i.

Alleluia, I proclaim, six month's it hath been, an eternestial
Keep. None need for word's to cometh out of mine mouth and lips, none need for mine sight to peep. For now; soundly do I sleep. Slumbering in mine dulcet Jane's deepest desires and wishes.

ii.

Every fibril of mineself, shalt be tucked away in her niches, warm and cozy therein I wilt abode; I wouldst selleth all possessions, to be next to her, though I knoweth patience hath
Us on hold.

iii.

In the meanwhile, we shalt cosmogyral, ground to air, a many whilsts. Creshinta lovenairs, O' another six month's wilt cometh again. A lifetime I looketh forward to, kindred spirit, best friend.

iv.

I will not cease, from building upon thee ourn bedrock, thus the ticking hand tick's away, and the minutes betray the clock's. In heaven amour, is where we do belong, with melodious angel's singing hymn's; and saint's to play ourn song. We wilt forever be, six month's from now, six year's, six generation's, six hundred fear's, six-thousand kisses, six million glares, six billon glimpses, of thee mine wife and me all ourn lives. In matrimonial bozeere.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Etɛʀռaʟ ʟɨʄɛ
I'ʋɛ ʄօʊռɖ;
Wɨtɦɨռ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication

calice timide, débordé par évanouissement ourn, un château lointain pour nous entourent, un manifeste de tombes romantiques ourn!!!!( french version)

English version-
Shy chalice, overflowed by ourn swoon, a distant castle to surround us, a manifest of ourn romantic tombs!!!

Poet jalopy to ride the temptest,
Squall of shallow
Moon apprentice
Wooden's of hollow
Doctor or dentist
To Ride away mine fears!!!!

Judge or gust
Backbone of theorist
Turns pen into sandstone miracle
Dumplings are lyrical
Nursery's are terrential
As the downpoor
Is riddled by puke!!!!!!

Shutters of fine drape
Tis
The black hat,
And veiled cape
Wherein the black Cat
Finishes his plate

To the whistlemen who pouts his charisma

Plasmid instigma!!

Plateau of morinsa
Chateau of  bornisa
Plato of dorita
Dawn to thy dusk

Elephant tusk shally
Moveth on tallies
Wherein the breach is far rallied,

To the pushers of what's good to come!!

Danse petits gitans, haute la poussière de fée et hobbit ale...
( french tongue)

English version-

Dancing little gypsies, high off fairy dust and hobbit ale..

meale, agin thy losabox,
Mine sixth sense canst
Feeleth thine Cranium's
Woe. Telepathically this
I do know; as thine dazzle
Is leaving slowly, but queen
Behold me, as I taketh the
Stripes on thine backside.
I taketh the crown of Thorn's,
Upon thy top; whilst I bleedeth
Thine own blood, so its me, not thee
Whom the demon's confront. I wilt
Dieth for thou, so rest easy amour;
I wilt suffereth for thou, relax mine
Girl. I wilt replace thine water droplet's
With mine own vital being, Upon the
Burdened cross, I'll be hung up; strung
As cattle; struck with cord's, so thou canst sleep.
As when thou shalt waketh from thine gentle snooze, I shalt be
Bloodied, broken, anguished, bruised. All because I tooketh thine Torment's, so thou couldst respire mine muse, all because sweetest jane, im verily in love; verily in love with thou, mine dear refuge.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

est igitur forma fui bestiam ...
(Latin)

English-speaking

She was mine beauty, I was the beast!!!

i

I feeleth a calming bereavement, from mine own heart's dying
I mosey the coffin carousel of this lonesomeness artistic torture;
I dig with nail's into mine isolation box, kicking stones, lifting rock's, and as the nightshine seepeth, I close mine eyes, weepeth.

ii

Yet this grave shalt not be mine end, though an amour is not there, for forlornness hath becometh a beloved best of friends;
Thither the protection of the gloom, I shalt burst on through, breaking into the rainbow that shalt streameth to mine beauty.

iii

Mine dying shalt reneweth me, the tomb shalt not subdue me
The copse forest shalt enticeth me, as I swayeth and flyeth asunder from mine carcass, with none asunder to holdeth back mine natural capabilities, as all senses shalt be enhanced.

iv

The wind wilt guideth me wherein others couldst not, mine creator to showeth me mine lifespan plot, to continue to loveth, even whilst the groan's that cometh near, mine vision, and view's to be glorious, this freedom of mine eternal entity alive, no fear's.

v

It shalt be a triumphant of all life's, wherein I shalt haveth a wife, to comfort me, thus all to be alright, as guardian's to me shalt be an insight, an insight of mineself deeply and the spiritual realm that shalt engulf me, and swaddle me so peacefully in awakening.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Even though
we hath not talked much in the past  few day's;
i still tasteth thy taste
and pictureth thy face.

ii.

Even though lately
i hath not heard thy voice;
It Ring's in mine head
awaken's me with sound so choice.

iii.

Even though
it might be a whilst since again we canst talk;
ill be waiting for thee mine queen, if thou wilt wait for me
im not leaving anywhere, i belongeth to thee only......

For im forever Your's........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

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

():

Some just loveth by their chatter
Some loveth only by their action;
Some just showeth love from fear
Some just loveth for distraction.

Some just loveth to not hate
Others just loveth by their fate;
Some loveth only whilst in death
Others loveth from their last breathe.

Some loveth, from wanting none abuse
Others loveth before their necks art noosed;
Everyone wilt loveth us sadly when we're dead
At ourn gravesite, they'll be bowing their heads.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I was a dealer
A pusher of ivory bags
And capsule packets...

All to get mine own delirium
Crazy enough for sanitarium's

Trapped and chained in fiend cage

As in god in that time I had forgotten

Though mine creator I must tell thou
Had not forgotten me...

I turned disease
To mine own kin
I stole a lifetime
Of prison sins
I sought the wrong
And in the end

I made a soo called friend
As
Tis
Was he who had set Me up

Got mine dealer, as also me
In a 22 people dope bust
Sent to jail
Than to pickway by bus

As pickaways
An old mental institution
Turned place for all thugs!!!

As In all this time
Tis
Whilst I mention
Alone I was not

As for god had sent me cherubs
Seraphim's against those beasts
I came out better than the rest

Tis mine story
Tis me!!

Everyone wants to have
The look of the poet
Yet noone these day's,
Wants to be real poet's....
Everyone wants to be a rock star
Or movie star.
Or even an athlete.....
But the poet,
Is one not of this world...
A poet
Is one unearhtly
Celestial in his way's.....
A poet doesn't follow the paths of this world......
The poet followeth his soul,
Which cometh from God....
And no rock star
Or athlete,
Couldst match up to that....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

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

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

i.

Off to Fuga island
Next to the pamalican;
Then to Bucas grande
In the turquoise shallow end's.

ii.

Next, the Mactan
Wherein the grain's art caramel tan;
Then to the land of Coran
And Cebu, where the shore meet's the dawn.

iii.

Hiding safely, on Bohol isle
There art tarsier, and thing's of wild;
Diogo islet next, an uninhabitable place
Me and mine Reyna shalt explore it, with tribal paint on face.

iv.

Off, to the great Santa Cruz
Ourn feet, in the pink corraline sand;
Zamboanga City, the southern region
Of this Filipino relic strand..

v.

Whilst next the Sangat
The western part of this expedition;
Whilst doing all this sight-seeing
It shalt be with mine Jane nagley, in earth's natural kitchen.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

I don't go by earth's timeclock
I'm on a different schedule...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Tribal earth-made bead's
To garnish this alien neck
Plume of god, extraterrestrial worn.



©Brandon nagley
©,Lonesome poet's poetry

They say the eye's the window to the soul, yet when I look through the marble's of others, quite dim!!
Should we relive in sin? Or pasture the grazing status?
For our bodies to be greeted to maggots, and rotten to the world.
Go back to thy dust oh man, you once blossomed herb!!
The shop is now closed!!!
Renewal I suppose!

As mine eyes roll back
To the back of mine head
And blood fills mine unearthly mouth,
Please doeth this one thing....

Just never forget me
For I must return
To mine father's house...

I ɖʀɨռҡɛtɦ ɦɛʀ քռɛʊʍa
I sաɨɢ ʊքօռ ɦɛʀ ɨռċaʀռatɨօռ;
Sɦɛ ɨs tɦɛ saċʀɛɖ ɛʍɮօɖɨʍɛռt
Oʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռt աօʀʟɖ's aռɖ ռatɨօռ's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication

Truth,
Men stop selling thy empresses to magazines and cheap sell outs!!
Truth,
Women , stop giving in to buyouts where thy men make you cheap dieouts and slaves to them!!!
Truth,
Men stop putting grenades in young lads hands, where thou bury your dead in thy sand,
Only waiting for thine next war!!!!
Truth!!
Kings and queens find your amour', not with currency you have collected!!!
Truth,
Both love each other not as objects but as one unprotected!!!!
Truth,
Men,  stop thy iccusion of thine own brothers, for respect one another, they are thou, and thou are they!
Truth,
Mothers, waddle/thine children,
Don't grieve for today!!
Truth,  
Fathers, show thine daughters makeup does not make beauty,
Nor can any fashion bring her rubies, for she's that ruby herself!!!
Truth,
Sibling lend thy hand, make voice with thy stand, If one screams will thou help?
Truth,
Leaders, do not befoul thy archaic province, make thine sons and daughters queens and kings of all challice,
Let them grow in purest reverance!!!!!
Truth, men stop thine own lusting, for doth not thou have a wife?
Truth,
Women don't thou to?
Truth,
Babies grow up to hear thine folks, for your skin by them was cloaked, Didst thou not know obeying is the greatest commandment?
Truth,
Boyfriends,husbands and men treat thy dame as if there's no more, call her your mi amour', not thy slave to fix your menu, and clean thine own dish!!
Truth,
Dreamers dream , and poor ones wish,
For one day you shall rulleth hand and fist to thy rich!!!!

TRUTH!!!!!

Her smile and hair
Queen like fair
As her skin layeth bare
I want to feeleth it's amare,
Rubbing against mine body...

Sucketh me in
And pulleth me under
Two fallen cherubs
Of heavens thunder!!!!

All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?

Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??

All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?

Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

It's quite simple
To giveth one their all
I Gaveth mine soul,
Canst I get that in return by end of summer?
Even fall?

Everyone's seeking fame here,
                                                       Thou Searcheth a like or two,
Just be thyself,

Now that is fame!!

A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation,
Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example.....
A soulful artist,
Who never wanted fame
Nor fortune
Nor eyes to even seeith him....

Though when making it to fames grand stage....
It was the death of him!!!!

As the true poets
Keepeth their masterpiece works
To themselves!!!!

Not seeking wordly fame
As tis so many do today!!!

Emotional firerides, snow filled glyphs,
Plantationed homes, bars to the stove, no lipstick to thy lips!

Pale faces creep Townshend banjo's. Stature has no wayward end! Death can be friend or foe, moles can be packrats where bookbagged books are quite old!!!

Violinic apathy, tunes are all grasping me, April, April come around thine deathly bend! Whom shall make it? When these doors swing to pickaways end...

Crushed  dispair, **** city blues to stretch ones hair, art thou fair?  Danzel of maidens,seeker of fair trade-ins,lovers love, a sin for thine sin!!

Where shalt I begin?

When shall this end?

Folk homestead, show me your Colorado's scenes,where paintings are reality, and fantasies are dream's!!!

Galileo couldst not even seeith
The heaven that lieth
Inside queen Jane;

Einstein couldst not even dreameth
The beauty
Inside of her brain;

Edwin Hubble lived inside
Of a bubble, being blinded
From her view;

Stephen hawking, forget thine
Scientific talking; mine empress
Is from God, a divine muse.

Isaac Newton, recalculate thine
Mathematic's; mine amour' is not a number,
Awakest from slumber, sweet Jane is aromatic.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i

Her accent thick, matching mine own
A faraway sip, of a Ruby chalice unknown;
Her hips finely stiched, amour put into her bones
Wine poureth off her tongue, a universal home.

ii

Captious by her wild's, a fig of the branch
One to calmeth me down, one whom shalt entrance;
A capotasto, to holdeth all beautiful sound in place
Angelicy pastry, goddess of the human race.

iii

She shalt cleave to me in her strife, conjunction to me
We'll forget the thing's not needed, easily thus we'll breathe;
And whilst traveling the cavern's, of the mountains and sea's
We shalt becometh one flesh, one reality, and one knit dream.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

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

i.

Once on the bier, now far beyond the cerulean,
Once benighted in death's uninvited,
Now sipping on empyrean cloud's, that stretcheth past the Caribbean.

ii.

All once fogged, bitten by snake's and dog's, stumbled upon
The log's, of quietus in the abyss; awaited I for deceasing ship's, to carrieth mine billow's, to darkened dungeon hell-made Pillow's- awaiting with mine name.

iii.

Thus, I was delivered throughout all that pain, mine old-self was slain, given rebirth again. Given I another chance, from God other's dismiss; sent to I, was mine daffadowndilly spring, from God who heard mine ring's, as mine mouth screamed and wailed. He answered all in detail, the finest wine to man, he gaveth me the best of plan's- with darkling queenish strand's.

iv.

So with a humbling poetic stand, I holdeth a ring inside mine hand, and I shalt boweth lord, O' God first to thee; then I'll lowereth mineself secondly, to mine queen, to slippeth a ring upon mine sweet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

When one tells another of their needs wants wishes and yearnings,
Well
All I canst say is..  

The other person better listen
Or it shalt be far to late...
As it already is for others!!

What is it hereby that I seeith?

Unardent archetypes,
Credited cards to swipe for fast food,
Archaic since long ago!!!!

Aristocratics art thou?
Gormandizing collared frenzies,
A meal plus ten for thine own family?

What about thy neighbor?
The one on thy street?
Doused in fluid, puke, and his own safekeeps,
Not enough for him thou furtive frugal?

Yea,

Tuck thine own pockets back in,
Dont let him see you have all to giveth!!!
Unlargess you!!!

As this old rock spins in circular motion,
To thine loved ones all time and devotions,
Thou giveth not to thine own family,
But to slot machines?

Thou maverick!!!
Thine phene!!!

Agile pabulum Haven's hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed,
Once a day for unclogging!!!!!

Protractingly fateful health oh mortal?

Trying to live to one hundred?
Afraid for thy soul to pass?
What's wrong? No god? No faith at last?

Provident to failure!!!

Virulent art thou,
For thine work thou hath made thine surplus,
Skipping the wife's needs?
For forty hours of volition and lust!!!!

Visionary of demonic audacity!!!

Thy own path is manifest and lamenting,
For art thou not repenting of thy fast lifted paradox??

I'm a cynic to thy trust!!!!

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

Whilst the hate-bringer's, shalt smack mine countenance
I shalt loveth in extraterrestrial manners, never to quit;
And whilst other's shalt scourge me, I'll giveth them mine love
Lending out a hand even whilst being whipped, as I giveth a hug.

And whilst they nail me, and pound the iron in mine bones
I shalt looketh up to mine god,ready to get on back to mine home;
And whilst mine spirit leaveth me, I yelleth out to mine God
Father forgiveth them, they knoweth not what they've done.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Fatty carbs,
                    The comfort food to ones soul!!!

i.

Fauna to surround
the flower built fence.


ii.

Nature aloft
to the ground;
an abode heavensent.

iii.

We shalt combine
as star's;
from the cumulus.

iv.

I shalt dress thee
in Yellow daisies;
when we meeteth at Yahweh's bench.

v.

As tis we were meant
for ourn eye's to connect only;
As children we shalt loveth, as babes we shalt be.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley Dedication-Filipino rose

i.

Forby thou art not,
I quiver from the
Cold; mine heart
Is running rapid,
There's anguish
In mine soul.

ii.

I wail out of mine
Bones, mine grave
Is looking close, I
Implore for thee,
Mine Jane, mine
Sweet. I implore
One day, thy eye's
I'll meet.

iii.

On the emptied
Street's of purgatory,
Mine sandal's art worn;
I beseech for just one kiss,
But there's nothing, mine heart doth burn.

iv.

Though through these trial's
And Tribulation's, I shalt
Hath patience; whilst I
Get bitten, by the demon's
I have been smitten. Ourn
Affamour shalt break down
Door's, wherein hell shalt
Shatter, we shalt reach the
Shores, O' I plore for thou.

v.

Mine eyeball's art sinking in, is this death somehow?
Mine body and limbs now doth trow; it's weathering
Away, I'm hanging on tight; I prayest thou canst saveth
Me, by the end of the night. And queen if I goeth, please
Knoweth mine amulet belongeth to thee, I wilt forever
Looketh down, upon thine crown, mine empress; mine
Queen.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

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

Many have forgotten love, and throw the word around as if some test dumby in a crash car. In true meant to be love... God ordained it long ago; before two Lover's ever meet. Though, yes, he gives us free will to choose who and what we want, he also has preordained us for our "true soulmate's". As before he created all the beauty we see around us, he already mapped out everything to be, before its existence! As tis so many look around, and see the world and us being's as a mistake, or some big mess, though all has order, the plant's, creature's, the star's, the moon, the sun, the planet's all around us, and universe in all completeness. As all has order, all has purpose, whether good, or bad. Yet so many are engulfed by the materialistic pleasure's the world has to offer, and alway's think to ournselves, tommorrow will come, WRONG! Tommorrow shan't always come. Tommorrow doesn't exist. Today does. As heaven and god's kingdom has NO TIME, he's on a different schedule, not man's, he goes by his own law's, not man's...Today we have the choice to love, to give, to forgive, and love another. If family, friend's, soulmate's, no matter the case. Our purpose is to love, as I have found mine soulmate, mine life, and predestined amour', who in all actuality, I've been waiting for, since before birth... When I speak to her I know all is right, all is amazing, as she is; I know she is the home I've been waiting to reside in, as tis she is home to me.......... And when we "me and her" both know when something's wrong with one another, our soul tell's us, as tis God who tell's us when our lover and soulmate is in trouble. And it's even more amazing at that moment you realize even more how much we were meant to be with that lover because when both having trouble's going on our soul and God Whisper's to us " go talk to your queen, or king" because something is wrong, that's a major sign, two of us and two of anyone are meant to be... Free will choice I choose to be with her, and choose to love her and give to her mine life, spirit, love and soul. Though at same time its predestiny. That's the part that blow's mine mind away. Knowing it's already predestined. For the good of God's purpose for us and for him as well...........As I will NOT take for granted ever, mine soulmate, mine freewill lover I choose to be with, and what mine God predestined for me. And honestly, I'd rather have him predestine me her, then anyone else. Because I want noone else. I want mine Jane, mine soulmate, mine home I want to reside. Mine HOME period. One of mine favorite singer's, a new age singer who sound's as from the sixties said it best in his song with his band ( Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zero's), the song called " Home ". His lyric's read............
Home, let me come home, Home is wherever I'm with you.
Home, let me come home, Home is whenever I'm with you.......
As its more then true... When we can feel at home with someone, and know that soulmate is our home " as mine Jane is", and we know when something's wrong with the other person. Because God and our soul tell's us, it's even more a sign, saying "HELLO" you two are meant to be, and I shant never, NEVER, take that love for granted. As I'm more than happy, and blessed. As tis so many forget their blessing's of their soulmate's, and take for granted even waking up!!! Though I am blessed and shalt never forget that.... and love is about working on it daily... Even though we don't have to try in love, in true love we still try anyway's, because we want to please the other person, not ourselves.... And that's something I love doing, one of mine favorite part's is the trying part.... and trying is what we do, because we love the other, and want to please them... Love in all aspect's of life isn't taking, or wanting for you, you, you!!!! Or about what you can get. It's about what we can give other's. As I will give mine queen all of me, because that's mine free will... Because I love her.... Because she's mine soulmate.....
And for that
I'm more than blessed.......
And because she loves me more than she could ever tell me as well; and for that reason, I thank mine God daily, as tis not every day, God send's us down a piece of heaven on earth. And tis NOT every day God give's us an angel to watch over us... And we all have angel's, I am more than grateful. I've got mine... And I won't take that for granted......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ truth on love dedication

As I sit
And watch mine mother again overindulge
In her nerve medication
I canst help but think
Me and her are to alike....
As I sit here feeling guilty
I can't help but think,

I wish I could giveth her
A happier life!!

Tis
Not the mocho part of the inner man that maketh a man
What he is,
Tis
It's the feminine half inside the inner being of a man that
Maketh him a creation of God....

The best of both worlds combined!!!

i.

Feral escapees, from captivity,
Created with wing's, born to
Be free; not of society.

ii.

Jungle madness, surroundeth
The tree's, foliage of wed-lock,
Thou and me.

iii.

Accentor's creepeth the thicket,
Caples we rideth, babes of the
Cariole; astrology inside us.

iv.

Bimarian aqua, to overfloodeth
The dry, boscaresque detail's;
Rainbow's in open sky's.

v.

Brabreum of a sound,
Musical citharize; I'm
Far aloft the ground,
Psychic's; clairvoyant's
On incline.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

A lithe monarch
In the willowy meadow;
Ourn phalanxes sutured
As seducer's of plush marshmallow pillow's.

Avow I shalt, one's high name
I'll be burned for her safety;
Taking her grazing
Drying her in the rain.

Anon her hand, to be on mine wrist
Apostle's of kinship, succulent wish;
None Asp's to swallow in, forgiveness of sin
Assenting in espousal, one letting me in.

To beget her, to giveth her a simper
beggarly I am, as beseeching get's bigger;
Since I'm losing all hope, placeth me on the bier
Moveth mine carrion, into the flame of tear's..



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Queen;

This is a gratitude letter, to telleth thee, I'm blessed with thou,
Mine beloved, mine cherub, mine lifeblood;
Mine queen.

Sovereign;

God hath given me a ladder, I've climbed high past upward lantern's, past the entryway of spiritual pattern's;
Mine amour'.

Empress;

Stop thinking that I wilt leaveth, thou art more worthy than thou believeth, don't let the devil to thee deceiveth, this soul to thee I giveth.

Monarch;

On the street's, or in the park, in the shade, day, night and dark, in me thou liveth, in me thou lighteth a spark, forever, eternal.....
Love.............




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry

Yea,
These are mine last scriptures,
No more thoughts to come out blistered
No more cuts to snap thy pictures
Moribund to mineself!!!
No reaching hands,
No none help
No marching band to play mine kilt
A tombstone of lonesomes lost!!
No clothes to be buried,
No queen to soothe me
None to marry
The cliff I've come to now!
No sun, no clouds
No children to laugh and play
Just darkness to cover me
Smothered breathe!!
No candle to light mine way
No tommorrow
Nor the next day!!!!!

For as I always say
When thou wilt seeith these writings stop,
Than thou wilt knoweth something's wrong!!!!!!

FINUS!!!