Its a crime to wanna find love anymore,
                        Because if you do find it, you get your heart broken into,ripped out!!!
Stolen.....

And you plead the 5th...

A little child
In the back of mummy and daddies chariot
Four door
Watching out of his crystalline window
Seeing all the strange passenger's goeth by.....

Yet for the fun of it
As any other child.....

Making Picasso pictures by blowing his hot breathe to the glass
On mother and father's chariot window.....

Writing
OLLEH!!!!!!

As the passer's
Get a kick....

Δύο αλλοδαπού
που συνήλθαν σε ξένη γη;
η ανταλλαγή ξένης γλώσσας
την ανάμειξη εξωγήινη αγάπη

( greek tongue)



( English version)

Two foreigner's
meeting in foreign land's ;
exchanging foreign language
mixing extraterrestrial love.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

The old chief
Welcomed the cowboy
On peyote they discovered that eachother
Had everything in common except for their skin
Yet during that shamanatic trip they became brothers
And as brothers became an example to the world who knew not

Equality!!!

Reality turned cartoon
By imaginative creeps
Lost in solitaried room
Collapsed in by beasts

****** deviants,
Art in under the sheets
Whilst fathers cheating again
Mother sippeth on hard ale
Both making Lovers with other men!!!

Some claim truth in prophecy
Preaching on mounted steps
But the real prophet's Cameth and left
Now only biggots we haveth at best!!

Biggots who speaketh of change is here
As they chant it out by signs
Making themselves
Seraphim
Their fallen angels in disguise!!!!

I seeith in the misty terrace
A meager man lost his abode
Sleepeth with the hitchhikers
Makes drunken bars his home

But I giveth him a lift to God
Just takes one slight hand
To reacheth out
When he's in doubt
(Brotherhood of men)

See,

Man hath lost his way again
He's consumed by mortal goods
Forgotten all the truthful words
Moses spoke and others heard

Man's to busy making technology
His amour' and his best friend
The conflagration awaiteth him,
It's bound for renewal
And end!!!

I put up a flag above mine abode
To let all others knoweth I was a different soul
The flag read freak
Freak flag.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Inspired by Shanna Stojakovich

Poetry written
By a Filipino queen, and Greek king;
Telling their tale in blood.


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

i

Exquisite animation, the tubes channel of hereafter is dim at first
This foundation of earth was just a passing through to showeth love, as I've met good being's, I've seen material and unearthly things, I've felt the kiss of death, I've seen prison cells of thugs.

ii

I've seen popes, president's, crip's and blood's, I've seen Devil's of hate, I've witnessed lover's and their fate, I've tasted iron in mine mouth, from the health issues to me I've met, I've seen ruler's get greedy, killing children as a bet, I've payed mine dues and rent.

iii

I've shown kindness to other's, I've helped sisters and brother's, I've given all to help another, as the giving of oneself is the ultimate love of ourn creator, I've seen crying and imitator's, I've seen holy and devilish behavior, as minkind hath forgotten bliss.

iv

I've seen war on t.v, I've seen Hope's made to reality, I've seen young one's die of starvation and poisoned, I've seen sanctuary of  glee turned poluted, I've seen soldier's suited and booted with the media and secret societies back their war, for lies to thee allured.

v

Though through all this nonsense I've seen, I'm at peace on the water's of the hellion scream's, for tis I feeleth serene in this stepping stone stop, the drab funnel I'll enter, when this heart stops, though I shalt seeith the light, and taketh a flight to God..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Text messaging- Bringeth miscommunication between two Lover's,
Old fashioned telly call- where two canst understand one another clearly......

Which one art thou?
Old fashioned telly loser like me?
Or text message misunderstander?

Lol just truth here
Miss old fashioned calls
/: what's happened to our worlds communication lines and we wonder why we war with another lol come on!!!!

If a brother Thirst's friend
Doth thou giveth him drink?

If a brother is CURSED friend
Doth thou release his sting?

If a brothers in dirt oh man
Doth thou wipeth his face?

If a man is begging for food
Doth thou filleth his hunger and taste?

If thou teacheth love oh sire
Doth thou loveth one back?

If thou preacheth hellish fire
Doth thou telleth others facts?

If thou seeith a creature in agony
Doth thou reacheth out and bandage their wound?

If thou seeith skeletons of people
Doth thou giveth them medical to?

If thou art not happy
Doth thyself let others help?

If thou art trapped in lonesomeness
Thou wouldnt be alone if thou wouldst only see what the other felt!!!

Doth thou listen to another?
Instead of just hearing?

Doth thou giveth thine soul to thy soulmate
If the other ones given all their skin for thou and meaning!!!

Doth thou understandeth me?
Maby thou don't
Maby thou shalt take mine advice
And loveth now
Before our lives ourn over
And never say never or ( don't)
But just do

No more excuses,
It's for thyself to chooseth!!

I want to taketh mi amour'
Mine reina
Mine rosa,
Mine vida,
Mine dulce,
Mine soon to be esposa,
Mine mami,
(As tis me and her thing..... )
So don't care if thou mayest laugh (:;;;;
Anyways, got off track!!!!!
I want to taketh mi amour
(Elsa angelica her angel name)
To an open pasture,
Wherein a huge weeping willow sit's by itself...
Lonesomely wanting someone or a couple
To lie down in the grass under it...
As its branches sway like little pixies,
To the green earth around us....
Wherein we shalt lie down;
**** to the elements and the planetary system...
Ourn Sandal's or shoes kicked off...
Her staring into mine eyes with heated passion...
Not having to sayeth one word...
Just knowing all is right
And true.
Wherein the air smells fresh,
The sky tis blue....
Ourn soul's connect
We cuddle and break through...
Not caring one bit
Of the world around us.....
Just me and her, under that willow tree....
Smiling at the pixie dancing branches....
And when the sun goeth down....
Her favorite part is,
When her moon cometh out to greet her,
A full moon to be exact...
As mine favorite part,
Is just watching her
Underneath that old willow.......

Her Being in awe at her orb like friend....
For tis it maketh me so happy.....

Just to see that wonderous smile...
GLOW.....
From mine queen and lover
(And elsa-Angelica,mine best friend)



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

Archangel
Seraphim
Cheribum
Cherub
Spirit
Sprite
Seraphim
Guardia­n
Celestial being
Divine messenger
All these are mi amour'
Who God hast sent me!!!

Αυτή η ουσία σθένος είναι κενή
Της
Ανάγκες πλήρη του

Δεν γιατροί
Ούτε οι νοσηλευτές
Δεν ασθενικά χάπια

Χρειάζεται mi amour »
Ωστόσο, αυτή δύνασαι να μου δώσει αυτήν όλα
Κοιμάται όταν την needeth
Αποφεύγει το βράδυ κλήσεις

Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Απλά απλό έφεραν στο φως την αγάπη
Τώρα είμαι λεηλατήθηκε
Τώρα needeth κατεύθυνση
Τώρα κόλαση είμαι σε
Τώρα αμαρτίες αναλάβει
Δεν υπάρχει πλέον το κρασί τοστ σε
Δεν εραστή αν τριφύλλι
Δεν λάμψη με διαφωτίσετε
Δεν τραγούδι για amour τη νύχτα
Απλά μια μοναχική κάθοδο
Ένα παιδί
Φοβάσαι με τρόμο
Soo Kay αυτό το μαύρο ταιριάζει ψοφίμι
Κάτω από τα καλύμματα,
Τυλίξτε μου, όπως ο Χριστός
Διότι εγώ δεν είμαι σαν τους άλλους
Ponder μνήμη ορυχείο
Σπόρους φυτών σε ορυχείο δάχτυλα
Πλάκα μου με ασήμι
Σβήνουμε με χρυσό
Αν τα πράγματα δεν χρειάζονται για τον ουρανό
Μόνο η δική μου πνεύμα θα πραγματοποιήσει
Κρατήστε το ορυχείο τάφο ανοιχτό
Για αν έρχεται πίσω για να παντρευτεί
Βάλτε μαύρα γυαλιά ηλίου
Πάνω από μάρμαρα ορυχείο
Για μένα τυφλά από τους πόνους
Αυτός ο κόσμος έχεις απομείνει
Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Ακριβώς μια καρδιά όλα ως ένα
Πολλοί ζήτησα σε πολύ
Είμαι απλά παράξενο και ετοιμοθάνατα
Αν αγάπες δεν είναι τόσο σκληρά
Απλά μια ανθρώπινη και θεϊκή συναίσθημα
Θα εξακολουθούν να καταζητούνται σε ένα φίλο
Αφήνοντας της μου έδειξε την αφοσίωσή της
Της
Αν και
Ξέρω ότι θέλεις κατασκοπεύσει μου
Επειδή δύνασαι να αφήσει να πάει
Το ξέρω αυτό γιατί
Έχω δικό am
Και αυτή είναι η δική μου σπίτι !!  ( Greek tongue)

(English version-)

This essence vigor is vacant
Tis
Needs its fill

No doctors
Nor nurses
No sickly pills

It needs mi amour'
Yet she canst give me her all
Sleeps when I needeth her
Avoids night calls

I didint ask much
Just simple unearthed affection
Now I'm plundered
Now I needeth direction
Now hell I'm in
Now sins taken over
No more wine to toast in
No lover of clover
No shine to enlighten me
No singing for amour at night
Just a lonesome descent
A child
Scared with fright
Soo lay this black suited carrion
Underneath the covers,
Wrap me as christ
For I'm not like the others
Ponder mine memory
Plant seeds in mine toes
Plate me with silver
Douse me in gold
Though things not needed for heaven
Only mine spirit I'll carry
Keep mine grave open
For in if she comes back to marry
Put black sunglasses
Over mine marbles
To blind me from the pains
That the world hast left over
I didint ask much
Just a heart all as one
Maby I asked to much
I'm just weird and moribund
Though affections aren't so hard
Just a human and godly emotion
I still sought a friend
Her leaving showed me her devotion
Tis
Though
I know she shalt spy me
Because she canst let go
I know this because
I am hers
And she is mine home!!!!

Have never had this thought,
                                                   Yet what if ***** wonka was a poet?
Verily I'd be his biggest fan!!

Two tangling tounges, where life's streams flow and run beyond the masterpiece brook. Acushla, where art thou? To ease me from prison time crooks?
Analgesic saliva tempers these soft healed wounds, where monkeys turn baboons into sackclothe bezoar poses!!!!
A betwixt of no selection,............///////////
Bilateral to street intersections, main arteries closed upon for clogging!
Heartfelt loggings are manuscript to billows binary made for two,   yet if you stay one , what's the fun in that?
Dog's to roam, cats to moan cog coindications separate to what Is....
Danderers are wildly sprung, shaved faces to bearded ones, are we all alone?
The defeasance of romance has left the gardens where blossoms are not alarming, yet few do grow there....

I was a gypsie from the sixties
A bandit of robbers train
A theif of jewels
Gold heirlooms and diamond doubloon

Hopeless romantic turned insane!!

I was cryptic as a monster
A myth of fairy tale
Eating moss and blue sky winery
A frog a snake and snail

I barefeet trotted
Amongst hippies and yippee freaks
A writer from the beginning
As Plato of mine country Greece!!!

He dreameth of her
In her extrasolar land;
He pen's for her gracefully
She waiteth for him,
By her foreign bedstand.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

An irishmen
A Cherokee native
A scottsmen
A French belated
A greek poet
An English pilgrim
A swiss purity
Tis
This is mine ancestry's kingdom!!!!!

What doth this all maketh me?

A puzzled mutt!!!!

I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out
They bite and spit
Caress me in doubt

I heareth their moans
As their burnt to the crisp
I rip off their appendage's
Buckle their lips

I rip off their wings
And taketh their masks
I cut them by holy water
And split them in half

This soul is not thine own
Thou brute of pleasure dome
This spirits not for thee
Thy dirtbag and sleeze

This soul is mine creators
And shalt return soon
Go back to thy flame
Thou mame of baboon!!

That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins.

It rolleth me up
And spitteth me out
Like a piece of defecation
Maketh me doubt.
It syringes mine sheath
It wraps me in dung
Maketh me sleep
In slumber and mud
Maby I'll just walk
And dissapear
Draweth to heaven I do
As heaven bringeth me near..

Whence I was younger
Nine or ten of age
I remember me and mine parents
Travelling down to south Carolina ( Myrtle Beach)
And on that elongated trip
By car of course,
I remembered the smell of the hillside's
Whilst traveling inside Virginia, and west viginia
As thou didst not knoweth
(Beckley, west Virginia) is where grandpa's from
(Mothers side), of course...
Anywho,
Whilst travelling I saw freedom
Freedom men died for
Slaved for
Embraced for
I could hear the gunshots
And moonshine traces
Left upon the wind wherein they were created
That noise hast not faded...
Not even slightly...
The people were kind
Invitingly...
Southern souled kins...
As we continue up and down the curly cue roads,
The ones with no railways
(Quite scary I must sayeth)
We continue on into North Carolina...
Whilst entering into the North of Carolina,
It was a simple place
Wasn't mine type of place to be honest
( more of a south Carolina guy, "the old feel")
We past more charming upranged mountains
As the mountains thou couldst tell
We're boiled into the land
By gods hot glued finger
Many country roads and highways
To break on in
Here's the part though that awoketh me
..
We came to a road a little past Charlotte
The big city in the north of carolina.!!!!
This course pavement Artery
Was a hidden road
One thou wouldst not want to travel alone at night
There were trees on both sides
Trees that looked as if they had cometh out of the (nightmare before Christmas movie,)
As thou couldst feel the old pained( ******* subjugation)
The deathly lane was just that
( deathly) moribund in all manner
No houses
No streetlights to guide thy way
Not even creatures to scurry,
If their was any
They were moribund to
Like the ghost slaves staring back at us
I felt those bondaged men
The Africans who hath been slain on those trees
Plucked from their homeland
Sent here too be whipped and bleed
I saw no illumination
Other than the moon
(Full moon)
To guideth ourn way....
As I felt the slaves running ,
Weaving in and out of those trees
As if they were still running in fear
Fear from their slavemasters
We finally pushed on through that devilish appartional road
Making it out alive
It felt as if a nightmare
As if forever
I believeth it took two hours just to get out!!!!!!
No lying there
Of course I was nine or ten
So thou doth not have to believeth me
Though I canst forget the feeling of those slaves eyes glancing
Crying out for help from me
And trust me
If I was there
In that time
All of those slaves
Wouldst haveth been free
Free from chains
Free to roam
Free to come and go
And go to Myrtle Beach
With me and mine family !!!

Nephilim induced,
Created by gods own hands,
Poetic muse,
A slave to thy world,
Lost to man!!!

Tis
Not just the mascara on her eye's that turn me on,
Its her diamond's calling out to me in hopeless romantic gesture..

26
Long enough
26
26
26
Never to 27
Guess I'll stick to 26
The younger
The better....
26
Last letter
26
Eternity waits
26
A marvelous date
26
None more to leave
26
Set me free
26
A strange life
26
Saying goodbye
26
Loved whilst I could
26
But all's left and all's done
26
Fears none more
26
26
26
26
20ish
26
20 six
2wenty si..... .
Forever
26!!;;

Ive never, felt this happy in mine entire life
And I oweth it all to;
Mine soulmate,
Mine Reyna,
Mine best friend,
And mine life
Spirit
And soul.....

Mine earl Jane
Mine sweet
Sweet Jane.......



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

Malaise words floweth from me,
as the rain taps this diffident roof,
where snap picture lovers sit in booths,
As i siteth on the hill!
tenacious muse...
Dearth of rosies line these chalk cracked walks,
Just complainers complain and gaulk,
as thine mergers thy own self sees breaking!
the earth seems quaking...
Saccharine duet,
a cloaked baggette,
a diamond in the rough i only heap to unravel..
the mound has turned gravel, where tombs whence layed..
Stanzas to post on paper,
clocks to do no favor,
as when time passes,
soo doth thy memories...
full yet unplentied..
Veneration is scarecely innocent,
the young grow older, the bold seem colder,
as neither hot nor cold,
thou could spew them from thine mouth!
a red immutable couch!!!
Unprecidented lingo i want to perfect,
where a queen and me will flect,
on now,
and thy new tommorrow.
ourn own oak thats hollow!!!
two sage stoic's,
where when thouest fall one shall know it,
and lend you their hand,
and NOT a tounge lashing!
ultimate blessing...
Two herasies made covenant,
two births on their own planet,
One spirit to their magnet,
as One profuse enigma ,
Provincial to god and us...........

ι.

God тooĸeтн тwo вeιng'ѕ
Froм oppoѕιтe end'ѕ oғ тнe
World;

ιι.

Two вeιng'ѕ
In deaтн'ѕ ѕтιng;
And connecтed тнeм ιn aмoυr ѕтrυng wιтн ѕpιrιтυal Pearl'ѕ.

ιιι.

Tнoυgн тнeѕe тwo вeιng'ѕ
Kneweѕт eacнoтнer
Beғore тнe earтн'ѕ ғorмaтιon.

ιv.

God вroυgнт тнeм
Bacĸ тogeтнer once agaιn;
To вecoмeтн υnιтed,
One naтιon.

v.

And wнιlѕт тнeѕe тwo
Crιed, вlood ѕтaιned тearѕ ιn
Tнeιr eye'ѕ; god нeardeѕт тнeм
In тнeιr paтιence.

vι.

Now тнeѕe тwo ѕoυl'ѕ ѕleep,
In genтle nιgнт'ѕ ҡɛɛք.
Tнanĸιng god ғor нιѕ preordaιnмenт
And нιѕ word'ѕ нe doтн ĸeep.



©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeт'ѕ poeтry
©Earl Jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( Fιlιpιno roѕe)

Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Man say's
Hallucinogens can leadeth one to the ultimate trip,
Fact is......
Death
Is the ultimate trip!!!

Taking thou
Places no hallucinogen
Couldst ever go!!!

Her silhouette,
                        
Caught the corner of mine view,

Amour' of all muse!
As I was her poet....

Showing the world for her all mine writings!!!
Unlike others,
Im not ashamed of her...

Why should I be ashmed?
She's mine muse!!!

An ancient tribesman
In the amazonian jungle
**** and raw, as a ghost.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i.

We all
Are servant's;
To someone in the end
Though thou shalt chooseth, God of Satan mine friend?




( bob Dylan put it a good way in the song serve somebody, " well it may be the devil, or it may be the lord, but were gonna have to serve somebody" . end quote... Truth.. Who will you choose.? Christ or Satan. Free will for you to choose, its your choice that sets your destiny alone.)


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

As I saw mine father,
In that cadverous hospital bed
I saw mineself lying there,

Yet,

Whilst at that same moment
I couldn't help but thinking
Of mine mi amour'
How I hurt her
How I needeth her
How she giveth me life
Shes mine
Mine mi amour'

As I only pray to god
She canst forgive me...

Mine mi amour'

i.

Soaring, exploring,
Holding onto her
Pinion's;

ii.

Glory O' glory
I'm inside her
Dominion;

iii.

On the third story
Inside of her
Heaven;



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

If I must waiteth one thousand millenniums
I'll wait a million more
For mi amour,
I'll hangeth around like a romantic antependium......

If I must be just a friend
As she wanteth,
I'll continue as that.
Because ourn love is unearhtly....

I shalt not walketh away
Or find another
No need to gaze for one
When we haveth eachother....

And if I haveth to telleth the queen
Mine love over and over again.
I shalt continue to do so,
Even if she only wants me as a friend!!!

And though still friends
I know it's much more,
For tis shes not others,
For she's mine mi amour'...

And when doubts shalt rattle
And pound to her door,
I'll kick those DEMON'S out
With a poem for her every second...!!!!!

Tis every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day
Every year
Every last breathe I haveth I  WILT POUR MINE HEART OUT ON THIS SITE LIKE NOONES EVER SEEN OR KNOWN!!!!!!!

Her dogma sockets protrude this see through soul
Her marbles art where the treasure is
SPANISH GOLD......

i

Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.

ii

The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.

iii

Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.

iv

Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.

v

Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

Governmental apparatus,
Did thou forget thy soldiers status?
As in a box you send him home??

Six feet below!!!!

Governmental beast's,
Didst thou have thy feast's,
With thy oil money and terrace divided?

Commando uninvited!!!

Govermental liars,
Partakers to nefarious deeds,
Put a gun in hand, eighteen to the marching band,

You've spoiled innocent seed!!!

Governmental bureaucrats,
Republicans, and Dependents,
Democratics to rat pendants,

For is thy party thy truth, o'er just a front?

Governmental witches,
More pills to heal those stitches,
More trenches to foreign ditches,

And regional to!!!

Governmental carnivorous,
Not paying thy army man's dentist nor doctor?
Give them radiation for cancer?

Mind control you give involuntary!!!

Governmental disregarders,
Turn clay into mortar,
Turn thine own country into hell!!!!

Armageddon shells!!!!

Governmental rapists,
Put obituaries on our pages,
Mother's and fathers alike!!!

No partiality there!!!

Governmental druids,
Paint pictures of moribund tanks,
Where gold thou has stored in thy bank,

And bankrupted on thy trillions???

Governmental addicts,
Turn bread into maggots,
Can't feed the third world?

Can't even feed us??

Governmental appendix,
Are you dying to get rich?
O'er wish thou was poor to escape thine judgment?

Thy soldier thou hath missed!!!!

Governmental Premiers,
Turn mascara into tears,
And old age is naught to this era you've intended!!

Befriended!!!

Hath thou forgotten the tombstones to every square inch scattered amongst thy broken rural?

Here's a picture of thy own son and daughter,
Such a refining mural!!!!!!!!

She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,

She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....

She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......

She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)

She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...

Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Whilst this site is bickering
And whilst it's at unrest;
I shalt sit back happy
Showing amour, being content.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I couldst tell
That she was a cherub;
By the wing's on her back
That ripped through her blouse .

I couldst tell
She was from heaven;
When I walked into her home
I stepped in God's house.


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

Crystaline butterfly
Giveth me a ride upon thy opiatic pinion's
For ournselves to be minion's
Of one another's obeisant homage!!!!

                                 As a castleview of god
                   We shalt swoon in primordial moonlight!!!

Etɛʀռaʟ ʟɨʄɛ
I'ʋɛ ʄօʊռɖ;
Wɨtɦɨռ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication

I hear the thunder roarin' in,
No literally there's a storm on the horizon!

                                 Hope it sweeps me to heaven!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou lonelie's  and heartbroken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou misheard and mistaken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thy widow's and fatherless lads and lasses!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                who search for god in all the wrong places.

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine children without a home,

I prayeth for thou,
                                 Thou bullied and quieted unknowns!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thus abused wrongly and neglected!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine burdened, used and disrespected!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                For queens to find their kings, and vice versa,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For thine women who haveth men who pay àttention not to their treasure in front of them, only t.v commercials!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou men who get sent off to war,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For one's like me who would die for amour'!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                To show love and forgiveness to one another,

I prayeth for thou,
                                To prayeth for me as I didst thou!!

Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the *****'s of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.

I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.

An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.

The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.

Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Hyphenate thy walking ground, your thy hunger of slumbered town's, you fenced in doer!!! You rider of wild waves, homogenous to honeycomb's taste of thine hydrogen of implorations!!! Impotent words turn potent to imply further instruction,

Farther corruption comes,
Easier the raindrops flow!
Idle all your masteries to thine miseries,
Your sorceries likely unknown!!

I'm impoverish beyond belief,
Beyond thy receipts of studded diamond jewelry I have found!!!
Manifest questor,
You fancy and plain dresser's,
Arr thou lucratively winning?
Or art thou just beginning to lounge into modernized gain?
Marauders bones turn to sauder,
As Mardi gras is now the countries front page...

Marvel martyr's so penitent to past and present sin!!!

Pensioner's live in penthouse,
While ourn world copes to its end.....

A plush Spanish cena I shalt cook for her
As Flambeau's shalt light her strand's
A Greek wine to pour from mine ancestry,
Made from ourn lip's of grape juice secretion....





© Brandon nagley & (lonesome poets poetry) owner (:

Wherein didst man go asunder?
Plagued and plundered by his own stupor and turnings from god,
Forgetful con's!!!

Wherein didst man go astray?
Made queens as slaves,
Traded love for hate, and affectionate soulmateism for lust?

They stoked the crust!!!

Where didst thou meander?
Thy terrace thou had made starved,
Thy hearts hast gone emptied,
Cheaters of bars!!!

Doth thy drink not dilute thou?

Innocent babies thou hast turned to war
Thou gaveth no love
On foreign shore
Pornographic icon's thou hast made galore

As thyself worship's its every temptation!!!

Thou made bombs thine settled truth
Thou hast let technology becometh thy own comfy noose,
Thou art hooked on electrical tablets
Made religion vain

Thou art becoming maggots!!!

Thyself thou calleth a king
Thou giveth no soul to thy desolate queens
Thou art just a stove
Of dumbed down things

As doth thou get thy kicks off the many men and women thou mayest talk to?

Cut down trees,
And built thy filth,
Made castle mansions
Of diamond nilch,

Is thy wealth thy life thou may lead?

Thou gave disease
And tanks for fun
Thou art a lost
And lonesome one,

Still addicted to new age worldliness!!!!

What didst thou miss?
Oh beasting man,
Thou art clever
To make thy plans

But didst thou not know that thy own contrivance will be halted??????

I hadst to let go of mi amare
She didst not belongeth to me
As I must admit...  

She cheated on me with her orbed crescent......