Imaginative Boreas with water brush , highlights each and every color known to us .. Brilliant cool breeze , bringing canvas to life , singing in the wind , releasing the leaves .. Dusk , child of Seleane , antithesis to sunbeam , shadowing view .. Changing of mood , light upon field , juxtaposed with black forest , nerve-racking , ominous .. Ra awakened by Erebus , God of night  , to summon the Earth of impending first light !!

The first taste of Fall , with a slight nip in the air , reminds me of a five year old in his Astronaut gear ! Football helmet , pliers and hammer from Dads tool case ! Yellow raincoat and cowboy boots , outside the Eagle on Tranquility Base , Neil Armstrong  exploring the creek beside the Mothership ...Home ..Crawdad matches , tadpoles , mud puppies , mantids , a few June Bugs with kite string tied to one leg ..Aggies , Immies , shooters and swirls , GI Joes , jack stones and wood gliders ....

Taken aback , by the beauty of a' holler' in Quicksand one morning , songbirds echoing across the valley.. Traversed cool waters of the North Fork Kentucky River , window shopped on the streets of Jackson ..Wondering what it would be like to witness such beautiful scenery , day after day , vistas that most certainly play upon a mans mindset , unparalleled views , chatty blue collar shopkeepers and farmers , she's unequivocally fodder for endless stories and legends ..Foggy , gray , early mornings turn into daytime masterpieces , Xanadu for artist , poet and musician ! At dusk as the air begins to cool , smoke permeates from farmhouse and hamlet , aroma of firewood trapped in the valley as the whippoorwill sings her evening lullaby ...Kentucky is at rest tonight ......

Love was a snake when you brought it down from the mountain ..... Yet still your confused as to why you've been bitten ?

King Thomas , a Rhode Island Red , broke the silence sharply at 4: 30 a.m. .. Calling his knights to order , both Chinese geese marched , tails wagging , to the side porch to inform the house of the new day , with a noise that could wake the dead !... Little Bear , Chief and Preacher , would instantly beg for their morning constitution while Templeton and Cody , our two tabbies , would sit nervously wondering what was happening ! Little Bear , master of mischief , would circle the hens in their morning exercise ritual , with a smile from ear to ear..! The sound of laying hens in utter distress would invite the rabbit dogs across the street to bay continuously which incited his four other dogs ,  German shepherds , to run their enclosure thereby waking every other dog in the northeast quadrant of Henry County it seemed ! Atlanta was a quiet country town compared to Kelleytown , Ga. in the wee hours of the morn !

A beautiful tune plays on the radio and there you are ,
You're with me at the lake , city park , grocery store ,
Guided my hand when I planted our Spring garden , the song of Cardinal , Bluebird and Robin .. The blanket I hold tight in middle of night ,  glow in my heart , Dogwood , morning light .....Enchanting , mysterious Harvest Moon , every Butterfly that meanders in June .....My hopes , the whirl of a ballerina , the choreography of the river dancer ....With every twinkle of light in the nighttime skies , point , marvel at your sweet brown eyes ......

In moments of contemplation our heads bow silently.
We are deep in thought, profound in nature.
Huddled together.
Internally begging.
Pleas to the powers that be, to set us free.
Collective consciousness please feed our positive power.
Pleas for consensus of opinions.
That they can only find a match stick without a coated head, so it may ignite no further.
Surely our fine deities would not approve, of all the evil deeds here done.

Just be another battle, that no-one ever won.
Release us of our burden.
By ways of tongues that utter logic.
Of brewing war that's eating at the core of too many sour apples,
So be it.
A message from Earth and her inhabitants to those in control of everybody's destiny.
(c)Livvi

i.

Into her boudoir I went,
A queen, staring into her mirror;
Heavensent.

ii.

Her chamber Perfumed
With frankincense and myrrh;
All of her I yearned.

iii.

Wearing around her neck
Lapis lazuli metamorphic;
An angel, purely historic.

iv.

Garbing her seductive body
Yellow maria clara terno;
Her cat eyeliner, lit me as an inferno.

v.

Taper's were held in place
By *****'s in the wall's;
Fire sparked ourn taste's, for eachother we longed.

vi.

Now in eachother's arm's
Never to let go, or goeth away;
Ourn love's eternal, tis preordained.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Hot latte, with some chocolate dust sprinkles on top. Man I will be frank, Americans got it to easy, to easy. That's the american way. To many American's now have it to easy, ******* off of government funds away from the one's who really need them. We got a ghetto every 5 or 10 miles. A suburb every few miles, a mansion 1 to every five burbs. We got It easy with groceries, a store we get food from! Dont need to grow food anymore really, everything is manmade poisoned and antibiotic shots in your chicken and beef. We have dudes who wanna buy women, or men that wanna buy men. Even men who wanna buy trannies ( transexuals) or dudes who buy woman who are really men. but what countrys not that way. We got all different creeds breeds all here. Doctor's you can pay 200 bucks for the illegal way to get scripts, prescriptions for the not knower's. We have mad alcoholics here like no tomorrow. And serious ****** and dope addicts, We have jocks, idiots, goths, strippers, musicians, the best actors in the world. Along with the best movies. We have the old western U.S. we have the east coast where oceans you can get from the south to the east to the west. We have hillbillies, rednecks, gangsters, wannabees, liars, thieves, killers, rapists, city boys, country girls, Mercedes Benz, old pickup ford, motorcycle gangs -baddest ever.. We have everything here to get you in jail, hell and heaven. We can make you sin. Or make you want to repent. Come to us. Come to the united states of america. Forgot a big thing! The soilders. We got the best marines army navy all soilders in the world here.we have the most weapons of any country in this weird place. We have soilders who lose their lives for things they think their fighting for when really its rich overshadow government money their fighting for. We got huge graves, big tombstombs. Mostly marked with men who died unrespected from world war 1 , 2 and possibly three sometime in our sunny future. Welcome to America. Heaven and hell in one slice.

Lakewood Fairgrounds in '68 , Southeastern Fair has come again , in awe at every turn , magical , mystery , in view of Atlanta......
Caramel apples , cotton candy , corn dogs and dill pickles ........
Natural wonders and clowns on stilts , barbecue sandwiches and licorice whips .......
******* jacks and carnival music , a haunted house and fireworks at night , Ferris wheel ,  merry go round ,ring rubber ducks for a prize..  
Milk cows and barkers , horses pulling wagons , popcorn and milk duds , Cocoa Cola and peanut brittle !! .........................

Early morning in Putnam county , blue  , pink and yellow sky at daybreak  on a frosty November morning , freezing temperature exposing our breath as we alert the beagles of our presence.......The beagles know !!!!
Shot gun loaded , dogs released into thick Georgia pines and water oaks , depth perception and distance obscured . Within minutes the baying of the hounds begin , long and drawn , further each second filled by high pitched whimpers signaling the start..Song of rural Georgia , my Uncle and I on guard , the pack alerts the hunter of the cottontails arrival ....
We double time in the direction of the baying , the quarry is returning from start ,frozen ground crunching beneath our boots ....The dogs have returned , a single shot is fired and the contest has ended for now but repeated several more times that day....We return red faced from the cold ,  the smell of gunpowder and tobacco . The beagles at rest , we prepare our harvest for a feast at a later date ....Back indoors , coffee and a good day of hunting !

To  Gulf Shore , my temptress , a dying poetic salvo and wish
To be cast into warm waters , whence I first appeared , declaring ,
We've the shore of Pensacola for all eternity .........

You may find this funny but I once had a dream about pay toilets. I walked up, handed my root clod to God, the door came open and then closed behind me. I sat down and began to read the graffiti; "Em all" said one and "Maelstrom chronicles" another, "Introspect the bottomless key" and "Will this all come up again tomorrow?" This last was written on the handle which when depressed revealed another little sign which said "NO!"

"Thank you God" I said as I left the stall. "Your welcome Buckwheat" he replied. The words echoed.

As I was waking from this dream I found myself wondering whether it was a reminiscent image of the midnight diaper change or the real thing. Maybe I'll be more like the trees tomorrow and live on sunlight I pondered. Just then I heard my mother's kind voice. "Time to wake up" she said. "I'm already awake" I said as I got out of bed.