In mine own death I shalt find solitude
By the river of heaven
Wherein I canst not be cut, hurt, and bruised.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Tis funny,
IS IT NOT!!!!!!

How man canst spend thousands of dollars
On ****
*** slaves
Video games
Gambling (casinos)
Another lover (cheating)
Food
Cars
Houses
Boats
(MATERIALS)

Thou canst not taketh the time
To listen to thy wife
His kids
His family
His mother
His sister
His brother
His God!!!!!

Instead he just heareth them
While lost into
His addict mind
Of *** (with others)
Dope
Greed
Into his self image
His guy buds
Alcoholic suds
His worship of crud

Yet
Whilst in all this nonsense

He buys his wife
One lousy rose
To think it shalt maketh it all better!!!!
And buys his kids one toy outta all the money he wasted
On all those
Lusts and materials

Thou hast lost thyself oh man!!!

Lost!!

Mine mother
A slave
To the beastly corporation of (Wendy's)
She works to hard
And still giveth me plenty

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
Not deserved!!!

A salivic honey dew,
                                    To sippeth out of the serendipity goblet!!

i

Aqua candy saliva, bathe me in scented oil, I'm bestead, living, in the land of the dead; I want to be think of thee, in a gown of flowing luminary, meeteth me, at the red Sea, calmeth me, with thy kava tea, down me in thy mouth, mine lips between thy teeth.

ii

Betrothed we shalt be, before the fine religious brimstone, we'll cuddle before the fire, aloft ourn rooftop grove, and in the stove, the finest roast shalt be flaming, the taste shalt lace in ourn mouth, the lair is secret, yet to us is devout, ourn arms, legs, lock.

iii

Her strands art primal, as mine art wild, thus becoming even closer, one amare, uno child, facts and action's, not words and false promise, verily I telleth  thee, a one way entrance, the path is broad, though narrow's the way, ourn marrow's nicely display.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

She spies upon mine page
As a Spaniard informant
Gathering intelligence
By the flowers in mine hair

Yet
What info canst one retrieve from
A Past life thief
And gypsie hippy?

As she realized it wasn't info she was massing............

It was her first time ever loving someone!!!

(Nerve meds setting in/what? We need to relax!!!) By me...nerve medication diary! Tounges dry, body is slowing to its course!!!! No remorse....the main ***** your brain is ticking down backwards! An easing of the day!!!woops there's a display! Breathing slowing, panic unloading out all into your tapestry we call sheets!!!nothing bleak! I can repair by reflection!! Write poetry by invention
PS: how god intended of course!!!!!
Tomorrow will bring another manic with that comes more panic and more uneasing mends!modest ammends!!!
Sleep will be white and bright with slumbering fairy like ladies to show me the next days run!!!a show! How fun...///
Peripheral vision of me in 3d as in leaving this own holdened carcass! Mortuary places cannot hold this body down!!!!!

mine de tendre bavures la chute de la déchirure que les années goutte de vie de la mine, reine de rêve de, ne peut pas une réalité que nous faisons dans la vie ourn? dans lequel il n'y a pas de douleur, ni les conflits, mais un trésor que nous mettons la main de ourn dans tous les temps, nous devons une tranche de eachother amour !!! Que fais mienne l'aorte haveth en magasin oh acknowledger de la mine aimer sort ..... ce sort à l'enfer de poète oh lonesome ...... ( french tongue)

(English translate)

Mine tender smudged tear's fall as years drop from mine life, queen of dream's, can't a reality we make in ourn life? wherein there's no pain nor strife, but a treasure chest we put ourn hand's into every time we need a slice of eachother's amour!!! What dost mine aorta haveth in store oh loving acknowledger of mine spell!???..... this spell oh lonesome poet's hell......

I told me mum
Mother
Didst thou knoweth that thou hath given birth to an alien?
I told her me.....
She said to me
NO!!!
( I don't giveth birth to aliens)
Aliens giveth birth to alien's.......

Mother
The truest poet of them all....
Think of it...
Mother's art the real poetry to life...
Carrying every single ***-word to man
Whilst being in pain with child in the womb....

And their word's art quite poetic......


Whilst at same time
Reading us bedtime stories
Of the big bad wolf
Huffing and puffing.

And goldey locks....

Now  that's poetry from mother ..




(): lollllllllllll I don't feel good don't mind me at all... Lol long day

As we shalt both be unshamefully naked,
  
Under the crescent of Da-Vinci and Rembrandt Empyrean's,
Her dusk hair shalt guise me in envelope form,
As ourn benevolence shalt be ourn coverlet!!!!

The small child in me is showing,
His face peak's out in times of
Trial; the man outside
Pretends, smiles.




©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry.

I want to debouch in open country, where maidens wear fine dresses, where debarrasing is new and the old is the opposite!
Redisposistioning!!!

I need a renewal, where none are cruel and none shall scorn me..
No false lovers to burn me, but to float on our own cloud nine!
A well of wine....

Hyaline wings to rasp me in molecule air's, where people can care and give and forgive all in one seeming.
An angelic meaning!!!

Our horoscope's to guide our way, as god enchants and breaks the day, as in night time comes strange creatures!!
Iconograph teachers!!!

Candles to burn their wax, poor to live in mansions, and the rich to shacks , yet all are still so equal living as one!!!
Idiomorphic suds!!!

No inurbane gesture's, only our kudos to make preachers, from the divine and sovereign the high one calls us!!
Lakefront musk!!!

The landscape is marvelous in this place with no time, no watches, no keeping of minutes that don't matter, no heart to get shattered...
No abuse, none battered!!!!

Just landlords who grow all things naturally, as striking beasts, in primal form!!!

Enwomb me envoy ive not seen, epatant dream,
For when shall someone show me all I wrote??
False hopes? Or fatalist blur?

As mine essence went
Out of mine body;
It went up to heaven
Inside of mine Queen's heart.



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

Woe to you, unfaithful witness, did not even Enoch portray your endings? Falsehood friending's shall overtake homes of love...
Look above,
Oh shalllow man, doth thou not knowest the one who holds thy keys to hell and the grave? Continue in thine way brutest of beasts...
For weeping, and gnashing of teeth shall uproot you.Gomorrha once again...
Media trends, you live and compass by, for thy universe is in parrel you mut of dirtied hands...
Seven golden candle sticks do palm in his hands, as your temperature shall arise!!
Humanities own suicide...
Thine estate's shall fail, skin turned pale by your own nuclear fusion, dust bowl intrusion.
Filthy rags shall be your soup bowl, while the homeless you give no home, haveth thou not heard of charity? What disparity!
Clouds you are without the rain, your the salt of the earth, yet why art thou unsalted? For don't you know your savour isn't there?
Murderer's, complainers, do you seek thine own lusts? For repentance is a must, when the fire's down below!
Howl and moan you speaker's of evil dignity, for thy pride and thou pity shall you muster up in confidence, all countenance..
You mock, though doth not receive, bury your own for you shall grieve,
Your own futuristic nightmare of course!!!!

Poem stopped

As I pick up mine burdened cross, mine brow's art heavied by the mockery of the crowd. Mine head shaved to maketh me feeleth belittled, the drizzle of pain down mine vessel, comes pouring all down... The ruler's art all around, as the pharisees laugh, they spit upon mine smiling lips, and whip me with unused glass. As they spike me they heareth mine screams, dancing to the scene. I close mine eyes, and pray to god, forgiveth them of their deeds. As I knoweth mine water shalt soon depart, I shalt uplift to the mansion grove....... I yell back at the crowd..... Expect to see mine ghost... As they see mine ghost, it knoweth not much longer shalt they maketh a travesty of me. I spill mine gut's upon the wood, on the old juniper tree......... As when mine spirit left me, mine own mother sat there because they made her watch, as mine soul left mine carrion, their temple's rent ripped into shock....
And the Pharisees, tis they didst see, the son they hath killed, was one not of this world, now their sin's shalt they feel...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry...

When others get jealous of me
Their jealous because their the same as all the others,
Because they seeith I'm different from them
And they don't like difference,

As whilst they get jealous,
I just walketh away....

Jealousy
Is one of the seven deadly sins....

If youre being bullied on social media... Why keep it??? Who cares if you get 400 or 500 likes per picture... If youre told to **** yourself, then you dont need that in your life! Nasty people arent going to stop calling you names, they arent going to delete you! They love making you feel awful! Just delete your account and people will get the picture! If you wanna make a new one, add just your friends and family! If youve only got 1 friend and momma, heck thats all you need! And all them boys commenting on your post will never meet you one day unless its over skype! Forget about them! Its never gonna be! But adventure yourself outside of the internet and meet someone in real life! If youre that attractive and the boys want you, theyll do it in person! You dont truly know who is on the other side of the screen.



©quote from friend Kate on Facebook

From the beginning of time man hath been addicted to
Gore
Blood
Guts
Fighting

As thou hast noticed this in the old gladiator arena's
In war's
In ourn own streets...  

Yet its not all just man addicted to these beasting ways....

It's just the devil loveth to pulleth man's strings,
As man is just a puppet..

Mi amour'
Just in case something happens to me
And i get to sick,
And I'm not here anymore.....
Just wanted to say,
Since I don't wanna take nothing for granted...
I loveth thee more...

Man made the creature a slave,
Creature made man a beast in return,
Yet if the man wouldn't have made thy creature a slave,
Well,
They'd both be free..

As its more than honesty
The world followeth the wordly man who giveth (wise word's...)
Yet tis wordly,

As the unearhtly men giveth spirtual knowledge
Yet thou turneth away from them?

Wordly beasts!!!

This multiplying illness complexes this weariness,
Ominous steers for you,
A three tiered system is written in the hearts of dispysing old *******,
Not soon yet,
Not soon after!
Climaxing evildoer's initiate in iniquities triangles love affair,
Many go thine distance,
While the darers do dare!!
Clean slates thou wilt not find in a confine of magic fairy tale cells,
I'm sick combusted of all energies,
I feel that bursting flame raising of hell!!!
Chestnut beans boil near by one,
Some play on open courts,
While others believe in freedom of pistol ranged fun!!!!!
No extinguisher to put out volcanic smoke,
Wickans to quick ones,
No lighter to spark thine throat!!!!
Pleasures are shamefully no fun here,
Even amongst thine own kind your a diseased plague,
Of settled bacteria!!!!
Hysteria entereth ones mind to rid him the twinge of this vivification!
Forget wrong and right,
You knoweth neither,
Unborn one!!!!!

Thou art a star of creation,
A rector to all nations,
The moon, the earth, thy sun!!!!

Captured beauty thou art,
Thou photographic film you!!!!!

This is just for all h.p people
I want to apologize if ive posted your poems in rooms that your poems don't belong
Fact is I hate how there are rooms for different categories
We should not be separate poets
Poets should be one
Not hiding our souls in quote (rooms for different poems)
If it was up to me all poems would be on one page
Page title-,poets-as-one!!!
So yeah lol
If I posted anyone's poems in rooms I should have a lot *** I do click on the room quickly and just add
Please dont take as disrespect for sending to wrong rooms
Just sick of (cliques) everyone sais post your poem here or there
Write like this or that!!!! B.s that isn't poetry that is pure control!! So for any which may be a lot I posted your poems in quote wrong room I apologize!! For time to stop separating our work!! And become one group of poets
Separation is our downfall ! Sorry truth

Thanks and sorry again
Your friend
Brandon Cory nagley!!

Oh ps: people make mistakes
We need to forgive another
Loves answer
God bless!!

Where didst mi amour' go?
Tis
I don't know
Tis
I misseth her so
So
So much
Tis
Doth mine heart groan
):

I needeth one to discern me,
An intimate tease,
Wherein laungerie is seduction,
Diradic, no diffident!!!

I seeketh something different!!!

A paw and a footprint as fidelity
Tattoos our portion,
No flouting distortion
No love loss abortion!!!

A juxtapose of hot waxed surreptitious!!!

Synthesis to succumb to,
A queen of mine to run through
Both revered in dialect language!!!

No baggage,
Nor any drainage,
No virulent acute scrutiny!!!!

A grand symphony!

रानी, ​​मेरा आत्मा को ले तेरा सुंदरता के साथ मेरी आंखों को संक्रमित , हम एक साथ आकाशीय तक पहुंच सकता है कि हमारे उंगलियों कनेक्ट!!!!!!!!!

English translation-           queen,
take mine soul, infect mine eyes with thy beauty, connect our fingers that we may reach the celestial together!!!!!!

Threadbare/ by myself/ Crucifixes cupids, your arrows gone missing, your fire has been quenched!  Drenched from the storm's of warring times. All things shined between the pines of whited out bark, enclose in secret, walk with me you walls of central park! Reflective beauty is farthest away from the ugliest, the smuggest of guardian hero's. Organically  I am troubled to notice the one for all lingo, where greedy tidings replace the mingle of gatherings festivities. Exhibiting van/goh visions of dispense! Some pay their dues in bathrooms, while other's lose their rent! Messiahs, soo many false! Hypercritical bringer's, beeless stingers of pacific west albatross gratuities loveliness takes hold of me, while others scold me I live to die young!!!!!:

i.

In thine soul
In thine soul;
I'm whole.

ii.

In thine arm's
In thine arm's;
I shalt rest in thine abode.

iii.

In thine thought's
In thine thought's;
I shalt stay.

iv.

In ourn aisle
In our aisle;
Thy wedding dress shalt sway.

v.

O' heaven
O' beautiful heaven;
Is all I knoweth, with thee.



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

i

Beelzebub, oh Beelzebub, was thou so foolish to turneth from god
Thineself was the highest angel, leading now thy devilish flock;
What was thou thinking? Oh foolish one? To tryeth to be thy god
Thou tried to be the one who created thee, now kicked down here

ii

Lucifer oh Lucifer, thou was made in his image, not him thy own
Now thou hateth, now thou taketh, what thy greediness hath left;
Satan oh Satan thine blaspheming brute, where art thou now?
Art thou killing? Looting, and causing misery for the world's suit?

iii

Bearer of light, oh bearer of false light, I've seen thy face at night
Bearer of false promises that mankind follows, I canst waiteth to see thy works cast into the flame, and for thee again to be chained, with the rest of the hellion with thee in Hell's shallow.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Venerate propriety
Blithe society
Merger of varieties

(Saccharine penchant)

Tis,
     For the queen didst I mention?

May God protect mi amour'
In the trials and tribulations she's facing,
May God leadeth her beside still waters
Wherein the other Angel's canst showeth her,
Her placing...

As tis I wilt guideth her,
For she is not alone...
I was her guidance many life-ages ago
And still wilt be on her side to helpeth her grow...

Well of life, oh well of life!!! Spring me thy vibrant blamelessness,
For am I amyss? Wishful to Pius beliefs? That theres a queen, not a thief?
Staring at her screen as me!!!
Consternation in unbelief?

Gathering her end day fears!!!

Shall she pike near?
And hitchike mine hazy distortion?
With our love would be proportion,
No distortionary tyrant to ourn view!!!
Sleeping silently in our room,
Being as just small wombs!!!

Acquisitive and itchy to our next step!!!!

For tis this I have wept,
Thinking over and over,

For wheres thine four leaf clover,
For mine good Irish luck?

Trapped in the ducts of civilation lost?

For what's thy cost old globed ball see'r?

A pound or a ruby?
A million in cash?
Or cheap movie?

For I'd give you mine all to basque in ones appearance,

A PRI maddona I strive in all
Contrivance.....

i.

Grooving cricket's
Mardi gras the copse;
A bedchamber shut
The door's art locked.

ii.

The luster of the moon
Sparkle's her face;
Locking I tightly with her finger's
Her body with mine in place.

iii.

Wall's bodacious, to match her flavor
Raiment she weareth, I sketch on poetry paper;
Though I'm no artist, only a writer
Her look's art an eyeful, I've become her virtuoso, her guider.

iv.

As tis, she's mine muse
Thrice I hadst held her;
She's mine only residence
I seeketh none other shelter.

v.

I shalt die in her arm's
And awake in her psyche;
Because tis I do knoweth
She's where everything's right.



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

She keeps on saying goodbye
I keep on saying hello

A comedy show!!!

Just to connect again
To the tone of her **** (drop to thy knees) voice
Is only hopeful wishing......
                                                I guess,
How I miss it soo...
So
So
Much!!!

The green clayed soldier pointed his weapon upon mine temple,
As a nineteen sixties gesture,
I stuck a flower down his barrel..

Silence and a daisy were the best two Silencer's!!

(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?

Venial she is in all different matters,
Where her verge is golden plastered to flatter thine human senses.
Veteran of suspenses,
Unnacustomed to kindness of words?
Believer in verbs?
Unavoidable to any common sensed man!!!
Knowledge giver beyond delinquents,
A true player of cants and cans,
Lover of strict demand!!!
Desirer to shake hands.
What unbalanced link canth I connect?
Is thy heart still wrecked for not having as thou needs?
From always having to bleed?
For you die another day!!!!

Put your fashions on display, for God's your only judge, you actress you!!!!
Substantial,
Your heart burnt sleeves are worn where the pain is scorn and qualm,
Where darkened sky's are the fringed and never blue,
Hybrid of god and man, for thou ways are noticed globally!!
Vocally you sound a hummingbird so high,
Harsh to thine self, best to everyone else,
You adventurer for troublesome ride!!!!!!

Tabby's cannot compete your wild child,
Where being stable is praised!!

Stadiums arth waiting your eyes to be impressed by you're plentified fruitful garden....

I'll taketh the long way home
The one where bumbleberries are lamp posts
Wherein demons shalt not haunt me
Wherein apparitions are lovely
And angels are tabled host's,

Where smoke is seen as ghost's
And images are projected by love making freak's
Wherein reflugence is indulgence
And madness is seduced by capsulated radiance

Tapered sunshine
No hit and miss!!!

Foreign astral,
Shew me thy astronomical ways,
                                                          T­aper me down silently,
Tuck me into thy extraterrestrial conservatory!!!!

She always telleth me
Baby
Just goeth with the floweth.

Baby looketh at me,
I'm flowing
I'm flowing
I'm flowing......

Now watch mine poetry flow
Ha ha ha....

Were always so expeditious to estimate one another,
Yet when at the same time we step into that glass mold thyself call's a mirror,
That glistened lookalike hasting back at thou,
Points back,
And rehashes thine own self!!!

I needeth to feeleth
Her tongue and kiss
The secretion saliva slowly hit
And maketh me shake
And beg for more
Whispering softly,
MI AMOUR'
Whilst locking finger's
Ourn Palm's get sweaty
Trapped in the moment
Cuddling hungry
Whilst feet do touch
**** by choice
To stroke her hair
Her quiet angel voice
To scratch her skin
With mine own nails
To feel the drench
Of ourn own tale
To see the moonlight
In her eyes
No thoughts of death
Nor suicide
I'll taketh the ride
Into her soul
Wherein were one
Eachother's home
In ourn own globe
Ourn little world
A little boy
One little girl
I'll giveth her pearls
And diamonds to
Just to say
A love so true
Yet loves not money
Or pirate loot
For she's mine treasure
Of heavenly pursuit....

Witchdoctors of wall street
Maketh potions of poor man's disgrace

Angels still left on earth
Dying to get back to their place

Their sick of the heartbreak
Humans tend to bring

All it would taketh
Is a lightning strike
To make those humans fully believeth in pain!!!

Pillars of salt the cities hath become
Liquor stores to stupor one down

Some weareth pearly apparel
High class yet ( not found)

These fancy dressers
Pick and choose
The lives they wanna live

Whilst the angels sit on back
Saying do not taketh mine friend
But giveth...

Pilate like rulers
Rule by sharpened tongue
Making gods of figurine's
Lying in another mates secretion
Thinking they haveth won..

Cloying masters
Of tyrent rage
Emptied out of the bag
False lovers of nothing more
Than control whilst at hand

Club-women
And club-men
Hanging out at bar (clazelle)
Sold their soul to Satan
For a night of wine and hell

They fraternize their wicked schemes
Whilst making one quick buck
Wherein is that dying breed
Lost on mountain musk?

They freck thee with smooches
They leaveth thee the next day
Fratriciders of suicide
To their friends and family decay

Ideomotor ideas doth come
At least to those who art lost
Gaveth all they've had
For a fake idea and posh

But it shalt all endeth soon
The storms now rolling in
A hurricane of sweet refuge
No more cheaters to lovers sin!!

We didn't need words,
For in that moment...

We had spoken the dialect of love,

Telephathicly!!!

And they'll ask one another
Where didst he go to?

Don't ask me,
I don't even know!!!!

No poem!!

An everlasting rainbow glide slides from her tounge, for you cannot run , you always get ****** back in!!!

Fight and squim, muddle and squirm, bite and yearn, for your her harped match!

Strike your catch!

You two were made from the beginning,
A trinity of entities with 3d imaging... Your spirits were crafted!!

No printing!!!

Xenophilias most beautiful attributes, where countries become as one, wunderkinds where thunder shines, vivid heroes of hot day's sun!
Will-call merchandise traded for disregard, where tags are hung on branches, as newly weds drive old cars! Licensures practice giveaways freely. Are we suckered into believing old wives tales? Lidocaine pick up lines to be accustomed to man to Man life tables!
Lieutenancies so vacantly are closed to high file cases, where concentrated faces smile!!! Young daughters are made for ruin while the cruel oil stays piled!!!
Maturate littlest of seeds, where gokers cook to perfections... Prospire of direction where the arrows pointing down.
Mazarine eyes, a chancer of fairest lies, I miss the caressing of the small talk you lay on me lover!!!!sister,sister are you of your own brother?