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brandon nagley Jun 2015
I dont seeketh the one in the center of the room
Getting all the attention
I seek the loser
In the fàr left corner.....

Because I am that loser!!!
....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
لحين يمتلك العالم فقدت الحب، فقدت نفسها !!
(Arabic tongue)

Eñglish version+

For when the world hast lost love, it lost itself!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis funny,
IS IT NOT!!!!!!

How man canst spend thousands of dollars
On ****
*** slaves
Video games
Gambling (casinos)
Another lover (cheating)
Food
Cars
Houses
Boats
(MATERIALS)

Thou canst not taketh the time
To listen to thy wife
His kids
His family
His mother
His sister
His brother
His God!!!!!

Instead he just heareth them
While lost into
His addict mind
Of *** (with others)
Dope
Greed
Into his self image
His guy buds
Alcoholic suds
His worship of crud

Yet
Whilst in all this nonsense

He buys his wife
One lousy rose
To think it shalt maketh it all better!!!!
And buys his kids one toy outta all the money he wasted
On all those
Lusts and materials

Thou hast lost thyself oh man!!!

Lost!!
brandon nagley May 2015
You can see the lines mapped on the old tribesmen's face,
You can see his whole life by a tropical indigenous smile,
You can see all the love he's given through medicine, ritual, and spiritual implantations!!!
See the lines on his face go north and south,
Yet either way you map it,
You can see the lost city of gold lying beneathe his ancient pupils!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Lost,
I needeth one to leadeth me home....

Just a poor boy
Wandering alone!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Skaidrum, we art lost in the whirlpool galaxy
Thou art far-flung from thy king, me from mine queen;
We hath not much time to get back to planet earth
A black holes in the distance, a new star's birth.

ii.

Skaidrum, friend; no sunlight is to surround us
This place is dusk, how I misseth mine sweet jane;
We hath enough food for a week, and one day's gain
If I were thou, I'd telleth thy king thou loveth him again.

iii.

Mine lass wilt be looking for me, how cold I feeleth
In this spaceship were in, I need Jane's warmth, her tint;
Skaidrum, the nebula's art all around, though no portal to get back home, I prayeth we seeith ourn love's soon.

iv.

Dear Poet, Sir Brandon, Sharpen thy tongue for war
Vigilant stars harbor no pity for separated lovers liketh us,
Lady Jane's lamentation becomes mournful gravity to thee;
Darkness swallows the four corners of mine heart.

v.

Pay no heed to the distances, death; how certainly welcome
As we rideth greek constellations, legends, and vagabonds.
I will bid thou safe travels, poetic wishes, universal footprints;
As thee descend upon the sky ladder to thou's lover.

vi.

I shall followeth in due time, I hear not mine king calling.
Patience goes hand n' hand with deliverance,
In our path of starlit misery; we embarked together as poets
Adieu for now sir Brandon, part with nightsong wings.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
©Duo poem by me brandon nagley and Skaidrum
©Skaidrum
I'm the one who wrote the first three stanzas
Skaidum wrote the last three....
I made title...
Story is about me and skaidrum we are pretty much space travelers or astronauts that get lost in space our spaceship breaks down... Were out of gas in the shuttle there are black holes all around us, hope doesn't seem to promising... As we struggle to survive its me and skaidrum pretty much letting our soulmates know how much we love them just in case we dont get back home... Me missing queen jane and her missing her love.... Enjoy
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Today
O' yes today;
Gracefully I watched her
As tis she dozed off peacefully.

ii.

She sleepeth with her pupil's covered
A dandy like none other,Us becoming one in the moment;
She rolled around, grasped her father's teddy bear and pillow
Her sight's kept opening, spying on me to, her soul as a window.

iii.

Finally, after an hour to two hour's, of her observing me
She passed out, nodding her angelic head, she fell asleep;
O' how beautiful, a moment of god, I didst not want to miss one moment, I was glued on her, zoning, I was lost into her siesta.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
siesta is sleep for you who don't know.,, (:::
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Soo many these days
Approach to tryeth and get lost inside anothers peeper's
I seeketh just to get lost into their soul
And no.......

I don't want to cometh back out!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2016
I'm just a strange man
Who wants to hold
The finest rose in
The world;
Mine Jane.........
Mine soulmate..........

Mine girl-

I'm just a young lad,
With his head inside
A darkened bag,
Waiting for his
Queen's dear
Breath and kiss to poke holes of air
Into the layers of heaven's
Perfectness.

Because perfect, verily she is
To me, a flawless gem
Of many sea's.

Mine taste-buds bubble with
Seed's, wanting her lipstick;
Candy flavor.

This is mine love-
Written down on paper;
O' how I need her vapor----
Istic touch, her soul I feel,
A vital must.

Love her, I do
Love her
So much;

Love her so much.
Love her so much............


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou dedicated)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thou holdeth the key to amour and fear
Thou giveth to the blind
Thine self saves time!!

Turn back mine
As for thee
I'll bleed a million death's!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If only she could see
This amulet heart belongs to her..

Mi amour'
#ea
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Thou knowest nothing
Until thou art ready
To dieth for love;

Until then
Thou knoweth not
What love is.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Some only showeth thou jealously
Because they dont knoweth how to showeth thou love
It's all they've ever known...
Sadly!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Everyone's addicted
To material goods
Why doth thou not taketh the time
To showeth thy lover thy loverhood?
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Lover, mine soulmate
Lover, mine joie de vivre ;
Lover, mine cloud nine
Lover, thy élan vital of time.

Lover, mine morning, and evening bud
Lover, mine living, to thee I'm giving thee love;
Lover, mine muse, mine refuge and rescue
Lover, were fused, made brand new, branded, tattooed.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
joie de vivre- means exuberant joy of life...
élan vital means the vital force of the impulse of life...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I don't seeketh for one to just love mine poems
I seeketh one to loveth me,
The king behind those poems...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I'm me,
And guess what?
I wouldn't exchange me for anybody..

I may haveth mine own faults

But
At least I'd go all the way
For that thing thou calleth love!!

I'd die for it
I'd cry for it
I'd fly for it
Take a train for it
Go insane for it

As the world spits upon it

They knoweth not me,

As I'm proud to say

I knoweth not them!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I know HP people are rubbing off on me because when I comment I always say nice ( writing) when I like a poem
While all others say (nice write) lol its OK guess I'm the different one to use writing word instead of nice write.... But anyways notice all you HP people how you talk is rubbing off on me lol well that's a family for ya... Rubbing off on eachother hahaha love you HP people ();
Well point I'm making is I just caught meself telling someone ( nice write) like all of you lollll rubbing off on me HP..
brandon nagley Jul 2015
It's nauseating
To seeith man killeth other men
And seeith the abuse of ourn fellow beings daily
Mankind treateth one another as if some object.
As if some slave,
And white man hateth the darker skinned
As the darker skinned is hating the ivory man
Especially when the media spreads more bigotry!
Yet none of these beings realize
All of ourn d.n.a
Is connected into the stars......
The sun
The moon
The earth
All together
All from the same formation of ourn creator's hands!!!

And yet.....

We still showeth hatred toward's another
And killeth another.........

As Lucifer sits on back
And smile's,
Knowing his plan is working!

As man doesn't realize what he's even doing!!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She's from the moon,
                                     Im from the third superior heaven above,
As I showed her the Star's!!!
                                                  I showed her godly love!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Lung's whisping, one dying last breathe,
To lay this burdened chest on a cold plattered pillow.

Curruption enters man's last wishes, for the stains bypass your notches,  yet you can be made white as snow! Not as trolls..

Digest of edgy commentary, the world's getting scary, and you pay attention to thy media?

Strength hammered, models glamour,
As if their degrees are higher than yours...

I roll on shore, a midlife crisis ship, sir Lancelot? For how did you loose thine grip?
What's wrong? Lusting got the best of you,
Following the demons, clay scultped, you shrew...

A sword of enlightening to foretell coming days,
You animal in a cage, you can be free as the hybrid you've obtained..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
In lust, one just hath ***;
In truest amour', two maketh love.
The difference.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maby mine pants art to tight
Mine veins art getting weak
Maby mine shirt's to polite
Mine heart inside it flip flop beat's
Maby today's mine last swiff of air
Shalt anyone seeith?
Tis as it is right now
I feeleth sick
I can't breathe.....
brandon nagley May 2015
Just from ones own labiums I want to shutter,
To moan and utter,
As I seeketh one to stare into her perception's,
I want to pinnacle her evaporation from off mine chest!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I thought I was living,
Until I looked into mine mirror
And only saw mine reflection near.
And mine body,
No longer physical
I hath transformed....
                                      Back to mine past life self....
                                      an inertia, though still had the shape of me
Made out of love
The purest form of spiritual energy....
As tis, mine spirit hath finally broken it's prison cell of the flesh...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Betimes, in the ages of shadowed black
Stripes were mine Mark's, scar's on mine back;
I cried for a rescuer, a healer of medicinal fact's
She sprinkled me with her babaylan docteretic caress.

ii.

The tincture's she Gaveth me, were godly induced
Whenever her lingo speaketh, mine heart goes loose;
As tis she knoweth, she maketh me feel better to
She's a lullaby, when I cryeth, a queen, a poem, mine muse.

iii.

Tis she's mine solace, mine palisade palace
I'm the mad hatter, as tis she's mine wonderland Alice;
She maketh men crazy, with her beautiful charm's
I loveth mine queen, the angel in mine arms.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
babaylan- means like a healer or religious women in Filipino..
docteretic- a made up word by mineself lol meaning like a doctor
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!
brandon nagley Apr 2016
i.

As she's in the land of Nod,
rustling azaleas in her
ancestral awe. She don's
the ensemble for the next
morrow.

ii.

Her body like a cradle
Rocks back and forth
As a swaddling babe;
She's musing of ourn
Meeting, and it's
Patient way's.

iii.

Tis I as well who see-
saw's in mine bed,
Pretending she is
Next to me, swaying
the thread's, peeping
out mine window,
Awaiting her wake;
Counting down the
Hour's, to seeith
Mine Angel's
Face.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou dedication)
Land of nod- state of sleep.
Don or Don's- means put on (an item of clothing)....
Morrow- following day.
Ensemble- set of clothes chosen to harmonize when worn together.
Swaddling- wrap (someone, especially a baby) in garments or cloth.
Musing- thinking.
Tis- it is...

Note- will have this on SoundCloud in few hours if you care to listen to it lol thanks friends and supporters for everything ...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Earl Jane nagley:

If only thou wouldst truly knoweth mine sweet Earl Jane, mine evident love for thee, mine treasure, mine all, mine gem, mine queen. If thou wouldst knoweth when I awaketh its thee I seeketh to hear. It's thee, who soothe's mine fear's. Yes, thou doth knoweth to an extent mine amour', mine affection's. Yet, if thou couldst seeith in mine heart and soul, the love, happiness, and peace, and wholeness thou hath brought me, than thou wouldst understand all mine pet. The all, thou hath given me. Thou hast given me a home, as I feeleth more than at home with thee. In all honest speaking, thou art mine home, mine residence, in which this blood floweth through. Thou art the lamp-way God Gaveth me to leadeth me beside the still water's, that the earth doth not give. Thou art the cloud nine; man seeketh to find. Thou art the diamond, the gold, that every miner looketh to get. Thou art that Ruby, hidden from men, seen by God, noticed by angel's, concealed, for celestial purpose. I am but a sinner mine love, a sinful peasant, blessed more than to hath received thee. As tis daily, I'm privileged, to even be in thine presence. As tis they sayeth, when one maketh one better, and maketh one want to do better, that is the one for thee. As thou maketh me want to do better daily, as yes, im a sinner, a man who hath done much wrong, against God in mine life, and mankind, and daily despite mine foolish sinfulness, and way's, thou hath given me a new renewed hope. As god put that hope into mine hand's, and sight. That hope, being thee mine Reyna. That hope is thine smile, thine laugh, thine happiness. Which, so thou knoweth, when thou art not happy; Mine pain's I feeleth from thy sorrow is immeasurable!!! Life, isn't life mine love, unless thou art in it. Unless thou art there next to me. And daily, daily I thanketh god, for such an angel to cometh and SAVETH ME. From mine foolishness, from mine way's, mine anguish. I kneweth not happiness; until thou hast came..As I always sayeth love, God brought us together for a reason. For me to learn thing's about mineself, through thee. And to learn thing's from thee about all thing's. As tis the same for thee amare, to learn from me. As to be guide's to one another, and if it take's a million generation's to get to thee, I wilt do it. Love is not scared, nor afraid mine love, or fearful. In love, as ourn God taught, the greatest thing is to lay ourn lives down for one another; in love!!!! As tis, laying mine life down for thee I wilt do daily, if good, or bad times Earl Jane nagley. I wilt be there, Maby not physically for the time being. But in thine soul, spirit, thought, dream's, in thee........ As thou art  in all of me. We art more than real as thou hath said love. MORE THAN!!!! As tis, nothing, nor noone, canst ever break preordained soulmate's up. As we look around love, and see the world throw the word love around as if some cheap store bought item. We aren't store bought queen Jane; we art creation's of God's own hand's, under his preordainment, and destiny for us. As in life, I liveth for thee, earl Jane nagley. And in death, as thou knoweth, we all hath destination's, and I wilt meeteth thee there to.......as I canst not thanketh thee enough, for saving mine life, mine being, mine happiness, and thou keepeth me alive...... And thou sayest that thou art no angel? Thou hath saved me......
I sayest that is MORE THAN ANGELIC... As thou art God's angel,  and mine messenger, who hath come to save me, as I thou....

Mine Reyna
Soulmate
Best friend
Lover
Amour
Filipino rose
Mine sweet earl jane nagley....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose dedication
brandon nagley Sep 2015
A normal man
Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed;
A poetic man wilt recite
Poetry in his dying breathe's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
A normal man
Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed;
A poetic man wilt recite
Poetry in his dying breathe's


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©DEDPOET DEDICATION
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Grooving cricket's
Mardi gras the copse;
A bedchamber shut
The door's art locked.

ii.

The luster of the moon
Sparkle's her face;
Locking I tightly with her finger's
Her body with mine in place.

iii.

Wall's bodacious, to match her flavor
Raiment she weareth, I sketch on poetry paper;
Though I'm no artist, only a writer
Her look's art an eyeful, I've become her virtuoso, her guider.

iv.

As tis, she's mine muse
Thrice I hadst held her;
She's mine only residence
I seeketh none other shelter.

v.

I shalt die in her arm's
And awake in her psyche;
Because tis I do knoweth
She's where everything's right.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her lava shalt floweth
And her volcano shalt errupt...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
As mine essence went
Out of mine body;
It went up to heaven
Inside of mine Queen's heart.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Sensuous
Is mi amour'
Voluptuous
Is mi amour'
Epicurean
Is mi amour'
Gourmet
Is mi amour'
Sybaritic
Is mi amour'
Fervid
Is mi amour'
Beckoning
Is mi amour'
The way she speaketh
Mi amour'
The way she loves me
Mi amour'
Like no other
Mi amour'
Exquisite
Mine mi amour'
Mine all
Mine everything
Mine soul
Mine heart
Mine flesh
Mine bones
Mine other half
Just the start
Mine hands
Mine feet
Mine voice
Mine hearing
Mine words
Mine singing
Mine song
For
Mi amour'
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Mahal Kita
Mine angel;

Mahal Kita
Mine soulmate;

Mahal Kita
Mine cherub;

Mahal Kita
Mine grace;

Mahal Kita
Mine reyna;

Mahal Kita
Mine queen;

Mahal Kita
Mine life;

Mahal Kita
Sweet Jane;
                  
                    Nami-miss kita
                    Mine seraphim;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    mine heaven's song;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    Messenger of God;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    Mine all;

    
                    MAHAL KITA MAGPAKAILANMAN



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
Mahal Kita means + I love you
      
     Nami-miss kita means- I miss you
Both from Filipino tongue..,
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She's a rebel
Hangs out on mainstreet
Past midnight!!!

With the ghoulies and ghosties!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mi amour'
Spoke to me on the phone
She said babe
( seriously)
Thou better get home
And I said back
Babe
I'm already home
Thou art mine only abode
I knoweth no other such a place...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Maize stalks
Sage cleansing
Prophetic vision's
Unrelenting

All shamanic gifts!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
We shalt maketh amare
On the craters of the moon....
And ourn babies
Shalt be the nebula's
As the stars to be their cradles.....
Mi amour' labeled..



©By Brandon cory nagley-
Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Her apparition with me
With me intertwined;
With me seeith
She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine.

ii.

Her specter is the atmosphere
Betwixt I cross on through;
The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking
For ourn amare is on the move.

iii.

We hath none shoe's
Ourn feet art bare and ****;
Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She really knows how to maketh a man beg for more
Her title-
Miamour'
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Ambrosial language I quest for thy heavenly manner
Mine life's running short
I canst seeith the drab channel's lantern's.
I don't needeth criss-cross paterns
Just a I loveth thou
Not an adieu
Farewell's art to common
I needeth one thick and through.
The bask of sensuality
I want to afire this chill
I'm stuck in a maze
Like a phantom in place
Trying to make mine way
Back home....
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

Giveth respect
For the poem's
Not lit;

ii.

Those art the best
The one's
We seemeth to forget;

iii.

Giveth respect
To the back alley
Poet's.

iv.

The one's with
None likes:
And their poem's below it.

v.

Shineth a thumb's up
To the one's whom deserve
It;

vi.

To the true ancient
Poet's;
The one's we seemed to forget.

vii.

It doth not taketh mazuma
To maketh a bard
Grow;

viii.

It taketh a
Share and a like;
To maketh the unknown known.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
There are many wonderful poet's on the daily poems.... And on the spotlight.... Though I do notice something.... It is said here the computer is randomly picking many to get the dailys to be on them... Though, haven't been here long since I got in here may of something this year... Though noticed many of the same are being picked on the dailys... and this is a computer doing that? Sorry I question that alot.. I see people's beautiful poetry... So many of mine favorite poets and so many others who are such amazing writers like dawn s.... Mine queen Earl Jane which I'm not just saying her because she is mine woman but because she writes beyond amazing as so many others who bring back beauty that is lost.... And they aren't getting a spotlight?  And a good example is I noticed overtime some got dailys more than once? Huh? Lol... And yet haven't seen so many wonderful godly talents get one daily yet since I've been here if so maby I missed it!!! Not just them, but soooooooo many poets hundreds on here whom are beyond poets can't even name them all there's so many... I just find it a bit strange as I know there is much politics with this site and what else is going on.... Just honesty noone else will say. Yes I say the ones who get the dailys deserve those dailys.. They worked and write hard to get those.. Though has nothing to do with me it has to do with so many poets I like that are getting pushed to the back of the row and sadly those poets are the best poets out there in frank honesty.... Truth needs told... Let's shine a light not with money it takes on a poet but with likes and shares as I try to make unknown poets known. Thanks
God bless
Brandon....

mazuma by the way means money .....
brandon nagley Apr 2016
Amain I want to maneuver
Onward into her incandescent
Cloak, as the igneous smoke
That arises. Mine eye's art
Tired and crying; as I just
Want one fragment of her
Skin to feeleth. O' as a man
For I'm weak, as an extra-
mundane being mine thought's
Come out faster then mine
Word's canst speak. I wilt
Continueth not in the flesh,
For the flesh burdeneth the
Soul; though in patience
And spirit, ourn long-
Suffering shalt be made
As the finest of gold. O'
Loveliest Jane, thought
Of mine thinking's, red
In mine brain, How the
Day's and night's art
Long, though I wilt
Still continueth in
Prayer, hymns
Song. Giving
Glory for what
I do hath. In happy or
Sad, good and bad; I'll always look ahead.
To the morrow wherein mine frown wilt be laughter and the roses I shalt giveth thee wilt be of rose loving scent. O' soon mine tear's shalt be dried, and mine phantom wilt no longer be in rent.
As I giveth gratitude to ourn Potter who maketh all thing's new,
Who bringeth water, with droplet dew, who maketh bird's hath nest's, and babies hath homes, in places of peacefulness. O' if the morrow doth for some reason not arrive; I'll send thee an engravement on mount Malindang, With the ring that never
Made it to thee; and mine kisses to spell thy name.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
Amain- at full speed.
Canst- can..
Long-suffering- having or showing patience in spite of troubles, especially those caused by other people.
Rent-a large tear in a piece of fabric...
Wilt- will...
Morrow- tommorrow- next day....
Wherein- in which...
brandon nagley May 2015
Cold chills shred through,
The sick move in the most nonchalant ways!!!
Time here seems to hold itself in the most sick of bays....

How beautiful art the smiling faces when they appear,
Some move farthest away,
Some destitute while here!!!

What dont they telleth you,
When thou arriveth at  thine castlenest boutique?
That worries shall go far?
What awaits are thine pokered sheets!!!!

Disillution thine own party goers,
Thy touch hath been lost to moonshine elypticals,
And thine stone of diver toss!!!

Shruggers are raiders alike,
Craters are far from no device where vikinged critics are systecly nice!!!

Entertaining wilers subject to falsifications own warden,
All receipted,
All burdened to clear away to memories you whence forgot!!!!

Now remember,

Remember all thy difficult ways you whence knew!!!
Thy albatross masked conviction and shrew!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Marlboro reds
Reds of Marlboro
Cancer sticks
To bring ease to one sorrows!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Eyestrings you have broken Fabian to thy own society,
For the waves are no longer fabric for you to use!
For the world you have abused, and now your tasting thine own jelly!!! Didst thou fill thy belly? Creature of bad habit!!!
What's wrong? Shall not have it?
Your greed I mean...
Splendor thine own spleen an clear your fogged glasses,
For the forest you have burned, and cut to make your mansions!
For what? To rule over old days nature? To **** and to be takers, of the innocent and unheard?
Glossator of masterbator thinking's..
Perveted you are, and horrendous you shall be...
Your igsignia does not read( peacemaker of gods green earth),
But ( death to all who come against us)!!!
You flawed demons in army boots!!!
Forget thy suit?
Oh here you go insincere disconnecter,
Forget to sign thy letter? Stamped and lettered,
To hell from whence you came...
brandon nagley May 2015
Astigmatism effects many around these Sylvan parts,
Where word's turn to bullets,
False love flies between transpired sparks!!!

Arrogancys lost child mourns mercantile traits,
Wherein fears art nothing but fate ,
Materialist confirmed to promise!!!!!

Whereth art thou mender?
Lover?
Dutchess!!!!!!

Mentality struck down,
Memory foam pounds lit to green bushes!!

Maunder thy jail time feeling's,
Their nights goeth short to cold!!!

Thine melodramas Soo grant I'm watching it all right here!!!

Darling, dear,
So mazed ,
Soo sincere!!!

Mistaketh nothing,
for thy monastery only can play out to thine escort lost end,
Unmonogomous prelude of gratis sphere radiance!!!

Countess of impurities,
Traitor to mall town frivolity!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out
They bite and spit
Caress me in doubt

I heareth their moans
As their burnt to the crisp
I rip off their appendage's
Buckle their lips

I rip off their wings
And taketh their masks
I cut them by holy water
And split them in half

This soul is not thine own
Thou brute of pleasure dome
This spirits not for thee
Thy dirtbag and sleeze

This soul is mine creators
And shalt return soon
Go back to thy flame
Thou mame of baboon!!
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