How is it that you continue to steal my heart?
When the sun hasn't even risen,
And the day has yet to become.

ɨ.

Laʍɛռtɛɖ, օռċɛ ɖɨɖ I, I ɦatɦ ɛxքɛʀɨɛռċɛɖ tʀaռsfiguration, tɦʀօʊɢɦ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟʍatɛ's ɢʟօա; օռċɛ աas a sʊċҡʟɨռɢ, ռօա tɨs ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛɮʟօօɖ's աɦօʟɛ.

ɨɨ.

Tɦօʊɢɦ ʍaռʏ ʍɨʟɛs, sɛքɛʀatɛtɦ օʊʀռ ɮɛɨռɢs, I ҡռօաɛtɦ օռɛ ɖaʏ, I sɦaʟt ɢʀasք ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ. Aռɖ աɦɛռ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt's aʀt ʟօռɛʟʏ ɨռɖɛɛɖ, I'ʟʟ ʟօօҡɛtɦ at ɦɛʀ քɨċtʊʀɛ's օռ ʍɨռɛ աaʟʟ's I'ʟʟ ċʟɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Tɨs, tɦɨs ɨs ʟօʋɛ, աaɨtɨռɢ ʍaռʏ ʟɨʋɛs, tօ ɮɛ աɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ sաaɨռ, ɮɛʟօʋɛɖ aռɖ աɨʄɛ; I ɖօռt ċaʀɛtɦ աɦat ɨt taҡɛs, I'ʟʟ ɢɛt tօ tɦɛɛ ʍɨռɛ Jaռɛ, ɨʄ ɨt taҡɛtɦ a ʍɨʟʟɨօռ sօʀʀօա's, օʋɛʀ aռɖ օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ.

ɨʋ.

Vɛʀɨʟʏ, O' ʋɛʀɨʟʏ, tɨs tɦɨs aʄʄɛċtɨօռ ɨs ʋɛʀɨʟʏ tʀʊɛ, I'ʟʟ ʟօʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ, ɨռ ɖɛatɦ ɮɛʏօռɖ tօ, sօ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ ɦօʊʀ's tɦat աɛʀɛ ռօt tօɢɛtɦɛʀ ɨռ tɦɛ ʄʟɛsɦ, aաaɨtɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass, tastɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ քօɛtʀʏ's ɮʀɛatɦ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ ʊռʟɨҡɛ tɦɛ ʀɛst, օʊʀռ aʍօʊʀ' sɦaʟt ռօt ɖɛքaʀt, tɦʏ ҡɨռɢ ɨs ɦɛʀɛ ʟass, ɦatɦ ռօռɛ ʄɛaʀ ʟass, ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɖaʏ sɦaʟt ċօʍɛtɦ աɦɛռ օʊʀn Lɨք's tօʊċɦ at ʟast.



©Bʀàռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©ɛaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ

I want to be loved,
more than you feel unloved,
more then I tell you daily,
I love you sweetie,
Love you more then I want you,
to just love me,
and feel my love surround you,
hold you,
and have you hold me,
but you don't
you walk the otherway free,
and leave me in a cell,
and you come and go as you please,
and when you do visit me,
it's like a cell block tango of emotions,
as if you throw me behind bars,
untouched,
unloved,
by you,
when I just want you to,
hold me.

i.

Arrayed she is
In yellow daisy
Dress.

ii.

Anon we shalt rest
In castle view
solitude.

iii.

I'm costumed
In coal-black
Wear.

iv.

We romance in
Candlelight awe
Midnight pair.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication

I was edgy
On edge
On her bed.
Losing my head,
Feeling dread
Lost instead.
She leaned in
Showed me sin
Passed a note
I smile, nod, grin.
Seventy-six,
A year to quick
She had me
I slipped.
Got high with the coolies
Rock and rolled
Forgetting me
And my wife's
Late night movie.
Met her back
At her up stairs pad.
Had her then
Still have her now.
And still I'm at her place
I got her hooked
From my jamming
With strings, and my ring
She's my honey bunches honey bee.
This is my reminiscence
For my sugary dream.

Peace is the mission. What is peace?I've never experienced such so, sadly, I do not know what you are talking about.