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brandon nagley Jul 2015
I remember
As a boy,
Being with mine father's mother...
Also known as grandma or ( Golden gram's) nagley...
Having her sit me on her lap
Or alot of times her being mine guide,
Holding mine hand taking me places....

Well
I went and saw mine ( Golden gram's) today
And as I saw her
Oldened in year's,
I saw how much grandma wanted me to go out and see her rose garden out in her back yard....
As she showed me it first in her kitchen window....
I couldst telleth she was dying to go out, like a puppy...
Because looking out the window to see her purple rose,
Wasn't quite the same as being next to it...
And I remembered me being a boy at that moment..
Because grandma nagley wanted to go outside
Because mine father
And auntie was in the basement...
I was there to help her go outside...
To guide her as she used to me as a boy,
So she went looking for her shoes
( here's the part where I remember I used to be the child to her
Now she was to me in a cute way....
She went looking for her shoes
( due to her Alzheimer's)
Couldn't find them...
So I found them for her,
As I saw her struggle to get those shoes on her frail feet.
I told her
( grams)
Let me get those for thee....
I got on mine hand's and knees taking her slippers
Putting them on her feet one by one....
I felt like she used to,
As she used to do that for me...
As I knew she more than appreciated it.
Though I don't expect her to appreciate it...
It's just something a grandson shouldst do without having to think... Because she used to for me without thinking...
So me and her walked outside, I held her hand as she used to do me, as I was a guide for her to her rose garden. Her special place........ She stood by the garden with me showing me her little heaven, and with her still little girl smile, she glanced at me with all the world in mine gram's eye's... And I felt as a baby again, in the comfort of a familiar spirit I kneweth at a young age... As tis a few minutes later mine auntie Sandy told me to taketh her for a walk down the street and back... So I tooketh grandma's hand, as she did me as a boy. And walked down the street to the fire hydrant, and walked on back... And as I looked at her, she still had the *****, of a young teen she once was, though her age hit me when I asked her... If mine uncle hath been over lately... She couldn't remember who mine uncle was... She was just in the moment .. Living, breathing. Yet knowing who I was... How couldst she forget me, golden gram's is one of mine guide's, as I knoweth the next life, ( Golden gram's) wilt be awaiting me,
Wanting to showeth me heavens rose garden....

As tis
Today
Was a precious moment I wouldn't giveth up for nothing!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Dedication to grandma aka ( golden gram's)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
He's gone to a separate place,
A place that is numb....
He's left the building!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I kneweth a magical man
Only others wanted to know him
But who he wanted to know him
Kneweth him not!!!

He wrote this one
Who he wanted
To know him daily
Letters by the pounds!

His sorrows
He put in with blood
Sealed her letters
Of love
As he knew
A new tomorrow wouldst not exist

Because he Gaveth his all
Got nothing in return
She stayed her ways
His heart didst burn
Showed her openly
To this God forsaken world

Yet whilst in this all
She didint even notice!!!

He left hopeless

Left his last love letter
Upon her steps
Walked away in loneliness
As God saw the whole thing
Knowing the women hath messed up

So the unnatural fellow
Left all his love whilst the world could see
Yet the one he wanted to notice
She couldn't satisfy his needs

As broken and emptied he was

He saw all truth in a stratus
In a quick flash second!!

He was sick of her not showing him what he needed
He just hast had it!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Settle me down
Tuck me in;
Kiss mine cheek
Put me to bed.

ii.

Closeth thy lid's
Then I'll closeth mine;
Goodnight mine Jane
Seeith thee in the morn'

iii.

Goodnight
O' here cometh the sun;
Awake, awake,
Mine chosen one.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( pookie)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Good night to all thou HP members
I love and cherish all thy wonderful masterpieces and artworks
Keep up the heavenly writings
God bless
Goodnight!!!!!
Oh and if thou all wants a good laugh before bedtime or morning lol whatever time your in than just look at me profile pic on here you can puke and smile all at once ha!!!! Goodnight wonderful poets!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
For whilst I layeth down
And closeth mine ancient lid's....

I just wish mine amour' was here
To shelter me with her body,

To cuddle me with her kiss....




Goodnight HP family (;
brandon nagley May 2016
Beautiful thou art
Gorgeous majesty;
Dazzling thou art,
Mine Filipino dream.

Kind thou art-
Soothing mine aches;
Speaking to me in angel-tongue-
O' how I'm one, with thee mine mate.

Jane, mine Jane, I'll sayeth
It again, O' how I'm in love,
With thee mine best friend;
For we shant end, I'm thine-
Thine alone; as thou art mine,
Mine sun that shines, for verily,
O' verily, with thee I am home.

For if thou were never shown
And not given to me by God;
I'd be lost in a pool, of birth-
Pain's of death and loss.

Though we've payed ourn
Cost, of tribulation's-patience;
Mine love, mine dove- O' with thee
I'm in harmony, with thy heart as my
economy, flowing in abundance.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Thou-you.
Art- are.
Thee- you.
Sayeth- say.
Shant- shall not.
Thine- yours.
Verily- certainly- truly.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst standing their hugging.......

I slipped into her arms,
And got lost into her soul..

And no ,
I didst not try to escape!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

The breadth of her aura
Stretcheth like a veil;
From the philippines, she was created of tropical tree detail.

ii.

As one entereth her extrasolar city
Thou shalt findeth there's no need for the sun or the moon;
She is the light, the scintillate of star clustered room's.

iii.

Just beyond the river Jordan
Where stream's of heaven tint;
She's not for sale, she's the grail of the gate's of holiness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
Breadth means the width of something...
Extrasolar means outta the solar system something beyond.
scintillate means emit flashes of light or sparkle.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A blessing doth not cometh
By expecting that blessing,
A blessing cometh
Unearned and gracefully....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her name was graffitied on the wall!!!
                                                 (Queen )
                                 As I did it mine own self!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Leaveth me lay where I die
No apparel
Flowers to comb mine hair,
Skin of angel fair,

Leaveth me lie there
Coins in mine eyes
Like the Chinese tradition
Wherein I can sail down the coins rivers
Wherein pictures won't paint me
The land tis tasty
As purple tops
And loving spirits
Shall aquaint me
In a grand entry manner!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her gravity ****** me in soo deep,
  
I got lost

For her doth mine apparition she keeps so urbanely!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Exquisite inferno grip,
Canst thou holdeth mine hand and bringeth me adjacent to thine legs...
To locketh ring finger's
Connecting brain's.........
I shalt awaiteth as a ghost to his lost widow....
I'll bury mine head
Beneathe thy pillow
Longing back for thy affections....
Spiritual ressurection.....
As thine genious psyche is turned on just from me hiding.....
Though thou shalt let me out
A mut from his crate,
We shalt be sedated on fine date
Drunken by allegiance not in hallucinogenic form
But in authenticity's greatest law....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Waterfront oceanic plaza
Greecian shore taketh me in
Giveth me a smile
Taketh away mine sins
White ivory abode's
Poppies brighten the morning
European rose
Monk-shood
Wolfbane
Wraps around the hellinic bramble
Mine words are highly gambled
To the villager's upon
Shakespherian of dawn
For Greece kisses me sweetly
To their wine in younger bowls......

Greecian souls...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I miss Christmas time
When grandmother of greek blood
Showered us in ham gravy
And gaveth me love

As at that time
No one did mutter
No bickering
With eachother

Just tiding's of what's true!!!

A family of beau's
A household of many
No talking
None
Or few

For I must tell thou,

For Greeks are quite talkative
By nature!!!

As the cranberry sauce endeared us
The mashed potatoes were Greek in lust
And spirits were many
And happiness is trust

Henthforth

I miss it soo much!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
For tis I must sayeth
Tis I must indeed sayeth,
                                            For tis not money that is the world's downfall,
Tis the love of that green paper that is the ending of the world!!!
brandon nagley May 2016
Lambent lassie, how I needeth thee today,
I wilt be thy loving man, doing all that I canst;
To make ourn contour's swirl in a dance-
As we pass betwixt the seraphic
Trace. Chaperoned my darling,
Head resting upon head, inner-
Being in rapt, none feeling
Of dread. Mine pinkie do
I giveth thee, lock onto it-
And hold, rest thy fret inside mine chest,
Taketh a breath, inside this soul.
Kindred spirits way back from old, living young,
Homeward bound; igniparous by ourn kindling sound's.
O' fortitude wilt I hath when the time is not yet for meet,
Yet verily mine lass, tis one stroke of an hour we wilt greet.
If I hath to crawl the pit's of the abyss, slithering through the deep, if I hath to waken to a strange cosmic minute, or dieth a death of sleep. If I must endure the second's away from thee, only but for a lifetime, I'll patently awaiteth mine Jane, an eternity with thee by mine side. To glance in thy eye's and to hold thy hourglass waist, to kiss thine honey like a bee to a bloom, to maketh ourn bed upon white roses wherein spirituality is in tune. A bride and groom of times afore, we entered in by the portal of Yahweh's door, never to turn back; ahead we look on. Planting ourn pip's to what lieth ahead, happiness up upon the hill of ourn homestead. None alas expressions, for this place we art meant, together to be, mine baby, mine treat; of the patience we built up, ourn amour shant be in rent, as with the finest of spices I shalt lather thy feet.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
Lambent,-of light or fire) glowing, gleaming, or flickering with a soft radiance.
Lassie - just came as lass - means lady.
Thee+ you.
Wilt- will.
Thy-your
Canst- can.
Ourn - our.
Contours- shapes, figures, shadows silhouettes. Either one yet mean shapes...
Betwixt - between.
Rapt- having been carried away ****** or transported to heaven.
igniparous- bringing forth fire, ( very old word archaic)
fortitude- courage in pain or adversity.
Hath- have. Just as hast archaic second person singular present of have.
Verily, means truly or certainly or surely.
Thine- your.
Wherein- in which.
Afore - before.
Yahweh-Hebrew name for God just like Jehovah and elohim.
Pips- or pip, means seed.
Lieth- lies .
Alas- an expression of grief, pity, or concern.
Art- are.
Amour+ love.
Shant- shall not.
To be in rent last line. Rent means to be ripped as fabric. Not to be torn in half in other words. Rent is a rip in fabric.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Walking in the grocery aisle today
A shan't little place called ( aldi's)
Cheaper food I must say

I saw a man
An older man
Maby seventies or so
Well whatever age

This man I could tell
Could tell the wildest stories
As in his time
Maby he fought in a hellish hideous war

Maby world war two
Maby Korean war
Maby no war at all

The sleeves on his button up shirt said to me quietly
They whispered
MARINE!!!!!!

As I didint know why his sleeves were rolled up
Maby because he was just hot
I mean
The sun is blazing today like hell at night
Well anyways
Back to storytime
This man's harsh look told me
He hast seen a world of things
Us younger ones couldn't fathom or want to

I thought his sleeves rolled up showed he was a man
Who didint give two craps on what others had thought of him
And for that grocery shopping cool man
Kodos to thou dear sir
Kodos to thou!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst leaving the store
On the way home
Seeing stratus amuse me
And cumulus to fill the air

Passing down long country roads
BAM!!!
It smacked me as I saw all the little houses passing by
I realized at that time
How enclosed the world hast become
The tiny houses every five feet
Windows locked
Doors discrete
I realized in sadness
The world's isolated from another
Tuned into their own selves
Yet tuned outta society!!!
As the native yes had homes
They had t.p.s
Yet the native peoples were out in the open outside
With their kin
Sons
Daughters
Husband's
Wives
Mothers
Friends
They weren't locked behind walls of mortar and brick mansions
Closing themselves off to mother earth
For such a curse
To see this sad day
Wherein everyone is in solitude
Sadly displayed!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mine eyes
Grotesquely ripped out
For her to see mine view
Of how much I really love her
Tis
Tis true!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Such a rebel I am
Tis I say
Tis I must say
Tis I needeth to say

At 2:27 am
This cold blunt morn,

What other could I be?
Than a rebel,
As a grown man
Staying up past his curfew!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As one groweth older,
So doth their pain groweth to..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Bones
Wilt
Wake

Moans
Shalt
Scrape

Heavens empire!!!

Laughs wilt be squeels
Wheels shalt  turn dust
Babies wilt get no thirst
The ***** will loose their ****

Mothers shalt betray husbandman
Fathers to turn to housemaiden
Keepers will secretly watch

As secrets do liveth here!!!

Gangsters
Shalt turn to God
Good boys will turn devlish
Both becoming one as mobs

Notorious grubs!!

Excitement
They'll get by anarchy imprisonment
Delightment
Shalt be their worldly knowledge and kinships

Undertakers!!!

Open
Turned shy
Dead
Arrise
Blue
To black skies

As zombie robot moribunds they'll be
Whilst at their own funerals!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Calleth me crazy!!!
But I found that cure to cancer
What is it thou mayeth ask?

Its remedy cometh from Spain!!!

It's MI AMOUR',
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Row mine carcass down to the Shangri la valley's
Between the mountain's of amour'
Wherein peace floweth in mine essence
Through the heavenly gulley's
Wherein I'll meet mine queen of far shore
brandon nagley May 2015
Early rise divisions, bell already plummets the human brain. Lights so bright, no more godly insight, the backs whipped!still stuck on the train...
Ready to leave all possessions behind, wanting to go forward!!!
How designed are ridiculers when its thy grabbed goods they follow? Alls relentless, childish feuders start wars as mice like creatures scurry the shallow!
Gone, gone, gone out of this sacrificial mindless hope!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I was a gypsie from the sixties
A bandit of robbers train
A theif of jewels
Gold heirlooms and diamond doubloon

Hopeless romantic turned insane!!

I was cryptic as a monster
A myth of fairy tale
Eating moss and blue sky winery
A frog a snake and snail

I barefeet trotted
Amongst hippies and yippee freaks
A writer from the beginning
As Plato of mine country Greece!!!
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

Gyrating on the foam of love,
Ancient aisle's of white;
Passageway's, of midday
Blaze, mine queen and I
Art high in flight; we shalt
Maketh amour', in unknown
Door's, we entereth on inside;
We connect, on glory's speck,
In chariot's we blossom, on
Twilight rise;

ii.

Dancing gypsies, united eye's,
Cloud's with sun, rainbow shine.
Perfect harmony, O' wondrous
Heaven, she's the half of me, the
All of me, the number of God's
Daughter, the number seven;

iii.

Fulfilled I am, pleased the more-
With mine Reyna, O' Jane, O' Jane,
Mi-amour', I'll taketh that journey,
To thine Asian shore's, with a bed
Of silk, with gate's as door's; with
Pearl's that shineth, and rubies
the more- friendship, soulmateism,
On prism's that evince, who careth
Of the world mine lass, or whether
Their convinced; we shalt leaveth
Print's, of ourn hand's and feet,
They shalt discover ourn love,
In a treasure map keep. And
Whilst the globe sleepeth, we
Shalt be making amare; as newborn's
In a thunderstorm, the rain of passion
Strokes ourn hair.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Gyrating means like swirling around- like when dancing...
soulmateism - really isn't a word lol though seen on Google some use it as like a hash tag thing, im making it mine own word. As meaning soulmateism meaning two soulmates uniting in their relationship (:::
evince means- reveal the presence of (a quality or feeling).
Or also be evident of, or to indicate...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As we shalt both be unshamefully naked,
  
Under the crescent of Da-Vinci and Rembrandt Empyrean's,
Her dusk hair shalt guise me in envelope form,
As ourn benevolence shalt be ourn coverlet!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
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. . . .  .
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Misty hair
Of angels fair
Cimmerian astrals
To kings and empress's
Slaves to eachother
For as god to be the watchmen

Snow white
Of Spain
Calling
Her king again
Shy
But as for him
All open
In back door hush-hush
For their marble's meet
In focus!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Anyone can posteth a hallmark greeting,
Yet canst they tell the future
With prophetic meanings?
Always see soo many writings with no soul nor any real meanings behind them other than to rhyme and sound good,
But where art thou prophetic writers? Too many can make a good hallmark gesture,
But do you follow your own words!!
Just truth!!
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

Hallow thou art, mine
sacrosanct wayfarer;
Sacred heart, raiment
Of January's start,
Thou art the
Beginning
Of spring
And summer's sunshined arise in full-bloomed mesmerize.
The firth of thee, circulates inside of me.
O' Asian delicacy- thou art that righteous tree of
Life. For thine way's art insight's, ******* to the human thought, for thine countenance canst not be store bought. O' thy intelligence canst not be door taught. Destined Jane, O' foreordained, I knewest thee, thou knewest me, in bygone land's.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
wayfarer is a traveler, especially one on foot.
sacrosanct means holy.
Firth is-mouth of a river.
Raiment is ones clothing.
Bygone means- belonging to an earlier time.
Countenance is ones face or ****** expressions and features.
Hallow means- to make someone or something holy. Or something holy. Hallowed means past tense
brandon nagley May 2015
I do not just want to give one mine hand,
   I want to giveth one mine life!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Everyone points at the prophet
Til the prophecy comes true
Now their bowing their heads
On hands and knees to...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Were just Hansel and gretel

Leaving crumbs to find ourn way back home
Into eachother's arms!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I shalt taketh all her hurt and pain
Just to maketh her
Happy,
Once again.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Happy art thou who tradeth machinery for flesh lovers,
Happy art thou who push out technology for thine sisters and brothers!!!

Happy art thou who turn in gun's for roses,
Happy art thou who follow thy prophets, Abraham,Issac, Jacob,
Moses!!

Happy art thou who exchange war for true peace,
From west unto east shall thy binding's be treat's!!!

Happy art thou who give hugs and unforgiving kisses,
Happy art thou who miss someone, for I seek mine own Mrs!!

Happy art thou who travel carriageway,train,car, or van,
Happy art thou bikers who as free spirits ride the sands!!!

Happy art thou mother's who bear sacred children,
Happy art thou father's who giveth thy son's new buildings!!

Happy art thou man and wife to giveth thy other half thy self,
Happy art thou lovers,seekers,romantics ,went through heaven and hell!!!

Happy art thou lonlie's as' me
Us lonlies fly in the breeze,
Yet we are the ones at the top of the world's hill watching,
Watching,
Watching,

Afar off in the distance,

Waiting for god to take us home where we belong!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Even though he's a realist who seeketh real amour,
He's just happy and content for his friend
Who lives in her dreams...
For if he knoweth his friend is happy in her dream's,
That's all that matters to him
Her happiness!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Two words today
IM HAPPY (:
Not poem just truth lol I'm actually a pretty OK writer lol not this though
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She treateth me right
Unlike any other's....

An angel of light
A best friend and lover.  

She showeth me new
Wherein all seemeth old,

She sticketh by mine side
In mine hellish cell-hold...

For tis shes gold
I'm her silver.....

I am old
She's just a bit younger...

Though both essences
of long ago places

We cometh as we chooseth
To bypass hating faces....

We art us
Noone shalt copy...

Let the jealous
be jealous

We're just us
A happy stellar palace...

For we kneweth this long ago
We're not of this place...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I died for her
She dies for me
Tis,
A perfect harmony!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Queen of GOD
Harped angel of the unknown;
Awaken mine bones.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
I think three lines is a haiku lol oh well
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Where shalt there be one in mine time of sorrow?
A new day tomorrow,
And a night of affectionate cuddling!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Dunk mine head in the ocean
Split mine tongue to the red Sea
****** me with good emotion
I seeketh just one to touch me
To maketh me throb
With their soft untouched hands,
I  seeketh that angelic touch
Not one but both appendage's on mine stomach to land
Not to much to ask
Just a simple feel
Though I feeleth none flesh
Tis I knoweth the feeling is real...
I'm dying for it
Needing it
Like a calf to his mum
Hath I just gone crazy?
For what normal beings hath and want???
brandon nagley Jan 2016
ɨ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦath tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ tɦat ʍaɖɛtɦ tɦɛɛ աɦօʟɛ;
I ɦatɦ.

ɨɨ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ tɦat's ɮɛʏօռɖ sɨʟʋɛʀ aռɖ ɢօʟɖ;
I ɦatɦ.

ɨɨɨ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ աɦɛʀɛɨռ tɦօʊ ċaռst staʀɛtɦ ɖɨʀɛċtʟʏ ɨռtօ քaʀaɖɨsɛ;
I ɦatɦ.

ɨʋ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ ʊռɮօʊռɖ, aʟօʄt tɦɛ ɢʀօʊռɖ, ʄʀɛɛʟʏ sաɛɛt ɨռ sօʊռɖ, tɦʊs աɦɛʀɛ aʟʟ ɨs ʀɨɢɦt;
I ɦatɦ.

ʋ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst քօɛt, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ aċataʟɛքtɨċ, a քaռaċɛa ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɦօքɛʟɛss, a ʟɨɢɦt ɮɛʏօռɖ tɦʏ ʄօċʊs.
I ɦatɦ.

ʋɨ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʍaռ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ ʟɨҡɛ a ʟaʍք, tɦat ɢʟօաɛtɦ aʟʟ ռɨɢɦt, as tɦʏ աɨռɢ's taҡɛtɦ ʄʟɨɢɦt, tօ քassɛtɦ ċastʟɛ's ɨռ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt;
I ɦatɦ.

ʋɨɨ.

O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖ a ʟօʋɛ, a ʟօʋɛ ɮɛʏօռɖ ʍɛռ's ɨʍaɢɨռatɨօռ's, tɦat ʄʊʄɨʟʟɛtɦ tɦʀօʊɢɦ aʟʟ tɦʏ քatɨɛռċɛ, tɦat ҡɛɛքɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɨռ tʀʊɛ ɦaքքɨռɛss, aռɖ a sɛʀɛռɨtʏ tɦօʊ ċaռst ռօt ʄatɦօʍ; O' քօɛtɛssɛs aռɖ sċʀɨɮɛ's, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ɛʋɛʀ ʄօʊռɖɛtɦ tɦɨռɛ օռɛ aռɖ օռʟʏ aċʊsɦʟa, tɦɛ օռɛ աɦօ աɨʟt քʀօtɛċtɛtɦ tɦօʊ, aռɖ ʀɛʟɛasɛ tɦօʊ, ʄʀօʍ ɦɛʟʟ's ɢatɛs tɦօʊ ɦatɦ ɛռtɛʀɛɖ. O' ɖɛaʀɛst ʀɛaɖɛʀ, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ʄօʊռɖɛtɦ tɦat ɦɨʍ օʀ ɦɛʀ, tɦat ɛʋɨɖɛռt aʍօʊʀ'. Tɦat ҡɨռɢ aռɖ զʊɛɛռ, tɦat ɮօʏ օʀ ɢɨʀʟ, աɦօ's ռօt ʄʀօʍ tɦɨs աօʀʟɖ; tɦɛ օռɛ tɦօʊ sɛɛҡɛtɦ tօ ɦaʋɛtɦ ċɦɨʟɖʀɛռ աɨtɦ, tօ ʟaʏɛtɦ ɖօառ աɨtɦ tɦɛʍ ɨռ tɦɛ քaɨռ's aռɖ ʍɨst, ɨռ ʍaɖռɛss, sօʀʀօա, ɮʟɨss, աɦɛռ tɦʏ tɛċɦռօʟօɢʏ ɢɛt's sɦʊt ɖօառ, aռɖ tɦɛ աɨʀɛs aʀt քɨtċɦɛɖ, ռօռɛ ċօʍքʊtɛʀ's ʟɛʄt, aռɖ ռօռɛ ʍօʀɛ քɦօռɛ's, ɦatɦ tɦօʊ ʄօʊռɖɛtɦ tɦɨռɛ aɮօɖɛ աɦɛʀɛɨռ tɦօʊ ɮɛʟօռɢɛtɦ, tɦʏ ɦօʍɛ. Hatɦ tɦօʊ ʄօʊռɖɛtɦ tɦʏ sɛʟʄ?
I ɦatɦ.




©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( ʍʏ Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
Acataleptic in old tongue means- an ancient Skeptical view that no more than probable knowledge is available to human beings.. ( meaning to skeptical humans, something that is beyond human thought or thinking or human minds,, incomprehensible!!!! In other words to mens minds,,,)
Panacea means - cure to all things,,, all diseases cancers so on!!
Acushla in old Irish Gaelic means a few things, - it means- literally darling, also, in Scottish means pulse or vein in Scottish Gaelic!!! Like my pulse, my heart, my blood,?
This poems about me asking readers of this poem, have they or meaning have you found that person who's your all? If not I hope and pray you do, because I've found mine true soulmate, best friend . My lass, darling, my queen! As I'm her king! I found my true love I waited decades millenias for, ages for!!! I got her as god answered me with her in perfect time,,,how wonderful god is as he  answers prayers on HIS TIME most of time, sometimes our time we ask! But god doesn't work on mans schedule or always on our will. God Has his own will for us, if we always think why isn't god answering us, its because he does things to the good of him, for his purpose, not always ours, as we must be thankful whether in good or bad times! And surely I can't complain, gods always helped and answered me, maby not how I wanted the answer, or even in mine time, he does things according to his will, his time, and will do it his way!  his good will for him, and us, though sometimes many don't know that, or many forget that,,

The last line that says,
( hath thou foundeth thy self, I hath,
Meaning have you found your self in new form not old meaning...
Meaning that with jane! I found me., because me and jane are soulmates! Meaning we ARE ONE SOUL!! MEANING WE ARE ONE! So when I found her, I found me, if makes sense to you, because she is my soulmate, thanks for reading...
brandon nagley May 2015
Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy,
One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!!

I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook!

None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!!
Increment's of lip splurs...

A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!!

Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another...
Rustic in our nudeness!!!

Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken,
Engraved, our names on the oak close by!!

Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!!
Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!!

Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai,
I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
Bʏɢօռɛ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ
Hɨɖɖɛռ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ tɦɨċҡɛt;
Eʏɛ's քɨɛʀċɨռɢ ʟɨҡɛ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt քaռtɦɛʀ's
Tɦɛɨʀ ʄɛatɦɛʀ's, ċօʟօʀʄʊʟ, ʀɨɢɨɖ.
Tɦɛʏ sɛɛɨtɦ tɦɛ ɨռʋaɖɛʀ's
Cօʍɨռɢ ʊքօռ tɦɛɨʀ sɦօʀɛ's,
Tɦɛɨʀ ʄʀɨɢɦtɛռɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍɛtaʟ
Aռɖ ɦɛʟʍɛt's օʄ ɦɛʟʟ's stօʀʍ.
Tɦɛ ɖʀʊʍ ċɨʀċʟɛ stօք's
Tɦɛ ʍɛռ aռɖ աօʍɛռ stօք ɖaռċɨռɢ,
Tɦɛ ʄɨʀɛ ɮʊʀռɛtɦ ʟօա,
As tɨs ռօռɛ tɨʍɛ ʄօʀ ʀօʍaռċɨռɢ.
Tɦɛ Eʊʀօքɛaռ ɖɛatɦ ɮʀɨռɢɛʀ's
Tʀaʍքʟɛ saċʀɛɖ ɢʀօʊռɖ,
Tɦɛ ɢɦօsts օʄ օʟɖ
Iռɖɨaռ sօʊʟ's, ʍaʀċɦ աɨtɦ tɦɛ ʟɨʋɨռɢ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ
Tօ sɦaʍaռ sօʊռɖ's.
Dɛsɛċʀatɨօռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɢʊռ
Tɦɛ ɮʟօօɖ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sքɨʟt.
Iռռօċɛռt ռatɨʋɛs, օʄ tɦɛɨʀ օառ ɦօʍɛʟaռɖ,
Raքɛɖ, քʟʊռɖɛʀɛɖ ɨռ ʄɨʟtɦ.
Tɦօʊ ċaռst stɨʟʟ ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ Cʀʏ's օʄ tɦɛ ɮaɮɨɛs aռɖ աօʍɛռ,
As I ċaռst ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ աɦօ's ɮʊʀɨɛɖ ɨռ ɦɨs tօʍɮ,
Pʟaʏɨռɢ ɦɨs ʄʟʊtɛ aʟօʄt ɦɛaʋɛռʟʏ ċɛɨʟɨռɢ's.
As tɨs tɦɛ aʄtɛʀ-ɛʄʄɛċts ċaռst ɮɛɛռ sɛɛռ ʄʀօʍ aʄօʀɛtɨʍɛs,
Tɦɛ աatɛʀ's ʏɛʟʟօա, ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ ɨs sɦaʟʟօա, ʄɨʀɛs aʀt ɮʊʀռɨռɢ tɦɛ ʍօʊռtaɨռ's aռɖ Mɛaɖօաs, ʄʀօʍ tɦօsɛ ʀɨċɦ ʍɛռ աɨtɦ tɨռ-ʍɛtaʟ ɦat's; as tɨs tɦɛʏ sօʊɢɦt a ռɛա օʀɖɛʀ, as tɦɛ ʍɛɖɨċɨռɛ ʍɛռ ʄօʀɛsaա tɦɛsɛ atʀօċɨtɨɛs aռɖ sʟaʊɢɦtɛʀ's. Tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ քʀօքɦɛsɨɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍʊʀɖɛʀ օʄ tɦɛɨʀ աaʀʀɨօʀ's aռɖ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ's, as tɦɛʏ saաɛst a ռɛա աօʀʟɖ օʀɖɛʀ , ċօʍɨռɢ ɛʋɛռ at tɦat tɨʍɛ.



©Brandon Nagley
@Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Poem goes as such if you can't read fancy words loll...

Title is -hidden betwixt the thicket, lies the eye's of the tribesmen.

Bygone tribesmen
Hidden betwixt the thicket;
Eye's piercing like midnight panther's
Their feathers, colorful, rigid.
They seeith the invader's
Coming upon their shore's,
Their frightened of the metal
And helmet's of hell's storm.
The drum circle stop's
The men and women stop dancing,
The fire burneth low,
As tis none time for romancing.
The European death bringer's
Trample sacred ground,
The ghosts of old
Indian souls, march with the living tribesmen
To shaman sound's.
Desecration hath begun
The blood hath been spilt.
Innocent natives, of their own homeland,
*****, plundered in filth.
Thou canst still heareth the Cry's of the babies and women,
As I canst heareth the shaman who's buried in his tomb,
Playing his flute aloft heavenly ceilings.
As tis the after-effects canst be seen from aforetimes,
The waters yellow, breathing is shallow, fires art burning the mountain's and Meadows, from those rich men with tin-metal hat's; as tis they sought a new order, as the shaman prophesied of the ****** of their warrior's and daughter's, as they sawest a new world order, coming even at that time.
brandon nagley May 2015
Corner stopdrifters pass through thrift store buyouts, where rideouts convey nothing more than themselves. Nothing more than one's own self to manipulate court related laws, where blood written wrapped gaws separate the few.....
Terrible can be plenty, and situational flames do burn through!!! Two phone's you say for a hundred odd men? Where taxes go unpaid, your a monkey slave to bicurious amends.
Ghetto child smile, for theirs is much noticed, have we all lost our focus to get that quantam year?
Turn stains into Tear's you quartermaster head, befriender of black and red, speaker of thy dead, how georgiously enticing life can be if you choose it soo!!!!
Have you lost your blessed sight? Does your smell let you know? Can we grow when thine sun don't shine? When water turns to wine we end up at a crossroad!!!

A barrier of misinterpretation/......
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