Tis
This is a dear dedication to a woman who's like an auntie to me
Thou might knoweth her,
Her name's (soul survivor)
She understandeth me,
As I understandeth her...
She's a woman of pure love
An angel not meant for ourn world..
As there art only few Angels left
Who walk amongst as me
She giveth thee all a message
To love,
Forgive and be free!!!
I've seen so many tryeth to hurt her
Because of their own misery and pain!!!
Though I must sayeth that maketh her stronger
So its best for the taunter's to go away!!!
The one's who mock her
Mock her for her spiritual belief!!!
Her belief on showing love to even the hating one's
To the liar's
Pain bringer's
And thieves...
She's outspoken
That's why me and her get along
We're on the same page
We playeth the same tune
Of peace and kindness shown.
Some calleth her a Jesus freak
Though tis its (jesus) who forgives even those who hate,
So before thyself picks on soul-survivor
Taketh a look at thy own misery plate..
She giveth thee truth
And thineself turneth away,
We need more spirits like her
For her to be displayed....
She hath many friends here
Such as mine non-perfect self,
But soul thou ever needeth a friend
I'll be here for thee to help!!!
As soo many seem to be quick to judgeth her
Though they don't knoweth she's in mental pain because her wonderful mother is sick,
So be not quick to judge
An angel in thy presence...
Soul, thou art like an auntie to me
As I've said this before
May God shine his light inside thee
Let him walketh beside thee,
Forgive and continue to love those lost and broken ones
Who knoweth not thy souls real and for sure!!!!

HELLO,
Is there any others HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S
Who seeketh REAL out there?
Anyone here?
To feeleth mine despair?

I guess hopeless romance hath died in this world....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

A falcon
One broken wing;
Yet still flyeth..



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I don't just want to feel ones flesh......

I want to feel their whole being, I want to connect to ones soul!

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





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Mine angel always telleth me
(Brandon I don't belong to this place called earth)
Thou art right amour',
Thou art an angel!!!
And Angels aren't meant for a human race
Angels art meant for one another.....
And me and thee....
Don't belongeth here.....
We cameth here to find eachother again...
And that is all that matter's....
Is that I looked for so long,
And finally again
I hadst found thee amour'....

i.

How sprightly I am once in her company, she's all a king seeketh, she is the wealth of mine ethic's; She is mine sun rising, she is the sea's tide, coming and arriving. She is the universe in mine eye's: she is the mind in which I think, she is the rose, the petal gold, the crowned queen distinct. She is the ancient, extinct; the treasure hidden, the extraterrestrial's searcheth for one as her, she's the angelic one, arrayed in yellow ink. She hast an halo, her hand's holes art from nail's, as tis I taketh her pain: in the rain for her smile once again. She's mine lover, amour', peace, comfort, best friend. She is the beginning, not end; for there shalt never be an ending with her: for an eternity we shalt abode. She is mine all, mine calling, mine wife;
Verily she is mine Earl Jane Nagley; verily she's mine life.




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

The reality hath hit me
That today couldst be mine last day
Or tommorrow,
At least I canst sayeth
I showed love whilst I was here.
As im feeling the sickness and the pain hit me again,
I don't knoweth
What's to cometh next.....

i

The inferno I go into, as I shalt not be burnt by hurting arrow's
A being born of love, taking shuttle from a dove, passing the cup,
As Ill-will circle's me, the contempt of many tryeth to ****** me
As I'm loosed from their naysaying, to their gameplaying anger.

ii

Anew I wilt linger, in this round spinning ball, giving beauty of forgiveness and awe, showing other's the light of God, as the prey wilt lacerate, as angels to me shalt emancipate me of daily aching and nightly heartbreaking, for tis this spirit's overcoming all .

iii

I seeith the real between the false,i seeith the idol's the crowd worship's like a mob, I seeith the murderous bigotry of word's gone wrong, I seeith mineself singing a heavenly song, a comeback from the bygone's, a holder of many vision's.

iv

Overriding superstition, giving authenticity between dreaming wishes, not listening to misconstruction, letting mine conscience  alive from allegation, moving mine wing's, nation to nation, giving the true one's an invitation, cometh one, cometh all.

v

Smiling wide, not changing what and who I am, spiritual by birth, though this place, a man, not saying I won't, to things I canst, a wonderful show, of graceful stand, and even if I'm a one man band, (which I shalt not be,) I'll keepeth on smiling, for I am me....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I ate a nanner
Tis
Yellow and battered!!!

Tribal earth-made bead's
To garnish this alien neck
Plume of god, extraterrestrial worn.



©Brandon nagley
©,Lonesome poet's poetry

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.

Fauna to surround
the flower built fence.


ii.

Nature aloft
to the ground;
an abode heavensent.

iii.

We shalt combine
as star's;
from the cumulus.

iv.

I shalt dress thee
in Yellow daisies;
when we meeteth at Yahweh's bench.

v.

As tis we were meant
for ourn eye's to connect only;
As children we shalt loveth, as babes we shalt be.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley Dedication-Filipino rose

Tis
Not the mocho part of the inner man that maketh a man
What he is,
Tis
It's the feminine half inside the inner being of a man that
Maketh him a creation of God....

The best of both worlds combined!!!

On Friday night's
Lucifer dresses in charming drag.....

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

The best part about poetry
Is not even having to write ourn own poem's
But just relaxing back.
And reading all the other amazing poet's on HP....
Lovely indeed....
And so
Inspiring.


©Lonesome poets poetry
©Brandon nagley

i.

Dulcet darling
Thine eloquence represent's Efflorescence;
Felicity unbound.

ii.

Glamour flambeau
Queen of mine soul;
Dip me in thine heavenly fountain.

iii.

Harbinger of the future
Nurse to mine suture's;
I liveth to ourn vow's.

iv.

Mine lagniappe
I shalt imbue thee;
With mine spirit energy, as we overtake the darkness by light.



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

Astigmatism effects many around these Sylvan parts,
Where word's turn to bullets,
False love flies between transpired sparks!!!

Arrogancys lost child mourns mercantile traits,
Wherein fears art nothing but fate ,
Materialist confirmed to promise!!!!!

Whereth art thou mender?
Lover?
Dutchess!!!!!!

Mentality struck down,
Memory foam pounds lit to green bushes!!

Maunder thy jail time feeling's,
Their nights goeth short to cold!!!

Thine melodramas Soo grant I'm watching it all right here!!!

Darling, dear,
So mazed ,
Soo sincere!!!

Mistaketh nothing,
for thy monastery only can play out to thine escort lost end,
Unmonogomous prelude of gratis sphere radiance!!!

Countess of impurities,
Traitor to mall town frivolity!!!!!

The
Devil weareth
A suit
And a tie
He's
A wallstreet guy........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Into her oriental soul I crept
Quiet and cozy into her warm nest;
She grabbed me by the tie
Unfastened mine vest;
Released all mine unease
Freed me from disease,
Gaveth me a plate
And filled all of me.

ii.

She beckoned mine being
O' Brandon mine king;
She whispered, she glimmered
With a wave of starry mink.
Hypnotized I was, whilst in her presence
I kneweth she was mine, whilst in mine state of evanescence.

iii.

Her islander essence
Dripped through the phone;
Her voice, her speech, her laugh, her tone.
She was the one, mine blood, spirit, and home;
I'll dieth for her today, and again tommorrow if thou doth not knoweth, for her do I groweth: in limelight connection.
She is mine path, mine whole- and other half,
She is God's apostle to me, tis she's mine purified direction.
She is mine Queen, empress, Earl Jane nagley mine bliss, the ultimate ressurection.



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

i

Hollow tree, ****** me with thy apple I want to grab
Let me pluck thy fruit, mine lips art mute, grasp me in thy hand
Oh divine, thy juice doth unwind, into mine mind, gentle time
A crime for none, a loving- sum, nostalgia from whence was..

ii

Thus mine shoulder's art tearing me down, pound by pound
I don't careth anymore, for this useless town
Put me in the ground, embalm mine faculty
I'm on hand's and knee's, a fool for just one tease.

iii

Slap me in mud, giveth me a native brooch
Just a pucker shalt awaken me, a thoughtful smooch
Wherein the fears go away, wherein that one stay's
Guess I'm just alone, wherein I've numbered mine days....

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.

(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...........

Tis I must asketh
O', tis I must asketh;
What is life, without the life in it?

Tis I must asketh
O', tis I must asketh;
What is living, if mine amare wasn't near.

Tis I must telleth
O', I must telleth;
Separate twas I, who was a separate entity before.

Tis I must telleth
O', I must telleth;
Once was I unconnected, now hath I connection, one with Jane.

Heaven's gate
Pearly
Door......


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

Whilst the bone mannequins, resteth inside their tomb's
I'm writing mine poetry, of prophecy, romance, and doom;
And Maby just Maby, I shalt findeth mine empress in her crypt
And awaketh her relic bones, with mine poetic of lips.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry.

i.

Mine body is frail love
Mine spirit I feeleth soon might be called;
Back whence we cameth from, in the mansion and light of God.

ii.

So if mine essence leaveth
Meeteth me in ourn secret place;
Thou might not rememberest it, tis here thy family, amour', grace.

iii.

So mine queen Jane, O' mine dearest Jane
Do not shed none tear's, if tomorrow I'm not here;
Ourn amare is eternal, undying, no commercial nor rewinding.

iv.

Empress Jane, there shalt be a poem for thee
This is it, just in case, I goeth into eternity;
Loveth me, I'll loveth thee, forever we shalt loveth Jane, Queen.






©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ
©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ
©LօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
©Kíղց ɑղժ զմҽҽղ ԹօҽԵɾվ

i.

Overhead the offing
Mellifluous orb's reflecteth mine;
Betwixt the sunshine.

ii.

Lissome, her anatomy
Is grabbing me;
By her natural induced eyelining spy's.

iii.

Until the end, of mankind's time,
And beyond the hourglass;
Tick tocks's, the mountain's and rock's, forever we wilt last.

iv.

After this intermission of living
Explode's with the devil to fall;
We shalt embrace, eachother's warm face, and fuse to God's law.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/ mine Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

Chained
Hanged
To crow's surrounding me to muck river strange....
Tall,
Thin ones,
Strange ones,
Gangs, punks of slum,
Wherein skylight meeteth dusted brilliant haze!!!!!
Fluorescent laughs all passeth to fail,
Leaders bewilder
As none nutrition gets me!!!!!
Quick for skin to only turn pale............
Yellowing eyes,
Tender to their touch
Paintings of spirit's
Underground
Bought with a price...
Yet not for very much.......................
Apple trees cometh and goeth,
This earth hast darkened for me.
None more mid day fun in salted snow
Boats ride by cautiously
Honestly their engines gore of thunder to flame.......
Life vests of survivor's
To daughter's of slaughter
Scorched to catfish slimed stains!!!!!!
Orange sky's,
A smooth ride to all those who climb aboard!!!!!
Waiting to be taken high
And heavenly in the clouds
I shalt meet the lord!!!!!

Native nations,
Tune in thy television stations,
For thy lands up for the taking!!!!!
Hath thou been mistaking your materialist flaw for gods and goddesses?

For what hath thou missed?
Oh pitiful tyrents...
This land was stained with the migrants you soo call foreign!!!!!

Gun's thou taketh up as thugs with crime obsession,
For didn't thine prophetics mention of thy grave thou shalt go??
No!!!!

No periwinkle  there to flow,
No narcotics to currupt you!!!
No directional staffs to guide you,
For you chaseth the wartorn path!!!!!

Where hell cannot be divided in math nor numbers!!!

Just gnashing of grotesque teeth,
Come on in,
Wash thy feet, the stratosphere shall rip into a billion colors!!!!

None help from thine sister and brother,
For you've turned thy own back!!!!
Just a ditch place with clasps and shackles will become thine new order!!!!!!!

Tis
Weds
June 24th
Seeketh mine queen
mi amour of mine dreams,
No I do no seeketh her or loveth her out of mine own
Lonesomeness,

If I sought one out of lonesomeness
It shalt not be love!!!!!

But she's mine true amare
I needeth on this chilled wed's night
Because she's once again disappeared
Into the moon's light....

Tis I think
I shalt go to bed
Wherein
I canst dream
Of her
Tonight!!!

One word to overcometh hatred;
LOVE....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Whilst I sleep,
I envision pantry fondling,
Whilst I sleep,
I succumb ones being to bond me!!!

Whilst I wake,
I seeketh premier to wake to
Whilst I wake,
I want one to get on top as I break through!!

Whilst I walk,
I seeketh her to replace mine steps,
Whilst I walk,
I want to intimately connect!!!!

Whilst I fall,
I seeketh her to catch mine bones,
Whilst I fall
I need one to take me home...

Whilst I speak,
I need one to listen, not just hear me!
Whilst I speak,
I seeketh a herb, a remedy to cure me!!!

Whilst we make love,
I seeketh her to grab mine hair and push down mine head,
Whilst we make love,
A set of handcuffs, the key to go with it, a blindfold from thread!!

Whilst we art not together,
For her to imagine me as I would her,
Whilst we art not together,
To be one feather, two lovebirds!!

Whilst in the public,
To make eachother upon a pedestal,
Whilst in public,
No arguing nor foolish wrestle...

Whilst in one another arms,
To rid free of ourn outside world,
Whilst in her arms,
we shalt be stars of metamorphosis whirl!!!!

Fortify this amazonian square,
Wherein Baldheads are anguished,
No other place can compare!!!

Amorosity, dont leaveth me to far gone,
Showeth me love,
Showeth me loving kindness,
Showeth me thine grain,
Showeth me thy fineness!!!

Fruition cometh suddenly,
Stunningly the air's wind stays chill,
Deadlock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!

A blade chapter of northern affair's,
How changeable is her manikin smile!!

Defilement she hath seen,
Derider,
Non abider,
Doesn't fit thy circuit scene!!!

What a dream to all whoso sleep,
Guard thy soul,
Her mind is gold,
Youll whimper as she weeps!!!

Flourisher,

Nourisher of nutriential push,
Snappish,
Pacifist,
Lover of pre schooled books!!!!

Sorceries own  solvent!!!!

Dissolvent of surmise talk!!!

Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling pedal thou!!!!

I think daily to mineself
Am I dead?
Because I seeith a light in the DARKNESS,
Straight up AHEAD!!!
And in this dark tunnel
I seeith an angel in Latin dress,
She weareth a aureola
And a túnica of a goddess...
I feeleth mineself flotador allured to her smile
Her marrón cabello didst swayeth
To mine finger's that reached out for her stranded wilds...
Her magnet labios brought me sweet juice
Her nectar of God
Released me from mine tomb

LOVE,
Tis not seeking nothing in return
LOVE
Tis dying for thy beau thy amour
LOVE
Tis forgiving and gracious
LOVE
Tis sharing and patience
LOVE
Cast's fears to the side
LOVE
Can dry a well from the tears from onces eyes
LOVE
You'd die for it, romantic suicide!
LOVE
Has bumps in thine road, though gold at the end of its light!
LOVE
Not just an action or word that we say or do
LOVE
An embracing between I and thou (me and you)
LOVE
Cuts off all evils
LOVE
Grows stronger daily with thy soulmate and every day people
LOVE
Canst drive one mad
Taketh me for example
A poem for mi amour every five quick seconds!!!!
LOVE
Anytime anywhere
LOVE
Will put thou on a bus, train, plane, ending up at thy lair!!!!
LOVE
Will make thy soul feel completion
LOVE
For thy king or queen to her thou shalt be in obeisance!!!
LOVE
Is forgiving no hatred
LOVE
No news needed, for thou two art thine own station!!!
LOVE
Never giving up or walking away
LOVE
Tis
LOVE
I feel it stronger
Day
By
Day
By
Day
By
Day
LOVE!!!!!!

Whenever I needeth escape
Whenever I needeth caped
Whenever I needeth
Peace,
Serenity
And happiness
And to see the only godliness left in this cold world

I taketh a look out of Spain's window...

I dont seeketh the one in the center of the room
Getting all the attention
I seek the loser
In the fàr left corner.....

Because I am that loser!!!

Cold chills
Shed through
The sick move
In most nonchalant of ways

Time here seems to hold itself
In most futile sickest of bays

How beautiful
Are the smiling faces
When they shalt appear

Some move faraway
Some destitute
To stay here

What dont they tell thou
When thou arriveth
To this castlenest boutique?

That worries wilt go far
What awaits thou
Are the pukenend sheets!!!

Disillusion thy own party goers
Thy touch
Hast been lost to moonshine elliptical

And thy stones of divers toss!!!

Shruggers are raider like
Craters are from no advice
Wherein viking critics
Are systematically nice!!!!

Entertaining wilers
Are subject to falsifications own Warden!!!

All receipted
All burden
To clear away
The memories
Thou once forgot!!!

Now remember
Remember all those difficult ways
Thou once knew!!!

Burdenful crimegivers,

Thou masked conviction
And shrew!!!!

Accretion,
                     Tis I seek!
Permission,
                     Of ones love to keep!
Partition,
                     I gaze for none!
Secretion,
                     Of child play fun!
Direction,
                     To giveth me her hand!
Completion,
                      A wedded band!
Ommision,
                       I want none more!
Suspition,
                       Please close thy store!
Assumption's,
                       I enquireth zilch!
Corruption,
                       Sleeps with filth!
Attention,
                       Wrap me as waddling infant!
Kitchen's,
                       To cook a meal of terrace's far and distant!
Affectation,
                       Of two fallen cherub's!
Alleviation,
                       Of the bug's and scarab's!
Abstraction,
                       I paint as a picture,
Benedictions,
                       Of one pellet, two triggers!
Complications,
                       Of breathing do I feel,
Irrigations,
                       Another deathly pill!
Saturation,
                       Man made queens to beasts!
Irritation,
                       Where art thou? Queen of settled feast?
Obliteration,
                       I lurk the high hilled tops!
Incarceration,
                        Where ghoul's meet thy cops!
Palliation,
                        To make sensual love in darker nights,
Excruciation,
                        Where art thou light?
*******,
                        Of kings and consort souls,
Acceptation,
                        Wilt thou come mine love?

As I stared
Into her dark chocolate sensual eyes
I saw the face of God
And man I was soo surprised!!!!!

Good night to all thou HP members
I love and cherish all thy wonderful masterpieces and artworks
Keep up the heavenly writings
God bless
Goodnight!!!!!
Oh and if thou all wants a good laugh before bedtime or morning lol whatever time your in than just look at me profile pic on here you can puke and smile all at once ha!!!! Goodnight wonderful poets!!!

“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”

The angel covered me with her broken aileron pinion's.......
As I thought I was alone the whole time!!!!!
As she cameth to SAVETH ME....

Yet I cameth to rescue her
As she did already for me....
She hadst thought God sent her to showeth her amour'

No!!!!
God sent me........
And it's for all love to cometh in store...

LIGHT UP THE DARKNESS!!!!!

She's classified as a primed human!
Befall to man, angel to ruins..
A breatheless wanderer..
A distant ponder...
Wild Irish caretaker, creecian apparel!!
Sidetracked by boys that stayed boys..
Unnatural toys...
A doppelganger, still jostiling to the wind...

To ease her pain's,
I shalt taketh the knife, that's in her heart,
And stab it into mine
Over, and over, and over again.  



©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry

I don't think so highly of mineself,
Yet when I looketh inside her,
I seeith everything good about me.. .
And that maketh me realize
The good soul I haveth ..
By the blessed soul she haveth....
As tis me and her
Art the same. .

i.

I wilt plunge neath thine cocoa covered pupil's,
I seeketh to succumb, to thee;
Mine poetess minstrel;

ii.

I wilt incessantly be patient for thee
Mine queen; O' how heavily this heart weigh's;
With thou so far, so far away.

iii.

Please cometh quickly mine amour', for thee I'm engraved,
Etched into thine bone's, thy skin, thy name;

iv.

We art not other's, not the "norm", not the same: for this heart burneth in flame's, O' with thee far away;

v.

If I dieth tonight, or the earth crisps away, please knoweth I'll still waiteth, for thee mine queen; Beyond the grave.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

Doth thou king treat thy lass as a queen?
Doth thou queen display thy lad as a king??
Or doth thou both just worship two materials?
And not the king's and queens thou art!!!!

Examine thine heart!!!