis she's mine sea, who guideth
me. Lief i'll cradle her, protectively, lief i'll be
the breath she breathes, lief O' lief; serenity.
ii.
In her presence I shalt bathe in her scintillating
albedineity, plenty O' plenty, shalt be in ourn
Cup; risen enduring creation's, just ourn love
Is enough, verily, verily, accumulating puff's.
iii.
Puff's of the holiness, surrounding ourn locus,
famigerating through the valley's; wherein we
Giveth epistle's for men's focus, that charity,
Forgiveness, and untainted Agápe, mayest be
a missive; for all humankind to copy.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome Poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Unconditionally
Without condition
The more I think
This is the easiest
To live, all forgiven
Mistakes are like rain
Evaporating in the sun
What chance does a drop have
Against the warmth, sweet blaze?
It's a nothing, just a drop
To give oneself,
Unconditionally
Is the greatest freedom
A positive motion
Steps, one by one
Unslaved, there is nothing to hide
No embarrassment so great
A bit of soul to hide, no shame
It's the hardest thing to begin
But love forgives, breathes
It's new life, birth of hope
Prayers, delivered, a peace
Distractions fall to the side
Nothing more than what they were
Easily wiped away, nothing; no blame
Some small parts bring pain
Harder to deny, but to swim
Overwhelmed by love
Great, pulsing heart's force
It's spectacular, leaving awe
Touch your hair, massage and laugh
Kisses in the morning, holding that
A quick moment everyday, all day
And to return to you
I'll want nothing more
Live my life on my terms
Society is a hellish thing
I eat, sleep and with every breadth
Your scent is my motivating blanket
With three simple words, I am.
Your heartbeat is my earth
Eyes become the skies, I soar
Your unprovoked touch
Electricity, brings life
In life, you are my dream
There are no conditions
You can be whoever you want
Explore yourself, your soul
I would hold your hand
Raise you when you are down
Bring smiles to your lips,
Grease broad laughs and
Tease honey from your kiss
In every moment
Who you want to be
Let me be there
I want to give you this
A special gift
Rare and pure
All my vows
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
'Twas the way she said,
...be sure to call me, don't forget...
then turned off her phone,
3 days net
I cast her a line
will she bite or let free?
readily lost from mind
the bait was me!
Oh mused from her loving
her plaything, her joy.
I spat out love poemz
Less haste did annoy
Lifted kindred spirit,
no more wobe-gone for me
was but a lie from a Strom
too blinded to sea
"You and I are going to have
a great love affair."
Should have been warning
Foundeld on note in sunlight morning
I asked the project wood
It for-told me, "Why Bother?"
Alone in my room, to ration or despair
Ignore nature's warning,
'tis up to me, I declare.
Sealed my fate...
I'm strong, been here before,
I'm ready for this...this...this time winning!
FOOL
Her's unslaved, mine unscathed
night,
was just the begining!
Oh the joys,
Such sweetness up to the edge,
but not quite *****
As promised her lore
THE everything abash
Irie romming back,
gonna get IT,
this time?
Maybe mohr
The musing doest stop,
genuine dost frey,
Lovings subside
Betrayl dost pay
"It will melt your mind"
Were the last words I herd
all in due time
her torture, my absurd
Communicate?
Communicate she says?
Why were not those words
so heards
Whence whining and pining decays?
Hypocrispy so blatant
it must be ignored,
and the melt of the mind
gets restored
For it was up to me
All along on this journey
The most painful part
Is I always did see
This dance with the devil
The game of fairie,
My loves lorn lost
To the leanhaun shee
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC