Waterfront oceanic plaza
Greecian shore taketh me in
Giveth me a smile
Taketh away mine sins
White ivory abode's
Poppies brighten the morning
European rose
Monk-shood
Wolfbane
Wraps around the hellinic bramble
Mine words are highly gambled
To the villager's upon
Shakespherian of dawn
For Greece kisses me sweetly
To their wine in younger bowls......

Greecian souls...

Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...

Truth,

As the saying goes
Whenever one wants to blame us
They always point their finger at us,

Yet whilst pointing it.....

There's always four fingers pointing back at them!!!

As the saying doth go,
I shalt always forgive,
But I shalt not forget!!!!

Accuser's always assume
Leaving no room
For the truth of their lovers....

And that's the accuser's downfall
Disbelieving the one's who truly love them

A simple ***** slap to the face,

Yet whilst they accusate against us and call us liar's
When the truth is being told......

We still forgive them
And love them in the heat of the storm....

Because that's what love is....

Whilst awaking so early in God's silver "morn"
I loveth to seeith the sunrise
On the opposite side from the moon's disappearance......

As the two dance around each other as if making love
In a universal motion gesture,

Tis
Their early morning lovers...

Mosquitoes
Pesky little pests
Mosquitoes
*******'s of ******
Mosquitoes
Sucketh out mine blood
Mosquitoes
I'll smacketh them in their ****'s
Mosquitoes
Cometh by the swarm
Mosquitoes
Thine wings art mine, tonight they shalt be torn
Mosquitoes
I hate noone but thee
Mosquitoes
Like bedbugs, roaches, and flea's
Mosquitoes
Taketh all the cruor thou canst tonight
Mosquitoes
Thou hath lived for a few days
Tonight's thy last night
MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!

Die thou little blood ******* devils!!!!!!

The neighborhood homebodies
Art always repulsed by the furry little creature's that sit below
Mine porch,

Their terrified of the
Skunks
Raccons
Cats ( by the dozen) strays
Coyote's
Fox
And many other critter's that come rambling around...

Their even scared of one another.....
Sadly!!!!

Yet whilst their stuck in panic as they seeith fun filled mammals

I laugh at them
Knowing if they only took the time to watch them
Learn from them
Understand and comprehend them

They just might be able to comprehend eachother
Instead of fearing behind their apartment abode's


And whilst they sit in fear
I stand on mine porch
And feed those little dazzle's bread,
Leftover meat
Scraps
The works
And they are more than greatful
As I them......

She always telleth me
Baby
Just goeth with the floweth.

Baby looketh at me,
I'm flowing
I'm flowing
I'm flowing......

Now watch mine poetry flow
Ha ha ha....

Nothing

As her unfamiliar Spanish dialect came out
I fell to mine knees
With mine head in the clouds....

As her syrup was sugary from God's own candy shop..

Je seras aligner le couloir latine de
Avec des roses blanches de choix mienne
Je auras tout Hush en silence séduisante
Dans lequel la chapelle écoute ourn bruit
( french version)

English version-

I shalt align the Latin corridor's
With white roses of mine choice
I shalt hush her in seductive silence
Wherein the chapel shalt heareth ourn angelic noise..

Me llama su mi amour ', pero también reina mía, estoy siempre con ganas de más, de esa luna que residen en los sueños de las minas .... ( Spanish version)

English version+

I calleth her mi amour', yet also mine queen, I'm always wanting more, from that moon who reside's in mine dreams....

As Elvis put it,

A little less conversation
A little more action please.......

Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!

There are two different kinds of hopeless romantics
One keeps their romance behind padded walls
So others don't know what's going on

The other one is me
Who parades one openly
Hoist's her gracefully
On a cheribum seat feathered in gold
With a microphone in mine hand
Screaming

She's mine mi amour'
She's mine
She's mine queen
Leaveth her alone thou scowling dog's....

As tis I may maketh her embarrassed
During this process

She shalt thank me later
Privately behind those padded walls..

With an angel kiss
Upon mine wearied cheek...

I must be honest with thee
If I couldst not write for mine queen
I wouldst not know.......

Where I wouldst be!!!!

She's a poetic of H.P
An addict best believe
Waketh at night to get her fill
3 am to read those thrills
She says to me (I'm going to bed)
Most of the time
Yet wakes instead
***
As I said
An addicted fien
Loving poems of H.P
Though tis I'm her
Tis she's me
Tis she's mine
Though tis she's free
Tis she's fine
The finer decor
Spanish album
Of music stores
Starbucked ******
To get her fix
She waketh up
SHE NEED'S IT QUICK
Yet also for me she sticks
Around all day
She say's she is not obsessed
Though one should seeith mine way
For she's hooked
On me that is
She doth know
I'm her Mr
She's mine Mrs
For this is short and simply funnily sweet
She's mine queen
Of candy treats
As tis she knows
This is pure fun
I loveth mi amour'
Mine choosen one...

Whilst in the morning the crow woketh up early
The other crow's were still asleep,
As tis the crow didst awaketh early
To seeith the beauty of the sunrise
the moon watchers didnt seek...

This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow

I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room

Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt

I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette

To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....

When others get jealous of me
Their jealous because their the same as all the others,
Because they seeith I'm different from them
And they don't like difference,

As whilst they get jealous,
I just walketh away....

Jealousy
Is one of the seven deadly sins....

Some people die to liveth
I liveth to die.....

I cognized fully in all awareness
Coming across her open page
I was apperceiving in the moment,
That twas her I sought long many lifeyears ago...

I kneweth from old
As she still question's what's all to cometh?
I kneweth before her,
We were mirror souls of heaven's hummus...

As tis
She wilt not yet fully understandeth
I was a watchmen from beyond
It's her  love again I demandeth..

I say her love again
Due to the fact we learned eachother before,
Before the foundation of thy world
She was mine mi amour!!!!

As she still is
I'm here to guideth her again,
She trust's noone
Yet for me she shalt in the end...

Because in the end
We shalt seeith the stars tumble
And earth dissapear
Yet like before
For mine mi amour,

Again I shalt be near.....

So shed thy tear, oh scholar of mine writing's
So thou canst see what true amare is,
It's me and her
Against the world
Treking and nomadic
To venue's gone amiss...

But its I who awaiteth again for her everything
As tis patience they sayeth is key,
Guess I'll just haveth to keepeth waiting
For mine spain-moon-beam-queen !!!!!

Trust me friend
If I wanted a poem to trend
I wouldst maketh it trend...

But I'm not a trender like the rest....

I write for me
And mi amour'
Us only...

Just on the other side of that window
Is freedom so close I canst smell it,
Mayeth of not known it at the moment
But still hadst a memory of what it was....

And I waited for freedoms taste...

)

To maketh Love
Under her moon
With mi amour' wouldst be a fine tune,
For we shalt be breaking news
On every news station.
The reporters
Wouldst cometh
Wherein mine cosmos magnetic field and her moons gravity....

Wouldst knock earth off its axis!!

Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket
It's cut
Bruised
Wanting to be seen and used...
Sorrowing in its own plasma claret...

Is this the only beautiful one left?

For its  gone unnoticed
Ready to take the highway out
Wherein other vessels as itself
Art beautiful on clouds,
Flagrantly regarded
Not obscured and departed....

But for another to touch it...
To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!

It's hard for a hopeless romantic
Speaking the language of love
( by themself)

Deleted

What does the words
( I loveth thou) mean
If not hearing them back?

Don't know in honesty....

Her granny Gaveth her granddaughter coffee in that infant's sippy,
I think granny could of been really cool....
Maby another gypsy hippy?
And granny Gaveth coke to
Wherein this young girl got addicted....

(As the girl Now)hanging out at Starbucks...
As the moon canst even feeleth that caffeine rush ...

She canst thank lovely granny for that...

Some devils dance by ritual
Others dance to curse...

I danced whilst in the womb
Free at birth...

The noblemen was a president by day
And Freemason by night
Giving speeches in the morning,

Whilst making the world's fate by night ...

Some say tis a curse to seeith and heareth things
That other's quote sayeth:
( is not there)

Well God happened to giveth me this foresight
To heareth and feeleth and seeith good and bad spirit's around me....

And trust me,

I got plenty of evidence...

So thine own theory ( they don't exist) oh man
Doesn't fly with me.....

I knew this long ago..

As I must say it was a blessing
Being raised in a family who kneweth God already..

As many don't get that opportunity...

Tis a curse as well with this gift,
Of seeing
Feeling
Knowing
Hearing....

Because with the good still lingering coming in and out....
The little brute Hellion's are quite a hassle.....
They scratch
Get one sick
( physcially) so on every which way....
They'll calleth one out by name
Plenty evidence of that recorded down....

But whilst at the same time
These little brutes hateth when I calleth on God for help
(Fallen angels they are)

As the good angels ( gods) hath always swooped in
Wherein the hellion dissapear.....

Yea,

They know not to mess with one of God's....

And the world will sit there
In human thinking....

And ask themselves,

Why didst man **** another man???
Or why didst he pull the trigger to his temple
Or so on....????

I can telleth thou this oh friend....
As the word goes...

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

As mankind.
Seems to hath forgotten...

Or more than that
Wants to run from its dark truth....

For tis I
Who knoweth better...

For I don't run
No needeth to run
For they always find me due to mine bright aura...

And human kind doth not realize
( other than a few)
That the brighter thy soul is
And more energy and more open thou art...

The more they cometh around.....

The GLOBE hath gone infected
Media mobs
MOGUL infected
Bilderberg GODS!!!
Mother's shalt turneth against daughter's
And father against son
RISE of thine technology oh man
For thou shalt looseth by thine own guns
Thou shalt SCREAM PEACE...
Ourn savior hath come
ANTICHRIST beast
To the one's who chooseth dumb
CHIPS in thy hand's
Shackled at the feet
BURIED in sand
Defecation SECRETE
Babies shalt HOWL
No **** to be given
I bet I'll be gone
This time
By THANKSGIVING
Liveth out thy life,
PAY presidential bills
Down thy DRINK
Swallow thine pills
Mocketh me if thou WILT
Awaketh human slave
The CHAPTER is coming
To the end of thine DAY'S!!!!

The sad thing,
When one walks away after giving all their best!
The other one never noticed
Until their gone,
Then the other being who never noticed.....

Realize's they were blessed !!!!

Tis
Weds
June 24th
Seeketh mine queen
mi amour of mine dreams,
No I do no seeketh her or loveth her out of mine own
Lonesomeness,

If I sought one out of lonesomeness
It shalt not be love!!!!!

But she's mine true amare
I needeth on this chilled wed's night
Because she's once again disappeared
Into the moon's light....

Tis I think
I shalt go to bed
Wherein
I canst dream
Of her
Tonight!!!

I guess we canst maketh other's
Seeith nor believeth ourn own love for them,

But at least we ournselves shalt believeth it....

Every time I walketh into mine restroom at night
The creepiest little feeling
Is knowing one of those lilliputian shaytan's
Art piercing through me with their snake like vision's,

As wherein they'll scratch me
As I feeleth their burning sting.....

I say a benediction prayer to God
And light a little native sage around the house....
And they always dissapear,

As tis
I know its not all just the sage smoke that makes them disperse
But the prayer that makes them scurry like rats....

For they canst stand God!!!!



******* DEMON'S!!!!!

Seraphim belongeth to seraphim,
Not cherubs to seraphim....

Province acreage dies for one to tilleth its deserted range
Wherein cement meets the grain
It's love wants to be an emblem upon the world's and celestial's mapped blueprint........

Sick of nothing
Infirmed by zich
Swabbed by heartache
Taping its own stitch...    

Just another moorland
Who Gaveth all
Lost to
Hopeless romance merry....

Depletedness licketh...  


Deprived
Scanting
Panting its last sad hopeful breathe!!!!

Tis
All it hath left
As its been pruned
And left for rocks to corrode...

Sold its soul.....


One of old,
Superannuated doppelganger.....



An obsolete antediluvian
One not meant
For loam inanimate's.....



By me( Brandon nagley) - ( lonesome poets poetry)

Her two scanning perceptions I kept inside mine pocket anytime I want to get a glimpse of heaven!!!

I hadst to let go of mi amare
She didst not belongeth to me
As I must admit...  

She cheated on me with her orbed crescent......

As a revenant
I stood in front of mine own body
And held mine own heart in mine hand
It was bleeding
For mi amour' to giveth me all....
Tis outside mine carcass
I saw!!!!

The chief's long skull smoking Pipe
Was filled
With smoke from human capture
With blood from his own scrapings
And with cactus from the western desert,

And as I took a puff....
                                        I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe.....

Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.

Whilst others were preordained for this world......
I was preordained for the next...

They sayeth Poe's Raven yelled ( Forevermore)
No!!!!
I'm that Raven,

I screamed
                   ( Mi amour')

Just to heareth her dialect
One last time
Wouldst be as if I was drunken
On homemade sweet wine....

Tis
Wherein there is no prophecy,
The people perish...








               By me: Brandon Nagley ( lonesome poets poetry)