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567 · Jun 2015
Levitating amour'
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I saw the shining in the dusk distance
Mine Spanish mi amour' levitating
Hovering
Glowing
Above planet earth
Just checking in on me...
567 · Jun 2015
Bettering self for amour'
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Sometimes,
We must let ourn birds go free
Free
So they canst not be hurt no more by us!!
Free
Soo we ourn own selves can become a better person in the meantime!!!
Free
Hoping that when they shalt return
And if they shalt return
Thou canst be the one
That thou needeth to be
And wants to be for that person!!
Someone who canst fill all their wishes
And not bring them sorrow nor pain
But to showeth them thy truest self
To showeth them a better person
Once again!!

And though it may **** us
Tis
They do not understand
It's because we love them far to much
To bring hurt to their behalf!!
This is about when you love someone so much you don't wanna hurt them no more by accusing them or hurting them with words! So sometimes you have to be friends with them instead of a relationship for time being so you can better yourself for them until you are better for them! That's if the other person still wants a friend ship!! Sometimes they don't which is heartbreaking!!! But if they do return you can be the man or woman you need and want to be for them!! /'
567 · Jul 2015
Error 500/bad-server
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Instead of this site's name to be hellopoetry.com
It shouldst be,
ERROR-500-badserver.com



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This site has been down like four times in the past four days. I'm getting more used to the error 500 signal on this broken page sadly lol
567 · Jul 2015
Soaring the dusk
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Put the sheet over mine face
Mine life to leaveth, gone in a trace;
As ashes I'll turneth, succumbing to dust
Whilst looking down at the caretaker, this spirit soaring the dusk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesone poets poetry
567 · Jun 2015
Chains of redemption
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Let me be free
Free from this sin,
Free to know where the road starts
No criticism,
No false friends!!!

Let Me breathe

Oh deadly world I live in,
These walls are as boundaries
Made as silicone made tint!

The wind blows to a strong
Like a protester in song
Or mother with a lost son or cause!!!

What causeth humanity to fail?

Thou hast seen as I seen
What ive seen,
Saw what I saw
After all,
Blood and flesh are one!!!

Not skin thou war ****'s of flaw,
Not religion of worldliness
Politics of Masonry's call!!!!

Shame leadeth to guilt!

Guilt to fear!!

And only from bleeding to death
What is left?

Chains of redemption pulling at their best!!!
567 · Aug 2015
Forever, to loveth thee
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Tommorrow might not cometh
The night might not showeth;
The reaper might taketh me.

ii.

The star's mayest fail
Mine heart might be impaled;
Clotted crimson mayest cover me.

iii.

The cumulus might bring hail
Mine eye's shalt closeth;
This spirit to be renewed.

iv.

Though in all this pain
Next to me, mine sweetest Jane;
Mine angel of God, mine cherub moon.

v.

So if I do goeth
Dearest amour', alway's knoweth;
Forever I shalt, loveth thou to.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
566 · Jun 2015
# 1 rule
brandon nagley Jun 2015
the number one rule
Never telleth a poet how to write!!!!!
566 · Jun 2015
I seeketh one
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tangible,
I seeketh one

Temperate,
I seeketh none

Tenacious,
Reciprocal conundrum

Transient,
I needeth one to stay

Tout me,
In night and day

Trepidation,
Has spanked me hard

Taciturns,
Come by large

Sonata surrealism turned reality
That I seeketh!!!!

Mosaic made by ourn own renaissance,

Sculpted together by the hands of god!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amour'
I bow to thine feet,
Amour'
Mine heart and soul is for thee to keepeth,
Amour'
Mine minds tired, mine brains wired,
Needing thy completion....
Agapi,
When I sayeth I loveth thee, tis ******* truth!!!!
الحب
When I telleth thee I needeth thee, tis so more than anything thou kneweth!!!
אוהב layeth down with me in ourn dreams tonight and sleep...
Ai,
I'm locking mine legs over yours,
Laying on ourn side.
Kissing thine forehead
Saying goodnight.
Stroking thy hair
Hands pulling  tight yet not to hard.......
Scratching thy head from thy back of it
Nails scratching far....
Thou turneth around
To look into mine eyes,
Ourn chests and heads art close together
This moment we lose time...
Ourn arms over another's shoulders
Soul ******* covering...
We kiss eachother's lips goodnight
With ourn love
We sleep and art smothering..
Though (not a bad smothering,).....
Just ourn warm breathe to meet the incense aroma room,
No fakes to get between ourn own universe...
Just ourn dreams, God, the sun, the moon
Me and thou to.
In the beginnings of the sentences like amour or agapi in Greek. Or other words in beginning you don't know all mean love in diff languages thanks for reading..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Quiet nights
Whispered days
Outlandish sights
Peculiar maze
Tazed in by sun and the moon
Spooky goblins
Ghoulish freaks
Roam and prowl
The steadied caves
Kooky beings
All misbehave
Tranced by idols
Turned from God!!!!
Blaspheme love
Tis they do
Seeketh romance by phones
Back away like shrews
Kills one souls
Plots none muse
Muse is gone
The suns went down
Harrowing he feels
Writing scribes
Sick of all the same
Tis wants to die
Suicide not by choice
Lifts his head in all rejoice
Because he knows what he seeketh is right around the bin
No more fairy taled wim
Whimsical laughs
No more grins
None more waiting
On a dream
None more screams
Nor false delight
None more worries of bedtime fright
None more fights
Now all is right
Lost his mind
Gaveth his soul
Plundered down to stage six of hell
Wherein chaperones giveth ringing bells
Steps to God
God to appeal
Forgiveth one in time surreal
No more distasteful needing and wanting words
The I love thou's shalt no more heard
He's lost his touch
He's lost his cure
Giveth up all
Forgotten the world
Paintings he shalt go on in
Be like the greats of archaic sin
Handstroke brushes to pull him in
He's done
Oh my
He's done!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Apparition's of the darkest of days,
Swept feet,rythmless beats, bang on dark caves!!!

Abject, abject , come out of thy tombs, the warmongers draweth near in silk satin platoons!!!!

Cold hit's the wall, rain hits thine door, the floodgates flap open, no rubies on shore!!!

We art all one!! Grains of sand enlightened to Egyptian sun. We art all free, but slaves to what is..

Gather thine good's, for the abysmal's now understood!!!

For their laughing is now mixed with tears, for its thy blood now that sheds humanities darkest of fears!!!

Thy hearts burden is heavy!!!

Thine eye's, dragged and soaked.

Thou canst run from thine self thou Master of dark cloak!!!!!!!!

Tip-top silently, ourn Whisper's go through a box,
Lock me up, tie me down,

For this heart beat's slowly to STOP!!!!!!!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tis, without mine Reyna
I'd be more than lost;
Tis, I'd giveth mine soul
For mine Jane's peace at any cost.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
563 · Aug 2015
Sprightly
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Im made more alive in death
                                      than in living.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
562 · Jun 2015
Hilding's
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Au'gur away thy esprit auditor of breaking news
Chooseth thy own bereavement Augustinian of lime gleam
Coadjuvent parties
Clustered like dried peanut's....
Crazy nuts,
Cuspid cupids
Fike between afterlife portals,
Dying to subliminal
Hind-ward half topped
Hill'man to forage the forest's of earth's end!
None amends,
As tis
The globe hath been cut by strings
Hildings hold revolver suitcases
Carrying their once apparition
That rollicked so advisedly!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Hello to all eh good poets (:
This is not a poem nor any prophecy from mine tongue, yet just wanted to help me friend Rain out on here on this page, she's new and a very amazing poet (: and I would do this for anyone I think deserves to get a look at their page as soo many of you have amazing work, thank you BTW,
Very cunning and makes mine day much easier and uplifting!!! Soo please for anyone who likes mine own work or could care less for me work, check out for you not for me a girl following me called rain,  she needs a push as a newcomer here, and for all to welcome her as you Did me!!! Thank you all btw,
Wonderful artists you all are!!!
Enough of me speaking go check out rains poetry so far posted!!! And give her a booster,
For her works a marvel (:

Sincerely Brandon from a friend,
For a friend!!!
561 · Jun 2015
Unorthodox
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Unorthodox avant-garde
Off key to thy sphere
Steep in lofty elevation
Crucial they are,
To anothers needs
When one dies
One tends to bleed,
His organs for a soupish trade
Magnates
Losers of this world
Kings and queens of
Lyra
Vega
M57
Celestial appendage
Pumpkin glow orb
We shalt explore
It's craters
And be sedated by the earth's view
For doth  they knoweth?
Their world shall soon end
As me and her
Will be bent
In ourn arms and legs as latches!!!!
We're just watchers
The ones who see all to cometh
Old time knowledge
For the earthlings who are far from becoming as one...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The demonoid figures always try to ruin me
To maketh me their slave,
Tis,
What they do not knoweth is...

I was born of a seraphim and cheribum maid.......
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I couldst I wouldn't giveth her the world
For tis the world is to flawed
And other than that,
She's an angel!!
And because of that fact....
I'd giveth mine angel or
(Mi amour',) as thou knoweth her as.
All the heaven's
To be her garden,
To do as she pleases...
Though tis I haveth not much loot,
I shalt giveth her the clothes off mine back
To showeth her loves truth....
And that I'm just a begging peasant romantic
Banging at her angelic door!!!!
Calleth me a loving fool
But at least I'm a fool who knoweth pure amare ..
560 · May 2015
destin'e 'a preordainment
brandon nagley May 2015
Liquidators come in all shapes and sizes,
As vizors cover the cloud glittered lowlys!!

Layrinxed fads go out slowly and painfully as the new drives on in, as sin tends to win!!!

Your feet tramples docile demons down!!!!!!

Destine me, destine me oh lawless judger!!!destine me to where you shall not be!!!!!
560 · Jun 2015
Notta
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Scathed infected scabies
Rapper's turned ****, rock and roll robot babies
Tomorrow wilt come?

Maby,

If I let it to be!!!

Drowned at sea
Bushed by curse
Raised in the outlands
Cities make it's church

Soldier turned killers
They've swept the faraway ditch
Where mothers give sons bombs
And religion the devil made his *****!!

The towers will bop and crumble
The dollar shalt be naught
Fakers will turn makers
Judges shalt turn cop

Rob as thou wilt
Smile as thou ****
Valuation shalt be thy stake
Break it or to make it
An open grace heartache

For as thou left thy king
Or forgot thy queen
Thine own god shalt forget thou

As many are seeking Savior's
The answers in the clouds!!!

Mixed in technological doom
A cell to every door
No missing of scented rooms
Just blanch of old day war!!!!
558 · Jun 2015
Plutos buzz
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Suspension of appendage wings
Flapping to the breeze
Left out
Left alone
Begging mercy on mine knees
A bullet to graze the overpass
Albatross in flight
Brainiac turned manic
Heart blasting panic
Hopeless gored romantic
Tubing fuzz of static
Hung himself
In attic
Glorified to god
Hidden in a pod
Birthed

Flight from planet Pluto!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Aisle Spáinneach, Spaniard ardaigh giveth, dom an saol, giveth go bhfuil an saol i srón mianach !!! (Spanish tongue)

(English translated-)

Spaniard aisle, Spaniard rose, giveth me life, giveth that life in mine nose!!!
558 · May 2015
candy lane
brandon nagley May 2015
Tyrent minds beautifully engraved to street sign metal, purified pedals glow to tunnels only angels see.. Try and believe we are what we need when the clouds come swinging in, storms to grins and awakenings of whats new. Sins come with clues when the gas stations empty, lost believer, cross deceiver your mind is full and plenty..Sunglass highway take those fashionists to their old clubs, where girls turn to thugs with tattoos of fiercesome fright, dogs howl at moons baboons turn to, while leather is skin blood tight. volunteers in kitchens where heat is a hundred degrees, ones on knees just to make a cheap buck, beggers cant be givers when sinners are bigger than your orriginal drug bust.. Talented shakespherean, master's invitation given to only those who fit. have you won your prize, one with soft baby eyes your stuck to wordly grips.... Heavenly hips ive yet to find, where one turns boys to men and devils to false ends where captivation leaves your fantasies behind..What signs will one plot? wheres one is to hot to satisfy you every need..You candy you treat how sensual are we these days...How sensual is your memory...........Title- Candy lane... By meself :))))
557 · Aug 2015
Crooning crow's
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Abater, wherein art thou?
Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's?
Stuck in a cloud?

Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now;
For the pearlied gate's.

Proliferation'***** mine glut
None staying behind;
No if's, and's, or what's.

Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst
Guile liar's;
Of unholiness.

Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in the finesse of foment dream's;
Daunting foresight, dearth belief
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!

Abstinent, they locketh their beak's
Their two people by nature, masked freaks;
Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete
They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun.

Biographer's, of their own self
Don't careth, for noone else;
Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell..

We fall
We fell

In their devour....... .



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is written while back not for noone.. Just writing (::::
557 · Jun 2015
Incarnation stretch
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mine incarnation streched like William Wallace of Scotland upon this old timber trunk, mine head is dunked in a *** of needing and haveth nots, for didst the world forget the gots?
Ripper's rip out thine gut's by spoons, the feeling of a balloon as thine heart's pricked by human needle.......

Scarab's and Beatles crawleth in dung, when they sucketh they sucketh hard from thy dud's and put thee in confinement wherein realignment is fully needed....    

Handcuffed to solitary hole!!!
This is just made up soo for anyone whothinks otherwise
556 · Jun 2015
Satin nights
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Silky nights
Induced by rain
Tyrent of amour
Abducted as slave
Resting in her arms
Wool to cover ourn legs
Begging
For amare
Wrapping linen with hair
Dusk strands to fall
Waxed in satin tease
Chattel of her soul
Waiting endlessly
With a world forgotten
Snow white ****
Dancing melodies
Of Cinderella muse
Muse of mine
Poet to thou
Leaping cliffs from angels
Speaking in tongues
Wherein the seams do runneth
Down her waist line
Salivation from dribbles
Of endless time
She blows mine mind
She pare's mine pains
She dwindles mine sorrow
Now she's gone now again!!!
Maby come again tomorrow
Oh how I need her right now
How I need her right now
How I needeth
That panacea
That cure all
How I needeth mine amare
Wherein nightmares are all gone!!!
556 · Jul 2015
Sad scripture
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Tis sad yes?
How other's don't realize the other person's love
Until the other person walketh away....






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Not for noone, for all, who have given another person love and the other person didint see the love the other person gave them until the other person walked away, tired of throwing their love away... Sad truth!!!
556 · Jun 2015
Pysche of monet!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her psyche inhaled and imbibed me in
As her universe is like a Monet of modern strokes!!!
I felt an electrical jolt!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mi amour' umbrella
Mi amour' umbrella
Queen of mine throne
Universal romance
Mi reina
Mi home.....




©lyrics/poem copyrighted by
Brandon nagley
Lonesome poet's poetry....
Took some of these words outta a old poem I made on here while back for mi amour I actually made this into a song.... Called universal romance... Mixed some of these words up which is the chorus to song I made .. Enjoy ():

So you who don't know Spanish
Mi amour' is my love
Reina means queen
Mi- means my lol
Some don't know Spanish just saying (): thanks for reading
555 · Jul 2015
Forgetting them, and us
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If we forget the one's of whom we love
We forget ournselves...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
At the lowest part of hell
I looked up from mine destitute cell,
And saweth a light I thought to be just a light
Yet it was no ordinary glowing!!!!
It was mine (mi amour')
As her face was lit and showing,
I fell to the hellish floor
Humbled by her coming,
As I kneweth the same love from mine past life
Hath cometh to safe-guard me again,
To SAVETH ME from mine sins
For a new beginning
And not mine own end!!!
As tis I asked her (how must i repayeth thy selfless deed) ?
She said to me (sweetie, thou art mine and forever wilt thou be)
As again I fell on hand's and knees crying
From the joy she hast brought)
I kneweth at that moment
In her love I was comfortably lost...
Tis no bad lost,
But a lost into her soul!!!
As we connected once again
From whence we were born as twin ghosts.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst in the morning the crow woketh up early
The other crow's were still asleep,
As tis the crow didst awaketh early
To seeith the beauty of the sunrise
the moon watchers didnt seek...
I love moon and sun both.... I'm a morning and night person both... Yet more morning rooster lol. I love to see the sunrise in the morning and sun go down.. and more than that see amazing red color in the sky and warmth it gives on me skin.. The moon's amazing at night yet cannot give off no warmth... As I need warmth (:
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Satan's biggest lie to us.....

That we aren't good enough for ourn own selves,
And more than that....

That we aren't good enough for one another.....

HOW FAR FROM THE TRUTH......

As we all know,
Satan perceives himself as the angel of light....
(THE FATHER OF ÀLL LIES)
554 · May 2015
right place ,wrong entity!
brandon nagley May 2015
Tis easy to say to one
Thou art looking for love in all the wrong places,
No!!!
I've been all the right places,
With all the wrong people...
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Consort,
I asphyxiate when thy argot I canst sip,
To feel yours and mines hips gist in combustible intimacy,

Tis,

Its only a hankering delusion!!!!!

For there's no consortess among me...
553 · May 2015
thouroughfare to god.....
brandon nagley May 2015
Diminutive inherent, lost to all cost where thine bloodless are apparent. Individualist, laryngitis to spread the lasses pantomime mind in pallid peal revertists!!!!!
Guillotine's to cut dreams where the wearer's don't do their jobs,
No guideline's,
His his nor hers,
Just the impatient of informal mobs!!!!!
Nuptial contracts,
Some go forward,
Others move back for their dreamists of Escapist's,
Slavists,
To ordainists!!!!
What a morn to waken to,
Ourselves are now, tomorrow's Now, yesterdays you!!!
Periscopes swoped of pervading snippets,
Gas to wettened grass,
Cool it's to gas-leaked whipits!!
Sorties of emotional spate,
Youngest of lovers split,
I still haven't a date!!!!!!

Terrestrial angelic one, for where art thou sanhedrin prints?
Where heavenly carpets line your drive........

Where thine words are frankincense ,
Where your satisfying to high drug mind!!!

Thoroughfare to GOD ,
Where's thine throttled chariot?
Where glider's art heavensent,
And undaunted soldiers do protect you.....
552 · Jun 2015
skull pipe
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The chief's long skull smoking Pipe
Was filled
With smoke from human capture
With blood from his own scrapings
And with cactus from the western desert,

And as I took a puff....
                                        I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe.....

Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
In the beginning of the day, she taketh me to place's unknown
At the end of the day, I start back from the beginning;
A place of warmth and God, back to mine abode, into her soul.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
brandon nagley May 2015
Sure oh man,
                        Tis it's effortless to keep thy queen and thy love locked behind closed doors,
                                                   But doth thou showeth her off to thy world?

Doth thou maketh her know she is not just an earthly vessel,
But a demigoddess in thy view?
Doth thou bow on thy knees,
Give her declaration of obeisance so true?

Or doth thou brew in thine old selfishness?
Forgot of selflessness oh so called king?

Thy fervor is quite hidden,
Thy minds dirtied,
And thy inclination's all wrong!!!

Is thy mind gone?

To not seeith the cash reserve mid thy forgetful feet!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Everytime she feeleth a pain coming on
I feeleth it ten times MORE
Due to the fact we are one being!!!!!
She's mine amour'....
551 · Jun 2015
Poe lonely
brandon nagley Jun 2015
This lonesome blood
Drips through mine lonesome veins
Which leadeth to mine lonely heart
That seepeth in mine lonesome soul
Which cometh out
In the form......

Of poe like poetry!!!!
550 · Dec 2015
Taking thy cross
brandon nagley Dec 2015
Taking thy cross reyna
When thy cross is to heavy to bare;
Tis I am thine soulmate, that shalt forever be there.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
550 · May 2015
Leaving the station..
brandon nagley May 2015
Surely man cometh to his senses, from iron bars and stressful fences to keep him on tight line,
Wherein brother's act against mother's, to be left behind as societie's slime!!

Gospel's lost to the calliburs blast heat shot,
Wherein projectile gets sprayed,
As graffiti to a page,
Where iron creases,
The fold and eggs boil the kitchenette's ***!!!

All things off limit at this time thou falsely accused criminal!!

Thief between the gypsies!!

What a constitutional laugh in we all shall have,
Mother and dad,
Positively these longing souls stay wistful!!!

Polio like feelings are popular focus,
Where the green is all smokeless,
Wherein alarms do not exist!!!

One for thy lungs,
Two for two trips!!

Oatmeal cookie cakes sweetened to sweaty pie night!!
Terrors are farer ,
Gatherer's are darer's to amtrack train polite!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Even in all mine foolishness
And pain I causeth other's,
I just prayeth they canst forgiveth me.......
As tis I'm not perfect by any means...
The human still left in me.!!!
As I knoweth I forgiveth all.,
Just hope one canst forgiveth me of mine idiotic talking
And actions....
For I'm just dealing with burdens of health
And needing,
And wanting,
And fear's of losing the only good in mine life...
For tis I canst looseth it by any means....
For no man is perfect,
Though I'm not the average brute
Nor even an earthling,
I do maketh mistakes
As tis I say,
I do maketh mistakes......  

Yet whilst I maketh those mistakes
I hope only one canst still seeith the good in me that shines!!!
And the amour' that lights this relic soul...

Is unlike any here on earth !!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Poet jalopy to ride the temptest,
Squall of shallow
Moon apprentice
Wooden's of hollow
Doctor or dentist
To Ride away mine fears!!!!

Judge or gust
Backbone of theorist
Turns pen into sandstone miracle
Dumplings are lyrical
Nursery's are terrential
As the downpoor
Is riddled by puke!!!!!!

Shutters of fine drape
Tis
The black hat,
And veiled cape
Wherein the black Cat
Finishes his plate

To the whistlemen who pouts his charisma

Plasmid instigma!!

Plateau of morinsa
Chateau of  bornisa
Plato of dorita
Dawn to thy dusk

Elephant tusk shally
Moveth on tallies
Wherein the breach is far rallied,

To the pushers of what's good to come!!
549 · Jun 2015
Ambien time clock
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Time seems to drag
Like a slug on ambien
When mi amour's gone
I needeth mine amour
Mine amour
Tis
She's gone...
);
549 · Aug 2015
One
brandon nagley Aug 2015
One
We art one soul
Earl Jane, mine spiritual abode;
Mine cruor runneth through her vein's
Into her heart, into ourn brain's.

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