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401 · Jun 2015
Consortium wed...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Consortium we shalt maketh
Under the moon she shalt taketh
Mine hand in wedlock amalgamation....
401 · May 2015
marina visitation
brandon nagley May 2015
Today I went past mine old childhood school,
Where thine rules weren't cruel,
But only to educate ones senses,

Yet at a childhood thought,
What can one truly learn?

I passed many turns as old homes had new color,
It seemed strange,

For at that moment ,
I remembered again!!
I remembered I felt trap,
Beyond meakest of words,
Mine screams unheard !


As I remembered looking out the chariot window,
The darkmist sky's overhead,
I felt so dead in this human vessel called thus body,
I had no nerve medication to call me,

But realism blasted me as a clot to thine head,
Was I already dead?
Or remembering a past life?
Where everything felt right,

Not in physicality form!!!!

Mine breathe was torn,

The chariot moved past old bushes and trees that still linger,
For they've been there longer than me,
To thine village misery
Of household citation and diversion!
Pure/intermission had balanced me!!!

At that moment was mine own mother on the left,
I felt in mine chest,
A spirit ready to break from his prisontary hold,

For like a movie I felt mine soul staring out these church stained windows we call eyes,
An thus during that ride everything seemed to be as in dying

As our creator replays your life before you!!!

I knew inside I had more capability,
In spirit form than mine flesh,
I wanted caress but only felt a sting!!!

No heaven here,
No queen,
Just philosophies man made in image,

I saw ghettos today,
Liquor stores to every corner!
A mortuary called thy hospital!
We all pay a visit to!!!

I saw windows with rooms,
In those rooms with sickly people,
In their place a quiet church steeple ,
Where all shall confess!

I felt mine nest was not here, or anywhere humanly,
I remembered,

I was born for something else,
For doth this soul melt?
Until I can exit,
A life painless and restless,

I'm ready for highs not made by leaves,
Not induced by teas,
But natural spirituality,

In gods own image!!!

At that moment I remembered,
I was watching the world pass by,
Incased in my human coffin......
brandon nagley May 2015
These are mine last scribings poetic reader,
For here I'm teetered between the dead and hopeless romance,
Thy hopeless romance I hath not found on this journey here,
This place you call earth!!!
For I will be Rebirthed,
Not cursed ,
I'll have wings now you know!!!!
Ill be in a show with a million opera status angels!!!
Where the love overfloweth, and thine cup won't runneth dry!!!!

These are mine goodbyes poetic reader of mine words!!!

PS: don't forget to love one another,
For love is the gift god gave us!!
Don't destroy it as thou doeth to thy selves!!!
Brother,
Treat your sister with compassion,
Sister giveth all time rations to mother and dad!!!
Be grateful for thy things you still have,

As for me ,
Well,

Im off to that great gig in the sky,
Wherein hopeless romance wilt be none more!!!!
But all will love me for me,
And seek me out as well!!!

That's the greatest tale!!!

Write prophecies with thine tounge oh prophetic poetics!!!!!

For fly now I will....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I seeketh that vehement hospitality
Nothing shy
All open
With one proud to be

I'm sick of dreams
I'm sick of screams
Like a baby with no milk

I seeketh one
For this blood to be spilt
And her to pump this broke choked heart

No jokes
No farce

No remorse
No darts


Crumbling
Mine brain is swelled by clotted destruction
I canst function

Sick and disgusted by these wanting's of hands to stroke mine face
A separate place

Wherein no man doth enter
Wherein me and her are the center

Of ourn own universe!!!
400 · May 2015
countenance soo bright
brandon nagley May 2015
His face shines as the sun,
The moon reflects his eyes,
His hair white as wool,
3 garments portray this spiritual guru.....
His love flows in and out of you, twain to yours....

God, overtakes your darkest of fears....

Draw near!
399 · Jul 2015
perfume amour
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I shalt one day be comforted
Tucked into one's fashionable abode
Me and her cuddled
Like a lamplight to ourn moon....

Two children on plateau
Fancying ourn style's
Heavenly creature's to golden mile
Making sweet perfume from ourn amour'
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Even in the mist of those who hate
I shalt showeth love
And forgiveth their way's...

Even in the mist of those who canst loveth
I shalt move on
I'm blessed as tis its heaven I wanteth....

Even in the fog of those who shalt not believeth
I knoweth who I am
It's their own selves they deceiveth

Even in the dark wherein these lost souls linger
Mine soul is the light
The pinpoint of God by streamers.....

Even in all of mine crucifixions by many
They put holes in mine hand's
And a crown of Thorn's on mine head ......

One problem friend,
I'm already dead.........

Spiritually alive!!!!!

The true light....
398 · Jul 2015
going forward
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Behemoth's seem to weareth white robed apparel these day's
They giveth thee a gaze
And layeth in their own deceit,
Spreading their feet laxed to the hurt they causeth other's....
Monster's hateth light
Even one another.....
Yet I shalt bypass these fiery trials
Wherein it shalt taketh many miles
But passing through the fire furnace
I shalt be sparkling luminescent on the other side
I feeleth high from
This happiness that hit's,
For those that hit and miss
Sorry for thy loss
But mine soul's a glimmer
Of what thy jealousy hast lost....
I am being raised
To the cumulus elixer
Feeling good now
I'm free to go forward....
Not for noone just saying moving ahead looking to brighter days
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She had a shovel to uncover me,
I seeketh her tantalizing lips to smother me..
In dinelime butter,
And a glass of wine with goblet bread!!!
Her hair as a crown to wrap mine head!!
397 · Jul 2015
New meaning to life
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She giveth me a new meaning to life
Everytime she sayeth she loveth me...






©By Brandon nagley-Lonesome poet's poetry...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The physician madeth me aware
I haveth one year or less to liveth
I toldeth him tell mi amour' I loveth her
And ask her for all mine pains canst she forgiveth?
Telleth mi amare I'll be waiting in the 9th row booth
Wherein serpahim art chaperone's
And ourn name's shalt be engraved on heavenly elephant tusks pew's...
Please telleth her not to walketh past me
For she just must remember mine garb shalt be clarion crystal.
She won't see none more sadness in me
She shalt be there next to me
In spiritual nestle!!!
Telleth mi amour' doc
I shalt be in waiting mode
For telleth her soon the world's ending
I shalt be there to protect her soul....
Just beautiful made up poem ():
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Supernaturally,
                           I shalt leave mine body
Tis,
     Its far past due...

Tis,
      A simple adieu!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
It angers me to seeith
This governmental man-made rain everyday
I want the sun to cometh out
Man, man,go away...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPk0mKVnnCs
Wake up America and world. You think this is natural weather change and quote climate change as the false popes pushing false... Maby u need to awake to harp program created by the USA.,. They can change weather they have poles in Alaska that shapes and shifts the northern lights... It can create rain, storms, and flood and fires places it shouldn't be... Take a look around u what's going on eh friend,.. The government and bilderburgs well kñown secret society planned this long ago to reduce the population. There's even a plaque In Georgia that reads the population they plan to deduce down to I believe 500 million which will happen with war soo on anyways... Look up harp program on YouTube!!! Realize your weather isn't right!!! This isn't climate change ... Some claim it to be ¡!!nonsense. Harps a real governing control from our government with pics of their poles up in Alaska that can make weather destroy our planet... It's called population control!! Wake up. This isn't July! I've had rain in Ohio that's already rainy anyways! But not in June and July. We're flooded here.., wake to what's happening america and world.... This isn't climate change .. Don't believe me see the facts!!! Many people like me who know truth!!awake!!!! Also look up harp program messing with sky's on YouTube... Something you might wanna see.. Thanks. If you have no good comment and think I'm some nut your loss. Please don't write nothiñg. God bless.
395 · Aug 2015
Us and them
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I yearn for amour'
One like john and Yoko;
Forgetting the world
Around us....................


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
395 · Jun 2015
actors
brandon nagley Jun 2015
An actor canst act upon a stage in some actor's studio,
But they should put aside their script
Once they get home..
395 · Jun 2015
Jambling rambling!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Like a rabid beast I need unchained, ive been a textured slave for many a years,
Built into the drainpipe of society,
Gathering fears,
Like a snake I slither the uncut grass,
Where thy brain is cut in half seeking thy other half!!!
Pounded unsensational headache errupts,
As the world stays currupt,
I gather Intel of governmental verse
A pharoah church to marry a queen I do want,
No falsehood nor stunts,
But realism, in movie theater form!!!
I want to be reborn in her atmospheric charisma!!!
Mi amour' , she of far shores
Take me home to whence I came!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Man asks the question,
Why hast everything been lost to history?
It's not  lost dearest friend
It's hidden by man,
Or kept secret by God
Until the right moment...
394 · May 2015
whispering cricket
brandon nagley May 2015
Oh tiny cricket!!!
I as you chirp to thy moaning nights,
I see thy moons light,
Half lit in essence age!!

An old friend indeed,
The sun lights its way!!!

You hideth as me little cricket, between thy shoal barley,
Where creatures do scurry and folly to their own miserable houses!!!

No lovers,
No spouses!!!!

As me littlest of crickets you dance thy own tune?
Doth thou sing the blues?
For verily I am a fan!!
Thou egnigmatic strand!!

Doth thou play in a band?
As the others trot step?
Canst you show me thy moves,
Where alls mellow, alls cool in our own virtuoso we shall Concord!!!

Bewitching hours are pure,
As thine brutes scowl the garbage,
Yet what if I was them?
Or them being me?
Two formations to get a second glimpse!!!!

Maby if I was one of them, than one could case me,
Not deface nor debase me,
Yet poise me to celestial level!!!

No unbroken promises to scribble,
None to judge or disregard mines affections,

Just two hands holding two signs ------------------------- pointing one direction...
brandon nagley Sep 2015
ⓘ.

Eⓐⓡⓛ
Jⓐⓝⓔ
Nⓐⓖⓛⓔⓨ.

ⓘⓘ.

Hⓞⓟⓔ
Lⓘⓕⓔ
Lⓞⓥⓔ.

ⓘⓘⓘ.

Eⓐⓡⓛ
Jⓐⓝⓔ
Nⓐⓖⓛⓔⓨ.

ⓘⓥ.

Hⓔⓐ­ⓡⓣ
Sⓞⓤⓛ
Mⓘⓝⓔ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓ.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
394 · Jun 2015
Spanish feather
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A feather fell
From mine Spanish amare's wing
I attached it to mine back
Now I canst fly like mine queen!!!
392 · Jun 2015
Flesh,blood, and bones
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The world just seeith
Flesh
Blood
And bones
As ones being appearance

Tis,
I seeith ones soul on the inside..
Unlike the rest of thy world!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Pharmacare insurance breakers,
Batteries to light incensed toiletries,
Smell the man next to thou,
That's thine night scented laboratory!

Light flickers to non electrical chords,
Shufflers to peddlers,
The hoarders and robbers art felonious skirds!!!

Long/night lonesomeness for thy journeys a shallow hell!
Two unknowns to a cell,
How compassionate thou are not!!!

Steal what thou has,
Forget what thou has got....
Turmoiled,
Soiled crook!!!!!

Study the firm release junk.

Tired eyed pest,
You seek the streets,
You concludeth the best!!!!

For little is better, yet is better than big in thus shoe in?
No win on win to matcheth catchy amend!!!

Scared yet?

Holiday hussies,
Mix matched fussy!!!
You complain for now....

Thou art broken and poor, hath thy infallibility lost to thine loser next to your own score?

Pathetic patriot who stands next to a country who steals your time,
They trade it,
They display it,
On shores of emegri kind.
What a mongrel of mankind!!!!!
392 · Jul 2015
Flambeau donjon
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Thither the flambeau donjon
In the somber of the dim,
I shalt plaster mine heart on mine sleeve
Hoping someone shalt let me in.
For tis I'm not the rest
I've lived a life of sin's,
Though I'm a hopeless romantic at his best;
I'm one to loveth until the end.
As guffaw I shalt do
As one wilt maketh me laugh,
Underneath the universal life-lamp
Glowing steadily in Shakespearian bask.
And if noone canst seeith the amour that I do bring
I shalt continue on, in a manner so unearthly.
None recompense needed, for she shalt not hurt mine being
Mine kisses shalt delighteth her, in the finer of life's thing's.
And when the bee's stingeth me, with their tiny stinger's,
Mine lover shalt kisseth on the wound, as mine heart wilt groweth bigger.
As a dinner and fine date;
Me and her shalt rest to candlewax figure shadows,
The shadow's being ourn own on the moonlit ceiling
Like two loving little rascal's....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
392 · May 2015
sickly tiring
brandon nagley May 2015
Have you ever gazed into nothingness?
Where even something can be thy bliss?
For that I know, I want it gone!!
For its this I won't miss!!!!

Have you ever swallowed thine own tounge, as your search turns to dung, as a rope you want to lash around thine neck.
When that murderer lonesomeness storms in!!!
For I seek no revenge!!

Is it soo hard to asketh thineself lord? For a misty like apparition?
I'm sick of provision and clowns that bypass me!!
They cheat me,
They mock me!!!!

I'm sickly tiring ready to throw in the Pennie I have left...
For I'm sick of this mess, for I'm even sick of me...
Dying disease,

On that never ending search!

Yet that search is about to come to a halting gallop!!

For I throw in that rusted Pennie into thy wishing well of hopeless romantics....
392 · Jun 2015
moribund livings.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I canst stand this wretched hell called home no more, tis this place that shalt be mine death. For what shalt i haveth left? When the grotesque night walkers **** out mine last of all energies. Tasting blood again, past sin turned misery! Easily spoken for a pastor to say he knoweth demons. Hellion of teething bandits unearthed from hades. Sadistic babies. Continuous madmen of killers delight. For maby ill take a flight wherein those varmint  canst scratch nor bite. Where all is right. And repleneshing wilt come by gods own fiery sword. A place of highest compassion, shrined amour'. No earthmade door. No grocery stores to search whats all needed. Just pureness wherein no goblins nor ghouls are hatched, maintained. Nor breeded!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She's mine
Home
Abode
Crib
Den
Condo
Beau
View
Co-op
Castle top
Mansion
Shack of love
Flying dove
Angelic being
Diety queen
Fashion dream
Everything
Espousal ring
King and queen
I dont want to her leave
For I needeth mine soul
Just tout me openly
Grace me temptingly
Embrace me charmingly
Not being afraid to show affections
Thou art mine home
Thou art mine only
Direction
Whilst I weep
I wonder?
When wilt she go all in
Mine amour?
Mine queen?
Mine passion
Mine all
Mine dream
Mine only
I guess I must wait,
Than wait I wilt

This vessels bloods spilt!!!
392 · Aug 2015
Holy grace....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.

The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.

Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.

Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Just good story writing not meant for noone
391 · Jun 2015
I know i bet
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She raptures me, captured me to a state of euphoria. She's mi amour', not thy average love story, a Spanish bred angel with a peasant like me!!!
See,
She turned me into the happiest man
One who shalt not care of others
She giveth me life instead
And in mine head
Wow!
Shalt thou really want to know mine thoughts
She paved me by kisses
This soul is hers and bought
She treats me endearing
She leaves her window open at night
That mine soul can sneak in
Whenever she goes through fright
See,
Ourn stories just beginning
Soo don't ask to many questions yet
But I put all me loot on her
She'll marry me I bet !!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
mientras encerrado en celda de aislamiento mío, un serafín vino y me salvó, del infierno de barro mío, y mientras ella me salvó, y me sacó del pozo de la mina ..... me di cuenta de que estaba allí todo el tiempo ... como su Quedo a la espera para mí venir conseguir ...
( Spanish tongue)

(English tongue)

Whilst locked away,in mine isolation cell, a seraphim came and saved me, from mine miry hell, and whilst she saved me, and pulled me from mine pit..... I realized she was there all along... as her I await for me to come get...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If she'd only would knoweth
Ill be here all along
I just seeketh all of her
Not hidden love song's

I'll always loveth mine amare
The one of mine life
Yet how canst I be with her
If she canst call nor write

It hurts me deeply
This is what she chose
I'll forever be in waiting
For mine queen who stays so closed

For I just wanted the world to see us
So others would knoweth she's mine
I'll forever be in recess
For mine amour of all time!!

);;;;;
Depressed love amourofmine
391 · Jun 2015
None
391 · May 2015
throw around, throw away
brandon nagley May 2015
Many throw the word love around as if it's just another daily pill to swallow,
Though no pill can fulfill thy inner most part of thine soul,
And its that love that I partition!!!!!
390 · May 2015
carteblanche
brandon nagley May 2015
Cateblanche- by me///   Chandelier doll, chaos Victorian, acting as if unaffected! Your syndrome's effected, unbuttoned for others to snap back on. Your hearts in a reservoir, kept tidy, undeciding on what and whom a queen shall choose, gain all, destroy much for it's only you who can lose!
Your jargon words are contracts to enemies. Your sentimental values displayed on men's caves, flaunt your sockets as if rockets take you gliding across bedrock moon! No newspapers no news......
Your cradles been spun, Hysteria's begun since all have left you emptied.. I will meet you at the old time reception, where dinners are feasts! Zephyr's so gentle, so free!!! What's to stop you from menacing innocent schoolers on their way home?
Varieties, there's many. Yet few have life defying glow...
Passover waits for your robust shine, where love is all plentiful, please lover let me not fall behind!!!!

Moonshine........


Ps- sorry all its suppose to be carte Blanche for title ! But before Me poem I accidently put cateblanche lol wrong spelling! Stupid tablet haha!!! ();
389 · Jun 2015
Hot to trot!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We got lost in the sweltered heat,
And yes
We made the best out of it!!
389 · Jul 2015
1 John 4:18
brandon nagley Jul 2015
1john 4:18- There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
This is a hard thing for all of us especially me with trials I deal with.. Though when I think God has been with me all along.. Even when I loose mine own path or self .. He always gives perfect love and casts fears away in the end .. Same goes with relationship wise more you learn a person and love them more fear leaves... Unless others give you reason to fear lol or you could just be over worrying like I do alot lol
389 · Jun 2015
Friday night debackle
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Friday night,
Tis,
     How I hate thy lonesomeness!!!
389 · May 2015
mochaic of virus....
brandon nagley May 2015
False breed's come as incense breather's between lively instrumentals. Macrogram plaza's to abrahamic venues. Callers call upon themselves to save what is not theirs!!

Morning breathe to winter dew, have you been born yet? Is the baby yet due?

Constant pains to loss taken gains make brains and vein's out of organically made flesh...

Become thine own creator you creed of selfishness! anchor heavy soul dragged away by chains of past forget-nots, where the ground stays hot to ruin moronic window's! Make your bed out of silvered springs, your own rustic medieval pillow.

You grand ol' operatetic theme, you patriarch to a dream, our day's are but a whisp of seconds last!!!!

Things have come to the listening one, the earth's spinning to fast!!!...... The mechanism's now begun.....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
"Stand By Me"

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by
Need one to stand by me /: words and song is a cryer to me... Tear jerker lol stupid tears eh lol (): ():::::::::
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Longing,
Knocketh on mine ventricle door;
Saying,
Wherein art thou?
Mine amour.
Wherein art thou?
Mine home
Mine abode,
Wherein art thou?

Tis,
      I don't knoweth
Sadly,
           I do not knoweth.....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Hoping to find one to love me in other words,....
388 · Jan 2016
Thou shalt alway's be
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

O' Filipino
Rose, thou
Shalt alway's
Be, the petal
To mine soul.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The only time wherein everybody wilt loveth us;
Ourn own funeral.







©facebook quote
387 · May 2015
dont know as to say poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Differentiation limits phone time credits,
Toned line Pennant's!!

Conversation's with god are slight different to thy normal ear,
Intercedence of masculine loving tears!!!!

Purveyor's forevermore drape over thine own places,
Thy present realities thy past,
Yet put on with children's face's!!!

Still you were bred to illusionistic supplications,
Wherein the engaged stay the same!!

No changing shall appear!!!!
387 · Jun 2015
Maby im dying....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maby mine pants art to tight
Mine veins art getting weak
Maby mine shirt's to polite
Mine heart inside it flip flop beat's
Maby today's mine last swiff of air
Shalt anyone seeith?
Tis as it is right now
I feeleth sick
I can't breathe.....
387 · Jun 2015
Poets cage
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We're all just freaks on display...
In a poetry cage!!!
386 · Jul 2015
Trollbit's
brandon nagley Jul 2015
What doth one get
Mixing a troll
And a hobbit?

A TROLLBIT!!!!!
This isn't meant to cut noone down lol its just cute nonsense lol don't mind me
385 · Jun 2015
Not a yolkly dolkely egg
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She wasn't hatched from some yolkish egg,
I saweth her in a past time at birth
Created by God and Spain...
384 · Jul 2015
May 28th 2015,
brandon nagley Jul 2015
How canst I remembereth earth?
Because whenever I talk to her,
I'm in heaven....
I forgot this planet
On may 28th
2015...
On that day,

I left earth by first class flight....
384 · May 2015
websters words
brandon nagley May 2015
Stressful appetizers,
Bladed exercisers,
Sprung to cheer of wine hinted mass!!!

Catholicism's crownism with a million man army to pass!!!

Lazarus lift thine eyes_
For blazing chariots sattle their well,
No more blind dates to whom you have no idea!!!

Wilt thou still appreciate if the siding comes off?
Doth thou gaze? Whimper? Whisper? Or scoff thy intermost contentions!!!!

Neighborly love,
Hath thou been sold into madmen's slavery?

Hath thou yet come out?
Is there anymore left?

Or art thou savoring???
brandon nagley May 2015
Thou sayest that thou art free young veteran?

Well,
May I ask why thou has blood on thy gun?
And ****** on thy conscience?

Still a slave to executive bridle?

Young mercenary...

                                Thy freedom has been choked!!!
383 · Jun 2015
The in-between
brandon nagley Jun 2015
POETRY,
The gap in between thy soul
And thy unspoken words
POETRY,
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