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brandon nagley Jul 2015
she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .
brandon nagley Aug 2015
As tis I walked the wood's
Alone and afraid;
I hath found a honeycomb
As the honey drips, from mine sweet Jane.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her honey,
       I shalt slurp dry from her well!!!!
       Dejuicing her nectar,
       We shalt both get ourn fill!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She adsorbed me in her secretion
As I got obscured inside her mire,

Whilst Hooked to flaming fire!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.

ii

The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.

iii

Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.

iv

Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.

v

Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
How foolish for a hopeless romantic to try to rush love,
How dare they!!!
Guess I'm just a pure hopeless romantic!!!
Tis
I do hate patience...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
A true hopeless romantic doesn't care what others think
Of his one quadrillion poem's a day
For his (mi amour'.....)
It's not for them anyway's.......
As tis for her ...

As that's true love!!!
Just doing,
Not thinking....
And not caring what others may thinkest!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If only I could showeth her all of mine love
I'd rip out mine heart
As the blood would be its amount of mine affections,

As the vial would fill up a whole swimming pool!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Wistful
In mine hospital bed
Seeking and yearning
Mine queens crowned head!!!

Seeking her voice
Tis the only one that comforts
She's mine queen
Mine all
Mine life
Mine soul
Mine gold
My beau
Mine view
That for a whole day
I couldn't
Smell it
Touch it
Taste it
Heareth her
But I confess

I needeth her!!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Ferine ferdelance Gambol's to mine weeping;
Tallon's of reaping, taketh all goodness left from me.

Canst one seeith?
The light that speaketh inside me?
Canst anyone heareth?
Mine galvano scream's?

Tis,
Regular's twas I whom was not meant for,
For the store hath a stock of regulars;

Yet none angelic being's
To host mine table......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Old poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Humbled
I boweth mine knee,
Seeking one
To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings....

Blasting off
In hott sensuality!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Hot day corrosion- by me... Sweaty confusion dampers the thought of many, some empty some friendly!!!day rise to sunset sensual...
Mutual attraction_ where art tho to make tea for with cubes of ice? No wrong all right. !!!A cooling glass with a northern chill...get your fill..
The wooded steps seem pearly beaded, brown rotted and greeted! With watchers at the bottom......
Some areas you can walk out a foot, others eight to ten...riverbank bend!!!
Take me downstream you goddess bleached in tithing bush...our souls with turn to mush, five we may be again? How a loving thought eh?
Born tomorrow, I died today! For the clock strikes almost 12!!!!!!! Ding!ding!ding!ding!

Silently midnight approaches and no lover in sight! Could the map quest be broken soo soon?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
One day
When they maketh love once they meeteth,
Their excretion
Shalt fall like midnight deluge

Heavy and hott!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We got lost in the sweltered heat,
And yes
We made the best out of it!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Spanish eyes
Spanish legs
Spanish mind
Spanish bred
Spanish tongue
Created slathered
Spanish wonder
Spanish alter
Spanish skin
Spanish kin
Spanish kids
We shalt haveth them
Spanish strands
Darkened musk
**** sweet
Sweet as moonbeam lust
Spanish house
Casa ourn home
Spanish pensamientos
Spanish dieta
Spanish she is
Spanish overtaketh me
Soo hott!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou living in pleasure's;
Or materials.

What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou wearing a mask;
Putting on a good smile, screaming inside.

What doth thou doeth in thine spare time?
Doth thou hurt other's;
Taketh to never giveth, getting rich off poor and blind?

What doth thou feeleth dear friend?
Doth thou not realize, wordly pleasure's only last a second;
Until thine end.

What doth thou heareth O man?
The music to loud on thine speaker's;
Blocking out God whilst thou canst?

What art thou drinking oh brother?
Alcohol to dilute thee;
A well from God floweth much better.

Wherein is thine wife O mate?
O thou art not at thine abode;
Cheating again, with a hot date.

Wherein doth thou investeth thine time?
Material's that dissapear, putting loot into stock's and shares;
Loosing thine wordly mind?

Wherein art thy children?
Left all by their self, thy wife not getting help;
Whilst thou hath put them on the dusty shelf.

Doth thou even knoweth where thou art going?
When thine heart's pulse stoppeth;
There's a heaven and hell, beast's in cell's, where thy skin fryeth.

Doth thou taketh thing's for granted?
Living today as if there's another;
Forgot thy sister and brother's, as art purpose here is love.

Didst thou knoweth?
Thine sin's canst be forgiven, with the last day's to thee given;
Wilt thou except the creator's grace? Or turneth away?




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
How god?
Why God?
How is it thou hast sent me an angelic being whom I don't even deserve?
How is it god, thou hast sent me one unknown to this earth?
How is it God? When I'm the monster, and she is a holy scepter scultped by thine own hands.......
How is it God, thou hath sent me one, a being of light when I'm the sinful one....
How is it father?
Because she deserves better than me!!!
Didst thou send her to the wrong one???
Why didst thou chooseth a peasant Greek?
Though I'm not complaining!!!!!!
I'm more than verily blessed...
I promise God to treat her,
As an angel with every last breathe !!!!

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thou art addicted
Aren't thou?
To H.P that is....  

I canst lie,
Me to (:
It's as if we all take a handful of H.P pills daily to get our fix lol
I'm a silly man aren't I ha!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She's a poetic of H.P
An addict best believe
Waketh at night to get her fill
3 am to read those thrills
She says to me (I'm going to bed)
Most of the time
Yet wakes instead
***
As I said
An addicted fien
Loving poems of H.P
Though tis I'm her
Tis she's me
Tis she's mine
Though tis she's free
Tis she's fine
The finer decor
Spanish album
Of music stores
Starbucked ******
To get her fix
She waketh up
SHE NEED'S IT QUICK
Yet also for me she sticks
Around all day
She say's she is not obsessed
Though one should seeith mine way
For she's hooked
On me that is
She doth know
I'm her Mr
She's mine Mrs
For this is short and simply funnily sweet
She's mine queen
Of candy treats
As tis she knows
This is pure fun
I loveth mi amour'
Mine choosen one...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
For all you reading me autobiography writings there are four parts so can't read one and say you know me lol gotta read all

Your friend BRANDON
brandon nagley Aug 2015
HELLO POETRY;
A HoDgEpOdGe of poetic heaven.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The best part about poetry
Is not even having to write ourn own poem's
But just relaxing back.
And reading all the other amazing poet's on HP....
Lovely indeed....
And so
Inspiring.


©Lonesome poets poetry
©Brandon nagley
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Colloquial poets
The ones of (H.P)
Coherent mad hatter's
Their words
Shalt maketh one
Laugh, cry, happy or bleed
Sad!
Indeed!!!

H.P
brandon nagley Jul 2015
So everyone here knows frank ruland aka ormend made other profiles now.  One is bear dove... The other he made a parody profile of me called Brandon nagley parody page so plz ignore Him

Thanks
The real BRANDON Cory NAGLEY
brandon nagley Jul 2015
So you all know Bryce Hellion Christiansen is another profile now for one of the trolls


Thanks brandon!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
An angel deserves another angel
Not a human mess!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him. 
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
1-When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.........

#2-The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

#3-The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.

#4-“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#5-We can't stop here, this is bat country!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#6-We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of *******, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of ***, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#7-“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#8-Hallucinations are bad enough. But after awhile you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip-the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#9-“We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#10-“With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

#11-The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Can anyone tell me why hunger s. Thompson isn't on HP poets or writers when you search for them lol I love his fear and loathing work especially with Johnny depp playing him mine fav actor amazing !!!!! Mine fav quotes from his #5 and 6 and 7 and 9 and 11 lol love it
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose
Was falling deep into her slumber;
I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state
I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake.

ii.

In the midst of this hallucinatory reality
I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality;
The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me
Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ?

iii.

As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font
From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream?

iv.

Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last;
As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine.

v.

Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's;
The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called?

Ivi.

Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
True story... While between sleep and awake while watching Jane sleep last evening, the words loud yet soft spoken said to me
( Brandon, do you wanna come home? Or are you ready to come home but I think first thing I said... Lol then after the words do you wanna come home.... In a singing different angelic song they sung... TO JESUS CHRIST!!!! Wowww that woke me up from mine intermediate sleep loll umm honestly not ready to go back yet yes do wanna be in heaven now and escape this horrible world.. But I have so much more to change about me and help more people out and do stuff with mine queen Jane like meeting her so definitely not ready yet though as anyone should know... It's not up to us when we wanna go back home always or die... As our dear poet Ernest knew .. When God wants us he takes us plain and simple.... I know even when I get into that cycle of sleep when happens every soo often even stuff like that doesn't happen... I deeply believe one of mine protectors whether a family member or an angel most likely one or the other asked me last night that question in mine sleep.. Then that singing came in angelic and I was awake after lolll so yeah... Always pay ATTN.. as angels and demons more than exist.. Demons I
especially know much about being literally ( physically attacked) by them daily...  For those who wanna scoff and mock really don't care I've shown Jane this while talking with her one minute next I'll show her fresh scratch big and long on mine body! Or wherever they scratch... It's a constant thing... Why you ask? Demons hate hate hate see anything to do with Christ and Christs father... Especially Christ.. Though I sage mine house alot as does !mum.. And pray alot for Christ to make them go then they always leave.. They hate hearing his name.. They don't care to hear any other name that you might call on.. Noone else will protect you.. But they know Christ is the only one.. The PROTECTOR!!! And hate it when you say his name then they leave.... Thanks for reading..
hypnagogic state- means the place between sleep and wake.. Like paralysis in a way...
brandon nagley Oct 2015
I am whole, one, contented and buoyant; as fulsome light I smile.

I'm crazed for her, craveth her I do; her slaver, her sable hair.

Her touch, her feel, her radiance; maketh me trance, hypnosis.

I was earthbound in mine bygone hour's, now elevated, towered.

She taketh me to unknown river's of life, a king, queen, man wife.

Thus wherein all is right, a perfect flight to peace and safety.

Mine Filipino baby, lifegiver to those whom hath none breath.

The only queen, within mine dream's; she heard mine screams.

And tis she's safety, from the bad in-between; mine Earl Jane.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Stardust
Spilleth from her mouth;
Ancient musk
Perfume's her house.

ii.

bewitched I am
By her casting wand;
Exploded universal
One holy bomb.

iii.

The atmosphere boweth
To her entrance;
Aligned in alabaster
Milky way invention.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedicated
brandon nagley Jul 2015
To clear the tears from mi amour's eye's,
I shalt maketh mineself a clown!!!!
For the world to laugh at me
And for her to giggle,
Not cry....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
O' how I loveth her
If she only knew;
She wilt knoweth soon
When I sayeth " I DO".



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I don't write of amare
Out of boredom or dying thought's
I write for mine mi amour'
Because it's mine heart she hath got.

I don't write of amour'
Out of lonesomeness or to get attention
I write out mine souls truth
Because I loveth a godly invention...

I writeth for mine ELSA
Because that's where love taketh us...
I writeth for mine ELSA
Because it's her who to me is a must.

I writeth for mine ELSA
Because many ages for her I hadst to wait...
I got lost from her before
Yet met her at heaven's gate...

I writeth to mine soulmate
Because she's all to me,
And though tis she canst seeith it all right now...
Trust me, I do see....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Up aloft
Mount malindang:
I tasted her syrup
I drank her tang.

She spoke Tagalog
I understood her slang;
I cut mine own wrist's
To taketh her pain's.

And in the sun
Neath the rain;
She couldst smile again
As ourn eye's stared, no blink.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I'd rather be
Poor in this world
With mine queen;
Then haveth all the material's
That meaneth nothing,
In a world sinful, and unclean.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I feeleth for thou
Stripper trying to make a buck
I feeleth for thee homeless one
No home food nor truck
I feeleth for thou
Mother with no lover
I feeleth for thou panhandler
Being humble and ashamed
I feeleth for thou innocents
Getting caught in wrong time and place
I feeleth for thou
Kids with no mums nor dads
I feeleth for thou
Slave trade beings
Made as material of trend
I feeleth for thou
****** on mainstreet
Noone told thou of God
And how thy soul for him he could keep
I feeleth for thou
Angry and frustrated
I feeleth for thou
Lost and forgotten
Old and outdated
I feeleth for thou
Lonesome one in back of the room
I feeleth for thou
Because I'm him to
I feeleth for thou
Because mine God maketh me feeleth
I feeleth thou even on mine own
Just who I am
Didint thou knoweth?
I feeleth for thou hopeless romantic
Who seeks all the wrong places
I feeleth for thou
With mascara stains
And cuts on wrists
I feeleth for thou  wonders
That hast been called slave, ****, *****,  *****, ***, ****, sick
For only if those men kneweth thou huh?
I feeleth for thou who canst see one inside
I  feeleth for one
Who think the only way out is suicide
I feeleth for thou
I feeleth thy pains
I feeleth I know
I've been scorned all the same
But please forgiveth others
As they shalt do thou
I feeleth thou
Oh yes
How I feeleth thou...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Welsh translation  -Os byddaf yn marw, gan fy mod i'n blasu gwaed, cofiwch penillion fy, sut yr wyf yn eu dysgu iti garu, felly lledaenu'r *** cariad, fel y llefaru duw geisio, maddau gilydd, mewn amser o wan, yn mynegi dy gariad, yn ei rhoddi dy enaid, gwna dy gwragedd a gŵr, breninesau a brenhinoedd fel aur !!

ac ag ar gyfer frenhines fy, byth fy fyddi!!!


English translated-


if I die, since I'm tasting blood, remember mine verses, how I taught thee love, so spread that love, as god doth seek, forgive one another , in time of weak, showeth thine love, giveth thine soul, make thy wives and husband's, queens and kings as gold!!

and as for mine queen, forever mine thou shalt be..
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

If tommorrow couldst be
Mine last breath;
Please telleth mine queen, to meeteth me on the ivory scene
Wearing her favorite, heavenly yellow dress.



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

I must be honest
Mine sweetest earl Jane;
I hath not been on much
From the sickness, and pain's.

ii.

If I'm to goeth away
Today mine sweet Jane;
Knoweth we shalt meeteth again
At the front of heaven's gate's.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/soulmate always
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
If I lost thee mine love
                                        I'd loseth me mine dove.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
As I embark into her universal soul
I find mineself
I find mine home...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When one canst maketh us feeleth like we art a young boy or girl again,
We knoweth they art the one's who we want to be with in the end!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
If this world
Is to end today;
I'd like mine Reyna to knoweth
I tryeth to showeth her mine love every day.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedicated/Reyna
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2016
I give thee a rose
A rose made of words-
I am the lines,
Thou art the substance.

I give thee a rose
Made up of mine soul-
I am the spirit, in-
Between all I mention.

I give thee a rose
O' golden girl-
Take thou mine hand;
I'll give thee a pearl.

The Pearls made of
A rose, the rose is mine soul-
I give thee a rose;
I give thee a rose.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)
Thee- you.
Substance in a few ways- the real physical matter of which a person or thing consists and which has a tangible, solid presence. the quality of being important, valid, or significant.the most important or essential part of something; the real or essential meaning...
Mine- meaning ( my) . Archaic form.
Thou- you.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Why is it?

That the one's who calleth another one ignorant...
Art ignorant their own selves...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I don't thinketh
Two year's enough time
To liveth out mine love
To liveth out mine life.
Though wilt haveth hope,
And seeith the sun shine
I'll taketh every day seriously
Unlike so many
Who've lost their minds....
I prayeth for more time
And I'll keep mine head high
Though when the angels needeth me home
I guess tis time to fly...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I giveth Her mine hands
To write attested prophecy

I giveth her mine legs
To run when she has none

I giveth her mine head
To seeith as tis I seeith

I giveth her mine tongue
To expatiate the scrabble I speaketh

I giveth her mine lips
To taste mine amour' for her

I giveth her mine ways
To leadeth her up to mine door

I giveth her mine euphoria
So she shalt walk the clouds

I giveth her mine hearing
For her to hear angelic humming sound

I giveth her mine heart
To feel for her tis I do

I giveth her these words
Mine queen, how I love thee, tis I do

I giveth her mine soul
To be a allied yoke

I giveth her mine spirit
For when she's scared to hide and cloak!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I JUST WANT MINE QUEEN BACK!!!!
True love
Shalt never die!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I couldst tell
That she was a cherub;
By the wing's on her back
That ripped through her blouse .

I couldst tell
She was from heaven;
When I walked into her home
I stepped in God's house.


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