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...

Her optics,
Dark as sensual chocolate

Her skin,
Caramel melted

Her coiffure,
Cimmerian layed,

Her lips,
A poetry page,

Her tongue,
A living well

Her fun,
Thou shalt get lost to a holy grail

Her treasure,
Obscured by her fears

Her measure's
Goddess wear

Her wants
An emeer of past life

Her needs
A king of all right

Her faults,
None to me

Her perfection
Tis all I see!!!!!!

                                    And tis, all that I seeketh!!!

Trust me friend
If I wanted a poem to trend
I wouldst maketh it trend...

But I'm not a trender like the rest....

I write for me
And mi amour'
Us only...

Her interweb profile
Canst sure pulleth a man in......
And hogtie him..

Best
Part
Of
The night
When mi amour
Calleth me if only for one second!!! (;;;;'

I was an angelic anima in past life form
As tis
I still am!!!

Were just Hansel and gretel

Leaving crumbs to find ourn way back home
Into eachother's arms!!!

Nothing....

Oh Mr poe

How the alcoholic demon seduced thou,

Showing thy mind places and things thou ought not to go,

Thou left resilient novels

As Annabel Lee

The raven I'm pleased

The black cat for darkened comical gesture..

Died in thine own splendor
Of hell and the grave
Rebirthed today

If thou and me could explore
Just one chat!!

Could one imagine that?

She asked if I was a girl
She couldn't tell by the flowers in mine hair?

If I was a girl
I'd be one ugly brute...
Ha!!!!









Lol

Doth thou loveth one?
Really?
Hath thou told them that today?

I  seeketh one to NOT loveth me out of their lonesomeness
Tis I get lonesome to, but;
I seeketh one to loveth me for me, and me, her for her,
A love so true....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

“That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession!!

I tasteth that blood again,
And tis bitter
Metallic gesture

Shalt one maketh it better?

I don't just want to boweth on mine knee with a ring,
I'm a seeker of a paramour,
To giveth all mine soul!!!

A delectable demigoddess!!!!!!!

A Poet
Who's normal?
Never heard of such a thing;



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I canst lie
I misseth her to mine core
When shalt she showeth me
All of her amour'???
):

These lips are dried
I needeth spit,
These eye's are blind
From lonesomeness!!!

This skin is cold
I need ones warmth
Tis a soul
Of relic torch!!!

Mine heart is pounding
Im drenched in sweat
Their only tears
Of wanting best!!!

These pupils fatigued
Fading twins
I seeketh a beginning
That has none end!!!

The bed is emptied
No pedals layed
I'm still a fool
A lonesome slave!!!

I think I'll go to bed
Wherein every things for certain
Wherein I'll lay down mine head
Whilst drawling the deathly curtain....

What is amour? With just word's?
Tis word's canst be all powerful,
If meant, and spoken back!!!!!!
Tis,
At the same time,
Whilst one speaketh words
And no actions to those words,
One hast naught!!!!

In thy new age English term
( means nothing)!!!

Thou must haveth both
To complete elect amour'...........

Whilst the torrential rain poureth on down
I feeleth mine already lonesome and depressed soul
Like hell
Being ****** in the ground....

Adjectio of charcoal ****'s, multi personality to similar cuts, as an oak preyed and withered.
Have you passed between thine filter of goldfish alley?
Mark your tallies for the days shall become short.
Where south meets the north, you'll have revolutionaries there!!
Do not compare your goods with thy own neighbor you coveter!
For hell is down under, as you inspect the earth above...

When her smile died,
                                      I was buried right along with it!!
If only by mine death,
Shalt she smile!!!

Her dusk eyes shine at dawn,
Golden thronged!!!

As those zemi's
Sure blind me by beauty!!!!
Please queen,
Subdue me!!!!

Her zestiness
Rouses and stimulates me

As she always knows the right things to say...

His romeo sized amulet
Broke in a thousand pieces
As the queen mocked ( off with his head)
Romeo Gaveth up the spirit
And turned doppelganger of dread!!!!

The mall
                                  her place to escape
                                         Her room
                                plastered to her taste
                                         Her want's
                                  beast canst not bring
                                         Her poetry
                              Cometh out as angels sing
                                    Her consciousness
                            Filled up by her quarry moon
                          when I telleth her ( I loveth thou)
                     I just want to heareth ( I loveth thou to)


                                  By me- Brandon nagley

             gotta put name now since people copy mine poems lol

Maneurisms of one I seek so enticingly,
Shy one please,
Show me thine cold chill,
Gusto pills shall you make you jump to virtues karma!!!
Inventorama!!!
Clink your tired ankles where mine do rest,
For does no mean yes in this world they call planet?
Abandonment!!!!
That I don't need,
Just two troths to one sneeze,
In a magazine we shall be posted!

Machinations are many beneathe thy roof,
Plateaus are made as booths, as false prophets speak slick game!!
Magnate untamed...

I want to manifest as ourn own coffee,
Lover not heard,
To match ourn own herbs,
And tea clixings we shall pile,
Manifesto child!!!!

A symphony I want our voices to reach,
Where on thine own beach we shall make love,
The most holiest of timings!!!

For art thou not a hopeless romantic to see the new days dawn?
For I hate watching alone.....

Rich Devil's
Getting rich from the working class hero;
As Satan sit's back, getting rich to.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Where's your will to be weird?

This lonely pen
Writeth lonesome word's
I see the end
Of everything on shore
Yet the luminescence tis coming
Wherein one shalt stand by mine side
No two to be next to me
Just one glorified,
I do not need other's
To come in between
Mine heart grips, rips
Shackles and screams
To the dead of the dusk
And the first of the day
Mine eyelids shut
This brawn glimmer doth fade
I'm ready for new
Not the same old same
I've passed through
The conduit's of shame
I've been lashed
Thrashed to mine core
Shadow's follow
Me upon distant plore
I rattle mine Scriptures
To the newbies whom come
I giveth sight
To the deaf, blind, and dumb
With them I run
Wherein the rainbow's art seen
I live for today
In an ablaze of rings....

©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley

I've learned we can't push ourn love on anyone that were in love with, because when we push the ones we love to wanna be with us, we art just being selfish not selfless, and if one just wants to be ourn friends, we should be blessed to even know they want u as a friend. Of course were still gonna be madly in love with them and still want them to wanna be with us, though we canst never maketh someone want us back, we canst hope and wish for it... But the fact is if they need a friend, don't walketh away from them... Be there for them for help and guidance. Because that's what true love is. It's being there for them and for another.. And putting aside ourn own wants, needs, and yearning's, we art just blessed to haveth them want us as friends... And friends are a blessing from God

He was trapped inside the hell
Boiling inside his mind....
He was trapped from the pain
Not from his own making.....
He was trapped inside the abuse
From other's hurtful ******......
He was trapped inside the noose
Yet instead of being hung....
He wanted to jump by himself....

He couldn't take no more....

Hair trigger-by me. . . .   an explosions coming, the media is buzzing with news destructive to young minds! old,deaf,blind. Awake your inner sense, remorse will be lit at torches, your libertied statue will crumble to rich mens sinful imaginations. For whats your relationship you talkers an gawkers? you do nothing about the violence! your streets will flow of red wined blood. Martyrs turned ****! Awaken you american dictators, murderers and haters! the seas will split as mountain peaks will pop to thine own hell youve unloosed. For heres thy noose to tangle upon thine own necks! all love turned dissrespect! Your dollar will be your downfall oh dire innocent! or are you an innocent after all? The flames you have lifted upon your own streets will singe your every day class citizen! your towers shall fall, have you seen what i saw? Oh bountiful land? A callus you have been made, for its to late to turn the page, the prophecies have already been written. No thanksgiving anytime soon! You make bars and saloons your god and dope your bible, cant you smile? can you hear me you deaf an breathless mess! For the suns darkening is bound by gods artistic hands. . . .  .

Dismantle me to thine savor and mine excretion,
As two cretions  copulating in superb intimacy!!!!!

In the miry pit,
On floor six of hell,
God was in the midst,
Of mine fiery cell...

She always cometh back
I'm her fatal addiction!!!!

Tis I say,
              Tis I do
Tis she's I,
                 Tis she's you
Tis I say,
               Tis our love
                                      A Starbucked brew,
Tis I know,
                   I love her to!!!

Change,
Can thou adapt?
Hath thou woken from thy slumbered nap,
Or is it all just volunteering?

You've lost thy wheel,
No more steering!!!!

Your a young elder,
A young builder with nothing to do nor build,

Hath thou lost thine fill???

Maby I'll just dissapear
Far better than being here....

I took off his La Borracha mask
As I put it on mine own face,

I couldst feel the burden from all he hadst felt
And I wanna telleth thou
That burden is so heavy,

As I wish I couldst carry it for him.......

When one mocketh me
I forgiveth them.......
When one hateth me,
I loveth them....
When one stealeth from me,
I giveth them all the rest they didint take...
When one rapes me mentally
I hold their hand as do I give them a kind shake...
When one uses me
I still let them use...
When one walketh away,
I'm still here to be their amuse....
When one doth all of this
I knoweth its me they don't understand...
I was sent here to love and forgive,
The duty from God to man....

Everyone says
There is a little
Piece
Of
Heaven here
On earth
All I seeith
Is hell!!

Her Spanish chariot is all I needeth,
For her mine soul is living
For her mine soul is breathing,
For her....

I liveth...
For ELSA (mi amour')
I canst not hideth mine love

I feeleth something suddenly wrong
The pain's coursing mine vein's;
I feeleth that alienation lonesomeness
As nighttime now, is always the same....

And whilst mine heart thump's, it skippeth a beat
I feeleth like some unknown, lost in the heat;
Doth anyone heareth me? Hello out there
Better off dead and gone, from this shadow's despair..




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I want a queen not a slave to man,
Nor a slave to me,
Nor even herself!!!!
                                    I seeketh one who is free,
In mind , body, spirit, and soul!!!!
             I seeketh a land of gold,
A chalice overspilt by hers and mines joy!!!
Two souls flying the heavens,
None void!!!
                      Just a girl and a little boy in their own sandbox they've created!!!
       Highly elated!!!!!
With a chariot to rest ourn wearied heads!!

What makes a poet?
HIS SOUL.....

Some capsules come in heart break form, bitter, jittery feeling's.....
Others brighten all senses, fill you with love, and highest of dogma extends your inner self....

Tis comedic yes?
How one can giveth their all for a material good,
Yet canst giveth all thy soul to thy lover!
For thy lover is not a material,
Their ethereal, their imperial !!!

Heartbeat I lie in vain helpless,
Shelfless to a home I once knew,
Put me down,
Pull me through,
Anyone who hears mine attempt!!!

Numbness coming on,
Bent bows to cupid song's in full era of thine own beginnings!!

No cash ins,
No winnings,
For thy lights been turned out!!!

Gone south, where thy willows weep in gravesight pastures!!!

Forever after I will be in the clouds where no devils can tempt me,
Only harps of lost love to be found!!

Gatherers to fathomers,
Shalt be the sea I await to swim!!!
No more pacifiers of hell,
None more of me, no one to know when Im gone ,
When heavens gone dim.....

Patience,
How I'm done with your dirtiest of mind tricks,
You messy!!!
You sick!!

For thine clocks run dead!!!!

Time is none more,
None more words to be said!!!!!!!