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brandon nagley Aug 2015
The best thing to do
When the soul is in pain
Is to Helpeth another person;
It helpeth the other person
And thyself, at the same time.
Healing not just one, but two people.
Kindness, and charity, a healing elixir.........




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In our times of sorrow and depression I've realized the best way to heal and feel better of ourselves is to help another person because for one its how God wants us to be.. And two I love helping people and it will help and heal them IF and IF only they except the help if they don't we can't do nothing about it... But I just love helping others and it helps me alot and honesty the ones I try to help I wanna be there for because I care so much Maby I care alot but that's just the soul I am...anyways moral of story is just help another soul!!! It helps them and us!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
One canst tell another
I loveth thou ( sooo much)
Yet love from thy heart
And love from thine soul are two different things,
Because see as god taught
The heart knows not what it wants
The heart can lie to one
To us
So we must trust ourn souls love
And if thy soul tells thou that thou loves one
That is truest love!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Longing,
Knocketh on mine ventricle door;
Saying,
Wherein art thou?
Mine amour.
Wherein art thou?
Mine home
Mine abode,
Wherein art thou?

Tis,
      I don't knoweth
Sadly,
           I do not knoweth.....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Hoping to find one to love me in other words,....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
In a cage
Solitary confinement
I stareth out heartbreak hotel
I think Elvis is next to me
In this mirey hell.
I see Marilyn Monroe as well
And Anna Nicole
Their lost misfortunes
Playing at the bar ( 101) of old
They still laugh here and there
As they still canst figure their gone
As for me I'm not them
I'm just a guide spiritually hung...
I pilot them
Back to their old mansion's
I polite them
To fancies of of standup stand-ins
They loveth to heareth me sing
As I see them play and act
No more money shalt they bring
A homesick love map
A broken shack
With broken souls
Wherein mine poetry
They've made their home...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
That time in between
When we shalt try to showeth another ourm love
And we feel we didst not do enough or good enough,

And feeleth we've even done it the wrong way!!!


So heart wrenching!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?
brandon nagley May 2015
(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?
brandon nagley May 2015
Out of the dearthly mirely clay I was created!!!
                    Into the heavens above I will be sedated!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
At mine bedside,
Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

If thou hadst heaven in the palm of thine hand's
Wouldst thou not cherish that heaven;
That love.

ii.

If thou hadst an angel in thine midst
Wouldst thou holdeth it closely;
To never let it go.

iii.

If thou hadst thine soulmate after a million year's waiting
Wouldst thou grabbeth it up;
Not questioning nor debating.

iv.

If thou hath found paradise
As I hath;
Wouldst thou treat him or her like a king or a queen? Or a material thing.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Question is this,.. Do you treat your woman as a slave men? And a material thing? And just someone who's there next to you while your forgetting what's important?
And women the man next to you... Do you treat him as a king? Like a human being! Someone who does more than just pay your bills ? Loyal to him? Same for you men.... Question is do you treat your woman and man as a king and queen, for both men and women. No partiality here,... As tomorrow might not come... Remember what's important!!! Your loved ones..,, not the world and its materials.. The point I'm saying is if you had heaven finally in your palms.. ( your loved one) would you cherish it? That's the question...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine oriental darling
Is mine Asian repunzel;
She was created by God's finger's,
Etched by heavenly pencil's.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
I know,
I know in this time alone, I have mine own journey!
No doctors, no more attorneys to cringe your bowel movements!
Pure innocence to recapture me!!!
To rapture me with saints garbed in white cloak..
Where quiet smoke is virtue hand created...
Tumbled, faded I'm ready to leave this billowed curse!
A golden structured church....
For wings will I have where no one may judge me, begrudge me, and point fingers when its themselves they point back at!!!
No more time to keep, no stories to weep, as our television's update us on newest war trend!!!
A new beginning, no end,
These wings will fly distant galaxies between the speckled dust.
brandon nagley Feb 2016
i.

Creation's not of mistake, nor of
Natural selection, we art not of
Darwinian theory, nor of
temporal direction.

ii.

We slumbereth neath the
gipseian bleujaday, captured
By the great painter's hand;
King and queen of the mid-
Night crave, wax of glim's
On crystal stands.

iii.

Eurasian ether, creational
Blend, the mountain's do
Shaketh, when heavesia
Commends.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
©Lonesome poets poetry
Natural selection- is The theory of its action was first fully expounded by Charles Darwin and is now believed to be the main process that brings about evolution.
Darwinian theory -Darwinism is a theory of biological evolution developed by the English naturalist Charles Darwin and others, stating that all species of organisms arise and develop through the natural selection of small, inherited variations that increase the individual's ability to compete, survive, and reproduce.. ( a man who had none god) not me!
Temporal- has to do with the world. Wordly things..
Gipseian- relating to gypsies.
Bleujaday- is a word I made up on mine own, it means in the blue of the day, or blue day. I meant blue day.
Glims- are ancient candles or lanterns.. Archaic word.
Eurasian- mix of european and Asian parentage.
Ether- the clear sky; the upper regions of air beyond the clouds.
heavesia is another word I made up- it means.. Heaven and Asia coming together... (::::::
Commends or commend- praise formally or officially. ( praises)
brandon nagley Mar 2016
i.

Today, O' today
I got her letter in the mail;
Filled with pictures of mine
Queen, she sent me
Poems done by me, in her
Calligraphy.

ii.

Today O' today
I got lipstick kisses on
Her notes, the red stood
Out of all she wrote;
As her amour was
So fine.

iii.

Today O' today
Anon mine spirit's soared,
That fashionable vellum
O' I adored. O' Jane Sardua,
O' Jane of Earl. O' rose of Asia;
The Luzon's pearl.

iv.

Today O' today
I smiled again, because mine lover,
And mine best friend. Her ardent sonnet
Displayed her touch, grabbing mine soul,
In heaven's blush, silently tear's came to
a rush; from joy's overtaking.

v.

Today O' today
O'er the blue, I made mine stay.
Consatero, ah veray,
Queen Jane, Queen Jane,
Of Asia's praise;
Today O' today
How I fell in
Love again.


©,Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Vellum- smooth writing paper...
Anon- at once, or immediately.
Blush- not of embarrassment... Meaning as of color...
O'er- over in archaic form .
Consatero- is a word I created meaning... ( blissful in sound and color)
Ah veray - is another word or words put together meaning- ( venerated ( meaning regard with great respect) and elevated in honor and glory ..

Note- I made this poem about the amazing love letter Jane sent me in the mail. The old fashioned way of sending love if ones far away how it used to be sent and still should be sent. Though everyone's so inter-web connected now they've lost touch with humanity in themselves and others... As big reason I took break from poetry sometimes we need it. Now I'm back. Plus I've been sick lately and not doing best but I'll be OK with God with me... Jane sent me a lovely envelope an envelope I've never seen before with a beautiful skin texted layer... Her handwriting is so beautiful, and her message in the two page letter touched mine soul where I did have tears because seeing how much she loves me really makes me feel blessed again and again daily!!! And she sent me three pics... Older ones. One of her as she was a little girl. One during elementary school and a later one... Alll so beautiful and queen like!! And she is a well know calligraphist and getting better by the day. Though really a starter shes already professional as she's getting professional lookers looking her way ... Calligraphy is the old fashioned style handwriting practiced from long ago. Like the beautiful old way of writing you used to see in poetry. She sent me poems that are mine own poems though handwritten in her calligraphy!!! Such a gift it was as I was very down yesterday and this was a pickmeup!!! A blessing!! And a treasure I will cherish until we meet and beyond!!! Thank you so much mine Reyna Jane... Soulmate... Best friend!! Lover...alll... My àgapi mou. Zoi mou, anasa mou!!!m se letrevo queen!!!!!

Note - wanna follow Jane and her calligraphy on Instagram you can find her I believe at yellow_majesty or Earl Jane sardua maybe that is try Earl Jane Nagley... But try yellow_majesty first. Also Earl Jane Nagley on fbook. To ask her for info on her calligraphy... As she needs support ... Thank you friends!! And thank you for all of your support!!! (:::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Man built his babbled tower
As it was bound to falleth
And once again
Man builds babbling towers all over this planet
And once again shalt it fall to hellion ashes!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Demon's maketh beasts of men
Whilst men maketh angels of demon's...
Wherein both man and demon are brute beast's
Henthforth their god they maketh deceit
The only difference between the two is.....

Man has skin for a cover
Demons haveth scales

Both rotting hellish shale!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Those scaley hellion
Thou sayeth
That thou knoweth hell?

Until a demon whispers
Into thy ear,

I'm gonna **** thou!!!!

And those are words

One canst ever forget!!!

Yet when mine protectors
Enter into their midst

Those demons
Always get blinded by their unearthly apparel!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I seeketh one to telleth me hello every 'morn'
I hateth goodbye's...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Taking a pill
Is a wonderful warmth
That explodes in the back of thy eyes,
Moving throughout the whole body like a blanket,
Except it's just temporary
A falsehood...
In actuality,

It's hell releasing itself into thee.....
An opiatic demon.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Who kneweth?
That a peasant
Such as mineself

Could be a blubbering
Head over heels baby

In just twelve days of time!!!
Ive lost mine mind!!
()::::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Henthforth,
I shalt travel to worlds and back
Henthforth,
I shalt find that diamond Queens shack
Henthforth,
The tide shalt wave her lips
Henthforth,
I shalt wrap her alien hips
Henthforth,
I shalt fly a many miles or walk
Henthforth,
Actioñs better, talk is cheap if thou canst talk
Henthforth,
I shalt caress her lost desires
Henthforth,
Two flames stoked in heated fire
Henthforth,
She shalt stroke mine coldened hands
Henthforth,
Tis to keep searching
I'm a fool to try and understand!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
When I looketh into
Mine reyna's Asiatic telescope marble's
I canst seeith, all of God's creation;
And all the time I seeith
Shooting stars
Passeth by
As the comos
Is full
Of life.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

Two entities, henceforth defying gravity, afloat insanity; we art passed that point. We art crazed, a duo insane, madly in love to the brimful. We art unknown to the world, extramundane pearl's, connecting to maketh the same link.

ii.

Roses yellow, aloft the meadow's, on one knee I bow, to taketh a ring, sunshine gleam; to slip onto her finger, whilst choir's sing loud.

iii.

Into her iris, I swirleth around, I sink into comfort, her pupil's art made of mystical realm's. A kingdom of Jane, wherein mine heart Pound's, because her beauty is woven into mine soul and back out.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Her Spanish chariot is all I needeth,
For her mine soul is living
For her mine soul is breathing,
For her....

I liveth...
For ELSA (mi amour')
I canst not hideth mine love
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Her countenance shone
As if a million sun's;
Warming mine soul
Heating mine abode.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Hermit *****
Seem to be the new ( norm) to thy society,
Hidden...
In fear
And cloaked by smiling shells...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When she taketh on all the pain and all the hurt from the world,
Her tears art mine night time....

Whenever she smileth and canst be that little Spanish happy girl,
Her happiness is mine daylight divine...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

At the fore of the gateway
Precious stone's exhibited;
Her beauty and grace.

ii.

A crystal shined gold
Floweth from her soul;
Mine soulmate of heaven's place.

iii.

From her feet
To her waist;
A wine of jasper grape's.

iv.

Inside her ambience rested
Sapphire, chalcedony
Emerald, sardonyx
Sardius, chrysolite
Beryl, topaz,
Chrysoprasus,
Jacinth,
Amethyst.

v.

I was awestruck
God gaveth me unadulterated holiness;
I am verily hooked
To mine queen, mine Jane, mine happiness.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Her smile is mine life
Her life is mine smile...




©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...

And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her roots stretcheth back
To tribal times;
As tis she is a tribal girl
Wild, raw, ****, tropical,
Her wild eye's like a panther's at night
Turneth me on;
As tis I seeith the primal nature of them
Pierce right through mine soul....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
brandon nagley Feb 2017
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad; who hast hurt his blessing of a queen.

Tis I am just a man, a sinner, a prehistoric bringer; of sorrows
Where bird's dont sing.

O' wretched man I am; overlooking this perfect flower, she's arrayed as a petal neath the tropical hours.

O' im just the rain that brings the flood of many woes.

I wish, O' how I wish, I couldst pour all contentment and merriment into her lonesome soul.

Tis she's the rainbow, I the dusky storm. O' how her glow maketh mine day's liveable; O' how her voice is opulent galore.

If only she knew, she is mine better, mine best; mine breath of yellow dew.

Though I've not shown her the worth that she is; mine trials and tribulations hast become
mine abyss.

Though I shalt get through
This passage of gloom.

With God All is possible;

Even being set free from this tomb.

Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad.

Who if couldst wouldst start all afresh; re-giving mine love, and to get all mine best.

How a simpleton ive been;

To not seest heaven's eastern gem, glimmer her perfect wing's, for mine foolishness, these word's shalt I sing.

(Goes into song form, words "I love you jane, please forgive me" sung in spanish, greek, cebuano, tagalog/filipino).......

(Spanish)
Te amo jane,
por favor perdoname.

(Greek)
Se 'agapó Jane,
Se parakaló synchóresé me.

(Cebuano)
ako nahigugma kanimo Jane,
palihug pasayloa ako.

(Tagalog/filipino)
Mahal kita jane,
patawarin mo ako.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication (agapi mou dedicated)
This is not a normal poem dedicated to Jane of course all my works are archaic/ancient style as truly you can say im not one from this millennial time or even this century or past centuries time,  but this is a poem until it gets to the last four lines which are not spoken but sung by me as its a poem yet a song at the end where I use the words ( I love you Jane, please forgive me) I sing those four dialects in spanish tongue, greek tongue, cebuano tongue (in Philippines) and janes main tongue tagalog (Filipino dialect) if want to hear poem as is can hear on sound cloud, under my name Brandon nagley and under this poem title: her worth is worth more than a poem.

Word meanings:
Tis:it is
Thou:you
Sayest: say.
Hast: has.
Couldst: could.
Maketh) makes or make ( I use it as makes).
Mine: my.
Wouldst: would.
Simpleton: foolish person.
Seest: see.

Wrote this few days back finally did rest of it (:
If wanna hear actual version hear on soundcloud under my name the spoken/sung version of it under its title,
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The world hath gone back to the time of the ancient Romans as I noticed man doth get his sick kicks out of seeing another murdered, beaten, robbed, violence guru's!!! These beasts I seeith art what thou calleth humans, yes humans!!!
As in the last few days I've really been thinking of what man hath done to this rock ( I'm just visiting until mine return home). How he hath barred it with fences. How he hath blundered it by poison, bombs, weapons, disease, hate, no love to be found other than only in a few left....  See I live in these apartments, with a river behind me. With trees All around me and a river behind mine apartments ...and the river hast islands around it going back to the time of the Shawnee Indians also known as Miami Indians.... I hear those heavenly birds outside mine window daily and I see the beautiful greenery wrapping around mine building... Than I go down to the river and see how amazing the beauty is other than the disgusting brown river created by beast's chemicals dumped into it by the glass factory down the road that shoots up million miles worth of smoke!!! Anyways back to story... I hear those God created birds hum for me daily.. And all the little creatures I feed just down below our porch.... Cats, racoon's, squirrels, possoms, skunks, sometimes coyote, all creatures.... Than I think of what man is doing... Destroying mine green land.. Destroying our weather.. Governments using ( DARPA) governmental agency that controls weather) to control weather and bring storms in thy humans only planet to take care of!!! As man dirties Rivers...  Smokes the sky with pollutant molecules... And poison's the water and their own people whilst controlling those people , I canst help but to feel indignation...as thee humans doth haveth. Though God whispers to me and said to me...

Son,

It shalt all be renewed soon.
No more men's hurt to their planet
Not their brothers
sisters
Moms
Dads
Lovers....

It shalt all be made pure soon
Mine child...

As at the time I smiled
And said
I know father
I know..
brandon nagley May 2015
Where is that lover in the black dress? One not of worldly dispair, one of makeup made from queen like caress.
Where is the string player? The dream slayer amongst devils of men, beyond cremation of friend's. For words art just meaning's of all seeming realities of cape fear! No desires ever met, for this one truest of death surely draweth near.
Like liquid to the needle, like wings on the Beatle, air conditioned rooms made from doom, I bleed out prophetic tears!!!
Images of ashy mascara currupts human time, queen of black, sits on back cracking fingers in glue like slime!!!
An actualiser, say adieu to morning glory faces. Painted on places to canvasses of darkened boutique....
The administrator,a navigator gather all on cloudish cobblestoned paths, much more than an assembly....
Babiche laces rambling to the dark souled queens Victorian skin!!!!
Axer thy taste towards her, the one owned by no one!!!! The one adored...

She whistles to heartbrakes destruction...... ( la,LA,LA,LA....she's the only one awake amongst those who snore....


©Brandon Nagley
©Prison poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Poetry written in prison. Old poetry... Prison poetry..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The greatest mysterie's art not lost to mankind;
Their hidden, by rich, greedy, money hungry control seeker's.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The world seeketh one to telleth them sweet lies
Though when truth rears its quiet head
The people hide!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
At high noon,
In the old western town
They strung me up
And let the floor down....

The charge....
Being a hopeless romantic....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
It's nice for a time
To not get high on some drag pill,
For music is making me ******....
I'm getting mine fill....
brandon nagley May 2015
Harmonious chapters of blank page nights,
Halloween soon around the bend, all beauty comes to and end in here, it suits you for social daunt freight!!!!

Bald currupters stareth down your colleagues path of discourse,
Mellow breaks to cellos own silence,
Malice comes in remorse!!!!

Taint mercury water,
Dew is pasteurized ,
All gets criticized when it's your self led to hence slaughter!!!

Sharia law drastically overtakes these black widowed spidered bunks,
Politics are in the roles.....

Pipes to glass, as thy glass flows to bowls!
This indefinitely is not thy warm wanted heaven!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Au'gur away thy esprit auditor of breaking news
Chooseth thy own bereavement Augustinian of lime gleam
Coadjuvent parties
Clustered like dried peanut's....
Crazy nuts,
Cuspid cupids
Fike between afterlife portals,
Dying to subliminal
Hind-ward half topped
Hill'man to forage the forest's of earth's end!
None amends,
As tis
The globe hath been cut by strings
Hildings hold revolver suitcases
Carrying their once apparition
That rollicked so advisedly!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
They say history repeats itself,
Tis it does....
Yet the books are now bound to be closed...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Her interweb profile
Canst sure pulleth a man in......
And hogtie him..
brandon nagley May 2015
Holiday cheers, the spirits now here to up the downpit moods! Where *******'s go singers, and companionship is far beyond due!

Stringed up longing, stuffed feathered innocent pleasures where the gravy spells of finer of many dinings!!

Bring good tidings you attitude bringer, you dope sick slinger, thine gun has drawn itself to fast!!!! Parties awake the deadened vines, where ghastly projectors contract the powers of unearthly glass!!!

The world moves to slow!, STOP, look ahead fantasizer, the escalated wheels to fast!!!

Sodomatic beauty, input newbie, your thistles are spreading the fences, where trashcans and benches distinguish flawful fate!!!

A fulfillment of vows, a timeless volgate. Proverbial collection's detest the furnaced crucible, where Loophole's are bound and bagged to be stench!!!!

Glider of turbulance, father of remembrance, forget what thine holy teacher has taught you to be???
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maby I'll maketh mine way to Hollywood
Wherein all the other freaks and villain's reside....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I seeith the ember's
Over the affluent man's head,
They hideth their treasure's
Underneath their Bunker's and beds...
Feeling alive
Their soon to be dead
I'll be in the cloud's
The widow's and hungry need fed.
Let the planet be filled
With its own spit
They've forgotten love
And it's themselves they forget...
Putting time into money
And money into time
Locking innocent's in jail
Whilst doing evil crimes
The time hath come
The red doth run
No more laughter
And no more fun...
The rioter's loot
The anarchist's gun....
The bomb's shalt explore
Their minds to implode
Wherein the devils will falter
And the veil wilt collapse
No media attendees
Wilt giveth their stash
All to be hidden
Though opened by all
Their secret's revealed
In a holy flaw
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.

The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.

Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.

Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Just good story writing not meant for noone
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Quote#1- Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And Seventy-five Autumns. When you look at it like that, it's not a lot of time, is it? Don't waste them. Get your head out of the rat race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what's important now. Right Now. This very second. And I'm not saying, drop everything and let the world come to a grinding halt. I'm saying that you could become a seeker. You could be loving more. You could be taking some chances. You could be living more. You could be spending more time with your family. You could be getting in touch with the part of you that lives instead of fears; the part of you that loves instead of hates; the part of you that recognizes the humanity in all of us. And I tell you, That's where you're fortunate..


Quote #2- Your good is Better and your better is Blessed!...
Ricky Hayman (Jeff Goldblum), an executive at a home shopping network, is on the verge of losing his job. Sales are down under his leadership, and his boss wants to replace him with his rival, Kate Newell (Kelly Preston). But then Ricky meets an interesting man named G (Eddie Murphy). On a whim, he puts G on camera, and sales begin skyrocketing. But, when the job starts to take its toll on G's formerly enlightened demeanor, Ricky begins to question whether he has done the right thing
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.

ii.

An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.

iii.

We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.

iv.

As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I miss mine homie,
Who in the world's name is homie? One mayeth ask.....
Well homie
Is mine old German Shepherd.....
Dad named him that
Funny yes I know.... Long story ....
And though I haveth many Angel's here on earth......
Homie,
Was mine true pet angel....

He always watched out for me when I was around nine years old.
And when one day,
At mine birthday party...
Mine friends tried to be OK with homie,
As me and homie were soulmates friend and being wise...
So mine friend's tried to feed homie through his fence hotdogs,
Like I did with no problem...

And mine old buddy Danny found out.
Homie didn't eat hot dog's
Unless I Gaveth them to him ....
Me, his best friend and soulmate!
Fed them to him....
As I saw homie ready to rip Danny's hand off...
I just chuckled and told homie...
Down boy down...

Homie always listened...
He was mine soulmate....
My do I miss mine homie...

As I remembered one day coming home from school...
Mum picking me up from that young learning center,
She said son I got something to tell thee,
On the way home...


(Yes mum)
I said...

Well,
Homie died
I found him whilst thou was at school son...
( said mum)

I couldn't say nothing
I think I just said really?

As mum told me
He was found in his doghouse
Curled up
Dead.....

I questioned her?
Where is he mother?
Wherein did thou layeth his body mum?
I asked....

She told me she had taken him to some place about fifteen minutes away,
And buried him in some wood's....

I wasn't angry with her.
Nor even father,
I was hurt because I didint get to see his body...
I was hurt because I told mother and father all the time...
Bring him INSIDE!!!!!!
When it got cold...
As I remember it was cold
And snowing when he died........

Yes I understood homie was a big dog
And couldst be a little wild at times....
Though we had a basement
With rooms in that basement
And couldst haveth put a cage down there....

So I felt horrible I didint just bring him in
Even though they thought it was fine to stay outside
During winter......

Mum thought he was poisoned
By someone putting something in his food....
My opinion is he died alone,
When I was gone,
And froze to death....
Don't like thinking of it...
I just miss him to mine soul!!!!!!!!!
I forgive mum and dad not angry,
Just canst waiteth to see mine angel again...

R.I.P homie baby boy...
See you in heaven (:
Miss mine puppy who didint look like a puppy lol rip homie baby (): /
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