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brandon nagley Aug 2015
The
Devil weareth
A suit
And a tie
He's
A wallstreet guy........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
panaginip- means a dream in Filipino
cabochon is a polished gem but not held down.
giliw- is darling and other words like it in Filipino
Iniibig kita means I love you In filipino
Lagi kitang iniisip means I always think of you in Filipino.....
Gusto kitang tawagan means I want to call you in Filipino...
Pahalik means let me have a kiss..
Aug 2015 · 1.6k
Tadhana alive........
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I shalt weareth a barong Tagalog, mine tribesgirl in terno dress
A diadem upon her head, hemmed from living amongst the dead;
Her inferno blaze, is satin oriental sheathe, rubies on her Lilly feet, she entranceth me, in serpahim seed, a muse to mine meet.

She's Dalisay, in night and day, her Kinaadman not of earth
A child from tropical tree's, I kneweth her, cherub baby by birth;
The Tadhana of ourn creator, stitches ourn etching realm's
I shalt be her on her side, In death and hell, I'll taketh the ride,

Falling deeper
                         Into her eye's......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん
Barong Tagalog is an upper garment and known as the formal men's wear of the Philippines. The Barong Tagalog has a long tradition of more than four centuries. It's used in many different countries like middle East and India with no collar on them.. Soo beautiful looking ......as I have one or two...
The terno (from Spanish for "matching") is a type of Philippine traditional dress for women that is worn on formal occasions. It is a one-piece long dress with butterfly sleeves.
Dalisay- means pure or undiluted.
Kinaadman- means knowledge or widom in Filipino tongue
Tadhana - means the invisible force that makes things happen beyond the control of mortals..
Aug 2015 · 281
Seed's of poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tis we must remember
In this world of H.P;
Tis not about the follower's we get
But ourn word's we spread as seed's...


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©Brandon nagley
Aug 2015 · 568
Cyanic ocean lover
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Afore there was an astrobleme, deep within me
Though now an astral queen, serenadeth gleamed;
Canorous and splendorous, her cantillate I repeat
I mimic her dancing step's, jumping on mine feet.

ii

She's sad when the past awakens, crying dreading tear's
Though tis what she don't knoweth, her king is all right here;
And through the year's, the catoptromancy shalt tell it's fortune
Chiliad timespan, her body to be mine land, water flow sourcing.

iii

I wilt constellate all her worries, and collect them on mine head
Her Burden's I shalt maketh as mine, and taketh all her's instead;
And the cyanic water's shalt we swim through, sail to the glass
The brokenness shalt leaveth her, as no time exist's, nor our past.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Δύο αλλοδαπού
που συνήλθαν σε ξένη γη;
η ανταλλαγή ξένης γλώσσας
την ανάμειξη εξωγήινη αγάπη

( greek tongue)



( English version)

Two foreigner's
meeting in foreign land's ;
exchanging foreign language
mixing extraterrestrial love.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 2015 · 545
Aspergillum
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the *****'s of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.

I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.

An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.

The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.

Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
,the title means - an implement used for sprinkling holy water in religious ceremonies
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I tatawid sa kanya fane
bilang ako pamasahe sa kanyang utak;
Ang aking Paraluman.

( Filipino tongue)

(English tongue)

I shalt go to her fane
As I fare into her brain;
Mine muse.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 2015 · 2.5k
Balintataw, harana
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her diamonds
She weareth as eye's;
Reflecteth, in the moonlight's sky.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Harana means the act of wooing, or serenading a him or her.
Balintataw is the pupil of the eye , both Filipino tongue.....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Aghast I was in, then an alien nonnative of this planet aroseth,
Her precious stones pierced me, nonjudgementally, I cried;
I bawled, as tis not in a bad way, but because her beautiful glimpse, her standing there, she saved me from the darkly stench.

ii

The kilig she giveth me is overwhelming, Kalinaw is delivering
I shalt Indak with her on the Hill's of her land, an Oriental band;
A queen, and one man, that man me, aforetime's I was lonesome
Tis now I am happy, she maketh mine wing's, flappeth so highly.

iii

She cometh at perfect timing, she assuage's mine hand's hole's,
She taketh the rivet's out from mine feet, she inspires me with her coming goals, mine sensation for her as a backarapper
Cracking to the fireworks glitz, her head on mine shoulder, lip's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Kilig means( butterfly's in ones stomach) Filipino tongue
Kalinaw means serenity or tranquility I'm Filipino tongue
Indak- means to dance in time with the music-filipino tongue
Backarapper in old tongue means like a firework display or show
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A poet isn't one to followeth the rules of poetry,
A poet's writing
Cometh from the soul;
And the soul hath none rule's....
Thus the word's from one
Art words of freedom...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 693
Closed fist's
brandon nagley Aug 2015
As I've seen
In this world, which I'm just passing through;
Men with closed fist's, hitting other men with closed fist's.........
As tis they start war's,
That never end........

Not realizing in their moment of closed fist's.....................



That love is the answer..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 421
Hidden, not lost
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The greatest mysterie's art not lost to mankind;
Their hidden, by rich, greedy, money hungry control seeker's.




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©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 657
The 9th hour......
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The greatest act of love
Known to mankind;

He was madeth a mockery,
Put thorns on his head
His Beard's hair ripped from his flesh;

He was scourged
Spit upon
Laughed at;

Made to carry his own cross
Nails driven through hand's
Spike's driven through feet.

As hanging on that cross,
Cried out,
                 Father, forgiveth them; for they NOT knoweth what they do...................

As tis he couldst hath run
From the guard's whom hath cometh for his arrest
To be put to death;

Yet,
He understood, he must die!!!!
For the sin's of thy world.........

As god's son, in human flesh, suffering up on that cross
Suffering in agony, and fear;
Cryeth out ( forgiveth them father), because the soldier's hadst no idea whom he was, neither didst the Pharisee's.......

Yet they learned whom he was
When his soul left the ninth hour;
Ànd the temple's curtain ripped in twain
The earth shooketh,
And the blood moon behind Christ's cross;
With the sky blackened....

As on that day;
The greatest act to mankind
Was done!!!!!!!

Shed by
             Innocent blood....  




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
The greatest love known to mankind, his innocent blood dripping down the cross.. An the only one.. Not sitting in some tomb.. As all the others who are worshipped are... He has risen... And will be back... As people by the millions now in Christian world and Muslim world's are having dreams of him visions and life after death experiences all meeting who? Jesus Christ... Not noone else...the lord the savior.don't believe go to YouTube see how many life after death experiences there are people saved outta literal hell yes literal and brought to heaven or taken straight up there, as Christ is only way!!!!.. The only.... He forgives all sins past present and his word sais ,,( I am the way the truth, and the life, no man comes to the father (God) except by me) meaning except through Christ... U  who dont know him pray u do.. The prophecies all are being fulfilled now.. And the time of the end surely is near... Wanna know more inbox me... As many don't know more Muslims are turning to Christ now by the thousands and and millions...Christ is showing himself to them in visions and dreams... Bible said this about end ( joel chap 2 verse 28-And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:) which I've had dreams of asteroids hitting the earth already well known to about to happen... awake find Christ I pray... Get saved through Christ .. There is no other way... I don't care to be mocked as I know will happen as bible said we would be mocked... But look at what's going on America.. World... Your worlds about to explode.. And thy Antichrist for new world order will take over... Get outta sleep mode pay ATTN... The middle East is in flames... see usa just made a bad deal with Iran some claim is good lol umm no. Bad news for all especially isreal... Gods land of gods chosen people! Though the only way to eternal life is Christ.. And u wanna talk and say to me there is no demons nor hell.?? Yeah tell that to the millions who have been scratched by demonic unseen forces on earth all evps ( voice recordings) of them as I have inside house and also I've been scratched and taunted... No I'm not crazy me and me mum and dad have all experienced being scratched or had problems happen from these demonic forces also known as fallen angels..also noises in house... Footsteps... Orb pics of partial spirits as they show spirit form....Satan's own kind..... As they hate anything to do with light and God.... Why I'm dealing with so much... That's why... Not some joke... Tell ones who've been to hell and back ( physical place) its a joke and quote all in the mind lol.... Pray u may except Christ soon... The time is now.... The time is here... As a man was murdered in his innocent blood for u... And all wrong weve done... Prophecies are being fulfilled and all proof is there.... Pray u find him /: really do because great tribulation of 7 years is coming... And where will u be? Left on earth to deal with hell on earth... Don't want that for u friends.. And last thing  to all of u...u think its some coincidence that media and TV has been pushing all this stuff on Christ? And rapture? And end of world stuff all at once and asteroid stuff? Lol come on medias even giving u clues because they know to as the high people above them gvt wise know.. Think of that.... And awake
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Aug 2015 · 368
Prophetic freak sign
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I'm the prophetic freak on the corner
       Holding up the sign;
                       "The end is near"
                               Whilst the crowd point's and stare's......
                



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!”
― Bob Marley

Don't Gain The World & Lose Your Soul, Wisdom Is Better Than Silver Or Gold.”
― Bob Marley

Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright”
― Bob Marley

“I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.”
― Bob Marley... ( love this one!!!!!!!!!) Such truth!!!!!


“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
None but ourselves can free our minds.”
― Bob Marley

When one door is closed, don't you know that many more are open”
― Bob Marley

“Judge not unless you judge yourself”
― Bob Marley........ Love it..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Amorous one, bedight me in snug linen
Canopy me in thy oriental pinion's;
A ditty for thee, I writeth in this amour
For thou hath let me in, and opened thine door.

Forsooth, we shalt be lover's in cinema Booth's
Letting go of ourn past, cutting ropes, untying the noose;
Thither the jungle's we shalt be missionarie's, exemplary

No thwarting to enter in the tropical orient gate's
Openness cherished, withy exotic plant's to fit ourn date;
Don't be late amare, thou canst put up, or keep down thy hair
For thou shalt blend the forest's, as no makeup for thee is needed.

Thou shalt quench me by thy tan colored painted skin
Betrothing another, fused bodie's together, preparing perfume;
Locked behind ourn own wall, leaving the world in back room
Other's think we're dead, because ourn spirit's from tombs, alive.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry/
あある じぇえん
Aug 2015 · 257
Kick out
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Hell can't stand the light:
That's why they kicked me out....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 2015 · 541
Sprightly
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Im made more alive in death
                                      than in living.....




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©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 2015 · 183
Carrion box
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Lifeless carrion
Inside his ancient coffin;
Soul free in heaven.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 2015 · 369
Holy grace....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.

The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.

Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.

Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Just good story writing not meant for noone
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Gary L, an honest man
Gary L, the best of friends;
Gary L, keepeth on
Gary L, forgiveth the hatred, sing thy song;
Gary L, spread thy genius
Gary L, overcometh hatred with silence
Gary L, Love is the key
Gary L, just be thy own seed
Gary L, poetic mate
Gary L, thou art free, so write amour high in moderate.
Gary L, fellow madman
Gary L, true lyricist, h.p sandman!!!!
Gary L.....
Loveth and forgiveth always, for love conquers all hatred....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Gary L dedication/ friendship poem..
Gary's having hard time right now with stuff going on he needs a boost everyone (:
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.

Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.

Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.

Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.

From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 401
Nakedness
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Sweated flesh, heat between their chest's
Heated blankets, a feast;
Of two amour's ****, making love, in nakedness....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Earl Jane, oriental poetess, thou art so down, that's why I writeth this, Earl Jane, best friend of Friend's, thine heart's open as thou doth not pretend, as so many other's do; Earl Jane, thy hand's writeth as a muse, thou art not abjected in mine room, welcomed

ii

Earl Jane, lover of all being's, agone wherein thy heartbreak Sting's, I shalt taketh thine wound's mine friend, kind, gentle, thy charity with none end, thou shalt filleth thy dream's unlike other's thinkest, thou shalt glaze the moon in color's, I'll watcheth

iii

Earl Jane, afoot beside me, its thee I shalt helpeth and guide
I seeith the passion and compassion in thine eyes, as thou art free
Earl Jane, poetica dream, taketh the rope off from around thy neck, ourn savior saved thee, as I'm here for thee to protect.

iv

Earl Jane, I knowest whence thou came: from the before life of this, wherein romantic's met the poetic flame, earl jane, Asiatic bird, let thy anguish cometh out in word's, and jot and scribe thine soul down as it glide's, and frolic for new tommorrow.

v

Earl Jane, is this helping thine sorrow? Art thou smiling now as thou shouldst? Just look at mine face if thou needeth a laugh, we both knoweth its stained, like church rose glass, I knoweth right now that thou shalt laugh, art thou smiling now? Dearest friend...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ friendship poem
I accidentally deleted Janes last friendship poem I made her but today she needs it... Anyone who knows her tell her a hello and u do care... For you who don't she's amazing and the most wonderful of people.. So you can tell her hello to and compliment her ,(:::
Aug 2015 · 450
Two's marrow for one heart
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Aqua candy saliva, bathe me in scented oil, I'm bestead, living, in the land of the dead; I want to be think of thee, in a gown of flowing luminary, meeteth me, at the red Sea, calmeth me, with thy kava tea, down me in thy mouth, mine lips between thy teeth.

ii

Betrothed we shalt be, before the fine religious brimstone, we'll cuddle before the fire, aloft ourn rooftop grove, and in the stove, the finest roast shalt be flaming, the taste shalt lace in ourn mouth, the lair is secret, yet to us is devout, ourn arms, legs, lock.

iii

Her strands art primal, as mine art wild, thus becoming even closer, one amare, uno child, facts and action's, not words and false promise, verily I telleth  thee, a one way entrance, the path is broad, though narrow's the way, ourn marrow's nicely display.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For noone just writing
Aug 2015 · 333
Wouldst thou die for it?
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I seest so many interweb connected lover's telleth eachother
Especially here;
"I loveth thee"
Doth thou?
Wouldst thou die for that amour?
Asketh thyself that question;
Wouldst thou really die for them?
If tis yes,
That's love
That's love......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
So many I see here and other places in web say I love you.. True love ud give your soul and life to them... Would you? Think of words when u say I'd die for u (:: just truth
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A lithe monarch
In the willowy meadow;
Ourn phalanxes sutured
As seducer's of plush marshmallow pillow's.

Avow I shalt, one's high name
I'll be burned for her safety;
Taking her grazing
Drying her in the rain.

Anon her hand, to be on mine wrist
Apostle's of kinship, succulent wish;
None Asp's to swallow in, forgiveness of sin
Assenting in espousal, one letting me in.

To beget her, to giveth her a simper
beggarly I am, as beseeching get's bigger;
Since I'm losing all hope, placeth me on the bier
Moveth mine carrion, into the flame of tear's..



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Just good writing for noone
Aug 2015 · 552
Crying world
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The most dim and horrid of all truth's in amour sometimes;

I seeith so many couple's, wherein there's always one lover
Who telleth the other lover " I loveth thee hunny "
And the one who was told their loved,
Replies back " O thank's...............
Such a sad horrid Truth,
Though the one's who told the one's they loveth
That they loveth them and yet got none response
But an ' O thank's, still continueth to loveth that other person
Because that's what true love is............
Yet also, sometime's, the person who sayeth they loveth the other
Some time's wilt just moveth on, from the pain of not ever hearing the same word's and action's back of true amour',
Because fact is, one canst not waisteth time
Giving all their love to one who canst even sayeth it back!!!!
And canst even showeth it back,
Though the person who moved on
Still loveth the other person;
Tis they've realized
Someone else just might sayeth it back
Since the other couldn't say it....
Love is a duo, not a one way street
And if a one way street;
It's not truest amour' on the other person's behalf......
And sadly I seeith this alot to;
That when the person who never saidst those words back
To the one who loveth them
They regret never saying the three word's to the one they do loveth, and they realize at that last moment
How much they loved the other person all along;
Yet were to afraid to sayeth it at the time
Out of fear of being hurt........
Amour's harsh truth sometimes.......
This isn't for anyone personally I just see this soo much and its soo sad soo so sad.....
Aug 2015 · 752
Castle hill lonesome
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 2015 · 585
Intramural ghost watcher's
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Intramural the tenebrous of this early morn'
I awaketh to the sense, of the animus passing on through;
Arising, with the taste of the red iron crimson on mine tongue
Hoping today to be better, whilst I feeleth the life of moribund.

I canst perceive the ghostly eye's upon me, piercing the hindrance, knowing one day I shalt be them, though in remembrance; I shalt not be lost, mine life force won't be
Left behind here, I'll be smiling, happy, none more fear's.

As I'll regain mine wings again, unlike these one's whom peep,
From whence in mine past life, I shalt liveth, not being asleep;
As the grave shalt not be mine end, I shalt cut these wordly ropes,
Riding past the ghostly abyss, being held, by a queen, godliness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
O THE HUMANITY
brandon nagley Aug 2015
O humanity, thou hath made the foul mouth a normalcy to men to talk to their Queen's, to calleth them slave word's, as if these women art unseen.

O humanity, thou telleth mankind that disgust in magazine's is OK, whilst little boy's calleth little girl's *****, and ******, making thine action's to the devil's way.

O humanity, thou selleth guns and bomb's to eachother, worship dollar Bill's with little faces on them that ****, as the green paper's art of greed as so many DIETH for.

O the humanity; thou giveth death by the million's, population control through weather, and war's, thou Selleth blood diamond's, and trade *** to rich men from young girl's.

O humanity, lover's of thineself, don't helpeth noone else, the mall is thine luxury, thy lonesome room is seducing to thee, snorting lines to escape what's to cometh from the sky's.

O mankind, the trumpet's art about to be blown, thou art marrying with other's? And their soul's thou doth not knoweth? Thou giveth charity to nonsense? Yet none to God?

O mankind, none more class, none more slow, everything's fast, driving new age Boxcar's to rusheth to work, to put ten pennies in thy tanks? And thou doth not protest the killing and blood squirt?

O mankind, taketh and receiveth? None giving, noone thou needeth? Thou hath given all the time in the world to thy paperwork, yet none for thy lover's, family, or friend's.

O THE HUMANITY, O THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
This isn't for anyone here just telling truth how mankind has become long ago.. And so many forgot the meaning to our purpose here!!!!! To love forgive and  give charitably expecting nothing back.. Not putting our hands out for taking all... But to give all our souls and lifes for one as God did and does us.. Yet to many are caught up in the world's desires... Yet hopefully they'll see family, lovers, friends, and love period is what life's about!!!! Before to late.... Ps- dont care if this isn't popular I'm not out to win popularity as some think . I'm out to tell you truth
Aug 2015 · 578
Health elixir for 2
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The best thing to do
When the soul is in pain
Is to Helpeth another person;
It helpeth the other person
And thyself, at the same time.
Healing not just one, but two people.
Kindness, and charity, a healing elixir.........




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In our times of sorrow and depression I've realized the best way to heal and feel better of ourselves is to help another person because for one its how God wants us to be.. And two I love helping people and it will help and heal them IF and IF only they except the help if they don't we can't do nothing about it... But I just love helping others and it helps me alot and honesty the ones I try to help I wanna be there for because I care so much Maby I care alot but that's just the soul I am...anyways moral of story is just help another soul!!! It helps them and us!!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Queen in crystalline
A king in black,
Taking a mansion
Or sleeping in shack's,
Loot doesn't matter
In their humbled abode,
Dressed to impress
Eachother ****, with none clothes,
The world doesn't exist to them
O glorious light,
They maketh love to the moon
And the sun awaketh their sight's,
They flyeth to Neverland
Up aloft the blue orb,
A child of a boy
An adolescent girl,
Shaker's and tambourine's
Piano for sound,
They waltz in the bare
With their feet in the cloud's,
Their amour' bounces
The cosmic wave,
Unbound to the celestial
Freakish romantic's in a cave,
Isolated from the new age stress
She layeth her head on his stomach, her hand on his chest,
All the best, though tis a dream all to me
Laying here alone; none ancient queen....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just a story about true amour and two lovers being as kids with another forgetting the world around them open and bare to each other!!! Raw love in best form!! Isolated away from all.. Yet so open with there love... This story is about noone made up hopes (:
Aug 2015 · 333
Every second
brandon nagley Aug 2015
For every word that I'm writing now
Another person is taking their last breathe;
And thou canst loveth and giveth, and forgiveth thy
Brother's, sister's, and Lover's?
Thinkest of that.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Someone dies pretty much every second.. Think about that... And everyone is spending time holding onto grudges and hatred and fear and not telling the ones they love that they love them.. People act as if we have tommorrow... Sadly we don't... We must do what we can  today.... Today. Not tommorrow
This goes for all!!! This isn't for one person. This is telling all to grab onto what's important.. Tommorrow may not come!!! That's reality!! You don't wanna wake tommorrow or not wake not telling your friends family and real lovers what they mean to you... Open up and stop always connecting on some website lol make a phone call or letter to one u love. If near them kiss and hug them... No more excuses
Aug 2015 · 485
Nothing in return
brandon nagley Aug 2015
In factual, and genuine amour'
It's not about what we canst recieveth back from one;
It shouldst not be about expecting anything back
In true amour,
We giveth ourn soul's and amare candidly,
And taking the risk;
Knowing, that we mightest not get that same amour' in return
Though we still do it,
Because we loveth them;
Whether they art a family member
Or a lover.
In evident love,
We giveth
Expecting nothing
In return....
That's what truest love
Shouldst be about;
Though I seest
That type of love is dying in the world
Sadly....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tropica, botanica of poetry's heaven,
Tropica, santonica that groweth so free;
Let thy pen jot down and stroke the cloud's
Carelessly....

Tropica, a basilica awaiteth thine thought's
I knoweth thou art down, lonesome and depressed
But so many careth for thy heart's pain and loss........

Tropica, friend of mine, sun that Shine's
Let the day for thee be anewed, paint the world blue
As thy tear's turneth from cloud's to rainbow's bright and loud;

Tropica, hepatica growing wildly and untamed, knoweth ourn creator is near, do not fear, nor dread, thine head's lingo is as beautification on display.

Tropica, let thy poetic melodica sing it's angelic sound, wherein when thou doth feeleth down, knoweth thou shalt always hath a friend in me, as god wilt guideth thee, in the fire and freeze.......

Tropica, art thou now smiling (:::::::::::::


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Tropica cheer up dedication/friendship dedication
A dear poet on here is down and depressed and needs someone to listen to her as I want to but am putting aside me own depression to help her out try to cheer her up with this poem lol hope you like it miss tropica...
Here are words some might not understand in here
Botanica- is like a shop that sells flowers or spiritual things...
Santonica- is a flower head or flowers period I learned (;:
hepatica is something that looks like a daisy white and purple ones...
Melodica- is like a keyboard like harmonics thing lol musical instrument !!! Enjoy
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Down amour' Lane, wherein there's inamorata's and inamarato's,
I'm the ghost unseen, the real hopeless romantic, the lost shadow;
Down in the grave, with the demon's I battle, as I loosen mine light force, which God giveth me to breaketh their chained hand's

I'm on heartbroken street, wherein dream's taketh over, and reality doth not last; a jollification do I indeed want to arriveth for, for one to open their door, though I'm just figment to others
As mine vigor is more than real, hoping one for mine heart to steal...................................


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Last night
Twas the best feeling;
The feeling of mine shirt off, just jeans, and none shoes nor sandals, bare feet and **** chest, and stomach to the midnight air; as I walked down by the river, as I always do, behind mine place....... Feeling the grass under mine feet, the blades, how they tickled mine toe's, the strange almost full moon behind mine back in the backset. The strange critter's looking at me in the wood's, and mine favorite part; looking up at the million's of star's, like little holes into heaven, wishing I was up there, looking down on everyone else as they were me.... Soon dearest stars, soon........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 2015 · 354
'Til death do we part
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The pastor saidst to me and mine wife
Til' death doth both of thee part;
So I took mine wife's hand
Her name is lonesomeness so thou knowest;
Down the aisleway we walked
Forever together
Til' death we do part....
As she always covereth mine
Lonesome heart...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Story of me and lonesomeness getting married lol mine life and fate I guess..
Aug 2015 · 361
Drowned sorrow
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine lonesome eyes,
                                     Drowning in sorrow....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I remember.....
Whilst doing the time I didst in prison;
The strangest little thing
When noone canst buyeth cigarette's none more
Since the state outlawed it in prison's
(Ridiculous) since people wilt still smoke anyways.....
I remembered walking into the caged yard of beast's;
Seeing them phening for that smell and taste of tobacco
As I remember seeing one of mine old friends there
From the intermediate prison before that,
Matt's his name;
Taketh out a little plastic bag of tobacco out of his pocket...
And a white blank piece of paper,
From one of the small Bible's thou canst findeth;
As little Bible's in prison aren't just for God's word
But also they sell for ten bucks a pop.
As he rolled a cigg, so tightly and fused......
As him and all the other's
Went back to the bleachers,
By the prison's football field
Wherein that was the spot,
Everyone hid their smoking
Yet,
The guards didst not careth
They were bringing dope in
Amongst other things!
To calm and ease the brute beast's......
As in that old prison I was in
Thou wouldst want to calmeth thy nerves to
Trust me.... Tis not a place, for the kindest of soul's as me......
As seeing them smoke those bible rolled cig's
Madeth me thinkest at that moment;
They just do this
To feeleth human:
To feeleth alive....
To feeleth free,

Whilst trapped in a cage......
As tis Being animal's in ourn cages;
We were, still free, more than the rest
Of society...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is a real story.... Enjoy!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
השטר של הדולר
נפילתו של האדם;
של הפתק הקטן של לוציפר.

( Hebrew translation)

( English version)

The dollar bill
Man's downfall;
Lucifer's little note's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 2.2k
Satan playing playstation
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Politics:
Satan's favorite video game.







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©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Like an infant boy, every time going to check mine mailbox; none amour' letter's to cometh through. I beseech to getteth a note, a colorful card inside, one to maketh me smile openly, walking back to the abode obliged; I seeketh to open that little secret, behind the thin sliced paper, to smelleth the perfume of one's hair soaked into that little amare kindness........... O how I seeketh such a grapheme; tis all just a dream.........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Would love a real love letter; want to smell ones hair and perfume between the paper to feel them there with me... To feel there soul linger... I love writing hand written notes yet noone wants mine lol oh well Maby some day...
Aug 2015 · 559
Bedstand waiter
brandon nagley Aug 2015
He dreameth of her
In her extrasolar land;
He pen's for her gracefully
She waiteth for him,
By her foreign bedstand.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2015 · 3.1k
Orient ruby silky smooth
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Orient Rubie's
Dark and silky smooth;
Silk glass dancing the reflection's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Damsel in distress, open thine soul to me, open thine chest
Colleen of medieval lace, of darling face, I'll taketh thee now;
Yet how canst I taketh one? If none is around, Talitha cuna ghost
I seeketh even thine smoke, wherever thou art, mine spirit waits.

ii

A repast banquet awaiteth for one, a table sitteth here, chairs for two; two chairs as I sitteth and eateth alone, the plàtes art full, though none amour' to tryeth the desert, none next to me for the fruit punch of thirst. Only me staring at an empty blank wall.

iii

Now mine eye's do crawl, searching the hearkening clearance
None was ever here, just signs of emptiness, and mine own disappearance, as at that moment, when the fine dinner was set; mine heart fluttered backwards, being alone, mine spirit left.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Talitha cuni means ( little girl, i say unto thee arise)
This is about noone just saying want someone to love me .. And just beautiful writing !!!!
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