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!!!

Holiday cheers, the spirits now here to up the downpit moods! Where *******'s go singers, and companionship is far beyond due!

Stringed up longing, stuffed feathered innocent pleasures where the gravy spells of finer of many dinings!!

Bring good tidings you attitude bringer, you dope sick slinger, thine gun has drawn itself to fast!!!! Parties awake the deadened vines, where ghastly projectors contract the powers of unearthly glass!!!

The world moves to slow!, STOP, look ahead fantasizer, the escalated wheels to fast!!!

Sodomatic beauty, input newbie, your thistles are spreading the fences, where trashcans and benches distinguish flawful fate!!!

A fulfillment of vows, a timeless volgate. Proverbial collection's detest the furnaced crucible, where Loophole's are bound and bagged to be stench!!!!

Glider of turbulance, father of remembrance, forget what thine holy teacher has taught you to be???

Fat guy in a little coat
Fat guy in a little coat....

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon ***** fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

I do not,
Let me repeat,
Do not seeketh a (live-in) roommate as the world hast created,
I seeketh a soulmate,
A queen
One of ethreal belated..
One to whom to be related in marital stature!!!

For these ending times
Everyone's a roomie
Living with one, yet being strangers in their mist!!!
Get the gist?
Reader of so called loving words...

I seeketh not to be under the same cupola,
To only be one's guest!!!!
I seeketh a domain,
One of endless nest!!!!

Not as thou oh world!!!!!

Forgot love didst thou oh stranger?

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 ...

i.

Gyrating on the foam of love,
Ancient aisle's of white;
Passageway's, of midday
Blaze, mine queen and I
Art high in flight; we shalt
Maketh amour', in unknown
Door's, we entereth on inside;
We connect, on glory's speck,
In chariot's we blossom, on
Twilight rise;

ii.

Dancing gypsies, united eye's,
Cloud's with sun, rainbow shine.
Perfect harmony, O' wondrous
Heaven, she's the half of me, the
All of me, the number of God's
Daughter, the number seven;

iii.

Fulfilled I am, pleased the more-
With mine Reyna, O' Jane, O' Jane,
Mi-amour', I'll taketh that journey,
To thine Asian shore's, with a bed
Of silk, with gate's as door's; with
Pearl's that shineth, and rubies
the more- friendship, soulmateism,
On prism's that evince, who careth
Of the world mine lass, or whether
Their convinced; we shalt leaveth
Print's, of ourn hand's and feet,
They shalt discover ourn love,
In a treasure map keep. And
Whilst the globe sleepeth, we
Shalt be making amare; as newborn's
In a thunderstorm, the rain of passion
Strokes ourn hair.




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

Morse code proofreaders
A type face to many covers
Dialect's go to many tongues
Many get old
Behind enclosed encounters!!!

Sensual time Desiree's
Moans louder
And louder

Achromatic lifeforms
Are all Blisses to me!!!

Tabernackles of keys
Wherein dark dungeons
Thou shalt confess

Adornos adobes
Good for tribal success!!!

Amrinones
You'll need from her to kick start thy playful heart
Wherein keepers push buttons
And buttons play all parts!!!

Koolaid mixes
Tingle with pleasure zone scores
Where board makes board

Four score!!

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..

In the venerable shrine between her heart, wherein her arm's doth rest, I gesture, yet hesitate to be in this unknown amour's chest, wherein I shalt get the best of grand opening; I hesitate if there shalt be one to ever want me again, afraid I sayeth, afraid if one shalt leaveth me, crusheth me, and bruise mine already purest of brawn. I await the new dawn, passionately induced, I striveth to be from one, like the heat of a gun, I dieth to be touched, a touch of flush to mine reddened flow. A star show of the circus stage to be ourn quiet deja vu: we shalt be the act's of bonjour as we shalt layeth in the grass of the eiffel tower, like wild flowers breathing in the earth.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation,
Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example.....
A soulful artist,
Who never wanted fame
Nor fortune
Nor eyes to even seeith him....

Though when making it to fames grand stage....
It was the death of him!!!!

As the true poets
Keepeth their masterpiece works
To themselves!!!!

Not seeking wordly fame
As tis so many do today!!!

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

Labyrinthine thruway
Unto her house
Wherein just one king and queen
Shalt make amour' until neverending paradise
Two in deepest melody
Making a holy sacrifice!!!!

We shalt dance
The Cinderella waltz
Hopeless romance
One concoction
No human faults!!!

Her name was graffitied on the wall!!!
                                                 (Queen )
                                 As I did it mine own self!!!

A hippy child by birth
Preordained as a psychic,
Gyspie of thieving church.
Dandelions art their thirst
Days groweth colder
Downtime gets worse
Smiling faces sicken them
When others smile back
Melatonin
Vitamin d
F
And c
Sickened by mailing
Babble trawling
Click lick chatter
Bit wit batter
Shocked to sloth
And madness of creepiness

©brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry

For one kiss
I wouldst die;

For one hug
I wouldst die;

For one touch
I wouldst die;

For one hello
I wouldst die;

For one embrace
I wouldst die;

To seeith her face
I wouldst die;

To take her pain
I wouldst die;

To giveth her love
I wouldst die;

To maketh her laugh
I wouldst die;

To taketh her cut's and glass
I wouldst die;

To maketh her smile
I wouldst die;

To freeith her chain's
I wouldst die;

Again and again
I wouldst die;

For mine earl Jane nagley........

I WOULDST DIE........



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

Proposals of intermediance, pearls to girls of sunshined radiance, playful tactics ruin the feeble mind, where states are select best of roast, biggest of all checks!
Pay it forward uropian mix-match of everything best!! Keefe pebbles to match rebels on machines called J-Pay, some get out early, retreaters and women beaters in their cages must they stay!!
What a day when all will be one, to not muse and pretend that were dumb, but to realize where and what we are!!!
Fast lives,
Fast cars,
Doth thou have all that thou needest yet?
Hath thou gotten old?
Didst we forget?
Remedic comforters,
Strategic Plunderer's of downfall Capitols!!!
Quotas you cannot meet if your presidents of Debauchery's height!!!
Thy ancient falcon,
Timeless pitching,
Your a runner in thy night!!

Neuraligias numbing stretches the tied suit evils,
Lorn away,
Away,
And away!!!!

Lingual we are when the lights call you for action!!!!!!!

To tired for innocent play?

(Secret lovers) By meself.. secret devotions, titled emotion sweeps the dusted lands.. Secrets turned to openness,false lovers have strong demands. Fashion glasses and technology to hide the child inner face, the inner place is no longer in their hearts, yet their pocket books. Unswept crannies and nooks to unmask young romancers graves, where if you turn the page your conquest would not be seen..Two lovers one dream can they entrust all to eachother, sister and brother how thyselves you soon forgot.. The kettled *** boils to free those worldly slaves, where none behave. For god calls us all to an enlightening where the invitings for you and me not them..Forget your soo called friends for they make you stools of what was, all because fake words turned reality..For they believe as they please, their hearts are lusted, theyve spoiled their seed.. Open your eyes new age 60s generation, where **** and ******* are now your wicked god..You fashionistas you comfortable slobs...How lost you have become in fornications, where the world is your heaven, your divided nations are bound to fall sometime soon....

Accolade me steadfast surfeit of theology
Transcend me arousily
Whilst a rainbow we shalt climb as touchstones

Hand signs and megaphones!!!

Abominable thou has  become oh beau,
What's wrong with thine view?
Cans't espy the queen right next to thou?
***** scoundrel,
Seeking a chatelaine and not thine countess?

Thou misfit!!!//

2:57 am
Welp
Guess what?
Sleepy time HP friends!!!!!!

(:
Nightie night night (::::::

A true hopeless romantic doesn't care what others think
Of his one quadrillion poem's a day
For his (mi amour'.....)
It's not for them anyway's.......
As tis for her ...

As that's true love!!!
Just doing,
Not thinking....
And not caring what others may thinkest!!!!

Oh nag champa
                            How thy soft silk perfume sure doth carpet me..

28, and I've seen many lives,
Old soul in the new age; freak
Of what's unknown and refined.

Black suited dress shoed traveler,
Beyond human veil, this life is to
Much, for a shadow of light's
Detail.

This life gives no touch,
For a wandering brain,
It's only the lonesome
Souls who laugh and
Cry in their pain.

Did pills with father,
Watched mother
Drink; seen guard's
In two prisons,
Gang's tattooed ink.

O' so many demons litter the prison
Cells;

Better enjoy life young one
For there's so much you don't know
In great detail.

Things unsaid, hidden to,
Don't let the government lie to
You; for they'll make you their fool.

Thing's won't be easy little lass,
Some things will be hard young
Lad. Life's not made of plastic,
It's more of a paper bag.

It'll rip you and spit you,
Where you don't wanna
Be. But remember God
Still loves you, he's the
Light that you don't
See.

Because the world's darkness,
Is in Satan's hands, as the new
Drug of humanity, the devil sells
Lies in Rich men's hands.

Take off your coat Mrs, please
Sit down sir, don't be scared,
Please don't compare your
Fears in this world.

You know not fear, for the real
Fear is unknown.

What you don't know can hurt you,
Shake you to your bones.

I'll smile to show you God,
For his love is true, inside
Though I'm dying, that's
Right; human like you.

I'll take off my armour,
Set it down.

Musical poet, prophet of what's
Lost, no sound.

Because to many hear, they though
Don't see a thing;

Nor do they listen, not understanding what
One means.

28, and I've been through hell,
29 soon maybe, if God will
See me out.

Though today I'll just keep on
Smiling, giving the creators love,
For many don't know that word
Because they don't know him
Above.

I've just come to teach,
Just passing through.

28 for today, maybe the morrow
An eternal spirit so true.

Who won't cry anymore,
From noone around.

28 years old, giving love to all
Yet none with him to be
Found.


© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry.

i

I am as a neanderthal, extinct amongst the horde
Sipping off the lonesomeness, mine life hast brought aboard
Paining in mine own groans, is none here to observe?
I guess mine shallow lamenting is unevident, toss me to the bird's

ii

And let the vultures prey on me, not like mine meat isn't pecked
I know I'm not the only one, to give up his last breathes's
I guess I'll just listen to led Zeppelin, and forget the rest......
As the rain downpoor cometh down, I feeleth a weird zest....

An aberration I am, abject from the Chimera's I've run across. Tis, their charisma cometh at a cost, as ourn head's and ourn heart's get lost in the moment!!!!

Chronic charlatan's maketh one feeleth infinitesimal, insinuater's as the vegetables, slowly creeping in with an innate falsehood....

Gregarious they art,
Putting on an act
As Lucifer.....

As he portrays guile in their way's!!


As whilst their gravity of their affections couldn't be as soo much farther from the truth!!!!

Nominal in all stagnation.....

Nebulous bringer's of happiness,
As tis....

They art not happy themselves!!

i.

Eight thousand, four hundred and twenty four
Miles away;
I shalt waiteth a million lifetime's
To be in her arm's, tis her I crave.

ii.

Tis, I shan't never get sick of her
She alway's bringeth in the new;
Mine convivial consoler is alway's there
When I'm bleeding, feeling blue.

iii.

I canst surely count on her
Evident is her affection's;
Whence was going astray
Her glow now point's me in right direction.

iv.

So when the old serpent
Creep's his horned visage;
I knoweth mine safety, is with mine Reyna
Sweet Jane, her arm's as pinion's, her spirit from God.


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

So everyone here knows frank ruland aka ormend made other profiles now.  One is bear dove... The other he made a parody profile of me called Brandon nagley parody page so plz ignore Him

Thanks
The real BRANDON Cory NAGLEY

What is the price
Thou wouldst payeth for love;
Ask thyself that
And if thou wouldst payeth the price in blood.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

See,
Us humans are the berries,
Plentiful and organically grown!!
The devil loves to pick those berries,

When ripened!

He squeezes them,
Dejuices them,
And takes the color from amongst their sheath....

Yet,

Before the devil can fleece out the last drop.....

God intervenes,

With a little thorn to ***** the thorned ones sticky fingers!!!!

Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας
( Greek tongue )

English version-
Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....

Whilst everyone leaveth her
By herself and alone...

I shalt not walketh away
For she is mine home...

And without that abode
I haveth no foundation,

For amour' is made by spirit.
Not human translation!!!

As the translating hast been hidden
From mankind...

Yet we art not them
Not thy own kind....

We were sent here
To teacheth thee grace....

The world we've become disgusted to,
As thou hath killed thine own race...

Yet with her I am im in place
Smiling she maketh me daily....

I couldst never walketh away
From mine cheribum baby!!!!


                           ©brandon nagley-
                           ©lonesome poets poetry

i

I feeleth a calming bereavement, from mine own heart's dying
I mosey the coffin carousel of this lonesomeness artistic torture;
I dig with nail's into mine isolation box, kicking stones, lifting rock's, and as the nightshine seepeth, I close mine eyes, weepeth.

ii

Yet this grave shalt not be mine end, though an amour is not there, for forlornness hath becometh a beloved best of friends;
Thither the protection of the gloom, I shalt burst on through, breaking into the rainbow that shalt streameth to mine beauty.

iii

Mine dying shalt reneweth me, the tomb shalt not subdue me
The copse forest shalt enticeth me, as I swayeth and flyeth asunder from mine carcass, with none asunder to holdeth back mine natural capabilities, as all senses shalt be enhanced.

iv

The wind wilt guideth me wherein others couldst not, mine creator to showeth me mine lifespan plot, to continue to loveth, even whilst the groan's that cometh near, mine vision, and view's to be glorious, this freedom of mine eternal entity alive, no fear's.

v

It shalt be a triumphant of all life's, wherein I shalt haveth a wife, to comfort me, thus all to be alright, as guardian's to me shalt be an insight, an insight of mineself deeply and the spiritual realm that shalt engulf me, and swaddle me so peacefully in awakening.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Some wouldst loveth to seeith me buried alive
Choking on the dirt coming down on me
One problem
I'm already a cadaverous ghost!!!

When I think about it,
Tis I think,
                                      Everyone wants their kiss to be as a sedative, as a narcotic, a high of ethreal sensation!!!

Though tis I do think,
                                    
I do not seek one's kiss to be morphianic!!!!!
                                      I seeketh a pallet from whence mine own tongue will not withdrawal!!!

But be in eternal stupified comatose!!!!!!

                                                                           Never coming down from thy stratus..

Absurd accumulations, broad- cloth's to wipe each bays station! What a joke of clownery tools.Irritated refuge, instigated neices and nephews miss their woeful father's.... One for a count, a whole cell to a slaughter.
Down and out lane I make mine way to your lonesome hell, where ankh arched wells draw back from higher hills..Robust outbreak of plentiful disease, orthopedics outclass your sneeze!!!!
Ovation applauded to ******* alike!!! Ordaters to outvoted daters, silence is thy key to your miserable life!!!!
Pasturage for slobs, corn for all cobs, your colonels panel design twists slow around the vine!!!!
Seconds until six, ten minutes until nine....... Will you behave like the boy you should be?
Or could have been?,

(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....

Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?

Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!

Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!

Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......

indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?

cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!

tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!

Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........

Rest in torpor
Mi amour
I'll awaketh thou in the morn
Wherein the sun shalt free us
Balladrys we'll be
Coacting with ourn lips
Clove-pinks to essence ourn wayside
Expanse of ourn high regard
Not as the others love
Drinking sorrows to rye and hard
Exonerate me for mine day
Ourn bodies as foliaceous
Don't worry amour
I got the mess from last night's dishes
Foliose ourn quills shalt be
Thou hast gladdened me
To wake another marvelous hour with thou
How doth one do this somehow!?
She's and angel!!!!!
Tis
All I know
Intrant of this intrados
Mine all
Mine most
Mine jute berry
Lantana of mine linterna brightly accumulating
Exhilarating!!!
Lar of ourn humbled abode
Didst thou knowest
That thy heart is mine home
Tis
It is
Tis
Tis
It is!!!!
Thou communicator to God!!!!!

Her eyelids art now closed
Yet I shalt wake them up
By a chalice of mine love
Sealed taped and shut
Dancing on the moon wings
With mi amour' at hand
Lovers of ancient delicacy's
Strong and tithed by crayons
Crayons of red
To equal out to
The blood upon ourn hearts
Whilst the rest shalt scorn us
And ****** us with darts
We walk alone
The high veil
With a cloak to shun the rest
Making love inside a cosmos hole
Making it ourn best
No solitude
All openness
A long and sought out night
Candles to be ourn lantern ways
Delighted us by sight
No frights nor goons to dishearten us
For this is ourn own tale
Wherein nothing comes between us
una reina y rey ​​de amores grial!!!!

Thou canst either be a slave to love
Or a servant to evil,
Which one doth thou chooseth.?

As the welkins turneth grey, and the night becometh day, man fall's back to Noah's time; where sin in men
Displayed.

Where chain's became one's grave, whence giant's roamed the earth, making babies with lustful ladies;
Making the world their settled
Church.

As the fallen one's layed their seed, to stop ourn saviors means, as humanity calleth them God's;
In reality sickly beasts.

Men reproduced their deities, out of clay, hand-dug gold; bowing to breathless idol's, just as Christian's
Sold their soul's.

Making creatures from the pit,
Their daily water and their spit,
Knowing not the god, who
Made them in his image.

Clean clothed new world order
Grinches.

Bleating out for their king, O' the truth thou seekest, though the truth's unseen.

Because tis yeshua thou hath rejected, ear's made shut,
Worldly infected.

Technology and pleasures
Hath replaced the almighty
God, Jehovah, Elohim, yahweh;

Jesus his son.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©prophetic poetry.

i.

Thou alway's
Sayest;
Thou art not enough;

ii.

Thou alway's sayest
Thou doth
Not do much;

iii.

Thou alway's
Sayest;
I couldst do better.

iv.

Hush mine love
Thou art good enough;
To thee, mine queen,
This is thy love letter.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

Arlo
What canst I sayeth?
We never really talked before...
Yet yesterday thou hath written a poem for me to stay
Thyself hath shown me kindness
In a world full of pain.
Though we don't know each other that well
I saweth a light in thee
So wonderfully swell
As a friend I need to thanketh thou
For the poem thou hath made me to not leave HP but stay...
Now I seeith the real people
And today shalt be brighter for me
And I canst be happy once again....



Ñote-

Thank you arlo
Though we don't know each other
You have shown me kindness when I was dealing with darkness
And I know you are going through your own darkened time right now .. Well I can say you ever need a friend im here miss arlo.
And thank you for believing me unlike the few that didint
You are real person and friend and all of HP is here for you to miss arlo (:


Thank you soo much
Brandon cory nagley
Ps- thank you all supporters to me again
God bless you all who have been there
For those who missed out there loss right lol

i.

Twas I, ****** into her eye's
Passed through her brain;
Into her soul
Passing in her heart, into her membrane.

ii.

And I shalt do it over
And repeat again;
And return to her spirit
Wherein the warmth never end's.


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

Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .

Calleth me crazy!!!
But I found that cure to cancer
What is it thou mayeth ask?

Its remedy cometh from Spain!!!

It's MI AMOUR',

I want to sing her lullabies
I seeketh to hear her tone
Though tonight she wants none of me
So mi amour' ill leave alone );;;

The phoenix
Lost his appendage's
Due to his greediness......





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A ring,
Soo many give one without thinking twice,
A king,
A queen,
Is there no wrong nor any right?
A bolter I hold at the end of the stick,
Tired ripped, shot down as me.
Burdened fish to thine sea,
Oh creator? Didst thou maketh me one?
I am thy own son, yes?
Bypass all the rest, for I will find one brand new,
A brand of secretive muse, a piracy smuggled in..
To cleanse me from sin's, external, and  internal put..
Eyes to see all miracolous, no more plankness of soot.
Boreal freshness to tease this European glosser,
For dare I wish , this I do mindful reader..
Immaculate soother, one to bare these holes in hands,
To take this crown of thorns, as I.
For no saint I am.
I want no cathode, but the exact alike,
Where thou giveth her thine life, and the return comes full payment,
I want no show, I seek no entertainment,
But as a priest in ordainment,
I seek a high chemical capsules cannot plot you.
A spirit see through,
Transparent as thy ghost!!!!!!
A special toast of winding hills, and pickled thoughts,
Where nothings sold nor lost, but catheter to ways unknown!!!
Excreta to flow from our kisses, as our lips grown close by stitches, and hands go glued by palms...
A father and dame, a betwixting so tame, nothing worldly can  be so exclusive!
I want one who shall exude me,
To move me,
To shake me in earthquake foundation's....
One of spiraled radiation.