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Hermit *****
Seem to be the new ( norm) to thy society,
Hidden...
In fear
And cloaked by smiling shells...

I'm serperated from thy world,
I'm extraterrestrial to man../

I'm all that I am!!!!

A princess
Her kept secret prince
Gone amiss

A castle
Of European trench
Three words scribed on tree's

I love thou!!

Where's that one to carve mine name?

Inside that bristle wood,
Where bad turns good
When she is near this carcass

A terrace to hold us in snug
Wherein a kiss shalt be made of love
And loot has no meaning!!

A form not clayed into disgraceful mans creation,
But stewed from the ashy depths of nothern lake Erie!

Tis poes raven visited me today
He whispered
( kàw, kàw)
Art thou OK?

I whispered back
( kàw kàw)
Please goeth away)

Cometh again tommorrow,

I'm to hurt today!

Whilst others were preordained for this world......
I was preordained for the next...

I met Edgar Allen poe long ago
He said
Whilst I'm gone
And the Raven eateth mine flesh
"Rewrite mine poetry"
"And giveth the people only the best"........

Ourn folk's telleth us
The monster's art the one's who resideth under ourn bed....
They told me when I greweth up....
BRANDON,
Son....
We lied to thee....

The true monster's
Art the rich one's running ourn government
And planting evil in thy cities.....
They don't hide under the bed,
But in bunker's!!!!
And mansion's built by their own pity....

The difference is,
Thou would calleth her a rose,

Yet,
I would calleth her mine queen!!!

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The true friends
Art the ones
That when thou dissapeareth for a few days....
Their the one's who calleth thee
Who check on thee
Who loveth thee.....

Even if they canst say it(love word)
We just know it....

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Poetry
This soul's release;
From this purgatory called earth...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Us poets,
We create our own heaven,
We create a world of another world that used to be..

A place from long ago where seas met high tops,
A world blissful and illuminating,
A world not needed of cops!!
A world wherein when thine own tounge speaks,

Thyself creates thine own other world!!!!

This world we created is titled(poetica) a place between Saturn and your mind...






Lol I'm such a goof!!! Poetica lol... I'm a goofy man!!!
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Just wanna apologize to all for not liking any poems just haven't been so well lately but will read yours all soon. Thank you all
Love and peace Brandon.....

I've heard one say
Poets are crazy
Yea
Got that right
I am!

Any joke canst bring his pen to write uninhabitable writing's,

Yet, canst thou bring those barren slandering's to action?
Oh poet...

Freedom
Is not when one escapes their mind
Freedom
Is when ones soul escapes their body!!

Man canst waiteth to get out of his prison cage
Meaning his body

Gone

The greatest thing about H.P
Is getting to know other poet's
As tis they
Get to knoweth me....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Tis hilarious
Yes?
How man wilst adjust his own mask on his face
To please man
Yet wilt hide his true face
To God....

Yet man doth not know the real thou
Only god canst see past thy mask somehow!!

If distance
Separates two's amour;
Then it never was amour at all.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Wherein love is,
Forgiveness endure's there as well.....
Because tis as I've said before.
Forgiveness without love is not love,
And love without forgiveness is not love...
They must be a duo in order for true love to be...

See,
Many these days see only one by their appearance,
Theyll calleth them beasts, monsters, ugly!!!!

Though on the inside, thy beasts and monsters as you calleth them,

Are the most stunning of all...

In death shalt be mine slumbered sleep
I gaveth her mine soul
Now tis mine heart she shalt keep!!!

I guess we canst maketh other's
Seeith nor believeth ourn own love for them,

But at least we ournselves shalt believeth it....

I saw thy eye's calling out to me upon thy page
As in that entrancing moment

I had known

She was sent to me by god Alone!!!

Don't leap young soul, for don't you know your spirit soars when none are seen? For don't leap queen!You have a whole life ahead of you, forget those wicked men. Soo called friends are monsters dressed in drag!!

Your face is sad? How so young princess, your joy and happiness are all that matters to me.

Did thy school not teacheth you? Were those boys cruel? For they didint see your stage, unpaid slave...

Here comes 2:36 young one, for Now the sun is warming your already cheery glow. Ancient trove!!!

For I feel thy stove burning to the cutouts you paste on your walls, for those demons do hide in stalls, keep away from restroom number one!

Mine eyes
Grotesquely ripped out
For her to see mine view
Of how much I really love her
Tis
Tis true!!!

When we walk
We shouldn't look back
The past will hurt us..

Just a foolish child,
Still waiting for the wind to sweep me off mine feet,
And for that pair of lips to connect me to god!!!

Heart throb!!!

The world
Is being held up
By strings,
If only they kneweth
The strings couldst be cut
At any moment

And trust me
They shalt be cut soon!

The world was CURSED!!!!
By BIRTH!!

Jellyfish
Smellyfish
Grob of ****** bits
Catches nets
Netting catch
High stories in mountain nest
Slippery details
Field of gloss
Many trees
Of many needs
Distance lost to miss
Shippy
Tippy land aho
Gailed by trilling
Massive show
Thrilling
Billing
Chilling cold
A place wherein warmth
Shalt taketh one home

The hospital see's this man everyday
Come in for his fix
The man tells them,

Come on doc giveth me mine queen
I needeth mine hit!!!!

Just to heareth those hot toned words
of ones come-hither suave tone
I would die for,
In these sleepy time Leisure's

Soft beautiful angel
Who never wouldst hurt anyone;
Hath their heart torn to two.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Maby I'm the only one who wants reality
As for me
Im more than real
I am real!!!
I'm me!!!

©Lonesome poets poetry

Notta

Couplets
Open for this spiteful world to seeith
Realities are all here
No dreams
All realists!!!

Dear loneliness-

I don't wanna be friends no more!

Next to that muddied river,
Lies an old willow weeping over the hill.
Underneath her I watch, knowing,
That me and her were once lovers in a past life...

Why search anymore?
For heart thieves and bandits?
For such need to get back emptiness?

For as it seemeth,
All thine good ones are taken or lost by worldly worship!!!!

Yet,


No longer must I seek,
Though can only pray one may quest for me....

Taking
A nice
Long
Enchanting
Walk
To where?
Don't know?
When I shalt return?
Don't care?
When ill be found?
Who cares
Hahaha!!!

He wore his mask as his face
And his face as a mask....

Her eyes, soo poisonously lustful,
her house will lead you down to hell!!!!

I don't thinketh
Two year's enough time
To liveth out mine love
To liveth out mine life.
Though wilt haveth hope,
And seeith the sun shine
I'll taketh every day seriously
Unlike so many
Who've lost their minds....
I prayeth for more time
And I'll keep mine head high
Though when the angels needeth me home
I guess tis time to fly...