Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything
Stirring and blurring, the truth and the lies
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
That I don't know what's real and what's not
That I can't trust myself anymore

Dancing around the stories we tell
I tell myself you're better off without me
My life isn't easy, and it hurts remembering
How it felt to shut down
How it felt to be utterly alone

Love is a ruthless game
I thought I had him all figured out
His misery was looking for some company and I was there
He showed me games I didn't want to play
I was a toy he left aside and threw away

I've never thought I'd get this far
When there's no one to help me now
Lost in all my troubled thoughts
Get along with the monsters under my bed
But my heart is full, I believe that there's hope buried underneath it all

So I went to find you, always find my way back to you
Just my luck...
Found something real that's out of touch
It might be selfish, but I don't dare let go
I just want to be by your side
If only these broken wings could fly

The rhythm and the road
The rain and the cold
There's no place like home
My hearts with yours
Beating in sync
And no matter where I go I'm
  always at home

"My son didn't deserve it. Nobody's child deserves to be treated like that - nobody's.” – Lesley McSpadden

How can we continue to
allow innocent lives
to be lost to gunshots,
the “lawful” judicial system,
and the officers that
“fear for their lives”?

When will we rescue the
312 Americans
(who happen to be *black)
who will die this year
at the hands of those
hired to protect them?

Can we save the 2.8 million in cages
or the shadows that lie along
the pavements and
cling against hope?

Or can we prevent more teens
from falling flat onto
Earth’s face while silhouettes
rise from it?

How can a cop fear an unarmed
American? Was it because he
was black?

*“He was just a normal
18-year-old, finding his way."

I search through the haze
I smell your scent
But not even a ghost
Of whom you used to be

I mangled my tooth,
     Munching on the moon,
     Whilst the war raged forth.

I smirked something, “sinister,”
     Later Tuesday; lights on,
     And Ginny’d lay waiting.

I’d shower guilt,
     And a 2:00 AM excuse, now
     Wednesday, so clogged the drain.

I’d know defeat,
     Come morning, hair, every strand swept,
     Nigh and not a piece left for me.

A white dove turned black yesterday
and I wonder if peace can be a piece of me. If my  body gets broken down into segments and thrown in a body I'm pretty sure I'll come out the soil of my mothers land.
Less recarnation but more invention.
Ideas thought about for a long time only to be released by another mind.
See thats the problem we hold on the tightest to things that carry less weight. See Gravity  can be a real *****,
but I love the way it holds my mind in place.

Your love spreads over me
Sun rays travel yellow like butter
Our thoughts wisp the airways
Hearts triple padlock knot together

Common traits fit a foot saddle
Silver slippers speak the truth
By first sunset we knew enough to know we can have it all
Rain patter drizzle ascends my roof

A spectrum stain on the sky
Soaked up and set in view
Must mean a monkey's birthday
Must mean I love love love you

I repent the way
You make me feel
Not a word you say,
My heart skips a beat.

You're this ghost
Invisible, yet, imaginable
You hold my hand,
You hug me tight
It's only a dream
It'll all be right.

Like swift winds
You swivel and fly
Up in the clouds
Of my dreamy mind.

You come and go
And provoke me to think
A thousand unimaginable situations
A thousand unimaginable things.

I wish this was a lucid dream
I wish I could control your emotions
But you don't feel what I see
You don't see what I feel.

I am joker faking a smile
An ear looking into your eyes
Laughing at your silly jokes
Loving it when you make fun of me.

I am the one standing here
Under the rain I drench and adhere
You in my thoughts
You in my mind
Yes, I am that shadow
In the curtains behind.

Yes, I am that girl
Your eyes never find.

pag-ibig
We shalt walketh down the aisle;
Frosted white rosette's
Ourn hair, to floweth wild.



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