I was more snail than human
and communicating with snails
was so much easier

I never go backwards.
I mean really,
how many times can two people say goodbye?

passion or prolific
madness or genius
natural or forced
chosen or choice
want or need
silent or speak
work or pleasure

What is it you came here for?
Do you have a plan?
Where did you put your brain?
Has your memory gone for a walk?

you come to me a silence
soft caressing
speaking on the wind
love you say
over
and over
again
love
you say

I was orange but i turned blue
i got blend to your skin so much that
i lost myself when i found you.

been a witness to love
so I know it exists

just got to find it
in my own heart

each beat is a love song
waiting to be heard

so I put on my headphones
and re-discover love

maybe dinosaurs had TV
mobile phones
and skateboards
knitted hats and gloves
for when the rains came
and it turned to ice

As I've learned
God replaces the things that aren't good for ourn lives
And replàces those thing's
With the good....
To his purpose, all things work good for him
As for all of us as well....
As tis human's want thing's on their time
On their schedule
On their wishes
And wantonness;
As tis even In the bad
God removeth thing's not healthy for us
And replaces the thing's unhealthy
With medicine that healeth us.....
As God's medicine
Never faileth me...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Am I loosing myself?
Or did I years ago?
Is that why I feel so empty inside?

i

I'm stuck inside her panaginip lip's, she's ****** me all in
She cast a spell, of amour' swell, chain's of cabochon to her hips;
Oh mine giliw, thine finger's art sweated, locking mine own
We'll treck thine mountain's, and rule the slopes, then back home

ii

We shalt Kench the white puffies, floating above ourn observation, making elephant's and giraffe's with touched finger,
Two strange unknown attainer's, strapped with starry wit
We shalt never forget another, always to be closer as lovers, bliss

iii

As Beowulf, I shalt slayeth the dragon's, and pain-seekers of hate
For plentiness shalt be by bucket's, as gold dust falls as ourn date;
An Iniibig kita from thou, a Lagi kitang iniisip from mineself
An Gusto kitang tawagan from thou when I'm gone, Pahalik!!!!





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Pilipino rosas/ あある じぇえん

As Ozzy once put it in his Black Sabbath song 'Children of the Grave'-
"you must be brave...
or you children of today (the world)
are the children of the grave..."
  
consider me burnt
the embers of the sky
an ashtray in your heart
the curls of smoke behind your lips
the darkness in your eyes
the lightning in the clouds
the skeletons lost to time
a lonely corpse
left to rot

like the children of the light