A standstill!!!!

The planet's spinning out of control!!!

Mistaken identities are non friendly!!!

A false temple shalt be erected
The saviors ressurected
For didn't thou heareth?

No more sadness
No more tears
To famish a costly spirit!!!

Open murderer's
Wilt **** with a smile
The land of the old
And persecution's trials

Wilt shake!!!!!

Trembled cake!!!

No layers of good taste!!!

A volcanic comeback
For all to see,
As the fish and the trees
Come to their boil!!!!!

From mine rib
She was created
By pastlife
We were related
By marriaged lovers I mean
Its not screenplay
But a place thats all corporeal
She stole mine heart
And for her I'll always feel!!

Pacifist conquest, how I respect thy angel fall, for you've made clothes thy home, and gifts thy god?
Bleaque futures I see up ahead, where the living meet the dead, and trust me! They do strange things!!!
I feel thy sting queen of 2000's!!! For thou were knitted into demonous skies as me,
Set me free!! Arch arked angel, for thy brightness had gone unspangled long ago to sick minded men,
Wilt thou let me in? Where doth thine house of love rescind?

This is just a quick note to hellopoetry site:

Don't know if anyone else noticed this on this site but as for me certain peoples notifications aren't popping up on me page... Though when I look at poem by itself I can see the person liked it yet I'm not seeing it in notification.. Also I noticed when I type peoples name in the search box it won't even show some of them in search box to even find! Though when I see them on one of the poems they liked of mine and click on their picture it takes me to their page?? Mmm something strange going on with this site??.and its shut down four times Maby more last four days .??? Hmm weirdly strange to me h.p weirdly strange lol... Oh and last thing I have to keep hitting the follow button for people for some reason this site keeps making us all hit follow on same people as I've had to do and someone else brought to me why did she have to hit follow on me. When she thought she was following me? Yeah lol


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!

This convalescence eases on slowly,
Coy acuteness craves the longing contentment!!
No resentment, as I walk high heel to booted lace!!!

Creditor, to whom Didst thou pay thine debt?
Or is thy debt still owed?

Curiosity is crowched beneathe the delinquency of fendid demagogues!!
Mortar of temples and synagogues,
You chief cornerstone!!!
You guru with no  home,

Curvature of decadence delineates your demeaning haste,
Open up taste the taste, and heed thy view!!!

A must programmed to turn muteable,
A mourner for me and you.

Omniscient angels raistheth me above the mountains peaks,
Where the strange instruments are observable,
And lovers are loveable,

As your kin she will be to be more than distraction!!!!

Poetic,
Thy beak can speak words of sensual charm,
But canst thou speak of what's to cometh?
Poetic,
Thy words do flow and run,
As a waterfall, tumbling hummus!!
Poetic,
Thou canst shape lives by thy wittled crippled fingers,
Yet canst thou show thy action? Like thy hero's and singers?
Poetic,
Thou canst bringeth life to thy surroundings,or death to thy foes,
Yet wilt thou giveth all thou haveth from thy back? Or steal poor men's troves!!!
Poetic,
Thineself can waketh one to splendor,or putteth them to sleep,
But cans't thou heareth them? Rub their bones when their weak?
Poetic
Poetress
Poets
Tis I do believe!!
With thy words,
Thine self could make seeds to eternal beautitude,
Or everlasting damnation!!!!

I'm a stoic,
For mine words art mine action's!!!

Art thy own?
Poetic.....

Dear grave keeper if today mine heart is to expire
Telleth mine mi amour'
I haveth a hundred more poems for her in the top drawer,
By the Cologne and incense attire...

Dear grave digger if today mine soul doth leave
Please telleth me amare
I was always there
Tis for her in heaven ill be watching
As tis mine love for her wilt forever be...

Dear midnight caretaker if right now mine skin frails
Telleth mine rose
Mine love was unlike any she's known
For she doth knoweth
It was on a different scale.....

Dear mortician if mine eye's do close
Tell her I wanted to marry her
And us to be adorned
In angel form
And black and white robes

Dear undertaker if this is the last time I writeth
Please telleth mine Spanish queen
She was mine dream,
Reality,
Amare
Amour
Mine only girl
Please telleth her sir.....

To meet me again
In that same cloud
The one around her moon...
On cloud number nine
In ourn special room.. .

Canst thou telleth for me sir.  ???

Thanks...
Brandon cory nagley .....



© Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Abroad the mystical veil, neath me and mine queen's feet, firmament of wonder, a singing Nightingale. The Ring nebula, an escort in the ample ether;  none weather, to defeat ourn handheld excursion. Across we cameth, to an unlikely diversion; a black hole ******* the innard's of anything to it's course. Nothing couldst escape it, I hadst to saveth mine Reyna; I threweth mine rose to the side; the whirl pool galaxy, I jumped inside the abyss, none remorse. Tis, I hadst to protect her, from the unholy beast, it needed sacrifice, I Gaveth it mine life; so mine empress couldst liveth in peace. Though the end didst not draweth near, as the Stygian cavity sought; I Gaveth mine blood, for mine amare and wife, as the gloomy pit didst not realize, I was already a spirit. A spirit of love.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Amperage of connections fallen out and lost
No carnival party to revive.
Ashore astronomical beholders vision,
A needle through the rich man's eye!!!!
Camilla scents,
Canopied distinguished in canistered tents.......
Century carols confine the interstate mind!!!
Circulation is impatient wherein clots block chloroform vine's....
Wed-lock intensifiers waiteth to be fed,
Trapped,
Packed,
Chained to their beds....

Hath thou lost thyself yet???

Her roots stretcheth back
To tribal times;
As tis she is a tribal girl
Wild, raw, ****, tropical,
Her wild eye's like a panther's at night
Turneth me on;
As tis I seeith the primal nature of them
Pierce right through mine soul....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

Storyline/storytime....by me... Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally? What a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave, where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains! Du-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed levies to be breached!

Young ones to teach not to come where we are. Where the birds meet the bars, where man and woman leave in cars, as we shall not!!! Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop.... Share with another you selfish generation, you greedy of celebrations, you hold to thy god no feast!!!!

666 is your name, fires you've tamed, as on thine own knees you worship the beast!!! Blizzard time sledded children's fun is naught to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold! All stories here go untold, for you are apart of that story! You yourself are the story!!!

DREAMS!!!!!
Wherein a king
And his queen
Turn their dreams
Into reality.....

She sayeth I inspire her,
No she inspire's me
Wanna knoweth why?
She giveth me life,
She helpeth me breathe...
For thus I was blind,
Yet now I do see...
Because of mi amour'
Because of mine queen ...

i.

In damnation
She is;
The brisk water in which mine mouth is quenched.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

The most stunning of beauties
Is seen in the broken vessel;
Tis, that broken vessel
That carrie's so much pain
And is overlooked alot,
Yet so astonishing in the inside
And so underrated.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

A degree unlike any to mankind
O lord, thou hath sent me a goddess;
Teeth, pearlied whitened, hair black
Tagalog golden parlance, gem strapped.

ii.

Felicity hath abducted me
Into mine Jane's melting heat;
Her fire is as if the burning bush
Whence back when God didst to Moses speak.

iii.

Mine creator created her
And saweth it was good;
He stitched her from mine rib
As mine heart, molded in her ladyhood.

iv.

Commandment's he hath layed out
To be endowed to mine empress queen;
Ourn endearment contracted on blood moon's
Saturn's color's to write out, the many year's to be the ring's.

v.

As time wilt passeth on
Mine needing for her shalt get bigger;
I canst liveth without mine Filipino rose
She's mine lover, soulmate, angelic figure.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate

Levulose
Dextrose
Tootsie of mine amour!
Caramel skinned
Winged appendage
Mine mi amour
Pet
Dearest
Hunny
Nearest
Spain's wave of shining sparkle
Calm beau
The peace in me
Is the home in thou
Nose candy
Thou ****** queen
Turneth me to butter
Spread me as dreams
Taketh me mine fein
Thou fein's for me as I thou
Mine queen of heaven cloud!!!

Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity..  food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and *****..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)

I see mine queen, her brown eye's, to,
I see her view, so much beauty, so true
And I think to mineself
She mine mi amour'............

I seeith the sky with her moon, moon of night
The luminescent sun, with her smile so bright
And tis, I think to mineself
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!!!!

The colors of her words, so unknown to mankind,
An angel of God, a writer in disguise...
I seeith her showing love, asking other's ( how dost thou do?)
She's just being her, as tis she loveth helping me and thou to...

When I heareth her crying, I heareth her moan.
She's mine all, I'd taketh her pain, and cleareth her white as snow
Because I think to mineself.......
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!

Yes, tis, I think to mineself..........

SHE'S MINE MI AMOUR'..............

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The crow on the right of me
The Raven tis on mine left;
The Raven Squawk's forevermore
As tis the crow recite's Macbeth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Cherry nosed serapth,
Is there room on thy pinion for me?
For canst I dream?
As all other flutters,
Worse/off or for better I'm tired of such shudersome tarry,

For art thou any to marry who won't  abscond?
To pull me from ponds?
Wherein zealots doth not percolate.....

For I guess I'm late..

ɨ.

Laʍɛռtɛɖ, օռċɛ ɖɨɖ I, I ɦatɦ ɛxքɛʀɨɛռċɛɖ tʀaռsfiguration, tɦʀօʊɢɦ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟʍatɛ's ɢʟօա; օռċɛ աas a sʊċҡʟɨռɢ, ռօա tɨs ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛɮʟօօɖ's աɦօʟɛ.

ɨɨ.

Tɦօʊɢɦ ʍaռʏ ʍɨʟɛs, sɛքɛʀatɛtɦ օʊʀռ ɮɛɨռɢs, I ҡռօաɛtɦ օռɛ ɖaʏ, I sɦaʟt ɢʀasք ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ. Aռɖ աɦɛռ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt's aʀt ʟօռɛʟʏ ɨռɖɛɛɖ, I'ʟʟ ʟօօҡɛtɦ at ɦɛʀ քɨċtʊʀɛ's օռ ʍɨռɛ աaʟʟ's I'ʟʟ ċʟɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Tɨs, tɦɨs ɨs ʟօʋɛ, աaɨtɨռɢ ʍaռʏ ʟɨʋɛs, tօ ɮɛ աɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ sաaɨռ, ɮɛʟօʋɛɖ aռɖ աɨʄɛ; I ɖօռt ċaʀɛtɦ աɦat ɨt taҡɛs, I'ʟʟ ɢɛt tօ tɦɛɛ ʍɨռɛ Jaռɛ, ɨʄ ɨt taҡɛtɦ a ʍɨʟʟɨօռ sօʀʀօա's, օʋɛʀ aռɖ օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ.

ɨʋ.

Vɛʀɨʟʏ, O' ʋɛʀɨʟʏ, tɨs tɦɨs aʄʄɛċtɨօռ ɨs ʋɛʀɨʟʏ tʀʊɛ, I'ʟʟ ʟօʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ, ɨռ ɖɛatɦ ɮɛʏօռɖ tօ, sօ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ ɦօʊʀ's tɦat աɛʀɛ ռօt tօɢɛtɦɛʀ ɨռ tɦɛ ʄʟɛsɦ, aաaɨtɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass, tastɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ քօɛtʀʏ's ɮʀɛatɦ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ ʊռʟɨҡɛ tɦɛ ʀɛst, օʊʀռ aʍօʊʀ' sɦaʟt ռօt ɖɛքaʀt, tɦʏ ҡɨռɢ ɨs ɦɛʀɛ ʟass, ɦatɦ ռօռɛ ʄɛaʀ ʟass, ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɖaʏ sɦaʟt ċօʍɛtɦ աɦɛռ օʊʀn Lɨք's tօʊċɦ at ʟast.



©Bʀàռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©ɛaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ

I went down Dixie highway
Wherein it crosses River Road
I saw a jeep up ahead
Flashing its lights through mine ghost

I walked around the old greenhouse
Now turned into salon
Than I walked up to the miny mart
Just beyond the yonder trod

I bought mine last cigarettes
A pack of Marlboro reds
I knew than at that moment.......

This carcass shalt soon
be dead!!!!

This feelings hit me once again
I knoweth gods ready for me to come home
I'm not meant to be any slave to man
I was a seraphim of old

So bury me in with the saints
White roses please do leaveth on mine grave
I think today's the last day
Thou shalt see me on this page

I'm tasting iron blood again
I feeleth it in mine lungs
Maby its just tooth decay
Yet I tell thee I'm not dumb!!!

So remember me
And let me be
As tis I say goodbye
No questions to be asked
So please don't wonder why!!!

I was sent here
By thy creator to teacheth thou
I've been through hell and back
I think I'll see it again somehow

But God shalt renew me
Now it's time for me to leave
I've given up the spirit now
Now Satan leaveth me be

Put daisies in mine earsides
Put a white piano in the funeral room
Bury me with all mine poetry
Yet I'll leaveth one for thou too!!!

The one that I'll leaveth thee
Shalt be a scripture of love
Always forgiveth mine friend
No hate,
Remember thy God above!!!!

Tramontane concoction
Alien's of different worlds
Consummate's of relations
A sinner boy and angel girl

First class textings
Between the two of them
Pastlife Amour's
Meeting again in love and best friends!!

Maximal feelings
She calleth a dangerous thing
Yet for eachother
Ourn hearts due flutter
Were two bees without the stings

Cryptic strings
Angelic harped
We seek the moon
And rest at parks

We are two
Yet one in spirit
Forgotten the world
Made poems our pearls
As her voice I draw to hear it!

Her *** appeal
So overriding all the rest
Yet the rest has none anyways
For its mine amare
Tis the best!!

She's not the rest
For that I know
I gaveth up the world
Gaveth her mine soul

For I hope she knows
How much for her I adore
She's that spice in ones head
When life's gone dead
She brings happiness to mine door!!!

Ive never felt this before!!!

And tis
I won't!!!
I shalt not leave her
Yes I do believe her
She's mine Spanish rose!
Mine Spanish queen
And Spaniard dream
Where ice creams stacked
And dripping cream
Sensuality means!!
She's high to me
A throne in glee
A song and tease
I seek her tree
To lie under it
To tasteth her spit
And **** her wine lips
To grasp her tones
To feel her hips
To pull her hair
One stroke at a time
To take a dive
Inside her mind
She maketh Me see
When I was blind
She turned back the clock
I forgot all time
For her I shine
For her I love
For her I'd die
Please
Dont cry
Mine amour
Of mine
Thou art so fine
In a life I never knew
Make me thine husband
Please break me through!!!

I haveth
Affection
Appreciation
Devotion
Emotion
Fondness
Friendshi­p
Kinship
Passion
Respect
Taste
Tenderness
Plentiness
Romance
All­egiance
Rapture
Inclination
Benevolence
Soul innocence
Spirit remembrance
Cherishing
Delight
Attachment
Love
Amare
AMOUR'
No cares
Free of this world
Free from fear
All these
When mine queen Elsa is near!

This multiplying illness complexes this weariness
Earieness steers for thou
A three tier system is written
In the hearts of despising old *******!!!!

Not soon yet
Not after!!!!

Climaxing evildoer's
Initiate iniquities triangled love affair,
Many go the distance
Whilst the darers
They dare!!!!

Clean slates
Thou wilt not find in a confine of magic fairy tale cells
Im sick
Combusted of all energies
I feeleth that bursting flame
Arising from hell!!!!

Coffee beans
Boil near by one!!!

Some play on open courts
Whilst others believe in freedom
Of pistol range fun!!!


No extinguisher
To put out
The volcanic smoke,

Wiccans
To quick ones

No lighter to spark thine throat!!!!

Pleasures are shamefully no fun here
Even amongst thine own kind
Thou art a diseased display
Of settled bacteria!!!

Hysteria
Enters ones mind
To rid him the pains of this life,

Forget wrong and right!!!!!!

Thou knoweth neither,
Unborn one!!!!!

Thou art a star of creation
A leader of all nations
The moon
The earth
The sun
Captured beauty thou art!!!!

Thou photographic film!!!

i.

From the soot
I shalt awake;
In mine arm's
Love do take,
Queen, mine
Home, mine
Night and day;
Mine trove of
Treasure, to
Thee I stay.

ii.

In the aqua
Dip mine head;
Living nomad's
Oriental home-
Stead. Taking
Breath's, blowing
Out heat, touching
Toe's, united feet.
From below, thence
The deep, in thy tress,
I wrap around, once unheard,
Now thou hath heard mine sound's.
From the crypt, where I was buried, I cried out loud,
In painful worries; mine ghost scurried, to and fro, then I saweth
Thee; mine Jane, mine own. Thus then was saved, from the foul devil's, I was rescued, brought to thine refined level.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Thou were born at age twenty-one
Thou died at an untimely death of twenty two....

Young soldier?
Was it worth it???

She deserves better
Than an earthbound peasant
Like me,
Though I'll forever loveth her

She deserves a real king!!!

Quoted by me mother just now lollllllllllll love mum so much
Mums poem from her heart lollll

I like mine feet
There so sweet;
Cute, short, and petite.....




©short poem by mother Juna nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

(Spanish tongue)

Soy la campesino querubín esclavo
En mía reina serpahim de amor-jaula.
Y incluso si ella fue a diere yo la llave
A descubrir mineself y ser gratis;
No habrías wanteth de todos modos es ,
Me encanta ser su sirviente ......
Me ama ser su esclavo .......


(English version)

I'm a peasant cherub slave
In mine queen serpahim's love-cage.
And even if she was to giveth me the key
To unlock mineself and be free;
I wouldst not wanteth it anyway's,
I love being her servant......
I loveth being her slave.......





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Amorous one, bedight me in snug linen
Canopy me in thy oriental pinion's;
A ditty for thee, I writeth in this amour
For thou hath let me in, and opened thine door.

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

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

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


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry/
あある じぇえん

i.

Afore flesh hadst cometh to existence,
I was remembering thou;
Spiritual past's reminiscence.

ii.

Afore the automobiles, of men's formation,
I sawest thou, in scarlet gown;
grashasta mesmerization.

iii.

Afore the birth of the sun
I knewest mine jane;
Thou were the chosen
One.



©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)

Midnight lonesomeness, hath becometh mine best friend
Midnight lonesomeness, verily I telleth thee shalt be mine end....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

O' man
What wouldst thou chooseth;
If in front of thee?

A dollar bill
With Ben Franklin's face;
Or thy family, and loved ones, whom it's thee they need.

O man'
What is it that satisfieth thee;
Thy material's, of muck, and greed?

O' man
O' man;
Tommorrow doth not alway's cometh.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Tis
Others say they knoweth heaven
Well me to
It lies just beyond the flowery banks of Spain!!!

ı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Sɰєєţ jѧňє;
Mıňє ɰıғє.

ıı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ ɞʟooԀ;
I sţѧʏєţһ ѧʟıνє.

ııı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ νєıň's;
I ţяѧνєʟ ţһяouɢһ.

ıν.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
O' mıňє ʟıғє;
Mıňє զuєєň so ţяuє.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl-jane-nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

O'er the the Almighty's siege-
A baetyl soared, betwixt the
Floor's, of aqua green; swith
I was fixed, upon her wing's.

ii.

O' this queen-struck me, with
Her baculus, conducting, a calefacient
calix, thus the welkin carved the omnipresent
Out from me and Jane's pinion's.

iii.

Camaca Atman's, coursing
The future together; sacchariferous
Of the celestial, making love, mating-
Doves, bygone messenger's, sending
An amour' letter.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

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

she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .

i

Get some rest mine empress
Thine mind is full of doubt's;
Afraid I shalt walketh away
Afraid of me walking out;

ii

Get some sleep
Mine queen;
Tommorrow thou shalt awaken
And again to talk to me.

iii

Get some shut-eye mine seraph
None shalt separate us;
None jealous one's
None scarab's.

iv

Get some peace mine rose
Didst thou not knoweth;
I'll be at thy side, we'll gloweth
Triumphantly as tower's.

v

Get some siesta mine lass
For the morn shalt cometh fast;
I'll be there at thy side, staring through thine glass
Glass eye's, that I shalt never walketh from.....

Get some peace mine Reyna......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

Tarry I shalt, for ye mine dame. Whither thy nature goest; To shalt I followeth by intuition. Onuppan the van Gogh atmosphere, shalt we be interlaced, I canst sense thy trail; A grail of a holy special place. We art not physically as one at the moment, but by mine death and beyond I shalt meeteth thee. Lord, I beseech ye to maketh a way for me and mine lass, to become as one, under the sun; in these time's of slow and fast. All do I giveth to be with her heavenly father; Mine blood, mine sight, mine hearing, mine life. Mine aorta befoldeth her red pulse; I am her lord, tis she is me. As tis I shalt waiteth to toucheth, kisseth,holdeth her whilst she sleepeth. Tarry I shalt; for ye mine Jane, mine soulmate, we art one. One in the same.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

i

Animater I'm anhungered
Anigh to thy brunette canvas
Thou art a calliope to mine ****'s
A second pulse of mine calotype Atlantis.

ii

In Corinth, wherein mine greecian ancestor's do cometh
A cambric carriage with thy grisette dress
Me to be the poetic ******
Thou to be mine Spaniard address.

iii

We'll gad like frat-house student's
Learning lessons, not by ruling stick's
Footing the hills, of forane real
We both shalt be an epilogue, romanticism's epilogist's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa-angelica dedication

Even though I'm a beastly undeserving human being,
I was still overly privileged,
For God to send me a sublime queen....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

The devil slapped me in the face,
                                                          So I slavered back into his orifice,

As I could hear mine spit blister on his regurgitating grimace mask!!!!!

i

Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there
She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare;
Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red
Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.

ii

Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written
Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven;
Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed
Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.

iii

Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut
Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up;
As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed
A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©,あある じぇえん

When mine Reyna is down
I serenadeth her;
With freestyle poetry
Singing amour, loud.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

A king and queen
Of faraway;
Tis ourn story
Ourn unique Creme Brulee.

ii.

We shalt not repose
Inside ourn grave's;
We'll be exposed
In united sage.

iii.

No sadness here
Or fist's of rage;
Man shalt not enter
Past ourn lover's gate.

iv.

This is ourn stay
A manner estate;
With her tawny skin
Upon mine body's plate.

v.

We shalt be early
As there's no time;
No time for late
This is ourn party, life and love, everlasting place.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry ( Hari-reyna incorporated)
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication