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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Come-hither amare
Stroke mine gill
Pull mine hair

Stroke it softly dearest love,

Cometh near amour'
I'll rub thy flesh
I'll make thy sketch

Of thy unearthly body upon the throne,

Get closer grá
Pull thy draw
In Acadian fall

Hoist ourn appetite,

Bite into that fruitful apple
No simpletons to ****** thou
No petty thieves to break in

Just stench of ourn beginnings, no end!!

Potion of magic wizards
Anti-toxin of dose elixer
Antidote of unkept filters

How thou hast cleaned me so purely!!!
457 · Aug 2015
Cheating on life with death
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I tried the whole "living thing"
But death was to good.

So I cheated on life
With death.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
456 · Jul 2015
Stumble and fall...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I shalt continue to giveth mine all
Even if I lose hope,
Stumble and fall.
And even when I feeleth there's no hope at all...
I'll pick up mine pen
Write mine love letters on the wall...
In this lonesome room of mine ....
At least I knoweth,
That mine love's
Not of mankind...

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
455 · Jun 2015
Grow old pain.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As one groweth older,
So doth their pain groweth to..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
For when that black adorned serpent cries
I feeleth a smile coming on....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Bare and ****
His soul to thy world;
A seeker of a muse
He seeketh an amour of a girl.

Open and free
With flower's in mine hair;
I'm dying, I bleedeth
With this lonesome despair.

Asunder mine heart
Broken like rain pellets;
I Feeleth as the witch in wizard of oz
mine essence is melted.

Mine brawn is pelted
And mine vest seemeth to tight;
It's OK, with the help of truest friends
All shalt be better and alright.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For noone just grateful for good friends here
454 · Aug 2015
Sinking in her chest....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I layeth mineself
Down to rest;
I sinketh deep
In mine Jane's chest.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If only I could showeth her all of mine love
I'd rip out mine heart
As the blood would be its amount of mine affections,

As the vial would fill up a whole swimming pool!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Where is thine innocence of youth?
Wherein snap lover's booth's are make out sessions to an hour or more!!!

A child to mannish slavery,
A relapse to ****** engravery,
So tight-nit away at home!!!

Hidden from all advantages,
A-new for the next time to partaker of the token line!!!

So much low incomed time management!!!

Thyself let's  other's to leave thou alone,
Doth thou calleth that abandonment?

Induce thy herd of jackal's,
Around the pit they crackle like the insect's they really are,
Some try to get close, whilst the team thou pushed for skeletons of painful memories,
Thy tendencies overlead thy time written words!!!

Skeptic lover thou,

Chooseth a brother,
For even he can't crawl past thy skin!!!

Quaver for appetetic destruction,
Wherein a sensual luncheon's bound to take place!!!

Smile queen,
For its all a dream,
In the northern part of the state!!!!
453 · May 2015
funny paradox...
brandon nagley May 2015
Tis funny ,
Is it not?
Us quote: (Hopeless romantics) still hold onto hope,

Such a paradox!!!
453 · Jul 2015
Dying before dead
brandon nagley Jul 2015
He thought he hadst died whilst leaving his body
After the motorcycle accident..
Tis God hadst told him,

That he hadst died long ago
From his own depression.....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
As I looked into the face of the Almighty

I couldst seeith the whole universe of poetry
In his fiery eyes,
As I saweth all the beauty
And pain
And the hurt
And the love
And the romance of the poets....

A poetic tear fell from mine wayside...
brandon nagley May 2015
Art thou arbitrating an anecdotal end?
Thou apparition of past anthropologist's enlivened to enormity and feline fiasco bend..

Paupers come in packs,
Patter soo bicuriously the patrolmen and thine percolaters match!!

Penal supplements calm nerves of shredded steel,
Pawn broker's to choker's,
Satires greatest wheel!!!!

Come all ye scapegoats!!!
For now you've one to blame,
No debit cards , no yards to take off to,
No torment to shallows fame!!!!!

Amazing grace for how sweet is thy sound?
How young is thine ground?
When one may come and go!!!!

No tunneling through promontery snow,
Yet beautifiers of nature's naturality!!!!

How come thou seeketh out others,
Only to find thyself?

No crystal italic ball to showeth you thy way,
Nor any lead to help!!!

Reiteration of emotion replenishes only if for a few,
Solely I need dire solace listener!!!!

Temporal fixtures and hangings ignited to one fire worked display,
Timid footsteps expanded by black and of Grey!!!!

This thorax goes pained!!!!
Underlying velvet cruor from one to be undervalued and drained!!!!

How hapless to be stood up wherewith your at captive!!!!

Welfare is nowhere to completeth me!!!!!!!!
451 · May 2015
surely im sure indeed
brandon nagley May 2015
Today ,
That wicked thing called lonesomeness slaps me like a brick,
Like a phene to his pipe it hits!!!!

Dragging me down asunder!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If she only believed mine amour' for her
Is real and all in truth
I giveth her mine soul
When she's gone mine heart is to
):
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ourn true existence
Doth not start at ones birth
It starts at ones death!!
451 · May 2015
13 , now 30
brandon nagley May 2015
You giveth a thirteen year old a gun oh uncle Sam?
Detached and ******,
Doth thine self feel not shamed?
You gave him bullets as buddies,
Letters for mummy,
As its obvious he won't respond!!!!

But the thirteen year old is odd among the other lads,

He lays down his weapon,
And helps his fellow enemy!!!!
Defying uncle Sam!!!

Now wouldn't the world be a better place,
If we all loved our enemies?

And the best part of this all is,
The soldiers saw what that little one had done,
Moved fiercely!!!!

They layed down their killing sticks as well,
And helped up thy fellow brother!!!
451 · Jul 2015
Beauty and her beast
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She sayeth that I am her beauty
And tis she is mine beast,
NO!!!!!

More like I am her beast,
As tis
She is mine
                    BEAUTY who I don't even deserve.....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
Hands are bound,
Eyes are gagged!!!
                                 No love to giveth,
                                 None to be had!!!
Eyes are choked,
Face is smitten,
                                 Heaven I await,
        
                                 A new thanksgiving!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Ourn bodies will be as railways
Gripping upward boats
A dungeon of hopeless romance
A dine of domain ghosts

A amulet she shall wear for me
Up upon moonlights hill
Well thrash around in excitement
A heat of ******* chill

She'll taketh me to heaven
Upon her forbidden craft
Wherein language we shall make
And take and make in half's

Apparitions we'll become
Disappearing in ones thoughts
Lost in divine moment
No fear or instant loss

For me to write her poems
As for her to write them back
A mansion of many kingdoms
A house full, van-gogh shack.

As she will come home late
From work she will want to sleep
I'll rest her wearied head on mine heart
And for her this soul she'll keep!!!

We shalt dandle in silk taffeta
The moirai will tuck us in
Ourn bolsters to be as children
Between ourn finite limbs

As in between ourn slumbered coma
We shalt waltz across ourn own bridge
Where the other half is there to greet us
Half is hers, half is his!!!!
450 · Jul 2015
All i do know, i canst stop
brandon nagley Jul 2015
All I knoweth
Is I canst stop writing for mi amour'
Though we're only friend's...
Being friends won't stop mine true love for her.
450 · Jul 2015
Jailed lonesomeness
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I beseech and implore for just one kiss
I crumble to the ivory walls around me;
I seeketh and explore in the darkly abyss
And noone is near to fully arouse and supplyeth mine need's.

Just a simple Bonjour, to haveth an opera of amour'
To be as simple infant's, climbing mountain's and shore's;
Forgetting the world, lost into ourn own dimension
Yet that's not what I'll findeth, I've excepted mine jail sentence.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
450 · Aug 2015
archangel
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Like an archangel
She taketh mine soul;
All the way up to heaven...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
450 · Jul 2015
Mine beauty for the day
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mi amour'
Is mine rose
                      Mine rose without the thorns.......
Soo beautifully dost she reflecteth her pedals..
Mi amour',
Mine beauty for the day...
Mine rose on display...?
How it's thee mine rose,
                                            That giveth me so much hope!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I hid,
The amare of mine life
Tis love wouldst not be real...
For she is mine light!
I cannot hideth her,
For mine soul won't let that be,
For she's mine all
I just want for all the world
To see...
449 · Jul 2015
Picking the lock
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Tis bad enough being trapped in thy own head
If even trapped physically in thine own carrion luggage body..
Though she's trapped in her own soul ....
The worst feeling,
So God Gaveth me a key to set her free.  
But she keep's pushing away mine hand's to unlock her....
Though tis,
I wilst continue to tryeth to reach mine hand to her lock......
And if she keeps pushing mine hand away,

Guess I'll just have to be a criminal
And pick the lock....
449 · Jul 2015
The real ones
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When the crowd leaveth,
We seeith who the real ones art...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Thou canst findeth me at poe's grave
Jotting down poe's name
Reading all of poe's pain
And yet a love slave,
Like a Shakespherian novelist...
Shakesphere rebirthed....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
448 · May 2015
headache, bedache
brandon nagley May 2015
Corner stopdrifters pass through thrift store buyouts, where rideouts convey nothing more than themselves. Nothing more than one's own self to manipulate court related laws, where blood written wrapped gaws separate the few.....
Terrible can be plenty, and situational flames do burn through!!! Two phone's you say for a hundred odd men? Where taxes go unpaid, your a monkey slave to bicurious amends.
Ghetto child smile, for theirs is much noticed, have we all lost our focus to get that quantam year?
Turn stains into Tear's you quartermaster head, befriender of black and red, speaker of thy dead, how georgiously enticing life can be if you choose it soo!!!!
Have you lost your blessed sight? Does your smell let you know? Can we grow when thine sun don't shine? When water turns to wine we end up at a crossroad!!!

A barrier of misinterpretation/......
brandon nagley May 2015
God,
Have mercy upon the extortionist's,
The distortionists are all *******,
Some dead,
None life-like!!!!

Fighters draw blood through their ****** syringe,
Through hateful revenge,
Their devils in tattooed disguise!!

Some wearies of pain,
Others forth along for thine ride!!!!

Im not meant for such desire of madness,
All attire vamped out mapped by state,
Some come early and some come late!!

To the gates of hell and back that is.....

I'm sick of hiding behind the cache ,
Behind the decanter of who we really are!!!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Static amare,
Wherein art thou?
To sticketh around and careth.....

Staunch lover,
For wherein art thou?
To loveth me? And not another......

Singular saccharine,
For wherein art thou?
To giveth realism, not just a dream....

Resolute angel,
For wherein art thou?
For in ourn own web of amour', to get tangled!!!

Requisite yearning's,
Shalt thou cometh?
Mine soul is burning..... .

Profound all,
Shalt thou ever arriveth after all??

Genre of seraphim,
Dost thou heareth me?
To be as me to be open and not hush, hush, Mum!!!!

Genteel chronic,

I needeth catharsis,
As assuaging of antibiotic!!!!

Merger marriage,
Thy scarcity is much
Yet still the purest touch
I reacheth mine hand's for....
Immutable I wanteth thee,
Though tis,
There art none....

So I retract as I bleedeth....
For noone just good writing ():
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I heard a man whimpering to another woman
Saying
(Mine wife hast left me)
I dont know why(he said)

Well advice for thou dear sir,

Maby if thou took the time to treat thy wife as a queen
And not a slave
And material for thou to control

Well
She might still be here

Instead thyself forgot her
Didst not listen to her
Only heard her
Didn't give her thy time
Made her a footstool
Hid thy love for her in a moribund tomb
Locked thy amour in a room

And thou asketh
Why didst she leave?

Remember she's a queen dear sir
And not thy possession to keep on some shelf!!!

Let her be free
Let her fly
To be her queens self!!
brandon nagley May 2015
I met a girl,
As the whole time I was trying to show her the way to heaven!!!
She laughed soo eagerly with a sapphire for a smile,

At the quick flashed moment,
I had realized,

I was standing at heavens entranceway all along!!!!!
448 · Jul 2015
Dying breed, yet not to me
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She's a dying breed
Though
She's not dying to me
Seeith,
Me and her art unearthly
Flapping winged arms to ourn plume's to the moon,
Spiritually aware
With eachother in tune
For she is me
We art free
To cometh and goeth as we choose...
Tis just what cherubs do...
I shalt put a falcon feather in her hair
To court her mine!!!!!
In a liaison affair
For taking risk's we do dare
Yet their shalt be no ghouls, goblin's nor troll's there
To ruin ourn scene!!!


©Brandon nagley ( Lonesome poet's poetry)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
See others meet their soul mate's whilst their one life they liveth on earth,
Me and mine soulmate met long ago ages not on man's Richter scale,
But in a past life,
Wherein time doesn't keep itself...
brandon nagley May 2015
Architect of mine brawn,
Bird to mine songs,
Your weight is heavied and I feel its tax!!!!

Your broken,
Unrelaxed,
As I wish to giveth thou azure!!!

Your posterior is defective,
Your fingers are worn,
Soo many dishes hath thou wiped,
Cleaned,
Gleamed!!!

No excite!!!

Mother,
Thine vitality has given me new meanings,
Your a fowl of the unseaming,
A sire of mine own beautitude!!!

Soo lost to thy worlds hatred,
Soo much love and  gratitude!!!

You'd bequeath your animation to me as I you!!!!

Mother,
Homage so true!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Human romance
Interweb connection; dreamy
The words I loveth thee.

Angelic romance
Meeting one in person; realism
Taking plane or train, making it happen.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Picturesque perfect airfall!
Shines beauty between greeneries rebirth,
A torch or a curse,
Do we relight new tablets?
For they were here once already!!!
Dying and steady the piano keys stroke!!
Outdated, unveiled, uncloaked,
I'm fresh as the molecules I take in!!!
A representation of sin,
I play unwillingly.
The kneeling beings are approached about the throne,
Where heavens mine home,
For where is thine own young panderer?
Star wanderer of unknown distortion!!!
An old age misfortune has vexed thy crazed,
Enchanters!!!
For ive seen thy lanterns,
Now I must be guided!!!
Where thine guests are not invited,
But given all grace freely...

Wilt thou collect thine ruby onshore?
Peaceful galore...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
In death's dark tunnel
When one's spirit passeth through their faded brawn,
There when making it to that dusk black hole,
There art naf's who Bob carelessly
To the overcàst of what is
Not what was.......
They just are!!!!

They linger as string's being held by God. .
But see,
This blackness is comfortable to them...
Though some refuseth to moveth on knowing their destination....
Other's move ahead to the glory throne.....
Though the ones in the in-between,

Just like being...
They just are......
A comfortable darkness.......
Held on God's string's........
For you who don't know a naf is a soul other words in Arabic tongue or can mean a being or even self... This means soul here ():
446 · Jul 2015
Charitable poor man
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Anyone canst be some famous rich man,
Though canst thou be a charitable poor man?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
445 · Jun 2015
Sweet wine dialect
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Just to heareth her dialect
One last time
Wouldst be as if I was drunken
On homemade sweet wine....
brandon nagley May 2015
.I've seen many foretold stories. Some chapters closed, some still open!!! Unheard, and outspoken I marvel the tinkeries ahead! A crown of thorns on this head!!!!

I feeleth it all coming to its haulting stop, wherein this nothing wilt be naught and yea will be nea. Live for tomorrow, die today said musicians who get payed for sympathy...

Mourn me and miss me, thou haveth thy day long chance. For I'll be at the dance swaying positively in manic mode!

A foolish happy soul!!!!

Hahaha I'll Trip across mine own feet, I'll loosen these teeth and bite into farland fruits!!! Bare feet smashing Rebirth's roots! For all come back unnaturally....
445 · Aug 2015
We shalt endureth mine love
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Thou hath uplifted me
Thou hath lit mine path;
Darkness topple's me
Thine light is mine other half.

ii.

thou art mine cherub
Mine serpahim;
Thou art mine angel
Mine cheribum.

iii.

Thou hath given me life
Before, I was dead and gone;
A brilliance of the curtain Sky's
Now I singeth joyous song's.

iv.

And in mine right and wrong's
Thou hath always forgiven me;
I couldn't ask, for a better lass
One whom set's me free.

v.

I kneweth this long ago
I saweth it in mine and thine's word's;
That we wouldst be truest soulmate's
Forever to endure.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane/Reyna dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thy own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking your other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations/...
This is an old lonesome poem
444 · May 2015
novocaine salviva
brandon nagley May 2015
I want her to shoot me,
   With her novocaine saliva,
             Her tounge as the needle,
                   To kiss me passionately as the doctor that I seek...
444 · May 2015
Prisoner's greetings
brandon nagley May 2015
This palace is not meant for boys, no place for toys where thy young and free minded may roam!!
Just anger stacked upon years, dream turned to fears,
Where thy counties finest are booked into every room.
No hotel mantra here,
Just walkways ,
No grass to be stepped upon!!!
All windows to be looked out on rainy and Sunshine's missed days!!!
Open thine eyes young inmate soldier,
You might misseth the marijuana extorted haze!!!!

Drug infested ways at its final content,
All stories told,
Some middle aged,
Young and old,
All money talks to pay thy hellish rent!!!

Murderees seemeth to smile here,
Sometimes even a grin!
Laughter still goes far beyond these white laced bars ,
Now its you who pays for sin!!!!

Grey boxes to keep thy finest of goods,
Nightsticks to giveth you good beatings on every corner,
Some fools get aroused, while others cry misunderstood!!!!

Surely medicate thineself here all you will,
Dining will delute you,
The speech here will pollute you,
From your own self ,
Thou might be killed!!!

Self will,

Doth thy have it old time crook?

No watery brooks awaiting us for now,


Freedom is there , I smell it!!
I taste its share,
We all will strive to fight this government stained beast!!!!

We will be free!!!!
We will once again be free...........
444 · May 2015
propitious one..
brandon nagley May 2015
I choose one man hath not marked, a
Prolific being in attire,
A woman of fire and dying spirit,
As me I request!!!

No stricture must I needeth,
Just one that speaketh of ages own wisdom,
A memorandum in finer detail!
Imprisoned in daisies and ale!!!!

A conundrum prize I want to unravel,
As she figures out mine best parts,
Ourn surgeon's to place our hearts,
Side by side in sterile concentration!!!

Nothing disinterested, just mavericks of axiom lax,
Where are bones make maps to lead us to the undiscovered!!!
A father to make a mother,
With child doest I seek!!!

For can I only speak?
For me that is...

Hopeless romantic art thou dead?
To the world's devilish charm,
For you've been tractable Soo far,
Yet nothing's changed!!!

Break mine chains,
Fecund capricious,
I'll accolade thy nitches,
As a seal of promise would I splendor!!!

I do not wanteth one to brook me,
But to shake me to this lowly downed core,
To feel her in every pour,
As erudites we shall shape shift!!!!

Evanescent I've found is reality!!!!
444 · Jun 2015
Pinot tasty
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Loneliness I do not know,
At least when thou art close
Thy pain I feel as I take it to,
Mine ardor of pinot toast!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Down into the alley
Wherein the fatal and despairing art found

Cheapened wine broken
Syringes decorating the ground...

And the juice from those syringes
Cometh by the pound...

Down on old cherry street
And Jefferson avenue....

Wherein the ******'s shooteth up quick
And fast deals cometh by spit,

In a place of demon's and fools!!!!

Downtown in the juncture of thing's
Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling.....

Many gangs to ruin
Many false lovers to fail.

They taketh life by the gun
Payeth no taxes, but the jail's...

Lost to the world
Wordly indeed ...

Mother's missing her child
25 to life, to sixteen.....

As the cop's art just like those villain's
Doing unnatural thing's.....

Buying bags themselves
Sell it for a profitable dream.....

Everyone's out to **** one
Everyone's out for the take

Whilst the murderer's ****
The paper speaketh of everyday ****...

No country to them,
Their city delight's......

Loud music they implore
On dark summer nights...

Wilt they smile today at thee?
Or greet thou with a ****?

Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections
To give thee a thrill?

This is metropolitan living's
Wherein all doth fail....

Hold thy signs up and protest
Thou just maketh thy own hell....

For if there is no change in thine own heart's
How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart......

So maketh connection to God,
And throw away thy past....

Later wilt cometh
And thy death bed shalt last...

So loveth thy neighbor
Forgiveth thy last...

And look into the mirror in front of thee....

For the mirror is them,
For the mirror is thee that thou seeith...

If thou seeketh change
Thou must find it in thine soul......
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