the river flows into
the night,
stars parade,
ghosts of the air
chant strange songs,
the flowers once
spellbound
close with the breath
of the moon,
floating
i am a ghost too.

Don need some boye
Trying to feel me up,
I want him to feel me inside
And burst ma lust.

It's quiet,
I stare out the window,
you walk up,
clear skies turn to storms.

You're dangerous,
your touch turns me to stone,
you're as cold as ice,
never feeling remorse.

Now you walked away,
the skies are still dark,
and the air around me is silent,
and my heart broken.

Ma heart it bleed
I ware dis heart
On dis Italian sleeve.
I'm sick of *******
And men who are sleeze.
I take this me
And recreate.
What is past
I keep it past
What is now
Stay now.
But I will get
To da betta man
Soon somehow.
I'm ****
Kool
A babye gurl
Looking for da right one
To rule ma world.
Where are yuo babye boye?
Jake lefte
At least I thinke.
So now what do I do.
What do I say
Ma heart is cutting me down
I feel ma self buried in grave.

i.

Mine being
Mine breath;
Mine brio
Mine best.

ii.

Mine esprit
Mine verve;
Mine sentience
Mine healing herb.

iii.

Mine impulse
Mine vivacity;
Mine vitality
Mine Filipino pure goddess recipe.

iv.

Mine tower
Of hope;
Mine Cosmos
Telescope.

v.

Mine earl
Mine Jane;
Mine Mrs nagley
With thee I am one, with thee we art twain.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/mine life dedication

~
The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen