Any lover canst keep their amare locked in a closet chest,
But it takes a romantic,
To parade them openly!!!!!




By me: BRANDON nagley
( lonesome poets poetry)

Blood cometh out as perspiration,
When needing one so badly.....  
But see,
I just don't needeth
I wanteth to......
And canst haveth one without the other....

See,
Here's one thing the moon doth not knoweth

Whats that thou asketh?
Well,
See.....

The crescent can't liveth without its universe is reside's in......

The mall
                                  her place to escape
                                         Her room
                                plastered to her taste
                                         Her want's
                                  beast canst not bring
                                         Her poetry
                              Cometh out as angels sing
                                    Her consciousness
                            Filled up by her quarry moon
                          when I telleth her ( I loveth thou)
                     I just want to heareth ( I loveth thou to)


                                  By me- Brandon nagley

             gotta put name now since people copy mine poems lol

HOPELESS romantics
LIKE me,

A
Hopeless
BREED!!!!!

I seeketh none cipher enigma's
Nor something that is bound
I seeketh release from mine worries
Dig mine she'll of mine ghost from the ground,

Id giveth all
Tear apart mine flesh
Giveth all mine clothes
Just to haveth the best

To feel mine premier upon her chest
And her lips upon mine neck
Like swans in in Lilly ponds
Drowned to sweet caress

An empress and emperor blessed
Between ourn twos vows
Yet still awaiteth in mine circle
To be with her somehow...

Yet words art just that
Word's tis shalt be
Yet I giveth action
Doth the rest of H.P do see?

Or only me?

It's OK sir calm down, calm down....
Im use to loneliness,
I canst handle this..

Step back....
                     I got this!!!!

She wasn't hatched from some yolkish egg,
I saweth her in a past time at birth
Created by God and Spain...

One ringy dingy
Two ringy dingy
Three ringy thingy
Wilt mi amour picketh up?

Any man canst treat his woman as a sleeze,
But canst thou treat her as a queen?

As the moon queen
Walked into mine abode ( mine life)
I bowed,
Humbly at her presence....

Her tattered fissure's
Art the death of me
If I canst maketh her smile
I giveth her heaven to see....

And tis
That,

That Always maketh her simper.....

A blessing doth not cometh
By expecting that blessing,
A blessing cometh
Unearned and gracefully....

I loveth how man seemeth to forget
Whenever judging one another
That one day,

As man did to other men.....

God shalt to judgeth him!!!!

Her laughter
español refined
Her essence
Engraved between mine mind
Her all
I seeketh to lie me down
To lift me to her cosmic airlift
To bait me in Spanish brown
To tasteth me as a sweat
Dripping from her limbs
Her wings hath caught me
Cleansed me of mine sins
Her hands wide reaching
For I've been reaching back
Stand-by for mi amour'
A ranch casa style shack
A willow tree in back
Fuchsia in the front
No mechanization of mankind
No needs, deed's, nor wants
Only eachother
Up against the wind
Flapping ourn ivory glides
Feeling free once again!!!

For when that black adorned serpent cries
I feeleth a smile coming on....

Tis
She's a daydream
Of all ice cream's,
A nicely
Inviting.
Tis
She's sugary and wondering
From whence land didst she cometh from?

I think the land of Eden!!!

Tribal maternal's terrace
***** by carnivorous shipmen
Earth over ran
By Marxist's and ditty wit's!!!

Hold thine lingo
Release thy spit
Oh vertebrate of underworld grief...

Tend to thine flock
Cut thine beef,

As in the cattle thou hath becometh...

For the serum doth runneth
Wherein thine swords becameth thy first choice....

Where is thy voice?
God of technology
Made science thy hobby
Made gentlewoman thy footstool......

As thou hath runneth a muck

And made thy queen thy second elect!!!!

For I just bet
That thineself shalt lose to all thy debts....

Why is it?

That the one's who calleth another one ignorant...
Art ignorant their own selves...

Toothsome candy she drips,
Like syrup
Sticking fine
To thy heart....

I perish daily for one to toucheth mine outer brawn
For to feel ones soul in collision with mine own
A melody of triumphant song...

I suffocate periodically to hybrid thirst
For I want to be rebirthed
In ones arms and eyes.....

Sweet child of mine,
Overwhelm me in overload sleep
Keepeth mine tongue between thy teeth
And grip me in thine soul

Release me in thy hold

And palm me
As god to and infant!!!!!!

Cometh close,
Not distant

On Friday night's
Lucifer dresses in charming drag.....

The most tortured of soul's
Art the most beautiful....

Fluorescence taps the old barked cabin, flummery holds hand's with thickened butter, to be brother's of salted taste. Flummox civilians let plans go to waste, as hydracid's they've slithered to. Who's who? Hyaline force. For thine own porch is ****** in by thy thought's and huzza of goods! For the woods art there to freeith thou, but thine own self cut's them down as human pea-brain no ones!!! For someone is someone thine beast of emptied plaza.....
Hurtless thou couldst be. But thou art stuck in dreams, as reality thou hath made a second hand smoke.....

I canst help some people get jealous of me
Theirs no reason to be,
For they to

Canst forgiveth one another
And love...

Now why get jealous over that oh friend?

Bemaul me
I shalt picketh up mine feet
Repel me
I shalt loveth in return by treat
Maketh a fraud of me
I shalt dance the spirit jig
Bemuddle me
I'm not human, so I shalt not feeleth thy pick
Benedick's of hurt
I'm moving on with a smile
Queens and kings
Sit in dreams
I seeketh the golden mile,
Coact dearest poet
Lift thy fertile head
I am arrisen
Mine tomb is broke free
I'm sky high
I'll just be me...

A thee here
A tis there
A thou everywhere
Tis
I write different oh man,
For I am not thou
Thou canst change mine writings
I'm a good soul of the clouds
I shalt not be broken
I shalt not be torn down
I've seen devils and demons
Yet I forgiveth them somehow
Though I know how,
For God speaks through me
For thou readers and newbies
I'm one about love,
A message of long ago!!!!
I'm relaying it again
I am me
Thou art not me
Thou canst change me mine friend!!!!

This is for all of those who replied to me writing last night about me getting hurt over man's negative comments...
I thank you first of all for leaving comments on me writing last night. The poem I wrote last night was personal to me and someone decided to try and tell me how to write that poem lol which BTW I'm not you other writers I'm far different and write way I wanna write. Im me ! A beautiful soul who believes in love and forgiveness no matter what.. I appreciate all your support but please to those  who wanna **** this guy or yell at him so on forgive him and love him, love and forgiveness is the answer not scorn to this man... This man just doesn't realize I purposely write quote improper for a reason because I'm not other writers.. As poetry is the soul in thy own tongues form any way you wanna pour it out.. So to those who wanna **** this guy for hurting me please forgive him. It's not his fault. I was already depressed yesterday, physically sick lately as I have been for little while. And lonely needing affection. So after this man told me what he did and made a mockery out of me it brought me down lower when I was down already... So please forgive him.. Love him forgive him... As noones perfect!!! Thank you all for love and kindness! God bless you all !!! Thank you all soo much!!!

Brandon cory NAGLEY

PS; I'm not stopping mine poetry either
Neverrrrr lol

Well already in down mood right now, and lonely and depressed and someone just had to make me feel like a piece of crap saying negative stuff on mine poetry..and pretty much told me I shouldn't do poetry no more. Well think I'm done with poetry for now... Goodnight everyone....
And thanks to one who said i shouldn't do poetry no more honestly don't care what you think... But thanks for making me feel worse.. Your quite the uplifter aren't you ,(::: night

If thou wouldst just letteth one loveth thee,
Thou just might loveth back
And it just might
Feeleth good...

I just found out from a good friend that miss jc Stole and reposted mine own poem dwindling on her page making people think its her poem.. . to you Mrs Jc... And other people who come on this site to make us miserable, I don't hate you.. Actually I feel sorry for you and believe more than ever you need God in your life and for someone to care for you.. sad thing is.. Good people left like me don't hate you nor am I mad at you... I know you have some good down in that soul... So please on mine behalf and others stop copying poems from me and from others and stop acting like a nitwit on a page for people to express their souls and hearts.. People already have bad enough days..  Like alot on here just as you have bad enough day.. How about everyone on here copies your work and posts it as theirs???? Huh jc? What than?
Or what if we constantly cut you down daily when noone did before and now from your childish bullcrap you've brought this on you... Like the others who have done that here.... Soo I'm not mad at you again nor do I hate you.... I forgive all and love all beings.. I pray you find your inner peace and God and true love and stop messing with others true love and poems and their own selves..... . your broken.. Angry at yourself God and the world... And you decide to take your anger and pain out in others.   Well guess what? Not me JC!!!!! Not me.. I'm forgiving.. But unlike alot I will draw you out...not from rage or anger but to show you people are trying to helpppppppppp youuuuuuuuu!!!! Why? You ask because they have good souls??? Now where is that good soul I know you have in you Mrs Jc? Huh where is it.... Stop covering yourself with a mask and for once except others help... Though you don't feel love... From a being to another being who cares for your well-being.. Because you are soo unhappy it will lead you down to more major damage to your self. Others and more God...... Can't you see people in HP love you.??? And you wanna lose the privilege of people trying to help you? What then when people stop trying to help? You'll lose yourself... Which I can see you are losing self now.... Again not mad don't hate you.  But except our love and trying to help you instead of you harming us .   thank you

Brandon cory NAGLEY!!!!

Nothing....

I don't seeketh for one to just love mine poems
I seeketh one to loveth me,
The king behind those poems...

Maby I'll just dissapear
Far better than being here....

That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins.

It rolleth me up
And spitteth me out
Like a piece of defecation
Maketh me doubt.
It syringes mine sheath
It wraps me in dung
Maketh me sleep
In slumber and mud
Maby I'll just walk
And dissapear
Draweth to heaven I do
As heaven bringeth me near..

Wilt she still loveth me when tommorrow arrives?
Wilt she giveth all as a holy surprise?
Wilt she still be here tomorrow I hope?
Wilt she push aside her worries and maketh me her float?
Wilt she let me all the way in?
I'm worried
Tis
Over thinking again!!
Wilt she falleth for some wordly baboon?
Wilt she seeith how much this love is true?
Wilt she telleth me again she loveth me to?
Am I just mad??!
Or art there others same way as this going through?
Wilt she calleth next month?
Next year?
Write real love letters by hand?
Meet me on demand?
Maketh love to a band?
Ourn own band of course....
Wilt she keepeth this lit torch?
Or throw it away..
I needeth it now
I'm madly insane,
Wilt she still be here
When the pouring drench cometh on down?
Wilt she not leaveth?
When I get sick?
Or put into earth's ground?
Wilt she?
Noones ever sure
At least not me
Anymore..

That moment
When I'm on the long wooded road
And mine mind hath gone blank,
No thoughts
Nor worries
Nor cares....
Just a blank stare penetrating the grey pavement

Numbing heaven..

(Mina)
I looked up at the sky
dear god you listening?
I wonder how you let us sin
as if you just don't see a thing

( Brandon)

( God)
I heareth thee mine child
For tis man hath his free will
Yet man hath forgotten me
Dilutes me by drink and by pills

(Mina)


why did you give man the right to
do all these inhumane acts
forget you as simple as this
and get obsessed with his own tasks.

( Brandon)

(God)
I loveth man
He hath his own will to chooseth,
Simply one choice
Me or the devil their soul giveth!!!
Thou must remember mine daughter
For man the devil doth temp,
Man chooseth to sell his own soul
As to Satan man to him is for rent!!!

( Mina)


you are the creator of man
and you gave him the free will
while you could take it all away
ask him to pray for you still
instead you gave him a second choice
by which he could've gone amiss
devil never seemed to be trustful
could mislead you simple as a kiss...

(Brandon)

(God)
Tis right mine offspring
I'm the creator of all
The devil didst betray me
As his cherubs didst fall
And though this world mayeth be dark
And hellish after all
I am the light
Between hellion Shaw!!!

Hippity hippity hobo hopped a train in mobo, whilst mobo and toe-do flowdoed  down dits bitsy mountain. She-ha and he-haw hast rode bikes to sleetah where burritos were bandits and bandista's on barnyard fence. Smoky and choky were high on mangozee and tis they loved posies of the same tilling field. Geuber and Gruber maketh infants as scoopers whilst dust is their slooper,
Slippery dipsy dask.. . uncle tis and Mrs tas. Tadpole Bennie, neon jenny, Mike and shunny.. Bunnies of two..honey's of few. Crick-crackle pop the hobo didst hop, as I caught him, as he fell, he bumped  his head and yelled...( Hobo forever)
As I smiled to his passions...

Time seems to drag
Like a slug on ambien
When mi amour's gone
I needeth mine amour
Mine amour
Tis
She's gone...
);

Free birds aren't meant to be caged
Their freebirds,
They deserveth to fly...

Poetry is her escape
Her muse is the dark
And the moon.
She loveth angels and dark poetry to,
And lately
She's been a real thinker.....

The only thing I kneweth how to do
When uncle Sam pointed a gun at mine temple was
Put a flower down his smoking Pipe
He got a kick out of that...

Her lava shalt floweth
And her volcano shalt errupt...

Ones scared of the unknown
Because they themselves
Are ( known)

Torrid calefaction of the sudor taste Slips between ourn locked fingers Gliding as astronauts to the farway distant promise land. Panting one another's breathe, as thy chest rubs mine own in splendor waterfall shock!!! Ourn legs art as rocks, heated from underneath, ourn lips glaze in defeat as ourn tongues wander eachothers garden. A feline hiss and a hound scowling kissing all the way down wherein mine jargon is hushed by thy wetness covering mine face... As I don't cease, but feel thy hands squeeze mine premier dome, as thy nails rip into mine back... I'm blindfolded, tied from behind. Teased. As thou I please..... Between the sinew of ourn mind.... As ourn angelic language canst be heard across the village!!!!

As mine eyes roll back
To the back of mine head
And blood fills mine unearthly mouth,
Please doeth this one thing....

Just never forget me
For I must return
To mine father's house...

He carried a pen for a weapon
And used a notepad for prophecy...

WRITER'S BLOCK,
                                when a poet loses full control!!!

What doth one get
Wherein two serpahim's createth an infant?

( a cherub)