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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
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Their story is not over
Somehow they'll end back up again
In another life
Wherein all is right
And all the openness

No more sadness
On both ends
No more worries
Of what's to come
If only one shalt heareth me,
Where life's Brooks floweth and run

The sun to guide their memories
Truly not forgotten
Two verses of biblical proportion
A tree of life to all their knowledge!!!
702 · May 2015
Fall springbird
brandon nagley May 2015
All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?

Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

This temple is broken, lonesome, and old
It's leaving this place, the world's not meant for Good soul's;
Whilst good soul's art meant, for heaven not purgatory nor hell
No longer shalt I be trapped, or treated like some beast in his cell.

ii

I've seen prison before, and I dealt with that iron bar hand
The structure, the flames, the brute animals, and the pain;
They biteth til thou bleedeth, again and again, wings to expand
Expansional shift, I'll taketh mine flying arm's and I shalt uplift.

iii

Leaving suddenly, as they do sayeth, for only the good do die young, I shalt breatheth more easily, none more hatred, for the amour of the light I'm going to, I shalt succumb, mine senses wilt be ten fold the more than planet destruction earth, rebirthed.

iv

None more seeing war on the television screens, none more untruthful words, for others to bringeth me, none more reptillian like Creation's to killeth mine dream's, none more scream's, none more for those to breaketh me, a serene scene, of alien planet's.

v

None more hopeless romance, for I shalt haveth all the hope given, none more having to write on paper, mine soul shalt write by the dust trail's so splended, to be the cherub's inspiration, as cheribum shalt listen to me sing on set, this place for me to forget.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Nov 2015
The poet
To God
Is an apostle
Of wisdom;

The poet
To God
Is the bringer
Of God's kingdom;

The poet
Created by their Creator
Writeth heavenly knowledge down
On spiritual paper;



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
699 · Sep 2015
Cometh up hither.....
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Many Creation's ago
Throughout the time of the great bolide;
The Chromosphere flashed, unearthly tide's

ii.

Streak's glitzed the sky's
Hell underneath shook;
The lord brought me and Jane together, Gaveth us Bible's as book

iii.

I shalt not leaveth her
In this time of great travail;
We shalt be called up, the word's " cometh hither" shalt be mailed


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry
699 · Oct 2015
Below lies the brimstone
brandon nagley Oct 2015
I feelest the thunderstorm rolling in
As tis death is catching up with me;
The waves of brimstone, coldness and the depth of the dark sea
Awaiteth me below mine unworldly feet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
βασίλισσα μου
i θέλεις αγαπά εσύ
μέχρι το τέλος του χρόνου

(Translated from Greek to English)

Queen of mine
I shalt loveth thou
Until the end
Of time.......
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brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Into mine soul
Into mine soul;
Lieth mine Reyna
Mine amare, mine abode.

ii.

Into mine head
Into mine head;
Lieth mine sunshine
The one I've awoken to, from the dead.

iii.

Into mine spirit
Into mine spirit;
I commendeth mine pneuma
Into her Filipino chariot.

iv.

Into mine death
Into mine death;
I shalt be renewed
By her every last breathe.

v.

Into heaven
Into heaven;
Awaiteth mine angel
I shalt be her minstrel.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
697 · Sep 2015
She's whom I........
brandon nagley Sep 2015
She's whom I waketh for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine mi amour'.

She's whom I breatheth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine Filipino girl.

She's God's messenger to thy world
Indeed, O' indeed;
She's mine diamond, gem, pearl.

She's for whom I liveth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
Mine queen Jane nagley, all that I need.


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

Once upon a time, in the interweb of H.P
Betwixt technology's advance, wherein all us poet's dream;
I met a queen, a tan skinned Filipino rose
I kneweth her from before formation, we got conjoined by toe's.

ii.

Friend's only at first, she was always there to listen
Though in love the whole time, an angelic preordained invention;
Both to shy, to cometh out with ourn realest affection's
Though mine spirit was screaming telleth her, I got her attention.

iii.

After us both in focus, and this hellish step-stool left behind
We both, like past life ghost's, made ourn amour' as sweet wine;
And now and forever, until the end of tommorrow, and time
We shalt forever fasten ourn specter's, now all maketh sense fine.

iv.

Many thinkest eternal living doth not exist, after ourn death
Telleth that to me and earl Jane nagley, as we shalt flyeth;
Ourn wing's wilt glideth, the moon's, atmosphere's, and star's
God is ourn guider, the angel's sit beside her, as I feeleth whole

                                            In mine heart.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
697 · Aug 2015
Mad hatter, and his Alice
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Betimes, in the ages of shadowed black
Stripes were mine Mark's, scar's on mine back;
I cried for a rescuer, a healer of medicinal fact's
She sprinkled me with her babaylan docteretic caress.

ii.

The tincture's she Gaveth me, were godly induced
Whenever her lingo speaketh, mine heart goes loose;
As tis she knoweth, she maketh me feel better to
She's a lullaby, when I cryeth, a queen, a poem, mine muse.

iii.

Tis she's mine solace, mine palisade palace
I'm the mad hatter, as tis she's mine wonderland Alice;
She maketh men crazy, with her beautiful charm's
I loveth mine queen, the angel in mine arms.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
babaylan- means like a healer or religious women in Filipino..
docteretic- a made up word by mineself lol meaning like a doctor
697 · Aug 2015
Closed fist's
brandon nagley Aug 2015
As I've seen
In this world, which I'm just passing through;
Men with closed fist's, hitting other men with closed fist's.........
As tis they start war's,
That never end........

Not realizing in their moment of closed fist's.....................



That love is the answer..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
696 · 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.
695 · Jun 2015
Annunaki thaw out
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She was sent by god
In the age of the Neanderthal
She was frozen on anunnaki spacecraft
In mine soul she was unthawed!!!
695 · May 2015
factuality
brandon nagley May 2015
Truth,
Men stop selling thy empresses to magazines and cheap sell outs!!
Truth,
Women , stop giving in to buyouts where thy men make you cheap dieouts and slaves to them!!!
Truth,
Men stop putting grenades in young lads hands, where thou bury your dead in thy sand,
Only waiting for thine next war!!!!
Truth!!
Kings and queens find your amour', not with currency you have collected!!!
Truth,
Both love each other not as objects but as one unprotected!!!!
Truth,
Men,  stop thy iccusion of thine own brothers, for respect one another, they are thou, and thou are they!
Truth,
Mothers, waddle/thine children,
Don't grieve for today!!
Truth,  
Fathers, show thine daughters makeup does not make beauty,
Nor can any fashion bring her rubies, for she's that ruby herself!!!
Truth,
Sibling lend thy hand, make voice with thy stand, If one screams will thou help?
Truth,
Leaders, do not befoul thy archaic province, make thine sons and daughters queens and kings of all challice,
Let them grow in purest reverance!!!!!
Truth, men stop thine own lusting, for doth not thou have a wife?
Truth,
Women don't thou to?
Truth,
Babies grow up to hear thine folks, for your skin by them was cloaked, Didst thou not know obeying is the greatest commandment?
Truth,
Boyfriends,husbands and men treat thy dame as if there's no more, call her your mi amour', not thy slave to fix your menu, and clean thine own dish!!
Truth,
Dreamers dream , and poor ones wish,
For one day you shall rulleth hand and fist to thy rich!!!!

TRUTH!!!!!
695 · Jun 2015
Jibberish kittish
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As the hourglass tipped it's sand
The gypsies were walking
Hand in hand
Singing sixties operas
With flowers to their kilts
Denounced hatred
And ******
With a chalice of wealth
Blood from from soldiers
Uncle Sam
Lived in filth
Gargoyles stood the maze
Bearded ones didn't shave
As preppies spoke
In language
Flat and grey
Yet the gypsies
Loved another
With bands of beads
And colored clothing
Crystal *****
To see the future
Whilst the end is surely coming
Tears floweth
Growls are humming
As racial slurs
Are blue badged gesture
The sick get worse
The fool gets better
As Wherein the gypsies
Danced a grog
Of synagogue
Temples!!!
Jibberish songs!!
brandon nagley May 2015
She's a schoolgrad by day,
A poetress by night,
Hard working,
Such a light!!

She roams poems to get her fix,
She's witty,
Non forgetting,

A smashing  grip to thy heart and chest!!!

A mirror who makes thou seeith things only heaven doth offer,
A( P.B.S) lover of fine writings,
Her wine much inviting,

As a friend I've made,

And as a seraph

She hunkers amongst the divine lost and roaming!!!!

If only she came closer!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow

I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room

Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt

I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette

To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....
brandon nagley Sep 2015
ɨ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ.

ɨɨ.

Assʊaɢɛ ʍɨռɛ aռɢʊɨsɦ
Dօ ɖaʀɛ;
Dօ ɖaʀɛ.

ɨɨɨ.

Maҡɛtɦ aʍaʀɛ tօ ʍɛ
Iռ ċօʟɨsɛʊʍ ʀaքtʊʀɛ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ aʄtɛʀ, sɦaʟt tɦɛ staʍք օʄ ċօsʍɨċ աaʋɛ's ɛռɢʀaʋɛ ʊs.

ɨʋ.

Nօռɛ tօ ɛռsʟaʋɛtɦ ʊs
As օʊʀռ ʟɛɢ's aռɖ ɦaռɖ's aʀt ʄʀɛɛ;
A աɨɖɛ ʊռɛaʀtɦʟʏ sċɛռɛ, աɨtɦ օʊʀռ ռɛɛɖ's ċaʀɛɖ ʄօʀ.

ʋ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
Hօա ʄaɨʀ tɦօʊ aʀt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
693 · 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 Jul 2015
Mi amour'
Please do not cry,
I shalt crucify mineself
To wipe the tears from thine eyes....

Mi amour'
Please don't feel alone,
Thou already knoweth
That I am thy home....


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
693 · Dec 2016
Amiss I am, awry I be
brandon nagley Dec 2016
Amiss am I, awry I be, with thought's not of this sphere, O' how I thinkest of the real me. The real me with none dermis, the reality of none colored blood. I'm katharí psychí;
Of the empyrean love.

Wherein the substance and materials aren't bought, nor sold; I'm sick of the greed, the wantonness, that makes monsters out of men.

I've experienced wantonness, though verily it doesn't please me, I've tasted Lust's, and lust conceives sin;
Sin leadeth to death.

Lord Almighty, protect me from the demon's that never rest, nor do they sleep;

They art witty, unforgiving, they make men's heart's their places to eat and invest.

Renew me Yahweh in this mortal stress, keep mine eye's on thee; O'
Mighty king.

Free me of mine burdens;
And mine restlessness.

Let thine light,
Overshadow me.

© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
Amiss- not as things should be( in other words"out of place".
awry -crooked, out of proper order (pronounced 'a-wry')
None- means ( no) old form.
Dermis-the skin.
katharí psychí- means ( pure love) Greek dialect.
empyrean-belonging to or deriving from heaven.
Thinkest- second form of (think).
Wherein- in which.
wantonness-always being in want. Wanting everything, yet never wanting to give anything to anyone'.
Verily'- truly.
Leadeth- leads.
Art-are
Witty- showing or characterized by quick and inventive verbal humor..
Thee-you.
Yahweh'+ God's name in Hebrew.
Mine- my.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
ella sólo necesita estas tres palabras antes de su sueño laxa ...... primera palabra-I, segunda palabra amor, tercera palabra: usted. .... Y siempre me acuerdo de ella hace saber estos tres simples pero más fuerte de palabras !!! las palabras tienen una voz tan !!!

(Spanish tongue)

English tongue-

She only needs these three words before her lax sleep......first word-I ,  second word-love, third word- you.  .... and I always remember to telleth her these three simple yet strongest of words!!! words have such a voice!!
691 · May 2015
now and neverland...
brandon nagley May 2015
Thou art now subject to moral decay,
Moral display is factored in thy oddjob list,
Wherein snob-ball Lisp's are sumblime in groupie sets!!!!

Woe to be pondered,
Sky's souly to be wandered through broken holed boat's,
To neat-nice pottery stinking nets!!!

Astute loons maketh their graces high and mighty,
Where tribes stay rewinding their beginning end's of birth,
Art thou a leader from many kingdom's?
Or a lubricant to zealous curse!!!!!

Spoon's replace knive's,
Deadly sin to replace wive's,
Crimes against humanity puppeteer the market's trail,
Crumb's reach the helpless, whilst snarling dog's drag tail!!!!

Embankments to fit the streamed beauties,
Where prestine muting is sound fit to cold coated bones!!!

Infrequency goes higher to the laughing in lover's valley,
Wherein pin's to sportsman's ball goes rallied,
Tallied up zero to zero four score!!!

None makes a difference if thou art the lonely beggar at loves lost door!!!!

A premium stands by for the serpent who make's it's pass,
Crawl through the fiery hole thou stained creature,
Step out betwixt the cities of the now and forever future!!!!
#prisonview, #unspokensoul
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A poet isn't one to followeth the rules of poetry,
A poet's writing
Cometh from the soul;
And the soul hath none rule's....
Thus the word's from one
Art words of freedom...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
690 · Aug 2015
The 9th hour......
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The greatest act of love
Known to mankind;

He was madeth a mockery,
Put thorns on his head
His Beard's hair ripped from his flesh;

He was scourged
Spit upon
Laughed at;

Made to carry his own cross
Nails driven through hand's
Spike's driven through feet.

As hanging on that cross,
Cried out,
                 Father, forgiveth them; for they NOT knoweth what they do...................

As tis he couldst hath run
From the guard's whom hath cometh for his arrest
To be put to death;

Yet,
He understood, he must die!!!!
For the sin's of thy world.........

As god's son, in human flesh, suffering up on that cross
Suffering in agony, and fear;
Cryeth out ( forgiveth them father), because the soldier's hadst no idea whom he was, neither didst the Pharisee's.......

Yet they learned whom he was
When his soul left the ninth hour;
Ànd the temple's curtain ripped in twain
The earth shooketh,
And the blood moon behind Christ's cross;
With the sky blackened....

As on that day;
The greatest act to mankind
Was done!!!!!!!

Shed by
             Innocent blood....  




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
The greatest love known to mankind, his innocent blood dripping down the cross.. An the only one.. Not sitting in some tomb.. As all the others who are worshipped are... He has risen... And will be back... As people by the millions now in Christian world and Muslim world's are having dreams of him visions and life after death experiences all meeting who? Jesus Christ... Not noone else...the lord the savior.don't believe go to YouTube see how many life after death experiences there are people saved outta literal hell yes literal and brought to heaven or taken straight up there, as Christ is only way!!!!.. The only.... He forgives all sins past present and his word sais ,,( I am the way the truth, and the life, no man comes to the father (God) except by me) meaning except through Christ... U  who dont know him pray u do.. The prophecies all are being fulfilled now.. And the time of the end surely is near... Wanna know more inbox me... As many don't know more Muslims are turning to Christ now by the thousands and and millions...Christ is showing himself to them in visions and dreams... Bible said this about end ( joel chap 2 verse 28-And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:) which I've had dreams of asteroids hitting the earth already well known to about to happen... awake find Christ I pray... Get saved through Christ .. There is no other way... I don't care to be mocked as I know will happen as bible said we would be mocked... But look at what's going on America.. World... Your worlds about to explode.. And thy Antichrist for new world order will take over... Get outta sleep mode pay ATTN... The middle East is in flames... see usa just made a bad deal with Iran some claim is good lol umm no. Bad news for all especially isreal... Gods land of gods chosen people! Though the only way to eternal life is Christ.. And u wanna talk and say to me there is no demons nor hell.?? Yeah tell that to the millions who have been scratched by demonic unseen forces on earth all evps ( voice recordings) of them as I have inside house and also I've been scratched and taunted... No I'm not crazy me and me mum and dad have all experienced being scratched or had problems happen from these demonic forces also known as fallen angels..also noises in house... Footsteps... Orb pics of partial spirits as they show spirit form....Satan's own kind..... As they hate anything to do with light and God.... Why I'm dealing with so much... That's why... Not some joke... Tell ones who've been to hell and back ( physical place) its a joke and quote all in the mind lol.... Pray u may except Christ soon... The time is now.... The time is here... As a man was murdered in his innocent blood for u... And all wrong weve done... Prophecies are being fulfilled and all proof is there.... Pray u find him /: really do because great tribulation of 7 years is coming... And where will u be? Left on earth to deal with hell on earth... Don't want that for u friends.. And last thing  to all of u...u think its some coincidence that media and TV has been pushing all this stuff on Christ? And rapture? And end of world stuff all at once and asteroid stuff? Lol come on medias even giving u clues because they know to as the high people above them gvt wise know.. Think of that.... And awake
brandon nagley Jul 2015
We shalt Noel ourn favorite aria
A chorale of valiant rendezvous,

Overcome by ourn setting sun
Enchanted by ourn moon,

Fixated and elevated, by flying bolide's in the empyrean
Statue's of us to be built, with ourn amour' as its coliseum,

Dozy by ourn ardor spree, worn out from long heartfelt night
Covering eachother with balm, mollified by ourn spice...

The birds to maketh their fly-by, the bugs to creep on foot
The sand beneathe ourn locked feet, touched by the soot....

Her head on mine chest, as this she Whisper's ( I loveth thee mine rey)

I whisper back (I loveth thee more, reina of mine heart's display)




As tis
The passer-byers witnessed two angels lost in the moment
Forgetting the world ever existed...

Looking into eachother's extraterrestrial pupil's!!!!!
Rey is king in Spanish and reina is queen in Spanish... So you know ():
688 · Jun 2015
H.P madhatters
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Colloquial poets
The ones of (H.P)
Coherent mad hatter's
Their words
Shalt maketh one
Laugh, cry, happy or bleed
Sad!
Indeed!!!

H.P
brandon nagley Jul 2015
By morning her depression haunt's her
By midday boredom gets her
So the mall she pays a visit...
And night the bookstore calleth her,
As she gets lost in her dream's
Whilst reading strange novels
And romantic things....

She stay's and read's for hour's
Fixed with her eyes glued
Forgetting the world behind her
She's a serpahim stuck in global noose...
As tis she leaveth
The book palace and goes to the park,
She sits in her car reading
Poem's on H.P by lonely heart's...
As tis this moment shes not lonesome
She stareth at her moon.
All her daily sorrow's
Art gone in her orb so true...
Though tis she still thinketh of me
In the back of her mind,
I'm just glad when she responds to me
To telleth me she is mine!!!!!!
As mine heart doth flutter
To a happiness of sweet divine....




©Brandon nagley ( lonesome poet's poetry)
687 · Jul 2015
Pariah's of old
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Tis whimsical yes?
How the pariah's of old
Such as Picasso
Poe
Vangogh
Egon schiele
El Greco
Oscar Wilde
Emily Dickinson
John Keats
michelangelo
( all poet's or artists)
All were the relic age nobody's to quote (popular society.).....
And they went broke pushing their beauties,

Yet now look at them
Millionaires in their graves....

Bet their looking down thinking
Really????
Pariah is pretty much a loser lol thanks wolf for telling me this so I used it as title lol
Inspired by Wolfie
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

O' how grand the star's were last evening
As I layed in the dew covered misty grass;
I observed the time, as hour's goeth to fast,
Wilt I last, on mine twenty seventh birthday?

ii.

Tommorrow, the twenty-third, another birth,
Whilst I've lived for twenty-six, I've seen hell.
I've met heaven in mine queen, I've seen cell's
I've discovered godly knowledge, spiritual bliss.

iii.

Shalt I liveth, another timecapsuled round?
I've seen nine-twenty-three, on the clock
For year's, was it a sign of something big
To happen to me, or to the world's own fear's?

iv.

Is it the destruction of earth, is it mine curse,
Shalt I breatheth another eve', shalt mine body
Disconnect with mine spirit; shalt I still smile,
Shalt these bone's goeth home, where Yahweh rest's in aisle's.

v.

Nine-twenty three, cometh soon, of eighty-eight
When I was hatched, in the creator's hand flashed;
Twenty-six fiscal's, making to one more ticking-hand
Wilt mine vision's cometh true, for me, thou, forever 27...

vi.

Shalt I still exist?
Or leaveth quickly to heaven........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
© forever 27
686 · Jul 2015
God, the magic pill
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Lately
In honesty
As an addict to pain pills
I've felt like just getting back on the ****** train
And saying the hell with it all,
Though when I think about it
I know,

God is that pill
That heals all pain
Cancer
Sickness
Disease
Depression
Sleep apnea
Suicidal thoughts
Hurt
Wanting
Needing
All....

As when I want to pop a nice ****** elixer
I must first think to mineself...
God,
Is the elixer to all...

God is the magic pill...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Shes simply.....

****
Sweet
A delight
Heavens treat...
A cherub,
A serpahim,
A chariot
Of heavens plum....
A cheribum,
A reader,
An angel
Past life soulmate and mine greeter...
One of woes
And stressed
Worries
She invests in...
Thinketh to much just as me
For tis I'm her,
For we art free.
She's unbound to worldly knowing
She's her own show...
Halo on her head
Close thine eyes when she glows!!!
Though open thy eye's
When thou want to seeith,
Everything heàven offer's
She healeth me when I bleedeth...
She's, mine
Mi amour
Mi amare
Mine child
So fair,
Alluring
Appealing,
Charming
Dazzling,
Delicate
Delightful
­Elegant, fragile
Insightful,
Helper
Of others,
Sister
Lonely
As her feathers...
She hast wing's
She flappeth them at night.
When her moon cometh out
Her worries turn bright.
Gorgeous
Graceful
Giving
Unwasteful,
Marvelous
Pleasing
M­aketh me wait
She's teasing
Splendid
Stunning
Superb
Poetic words of her's art flowing and running.....
She turneth me on
She maketh me see
Everything I wanted before
In a lost boys dreams...
Though I've told thee
I kneweth her from lightyears away,
When wilt she maketh me hers?
I guess I'll have to wait ..
Though I'm not patient,
For her I shalt be....
Because that's true love...
Waiting on thee......


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

Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****.

ii.

Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.

iii.

Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?

iv.

Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.

v.

Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;

The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication
683 · Jun 2015
Liaison match hatched
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I shalt for her walk on hot coal
I shalt for her embark to her home
I shalt for her drieth her misery
I shalt to her make love and her me
I shalt for her die or live, whatever she chooseth
I shalt for Her giveth all
For her I can't looseth
I shalt for her warble ourn own hymn
As for her mine amare, Spanish amour', love, best friend!!!
I shalt for her dandle all her ways
I shalt for her go to war, come home in her embrace
I shalt for her wait
I shalt for her marry, date
Haveth babies as mixed matched creates!!!
I shalt for her
Layeth down mine life
I shalt for her giveth all
No wrong all right
I shalt for her endow to her mine brio
Mine Spanish inclinating zest
Mine liaison tis so real!!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

This life,
But a quick moment's flash;
We withereth as flower's
We dissapeareth like grass.

ii.

Born into the next eternity
Rebirthed into living;
I shalt giveth every last breath
Because the time is verily leaving.

iii.

I won't taketh thou for granted
I wilt giveth all mine love;
To thee mine queen,
To thee mine jane-
Mine own being
And dove.

iv.

O' we art here but for
A second, O' we cometh
To learn, then moveth on;
I shalt loveth thee in the morn
And dusk, in dying sun's, and
Mournful song's.

v.

And even when I passeth
On, I'll findeth thou then
To, mine spirit's lively, it
Knoweth what it needeth,
Not undeciding- for I am
Thou, meaning I am you.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
682 · Jun 2015
Mi casa su casa
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I was searching for a home for millenia's,
Yet by the eyes
On the cover of her page
I knew at that moment

I was home!!!

A homestead of fertile pastures
A heaven I once knew
As in the last life
She was mine other fragment

As I dove into her darkened pupils
I absorbed the fact
I was in mine household all along!!!
681 · May 2015
out of place..
brandon nagley May 2015
Title-out of place- by meself.   A boor I am to peasantry's sultry disgrace, cargo to be tended, I subsist unamended, how childish I play these games.
Liquer buds, saltine love crumbles beneathe day room lock-outs! Eyes stare ablazed, the hued sunset repeadily turns masterpiece of horrid honeymoons idealistic and realistic to discussions seeming strange.
Partial bodies secrete the grassed out hills, morning calling awaits.,,,,,
brandon nagley Jun 2015
When past addicts used to use dope
They'd always say
It was because they wanted to escape
Yes tis true
But I just loved that unearthly intense feeling
Other words getting high

Tis a dangerous thing,

Though I've realized something in the past few years,
Ive realized man fills the void of something he hast known in a past life,
Something instilled into us millenias ago in spirit form
Man fills his heart and lusts and his desires with
Dope, marijuana
******
Crack
*******
Pills
****
Hallucinogens
The list goes on

Why?
One mayeth ask...

The why is because man knew something before
Before he came to this planet
And when his soul came to this planet
He hadst lost that intense high
The feeling only god can give
To where there are to many stories
Of people who hast crossed the other side
And want to know what those millions people hast said?
Down through the ages?

They all say the same thing,
Confirming gods word

When they were in his presence
And the angels presence as well

They spoke of a peace not ever known to us beasts
They spoke of a love that connects between thou and god
No sadness
No sorrows
Nor any hate
As in heaven many hast mentioned
That thou wilt not need to speaketh by mouth there
As gods son and his seraphim and cheribum
Communicate by thoughts (telepathy speaking)
As many hast witnessed this
They said he spoke (he gods son)
Spoke to his angels by thinking it
As this person witnessing it
Could understood what gods son
And what the angels hast communicated!!!
Up there is far different from here
Though in reality soo much alike
Ive heard many say
Heaven and the spiritual realm
Is a blue print of earth
As the saying goes
Let it be done on earth
As tis in heaven!!!

And people might not get that concept
But the earth is a mapped out blueprint
Already created in the third heaven!!
How wonderfully mind blowing
Something man canst fathom!!!

So tis purely factual
When man shoots brown in his veins
Or snorts some hemorage
To his nose

He's doing it because his soul knows
There's something it needs
A fulfilling not there to fill that emptied void!!!

And if we pay attention,
Look around us friends
The worlds in chaos

The old Jewish prophet from long ago
Once said
In the end times
The world shalt be in fedimikiya!!!
(Drug addiction) other words

And hast thou not seen?

Deaths by thousands from tar?
Tar meaning dope
What about everyone using an excuse to call something medical?
Lol medical to me means I wanna get higher than a clown on Christmas!!! Lol
And the worlds made it one big medical excuse,
To escape their depression lives and realities!!!

And what about the babies
Jobs
Families
Husbands
Wives
All affected by dope
Lust for their high
Alcohol to stupor one?
Tis true
Like it or not

Man fills a void he kneweth was there all along
He seeketh it
Yet none to be had
All seem happy whilst loaded
Yet alone in their bathrooms sad!!

Taking that miry plunge
Putting on a mask
Eating pills for lunch
Making alcohol their lovers
Pushing out mum and dad
Sister and brothers

Fact harsh to ones reality

Yet in truth
That's why god said to be sober here on this godforsaken planet
Because he hast an amour
That will floweth into thee
As thou wilt his
A connection that thou all seeketh
Yet wordliness shalt not give

Words of honesty
Mine lost friend! !
Pure truth! Dont like don't comment
As a past heavy pill user and ****** phene!! I know more than you'd think (): enjoy!! Also the accounts of many by the millions for you who wanna believe these people didn't cross into heaven are more than real!! Don't think a million plus and way more are lying So sorry if u disagree just to many facts!! And while in gods presence all said same statement his love poured into them unlike any love man knows on earth!! A love man seeks with drugs *** lust magazines with **** list can go on food money!! Anything!! Just facts! And telling one what they need to hear and won't listen to!! Thanks ():
Oh PS: I do believe one may use medical drugs for medical purpose! And yes god gave us herbs for ourn use!! But when man uses them to escape reality he crosses the border lines to god and his own self!! Seeking love in the world one shalt loose their own soul coveting the world not seeking god!! Dont expect no one to like this just harsh facts many will pass up or ignore... Though to many facts (): thank you
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A débutante of a one man band,
A queen by nature
A glimpse for thy lather,
As the planetoid orb of night is like a child from her womb!!!
676 · Nov 2015
Chris farley quote :
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Fat guy in a little coat
Fat guy in a little coat....
Lol If you don't know one of America's Best comedians I think one of top five best ever who died to young at 33 years of age from an overdose of ****** and *******.. Called a speedball..ironically john belushi died at 33 to.. Belushi was another great comedian who made all laugh around him.. Belushi was well known in movies like animal house .. Blues brothers movie... And !many others like the show saturday night live.. A well known show that lost all the great comedians.. The shows horrible now and hardly funny at all....though Chris Farley was an amazing artist and actor and comedian and a beautiful spirit with a wonderful heart.... He made everyone laugh around him and known in his movies with David ***** such as
( Tommy boy) and black sheep... Also Farley played in Wayne's world movie as a security guard... And Beverly hills ninja.. and many more.... Missing him as a comedian and a being on earth... As Robin Williams is another that died way to young which saddens me to think of it.... R.I.p Chris Farley...
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

Mine ecclesiastical adamant, amiss I am
With thou not close, I stareth from mine
Window, as an old lost ghost; needing
Thine hand on mine.

ii.

Agin, I needeth thee, next to me,
Warmth of the age's, an unaging
Recipe; for a king and queen,
acceptably.

iii.

I feeleth as a man
Locked in a cage,
The steel to heavy
To breaketh through
To thy face, though
Stuck through this
Glass, beyond the
Other side, I canst
Only hopeth, for
Ourn day, ourn
Time, I knoweth
We'll meeteth.
One day we wilt
Shine, one day
I'll connect to
Thine glim, one
Day thou shalt;
In mine arm's
Be mine.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose dedicated)
ecclesiastical means- of or relating to the Christian Church or its clergy.
Adamant means-  diamond, or (more generally) any very hard substance. ( I mean diamond)
Amiss - meaning out of place. Things also no quite right.
Agin means- next to.archaic form.
Glim is- a candle or lantern.
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A lithe monarch
In the willowy meadow;
Ourn phalanxes sutured
As seducer's of plush marshmallow pillow's.

Avow I shalt, one's high name
I'll be burned for her safety;
Taking her grazing
Drying her in the rain.

Anon her hand, to be on mine wrist
Apostle's of kinship, succulent wish;
None Asp's to swallow in, forgiveness of sin
Assenting in espousal, one letting me in.

To beget her, to giveth her a simper
beggarly I am, as beseeching get's bigger;
Since I'm losing all hope, placeth me on the bier
Moveth mine carrion, into the flame of tear's..



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Just good writing for noone
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Verily I wilt telleth thee this
The truth doesn't cometh
By looking into the kaleidoscope of life,
Truth cometh when thou knoweth that thou art about to die.....
Then we seeith the whole picture of thing's...
And knowing this truth
That God needeth me home soon
I shalt maketh every last second
A second of love....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Nostalgic butterfly's of confectionery Felicity
Whilst the draft sways to ourn archaic old style fenestella
Thou wilt be that Cinderella
As I mineself shalt be thy consort savior!!!!

Sentiments to hang as beads
Wherein ourn pictures wilt mark the streets
A Spaniard a Greek freak leaving puddles
Of ourn good tidings!!!!

Daisies shalt grow
Around ourn ancient abode
Yet even with none home
I already knoweth thou art mine roost!!!

I'll giveth thou confidence
If thyself shalt giveth me a boost
And telleth me
Thou loveth mine all

For
Tis I make mistakes
One day a beast
The next an angel
Yet canst thou forgiveth me?

For thou art mine flower bud rose
The comfort in mine toes
In between wherein the warmth never fades

Taketh me tomorrow amare
If thou dares
Do not leaveth
For we got now!
Today!!!!

For whilst I'm still a fool
At least I can say honesty
I'm a fool for thou!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Queen of ebony night
Unbury me from mine crypt,
The blood moon is upon us
Tis ones troth of raven bliss

Queen of undead theory
Reveal me to thy clockwork *****,
Fog shalt revere me
In thy arms I'll feel thy mysticism!!!
Another foolish yearning for a queen,
All in me head I guess !
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I couldst just telleth by her luminous crystal tiara,
And her eburnean alabaster capa
That she was an ser angelical...........






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
ser angelical- means angelic being in Spanish
eburnean means ivory like...
capa- means cloak in spanish
673 · Jul 2015
Amazing grace (remake)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amazing queen, how sweet thine voice
That saved a sinner like me
I once was dead, but now alive
Was a slave, but now I'm free.....

Twas the queen who taught me amour not fear
Tis the queen removed them all
How precious did mine queen appear
In hell, her light I saw....

Through much depression, hurt, and loneliness
I haveth already felt,
The queen delivered me far from there
And the queen sheltered me with help....

The queen hath given good to me
Her words mine hope secure's
She'll be mine armor and pleasant sleep
As long as her love endures....

Yet when mine carcass and last breathe shalt fail
And human life shalt fade,
I shalt possess within the queen
The light of mi amour's own stage.....

This planet shalt soon implode itself
The queen wilt continue to be
But the queen hath called me up above
She shalt be forever mine to keep... ...

When me and mine queen hast been here, many past life years
Her moon and mine sun doth shine
We shalt haveth new days, to be with each other in embrace
Mine queen wiped the tears from mine eyes..
Mine own remake of amazing grace
673 · Jun 2015
Peasant of spain
brandon nagley Jun 2015
See
I'm just a lonesome peasant at the Spanish castle door
Hungry for food, thirsty for her decor
Her Spanish hillside resides in a place I shalt not speaketh
( secrecy I vow to keepeth)
As tis her door is adorned in Luna illumination,
Amour's central station..........

As she seeith me beseech her
For her Latin sheek
Mine legs get heavied
Mine extremities goeth week

Mine breathing goes faint
Mine eye's rolleth back
Then she taketh me in
Upon her reina love shack

Inside her abode
Is decorated by orb painting scene's
Her thought's stuck on poetry
As her words art her dreams....

She's realism to me
And a fantasy as well
Though tis I think to mineself
( truly she is all real)

For she feeleth me
As I feeleth her to
Nothing couldst ever separate
Two mi amour's so true,

For as I left her house
I found a little secret
Her second casa
Nest's beyond a martian surface.......

For I went there
For when she shalt cometh
For she doesn't knoweth
That I'll replace her plastic gnome in her garden on Mars,
With mine own self to showeth ...
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