Warmly hour's
Bring me thy sun showers,
Calmly flower's
Wrap around mine veins.....
Sway to the clouded path
Down the dark hall,
Sweet boutique renaissance
Reminisce with me,
On clouds!!!!
Shaded grey
I seeketh thee not....
I'm no slave
To the could've had,
Could've not....
I'll be me
No different,
Lover of high hope.
I'll fly the band of love,
Cavort the minstrel stage.
Pivotol of all being
Just being in the moments cave...
Not expecting
Just waiting on what is...
Loving til mine spirit bleedeth,
Hung up on bliss.
Graced by God
Committing all mineself
Giveth all to other's.......
Tis,
No seeking back the help...
For I'm guided by the soul
It taketh me many places
Showeth me different era's
Wherein I shalt meet a thousand faces...

I'm existing,
Yet not living,
I'm resisting,
                     Due to the despair of being hurt!
I'm restless
Panic disorder
I have a wish list
                     Yet only seek a queen of other borders
I'm lonesome
I'm miry
I'm ghostsome
                     A hopeless romantic who still hast hope!
Such a paradox eh?

I'm searching
Yet needeth one close
A phone call even
                     A loving host!!

I'm young
I'm oldened in time
I'm relic,
                    (Hopeless romantic) reads as mine sign!!
                                                  Route "9"

Deletionsssss

Poetry
Is what mine soul speaketh to thee
When it want's one to listen...

I seeith the ember's
Over the affluent man's head,
They hideth their treasure's
Underneath their Bunker's and beds...
Feeling alive
Their soon to be dead
I'll be in the cloud's
The widow's and hungry need fed.
Let the planet be filled
With its own spit
They've forgotten love
And it's themselves they forget...
Putting time into money
And money into time
Locking innocent's in jail
Whilst doing evil crimes
The time hath come
The red doth run
No more laughter
And no more fun...
The rioter's loot
The anarchist's gun....
The bomb's shalt explore
Their minds to implode
Wherein the devils will falter
And the veil wilt collapse
No media attendees
Wilt giveth their stash
All to be hidden
Though opened by all
Their secret's revealed
In a holy flaw

I seeketh one to seal mine labium with her succulent salt,
To locketh me tight in her vault,
And to throw away our key,

On mine knee's ,
I canvass to find one!!!!

Two to have children of many!!

For every word that I'm writing now
Another person is taking their last breathe;
And thou canst loveth and giveth, and forgiveth thy
Brother's, sister's, and Lover's?
Thinkest of that.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i

I seeketh one, to not showeth me amour in parable's
I seeketh not one, to maketh me feeleth as if some variable;
I needeth one to behold me, forthwith in her humbled eye's
I needeth one whosever, mayest showeth me reality before I die.

ii

I hopeth anon, she shalt be here to hold this trembling hand
None tare's in mine romantic view, only a queen diamond glued;
Hither she'll cometh, and fall upon me into mine worried chest
I want to feeleth her head, upon mine pillow and bed, with rest.

iii

Thence to haveth a best friend, with a angel ring upon her finger
We'll sing and dance, sweet romance, whereupon our dinner;
Victuals of finest respect, fruit glassed to meet ourn fast needs
For a dove to landeth upon ourn rooftop, wherein serpahim sing.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

pickaway palace where the bars are cold, demons turned to lose souls where marvelance is blasphemy to some, some play pretty some stay dumbed to mind altering things, what a day when the young boys play in the attire of dark curddled stings.. wheres the love where the stream's flow polite, where day turns to night i havent no more clues.. one for one two for two what a dream to be alive me young friend.....

When one canst maketh us feeleth like we art a young boy or girl again,
We knoweth they art the one's who we want to be with in the end!!!

Where shalt there be one in mine time of sorrow?
A new day tomorrow,
And a night of affectionate cuddling!!!!

Tis,
Its in these warm days
That I need warm grace
And a warm face to dilute me to her liking!!

Tis,
Its in these hours
That I seek a flower
One of attire and scent of god!!

Tis,
I'm lost and mobbed!!

Tis,
In this weary room
Ive layed mine tomb
Blackened doom has sealed mine tenure!!

Tis,
Shalt it get better?
If so queen speak up!!

Wherever thou art!!!

Tis,
When I'm sore for one to rub me
For her to plum me
In her jar of temptation!!!
******* explosion to sensation!!

Tis,
When we get hungry
To coalesce
No anger
Nor solid stress

Just bright nakedness!!!

Domicile letters,
                              Written in blood,
Sent by heart shaped box,
                                             Significant others,
Bodies are smothered,
                                          In kisses and seducing talk

Mother nature bury me in
Hideth me wherein noones in
Scented by too many wins
To many sins
To count the days

Slaves to shackled tambourines
Shatty and Mrs of smitherine
Smothering
And blubbering

Dying to new day edge

They've lost their heads
Their cruel and real
European hosts
Of danger steel
High on mushrooms
Poppy deals
cometh and forth
Between the wheel!!!

Ambrosial
None
None to be found
Wherein skeletons
Maketh delightful sounds
Their feet do touch
And clad the ground
Where monsters
And clowns
Art all around!!

Missing mi amour'
Is like a harsh death
Second by second!!!
Loosing mine breathe

Truth,

As the saying goes
Whenever one wants to blame us
They always point their finger at us,

Yet whilst pointing it.....

There's always four fingers pointing back at them!!!

Free birds aren't meant to be caged
Their freebirds,
They deserveth to fly...

When the puff adder bites will you cut off its tail? Will you be like all the rest nothing good left, surely you werent born to fail, capsules of medicine as the medicine man draws in, he helps your lovers, desires of others, hes the cure to all your kin, Babylonian carpets of rainbow colors reak, you naked you dumbfounded your bright dress surely wreaks, Tellers, bookmen, warfarers of false gods, you lie around plant your feet to the ground flying in alien pods...Quazors of disaster, beautiful moanings the morning after, have you taken your pill? You ready to be meadly your words silent to ****, I youthfully walk lonesomely to earth creatures, all murderers all have animal like features, morphine drips are rivers red, cinnamon musks to elephant tusks the ancients arent yet fed....(listen) by meself

When Mi amour'
Gets on H.P
The darkness dissipates.........



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

I seeketh to be that blood that drips from her pores,
I seeketh to be the sweat that clings to her..

For amour'

For mine smoldering breathe upon her neck
Shalt melt her
Down to limb's
To feel as glue
Stuck onto mine sinew,
In hot
Sweated
Frustration's!!!!

Blood cometh out as perspiration,
When needing one so badly.....  
But see,
I just don't needeth
I wanteth to......
And canst haveth one without the other....

Nothing

In ourn own rein we shalt dance **** as tiny innocents,
In ourn own fame we'll make one another famous,

In ourn own heads we shalt fantasize of one another,
In ourn own homestead we shalt dive the rainbow Spector!!!

In ourn own way,
                                We won't care what the world may think!!!

Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

[6 times, fade the 6th:]
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity

For yes,
Do I know that man canst save a mans soul,
Only our created offers salvation!!!

Yet,

I seeketh a woman,
A queen,
A cache to emancipate me!!!!

A nectar drip from the tree of life!!!

Whilst leaving the store
On the way home
Seeing stratus amuse me
And cumulus to fill the air

Passing down long country roads
BAM!!!
It smacked me as I saw all the little houses passing by
I realized at that time
How enclosed the world hast become
The tiny houses every five feet
Windows locked
Doors discrete
I realized in sadness
The world's isolated from another
Tuned into their own selves
Yet tuned outta society!!!
As the native yes had homes
They had t.p.s
Yet the native peoples were out in the open outside
With their kin
Sons
Daughters
Husband's
Wives
Mothers
Friends
They weren't locked behind walls of mortar and brick mansions
Closing themselves off to mother earth
For such a curse
To see this sad day
Wherein everyone is in solitude
Sadly displayed!!!

I stored her tears in a bottle
And drink of it
Whenever I needeth life!!!!

I don't hate the racist
I hate the racist theology,
Not the racist..

At high noon,
In the old western town
They strung me up
And let the floor down....

The charge....
Being a hopeless romantic....

Thy greatest poets
Aren't the one's who put all their money into their work's,
The greatest poets
Art the ones who art poor
With no loot
Not putting their work out there
Just writing poems in a secret notebook
For their eyes only!!!

I seeketh none cipher enigma's
Nor something that is bound
I seeketh release from mine worries
Dig mine she'll of mine ghost from the ground,

Id giveth all
Tear apart mine flesh
Giveth all mine clothes
Just to haveth the best

To feel mine premier upon her chest
And her lips upon mine neck
Like swans in in Lilly ponds
Drowned to sweet caress

An empress and emperor blessed
Between ourn twos vows
Yet still awaiteth in mine circle
To be with her somehow...

Yet words art just that
Word's tis shalt be
Yet I giveth action
Doth the rest of H.P do see?

Or only me?

When thing's seemeth to be going good
That little red horned devil
Satan;
Seemeth to findeth his way
In.........




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Bleeding,
               just let's me knoweth I'm still alive.....

Astralman,
Taketh me where thine spacejuice is rejuvenating
Wherein hopeless romantic's come out in the open
No waiting room's
No waiting
As I can be patient only soo long
Until the light burns out
I'm strange
For I do not like crowds
That brings panic and intrusion
I seeketh reality
Not a magician
Nor illusion
As mine old world seems to know,
I seeketh enlightenment
Wherein trees do grow
Where animals talk
And eagles moan
Songs of beautific mantra's
Stitched in by unknown astronomical knowledge!!

To heareth ones Buenos Dias
On just one telephone call

Shalt be heaven
In these lonliest of hours!!!

Tis
As these hours
Seem way to long!!!

Nopoem

What do you go lurking for?
Searching for?
As its something in you that you seek?
Your bones have gone weak, shh you can't speak!
The rainbows not to far off..
They laugh and scoff as we pier off the sanded banks.
To look for queens, to strife for kings.yet we irrigate all the wrong places!
Castles and poorly places are all just the same!!!
If you treat one another like a king and queen that is...
Please tell me that significant other's not just an object to you.....

Man shalt seeith a broken soul
As another ruin,
But I seeith
Soo much beauty
Lost and not found!!!

That moment
Of just waking from a nightmare
Of being told in the dream
Thou wilt dieth tonight,
I canst lieth
It feared me;
To mine core.........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Some mute their ear's
Whilst other's bludgeon their eyes
The crowd's own suicide....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.

In her arm's wilt I die...
Daily for her
Wilt I try...


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

As I took a drag of that cadaverous biri,
I lost the holy ghost
The cumulous had all left me...

Demon's maketh beasts of men
Whilst men maketh angels of demon's...
Wherein both man and demon are brute beast's
Henthforth their god they maketh deceit
The only difference between the two is.....

Man has skin for a cover
Demons haveth scales

Both rotting hellish shale!!!!

Languishing, diaphoresis immerses me, into fatal search
Hoping for a grand entrance, of a companion in mine worst;
A devotee to mine whole being, not just to mine poetic Verse
A chapel to sayeth mine deepest confession's to her, purity given.

Swaddler to mine racing pulse, I'm going into convulsion
Mine limb's tied off, the clot is forming, I'm aching for touch;
I'm dying slowly, I feeleth none there, I'm just a freak, though who shalt let me enter, into her kingdom, of dry eyes to meet?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

To clear the tears from mi amour's eye's,
I shalt maketh mineself a clown!!!!
For the world to laugh at me
And for her to giggle,
Not cry....

That feeling of the soul's desire to escape
It's fleshly prison cell.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

This tongue tied,
These eyes blind,

Waiting for one to open them!!!

Verily, verily I tell thou

Is it not funny oh h.p seeker?

How the world seeks love on earth and beyond space, in magazines, in dope, in memories of hope, in malls, and in gym's, in mansions, castles and sin!!!!

Yet,

It was right in front of them the whole time
As they wasted all those days searching

What they didst not know is it was there all along!!!

In a cage
Solitary confinement
I stareth out heartbreak hotel
I think Elvis is next to me
In this mirey hell.
I see Marilyn Monroe as well
And Anna Nicole
Their lost misfortunes
Playing at the bar ( 101) of old
They still laugh here and there
As they still canst figure their gone
As for me I'm not them
I'm just a guide spiritually hung...
I pilot them
Back to their old mansion's
I polite them
To fancies of of standup stand-ins
They loveth to heareth me sing
As I see them play and act
No more money shalt they bring
A homesick love map
A broken shack
With broken souls
Wherein mine poetry
They've made their home...