Man, so tired of it,
Like a long day's journey nowhere,
I'm waiting on the moment,
But the moment just don't care.

I'll stay and do my part,
Because misery loves the company,
But give me something,
This love is almost done with me.

     Give me a reason,
     I'm standing in a corner,
     Give me what ain't there,
     Still here for her.

     Give me a reason,
     Baby we watching time pass by,
     Love me baby love me,
     I ask the hourglass why....

I'm smoking my last cigarette,
Almost done with the pack,
I'll be going to the store now,
Don't think I'll be coming back.

But if you share with me
Share with me a smoke,
Baby I'll hold back with you
And maybe share that one joke.

    Give me something,
    I ain't asking for much,
    But frigid don't do nothin,
    And nothin I can't touch.

     Give me a reason,
     Say anything just one time,
     Say anything,
     I'm running out of rhyme....

Reasons why,
We can't be done
Reasons why,
Baby you're my only one.....

We can talk all we want. But til we do something about us being **** ******* by big brother. We're gonna keep getting **** plugged without the vasoline

i.                                                               ­                                                  iii.

                                                           ­                      Daliythers expand,
Afore man's image,                                              bridging Nova's.
                                                         ­                        Twin flame heat;
                                                           ­                      Extra-amourials,
                                                ­                                 lantern's to be the
There were writing's.                                          Star's.
On the wall's; carved
Afar, betwixt the jar's,
Wherein tear's art
Stored from children's
Long.

ii.                                            ­                 iv.

Exuberance aroused.                          Me and mine Jane
Dark matter to ourn halo                   O' mine twin flame;
                                                          ­       Me and mine Jane
                                                            ­     From the heaven's whence
                                                          ­       We came.
Head's; bairns of the super-
Natural, never born, never
Dead.        




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

School day mittens with checkerboard frilly scarf , candy apple cheeks and glowing brown eyes , gathering with schoolmates for the morning bus ride ..
Snow boots leave glistening , wet impressions on late Winter frost , arms full with lunchbox and violin , waving cheerful goodbyes to proud Mother once again .. Cold gravel cracks beneath the yellow carriage , red brake lights at each farmhouse , further away with each stop , over the hill and gone ....

I read in a poem,
Sky black,
             Scorched Earth.
But the night is a jigsaw:
I sit on my porch and constellate
The fires, the fathers of worlds
While I think of the words
To perceive what I will never touch.

My spirit ascending
To touch a thousand
Light years of light,
They have never heard a word,
So I write the fire,
Like a son to father,
The poem becomes a legacy
Of flames thirsting for words,
I drink in the light
And give to them words,
They will never know why,
The poem will reach them
As an ember of misunderstanding.

The immortal word
Is a light reflected .
I will write to the stars,
And when the poem reaches,
I will have gone from this place,
I write because I am a man,
Mortal and dying,
My words will remain.

The stars constellate men.