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brandon nagley May 2015
This room,
Soo chilled,
Soo cold,
As the walls themselves Do weep,
Us both thinking at the same time,

Where art thou lover to cover me in thine wool sheathed blanket?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2016
In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.

Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"
Patience.

For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine
Sorrows.

©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Betwixt is between.
Hast is has.
Morrow is tomorrow.
Afresh- fresh or new.
Loveth is love
Mine is my
Thee is you
brandon nagley May 2015
Liquidators come in all shapes and sizes,
As vizors cover the cloud glittered lowlys!!

Layrinxed fads go out slowly and painfully as the new drives on in, as sin tends to win!!!

Your feet tramples docile demons down!!!!!!

Destine me, destine me oh lawless judger!!!destine me to where you shall not be!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I'm high and I'm happy and I'm free
I got my whole heart
Laid out right in front of me
And I finally can see
The way it's always been
The need for peace
Starts from within

So I leave my possessions to the wind
And I'm done with ever wanting anything
Well I can die satisfied
No desires do I hide
Not today, not today
Nor for the next one thousand lives
brandon nagley Jun 2015
That devil of a thing,
                                               Called loneliness
                              Pointing his deathly finger back at me
                                          As he laughs with a grin!
                                                   Such a sin!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
From the beginning of time man hath been addicted to
Gore
Blood
Guts
Fighting

As thou hast noticed this in the old gladiator arena's
In war's
In ourn own streets...  

Yet its not all just man addicted to these beasting ways....

It's just the devil loveth to pulleth man's strings,
As man is just a puppet..
brandon nagley Oct 2015
( old Irish version)

i. Queen Jane, tá lá atá inniu an lá, an dara bliain mí ourn.

ii. Queen jane, looketh mé ar aghaidh chuig eternity leat.

iii. Queen Jane, ealaín muid mar an gcéanna á s.

iv. Queen Jane, ar feadh an tsaoil chomh maith le; Infinity.

v. Queen Jane, sonas neverending suthain.

vi. Queen Jane, tá a chruthú bás a fháil le sciathán ar síoda.

vii. Queen Jane, gan teorainn flyeth againn ar an Cosmos.

viii. Queen jane, amour ourn 'láidir, TIS lánmhaith.

ix. Féadfaidh na spéir s cairde dúinn, le toast.

x. Dhá mhí sona, an anam mianach, Jane mianach, mianach Reyna.


( English version)

i. Queen Jane, today is the day, ourn second month anniversary.

ii. Queen jane, I looketh forward to an eternity with thee.

iii. Queen Jane, we art the same being's.

iv. Queen Jane, a lifetime plus; infinity.

v. Queen Jane, perpetual neverending happiness.

vi. Queen Jane, immortal creation's with wing's of silk.

vii. Queen Jane, boundless we flyeth the Cosmos.

viii. Queen jane, ourn amour' is strong, tis upmost.

ix. May the heaven's grace us, with a toast.

x. Happy two month's, mine soul, mine Jane, mine reyna.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry/hari and Reyna poetry.
brandon nagley Jul 2016
Some only seest her flesh
And her bones;

I seest God's handprint
That brushstroked
Her soul.

Some only heed her outer
Reflection;

I seest a masterpiece
In paradisal direction.

Some only observe her comings
And going's;

Not perceiving
Her tears, beyond year's;
Hath been like white water's flowing.

Some only descry
Her Filipina eyne;

Whilst under her roof
She's lonesome, aloof;
Pain is her daily bread,
As is her heart's
Screaming proof.

Some only espy, the girl
They seek to know; not
Knowing nothing of who
She really is, an Angel from
God's throne.

Though this Queen doesn't seest
What I seest, she is blinded by
Worldly lies; demon's art her
Enemies, because she's God's
coruscating light.

If only she could take a step
Out of her body and her mind;
She'd be free, to perceive
The treasure she is
As the creator made
Her after his
Kind.

If only she could
Seest, the elegance
Inside her soul;
She would
Knowest
She was
Created to be
God's light, lamp;

God's perfect mold.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
Seest- archaic for the word ( see).
paradisal- of a place or state) ideal or idyllic; heavenly.
Heed- take notice of, pay attention to.
Hath- have.
descry- catch sight of.
Eyne- archaic for eyes.
Filipina+ Filipino woman or a girl.
Whilst- while.
Espy- get sight of.
coruscating- sparkling.
Art- is ( are) archaic form.
Knowest- know.
Mold- a distinctive and typical style, form, or character.

I wrote this for my queen because she always cuts herself down, and as humans ,humans tend to always just see ones flesh blood and bones ( appearance of the outer being)  as my queen always just sees herself as completelya monster and ugly! And others tend to see others of just flesh and bones not seeing the person is hurting inside and feels broken alone down and out, and feels of no worth! Point to poem is I wish my queen Jane could step out of her body, as if an out of body experience and be next to god to show her how he made her perfect. Our gospel in the Bible said god made man in his image . Man and woman both! God is light and love as Bible speaks! Meaning Jane you are made in that image, yet you consider yourself ugly because of a few pimples? Lol, lets be honest your flesh appearance is beyond gorgeous and stunning and queen like and beautiful but more than that!!!! Your soul and your spirit is a light! Your real being the REAL you your soul. Is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! It's completely light and there are others who need to know flesh and blood is just flesh and blood and isn't the real you! The real you is your soul! The beauty of the soul! And there are many lights out there like my queen Jane who feels the same as Jane! And Jane I want to tell you, your a light and you come from the creator of all light and lights!!! You come from god Jane! God made you beautiful inside and out! Time to wake UP and see that my love. Satan loves to make others feel as nobody's. To feel worthless! You were bought with a price Jane when Christ died for you when you accepted him as Lord and saviour Christ had prior already bought you for the price of his blood on that cross!!! That's more than beautiful! Your a daughter of god! And or light! NEVER EVER forget that! Understand me? Mas Mahal Kita my Reyna! Pray you see your beauty sooner than later love!
I love you more queen
Innibig Kita jane!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
See,
Us humans are the berries,
Plentiful and organically grown!!
The devil loves to pick those berries,

When ripened!

He squeezes them,
Dejuices them,
And takes the color from amongst their sheath....

Yet,

Before the devil can fleece out the last drop.....

God intervenes,

With a little thorn to ***** the thorned ones sticky fingers!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The demon scratches me
I bite him back
The demon pushes me
I spit in his face with a smack
The demon taunts me
I calleth him out by name
They hate their name called
Don't wanna be recognized for the flame
The demon shows false affections
I giveth him hate
The demons a smiler as he latches to me
I'll kick him to hells gate
The demons find me downtimes
Though with God I shalt win
Demons love misery
To seeith one in sin
Demons are smelly
Like all the dump trucks on the earth
Times ten
Demons haveth enemies
They hate even their own kind
They haveth none kin
Demons haveth a date
With Satan in the fire
They'll turn thou on with lust
For thou they do admire
Demons hast hurt me
They've tried to bring me to mine death
Soo many health issues
I know tis not me
Them
The demons hast entered mine family
From the lives we didst choose!
They entered by portals
Between good and bad souls
They came and come as orbs
Spirtual energy
Trapped to a distance
God won't let them get to close to me
They always want more
They show themselves now and then
They'll portray themselves as good souls
Wherein its all pretend
The demons speaketh in mine bathroom
They hide out in the closets
Parched behind mine bedroom wardrobe
Spies as I sleepeth
They want mine bright soul
It's full of massive glowing energy
They know it as I'm told
So to bad because their not me
They made a big mistake
Turning away from God
Now their outcast losers
Fate of hell and grud!!
They'll soon be in chains and shackles
So they cause pain now whilst here on earth
They come in all shapes and sizes as I've heard from many others
Psychics
Life after death (experiences)
And from preachers
Pastors and others
They come large
Small
Animal like
Mauled
They come stinky
Scaly
Nothing thou shalt imagine
Couldn't fathom
Their everywhere
City streets
Malls
Gyms
Stalls
Homes
Air
First heaven
Second heaven
Hell
Everywhere
Yet these demons cannot taketh me
They knoweth I'm gods light
So demon get hence from me....
Go burn in thine own fright!!!!
This is real story of me life and what's happening to others.. Don't care if you think I'm crazy many more like me!! So could care less of anything of one saying I'm nuts
brandon nagley May 2015
Crystal clear eyes, where's the door to ****** me on in? From beginning to end, I feel your dying birth!
Let me taste thy curse your pupils unravel! I'm parched, dismantled, seeking what such a marvel.......panic's racing!!!

Startled..... Seeking the lonesome eyes, I wander???? Where does she reflect? In heaven? In between? In purgatory? In a dream?

For I want to jot her marvelous unknown universe.....for seeking truest of loves can be thine own curse!!!! For can this get worse? Just wanting simple human affection!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis
Not just the mascara on her eye's that turn me on,
Its her diamond's calling out to me in hopeless romantic gesture..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
We dieth another day
Just to liveth tommorrow.......





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
One was not born
To not showeth love
One chooses
To not giveth their love away

There is a difference....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Everyone's sought after me
Due to the fact I'm not of this world

And everyone wants a different experience

Tis,
     That is me....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Differentiation between the poet
And the journalist;

The journalist writeth a script that's scripted,
A poet wilt writeth untamed, none script, just raw soul!!!!!




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Accretion,
                     Tis I seek!
Permission,
                     Of ones love to keep!
Partition,
                     I gaze for none!
Secretion,
                     Of child play fun!
Direction,
                     To giveth me her hand!
Completion,
                      A wedded band!
Ommision,
                       I want none more!
Suspition,
                       Please close thy store!
Assumption's,
                       I enquireth zilch!
Corruption,
                       Sleeps with filth!
Attention,
                       Wrap me as waddling infant!
Kitchen's,
                       To cook a meal of terrace's far and distant!
Affectation,
                       Of two fallen cherub's!
Alleviation,
                       Of the bug's and scarab's!
Abstraction,
                       I paint as a picture,
Benedictions,
                       Of one pellet, two triggers!
Complications,
                       Of breathing do I feel,
Irrigations,
                       Another deathly pill!
Saturation,
                       Man made queens to beasts!
Irritation,
                       Where art thou? Queen of settled feast?
Obliteration,
                       I lurk the high hilled tops!
Incarceration,
                        Where ghoul's meet thy cops!
Palliation,
                        To make sensual love in darker nights,
Excruciation,
                        Where art thou light?
*******,
                        Of kings and consort souls,
Acceptation,
                        Wilt thou come mine love?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
There's a feeble minded man
Behind his palisade door
The door bell rang
It was God standing on the other side
I told the old man
( thou better let him in)
Trust me ( I said to the old man)
This man's no stranger...
If anything
Thy own neighbors a stranger...
Now let god in!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
See if one was to seeith mine amare
Reading all the books she readeth
Any human being wouldst asketh,
Why doth she readeth all these books?

Well friend..
I canst telleth thou this..
She's an ser angelical,
She already knoweth heavenly knowledge....

She just likes to learn about the human race....
ser angelical in Spanish means she's a - angelic being
(:
brandon nagley May 2015
In day she goes by her real name,
At night alls untamed,
Unmanaged,
Unsellable.

High to vegetative state..

Her stage she cannot be late,
Though not by choice doth she choose,
Born to win,
Dying to sin in a room of sparkled lights,
An lapdancing tools!!!!

These men await as demons to their devil,
They sit with *** in hand and puddles,
Of ***** smelling zippers..

***** things grow bigger!!!

Shh,
I cannot speak of such things,
Their madmen just for a fling,
As thine wives wait back at palace!!
Disguistingness impassionate!

Shes always thinking for her night to end,
As the lusters throw out ones!!!
They creep and and they shun,
Non containment there!

****** fluids shall they do dare,
Than the night goes silent death,

Upon her breathe,
*******,
Secretion daint by stains,
Those crawlers seem to have left her!!!

For theirs a church around thine corner,

She quits,
And repents Soo quickingly...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis
Weds
June 24th
Seeketh mine queen
mi amour of mine dreams,
No I do no seeketh her or loveth her out of mine own
Lonesomeness,

If I sought one out of lonesomeness
It shalt not be love!!!!!

But she's mine true amare
I needeth on this chilled wed's night
Because she's once again disappeared
Into the moon's light....

Tis I think
I shalt go to bed
Wherein
I canst dream
Of her
Tonight!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I think I needeth to be alone
Wherein I canst be Invisible to others....
Just dissapear..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
And they'll ask one another
Where didst he go to?

Don't ask me,
I don't even know!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When Mi amour'
Gets on H.P
The darkness dissipates.........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
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 Mar 2016
i.

A sapphire raceme, Symbolic dimples,
Radiciform, Ak-Shabreeze, consecrated;
Impeccable temple's.

ii.

None remembrance, of bygone vice,
Resumption of the new; perpetual
Life. Ramate by ourn rib's, sedated
By the paradisiacal.

iii.

Levitating toes, aloft the colored covenant,
O'er the bended bow, of God's plan's that
Art meant. We yaw the pleasant valley's,
We strum the lyre's of ahava; taking
Slowly to ourn peach rim's, desired
Coconut and guava.

iv.

Yealing's of another time, artist's of the
third peculiar mind, by the creator's
Design; finding another, amid the
Pearlescent hue.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( ahava) dedication
Raceme- central stem with flowers on small stalks.
Radiciform- means- like a root.
Ak-shabreeze- word I made meaning ( riding the storm's)
Bygone- past or former times
Vice- immoral or wicked behaviors. ( sins)
Resumption- the action of beginning something again after a pause or interruption.
Ramate- branched.
paradisiacal- of or relationship to or like or paradise.
Aloft- up above
Colored covenant I mean the covenant God gave to man kind with a rainbow telling man he's never gonna flood us again as he did. Though in the end renewal comes by fire...
O'er the bended bow. - means over the bended rainbow.
Yaw- means to move side to side.
Lyre- is an ancient like harp thing that would have been played in ancient Israel during king David's time...it's heavenly!!!!
Ahava- Hebrew word for love.
Peach rims- me and Jane lips... .
Yealings- are people of same age. I dont mean earth wise I mean in heaven. Everyone looks about same age alot of stories I've heard and when die old you go to about thirties or so. Quite amazing!!! Of course if in heaven!!!!
Pearlescent- resembles pearl like colors. Or resembles Pearl...



Note- this is second spoken one I posted on SoundCloud as well.
Just look me up Brandon Nagley  on SoundCloud.com you can find this title of the poem. At end of poem speaking one I sing a bit... Romantically of course lol. Enjoy thanks for reading poets!!!
Below is what to look up on SoundCloud. Thanks everyone.
(Finding another, amid the pearlescent hue) SoundCloud. Com
brandon nagley Aug 2016
Inside this poesy bower,
Do I, I do; await mine
Fresh sprayed flower,
To seest her blossom
Shower's; her honey-
Comb word's, her
Eastern dew. Burgeon-
Closely; abide with me,
Where thou art mine
Muse. Finger's wilt be
etching tool's to create
Master-designs; in the
Cloud's that reside.
Hide and seek, thus
Love we'll find; there
In ourn eyne, where
It's been all along. Do
I, I do; await this time,
Dusk til' dawn.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( pookie dedicated)
poesy- poetry..
Bower- form 2- an inner or private chamber, room or bedroom same thing.
Seest- see.
burgeon- come forth.
Abide- dwell.
Thou- you.
Aye- are.
Mine- my.
Wilt-will.
Etch- or etching- a print produced by the process of etching.
"etchings of animals and wildflowers"
synonyms:engraving.
Reside- have one's permanent home in a particular place., Or to be situated.
Ourn- our.
Eyne- eyes.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
( DONATIONS EXCEPTED)
                                               insert love
                                                    here
                                                      ();
brandon nagley Jun 2015
What does the words
( I loveth thou) mean
If not hearing them back?

Don't know in honesty....
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!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
I'm serperated from thy world,
I'm extraterrestrial to man../

I'm all that I am!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
What does thy own self call obedience? Is it ******* or lies that keep speechless minds to bathe of freckled crooks? Creaks to swim in, the weak will one day stand to win like fisherman of a billion steeled hooks. Catching bait, baiting the catch, locking the hatch to samsonite terrors. The fair's running fairly these days. Romanticism's plays to artist croche daperies.  Buttons snapping to fine appeals to ones fashionable accord. Pray on your knees, confess your displeasureable sins to the lord. For he, and only he can hear your dog likened crys, from fog like lights that explode into a million pieces. All the reaches to what god has to offer, a universal mix forever living, living dead is ever after! All disasters I see heading down mankinds tour, put on your flannels, your fake loves dismantled , screws from your beds will all hit the cracked wooden floors........ (Dooms day poetry) by me Brandon Cory nagley
brandon nagley May 2015
They crawl hands and knees!!!

Lacklustered fanatic's,
Groupies of needleshooter's and powder transits,
Their noses they wipe off fairied dust!!!

Their skin fragile and delirious!!!

A spoon to copper boil,
Eyeglasses to split the sun ,
Sticky fingers to stop and go..

Bloodied toast!!!

They cringe their pearlies,
And wobbled by to and fro waves,
Their here for today,
Gone for tomorrow!!!

A vein full of sorrows!!!

A hitch hiker of fertile roads,
Though,
Thy load leadeth one down to the pit!!
Within millipede's of Spit,
To drippeth the argot that slurreth them!!

Taketh thy hector out of thy baggage,
Thou serf of emptiness!!

For thy plentiness thou seeketh,
Lies beyond the ark,
Behind the purple shroud!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Hippity hippity hobo hopped a train in mobo, whilst mobo and toe-do flowdoed  down dits bitsy mountain. She-ha and he-haw hast rode bikes to sleetah where burritos were bandits and bandista's on barnyard fence. Smoky and choky were high on mangozee and tis they loved posies of the same tilling field. Geuber and Gruber maketh infants as scoopers whilst dust is their slooper,
Slippery dipsy dask.. . uncle tis and Mrs tas. Tadpole Bennie, neon jenny, Mike and shunny.. Bunnies of two..honey's of few. Crick-crackle pop the hobo didst hop, as I caught him, as he fell, he bumped  his head and yelled...( Hobo forever)
As I smiled to his passions...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
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?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Doth thou loveth one?
Really?
Hath thou told them that today?
brandon nagley May 2015
She giveth all to one man,
No,
A boy I mean!!
Such a stunning queen hidden between her bedroom walls,
Where photos are her gods,
And portrait is her fancy!!!
Yet that man called a boy isn't a man after all!!!!

Just a user of things good and true,
Just a slave to thine world,
In lost lovers stew!!!

Yet still she keeps on looking,
In dark and in light!
In day and in night,
Texting words,
Some spoken, some cried out loud,
Most unheard!!!!!

Yet covertly I see her fine exaltations,
I want to reach so much!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As I took a drag of that cadaverous biri,
I lost the holy ghost
The cumulous had all left me...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Humans
( Devils dressed in drag)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When we shalt want dream's to turn into reality for us realist's
Those dream's stayeth just as that,
Dream's






©By Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
DREAMS!!!!!
Wherein a king
And his queen
Turn their dreams
Into reality.....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Human romance
Interweb connection; dreamy
The words I loveth thee.

Angelic romance
Meeting one in person; realism
Taking plane or train, making it happen.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Devout amalgamation
Into her vow's, I shalt court her;
By death or hell, I'll be at her well
Drinking from her holy water.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine lonesome eyes,
                                     Drowning in sorrow....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Pixied fairies
Druid pixies
Swinging on breathe and trees
Loosing themselves to each other
Solace place
No hate no greed
No distrusting
No talking of others
Best friends verily in love
Gangsters of mad Lovers
Sitting on stilts of no guilt but hugs!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I couldst I wouldn't giveth her the world
For tis the world is to flawed
And other than that,
She's an angel!!
And because of that fact....
I'd giveth mine angel or
(Mi amour',) as thou knoweth her as.
All the heaven's
To be her garden,
To do as she pleases...
Though tis I haveth not much loot,
I shalt giveth her the clothes off mine back
To showeth her loves truth....
And that I'm just a begging peasant romantic
Banging at her angelic door!!!!
Calleth me a loving fool
But at least I'm a fool who knoweth pure amare ..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
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
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

She is becoming
As she hast ameliorated mine pang's;
Her radiance is chatoyant
She melt's mine thought's, with her dusk black and wet bang's.

ii.

Her bungalow is mine own
Bucolic and historically hidden;
We're passionate in ourn dwelling
The walls brushed with ourn amour', tucked between ceiling's.

iii.

Memorabilia she keepeth
Of her childhood in a small room;
I stareth at her adolescent memory photo's
Thinking God made her on the moon.

iv.

Feeling how blessed I am
With mine Jane, neath her plume's;
Her wing's stretch out, north to south
A defense from demon crew's.

v.

A exemplar to the Almighty architect
The embodiment to all mine livelihood;
She's the road to peace, from west to east
On mine knee's I looketh to her, I kisseth her feet.

For she's mine queen...........



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Dulcet in the title means sweet
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