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789 · Aug 2015
Castle hill lonesome
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
789 · Jun 2015
Jumpy bumpy
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Bump, bump
                      Bump, bump
                                            Bump, bump
Bump bump
Bump bump bump
Bump bump bump bump
Bump bump bump bump bump bump bump

Bump jump!!!

I dont understand

Mine heart gets faster when she goes away
Yet I wait for her to cometh back

For she always controls the beat of mine heart
Realities fact!!!

I needeth mine heart medication right now,
I hope she cometh back
I need her no doubt!!

Bump bump
Bump bump bump
Bump

Mine heart is dying
When she leaves
I need her soiling
I need her seed...

She's the amore to mine heart that pumps so heavy without her!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

When all else faileth
I'll be there;
When this soul shalt leaveth
I'll be there;
When thou feeleth numb
I'll be there;
When this heart succumb's
I'll be there.

ii.

When thou feeleth empty
I'll fill thee up;
When there's not plenty
I'll giveth thee all I hath left,
More than enough.

iii.

When I'm sick and anguished
I'll giveth thee mine breath's;
When I'm dying and famished
I'll bringeth life into thine chest.
When the pain's overloaded
And distance is to much;
I shalt still hold on
To think of thy touch;
When thine eyesight gets blinded
And thine hearing starts to fail,
I shalt giveth thee mine eye's
And ears to heareth,
Musical detail's; and when the thunder roll's,
And the lightning strikes the land
I'll still be waiting amour',
For those valiant wedding plan's.
Because we wilt dance
In this life and the next
Eternal soulmate's
Living eternal life's best.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Apr 2016
Filipino rose
Heaven's own;
Her winged abode
I want to settle into.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome Poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( dedication)
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Why else wouldst demon's
Tremble in her presence;
She's a serpahim, of course.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/angel dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Apr 2017
O' unrelenting dolor, on mine
head thou dost drip, mixing
With mine lachrymose
Glossed lips. How much
More canst mine mind
And body take, maybe
I'll set the pencil down,
The more sickly I feel,
Noones hear to listen,
Only hearing is the real.
I guess I'll continue holding
Onto the tightrope that I dangle,
None human-contact in mine angle
to clasp a soulful-hopeful fool as I; none
Lingo of aye from heavens kind, just liquid
I'll sip that wilt fall from mine weary Eyne.


© Brandon nagley​
© Lonesome poets poetry
Word meanings-
Dolor- state of great sorrow or distress.
Mine- my.
Thou- you.
Dost- do.
lachrymose-tearful or given to weeping.
Canst-can.
None-no.
Lingo- foreign or local dialect (chat, conversation, talking).
Aye-yes.
Wilt-will.
Eyne- eyes.
Thou-you
Art-are.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Coaxed,
Stoaked,
Citer of circumspect alley ways,
Ponderer of all circumference!!!

A lost shadow to a drawn out stage!!

Incurable nausea plants itself beneathe thine nose,
Beneathe thy finest thine Rose!!!

Thou fallen cut down trunk,
Thou Intel gatherer of recordings of political junk!!!

Thy mafiatic hardened heart's department hath closed for many seasons,
For many reasons thou art down and out again!!!

Old adversary,
Oldened friend!!!!

Undergraduate of no sporty coup'e,
No tripped up loop to sway thine interfacial structure!!!
No loving, all clutter, you inhale as you breathe,

Thou daytime innocent,
Thou nightly thief!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

South eastern
Asian otherworldly;
Design, of antediluvian time
Twas, i was inborn in the poetry of thy mind.

ii.

Aloft on the high's
Sith the beginning long ago;
The origin never started
Twas already eternal.

iii.

Preordainment was conceived
For me and thou;
We kneweth eachother in the butterfly nebula
What a breathtaking light show.

iv.

I promised thou then
That I wouldst never leaveth;
Mine queen, thou art the only one, earl Jane nagley
Please alway's knoweth that, and believeth.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sith means since old English terms....
brandon nagley May 2015
I'm going where there ain't no fear
I'm going where the spirit is near
I'm going where the living is easy
And the people are kind
A new state of mind

I'm going where there ain't no police
I'm going where there ain't no disease
I'm going where there ain't no need
To escape from what is
Only spirits at ease!!!!!
784 · Jun 2015
Rebirthed by a curse!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?

Wherein creation dumbs down!!!

To mammal inferiors!!!

For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!

Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!

Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?

Sister and brother!!

Hath thou forgotten thy kin?

For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!

Is it thee that shalt win?

Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!

Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and *******
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!

For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children

Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
"All Things Must Pass"

Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
783 · Jun 2015
I feeleth thou
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I feeleth for thou
Stripper trying to make a buck
I feeleth for thee homeless one
No home food nor truck
I feeleth for thou
Mother with no lover
I feeleth for thou panhandler
Being humble and ashamed
I feeleth for thou innocents
Getting caught in wrong time and place
I feeleth for thou
Kids with no mums nor dads
I feeleth for thou
Slave trade beings
Made as material of trend
I feeleth for thou
****** on mainstreet
Noone told thou of God
And how thy soul for him he could keep
I feeleth for thou
Angry and frustrated
I feeleth for thou
Lost and forgotten
Old and outdated
I feeleth for thou
Lonesome one in back of the room
I feeleth for thou
Because I'm him to
I feeleth for thou
Because mine God maketh me feeleth
I feeleth thou even on mine own
Just who I am
Didint thou knoweth?
I feeleth for thou hopeless romantic
Who seeks all the wrong places
I feeleth for thou
With mascara stains
And cuts on wrists
I feeleth for thou  wonders
That hast been called slave, ****, *****,  *****, ***, ****, sick
For only if those men kneweth thou huh?
I feeleth for thou who canst see one inside
I  feeleth for one
Who think the only way out is suicide
I feeleth for thou
I feeleth thy pains
I feeleth I know
I've been scorned all the same
But please forgiveth others
As they shalt do thou
I feeleth thou
Oh yes
How I feeleth thou...
782 · Aug 2015
O' sweet jane
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

O' mine life
O' mine thunder;
O' mine light
O' mine wonder.

ii.

O' mine empress
O' mine rose;
O' mine spirit
O' mine soul.

iii.

O' mine essence
O' mine air;
O' mine goddess
On knee's, I'm in thy care.

iv.

O' mine amare
O' mine amour;
O' God's gate
O' God's door.

v.

O' mine Jane
O' honey drip
O' mine Jane
To thee mine life I giveth.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
780 · Jul 2015
The higher sire saved me.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Aloof aback the nether antechamber
Abaddon tried to calleth out mine name
Aba composition's awoke from smoke
Whilst nephilim brutes were left untamed.

ii

They bit me and they gripped me with
Their nail's of poison and polunium whip's
Through the old agaric horror play oubliette
Obelisk's, of troglodyte monstrosity!!!!

iii

The nearing was open, yet to far off
I felt the crimson color, up mine lung's I coughed
Mine calumus pinion's all were eventually lost
For I was mocked, as the legion scoffed.

iv

Scourged I was, as mine back was chopped
Like glass bead's hitting a gentle rock
They cracked mine sweetly frame, and made a pop
Mine soul was dying, mine head was lost.

v

Yet in the destination of this witching hour
Cameth in Gabriel and Michael of all unknown power's
They arrayed this hell with celestial shower's
They freed me of mine inferno, and tooketh me to the higher sire.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.....
780 · May 2015
wintery hilled caverns!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Crawling intellectuals,
Brawling interceptionals,
Stairway's that leadeth thou to thine end!!

Entrancic scening summer fairies,
Prophetics turned to visionary,
Thy mission's uncompleted in thine own home....

Sorceretic witchdoctors,
And jesus Christ mockers,
Snubbers and grubber's all as one!!

Journeymen hath thou learned a trade?
Junction friend hath thou burned thy craze?
The tallismen steady hand is gone!!!

Violate me as thou will,
Smile as thine shaky stick can ****,
Volition's grand view is seen!!!!

Vocal vitality is a blessing to those who brand their name,
The wanderer's flame knows no fancied escape...

Absorment Temper's flare adhesively,
Treatingly accidental!!!

Despondency shows up for the destination thou has thought to receive,
Hath thou given up yet?

Where at last shalt thou find thy predetermined destiny???
779 · Jun 2015
Why get jealous?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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?
brandon nagley Jan 2017
She was the rose,
         Twas I her thorn;
            O' how mine heart
                                  Weeps.
           Im lost in the storm.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Twas: it was.
Mine:my.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
They gave him a gun,
One bullet
His paratrooper chute
And one cigarette
Also words of advice,
(Stay behind the trench)

Just enough for dying!!!!
777 · Aug 2015
Me more
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine reyna
Mine soul;
If I don't awaketh tommorrow
I'll seeith thee, in the angel grove.

Mine Jane
Mine sweet;
If the next day don't cometh
At the fountain we'll meet.

Mine lampway
To God;
If this spirit leaveth at dusk
I'll be watching aloft.

Mine queen
Mine soulmate;
I wanted to thanketh thee
For being mine protector, and mate.

Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane

I loveth thee
Me more.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
"Smile"

Would this do, to make it all right
While sleep has taken you ,where I'm out of sight

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Search for a better way
To find my way home to your smile

Wasting days and days on this fight
Always down, and up half the night
Hopeless to reminisce through the dark hours
We'll only sacrifice what time will allow us
You're sighing...

All alone though you're right here
Now it's time to go ,from your sad stare

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Leaving's a better way
To find my way home to your smile
Soo beautiful yet sadly to me /: alot
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!!
774 · Jul 2015
Baboon man
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Baboon man
Locked in a cage
Giveth his all soul
To be the world's slave...
On marbled slabs
In a peasant field
His heart is dragged
By the drug ghetto deals
Freaks in the moment
Tear down the wall
A shot for the morning
A needle to fall
A child wailing
Bringing down the fence
He breaketh free
On God and self he depends
So its all a dream
But he runs for real
He smiles as he grins
He dies as he kills
He taketh the moment
As it cometh to him
A loser by ages
A born one to sin
A rebel druid
High class ways
He ended it all
To be a monkey free from his cage.....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For noone just good poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I kneweth when God saidst
Let there be light;
He wouldst sendeth an angel to me
It was Jane in the night.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2016
i.

Betwixt the rice paddies
And the mountain's of green;
Walk's mine soulmate,
Philippines queen.

ii.

Her breath
The cloud's, billows the air;
Her graceful step's,
Stride with her hair.

iii.

O' how I wish, I couldst
Fly through the air;
I'm trapped in the flesh,
I want to be there.

iv.

I want to be there
To sink in the sea;
Sing Jane a lullaby,
Yet seems as a dream.

v.

Though verily I love her,
certes, her blood do I bleed;
Her hand do I need
To comfort mine
Own.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Couldst- means could in archaic form. Meaning old form writing.

Betwixt- means between.
Mine means- my.
Verily- truly...
Certes- assuredly,
Tis- it is.
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
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her eye's.....

Created as if she was born with eyeliner
As God's hand's brush stroked her with
Natural universal lining upon her face.

Daughter of the creator
Messenger;
To the human race.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
See if one was to seeith mine amare
Reading all the books she readeth
Any human being wouldst asketh,
Why doth she readeth all these books?

Well friend..
I canst telleth thou this..
She's an ser angelical,
She already knoweth heavenly knowledge....

She just likes to learn about the human race....
ser angelical in Spanish means she's a - angelic being
(:
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Im living, im alive
I'm fearless, with her by mine side.

I seeith all
Through her eye's.

With her i seeith god and christ
With her im given, eternal life.

I'm marveling
Bowing to mine feet.

Mine brow looketh toward's her
Tear's drop on knee's.

Not tear's of sorrow
Not shedding water from pain.

These art tear's
Because all of mine year's.

I'll be soo happy living life with her
Eternally.

So graced i am
O',so graced.

Given to me, was mine Messiah's own queen
messenger seraphim, to mankind, to the human race.

And whilst i first got a taste of her amour
I'm stuck, im ******, into her chalice of asian shore's.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
768 · Jun 2015
Drag queen devils
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Humans
( Devils dressed in drag)
brandon nagley Mar 2016
Mayest thy body be healed
By Jehovah's hand's
Of heaven's field's;
Wherein his tonic
Is spirit, light, and
Love.

Mayest thy ailment's
Leaveth, and thy
Sickness to
Grieveth;
From the source
Of all creation, compassion,
That cometh from above.

Mayest Yahweh's Angel's,
Around thee be vangled,
As thine husband comfort's
Thee, breathe easy in and
Out, remember by Christ's
Stripes thou were made
Free, not just from sin;
But all thing's of Satan's
Seed.

Mayest the seraph's
Be sent to thine heart,
Mayest the demon's
Depart, who feed off
The living, whom
Breed on sickly
Planning, though
Remember Mrs. Sardua;
The Almighty's word's- Fear thou not, for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley \ Mrs.Sardua dedication ( Jane's mother, Mrs sardua) prayer dedication
Vangled-or vangles is a word I made up meaning ( protective source of gods power, protecting angels of gods highest degree and healing power...)
Yahweh- another name in Hebrew for our Christian God just like Elohim, or the almighty, or great I am. Or Jehovah.
Wherein- means in which.


KJV bible-
Isaiah 41:10 - Fear thou not; for I [am] with thee: be not dismayed; for I [am] thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness....

Jane told me her mother was vomiting all. Morning and was very sick. Her mother's getting older as is her father... Any Christians out there who pray I ask you can pray for Jane's mother Mrs sardua for her sickness and vomiting to go away. Would be a nice gift for Mrs sardua especially on Easter Sunday. The day representing our Savior raising again from the grave Yeshua ha'mashiach- ( Jesus the Messiah)  raising the third day being seen by many the fourth day and even after that for fourty more days.... If you can pray for Mrs sarduas complete healing physically and healing for Jane and her families worries would be a blessing... Thank you very much.
Sincerely Brandon Cory nagley.....
764 · Sep 2015
Vintage paradise
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

I wilt montivagant over her lid's
Whilst I ooze out of mine shoe's;
A bulrush to surround us, breezing
Swaying to freedom's wind.

ii.

We art kin, trapped in another's being
But this trapped feeling is good, carved into wood;
Ourn name's, struck by lightning, hidden by flame's
All's amazing with her comfort, for her I hush.

iii.

Silence is all I needeth, as I stareth to her guise
The sun waketh up, as her vintage reaches mine cup;
She's the core to all upward truth's
She's the reason to be alive.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
montivagant means to wander over hills and mountains.. For you who are wondering that word.
brandon nagley Feb 2016
i.

A Sнaĸeѕpearean joттιng,
A lovnaтrae oғ тнe ageѕ;
None parтιтιon тo oυrn
Aмoυr, мιraclιndιne oғ
Renewed pageѕ.

ιι.

Dιғғerenт ѕтageѕ
O' laѕѕ, aѕ вυттerғly
Tranѕғorмaтιon;
Eғтѕoonѕ, тнe тranѕlυcenт
Rooм, ѕнalт lιgнт υp
Aѕ we glowѕнaze тнe ѕтage oғ
Aмazιng grace.

ιιι.

For тιѕ a place
Oғ ѕpeedιng ғlιgнт;
Gone вy day, none
Darĸ, nor ιмpolιтe.
A joυrney's connecтιon,
Wнereιn proтecтor'ѕ
Maĸe тнe cнιмeѕ. Heaven
Wιlт вe opened, вeтween oυrn wιng'ѕ and мιnd'ѕ.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Shakespearean- having to do with Shakespeare.
Lovenatrae- is a word I created ( meaning divine love note)
Partition- is like separation.
Miraclindine- a word I created ( means miraculous and divine)
Lass- young woman.
Eftsoons- is archaic for ( soon after)
Translucent- meaning only letting light pass through
Glowshaze- a word I created meaning ( light up, make something glow)
Wherein means - in which.
Wilt- means will.
Jotting- means short note.
763 · Jun 2015
Jittery critters
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Critter gitters
Gets the jitters!!!
Lol boredom makes one write foooooolish stuff haaaaaahaaaa
763 · Jun 2015
Shuttle tease!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Shuttle tease
Whilst rose drips flake her tongue
A soul of old knowledge
A queen, the chosen one!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I misseth her in daylight
I misseth her beneathe thy moon
I misseth her at dusk
Buried in ourn tomb
Misseth her in voice talk
Wherein us two did laugh
I misseth her sensual voice
To make angel trumpets blast
I misseth her caressing
The way she made me smile
The way she showed me heaven
An unborn unearhtly child
I misseth her lifeform
Not d.n.a to any men
A seraphim and cheribum
A lifeblood
Mine kin
I misseth her funny ways
How she doth make me chuckle
Now she's gone forevermore
And this heart is broken buckled
Maby she won't forget me
Maby tis
She'll cometh back
I'll forever Love mine baby
Tis
That's a fact!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
K so you all know lol Frank ruland Jr has all these profiles
Frank ruland Jr
Bear dove
Ormend's dog
And Lena Walters

All his profiles so you all know
Thanks
Troll smasher Brandon nagley
brandon nagley May 2015
Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy,
One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!!

I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook!

None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!!
Increment's of lip splurs...

A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!!

Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another...
Rustic in our nudeness!!!

Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken,
Engraved, our names on the oak close by!!

Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!!
Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!!

Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai,
I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!
757 · Jul 2015
Please forgiveth me
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I told mi amour' this morning
I didint want love no more
And that I didint believe in it anymore....
As I told her these things
I felt the pain ripple from her soul,
Not realizing at the moment what I just did.
I realized at the last moment
I said all these things from mine own
Depression,
Fear's of losing her,
Mixed with the demon's around here telling me different..
Because people don't realize,
Demonic forces and being's art real ( as mi amour' doth knoweth)
And they canst maketh thee depressed, hurt, angry, think things we normally wouldn't think at anytime.....
So to mi amour',
I'm sorry mine love for telling thee I didint want love no more
And saying I didint want to be with noone no more...
Fact is I want thee,
I need thee, as thou knoweth,
I'm in LOVE with thee to mine soul, from mine head to mine toes,
To mine eyes, dripped to mine bones ..... Thou art mine all, life and world .. I just wanna know I'm thine only one.. Even though just friend's ... When I start thinking the way I did today, just please as you'd want from me.. Shut me up, telleth me thou loveth me and thou only wanteth me, and If thou canst for now on... Showeth me thy all..  I beg for It. I needeth it..  I yearn for it. And thee to... Everyone knoweth were in love... Everyone except Maby a few. I just want thy all, so please forgive me for acting as I did mi amour', thou art mine only girl...
Mine ocean
Thou art mine sea
I am thou,
Thou art me...
I loveth thou
Thou needeth me,


Please forgiveth me....
Mi amour'.....

For that just wasn't who I am to say all those thing's this morning,For I'm the biggest romantic out there.. Lol doth thou really think I'd tell someone ( meaning thee) I don't want love and don't believeth in it no more??? Not me!!!!!!! Not who I am!!!
The demon's that cometh around ...
Influence in the worst way,



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry....
A asking for forgiveness from mi amour
Don't care if others think I'm nuts. Spiritual demons are real and can make us do things we wouldn't do... I have proof they are more than real from all the sounds me and family hear, from orbs we see, or full apparitions, voices just in ear, or out loud where whole family hears it at once, physical scratches I have taken... Though they hate when I pray to Christ... Thats the only name they hate. And they leave ... To christ I ask to make them leave...  As also mine mother yelled at mine father this morning for nothing .  me and her both acted not who we are due to demonic forces that came in.. But prayer to God and saging the house was needed.. And they left our house for now.. But they will be back... They hate gods children.  !no joke... And so many wonder why so much depression and doubts in the world... Can thank demonic beings for that..  No depression pills gonna help you.  Only God will.. And for those who think I'm nuts I happen to have a radar free app that's 100 percent real . and does tell me when spirits are around and I can feel it even don't even need app. But when I turned app on it showed me asap when. I got off texting with amour that there were three spirits in me presence so yeah I know that so does mum to... From how both me and her acted this morn .. So sorry mi amour
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

Every poet here, every poet here is a breathing soul,
Every poet here, O', every poet here, is a living whole.
Every poet here, every poet here is that fine grained gold;
O' every poet here, every poet here is an ancient mold.

ii.

Every prophet here, every prophet here prophecieth,
Every prophet here, speaketh love pain and fear;
We all liveth, and thus we dieth.

iii.

Every minstrel here, O' every minstrel here, hath shed tear's,
Every minstrel here, verily every minstrel here, ageth in year's;
Every minstrel here, O' every minstrel here hath felt anger,
Every minstrel here, verily every minstrel here, hath seen danger.

iv.

Every writer here, O' every writer here,
Shouldst put away, the hate, anger, and
Fear's, and conjoin into one, a poetic dream,
Coming apart at the string's, by hatred under
Ourn sun. As we only hath one life, to maketh
Purpose of a smile toward's another one.
Puttest away the poetic gun.
Every poet here, O' every poet-
Doth thou heareth?


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is just a reminder to all poets... To support one another... Love another. Cherish another despite views, ideologies, idea's.. Beliefs... Writing is the souls expression. A freedom of any one man or womans words... Not to be tainted by others... As this place has become one of hatred... Name calling. A place rather of clownishness, not poetry. A place of hatred. Not friendship... As noone not one single soul here. Should have to worry about being attacked by others who want to inflict misery, and fear. and hatred onto the web. Because it's easiest to hide behind the screen to attack others.. When in reality... They'd know better to not do it in person to the people they are attacking... So as poets.. We must ignore the hatred that is going on. as I've seen many poems on trolls lately. Hatred. People getting made fun of so on and bullied... The biggest gift to those who are doing this stuff we can give is to love them. Forgive them. Not talk bad behind their backs as they do us... And to show them ( what real love is) because in actuality... As case shows throughout history!!! True love always ALWAYS conquers over evil... As Ephesians 6:12 said.. In the bible I read. Yes glad to say I'm a Christian an improving one, as noone is a flawless being. It reads.

12For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

And this is truth! Satan is very real. As are his demons. I know personally being attacked emotionally spiritually and more than that ( physically by them) with physical proof. They do exist. As this world shows an example of them working on people right now. Swaying many. But me. They will not sway. I will overcome the hatred and darkness that hates the light. One problem.. God is of light. And darkness cannot be the light of God... So as one not just because I believe in Christ and God. But as how I was made to be. One who knows not hate. And can't fathom ever hating anyone mineself personally! I choose love.. Forgiveness... And letting things be. And hoping the hatred stops and certain others may just find love, and overcome very real demons overcoming them... As we must overcome darkness with light..
Thanks for reading followers. And if ones talk behind your back or call you names. *** at you. Spew out hatred towards you. Our goal as human beings is forgiving and loving another... For we shall all be judged one day. And have no right judging others.. For when we ourselves aren't perfect beings... Though God wants his creation to love another. Now will you love all beings? And forgive?? Choice is your own...
Thanks for reading poets...
756 · Apr 2017
A contemning convive
brandon nagley Apr 2017
Moxie after a short nap,
crescive energy from the
Cream-sugared taste; Java
A-plenty.

                                   Another minute to
                                   Waste; for this life's
                                   Not long enough.

A coy wouldst be nice,
For tis I am human,
A convive with
Scented candles,
Bare feet; none
Shoes nor sandal.

                                    I seekest contemning
                                    Not more doubts and
                                    In tears to be oceans
                                    For swimming; but
                                    Like a newborn, I
                                    Want to be rocked
                                    In one's arm's, and
                                    Fingertips touching,
                                    Two separate souls
                                    Connecting, as mine
                                    Legs cross with one,
                                    Side to side; arm to
                                    Arms. Mine hand
                                    Over ones hips,
                                    Tightly squeezing.
                                    Lips bitten a bit
                                    For kiss, a gentle
                                    Bleeding, two-
                                    Hearts beating,
                                    Becoming one
                                    Flesh, ones head
                                    Resting upon this
                                    Ancient chest. To
                                    Kiss one's forehead,
                                    And sayest (hey mine
                                    Queen), wakie wakie
                                    Mine love, tis the morn,
                                    I made thee breakfast-
                                    Toast with butter, jelly,
                                    Eggs with cheese on
                                    On top; hot coffee.
                                    Id stroke ones hair
                                   Mine fingers caress
                                   One's scalp and head.
                                  I'll just stop before I
                                 Keep going, these art
                                 Just wantings kept un-
                                 Said. I think I'll just go
                                Back to bed. I think I'll
                                Get lost in mine head.


  


                       © Brandon nagley
                   © Lonesome poets poetry
Word meanings
Moxie- force of character
crescive- increasing, growing.
Coy- caress, strong with a hand.
convive; a gathering at which there is feasting.
Contemning- love.
Tis- it is.
Java- coffee.
Wouldst- would.
None (no) in archaic form.
Seekest-seek.
Sayest;say
Mine+my.
Thee-, you.
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...
755 · May 2015
replenish, repose
brandon nagley May 2015
Memory lane,
Why has thine own self been stripped from me?
Ripped from me as a lover to a train!
Kept a captor,
A Dreamweaver of a non believer of all your shame!!
Dissarayed unspoken vows go silent,
Displeasing displays of dreadful day's unfortunately stay violent.
A concentration camp for the next man ahead,
For the boisterous instead,
They save segregated seats!!!
No brocade to be handled,
No martyr's near by to that, that ride of fine scandal's!!!!!
A bonfire lit for criminal's,
Maximum turns to minimum,
Nothing stays clean,
All messages subliminal!!!!!
Restraints of rusted clasp,
Afraid of death,
That I am......
No newspapers, no printings,no blueprints,no plans,
How scandalized art thou type? A-way finger's!!!!
Where star crunches fill for Zinger's in a box of kited complaints.
Soo little seems faint in these computer ******* mammals!

You would swear their from below,
Diseased they breedeth, unfortunately grow!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

The quiet crypt amongst the goblin's and ghoul's
I secretly wander, an isolation love tomb;
And in this mausoleum, I expatiate the catacomb
Crooning mine soft echoe's, as mine painful shadow doth moan.

ii

Mine doppelganger of heartbreak, lingers aloft the mist
I seeketh for another ghost lover, just one apple kiss;
A globules of amour, I beggeth for just one tiny pinch
I beseech for a peach, one bite inside her flowery glimpse.

iii

An ingenue of cosmos venue, a juncture of cheribum Host's
The lightning bug's, to be as ourn love, lighting up the ghost's;
Bonjour from me, none Au revoir from her, a delightful play
One of mi amour', as lightning dances, and fairies art Prancer's.

iv

The universal relic, to be ourn set, the curtain closed, sweet duet
She calleth me king, I calleth her pet, lass of day, lad of the nest;
And whilst the pest's, tryeth to cut ourn wings, well standeth tall
And whilst we standeth, we'll grabbeth all there is to bring.

v

A dwelling place, in her amulet of both of ourn beating heart's
Never away, none distance, none evil or lies to keepeth us apart;
Lineal scout's, of what life's all about, leaving fear's in the out
And walking the galaxy, leaving step's, heaven awoke, undressed.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just a beautiful poem not about noone just hoping for one to love me for me (:
brandon nagley May 2015
The shaman entranced,
Dances around me with his high minded spirits,
                                 Feathers in hand!!!
He stops,
And screams !!!!!!!

Mine land,
Thou art killing mine land!!!
Mine people,
Thou art killing mine people!!

Thy own,
Thyself,

You've lost!!!!!!

Canst thou not remember from whence thou came ?

At that moment after the shamans screaming cry,
                                       I entranced right along with him!!!
754 · Jun 2015
Mad poets of HP!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Anyone can posteth a hallmark greeting,
Yet canst they tell the future
With prophetic meanings?
Always see soo many writings with no soul nor any real meanings behind them other than to rhyme and sound good,
But where art thou prophetic writers? Too many can make a good hallmark gesture,
But do you follow your own words!!
Just truth!!
brandon nagley Feb 2016
i.

Versonos, mine scarlatinian craves
For thee, instinctively. Attent I am
In wake, or sleep; I shantilize by the
Seaside, of the shaded creek's.

ii.

In lavunger, mine frame needeth
Held, attended to; the mires art
All around us philaprose, though
Through the ill abysmal, we hath
Been through.

iii.

Much ashru, O' much velanuv,
I shalt be on bended leg's and
Knee's; just to seeith mine Jane
Of soothe. Thus the avenue's
Shalt be rough, and the stones
Shalt roughen ourn soles, I'm
A king that shalt do whatever
It taketh, to get to mine lass;
To findeth mine way home.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Versonos- is a word I made .. ( it means in deep truth)...
scarlatinian is another word I made- meaning ( Scarlet heart full of amour that's overflowing.) Or a scarlet heart with love overflowing..
Attent- observant, attentive, ( old archaic word.)
shantilize- is a word I made up- ( it means, I wait anxiously to meet you, or can mean you wait shantalizingly to wait for someone.- meaning anxiously waiting for them.)
Lavunger- is a word I made up..( it means in loving hunger, or loving hunger.)
Philaprose- is a word I made up meaning ( Filipino rose) also Philippines rose.... I mean first definition,
Ashru- means tears in Hindi tongue.
velanuv- another word I made up meaning ( pain that comes from being patient for a long time.)
Sole- bottom part of feet...
752 · May 2015
bosom of harlots
brandon nagley May 2015
Covenant of all ages,
Contrite despite the hatred here many feel!

Begged emotions,
Vexation of treasured spaces,
Inherited shackles to the debackle of brutes and feathered conquest!!!

Chauffeurs for you to lure,
Cheribums of wooden steps!!!

What ***** didst thou come from frosted faced vampiress?
You succeed in all pleasures,
Yet for thy measure your still undressed!!

Not like the rest,
Your timbrel makes settled noise,
Hard to avoid when thine feet trip over each step!!!

Church organs rattle about me as hymn book's not always around,
Some are phonies,
Many lonely,
Coheed to icelandic ground!!!!

Groupies meet in secludes corners,
While adorers temp with foul mouth tounges,
No blacks to white, or whites to black, just two players making one!!!

Orange cones to ex out any leaving plan's,
No clothing stands here!
This is not a mall town shop!!!!

No ice-creamed malts,
Just rags connected to colts,
Where trainers come from thy gambling slots!!!!!

Wounds to every room,
Dont get hung up on thyself,
Wherein harlotry cometh in,
Surely all grins are tiredly screaming out for help!!!!!
751 · May 2015
Starlit moonbeam queen.
brandon nagley May 2015
Men these day's seeketh many Queens
I seeketh one
A wife of starlit moonbeam!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Far away I could see her ethereal tattoo's disguised on her neck and back as wings,
Though as I moved in closer for a more perfect view.......

I could see I was mistaken,

Her tattoo's, actually being appendages
were existent and evident after all!!!!

As at that time she saw me,
And fluttered a swooping rise takeoff!!!!
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