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brandon nagley May 2015
Yea,
These are mine last scriptures,
No more thoughts to come out blistered
No more cuts to snap thy pictures
Moribund to mineself!!!
No reaching hands,
No none help
No marching band to play mine kilt
A tombstone of lonesomes lost!!
No clothes to be buried,
No queen to soothe me
None to marry
The cliff I've come to now!
No sun, no clouds
No children to laugh and play
Just darkness to cover me
Smothered breathe!!
No candle to light mine way
No tommorrow
Nor the next day!!!!!

For as I always say
When thou wilt seeith these writings stop,
Than thou wilt knoweth something's wrong!!!!!!

FINUS!!!
The last one (finis)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We shalt dance
The Cinderella waltz
Hopeless romance
One concoction
No human faults!!!
672 · Jun 2015
Graffity....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her name was graffitied on the wall!!!
                                                 (Queen )
                                 As I did it mine own self!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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?
Raw truth about lovers these days!!! Lots of you write love poems on here! Though doth thou know love? Would thou walk for it? A mile ? Two? Ten? Or drive or fly for it across your globe? Everyone well lots these days live in a palace under a roof where thy own lover you've forgotten! You are to busy with materials! Your phone! Technology addicted!!! Threw out your wife husband or bf or gf!!!and has forgotten to let god guide you both to be as one!!to many these days as poem said are live in roommates!end quote!! You have lost yourself and lost them to.. And two people who lost themselves can't find eachother in the middle road because technology and self wants desires and lusts has blinded one!!!! If you are in love or with a lover!! Push the roommate nonsense aside and become a soulmate!! As one I seeketh!! I seek not to be a presence or guest in ones home!! I seek to be ones apple of their eye!!not the phone in front of them to be their apple!!! We'll if this makes sense hope you like!!! Just truth!!! Wake up!! And one more ? For you! Would you die for that love? As the verse goes the greatest love one can give is to lay down their life for another? Now would you!?!!
671 · Aug 2015
Breathing in the earth....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
Just a writing about Maby a lover to one day find!!!!
671 · Jun 2015
Coping comes from her!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Coping skills thou sayeth?
Ha!!!

She is mine coping mechanism!!
She mine muse!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Any man canst walketh away
When it comes to waiting for his amare,

As for me....  

I shalt support her
As whilst at the same time,
Loving her in return..  

Making me
(Nonhuman)
667 · Aug 2015
I wouldst die.....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
667 · May 2015
runner of thy law
brandon nagley May 2015
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?
666 · Jun 2015
Theology tenants
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Accolade me steadfast surfeit of theology
Transcend me arousily
Whilst a rainbow we shalt climb as touchstones

Hand signs and megaphones!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
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???
665 · Jul 2015
Chuckling giggles
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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
665 · Jul 2015
Night night
brandon nagley Jul 2015
2:57 am
Welp
Guess what?
Sleepy time HP friends!!!!!!

(:
Nightie night night (::::::
665 · May 2015
secret lovers
brandon nagley May 2015
(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....
brandon nagley May 2015
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!!!!
664 · Jul 2015
Hp read
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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
664 · Jul 2015
Cadaver
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Some wouldst loveth to seeith me buried alive
Choking on the dirt coming down on me
One problem
I'm already a cadaverous ghost!!!
brandon nagley Nov 2015
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)
Gyrating means like swirling around- like when dancing...
soulmateism - really isn't a word lol though seen on Google some use it as like a hash tag thing, im making it mine own word. As meaning soulmateism meaning two soulmates uniting in their relationship (:::
evince means- reveal the presence of (a quality or feeling).
Or also be evident of, or to indicate...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!
661 · Jun 2015
latin corridor's
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Je seras aligner le couloir latine de
Avec des roses blanches de choix mienne
Je auras tout Hush en silence séduisante
Dans lequel la chapelle écoute ourn bruit
( french version)

English version-

I shalt align the Latin corridor's
With white roses of mine choice
I shalt hush her in seductive silence
Wherein the chapel shalt heareth ourn angelic noise..
brandon nagley Oct 2015
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
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A queen in bridal nuptial array
Me in nomadic garb
A heart to weareth on mine sleeve by day
A hobit fantasy yard.....

No heartbreaking's to one to accusate against me
No tales as big bad wolf
One to always tuck me
In her ***** of non transient must....

I needeth one to sticketh beside me
When the freeze cometh to thaw
I seeketh a pond of dedication
All seasons, winter, spring, summer fall.  

Not words
Not just actions
But both to sweet mine hurting exhale,
One to release me from hellish prisons
To set me from wordly jail....

One to maketh love on peaked nibiru
Planet x of ourn own
Not letting the humans telleth us lies
Wherein one shalt maketh their show...

For as I sit here
Gulping mine own blood
I sink in mine own fears now
That hit me like a sledge....
660 · Jul 2015
Hopeless romantic gone mad
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Oh nag champa
                            How thy soft silk perfume sure doth carpet me..
659 · May 2015
abhorent gestion
brandon nagley May 2015
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!!!//
657 · Jun 2015
Labyrinthine to her abode
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!!
657 · Jul 2015
Cheribum baby
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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 keep forgetting I gotta start copy writing mine work since had one take one of mine poems already ugh don't wanna go through work copy writing all oh well if you steal poem from me at least use it for your loved one you wanna woo lol
656 · Jun 2015
Faming reputation!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!
656 · Jul 2015
Broken glass figurine
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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.....
654 · Jul 2015
Nominal and nebulous
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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!!
Just made up good poem ():;::
654 · Jul 2015
led zeppelin
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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....
654 · May 2015
militarian communistic-
brandon nagley May 2015
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?,
brandon nagley May 2015
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..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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 );;;
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
652 · Jul 2015
Caged labor (prison poetry)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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. . . . . . .
brandon nagley Nov 2015
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
650 · Jun 2015
Wretched man
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Worldly philosophy teacheth one
To follow thine heart
Yet God hath taught the heart is misleading
And if the heart condemneth us
To remember God is greater than thine heart
I follow the spirit
Mine soul,
Not man's philosophy
(Follow thy heart)
How false oh wretched man!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thou canst either be a slave to love
Or a servant to evil,
Which one doth thou chooseth.?
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I'm bathed, I'm ablazed, mine psyche is now unleashed, from the blood bath and the beast's. Expand of mine appendage's, flapping like pinion; as if a man who hath none care's none more. I shalt explore, the sites shalt stun me in awe, an empress shalt meeteth me under the mardi gras, festive, me and mine amour shalt be, as festive color's wilt be seen, silk and lace to unstring, as two structural beam's, tying the not with one ring....a wedding made for only those to be invited, as me and her....

Art the main guest's....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For no woman lol don't have any... Sad I gotta even explain this lol just for those who think for someone. It's all hopes
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
647 · Aug 2015
One consortium.....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Hell hath ripped asunder
Mine angel bursted in with thunder;
In the pit I was down under
As mine Reyna lifted me on her shoulder's.

She shuttled me to her rotunda
We flapped beyond ourn Ramada;
She was flamboyant, luminescent as a dahlia
Two separate soul's, making one consortium.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
646 · May 2015
armila to give one
brandon nagley May 2015
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.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!!
645 · Jul 2015
Tucked in together
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Wherein this rocky place disappears
And the cumulus cometh down
And the people art into madness
And their feet leaveth the ground.

Whilst the fish all swim away
And the priest's loseth their own faith
When the cup spilleth over
And hell erupt's in this place...

And whilst the prayer's art called out
For God to help them
When the selfish taketh lives
And the greedy so let them...

When the blue ball goes blackened
And the mush turns more dust
I shalt be watching it all with mine queen
As tis were an angelic bunch....

Watching from the ship
High over the moon
Clasping eachother immensely
For we've done this before, when this place lost it's fuel.

And when all fails here
And the asteroid's cometh down
Me and mine mi amour' shalt be connected
Afar in ourn comet covered mound...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
645 · Aug 2015
Prisoner in her soul
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Ive been in prison
And hated the feeling of being some animal
In a cage;
Though I wouldn't mind being a prisoner
In mine Reyna's soul
Wherein it's warm and whole...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん/earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
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
644 · Jun 2015
Lilliputian Shaytan's
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Every time I walketh into mine restroom at night
The creepiest little feeling
Is knowing one of those lilliputian shaytan's
Art piercing through me with their snake like vision's,

As wherein they'll scratch me
As I feeleth their burning sting.....

I say a benediction prayer to God
And light a little native sage around the house....
And they always dissapear,

As tis
I know its not all just the sage smoke that makes them disperse
But the prayer that makes them scurry like rats....

For they canst stand God!!!!



******* DEMON'S!!!!!
Lilliputian means really tiny or small
Shaytans are demons
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