Castillo de la arena, atrapado por su inocencia, una reina moonbeamed, yo buscare del pasado recuerdo la vida; sólo un fantasma de la imaginación mía, harás una seeith mí en alto? una reina que me salva de la muerte, una reina de ninguno miente. reina, no te rescatarme? donde tú eres? mis ojos cansados ​​arte desde la búsqueda, por favor seducir a mi corazón ....
( Spanish version)


( English version)

Castle by the sand, stuck by her innocence, a moonbeamed queen, I seeketh from past life remembrance; just a ghost of mine imagination, shalt one seeith me on high? a queen to Saveth me in death, a queen of none lies. queen won't thou rescue me? wherever thou art? mine eyes art tired from searching, please ****** mine heart....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i

No longer do I feeleth so lonesome, as realist friend's art in view
God sitteth right next to me, in his grace, I'm pulled from the pit;
I no longer am thirsty, I haveth all I do needeth, none more bleeding, but seeing in all perspective now, I'm alive, none death.

ii

None more saying alas, mine heart is fused back together, thus before it was shattered to be glass, though this vessel is conjoined; back to wherein it was, its freely sweetened, mine depression is overcometh, from experience and love I'm greeted.

iii

I'll taketh the good, when the good doth showeth, I'll grabbeth the hand's, of truest dearest one's, I'll continue in spirit, and kindly floss the others hatred with love; dead yet living in a state unknown to Misfortunate's, given against the awe of existing.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

In lust, one just hath ***;
In truest amour', two maketh love.
The difference.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

With their horned heads
And whips for tails,
Malevolent eyes
And malicious sneers
These demons scare me,
But not as much
As the ones who wear my face.