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brandon nagley Aug 2015
I lived in darkness
For way to long;
But then mine angel
Cameth along.

She woreth a feather
Filipino brawn;
Native ******
She strummed me song's.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
732 · 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!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Like a 1969 poetic hippy on haight-ashbury street,
Mine pen is another san-franciscan song
Making another poetic beat....
Bump
Bop bop
Bump
Bop pa tee bop
Bump
Bop bop
Bump
Bop pa tee bop....
Playing that spiritual poetic sound........

Wearing flower's in mine hair
Is something the normals
Couldst not understand!
About a free spirited poetic as me...
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
729 · Aug 2015
Jane's tourniquet
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
729 · Jun 2015
Umbrella
brandon nagley Jun 2015
He held up an umbrella
From all the blades coming down at him!!!
728 · Jun 2015
Brain injury freakazoid
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I hit mine head at birth
And for some reason
It gaveth me a different vision,
Tis,
I figured out I wasn't human!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I remember.....
Whilst doing the time I didst in prison;
The strangest little thing
When noone canst buyeth cigarette's none more
Since the state outlawed it in prison's
(Ridiculous) since people wilt still smoke anyways.....
I remembered walking into the caged yard of beast's;
Seeing them phening for that smell and taste of tobacco
As I remember seeing one of mine old friends there
From the intermediate prison before that,
Matt's his name;
Taketh out a little plastic bag of tobacco out of his pocket...
And a white blank piece of paper,
From one of the small Bible's thou canst findeth;
As little Bible's in prison aren't just for God's word
But also they sell for ten bucks a pop.
As he rolled a cigg, so tightly and fused......
As him and all the other's
Went back to the bleachers,
By the prison's football field
Wherein that was the spot,
Everyone hid their smoking
Yet,
The guards didst not careth
They were bringing dope in
Amongst other things!
To calm and ease the brute beast's......
As in that old prison I was in
Thou wouldst want to calmeth thy nerves to
Trust me.... Tis not a place, for the kindest of soul's as me......
As seeing them smoke those bible rolled cig's
Madeth me thinkest at that moment;
They just do this
To feeleth human:
To feeleth alive....
To feeleth free,

Whilst trapped in a cage......
As tis Being animal's in ourn cages;
We were, still free, more than the rest
Of society...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is a real story.... Enjoy!!!
726 · Jun 2015
Snod
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ameliorate me
Ambience of high nod
No fortuitous meanings
Landslides of alien snod,

Furtive ways
Are all to many
I seeketh a day
A fullness
Of plenty

Futile romantics
In frugal pinch
Judicious tis they are
Worldly *****!!!

Juxtapose notepads
Yet different touchstones
Tentative beasts
Prowl no homes

Terse one shalt be
With all affection
Guns given as presents
Slave turned more peasant

Tirades of clownery
Winery's fail
Hidden like documents
Heart impaled

Corroborate manifest
Wilt shine its light
They've lost their path
All in fright

Arbiter's come bountifully
Devils dance
They've forgotten the ways
Of sweet romance

Inherent to pleasures
Instead of others
Lost all kinship
Sister and brother

Paradoxed discourse
Spoken on route
They forgot the lonely beggar
Prodical sons in doubt

Polemic they'll be
In times unfortune
Burning with lust
Lost to distortion

Forbear thou shalt do
Wherein thy ruins won't topple
Genres of permeating growth
Diseased muffles!!
This poems made up! Not made for anyone lol just in case someone asks
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A wraparound escalier
Rosette's to wrap ourn Dud's
Rebels to society
Low and high class thugs

Epicurean phenomenon!!!!

A Cosmo's to macroism's
Plasma to holy force
Phatom's of ourn own opera
As yen to take its course

Homage to ourn own castle!!!


Excretion to bare ourn name
Wild gluttons
Barbarian untamed
Spelling eachother's name

In hieroglyphic memorandum!!!

We shalt travel beyond old Egypt
We shalt gun the pagodas
We shalt peep the shrines of gosha

As in giants we shalt become!!!


A convent well maketh many babies
Basilica's of the angels
Seraph's of treaties

Shalt we sign ourn admiration in blood?

Tis
Yes
Tis
Love!!!

Kirks to keep ourn reme
mberance
Friary's to be attentive
As the mutuality

Shalt be sweet mine aimer!!!!

No distance shalt be to far
No rancor to blow ourn hearts
No hot mustard to stain out tarts

As Madrid shalt wrap us between acacia posie's!!!!
724 · 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
724 · May 2015
happy art thou,
brandon nagley May 2015
Happy art thou who tradeth machinery for flesh lovers,
Happy art thou who push out technology for thine sisters and brothers!!!

Happy art thou who turn in gun's for roses,
Happy art thou who follow thy prophets, Abraham,Issac, Jacob,
Moses!!

Happy art thou who exchange war for true peace,
From west unto east shall thy binding's be treat's!!!

Happy art thou who give hugs and unforgiving kisses,
Happy art thou who miss someone, for I seek mine own Mrs!!

Happy art thou who travel carriageway,train,car, or van,
Happy art thou bikers who as free spirits ride the sands!!!

Happy art thou mother's who bear sacred children,
Happy art thou father's who giveth thy son's new buildings!!

Happy art thou man and wife to giveth thy other half thy self,
Happy art thou lovers,seekers,romantics ,went through heaven and hell!!!

Happy art thou lonlie's as' me
Us lonlies fly in the breeze,
Yet we are the ones at the top of the world's hill watching,
Watching,
Watching,

Afar off in the distance,

Waiting for god to take us home where we belong!!
723 · Jun 2015
Jittery critters
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Critter gitters
Gets the jitters!!!
Lol boredom makes one write foooooolish stuff haaaaaahaaaa
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I remember being a fledgling of this old polish town, though "not polish mineself", I still had a respect for this place despite all the bad reputation for the polish many shalt speaketh of ( yet I loveth all people's) !!!

Anyways,
Back to the story lad....

There was an older, kinder, gentler, stranger soul in this town. As all of ( Rossford) "mine town" kneweth it as well..... This soul that lingered the old mainstreet strip was named ( Yanos) a man that wasn't ordinary by any means!!! An original Polish being from across his motherland. His knees weakly, his finger's frail, a brown old hat, with a coat to match.....People never got his walking up and down the corridor drag ( with candy in a bag), whilst at the same time picking up lost pennies, ( loose change) jewels to him off the ground!!! Some thought that he was some homeless man, some thought what a crazy fool, others knew it was just his strange soul that was different in all ways to them.......... He wasn't them (as I can more than relate with)!!! He'd  waltz up and down the artery ( Dixie highway) as if he was a spirit with not a care in the world, as if the world was oblivious to him... Heck, the world couldst haveth been burnt down, ( Yanos) wouldn't know.... See, Yano's always did something I shalt always remember,and something children back then couldst not forget...... He always tooketh some of that spare change he found from the ground, and even his own money ( from retirement with this old city) and go to the store ( used to be the pharm, now rite aid). And he wouldst buyeth bags of sucker's, ( OK Maby the cheap kind)!!! But the fact he'd spend all his time going and buying these sucker's, and wouldst passeth them out to any little children who wouldst walketh passed him.... All kiddies loved him, and even the one's who didint knoweth him ( Had great respect for this wandering soul that was just visiting in spirit form)..... Some of course thought ( just another ****** walking picking up pennies and giving candy to kids) ... Yet those art the same people miserable who knoweth not what love is!!!! Yet as I saweth Yano's do this for years for other's ( including giving me sucker's) I kneweth that this specimen was just visiting to giveth us a hint of love( then return back home)..... When he died, I went to his funeral..... People like me who didst not knoweth him, payed ourn deepest respects.... He cameth over here in the 1940s I found out by ship. From Poland of course !!!! And he was an ex-polish soildier... A man of high dignity, and most respected... As me and mine mother and father all stood in front of his casket, I thought how strange since noone kneweth the real him!!! Only his kind act's of love and and kindness to other beings...... But I kneweth this man was just passing through....... As god sent him here in the form of a humble peasant buying and giving away sucker's out of his golden chalice energy, God wanted him back home..... And I'm sure now, ( Yano's is the one who's getting the sucker's now, instead of him passing them out)... Or Maby He's still passing those suckers out to the infant ones in  heaven... Because he's a humbled soul.... And I shalt never forgetteth ( the candy man)

God bless thou Yano's old friend......
R.I.p Yano's ( Candyman)
723 · Jul 2015
Mi amour (reminisce)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Latin goddess,
                                       Spanish by descent
                            Her hermosa voz do I reminisce
            





©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
hermosa voz - means beautiful voice in Spanish
brandon nagley Jul 2015
A poet needeth not pen and paper
To writeth down their prophetic vision's;
A poet, is one of the soul
As the soul
Keepeth all poetry by memory,
Not needing some pen and paper. .



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
721 · Jun 2015
26
brandon nagley Jun 2015
26
26
He gave up his ghost
26
I despised me the most
26
Finis
The end of the show!!!
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)
721 · Oct 2015
REBIRŦħEÐ
brandon nagley Oct 2015
WE ÐIEŦħ
DAILҰ;
T㊉ BE REB㊉RN.




©BRANÐ㊉N NAGLEҰ
©L㊉NES㊉ME P㊉EŦS P㊉EŦRҰ
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!!!!
720 · Jun 2015
neighborhood critters
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The neighborhood homebodies
Art always repulsed by the furry little creature's that sit below
Mine porch,

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

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

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

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

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


And whilst they sit in fear
I stand on mine porch
And feed those little dazzle's bread,
Leftover meat
Scraps
The works
And they are more than greatful
As I them......
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mother, when I was since a young lad
Thou hath fed me, tied mine shoe's;
Cut mine noose.

Though mother, thou art getting older now
The tables hath turned, thine knees art weak;
Thine backs broken and torn.

An as thou hath done for me as a boy
I shalt taketh care of thee, to fill thine heart's joy;
And put shoes on thine feet, as thou hath done me, now its me

Taking care of thee;
MOTHER......................




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Juna nagley/mother dedication
717 · May 2015
pearly gated hips..
brandon nagley May 2015
I seeketh a Chardonnay to singe mine lips,

                                                                               As pearly gates shall wrap her undefiled hip's!!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© あある じぇえん
brandon nagley May 2015
I want not just to see ones pupils, nor even their pull in iris that ***** you on in!!!
I want to peek and peep past those pain spilt windows,
I want to climb upon a old rustic table to climb on through,
I want her to be me, as I her!! A spirited muse!!!
I want to jump on in being absorbed inside her ancient lens,
I want our souls to extend,
As in those cornea's, I feel a heaven only god could make!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Tis mine everything is leaving
Tis she's leaving for a day;
Though just a day, mine soul shalt leaveth
And shalt return unto the grave.

ii.

Until she returneth
Mine spirit shalt be departed;
She's the one keeping me alive
She's mine angel of the creator's garden.

iii.

Tis it may sound funny
Because tis just one day;
The fact is I canst not breathe
When mine earl Jane nagley is away.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Sep 2016
The earth shalt
Be in chaos,
Global
Turmoil
Soon;

For whom wilt
Thou chooseth;
Christ, or an Antichrist
That maketh all small,
Rich, poor, meek,
Taketh the bite of Satan
The mark of the beast.

Wherein is thine hope?
Man, or men? Traditional
Deities, cloaked under demon's
Of stench.

Christ Yeshua spoke
Come unto me all ye that labour
And art heavy laden; for he is meek
And lowly in heart, and all whom seek
Him shalt find rest in their soul's.
For peace only cometh from Christ's
Salvation alone.

If haven't accepted his salvation today
Soon the word's ( come up hither ) will
Be for the world to see on Judgement's
Display. We don't hath tommorrow,
And neither today, I pray O' do I pray
That thou shalt find the Messiah-
Yeshua ha'mashiach, the only eternal way.
Up top is reposted poem for you to accept Christ. My fellow poet's time is running out.. please heed my warning time is running out....
You may ask the question, "How can anyone really know 100% sure that they are going to heaven when they die?" The answer is found in the Scriptures. Here we will not look at what man has to say, but what God says in the Bible. Remember, if what man or religion teaches is contrary to God’s Word - God’s Word is always right over man’s word.

YOU CAN KNOW FOR SURE:
I Jn 5:12-13...
“He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life. These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.”

According to God’s Word one can know that he or she has eternal life. In order to have this settled one must realize Salvation is only through Christ.
SALVATION IS ONLY THROUGH JESUS CHRIST ALONE:

Acts 4:12...
“Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”
John 14:6...
“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

Many have been taught salvation is either through church membership, baptism, good works, or taking the sacrament. Most religions teach living a good life is required for one’s salvation.


YOU CAN NOT WORK YOUR WAY TO HEAVEN:

Eph 2:8-9...
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”...
Titus 3:5...
“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost;”
Gal 2:16...
“Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith of Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Jesus Christ, that we might be justified by the faith of Christ, and not by the works of the law: for by the works of the law shall no flesh be justified.”
Gal 3:10-11...
“For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them. But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith.”Gal 3:24...
“Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith.”
Rom 3:20...
" Therefore by the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified in his sight: for by the law is the knowledge of sin".Understand, one can be sincere about their beliefs yet wrong. If you were sick and someone gave you poison to take instead of a medicine remedy; it doesn’t matter how sincere you are about taking what you believe to be medicine - if it is poison, you are in trouble.
Prov 14:12...
“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”

God’s Word makes it plain that the gift of salvation is only through Jesus and is by grace, not by doing good things.



According to the Scriptures, to once and for all settle in your heart that you are going to heaven.

THERE ARE A FEW THINGS THAT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND:


1. Why We Need a Saviour? WE ARE ALL SINNERS.

Rom 3:23...
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;"
Rom 5:12...
"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:"
Rom 3:19...
"Now we know that what things soever the law saith, it saith to them who are under the law: that every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become guilty before God."
James 2:10...
"For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all."
Unless you admit you are a sinner; you will never see the real need for the Saviour. If we could get to heaven by our good works, why did Christ have to suffer such agony on the Cross?


2. If we die without Christ as our Saviour there is a penalty of eternal punishment in Hell.

Rev 21:8...
"But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death."
Rev 20:14-15...
"And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire."


3. Christ paid the penalty for our sin. We MUST receive Him as our personal Lord and Saviour.

Isa 53:6...
"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."
Gal 3:13...
"Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:"
Rom 5:8...
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
John 3:16...
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.


4. Receive Christ as your Saviour.


In conclusion:
If you have already admitted you are a sinner and according to the Bible deserve to go to hell and if you believe with your heart that Christ died for your sins and arose from the grave the third day...
YOU MUST PERSONALLY BY FAITH RECEIVE CHRIST AS YOUR SAVIOUR!

Rom 10:9-109...
"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation."
Right now after reading these Scriptures if you would simply bow your head and call upon the name of the Lord He will save you and give you eternal life. Remember, it is not just believing. Satan believes in God but that certainly doesn’t mean that he is going to heaven.

Rom 10:13...
"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
John 1:12...
"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:"

Your Salvation is your own personal choice now. You can either RECEIVE CHRIST or REJECT HIM. It is up to you. Salvation is determined by what you do with Christ.

If wanna say sinners prayer and be saved in Jesus especially since the way the world's going and prophecies are happening every which way , christ is calling his bride soon bride meaning the church. Wanna accept Jesus Christ as Lord an Savior also known as Yeshua ha'mashiach means- Jesus the Messiah in hebrew. Many don't know either the word Yeshua means salvation in hebrew amazingly. If want to accept christ simply bow your head pray these words close eyes go somewhere quiet bedroom! Or closet somewhere with peace and quiet.
Pray these words it's a small sinners prayer.

Close eyes
We pray to God Yahweh also called elohim or Jehovah is the name of God!
Close eyes
Say this-
Dear god, I know I've sinned against you and I don't deserve your forgiveness. I wanna put my trust in your son Jesus Christ NOW. I believe your son Jesus died and Rose the third day for my sins. I ask your son Jesus to come into my heart to be my Messiah and Savior. And save me , as right now I give you Jesus my heart and soul. And now will turn from my sinful ways of living and follow you. Thank you for saving me ....I'm now your child.
In Jesus name I pray amen!!!!
Hope you said that prayer prophecies are happening worldwide and soon the trumpets shall blow and christ will take his people from the earth away from the seven years of tribulation coming upon the earth that will be all hellish for anyone left behind. I pray you accept Jesus Christ today if not today I ask you email me if have ?s or are unsure about Jesus.
Your friend Brandon Nagley .
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mankind seemeth to forget
The judgement that he shalt mete
In this life;
Shalt be allocated ten fold
The next.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Mete means dispense or allot justice, a punishment, or harsh treatment.
715 · Jul 2015
staying hp
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Thank you to all mine supporters here winn, arlo, Chris green, many others sorry so stressed can't think lol but for you who know I'm real and good person......and gives respect to all beings thank you for supporting me and being a real family unlike those who wanna harm and hurt me

Thank all of you I'm staying and will ignore trolls and forgive them their just jealous anyways lol
Jealous trolls!!!! Lollllllllllll
And I realized tonight I'm not wasting anymore time on certain people thank you all for making me realize that!!! Love you all gnite!!!
Oh last thing....
I've found out who the real people on here are   who believed me and supported me and for you people thank you with me soul......... Thank you
714 · Jun 2015
Moribund dungeon tomb
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She locketh away in her moribund room
No locks nor keys
Inside her dark tomb!
She thinketh all and sayeth
( what didst I do?)
I'll stayeth locked
In mine dungeonous room..
714 · May 2015
just sliding on through
brandon nagley May 2015
Blackguard pontiffs are bonified magicians,
The brook of neutrality has faded,
Canteen dated apples make caprice the unbreathable air's faulty conditions!!!!

Cataract chase will undertake thy crown,
Thou art gagged and bound to worldly view of conduct,
Non obstruct thy debility of nobilities sublime heritage!!!

Thou prison castle dweller,
Thou worm stuck in the tanks filter!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
yeux de TwiligLanguecoquette
Me noyer dans ta bave
Vivifier moi tranquille veut
Sable nuits nous Endulge dans
Obscurci par l'opacité des duskiness
Préparez-moi dans airify fraîche
Jog moi comme au sein ont été clarifiées
Faire un tour
Montez,
Talk toothsome
Sirupeux ludique
Glissant sur ourn propre amour
Sueur Ambrosial
Pas savoir aux hommes ou aux fantômes
High Hopes rester élevé
extranjeros amorosas contrairement à la plupart
Chéri
Bien fait
Kins d'exposition au-delà
Non destiné à la page en kiosque
Éveils subissent-sons popping
Sécréter les crys de chiens hurlants
Dynamitage comme un sprite
Délicieux sur des plaques d'esprits
Plébéiens à l'attribut non du monde
Brutes de la romance désespérée
Nous feras danser l'amour de la mine de danse
Nous seras valse dans laquelle tu ourn étapes
Voyage un de l'autre!      ( french)

English-

Twilight eyes
Flirtatious tongue
Drown me in thy slaver
Vivify me for tranquil wants
Sable nights endulge us in
Obscured by opacity of duskiness
Brace me in cool airify
Jog me as within were clarified
Take a ride
Get in,
Toothsome talk
Syrupy playful
Slippery on ourn own amour
Ambrosial sweat
Not known to men or ghosts
High hopes to stay high
extranjeros amorosas unlike the most
Darling
Well made
Kins of afterlife exposure
Not meant for newsstand page
Arousals heated popping sounds
Secrete the howling dog crys
Blasting out as a sprite
Delicious on plates of minds
Plebians to non world attribute
Brutes of hopeless romance
We shalt dance the dance mine love
We shalt waltz wherein ourn steps shalt
Trip one another!!!
I know I messed up words or two in french Version don't wanna fix it lol oh well
713 · Jul 2015
The jewel gone to soon
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Young man only thirteen high before his dream's
Taking doses of everything,
Painpill here, something there, a few Soma's in between....

Daddy shouldn't of left out
His first bottle there to begin with,
Yet daddy gave his son those pills
Sin's the son must live and tryeth to forget...

And now the sky falls
The earth to the boy quakes,
Yet now a man he seeith all
All the lies,pain , and heartbreak

He found it out the hard way
Making deal's in alleyway scene's,
To many false Lovers to him
They all telleth tales to maketh him believe...

And so he continues to swallow down his white pills
Just to feel some reality, wherein nothing else seemeth real!!!
And though those round thing's aren't authentic, he does it from the pain, of all the farce one's that cometh again and again....

So he couldn't take none more,  that he got
Trapped in a nightmare, of numbed out demonous plot....
He took a few last white tabs, swallowed them down,
He blasted his music inside his room, blocked the door so he couldnt be found.....

Took his belt, from his closet door, Wrapped it around his neck
Couldn't get no genuine amare from noone, the next life out did he check..
.. As the invalidated he left behind to them a note, mum and dad and everyone, this life I didst not hope....

So his soul clicked, snapped outta his shirt, he fleweth away like a bird, only in his young age, a shock for everyone, for him they hadst no words..... Now he was a ghost!!!

Their only word's were they were soo sad he hadst taken this way out, now at themselves they were mad, because it was them be was talking about..
How they hadst forgotten him, and all the stuff he hadst told... He was a young angel, who so young gave up soul...

The boy who died a man, payeth a visit every now and then,
He stoppeth in with the other suicide's of were hurt and heartbroken....
And up above the man canst seeith the Heartbreakers still break,
Thinking in his mind he forgives them now, though their still fake.

And yet though their fake, he intercedes to God for them in prayers.
Because he's a true seraphim, he didn't even belong here...
His character is unlike them, he was the truest to come around,
And now the other's wilt knoweth the jewel whom they hadst let down...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is a made up story, not about anyone, just came up with.. Sad but beautiful..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst I must say
Im not a perfect being
I'm proud to say
I'm an inhuman thing...
712 · Jul 2015
The miracle mile march...
brandon nagley Jul 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
711 · Aug 2015
CONTROL
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Daily upon the screen
I seeith young men
Sent off to war;
As tis I seeith the greedy men
Getting rich from them
As tis I thinkest,
What for?



CONTROL.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
711 · Aug 2015
"I DO"
brandon nagley Aug 2015
O' how I loveth her
If she only knew;
She wilt knoweth soon
When I sayeth " I DO".



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
709 · Aug 2015
Strong, she is powerful
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Just the
Thought of
Her turneth
Me on;
Now that
Is strong.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

O' sempiternal recherché Majesty
Thine winsome Penumbra overtaketh;
Between the window's of Yahweh.

ii.

O' fluoresce me with allay
Cometh to me tonight;
Cuddle with me until day.

iii.

Hush, mine darling of
Michael the archangel;
Taketh mine hand's, get with me entangled.

iv.

From space, to the third sky
To the country view, and Bengal;
We shalt rest fine, mine beloved.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry creator
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication
sempiternal means eternal and unchanging.
recherché- means rare, or exotic.
winsome means attractive or appealing in character.
Penumbra means the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an object.
fluoresce is light given off.
allay- means put at rest mine fear's and worries.. Calming me.
Figured I'd give you all words to understand this one for some who don't know loll enjoy (: thanks for reading.
709 · May 2015
limbos queen
brandon nagley May 2015
A craigslist seeker, she seeks to die and dies to live, Cant pay the rent when the roomies turned out to material gifts, what a queen she is, tattoos to cover her paraplegic scars.. numbing is her entertatinment fly for free you darling of heavens bars, drive me wild you rose among bedded thorns where fashion is intelligent, irrevelant your beauty flows past caked mountain bliss..Lover you douse me in your 60s content where men just now understand you, how the tracks are soo bent...shine for me you diamond eye holder, Victorian crime loather, loathe with me, stick to me you animal of ****** nature, your stature hard to read, none to feed your lips to give heavens honey where no or none money can buy what all you have to sell, you stomper of demons you broke heaven and hell, for this heart has swelled to you me love..............title- limbos queen
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.
707 · Oct 2015
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
707 · Jun 2015
Longsuffering
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Longsuffering,

Shalt either bring thou a reward in the end
Or a curse....

Depends on what thou art longsuffering for!!!
706 · Aug 2015
I knoweth im in love
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I knoweth I'm in love;
Whenever mine Reyna's gone, mine thought's of her never end
I knoweth I'm in love;
When mine queen start's crying, mine soul feeleth as dying death
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I goeth to sayest one word, and mine rose completeth it
I knoweth I'm in love;
Mine eye's art shut, picturing mine lass on the side of mine waist
I knoweth I'm in love;
When it's her eye's I seeketh to look into, to tasteth her taste
I knoweth im in love;
We sing to eachother, turneth on one another, Melodie's in peace
I knoweth I'm in love;
I'll waiteth a thousand, million, billion, quadrillion, forever
I knoweth I'm in love;
She maketh me smile, laugh, happy, dance, do thing's I don't do
I knoweth I'm in love;
She's inspiring, always reminding me, of an amour so true
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I breathe, tis her breathe, every second is best, with her
I knoweth I'm in love;
With her I'm in heaven, the world I do forget, chariot of celestial's
I knoweth I'm in love;
The star's rest on her back, the moon her head, the sun her lip's
I knoweth I'm in love;
She attract's me in all way's, tis she's mine night and day, light
I knoweth I'm in love;
We art one spirit, one abode, one all, one at home
I knoweth im in love;
She alway's forgiveth me, as tis, I alway's forgiveth her
I knoweth were in love;
When she sayest back, " I loveth thee most, I sayest " ME MORE".

I knoweth I'm in love..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
706 · May 2015
lungs needing compression
brandon nagley May 2015
Lung's whisping, one dying last breathe,
To lay this burdened chest on a cold plattered pillow.

Curruption enters man's last wishes, for the stains bypass your notches,  yet you can be made white as snow! Not as trolls..

Digest of edgy commentary, the world's getting scary, and you pay attention to thy media?

Strength hammered, models glamour,
As if their degrees are higher than yours...

I roll on shore, a midlife crisis ship, sir Lancelot? For how did you loose thine grip?
What's wrong? Lusting got the best of you,
Following the demons, clay scultped, you shrew...

A sword of enlightening to foretell coming days,
You animal in a cage, you can be free as the hybrid you've obtained..
706 · May 2015
seven deathly sins!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
They ****,
They Mame,
They steal,
They play,
They laugh,
They covet,
They test
Hell as an oven!!!

They backstab,
They backbite,
You pulleth and grab,
They moan in delight,
They cheat,
They lust,
They thrive,
Of bones and of dust!!!

Their uncharitable,
They murmer,
Their a narcotic using world,
Their explorers,
Their punks,
Their freaks,
Their madmen,
Their geeks!!!

Their warlords,
Their pacifists,
Their hatred,
Is all nonchalant!!!!!

They get high to get what they want,
Their complainers,
Their lazied!!!
Their pilled out,
Junkies,
Crazy!!!!

Their low,
In disguist,
They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!!
A delightful expensive musk!!!

Their cheap,
Penny pinchers
Their losers,
Their winners


Their warriors,
Their jocks,
Taking selfies of shame,
Of perverted stuff!!!

Their tounges are asps,
Their hands are weapons,
They'll meet you in hell,
I looketh forward to heaven!!!!

Their babies,
Scaby infested,
Some get off on ***,
Others love molestation!!

Their racists,
Their rapists to!!!
Of mother earth,
And mankind's tombs...

They turn on each other,
Sister and thy brother,
They gaze in mothers purse,
As with dad arguments stay cursed!!!

They are disobedient,
Disloyal in their love!!
No god do they worship,
Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!!

They eat on organics,
They eat pesticide!!
Some live on freely,
Others seek thy easy way out(suicide)

The have no one to turn to,
Except their vain imaginations,
Their nonhumble,
Proudfully tumbled!!!!
Their fall is bound to occur!!!!

These are the humans!!!!

Welcome to earth!!!!
705 · Oct 2015
O' dearest love
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Jane
Mine existence;
Jane
Mine quintessence;
Jane
Mine crème de la crème;
Jane
Thy name is the most incorporeal;
Jane
Mine ticker tick tock's, as a clock: time eternal.
Jane
I yearn for thee;
Jane
I don't deserveth thee;
Jane
I'm on mine knee's;
Jane
I'm begging please
Jane
I'm beseeching thee;
To cometh closer
Layeth thy head down
Upon mine chest
Falleth asleep
With me.
Jane,
I loveth thee.
Jane
Mine soulmate;
Jane
O' dearest love
O' dearest love.
O' how whole I am with thee
Mine dove.
O' dearest Jane.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry\ Hari-Reyna incorporated
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
705 · May 2015
clarity in the heat!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Lawmen oversee the old day's hanging's,
Exit signs designed only for those who wear worn out tennis shoes,
Conquered,
Overcrowding as if only cattle can fit through!!!!

No salt nor pepper to design creation meals of home,
Fall is near,
Plumbings far to clogged,
Days passeth night,
As night begins to freight!!!

Wolves on the outside trade fur's with ferrel dogs!!!

Clenching of teeth siren off as oven's they bake,
They brew,
Country town folk with rod and ungodly staff they overtaketh and rule!!!!

Crises of all temptation,
Bleeders to readers,
****** deviants get out to put down their own indignations!!!

Desire all thou wilt,
Desiree's,
Empathies,
Chalkers, scoffers , doctors of deaths pill!!!

Read on,
Read on uneducated pillar,
For thy hooks art thy scrolls,
Thy eyeglasses maketh thou gnomes of such readings to bring thou thrillers!!!!!!

Fragrant destiny resistant to all microbial force,
Accusation's humbling,

Sovereignty is a mystery to us mortals!!!!

Dragon's slayed to stature founder's ditches of war dug out of centurion portals,
Wreaking architecture drawn out of mapped whirlpools lies,
Some groweth deathly,
Sweet talkers are refusing to trust their own worried minds!!!!

Black coated tuxedoed hosts delighting their own escapes,
Some window's stay open,
Some stay closed in the fortress,
This inescapable place!!!!!!

Tis,
This human landfill,
Dump,
Waste!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Acid skies
Brimmed by dust;
Ancient eyes
Spilled by lust

ii.

Corrupting tongue
Lathered by oil;
A bomb for ourn world
It shalt be resoiled.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Repost
703 · Jun 2015
Purport amare...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her megacosm luminaries
Streaketh the Spanish fairy
A kismet of no forget's
All clean
Sanitary
No caution here
Take off thy wordly shoes
Cashin's shalt not be rationed
Jazz and rock and roll blues
Instant sanity
Ground to kava beans
Queens and kings
Hopes and dreams
Splendered
******* Dusk's
To smell her musk
To break her unease
To dry her tears
To wipe her feet
To crown her empress
To shine her in
To get a glimpse of heaven
To forget all mine sins
To create a totality
Made of ourn own cerebration
Catoptric intellectual gifts
A boom of sonic
Mass concentration!!!!
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