It starts within like a wild wind
Too powerful to contain with in
It's like a chemical concoction
Soon to hatch a reaction
Comes naturally,
like your better half attraction

Words spoken like a spell,
personal,...so much as in detail
It's your gift to Gods green earth,
be it so ...
It's magics birth.

Royalty they say
is something you're born into
or brought into
by the King of Hearts
what's that you say?
she's been summoned
by the Prince
to a world unknown
soon transition starts

A peasant turned Princess
who knew such a difference
from buttons to jewels
to China from dishes
and yet
humbled from her world before
resistance meets her at the door
love with her Prince
is tug of war
it seems their worlds keep them
apart

Oh to love with a wounded heart

she gives him her all and tries her best
she loves him all over
slips into the new life he's shown her
still a piece remains left to attest
her Prince is happy but not fulfilled
and she wonders if she should depart

a twinkle in the eyes
a bleeding love from the soul
made her realize to flourish
her garden must grow
the life of a Princess isn't just something you know
it takes time to become
what you've just never been shown

Oh to give life back to her heart

love takes its time
perfection perseverance
to build a shelter that can
withstand any storm
to create a house from the roots
where you'll lock up your treasures
and forever keep the blood of you warm

Oh Prince that be,
you must always be patient
for it is deeper than things that are seen
be kind to her heart
she is loyal to you
and only preparing to be Queen

I have loved you for many years,
Even before I knew your name.
Your heart has called to mine for eons,
Whispering sweet nothings in my ears.

I have searched for you for lifetimes,
And been disappointed at every turn.
For no one I've met in any life
Has ever been half as sublime.

Now I've lost myself in you,
My gypsy heart has found its home.
You're the north star I've been drawn to,
There's no one else I want to pursue.

I'm just a strange man
Who wants to hold
The finest rose in
The world;
Mine Jane.........
Mine soulmate..........

Mine girl-

I'm just a young lad,
With his head inside
A darkened bag,
Waiting for his
Queen's dear
Breath and kiss to poke holes of air
Into the layers of heaven's
Perfectness.

Because perfect, verily she is
To me, a flawless gem
Of many sea's.

Mine taste-buds bubble with
Seed's, wanting her lipstick;
Candy flavor.

This is mine love-
Written down on paper;
O' how I need her vapor----
Istic touch, her soul I feel,
A vital must.

Love her, I do
Love her
So much;

Love her so much.
Love her so much............


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou dedicated)

Through out my life I could bear torture and pain
On your verdict I tried to bear all stress and strain
By being under all adversities I never crossed lane
Going all through this torture just time and again

I could bear all this with confidence and fortitude
With my positive attitude I could climb all altitude
Through out my life I never changed my attitude
My love and her beauty helped me to just imbued

But now my dear Lord I can't bear more troubles
My all real fortitude have gone down to bubbles
Now in this state I can not even lit to light candles
I am about to dome to fight and win more battles

But still I have some moths to show me right path
So still I don't mind even if I be burnt in fiery hearth
I am a soldier I do not care for any of the aftermath
Enemies shouldn't take me weak I am on my warpath


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Inside the darkest garden
in this castle of
roots and knots
                  with ancient shadows
                      that come out to dance
                         in consistent moonlit thoughts
where my body starts
                     to swirl and sway
                     my spirit stirring free
inside the bones of
                underground caverns
where I have found
the once –buried remnants
           of me
Here.      
Antiquated magic
            is rediscovered              
next to dark-aged
weapons of layered rust
in the ghosts of the tears
of the collapsing fears
           that quaked the bridges of trust
where the unlikely
traces of self-love
never did really die
and despair in its
quiet torrents
prepares to release and fly
        
Here.          
I embrace the night
               in its fullness,
drink it up
          like temple wine
accepting all the dark within me
letting its light fill me
in vibrations,
              divine
In most scintillating strength,
my inner swords enhanced
in sharpness,
                in potent length
before my armies
                       advance

Here,              
in wild mossy corners
the blackest of berries grow
round and perfect, on
the edge
                     of bursting
revealed only to those who know
that clandestine language
of echoes of loneliness
that wander breathlessly
                           and roam
clutching their essence
                           to hold it safe
over the soil and loam
Now minerals sparkle in the
                       rich, dark earth
atoms of crystal
and stone

Here.
In this darkest
oasis of seeming nothingness
glows a
      single tree
bearing the juiciest
        of fruits
    now dripping
  just for me
and as my hunger
pours up
from the roots
propelling me in sacred trance
I find myself
gazing up in wonder
letting down
          my warrior stance

I slowly take off my armor
freeing up the fullness
of *******, of thighs, of hips
to allow that emotional
         fruit liquid
to nourish me from
core to fingertips
and to catch that ripeness
     about to spill
goddess voices calling
"Yes, woman. Now"
I, with reverence
     with honor
take on that sacred vow
tip back my head
let the quartz-snapped
air into my lungs
let that liquid
slake my ache
and,
in moaning silence
grace my
     tongue

I found a great person.
I realized that there's not much anyone knows about him.
He's not mysterious or anything.
I think it's just that not many people care to look.

I'm not saying he's nothing to look at.
But I guess when it comes down to it,
He's just easy to read.
Easy to hear his thoughts.

I wonder if he knows that the people he cares about don't really care about him the same way?
It's not reciprocate love.
Platonic sometimes, others not.

Something tells me that he doesn't care how they feel.
He would love them anyways.
That's not the point of love.
You don't love to be loved back.

You love because . . .
Well. . .
because you love.
That's what love is.

A storm or a hurricane.
The sun will always be there, it will shine.
First light of dawn.
When the first glimpse of sunrise peeked through the window's glass, the day would soon start.
A bright lovely morning. The sun you should always thank.
That mixture of sun and wind.
Feel it as the sun kiss your cheeks and the wind brushes your hair.
Can you feel the warmth with coolness?

I saw a red sunset once or twice.
Unlike anything I've seen before.
It was beautiful.




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