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brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

She cometh from
The kingdom of God;
A gape to the eye's
A key to living life,
Mine soulmate:
Mine wife.

ii.

She cometh from
Thence the stardust;
She's me, I'm her
Ourn loving kindness for another
Is a must: tis her do I trust,
Her loyalty is momentum ******;
In which all happiness was created by ourn God:
Released in the cosmic dimension's.



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;

ii.

Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;

iii.

Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;

iv.

Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;

v.

Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;

vi.

Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 2015 · 1.1k
Soul retrieval
brandon nagley Nov 2015
I traveled seeking otherworldly unknown spiritual erudition,
Twilight was approaching, the village was illuminated; by lit face's and fiery pit's.

Shamanic foot pounding dug into the ancient soil, visages were daubed by psychedelic mirages; as embers flew from the state of consciousness matched.  As tis these wild child's wore feather's as   celestial hat's.

Chant's of healing echoed the earth, an old man with a map drawn on his countenance, and in the palm of his hand's. Stood crooked, spine shifted; with a feather inked with wisdom as the quill's were year's of time's past.

His peeper's as Sunshined glass, aged and freed, he was around the birth age of at least eighty-three; he's lived many form's back before time, before me and thee, he told me " Brandon, I've been waiting for thyself to be seen.

As tis I kneweth a messenger hadst guided me there, I was standing in the shaman's presence, as the plume's covered his hair; he kneweth I needed soul-retrieval, his grin bounced the air.

He brought me into his Wigwam, as tis I felt the demon's inside me, his singing smoked under his breath; verily a man of astral tithing, I passed out from the beastly being's biting.

Mine apparition hadst left me, I was aloft weightless over mine body, I felt as if I died, none more pride or lifes prizing. The medicine man tranced, none need for him to digest any elixers, he's been doing this for centuries, he was a past angel and spirit mixture.

I hath seen mine life's picture, just up high in the cloud's, mine aura climbed atop the great mountain, I didst not want to cometh down; I was watching this tan-skinned tribal just below mine sight; he danced, tranced, danced throughout the night.

Then at the ending before I awoketh, I stared the demon's coming out of me, as tis their infectious breathing got me choking, I pushed out all the thing's trying to latch onto mine burning light inside me, the hellion loveth good soul's, to Satan that's control: anything good is open to their inviting.

I opened mine vision, when the death-bringers left, a holy Bible was placed upon mine chest; as tis the shaman told me his Secretive gift and holiness: he told me Christ he turned to many kingdom's ago, once back when, when he was working as God's angel.

As when I left that small earthly hut of his, he started singing Christian proverb's; reciting Christian hymn's, he wasn't thy average medicine man, he kneweth truth, not fable's nor myth's; before I left he painted mine head with a cross for protective bliss. As whilst at that moment in time, the devil stayed away from mine mind, Satan's chain's wouldst be waiting for him in the brimstone abyss.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

The poet doth not loveth
In pocket-sized increment's;
The poet loveth
In lyrical abundance.

ii.

The sonneteer doth not dieth
For his or her amour' in natural death;
The bard's succumbing is purest loving
For their soulmate they perish every last breath.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
A real poet dies for his or her love... That is real romance.... That is a poet!!!
Oct 2015 · 333
Poetic normalcy
brandon nagley Oct 2015
A Poet
Who's normal?
Never heard of such a thing;



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

If thou hadst heaven in the palm of thine hand's
Wouldst thou not cherish that heaven;
That love.

ii.

If thou hadst an angel in thine midst
Wouldst thou holdeth it closely;
To never let it go.

iii.

If thou hadst thine soulmate after a million year's waiting
Wouldst thou grabbeth it up;
Not questioning nor debating.

iv.

If thou hath found paradise
As I hath;
Wouldst thou treat him or her like a king or a queen? Or a material thing.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Question is this,.. Do you treat your woman as a slave men? And a material thing? And just someone who's there next to you while your forgetting what's important?
And women the man next to you... Do you treat him as a king? Like a human being! Someone who does more than just pay your bills ? Loyal to him? Same for you men.... Question is do you treat your woman and man as a king and queen, for both men and women. No partiality here,... As tomorrow might not come... Remember what's important!!! Your loved ones..,, not the world and its materials.. The point I'm saying is if you had heaven finally in your palms.. ( your loved one) would you cherish it? That's the question...
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

How sprightly I am once in her company, she's all a king seeketh, she is the wealth of mine ethic's; She is mine sun rising, she is the sea's tide, coming and arriving. She is the universe in mine eye's: she is the mind in which I think, she is the rose, the petal gold, the crowned queen distinct. She is the ancient, extinct; the treasure hidden, the extraterrestrial's searcheth for one as her, she's the angelic one, arrayed in yellow ink. She hast an halo, her hand's holes art from nail's, as tis I taketh her pain: in the rain for her smile once again. She's mine lover, amour', peace, comfort, best friend. She is the beginning, not end; for there shalt never be an ending with her: for an eternity we shalt abode. She is mine all, mine calling, mine wife;
Verily she is mine Earl Jane Nagley; verily she's mine life.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Samhain
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

On this Halloween children art given load's of sugary treat's,
Whilst demon's roam, spirit's unseen and unknown,
Lurk around each abode, across the street;

ii.

Whilst the innocent adolescent's art having the fun of their era
Satan bringeth down the land of the free;
Through "tradition" and terror.

iii.

Not knowing the mask's meaning, the small one's put on,
The babes weareth Satanic horn's, with cutsie adorn;
As the lamented art more than alive, just beyond the dawn.

iv.

As tis this land worship's darkness, not knowing it's own becoming; blindness cometh out on Halloween, the night of false fun and adult strange release, a night to worship the unliving, as whilst they enjoy it not knowing, whom or what they praise is the beast.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
As Americans not to many know the real meaning of Halloween..Halloween comes from Ireland Celtic's..., part of mine heritage the Irish...
As tis the word boogieman comes from mine own scottsman. They used to call it a boogie, or bad spirit in Scotland! As where Halloween comes from NOW in tradition with candy is that back in depression days 1930s children were acting nuts going around throwing rocks in buildings so on starting fires, stuff kid's should not be doing though I've done mine share of wrongs as a child lol and still am not perfect... Anyways to calm kids parents started making candy apple's like what there Is Now the candy apple with caramel and nuts... and other treats they made to keep kids who were doing wrong from doing more wrong.. So buying them off in other word's instead of watching their kid's lol.. As well where the treat idea even came from..one example back in the day long ago catholics ate a certain treat as people would go door to door asking for treats to eat for their loved one's departed soul.. They believed anyone who died in their family they thought might possibly be in purgatory they could eat these treats and pray for their loved ones in purgatory to get their loved brought into heaven, also the ancient Celtics had a festival celebrating the dead .... also a date to mark beginning of winter for them,The festival observed at this time was called Samhain (pronounced Sah-ween). It was the biggest and most significant holiday of the Celtic year. The Celts believed that at the time of Samhain, more so than any other time of the year, the ghosts of the dead were able to mingle with the living, because at Samhain the souls of those who had died during the year traveled into the otherworld. People gathered to sacrifice animals, fruits, and vegetables. They also lit bonfires in honor of the dead, to aid them on their journey, and to keep them away from the living. On that day all manner of beings were abroad: ghosts, fairies, and demons--all part of the dark and dread.  Then Christians came up with something which made no sense as a Christian I think the Christians back then were major hypocrite's as we now know as no ones perfect but as a christian seeing the Christians made up a  day to combat the Celtics tradition..All Saints' Day, also known as All Hallows, Day of All the Saints,Solemnity of All Saints, or Feast of All Saints is a solemnity celebrated on 1 November by the Roman Catholic Church of Latin rite and various Protestant denominations, and on the first Sunday after Pentecost in Eastern Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy, in honour of all the saints, known and unknown. The liturgical celebration begins at Vespers on the evening of 31 October and ends at the close of 1 November. It is thus the day before All Souls' Day. Which is funny the only reason Christians did that back then was to compete with the Celts which isn't Christian at all,,actually very ignorant!!!! Ignorant from the fact the Catholics back then and Christian sects were doing there own worshiping the dead of their saints so on and Bowing to saints : as Christians are taught to not bow to statues, or worship idols, being called IDOLATRY. Anyways yes I used to love,Halloween As a kid.. What kid doesn't... Though it's funny we call this nation a christian nation, though nothing Christian of this land hardly, as so much hatred for Christianity is being seen Now,more than ever in world and American Christian rights being slaughtered out of schools so on..,and we wonder why the countries in shambles! Lol!!! Just the statement of this poem is its ironic we teach our children demons satan so on is bad here, while at the same time dressing up babes in devil horn's, and demonic masks, not realizing the masks they wear are based off of real demon's I literally battle daily being scratched by them quite often and taunted by them, as the world's all an most religion's agree on demon's,, its not some,myth, this is reality! One I and million's of other's deal,with daily, yet the nations children are dressed as such? What craziness and foolishness!!!! Worshiping a holiday for darkness not knowing hell lies,right beneath thy feet? Im sure the people who went to hell in thousands of accounts I read ( real,place mentioned by most all religion's) - " with real account's" .. I bet the people who have been to hell and back want nothing to do with this holiday as the people dont know what even a quote" fun tradition" represents, something very real. Not just a horror flick..thanks for reading!!! Lol know this one won't be popular based on " american tradition: though because its traditional doesn't mean its right... Seems the world forgot what right is and morality is.
brandon nagley Oct 2015
It seems the poorer man
Always writeth with word's
So rich;



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Her orient smile
Canst maketh a sick child
Walk if once was lame;

ii.

Tis she's wild
With an innocent smile
O' how heaven's untamed.

iii.

Her name's sweet Jane
A cherub of oriental flame;
She drive's me mad, crazy, insane in a good way.

iv.

Thence back to her smile
I jump back inside her aisle;
O' heaven is sweet,
O' how heaven is sweet in sweet Jane!!!



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Queen, O' Queen, thou art more than good enough,
Thou art mine life, in struggle's we wilt strive, we wilt survive the horned one's push; we art conjoined by ourn love, and stitched in by ourn kisses. We wilt maketh dream's cometh to reality, bypassing wisher's and wishes. Thou shalt cometh home from work, I shalt hath cleaned the house, fixed dinner: done the dishes. Taper's shalt be set, myrrh oil shalt be burning, Napkin's folded in place, the chicken over the fire shalt be turning. Ourn amour' shalt none more be faraway; we shalt be close, holding, kissing another, ourn anguish shalt decay. Mine Queen, O' dearest queen, I shalt wait; thou art not losing me, mine loyal empress of Asian sea's, I'm proud to be thy king, O' how happy I am with thee. Earl Jane Nagley: mine Filipino rose, and treat.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Her apparition with me
With me intertwined;
With me seeith
She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine.

ii.

Her specter is the atmosphere
Betwixt I cross on through;
The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking
For ourn amare is on the move.

iii.

We hath none shoe's
Ourn feet art bare and ****;
Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
The real me, the spiritual me, break's free
From mine corpse;
Stepping into reality.

A rushing sound filleth mine head
A popping sound, mine spirit's above mine body, aloft the ground; I'm dead.

I seeith the nurses, the doctor's art frantic
Mother's praying outside the door;
Father's nerves art shot, he's panicked.

I couldst heareth mother interceding to the lord
On mine own behalf, the operation was over;
Tis mine blood got cold and fast.

The scalpel was thrown into a glass
I heardst the surgeon's word's, we couldn't save him, we tried ourn best, I kneweth he didst all he can, he worked harder then the rest.

At that thought of mind, I shot through space and time,
In a tunnel I ended up in, mine sin's hadst crossed mine mind;
The wormhole I was in, was dark, at the end; a pinhole of light.

I felt none worry, distress, nor unease, I kneweth this was living, as I was floating, without walking nor running, an unseen presence carrying mine feet: I felt the calm and light warm me.

I hadst read of this, from mine Christian belief's, and the spiritual book's and video's I hadst studied; the other's account's were true of this tube, we move freely, towards the brightness with none toe's nor feet coming.

I ended up inside the light, it engulfed me, it taught me, this is where all wouldst be alright; I stood at a gate, not with Pearl's, but as other's saidst, Pearlescent by heavenly view and sight.

There were no demon's like at mine abode, no stress filled hour's, no Pain nor Human insight; I was met at the entryway by mine great grandmother whom hadst passed after me and mother left her side during her death.

Granny saidst Brandon " we hath been waiting for thee, I sawest generation's of mine kin; French, English, Scottish, Greeks, natives, swiss, Irishmen.

Mother's and father's side both, hadst known I was coming, their already aware, as the lord telleth them there, the time and dates of their loved one's succumbing.

I was overjoyed, none word's to slip mine tongue, here I was an adolescent of knowledge, though all I wouldst learn in big sum's;
I kneweth this was safety, rest, peace, I felt with mine loved one's as one.

Mine kin stepped aside, the one I've begged for help was in mine vision, he hadst three robes, ivory white- with a purple sash, there were holes still in his hand's, though his beauty burned bright on his father God's behalf.

His eye's were as flame's, though his amour' was overwhelming, I felt mine body as a tuning fork, vibrating with his brightness, as if this was his second coming, the universe was seen through his core.

He grabbed mine shoulder, we walked farther in, I felt none sense of time,no age limit just a frame of mind; where the young and unborn were, as well as oldened in age, there was aloud none sin.

The messiah showed me the street's paved with literal gold, something unseen back on planet earth, a place where a river of life floweth from God's throne, everything's sharper, senses heightened, as well as sight, sound, feel, touch, taste. Holy grace.

Color's, tints, hue's, all loud, everything was alive, LIVING, I was aware of all,whilst I heardst angel's singing call's, they sung different song's, yet on Earth a million song's together wouldst be nonsense, this place the music all perfectly was fused.

There were mountain's, Hill's, real mansion's built, as if an acid trip back on earth we wouldst conjoin with the planet in a false trip; here this was what was, amazingly struck me how all was one, no illusion's like earthly drug induced fantasies, no if's, and's, why's, or because. Though question's flickered through me faster then I couldst speak.

Here there was no need to move mine Lip's, telepathically we knoweth all, no brain needed, none memory enhancer's, no need to speaketh with human Lip's, thought's talk back and forth, though by free will we canst use ourn mouth if desired.

Christ took me into mine creator's throne room, the amazing part is God and christ art one, no comprehension of that back on the blue globe, beneathe the sun; as God sat down on a tall structured seat.

A river of life flowing out of his feet, inside were seraph's, cherub's, a divine meet, Christ was on mine right side like another story of a man I hadst read, I was living, Christ interceded for me, I was far from dead.

Mine great architect spoke living word's from his mouth, he was pure light, not as if the bulb in thy house, he shined, gleamed,he was the reason the third heaven needed no sun nor moon.

He spoke to me , " Brandon mine son, thy work is not yet done, continueth in love, though go telleth more of mine forgiveness and grace, telleth man to love another, and to respect their whole race; as tis at that moment I turned to Christ next to me interceding, the lord christ cried next to me, we must remember Christ took human form on earth, tis he kneweth the feeling of bleeding.

At that moment I was out of God's sight, Christ took mine hand and body back into the tunnel light, I flashed shot like a bullet into that tube out of sight, mine great-grandmother took mine finger's and locked them, and took me back to mine carrion, I didst not want to go back though god spoke the day and dawn.

I felt as a glove mine soul slip back into that cold corpse, mine pastor I heardst around me praying with part of the church;
Mother held mine hand next to me, dad I listened to saying this he didst not deserve; at that moment mine eye's opened.

Mother didst not knoweth I saweth her praying outside of the room when I was out of mine body, she held me, felt me, a child again I felt. I sensed mother's love again, as I told mine mother granny saidst hello, and she's waiting for thou to, and I told dad that his father couldst breathe once again, his cancer's not in heaven, that dad's father was renewed.

As still earthly being's I kneweth mum and dad didst not yet understand all the thing's of the bible art true;
As tis when I left the hospital I thought of the one's waiting for me, generation's of family, as I was waiting for them to.

As tis the memory hit me
Of Christ's Tear's;
How he crieth like men
How he Hurt's when he seeith us turneth against him
How O' how I remembered freshly the hole's in his hand's and feet. He told me to touch them, as he didst to his disciples
I remembered how I bowed
To mine Christ
Mine savior,
I remembered god his father's strong word's
"Telleth man to love one another"
As tis men art forgetting the reason why we art here;
To love.
To love one another is God's purpose.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
1Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. 4And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.
John 14:1-3
brandon nagley Oct 2015
At the end of time
The rich man shalt be begging;
And the beggar shalt be
First in line.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
whithersoever thou goeth, Mine pneuma shalt follow.
In the eve where I shalt be, I'll be in the crypt of saint's, a seraphic place, where there's a pinpoint of light to engulf mine glowing face. I shalt leaveth thee an otherworldly trace, where third world grace is placed upon thine head. I shalt be living; not dead. Do not angst nor fret: I'm here mine pet. Followeth the scent of white roses I shalt leaveth thee: the petal's shalt gleam in stream's of everlasting life. Mine soulmate, mine wife, if tomorrow doth not arriveth for me; remember this life's just a passing to ourn eternal loving reality. Dear Jane, mine sweet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
pneuma is the vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.
whithersoever is archaic meaning old language for ( wherever)
Angst and fret means worry same thing pretty much.
Oct 2015 · 2.0k
Where is thy treasure?
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that ****, Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.

ii.

Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?

iii.

Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.

iv.

What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding ****...... Ding ****... Ring. Ring!!!!

Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Matthew 6:21 king James bible
brandon nagley Oct 2015
What is the price
Thou wouldst payeth for love;
Ask thyself that
And if thou wouldst payeth the price in blood.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Dear Mrs. Nagley

Oh my dearest mother-in-law,
Did Brandon my king write you?
I am in my utmost state of agitation,
I don’t know what to do, I’m going “non compos mentis”.


Did he left a letter for me before he go?
He said he’ll be in my arms for less than a week,
Oh my goodness it’s been more than 2 weeks!
Oh, this throe is burying me alive in my grave.


Mother-in-law, Oh, mother-in-law,
I am in extreme dejection,
Oh where is my soulmate, my king, my all?
Where is he, please tell me where is he.


Please assure me nothing bad happened,
Oh this eyes shed bucket of tears,
They’re swollen and I am so weary,
Please mother-in-law, tell me what’s going on.

Sincerely your daughter-in-law
Earl Jane Nagley
September 27th, 1876



(Mrs. Nagley's response letter)

Dearest daughter in law Jane........

He left over two week's ago, didst he not correspond?
Mineself either hath no way to knoweth;
I'm worried mineself, me and his father,
We hast not heard one word from ourn son, dearest daughter.

Do not fret Jane, maby mine son's cruise ship is late
If he doth get there, telleth him to write his mum;
I'm crying now from this stress, there art no word's to calm,
Me and his father heard a storm was coming in, I'm anxious.

We need to hath faith mine son wilt maketh it.
Maby the captain's running late, maby the ocean's shaking;
Mine baby is strong, as I prayest he mayest hold on to the thunderous lightning that's hitting the dawn, I want mine son.

Im on mine knee's now, begging God to bringeth him to thee
If he dost not maketh it to thee Jane, mine daughter and sweet;
I wouldst not knoweth what to do without thy king, mine son!
I'm beseeching Yahweh's mercy, mayest god protect his ship run.

Your Mother in law, Juna Nagley............
October 9th, 1876


ONE WEEK LATER MRS. NAGLEY WRITES ONE LAST LETTER TO HER DAUGHTER IN LAW JANE NAGLEY ON THE NEWS OF BRANDON........


Dearest daughter in law Jane.........

Me and mine husband hath received news on mine son, and thine king, I'm heartbroken to telleth thee, but the ship succumbed to the storm's ferocious sting; I prayed and begged to god, yet mine son no longer couldst cling, he passed at twenty-seven. The front half of the vessel broke into many pieces, the lightning struck the sail as tis all the men were flung west and east: Mine baby found some wood to grasp onto, though shark's were around, as ******* they made there move. He was taken by the man-eater's and sunk into the deep blue. O' how saddened I am, O' how I miss mine son, this ****'s mine soul and break's me in ways more than one...... Here is the letter mine son left when they found him floating by the blood of his vest.
Sincerely mom ...
October 16, 1876

( Brandon's letter to his wife Jane Nagley)

Dear amour', I canst not write thee much, mine limbs art bleeding out from the shark bites and cuts. Mine ship went down, as tis this is God's will, please if thou shalt get this letter please knoweth thou art mine queen, mine body shalt be renewed in the presence of the Lord's feet; thou art not losing me, remember? No goodbye's, if I'm to goeth now and if I'm to die, smileth for me lass, drieth thine eye's; I'll meeteth thee in the third celestial, i'll meet thee there.... By the pearly gate's. On cloud nine.

Thy king and soulmate, always and forever

Brandon Cory nagley........
September 23rd, 1876........




©Brandon nagley \Earl Jane Nagley duo
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Hari-reyna incorporated
This is a duo me and mine queen Earl Jane Nagley wrote together.... Its a poem about me going off on a ship to go to the Philippines to see Jane..! And Jane writes mine mother because she's worried because mine ship didint make it to her... So Jane writes mine mother ( Jane's part is her writing mine mother) mine part is me playing mine mother.. And I also play part of me writing mine last letter to Jane while dying holding onto piece of wood. Kind of like titanic in a way,.. Enjoy,,,
brandon nagley Oct 2015
(Earl Jane Nagley)

i.

My sweetest king,
I am here waiting for you,
I clasp on to our love.

ii.

All my life I’ve been searching for you,
Now I have you in my arms,
I’ll never let you go.

iii.

Don’t be weary my love,
Let my love kiss your fears away,
My warmth as assurance I’ll stay.

iv.

My eyes wander in the skies,
As my heart shouts your name,
I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet.

v.

Oh my darling,
No matter how long it will take,
I’ll take all risk, just to be with you.

vi.

So soon my soulmate,
Our patience in love will be rewarded,
We’ll be together, forever.

vii.

When we’ll meet,
I’ll enclose you tight,
Nothing will ever take us apart.

(Brandon Nagley)

viii.

Mine saccharine select
I'm here mine pet;
I grasp thy breath.

ix.

All mine day's
I've groaned in pains;
Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace.

x.

Now thou art here
Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's;
For comfort hast given me a home in thee.

xi.

O' love, lover, queen
O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet;
Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity.

xii.

If it takes a thousand light year's
Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near;
As tis eternity I wilt be with thou.

xiii.

On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room,
Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon.

xiv.

We shalt meeteth
O' we shalt meeteth;
And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.




©Brandon Nagley \Earl Jane Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry \Hari-Reyna incorporated
Oct 2015 · 691
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brandon nagley Oct 2015
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©BRANÐ㊉N NAGLEҰ
©L㊉NES㊉ME P㊉EŦS P㊉EŦRҰ
Oct 2015 · 1.3k
Edgar allan poe quote;
brandon nagley Oct 2015
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';
Hɛɑѵɛɳʆy tɦѳu ɑʀt
Witɦ cѳɳcѳʀɗ gɑʆѳʀɛ.

ii.

I ʆѳѳkɛtɦ Բѳʀwɑʀɗ
Tѳ tɦɛ tɦiɳg'ร iɳ รtѳʀɛ;
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
Jɑɳɛ, ɳѳt ѳԲ tɦiร wѳʀʆɗ.

iii.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ pɛʀԲɛctiѳɳ
O' gѳɗʆy cѳɳԲɛctiѳɳ;
Miɳɛ upwɑʀɗ tuɳɳɛʆ
Tѳ Gѳɗ'ร ɗiʀɛctiѳɳ.

iv.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';





©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ Nɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ ʝɑɳɛ Nɑgʆɛy ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ)
Concord in archaic terms means agreement or harmony between people or groups as I have an agreement of perfect love with jane (:::
Confection word I used in poem means ...a dish or delicacy made with sweet ingredients!!!
Galore means - an abundance of,something!!!!
Oct 2015 · 650
Below lies the brimstone
brandon nagley Oct 2015
I feelest the thunderstorm rolling in
As tis death is catching up with me;
The waves of brimstone, coldness and the depth of the dark sea
Awaiteth me below mine unworldly feet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
ɨ.

Sɛaʀċɦɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ɨռtɛʀɨօʀ O' ʍɨɢɦtʏ ċʀɛatօʀ
Mɨռɛ ʍaʟaɖʏ ċօʍɛtɦ օռ stʀօռɢ;
Wɦɛռ tɦɛ sʊռsɛt ɦast ċօʍɛtɦ aռɖ ɢօռɛ
Mɨռɛ ʊռċtɨօռ ɨs ռօt ċʟօsɛ, tɨs I ռɛɛɖɛtɦ ɦɛʀ tɦɛ ʍօst.

ɨɨ.

Mɨռɛ ҡɨɖռɛʏ's aʀt racked աɨtɦ քaɨռ
Tɦɛ ʀɛɖ ʄʀօʍ tɦɨs tɦʀօat քօʊʀs օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ;
I ռɛɛɖɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟօʋɛʀ, ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ,
Mɨռɛ օռʟʏ, ʍɨռɛ ɦօքɛ, ʍɨռɛ աatċɦɛʀ aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ.

ɨɨɨ.

O' ʟօʀɖ, ʍaռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ tօ ɮʊsʏ աɨtɦ ʍatɛʀɨaʟ ʟɨʋɨռɢ
Pʟɛasɛ ҡɛɛքɛtɦ ʍɛ ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ aռɖ aʟɨʋɛ, tօ ɦɛʀ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟ I'ʍ ɢɨʋɨռɢ; sɦɛ I ɢɨʋɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ɮօռɛs, ʋɛɨռ's, aռɖ tɦaռҡsɢɨʋɨռɢ.
Tօ ɦɛʀ I աaɨtɛtɦ ʊքօռ O' aʀċɦɨtɛċt, ʍɨռɛ աaɨtɨռɢ ɨs քaɨռɨռɢ.

ɨʋ.

Caռst I sɛɛɨtɦ ɦɛʀ sօօռ ʄatɦɛʀ, I ɢɨʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ aʟʟ I ɦast
Mɨռɛ ɖʀօք's օʄ ɮʟօօɖ, ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦʏ ɦօʟʏ ċʊք, ʝʊst tօ sɛɛɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass;
I'ʍ aռɢʊɨsɦɛɖ, ʄaʍɨshed, ռօt ɦɛaʀɨռɢ ʍɨռɛ ċɦɛʀʊɮ's ɢօɖɖɛss ʋօɨċɛ
I ɢɨʋɛtɦ ʍɛ, tօ sɛɛɨth ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ, ɛʋɛռ ɮʏ ʍɨռɛ ɖɛatɦ, I'ʟʟ ҡɨss ɦɛʀ ʍօɨst.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Poem reads as this if you can't read font....

i.

Searcheth mine interior O' mighty creator
Mine malady cometh on strong;
When the sunset hast cometh and gone
Mine unction is not close, tis I needeth her the most.

ii.

Mine kidney's art racked with pain
The red from this throat pours over again;
I needeth mine lover, mine queen,
Mine only, mine hope, mine watcher and dream.

iii.

O' lord, man hath been busy with material living
Please keepeth me breathing and alive, to her mine soul I'm giving; she I giveth mine bones, vein's, and thanksgiving
To her I waiteth upon O' architect, mine waiting is paining.

iv.

Canst I seeith her soon father, I giveth thee all I hast
Mine drop's of blood, inside thy cup, just to seeith mine lass;
I'm anguished, famished, not hearing mine cherub's goddess voice
I giveth me, to seeith mine queen, even by mine death, I'll kiss her moist.


Unction is an ointment for healing.....
Malady is a disease of ailment....
Paining same as painful or pain!!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

O' mine filipino beloved.
How mine heart aches, and these bones shaketh without thine essense of interweb hug's;
Mine tear's, there hath been plenty.Without the sound of thy voice, mine ears hast been itchy.

ii.

When I layeth down to slumber mine dear.
Just knoweth i cut and print out thy picture's- plastered them to mine wall, to feeleth thou were near;
For if it takes a whilst to seeith thee again mine pet,
Please knoweth again we shalt be one abode, an amour' we shant forget.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ~filipino rose~
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Daily do I dieth
Daily do I;
I do.

ii.

Daily do I dieth
Daily for me;
Daily for thou to.

iii.

Daily tis I dieth
When I canst only speaketh with thee but for a moment;
Daily do I dieth without thee mine muse.




Brandon nagley
Lonesome poets poetry
Earl Jane Nagley Dedication ( Filipino Rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Tis, she is
That lost artwork that hangeth on display;
In the supernal supernatural museum of the creator's stage.
              
              ii.

               Tis, she is
               That lost sculpture mankind hath overlooked;
               In the hall of cherub's and serpahim book's.

iii.

Tis, she is I
As I am her, we art not separate, we art fused together;
From a otherworldly dimensional world.

              iv.

               Tis, we art from the palace
               Filled with the water of life, in a flowing chalice;
               None ill-will nor malice, just a palisade of intimacy.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
Sane poet, Crazy world
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Us poet's art the sane one's
The rest of the world;
Is insanity.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 2015 · 679
Love or love not
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Thou knowest nothing
Until thou art ready
To dieth for love;

Until then
Thou knoweth not
What love is.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Bringeth me closer to mine love.

ii.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Telleth Jane I'll be looking from above.

iii.

Tonight
O tonight;
I prayeth to seeith mine empress in mine sleep.

iv.

Tonight
Wherein it's mine soul;
She doth keep.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 2015 · 526
Even though....
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Even though
we hath not talked much in the past  few day's;
i still tasteth thy taste
and pictureth thy face.

ii.

Even though lately
i hath not heard thy voice;
It Ring's in mine head
awaken's me with sound so choice.

iii.

Even though
it might be a whilst since again we canst talk;
ill be waiting for thee mine queen, if thou wilt wait for me
im not leaving anywhere, i belongeth to thee only......

For im forever Your's........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 2015 · 600
Fauna, Flower`s, and love..
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Fauna to surround
the flower built fence.


ii.

Nature aloft
to the ground;
an abode heavensent.

iii.

We shalt combine
as star's;
from the cumulus.

iv.

I shalt dress thee
in Yellow daisies;
when we meeteth at Yahweh's bench.

v.

As tis we were meant
for ourn eye's to connect only;
As children we shalt loveth, as babes we shalt be.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley Dedication-Filipino rose
Oct 2015 · 1.4k
Never to leave
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Even in mine sickness
im never to leaveth;
When this breath exit's mine lung's, and i do not overcometh, the grave that swalloweth me.

When these eye's reacheth to the sky
and thus mine heart seemeth to fail;
I wilt be waiting for thee by the Luzon bay, in celestial white detail.

In these darkly hour's
I canst sense heaven and hell;
though I am never to leaveth thee mine Jane, for we were long ago ordained, for the eternity of ourn holy grail.

I shalt forever be an adherent, next to thy seraphim shoulder's;
Even in mine dying, I wilt ameliorate thy crying, as ourn amour' will forever be warm, even in mine death whilst mine skin goeth colder.

O' I am never to leaveth thou:
Mine soulmate jane,
in life and death we shalt be, forever to loveth.
O' forever I wilt loveth thee.
sorry queen jane cant really write much as you know mine situation queen. As to all others im dealing with alot health wise so on so cant really like poems for now plz forgive me. And im on old flip phone not using tablet so harder for me. Sorry all. Miss all of you. Especially you me queen jane nagley. Love you baby so much....
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Dear Jane Sardua Nagley;

Hello dear queen, I just wanted to write you a love letter just in case anything is to happen to me. I'm trying not to sound nor be a pessimistic being mine love, though with all the health issues I have going on right now and worries on mine mind,it's truly hard to be positive. When daily ( literal demon's attack me) as they do you mentally and emotionally and me physically spiritually and in all form's, ( as who cares if others believe in that or not!!!) As tis you have seen the proof physically and what happened with us the one time face talking on Skype. The breathing coming through the line. Yeah as you and I more than know!!! Anyways what I'm writing to say is though things haven't been most positive for me health wise and things im dealing with as you are dealing with alot; The true positivity that I do have is you Jane. YOU!!!! Yeah I said it queen. YOU ( mine soulmate), YOU ( mine life) YOU ( mine all) YOU ( Mine love) YOU ( mine air) YOU Earl Jane Sardua ( Nagley)!!!!!!! See you always say to me that you don't do enough for me, that you say you aren't good enough for me, that I deserve better is what you tell me.... And that you are worthless you say at times...... !!!!!! Jane nagley!!!! LISTEN TO ME OK? Loll... You ARE MORE THAN WORTHY OK? MORE THAN!!!!! You are PERFECT!!!!! MORE THAN!!!! You are ****!!!! MORE THAN!!!! You are the positivity that surrounds me!! You are gods light and his messenger to me!!! I don't even deserve someone so spotless and beautiful and pure and angelic and amazing!!!! And someone so godly beautiful inside and out Jane!!!! Your inside is more than wonderful and attractive!!! And glowing!!!! Why do you think all people circle around you Jane? *** there's a bonfire!? Lol NO!!!! Because you are bright and a light and everyone from here to heaven can see that!!!! People adore you!!! God cherishes you!!!! I want,need, yearn, and desire only YOUUUUUU!!!! Not thy friend's, not noone here not noone anywhere!!! There's one queen who owns me and who I'm with and need and want hear me yet! Listening? Lol the Queens name is earl Jane nagley!!!! it's YOU!!!! Noone else YOU I'm in mad love with!!! and I don't care who doesn't like us.. And I don't care who sees our love!!! Because our love is something others wished they'd have yet do not!! Yet I pray others can find a love like our's!!! Because I've never been so happy in mine life!!! I've never known love before, fact is as I told you!!! Before you I reached out for any quote ( love and affection I can get) ànd I was never truly loved!!! I never truly felt love from anyone nor did I actually ever love anyone else!!! It was out of lonesomeness I reached out to others!!! Because as human beings we reach out in our loneliest hour's, as the amazing part I told you I cried and prayed to God even with others to send me mine real true soulmate!!! One who will love me for me and me inside and me for mine mistakes and faults I have because I'm far from perfect as you say im some perfect being haaa! lol.... But you know how amazing God is Jane? See people always question God asking him why isn't their prayers answered by him? And why isn't he listening to them.. Or hear them? He does hear us. and alot of times God gives us the ànswers back right in front of us and we don't even know it or he'll give his answer not the way we want it meaning not on our own time but his and not always the way we want our prayers answered.. As I kept praying for years as many do and pretty much gave up!!! Then after I got out of prison in mine loneliest lowest time!!! That's when it happened SLAP BAM!!!! On mine doorstep!! Mine angel God sent me!!! The soulmate I learned for years.. Since before mine birth was sent to me Jane. The one who's look's mind soul spirit and voice hair eyes lips thinking all I ever wanted... YOU!!!! And you are always so afraid I'm going to leave you because you feel I deserve better and that you aren't good enough? Are you kidding me? YOU are MORE than worthy and good enough, and I'm never leaving the answer to mine prayer that God finally gave me!!!! Even in death I shall find you... We will meet in this life no matter how long it takes and no matter if we can't talk for a while at times.. I'm NOT leaving you mine Filipino rose!!!!! I'm going nowhere Jane!!!!! I'm so happy with you, I've never known happiness until you fell from the heaven's!!!! You are mine only peace other than God!!! You are mine comfort, best friend, soulmate, mine lover, mine ALL!!! and this is a letter for all to see to bend on mine knee's for mine queen, in front of your throne: to tell you....

THANK YOU FOR SAVING MINE LIFE
FOR LOVING ME
for doing all for me noone else has or ever could....
You are me
I am thee.
I'll forever Love you earl Jane nagley
And honestly daily mine love grows for you.. Dont know how when I'm already madddddddd for you!!! Lol this hearts gonna pop because I love you sooo much and I wanted all to see this to show you that you are worth more than anything on earth!! You are many other's angel to not just me!!!!
Especially mine!!!!!!
And mine other half
Mine half
Me period
As I am you.. ..
You are me!!!!


With love forever and always
Your king
And soulmate and lover.....

Brandon Cory nagley





©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) soulmate
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Verily
I sayest;
Verily tis true,
Mine dearest queen Jane
For thee mine amour' is true.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

I saidst "I do" beloved Jane
Before thou was born;
I watched thee at creation
Next to the Creator I was allured.

ii.

He asked me if I liked
The soulmate he hadst picked;
He saidst is an autochthonous alright?
He saidst thou were queen, a piece of heaven, the angelic mix.

iii.

God questioned me, is dusk hair fine with thee?
What about her diamond chocolate eye's, and her body from the sea; is tan sand skin OK? And is her frame just as thou wilt like? Wilt thou desire to liveth with her the rest of day's, eternal life?

iv.

At that moment I fell upon mine knee's, because everything was alright as I've seen, inside and out I loved all, tis I was more than pleased: the lord hadst given me the third heaven's cherub, the other half to the missing piece, thou art happiness, thou art peace.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
An autochthonous means -
(of an inhabitant of a place) indigenous rather than descended from migrants or colonists.
Oct 2015 · 3.4k
Poetry junkies
brandon nagley Oct 2015
When a poet taketh a pen
And writeth a stanza or line;
It's as if we're junkies
Shooting dope, getting high.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Into her oriental soul I crept
Quiet and cozy into her warm nest;
She grabbed me by the tie
Unfastened mine vest;
Released all mine unease
Freed me from disease,
Gaveth me a plate
And filled all of me.

ii.

She beckoned mine being
O' Brandon mine king;
She whispered, she glimmered
With a wave of starry mink.
Hypnotized I was, whilst in her presence
I kneweth she was mine, whilst in mine state of evanescence.

iii.

Her islander essence
Dripped through the phone;
Her voice, her speech, her laugh, her tone.
She was the one, mine blood, spirit, and home;
I'll dieth for her today, and again tommorrow if thou doth not knoweth, for her do I groweth: in limelight connection.
She is mine path, mine whole- and other half,
She is God's apostle to me, tis she's mine purified direction.
She is mine Queen, empress, Earl Jane nagley mine bliss, the ultimate ressurection.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Albeit I'm here
And thou art there;
Many mile's from eachother
Yet still ourn endearment shalt not decrease.

ii.

I am thine own
Thou art mine;
No need to worry mine darling
I'm thine own forever, not a lease.

iii.

Agone juncture's
Of mine second's and minute's of sorrow's;
Art now gone mine treasure
Looketh forward toward's the morrow.

iv.

Interval's shalt pass
With times we both art to busy;
But at the end, when the sunshine bend's
I'll still be waiting for thee mine queen, mine hunny.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Albeit isn't used anymore it just means although in archaic tongue...
Agone means past....
Juncture is a particular point in events or time..
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
How true these words are today for politicians as really this is old prophetic scripture to me only if Dylan really knew his words would ring more true today than in the sixties the words
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’...
Theres a battle outside and its ragin. And it will shoon shake their windows.. Ha yes it definitely will as the world will feel what's going to come!!! How truth
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Awakest
She summoned me from mine crypt;
Her honey saliva awoke me
From her lively lip's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Mine pet;

When coming to America, I shalt showeth thee
All fifty states, of the United States
Mine queen....

Alabama; Down south, the place of the little river canyon national reserve, at the top of lookout mountain, where bird's canst be heard.
Alaska; A place far out west, a wild domain, a place untamed, where thou canst let out thy wildness.
Arizona; a place of ourn beloved poet ( soul survivor) a native American land, where cacti run the land's, and dirt is bright red.
Arkansas; To hot spring's national park, where beauty canst be seen in the dark, and soaked in through the warm bubbled water.
California; A place redwood tree's and Sequoia's, a land for the strange, and weird thing's, where all cometh together.
Colorado; where mine oldest brother liveth, where the crystalline water as a drink it giveth, and the *****'s peak highly amour'.
Connecticut; A place of Eastern sandshores, where we canst walketh in ourn galore, holding hand's, I'll sayeth me more!!!
Delaware; Delmara peninsula where we canst seeith awe-shocking elegance, where we canst travel in all remembrance.
Florida; thither mine middle brother's terra firma, a place of alligator's, swamp's, ocean waves, surfer's and hot sun drop's.
Georgia; The place where slave's fought hard, Atlanta city, a big place of life, fast and slow.where rich men go to liveth large.
Hawaii; Tropical island like thy own, not connected to the mainland though, swaying tree's like thy own, heavenly splendor.
Idaho; Where we canst get the best potatoes, I'll make them mashed, with gravy, chicken and tomatoes, I'll feed thee good.
Illinois; Where the huge city of Chicago sit's, large skyscraper's, and city bliss. Where the water sparkles the view.
Indiana; Marengo Cave National Landmark, where we canst sneak inside the cave's, then to Indianapolis, to wander through the shade.
Iowa; To Pikes Peak state park, where the Mississippi and Wisconsin river's meet to start, a beautiful picture indeed.
Kansas; Off to Rock City, an odd place where two-hundred boulders rest, then to Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center to explore a place of knowledge, learning of the new, and happiness.
Kentucky; To Mammoth Cave National Park, in strangeness we shalt walk the dark, with lantern's to carry ourn shadow's.
Louisiana; Also the well known area of New orlean's, where jazz music doesn't stop and the people art it's scene. Where people overcometh!!!!
Maine; To get some of the best seafood around, the eastern wind shalt bloweth us around, as love thou shouldst bring a coat dear.
Maryland; Where Edgar Allen poe was born, where the Raven sung and mourned, though the sunshine shines it's people.
Massachusetts; The land of Many Irishmen and fishermen, settling thee down in Boston, where the accent of the easterly go loudly.
Michigan; The state just above me, they haveth natural lake's and the chill is breezed, the soul's art kind, and people dream, their alive.
Minnesota; where the snow piles to thy ride, the whitened picture is Christmas to thy eye's, as thou wilt need to dress warm.
Mississippi; Deep down south, where the language changes, word's art more southern and slang it clingeth, onto thy lip's.
Missouri; First to the St. Louis arch, it bend's to the sky and is six hundred and twenty five feet from thy heart, as high we shalt view.
Montana; Western freedom, wherein nature is painted, horses roam, thing's aren't tainted, guileless and natural.
Nebraska; Betwixt the corn stalks and field's, farmer's work hard and people art real, as hard work like thy country is known.
Nevada; To Las Vegas the desert Oasis, light's art big, as room's art spacious, different is here with a million face's, gambler's taketh their chances.
New Hampshire; Near Lake Winnipesaukee, a sensible area where being's doeth their best, eastward again, bringeth hot dress.
New Jersey; To Atlantic City on the boardwalk, a place of tales and beach defined walk, sunshined day's where lingo talk's, and the traveling shalt be sweet.
New Mexico; Dusty native land, the dirt is grained, the pinnacles of silence is maintained, by God's still voice.
New York; Aka- The big apple, where immigrant's once cameth through, immigrant's as me thou and you. Meaning were all the same.
North Carolina; Blue Ridge *****'s peak the entry, ancient places here art serene, tranquil relaxing is here mine queen!!!
North Dakota; farther again out west, talk to the Indian's to get the best, they'll giveth thee information to inform the rest.
Ohio; Mine state, the heart of the country, I mean by it's shape, were surrounded by all, we sit on a lake, we hath cornfield's, barn's, southern Hill's, northern star's, kind folk's and fancy cars, mixed with great stores for shopping, as I'll buyeth thee as much as thy heart canst be enlarged.
Oklahoma; Indigenous territory, creatures art relaxed, no need for no hurry.
Oregon; Where tree's groweth big, rainfall is the normal, and wild children art the kid's, beautiful scenery is blossoming mist.
Pennsylvania; On the eastern edge of the Appalachian Top's, green none make believe, the quietness is beauty, a part of God!!!
Rhode Island; To Providence we canst seeith the zoo's, nightlife, the calmness, where all's right.
South Carolina; One of mine favorite vacation spot's, to Myrtle Beach where jellyfish teach, where thy feet shouldst go, and the hotel's art perfect and cheap.
South Dakota; Another land of chief's and old stories, Onward to Sioux Falls, where the rapids cometh down, where there is no certain way's nor man's law's.
Tennessee; A place of perfect hospitality, and gentle babies art nicely southern sweet.
Texas; Everything here is double in size, food is big, and the cattle is alive, rodeo gamers and beaches to thy surprise, and it's hot as thou art used to.
Utah; Rose red desert rock's, stream's art blue and sand is hot, a painting here in starstruck dot's, an oldened place to wander.
Vermont; Thing's art clean, a little expensive, a place where dream's art not invasive, as the land lives up to its purpose.
Virginia; Thither where mine mum's dad is from, back to the green kingdom, as if hobbits lived here in this splendorous gem, prepossessing to the eye.
Washington; Westlerly Pacific ocean waves, the sea is roaring with its blaze. The prominence is open in the haze.
West Virginia; The other place where grandpa grew up, above Virginia, the same pretty much, green trail's to set the moon.
Wisconsin; wherein lies the finest cheese, O' how delicious to thee it shalt be, thou shalt loveth the bite, and sting, of the milk thou craveth.
Wyoming; Open, large, relic, far, distance is key here and the plain is hard, though all of this worth the comfort thou shalt get.
This is mine country mine love,
Welcome to the United States;
Mine pet.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Queen;

This is a gratitude letter, to telleth thee, I'm blessed with thou,
Mine beloved, mine cherub, mine lifeblood;
Mine queen.

Sovereign;

God hath given me a ladder, I've climbed high past upward lantern's, past the entryway of spiritual pattern's;
Mine amour'.

Empress;

Stop thinking that I wilt leaveth, thou art more worthy than thou believeth, don't let the devil to thee deceiveth, this soul to thee I giveth.

Monarch;

On the street's, or in the park, in the shade, day, night and dark, in me thou liveth, in me thou lighteth a spark, forever, eternal.....
Love.............




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 2015 · 5.8k
Normal soulmate worrying
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Distant lover's
Both overworrying that the other lover wilt leaveth;
That's me and mine Jane, that's amour', tis were soulmates.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication- Filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She is not just a woman, or just some mere creation to me.

Seeith, she hast a halo, fulsome and rapturous in highest degree.

Seeith, doth thou friend; her eye's as a muffled jungle panther;

They dance the uncultivated bush, the wind here is her laughter.

Cool, it bloweth upon thine sweltered cheek's, she's unseen;

Like a dream, she is the shelter every forager desires to keep.

I'm hidden amongst the shrub, dying to taketh a peek;

I want to catch a glimpse of her, in all her amour', her taste, fine;

Her spirit is mine, one of a kind, a dining shine, whilst the moon,

In ourn room, she clutches mine anatomy, O', how I'm so happy.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose
Was falling deep into her slumber;
I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state
I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake.

ii.

In the midst of this hallucinatory reality
I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality;
The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me
Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ?

iii.

As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font
From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream?

iv.

Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last;
As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine.

v.

Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's;
The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called?

Ivi.

Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
True story... While between sleep and awake while watching Jane sleep last evening, the words loud yet soft spoken said to me
( Brandon, do you wanna come home? Or are you ready to come home but I think first thing I said... Lol then after the words do you wanna come home.... In a singing different angelic song they sung... TO JESUS CHRIST!!!! Wowww that woke me up from mine intermediate sleep loll umm honestly not ready to go back yet yes do wanna be in heaven now and escape this horrible world.. But I have so much more to change about me and help more people out and do stuff with mine queen Jane like meeting her so definitely not ready yet though as anyone should know... It's not up to us when we wanna go back home always or die... As our dear poet Ernest knew .. When God wants us he takes us plain and simple.... I know even when I get into that cycle of sleep when happens every soo often even stuff like that doesn't happen... I deeply believe one of mine protectors whether a family member or an angel most likely one or the other asked me last night that question in mine sleep.. Then that singing came in angelic and I was awake after lolll so yeah... Always pay ATTN.. as angels and demons more than exist.. Demons I
especially know much about being literally ( physically attacked) by them daily...  For those who wanna scoff and mock really don't care I've shown Jane this while talking with her one minute next I'll show her fresh scratch big and long on mine body! Or wherever they scratch... It's a constant thing... Why you ask? Demons hate hate hate see anything to do with Christ and Christs father... Especially Christ.. Though I sage mine house alot as does !mum.. And pray alot for Christ to make them go then they always leave.. They hate hearing his name.. They don't care to hear any other name that you might call on.. Noone else will protect you.. But they know Christ is the only one.. The PROTECTOR!!! And hate it when you say his name then they leave.... Thanks for reading..
hypnagogic state- means the place between sleep and wake.. Like paralysis in a way...
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Settle me down
Tuck me in;
Kiss mine cheek
Put me to bed.

ii.

Closeth thy lid's
Then I'll closeth mine;
Goodnight mine Jane
Seeith thee in the morn'

iii.

Goodnight
O' here cometh the sun;
Awake, awake,
Mine chosen one.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( pookie)
brandon nagley Oct 2015
ii.

Sampaguitas to fragrance her mane
She whispereth sir Brandon;
Mine husband
Mine king.

ii.

I layeth down the counterpane
frankincense and myrrh aligned;
Tea candles surrounding ourn jungle
Of a bedspread romantic design.

iii.

Tis we loseth, track of all time
She sloweth her breathing, I singeth for her, she smiles and sayeth it's pleasing; ourn heart's steadily yet quickly beating, as if we were drunkened off of lover's delight divine.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose )
Sampaguitas are beautiful Arabic flower's but also the name is Filipino and grows in the Philippines and is a beautiful miniature rose looking flower so beautiful..
Mane is thick hair...
counterpane is like a blanket..
Oct 2015 · 3.2k
We art soulmates!!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She knoweth what I'm going to sayest
Before I sayest it;

She understandeth mine heart and pain
Before mine blood displayeth it;

She layeth me to sleep
When I get sleepy;

She layeth her head virtually upon mine chest
When I'm in weeping;

She Whisper's she loveth me
Before I canst speaketh it back;

When I'm on the wrong road, losing direction to mine soul,
Her and God get me back on track;

When I feeleth lonesome
She filleth up that lonesomeness;

When the anguish get's noisome
She giveth me her all, her best.

Earl Jane nagley is mine soulmate
Tis I'm more than blessed;

We art both preordained, from the beginning, eternal flame's
We art life, life is us, we art soulmates.
Indeed......

We art soulmates!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) soulmate of mine
©Hari and Reyna incorporated
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Plush gadget men, strapped with rounded green circular things, pig's of high class weapon. Mustard seed, to ghastly. Their deed's ***** and satire flaming. Guillotine wagon's to be put into FEMA cache camp's, the 200 million man army to cometh, a false prophet to bloweth mind's, wherein crime wilt seemeth as a prize to the suckling babies.. Rat's and scabies to infest the white pillar mansion! **** thy cigarette's and fathom, what thy blue bowling ball couldst hath been. Calleth it greenhouse gas, I sayeth get out the gas mask's and survive the fan flying ship's!! Martial law to be given as commandment's, citizens shalt turneth ****, normal wilt be blood running down thy alleyway signs reading (STOP) the red paint to be the mark of the martyr's, desolate and slaughtered. The day wilt be shorter, as night to colden longer. Suicide vests to be strapped to the terrorist chest, as mothers turneth against brother's, and sister's against father's! Heart's wilt faulter the man's conscious thinking, the skeleton's wilt be stinking, as the maggot's of hell doth rise ... New age Rome to collapse as a domino on grandma's stove. À triumphant death, the devil wilt smile, until his days art outnumbered by the chariot riders, of Jehovah's miracle Mile..........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
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