As this carrion inhale's me into the dusk
Mine soul exhales, a celestial whiff of dust;
And for me this absolute feeling, of love's a must
Like a rocket ascending, letting off full force ******.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

By day
She wears worker uniform,
By night,
A festive white robe
That really brings out her inner angel!!!

In lust, one just hath ***;
In truest amour', two maketh love.
The difference.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

TACO'S!!!!!

Mmmmmmmhmmmmm

Mine favorite ();

A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!

As a revenant
I stood in front of mine own body
And held mine own heart in mine hand
It was bleeding
For mi amour' to giveth me all....
Tis outside mine carcass
I saw!!!!

Tis
Tis
Tis
Whilst I waiteth for mi amour'
I
Go
CRAZED!!!!!!

Young one,
          Dids't thou not know of the beauty that lies within you?
For those young boys cannot see through,
Your remarkably queen like Ora...

I'm lost,
             Maby there's a queen to guideth mine loneliest of fingers!

Tis we must remember
In this world of H.P;
Tis not about the follower's we get
But ourn word's we spread as seed's...


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley

Tis
The world that doth not understand them
As the two left the world behind long ago
To worship eachother in romance
To maketh love in sackcloth snow!!!

Tis,
The world will never get them
Their extraterrestrial seraphim
Where the moon meets the planet's
Wherein the stream of life flows and runs!!!

He carried a pen for a weapon
And used a notepad for prophecy...

Tis,
These lonesome shoulder's

Tis,
This heavied boulder

Tis,
I clinch mine teeth

Tis,
With broken feet

Tis,
With a dark shadow that doubles!!!

Tis,
Its me,
That lonesome fellow!!!

Her soul
Is mine!
Mine
Is hers!
Duo birth

Twelve little birdie's
On one stoop.....

Getting shelter from the storm.....

I canst lie
I'm easily heartbroken
Though so easily do I forgiveth
That's what we were made to do;
Loveth and forgiveth all beings.
And im blessed to be that way.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

As the hurt of other's shalt fadeth away,
                     The poetry of one's soul, always doth stay...
And whilst the hurt one shalt soon forget,
                     Poetry shalt be a best friend, a spiritual bliss....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Tis
Wherein there is no prophecy,
The people perish...








               By me: Brandon Nagley ( lonesome poets poetry)

I giveth her mine heart
I giveth one mine all
I make to many mistakes
Tis,
She still wants me after all!!!

She scrolls upon mine writings
As I gather her beauty by her eyes,
Were two of the same proverbs
For eachother were the curing tide!!

Something I've excepted
Being sent here by God;
To showeth love
And not to recieveth it.

On the moon,
                        I shalt painteth her name in moon rock dust,
The name,
                   ELSA ANGELICA,
Written by mine soul,
                                       as the world below,
Canst seeith her name gloweth every night!!!





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Everyone on here's a lonesome poet
Just like me
Yet we all got eachother
So were not so lonely after all!!!

():

America,
Land of thy free
Home of the slave!!!!

In the ancient crypt
Lies an amulet that's broken;
It's crimson color floweth
Up above to the open...





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Wot I want not, that I do
And that I do I wot not,
Yes verily,
Thine spirit intercedes for me....

In true amour'
We'd take the place
Of another's casket,
That they may arise...
That they may haveth life...


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Mi amour'
Spoke to me on the phone
She said babe
( seriously)
Thou better get home
And I said back
Babe
I'm already home
Thou art mine only abode
I knoweth no other such a place...

They say many elixers are out there!!!
False advertisement!!!!
There's only one ,
Tis it's called love!!!

Her gravity ****** me in soo deep,
  
I got lost

For her doth mine apparition she keeps so urbanely!!!

She loads pockets with cheapened Walmart goods,
Her words misunderstood,
As she babbles on strong drink!

Puke in her sink,
Yes that's a daily thing!!

Wrapped in thine sling young one of cheaply treasures?
For thy worse could be better,
If you wrote  down all your thoughts!!!
For thy love cannot be bought,
But dropped in fukashima form!!!

Thief in store..

Though I have robbed too,
For I am like you,
When the rain comes tumbling down...

Tis funny tis not?
That in life we tend to
Rush to our appointments
Or tryeth to calleth off ourn appointment's;
Yet here's the catcher,
In death.
Noone shalt skip or tryeth to calleth off that appointment.
As we art all appointed to the same schedule.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

As a gypsie,
She swayeth me

As a crypt keep
She comforts me

As a dusk brew
I taste her beans

As a city and country stew
She giveth me seed

As a pedal
She drops upon mine porch

As a light
She lights this burnt out torch!!

I tasted the rain drip from her rose pedal eye's
Tis,
Soo sweet!

I think I'm sick from all of this pain
Tis
Just me and mine self
Staring at eachother again

And trust me,
Me left with me
Not exactly the best couple!!

Even the cherubs cry,

When they heareth that song....
                                                        ­AVE MARIA!!

Toothsome candy she drips,
Like syrup
Sticking fine
To thy heart....

Tis,
     I rose from the ashes of the sheathed moss mirth,
Tis,
     I woke from mine sleep,
                                                Yet still I feel cursed!!
Tis,
     I entered the atmosphere by way's not known to human!!
Tis,
     I lost mine wings , the feather's of cupid's!!!

!!!nopoem oops sowwy LOL

Some putteth their hearts on a silver platter for good eatings,
Other doeth it out of love......

The crowd who screams
( **** HIM)
Is the same crowd who giveth nothing in return....

Selfish mammals!

Many's parent's told them at birth
Don't waste thy time on rhyme's
Get a job and real life....
Though to many of us....
Poetry is a job
Poetry
Is life......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I died for her
She dies for me
Tis,
A perfect harmony!!!

He was just a modern day Shakespherian
With some poe blood
He showed the world
And Gaveth all his love....

As now I had finally heard her churchbell voice,
I knew from that moment on...

I had fallen in the hands,
                                            Of the almighty God!!!

(where) by me..Where is that special warming touch? That breed to see and succeed, the love i yearn soo much. Where is that warming? The fiery burning one feels to be completed in their soothing soul, no more searching, no darkness lurking, just a king and a queen of stories old. Where is that home filled with incense lathered aroma, bones to be warmed during rain and stormy dreading nights. Where is the caring? the sharing no disasters of hateful freight.. Where is the lighted tunnel to **** me on in, where whimsical sins go away in a moments flash..when will the pain relieve and blowing in the trees overcome to one breathe at last...Where is the blanket to cover this old ancient of structures where gaulking is adventure on mountaintop sealed ruins..Where is that Love everyone writes of in girly magazines.....?

PROMISES
Just ones words to satisfy
Ones fears and worries..

Don't knoweth if anyone else feeleth this way
But when thyelf taketh a break from HP
And cometh back more lonesome,
Seeing all the other lover's writeth
Mine heart sinketh to the abyss
I feeleth I want to go to sleepeth...

On ourn wedding day,
                                       If was to findeth one.....

I'd call her mine queen,
                                          As she'd whisper king,

Yet her whisper shall be heard upward ringing as bells to ourn creator's throneroom!!!

LOVE
                                        is the answer

Ring around the Rosie
Pockets full of lonely
Heartbreak to heartbreak
Mine heart crumbles down!!!!