A whiff of your nape
The sway of your hips
A swish of your skirt
Enough to get me on edge

How long must I wait
The taste of your lips
Your ******* so pert
Climb in and join me in bed

Native nations,
Tune in thy television stations,
For thy lands up for the taking!!!!!
Hath thou been mistaking your materialist flaw for gods and goddesses?

For what hath thou missed?
Oh pitiful tyrents...
This land was stained with the migrants you soo call foreign!!!!!

Gun's thou taketh up as thugs with crime obsession,
For didn't thine prophetics mention of thy grave thou shalt go??
No!!!!

No periwinkle  there to flow,
No narcotics to currupt you!!!
No directional staffs to guide you,
For you chaseth the wartorn path!!!!!

Where hell cannot be divided in math nor numbers!!!

Just gnashing of grotesque teeth,
Come on in,
Wash thy feet, the stratosphere shall rip into a billion colors!!!!

None help from thine sister and brother,
For you've turned thy own back!!!!
Just a ditch place with clasps and shackles will become thine new order!!!!!!!

Is it the paradox of being paranoid,
That makes me think you are an android?
Look of an alien, that blank expression,
The lasting impression of our love session.

This is for all of you who have complimented me own work or just liked a poem of mine or shared mine own, I just want to thank all of you for doing such, as all of you are beautiful wonderful god inspiring talents!!! As your creations I admire soo much and makes me want to write more thanks to all of you!!! Use your words for good and not hate nor evil nor bad, prophesize with thy tounges, spill your heart and soul out and let god write through you, and you can reach magnitudes the world cannot fathom!! For I'm dealing with a very hard time in me own life!!! So thank all of you beautiful poets for liking me own stuff as you all inspire me daily and make me remember the world still has some beauty left in it!! Thank you!!!!
Lonesome poet Brandon Cory nagley!
God bless!!!

Bungalow bunkie,
Doth thou awaken or sleep to thy dust you accumulate?

Captious are one's these slothful ciggarrete nights!!!

Electrolight,
Come near that I may feel warmth,
As a child in early birth I seek forane high class milk,
Footlights on stilts do the the actors take high position!!
Not seeking the inefficient,
But the tower of Babel gone lost!!!!

Injurious kirtles are kinless,
Thy best friend is now friend less,
Due to thine own kindness!!!!

Lamb-kin darling,
Canst thou lance these burns to cuts?
For what's missing in the soot?
Lamenting chalice...

A king and a queens palace I'll die to live in,
For a smile and a grin cannot be weighed!!!

Hay/fever will take the fidelity of what's polite!!!

Damoclean of wintergreen,
Do you flatter by ones self?
Or doth thou Get help from dandering blotters!!!!

Intimate plotters of murderer's and lost hopes fun!!!
Chatoyant skin doeth I wish to feel once,
Where thy stage is real_,
No stunts!!!!!

Just reality of cavern lathered seducing!!!!

There was a ping pop and fizzle, I heard my new born grizzle, like fine rain it started to lightly drizzle.
There was a fizzle pop and ping, the force upset my ring due to the sting.
It took on a life if it's own and the poem went out the window.
It crawled out my ****** like a possessed rabid zombie, the worm had turned and gave a wink as it continued to slink out of my hole.
I swallowed the air which had thickened as a result of the gas creeping out the pores of the beasts own ***.
This thing was a body in my body but nobody knew not even me!
I fell to my knees face to face with my creation not born from my mother but sort of like my brother.
Good grief! I had eaten a KFC bargain bucket the night before, I smiled and it smiled a gob full of corn on the cob teeth.

The saddest day of my life.
My mud baked excrement died at sea. Bobbing up and down with the style of a cheap ******, I wiped a tear from my eye as I said goodbye.
A part of me felt choked as white streams of bog role acted as the white sheet of a ****** scene.
No police, no forensics.
Strangulation appeared to be the cause resulting in decapitation.
Wouldn't have happened if I didn't use Manipulation to overcome the chronic constipation.
Last time I eat beans on toast.
Now I'm being haunted by a **** shaped ghost!

I don't believe in having a clean room. I don't believe in having a perfect complexion, or always having the right thing to say at the right time.
Because for me, beauty is in the chaos of everything.
Those times when people get home so drunk that they leave on their clothes and don't take off their makeup. They wake up with crinkled hair and a messy look on their face, confused. When people are in their most innocent state, so completely consumed with a feeling that everything else fades. When they aren't trying to be someone their not, not trying to keep up the facade of being the person with a clean room and a made-up bed. The people who are crying so much that there's spit and tears everywhere, but keep on crying. I fall in love with people in their most chaotic moments, because those to me are the beautiful.

Chanel No.5 fills the air.
My bleary eyes make out the outlines of a stage.
I catch sight of athletic contours of her body, gold dust covered skin shimmering under a flood of exclusivity.
Chic, Elegant with a touch of class.
All senses awakened by her salacious seductive moves.
Tassels and feathers add to sensual illusion and my eagle eyes are transfixed on her snake like movements.
Sugar **** takes centre stage!

why is it
when i see you
all i can do
is stand and stare
i want to run
to be wild and free
wont you help me be free
if not, then why
will it hurt you
if yes, then dont help
i dont want nice people to be hurt
cuz nice people shouldnt have the pain
leave it to me then
ill take the pain
but ill still run
and be free
oneday
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
but someday
oneday
thats when ill make sure all the nice people are free
to be who they want to be
but for now
we all fall
and its so enticing
that little blade we see
sorry
that i see
to stroke the beautiful
glinting metal
oh so beautiful
i wonder
how it would feel
to let my life drain
not all of it
just a little
but that would take some serious numbness
which takes more courage
LIFE OR DEATH????
but of course i wont do anything
as im told
over and over again
there is always someone with worse going on in their life
so be happy for what you do have
well hell
i already know that
so why remind me
oh yea i know why
cuz my lifes not worth ****
oh well ill get over it
just stop telling me about others lives that are worse
I ALREADY KNOW THAT
why do you think i dont
sighs
*oh well, bye for now, i guess

Many throw the word love around as if it's just another daily pill to swallow,
Though no pill can fulfill thy inner most part of thine soul,
And its that love that I partition!!!!!

Man,
You take thy queen for granite,
And hath forgotten the jewel right next to thyself??????

For I've been seeking a diamond in the rough for millenias now!!!

Oh foolish patron!!!!

Cold chills shred through,
The sick move in the most nonchalant ways!!!
Time here seems to hold itself in the most sick of bays....

How beautiful art the smiling faces when they appear,
Some move farthest away,
Some destitute while here!!!

What dont they telleth you,
When thou arriveth at  thine castlenest boutique?
That worries shall go far?
What awaits are thine pokered sheets!!!!

Disillution thine own party goers,
Thy touch hath been lost to moonshine elypticals,
And thine stone of diver toss!!!

Shruggers are raiders alike,
Craters are far from no device where vikinged critics are systecly nice!!!

Entertaining wilers subject to falsifications own warden,
All receipted,
All burdened to clear away to memories you whence forgot!!!!

Now remember,

Remember all thy difficult ways you whence knew!!!
Thy albatross masked conviction and shrew!!!!!