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brandon nagley Nov 2015
Anodyne eye's
Narcotic lip's;
Analgesic kisses
Tranquilizer hip's.
Soporific eyebrow's
Lashes Heavensent;
Skin anesthetic,
Relieving me of
Death. Morphine
Amour', ***** bliss,
Painkiller door's; to
Thine soul I feedeth.
Thy voice a sedative,
Thine hair calmative,
As thy nose maketh
Me warm when I'm cold,
As an expensive wine, or
neuroleptic. I'm higher then
The universe, inside of thy
psyche; it's cozy there, none
Place to compare, I'm at home,
Simply: wherein all is right.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley (Filipino rose) dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Death tis smart,
                           Death tis sweet,
Death shalt die,
                           Its own death to mine defeat!!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
Shadowic heroic ornamental's, false breed's cometh as incense breather's betwixt lively instrumental's. Macrogram plaza's to abrahamic venue's. Caller's calleth upon themselves to saveth what is not theirs;

Morning breath, to winter's dew, hath thou been born yet? Is the baby yet due?

Constant pain's to loss taken gain's maketh brain's and vein's out of organically made flesh; becometh thine own creator, thou creed of selfishness. Anchor heavy soul dragged away by chain's of past forget-not's, wherein the ground stayeth hot to ruin moronic window's.

Maketh thy bed of silvered spring's thy own rusted medieval pillow; thou grand ol' operatic theme, thou patriarch to a dream,  Art ourn day's but a whisp of a second's last?

Thing's hath cometh to the listening one, the earth's spinning to fast; the mechanism's now begun.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prison writing's
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mosquitoes
Pesky little pests
Mosquitoes
*******'s of ******
Mosquitoes
Sucketh out mine blood
Mosquitoes
I'll smacketh them in their ****'s
Mosquitoes
Cometh by the swarm
Mosquitoes
Thine wings art mine, tonight they shalt be torn
Mosquitoes
I hate noone but thee
Mosquitoes
Like bedbugs, roaches, and flea's
Mosquitoes
Taketh all the cruor thou canst tonight
Mosquitoes
Thou hath lived for a few days
Tonight's thy last night
MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!

Die thou little blood ******* devils!!!!!!
This is a literal written poem about mosquitoes lol *** their biting me and I'm sick of them lol I'm silly aren't I? Haha... And I could never **** or hate anyone.   But mosquitoes I will be a serial killer for . and will hunt them down!!!!! Lol. Sick of getting bit up right now lol.
brandon nagley May 2015
Mother, pacifist lover!
How you gave all to keep me at ease..
For all you do I believe even more in bounds not known to us!
Wonder must!
For as child you wrapped me,
Tapped me when I did wrong.
Gave me tunes and melodic song,
And stories and tales from long ago.
Mother,
Your now quite old,
Yet soo beautifully written!!
Us both god had forgiven
As sinners we both are!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mother's!!!
Sadly another object to men,
Mother's!
Sadly Man maketh them a slave,
God's gift to thy world!!!!
MOTHER'S
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Mother, I seeith thine pain, in thine own depression
Mother, thou hath given me life, I'm thy and God's invention;
Mother, thy halo thou weareth shineth so brightly to me
Turned fifty three yesterday, but mum, thou still looketh 23.

ii

Mother, thou art now getting in thine own golden year's
Mother, when they maketh fun of me, thou dryeth mine tear's;
Mother, I shouldst hath listened, when thou saidst I'd be hurt
Mother, thou taught me forgiving and love is what life's worth!

iii

Mother, mine best friend, and past life caregiver to me
Mother, thou was right, its mine light other's just canst not seeith;
Mother, I knoweth thou art worried for mine physical health
Mother, if something happen's, I promise to waiteth for thyself.

iv

Mother, we've cometh along way, as thou hath seen me in cell's
Mother, I've seen thou to, in pits of doom,behind glass I yelled;
Mother, hell and back we've cometh from, seeing the world end
Mother, as thou helpeth me groweth, I'll helpeth thee to friend.

v

Mother, shadow of mine, musical muse, and gods divine
Mother, we've made mistakes, with no brakes to stop the mind;
Mother, tommorrow if either of us shalt loose ourn last breathe
Mother, sorry little late on the birthday writing, but thou art best.

Love thy son
Brandon cory nagley


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Juna nagley birthday dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
They were both ****
As ghost's;
Dissapearing into another's loving soul's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Mother-naked just means **** lol has nothing to do with mothers thankfully loll... Enjoy (:::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mine mother
A slave
To the beastly corporation of (Wendy's)
She works to hard
And still giveth me plenty

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
Not deserved!!!
No mother don't take care of me as if I'm a baby lol
But she buys me things when she shouldn't
When she slaves her life away prepping food and doing dishes
Soo blessed to have a mother who knows hard work
As is your every day average citizen trying to get bye
And still loving me and giving things out of her heart to me in process
Uñconditonal love not deserved!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Mothers and fathers/ by me.. Mother and dads did you not get attention? Starved and craved your high fixtures to much? Nothing's enough!
For you have little kings and queens who study your every move! For you shall be them, they as you!!
Both walking blindly to the materialism in front of you, how hard shall it be to show kin fullest respects! Get yourself in check!!!
Young girls seek for daddies, boys pass by in caddis, fixated on **** life!!!Not right!!!
Did we forget the next in line of blood? Where money can't buy love and Chemical pills will not ****** happiness! Sinful craftiness..
Mothers take your little one by her hand! Father show your son the ten commands, and lead them the right way! You went asstray!!!! Forgetting the own skin coat you've created.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As mine ship
Landed on her heart of a planet
I explored her soul of a land,
And found such strange
Unearthly life!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I told me mum
Mother
Didst thou knoweth that thou hath given birth to an alien?
I told her me.....
She said to me
NO!!!
( I don't giveth birth to aliens)
Aliens giveth birth to alien's.......

Mother
The truest poet of them all....
Think of it...
Mother's art the real poetry to life...
Carrying every single ***-word to man
Whilst being in pain with child in the womb....

And their word's art quite poetic......


Whilst at same time
Reading us bedtime stories
Of the big bad wolf
Huffing and puffing.

And goldey locks....

Now  that's poetry from mother ..




(): lollllllllllll I don't feel good don't mind me at all... Lol long day
Lol true story about me telling mum I'm an alien lol true!!! Love her (): best friend hahahaha
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there
She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare;
Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red
Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.

ii

Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written
Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven;
Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed
Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.

iii

Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut
Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up;
As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed
A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©,あある じぇえん
brandon nagley Mar 2017
Downtown on Mainstreet, a sarcinarious empty feel, Mr.
Jones, so cold, alone, once
Hadst a home, sold his
Life for a bottle, clear
Liquid his daily meal.

Nothing in his touch but biker
Bars, where women art strung
On pills, men nightly jailed,
Life plans for prison bars,
Knives for cuts, and dope
For cars; This side of the
Street was where the
Dealers art star's.

Mr jones once a high-degreed
College lad, moved out of his
Home, he became the unknown,
Dropped out of public vision,
Traded knowledge for rich
Men's wishes, worked in
High elite positions, a man
Of superstitions, once a time
His pockets rolled with
Hundreds and fifties,
Now his clothes smell
Of cheap wine, as his eyne taste
Of death; now a holes in-
Side of his chest.

Dreaming one day, on the side
Of the cement, a being of grace,
Not of human race; an angel of
God to Mr.Jones was sent.

"Mr. Jones", the Angel didst whisper, I came to let thee knowest, im thy guardian Mr; for God almighty hast sent me to thee, to show thee second chances do exist, and sir im not make believe, mine light is God's kiss.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
sarcinarious: having to carry a heavy load or burden.
Hadst: had.
Art:are.
Eyne: archaic for eyes.
Didst:,did.
Thee)you
Knowest: know.
Thy: your.
Hast: has.
Mine: archaic for my.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Vacant signal
When shalt thou ring
Im tired of broken lines
Mine heart needs to heareth one breathe

Mr phone operator,

Canst thou send a phone call or two
Just a hopeless romantic
Tis
Its true!!
brandon nagley May 2016
Agápi mou, how I dote thee mine
baby of potentate vision's; thou
art the foregone one of stringed
song's, that young lover's seeketh
To hath. Atop the thysiastery of
Ourn affection, I shalt layeth
Ourn all mine amour, near
The pearly gates, I'll meet
Thee at the door. The entry-
Way wherein only select few
Shalt pass, the liquid water there hath
Life, none hopelessness nor any bad; just garden's of
Succulent features, history's apostles there to be ourn new
Teachers, wherein the pictures art surreal, what's thine is mine, and what's mine is thine; feeling paradise complete us in lively field's.


©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane sardua Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedicated
Agápi mou- my love in greek.
potentate- a monarch or ruler, king....
Thou- you
Art- are
Foregone- past
Hath- have.
thysiastery- sacrificial alter.
Ourn- our.
Thee- you.
Wherein- in which.
Thine- yours.
Dote- be extremely fond of.

Also out this in speaking form on SoundCloud if wanna hear it here instead of  here or both ... look up brandon Nagley on SoundCloud will find this poem thank you.
And for you who know my prophetic dreams I've been writing about alot on here I posted them on my YouTube account just look up brandon Nagley. You will find my two fireball dreams and what's coming that matches thousands of other people. I have two vids on YouTube two parts meaning two vids *** couldn't finish in one video  . If seek to know truth and what's coming to this planet very soon suggest you look up my dreams on YouTube  my fireball dreams you'll find.two by me part one and two thanks for reading... brandon Nagley
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I am her poet
Tis, she is mine muse
She is mine
As tis I am her's to,
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Must I sayeth
Sayeth do I;
This pen is getting lonely
Wanting to write amour' for one!

Though not just anyone I sayeth
Sayeth I do;
I seeketh one to writeth for
Who wilt loveth me, as I loveth her to.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome posts poetry
This means yes would love to write for one but not just anyone..one whom will actually love me. Because I don't write for one out of lonesomeness! That isn't love but a farce writing... I want one to want me.and love me crazily!!!.. That is normal lol
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Quoted by me mother just now lollllllllllll love mum so much
Mums poem from her heart lollll

I like mine feet
There so sweet;
Cute, short, and petite.....




©short poem by mother Juna nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This isn't a joke mum asked me if I wanted to hear her short poem lol she told me it this is hers... Love you mum (:
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Once upon a time
There was a turtle
His name was Myrtle
And gargled a splurtle
Spurred and purdled
He danced for fine jig
Made love
To the bees
Mated with pigs
But pig wasn't his fancy
He made a duck
And chit chat busk
On tusk
One day he shalt die
But won't quite yet
Money not spent
Sharaded on dents
Liggett Mary
Smoked to her shallow
The rocks kept his secrets
And movies did follow
This turtle was suited
Booted for pie
Ate rivers from monkeys
Took notes on the side
A whimsical ride
His story didst hold
Made children from swings
Made ghosts into souls
A freaking concor
Or feasting memory
Halfway jackfast
Splendor of many
Denny and witty
Screwy and tooly
Tulips of muley
Pine pepper tongue
Rabbits do meet him
In brink bank and bims
But myrtle the turtle
Is a sinner
He sins!!
Lol I made up alot of words.. Feeling creative don't mind me
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Fancying the finer Atlantis
A doyen of may prey mantis,
A fervor of astroflight afterlife
A stone to the throw
Insidious pipe!!!

Ayahuasca peyote foray
To exude her plop top blush
A rhythm to all Einstein theory
A broom flyer of must!!!

Predilection
Tis
I do seek
Where the barn door feeds thy hungered
Where the cold is warm cut beamed

Ado of amanita muscaria seeing's
Wherein two worlds make one meaning
As the seam's rip in leather gleaming
By the kratom like capsules to uproar ourn compassion!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
My wild love went ridin'
She rode all the day
She wrote to the devil
And asked him to pay
The devil was wiser
It's time to repent
He asked her to give back
The money she spent

My wild love went ridin'
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin'
And lay her head down

She rode on to Christmas
She rode to the farm
She rode to Japan
And we entered a town
By this time the river
Had changed one degree
She asked for the people
To let her go free

My wild love is crazy
She screams like a bird
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard
My wild love went ridin'
She rode for an hour
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on
Ride, c'mon
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Tօɖaʏ, tɦɛ tաɛռtʏ sɛʋɛռtɦ
Yɛaʀ օʄ ʍɨռɛ ɮɨʀtɦ;
Tɦɛ Lɨɮʀa sċaʟɛs sɦaʟt ɮɛ ɮaʟaռċɛɖ
Tօ tɦɛ ɦɛaʋɛռ's aʟօʄt I aʍ քɛʀċɦɛɖ.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
If you can't read fancy text it reads

Today, the twenty seventh
Year of mine birth;
The Libra scale's shalt be balanced
To the heaven's aloft I am perched.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I cognized fully in all awareness
Coming across her open page
I was apperceiving in the moment,
That twas her I sought long many lifeyears ago...

I kneweth from old
As she still question's what's all to cometh?
I kneweth before her,
We were mirror souls of heaven's hummus...

As tis
She wilt not yet fully understandeth
I was a watchmen from beyond
It's her  love again I demandeth..

I say her love again
Due to the fact we learned eachother before,
Before the foundation of thy world
She was mine mi amour!!!!

As she still is
I'm here to guideth her again,
She trust's noone
Yet for me she shalt in the end...

Because in the end
We shalt seeith the stars tumble
And earth dissapear
Yet like before
For mine mi amour,

Again I shalt be near.....

So shed thy tear, oh scholar of mine writing's
So thou canst see what true amare is,
It's me and her
Against the world
Treking and nomadic
To venue's gone amiss...

But its I who awaiteth again for her everything
As tis patience they sayeth is key,
Guess I'll just haveth to keepeth waiting
For mine spain-moon-beam-queen !!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amour'
Thyself shouldst knoweth
That thou art mine only queen,
No other soul to me belongeth....
Thou belongeth to me,
As tis I to thee,
Thou hath shown me heaven,
Thou hath set me free,
So please believe
Thou art what I want,
No other queen hast got me
Only thee mine amare of whom I want.
Heareth me?
I'll sayeth this again!
(Thou art who I want)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not them!
I am on mine bended knees for thou,
Canst thou seeith this?
I need thee in all vows!!!!
So just so thou knoweth,
It's only THEE whom I want
No other woman hath caught mine eye's
Their just false wordly front's,
But thou art real
Not another being,
I am thou lover
As thou art me
So before thou wilt believeth I want another
Guess what amour'?
Me and thee were made for eachother...
So no more questions,
Of course I ask them as well ,
So I canst talk!!!
For feeling how thou wilt feel....
But again it's only thee
The queen who's got mine heart
I seeith noone else
I seeith thou and me
Us
Ournselves......

I loveth thee mine queen
NOONE ELSE!!!!
Tis,
I'll sayeth it again
It's THEE whom I wanteth,

Noone else....



©By Brandon cory nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry- creator/logo
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Oh nag champa
                            How thy soft silk perfume sure doth carpet me..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
All is lost,
Well than again
Nahh
All is lost!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Sweated flesh, heat between their chest's
Heated blankets, a feast;
Of two amour's ****, making love, in nakedness....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Dec 2016
Her eye's crochet the sweetest honey taste, from afar i canst touch her face; in only dream state for now.

Though ourn spiritual confections are locked in sky mode, heavenly perfection; myth's to men, reality of the unseen beauty.

Namelings of celestial fountain springs, nubivagant moving and dancing; aye, aye, none tears to cry.

Fears shed like scales, new thoughts, new thinking; eating pomarious delights, the river of life from which comes ourn drinking.

Surrounded, soon shalt we be, where tree's art high as sloping hills, where breath gives life; where life is free.

Impigrity wilt help us as we'll focus on scenes, aloft places believed; to be lost or fabricated.

Though the sights shalt be real,
As ourn latibule wilt be close;
To the field's that bloom yellow,
Wherein the grass is to thy waist,
And thy feet like pillows feel.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedicated
Afar: far away.
Canst:archaic for can.
Outn: our.
Confections: action of mixing or combing something.
Namelings/ persons bearing the same name.
nubivagant: moving throughout or among the clouds.
River of life: literal river that comes out of gods throne in heaven.
pomarious:of or belonging to an orchard or fruit-garden.
impigrity:quickness, speed.
latibule: hiding place.
Wilt: will.
Aloft: overhead.
Thy, is your also thine yours
Thou is you.
Aye: Scottish form means yes
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Poor in material's
Yet enriched by eachother;
She's mine napakaganda girl.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
© あある じぇえん/reyna
napakaganda- means stunning in Filipino .
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Truth is,
              There's only two path's we shalt take,
The broad
And the narrow

She taketh me down that narrow path....

                                                       ­                  the one that giveth life!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
God,

Shalt thou taketh me soon?
For there's no room in thy delight for such a pest.
I've done so less,
Yet not mine own best......
In thine created fashions!!!!

For I haveth none more passion for living
Just pills to ****
Lyrics to numb
To be dumbed down in deadened tracks,
Still sinning!!!!

Fate wilt surely break me down
For thy ground is readily fastening this vest!!!

Forgiveth me heavenly one
May I be blessed as these wrongs I stand to roar.....

To unearhtly shores
I will divine into,
No more need's for ties nor shoes
Color's to flutter the palate!!!!!

None more hurt nor malice
Just ancestor's of old to showeth me foretold knowledge!!!

No school nor college to be needed
Not this heart
To be broken

Just a soul plunged and blet!!!!

God taketh me in angelic abyss
For I will not be missed
For this world knoweth not love,
It knoweth me not!!!!!!!

It never wanted to.....
This is old poetry I think written before I went to prison can't remember... Maby written while in prison lol either way older
brandon nagley Aug 2015
A king
Is no king;
Without
His queen!!!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
I do not just want a quick fling!
I want a marvel,
I seek a queen.....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tis
Not this life that I seeketh to live in
Tis
The next one that shalt fulfill all mine needs!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight
I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night;
Do not be frightened, do not fright,
I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave.

ii.

Cometh here rayna, into mine glow
Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul;
I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living,
But now I am here,spiritually breathing.

iii.

Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia
I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas;
Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine
I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair,
No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's.

iv.

Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door
That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be.
I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday;
Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
This is like a story line poem of me passing unexpectedly and coming to Jane as a spirit and brand new and vibrant passing from heaven to earth... To bring Jane a message to tell her how much I love her and will wait for her... And to tell her not to be mad at God for taking me In story line. But for her to continue to love her fellow man as God wants us to love all. So mine message I bring her is to love all as God asks. And that I will he watching over her and waiting for her..  Depressing I know just thought of it.. Me more queen Jane Nagley...

exhalation means- breath going out of you exhale.
regalia is- same as like clothes, or garb to tell social status or high status.
azaleas+ are beautiful pinkish flowers that come as a pack together. Beaufiful!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The neighborhood homebodies
Art always repulsed by the furry little creature's that sit below
Mine porch,

Their terrified of the
Skunks
Raccons
Cats ( by the dozen) strays
Coyote's
Fox
And many other critter's that come rambling around...

Their even scared of one another.....
Sadly!!!!

Yet whilst their stuck in panic as they seeith fun filled mammals

I laugh at them
Knowing if they only took the time to watch them
Learn from them
Understand and comprehend them

They just might be able to comprehend eachother
Instead of fearing behind their apartment abode's


And whilst they sit in fear
I stand on mine porch
And feed those little dazzle's bread,
Leftover meat
Scraps
The works
And they are more than greatful
As I them......
brandon nagley May 2015
Nephilim induced,
Created by gods own hands,
Poetic muse,
A slave to thy world,
Lost to man!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mi amour'
Please do not cry,
I shalt crucify mineself
To wipe the tears from thine eyes....

Mi amour'
Please don't feel alone,
Thou already knoweth
That I am thy home....


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I thought I was high,
******!!!

As I stepped off her flying saucer
Stepping down onto her neptunian planet
Everything felt so real
It was real
She's me
She mi amour'
Queen of distant shore!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
(Nerve meds setting in/what? We need to relax!!!) By me...nerve medication diary! Tounges dry, body is slowing to its course!!!! No remorse....the main ***** your brain is ticking down backwards! An easing of the day!!!woops there's a display! Breathing slowing, panic unloading out all into your tapestry we call sheets!!!nothing bleak! I can repair by reflection!! Write poetry by invention
PS: how god intended of course!!!!!
Tomorrow will bring another manic with that comes more panic and more uneasing mends!modest ammends!!!
Sleep will be white and bright with slumbering fairy like ladies to show me the next days run!!!a show! How fun...///
Peripheral vision of me in 3d as in leaving this own holdened carcass! Mortuary places cannot hold this body down!!!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Even in mine sickness
im never to leaveth;
When this breath exit's mine lung's, and i do not overcometh, the grave that swalloweth me.

When these eye's reacheth to the sky
and thus mine heart seemeth to fail;
I wilt be waiting for thee by the Luzon bay, in celestial white detail.

In these darkly hour's
I canst sense heaven and hell;
though I am never to leaveth thee mine Jane, for we were long ago ordained, for the eternity of ourn holy grail.

I shalt forever be an adherent, next to thy seraphim shoulder's;
Even in mine dying, I wilt ameliorate thy crying, as ourn amour' will forever be warm, even in mine death whilst mine skin goeth colder.

O' I am never to leaveth thou:
Mine soulmate jane,
in life and death we shalt be, forever to loveth.
O' forever I wilt loveth thee.
sorry queen jane cant really write much as you know mine situation queen. As to all others im dealing with alot health wise so on so cant really like poems for now plz forgive me. And im on old flip phone not using tablet so harder for me. Sorry all. Miss all of you. Especially you me queen jane nagley. Love you baby so much....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Enthroned she is
Upon her seat of tear's;
Aloft so high
Her feather's flyeth
I shalt unfluster
All her fear's.

ii

We shant get old
Ourn young fashioned soul's;
To pirouette ourn secluded abode
And in this land of gold
Ourn solid mold
To fit into amour' letter's.

iii

Nevi'im of the time's
Prescient of mind's;
Mine arm's shalt wrappeth thee
On plain's arrived
And when thou cryeth
I'll remindeth thee, thou art mine.

iv

Stroketh mine hair
I'll pulleth thine own slowly;
Thou feeleth alone
Though with me and God, thou art not lonely.
We'll March, and be showy, showing all of us
We'll be the dream, other's seeketh, though canst not find....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Nevi'im means in old Hebrew tongue, Prophets
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She giveth me a new meaning to life
Everytime she sayeth she loveth me...






©By Brandon nagley-Lonesome poet's poetry...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst others were preordained for this world......
I was preordained for the next...
brandon nagley Sep 2015
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I sɦaʟt ʄaʟʟɛtɦ asʟɛɛք;
Aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ, ʏɛs ɖʀɛaʍ
Tɦat tɦօʊ աɛʀɛ ռɛxt tօ ʍɛ.


©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ,քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
brandon nagley Feb 2017
Anigh, is the darkling of the effrontery eagle, effaced, replaced; it's worship towards the devil. Gallons of blood, used as cover, ash and mud; defiling of ****** mother's. Gallizing men drowned in sweetness of drunkened friends. Gamins created by cankered loot, oil fills the pockets; diamonds make slaves to. Gangrels run kingdom's from their ancestral hand-me-downs, gaolers imprison innocents, whilst thy rulers throw ****** for babes at compounds. Innovators; mocking God's name. Mixing men with robotics, keeping the pure obscured, locking animals in a cage. Inorbing creation with cameras as eyes, like rats they scurry, hide; when the truth is knocking. Like a drunkard; This circular hell shalt rock as a ship, many planet's art approaching, none help shalt thou get.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©prophetic poetry.

Word meanings:
Anigh: near.
Darkling: growing darkness.
effrontery: shameless.
Eagle: the united states.
Effaced: erased, forgotten.
Gallizing: add water plus sugar to make stronger wine from grape juice.
Gamins: neglected boy left to the streets.
Gangrel: vagrant, loose built person.
Gaoler: jailer.
Whilst:while.
Thy:your.
Inorb: encircle, surround.
Circular hell: earth.
Art:are.
Nibiru title of poem: also known as planet x/planet 9/ a planet discovered by nasa back in the 80s admitted by them now being covered up by our gvt, its coming in With a blue planet as well , nibiru is being caught on pictures on cam and video all on youtube, if type in planet x 2016 on YouTube see his vids youll see what it is. It brings with it fireballs it latches on to other planet's it tilts pole shifts it has been also causing mass quakes also severe weather changes, though the gvt has been chemtrailing daily, don't know chemtrailing means look it up, my gvt does it daily using military jets and commercial planes that drop over 40 poisonous chemicals in your air which shuts down kidney, brain function causing heart issues in children and adults alike, the Pentagon even admitted to chem trailing though they lie to the American and world public saying it's for (global warming) yes our planet is changing but not because the reasons they tell us( they have controlled weather weapons that blast heat into the air ionizing molecules making the weather a weapon against us, they use darpa and harp to create these storms, up in alaska is one of main bases though have ionizers globally they can can create hurricanes, floods, even have it not rain. Main reason were realizing their spraying chemclouds which leave thick smoke trails left behind in your air That spread out into clouds you see unlike regular plane trails that evaporate asap after leaving the plane. Their spraying heavy to cover up nibirus approach. Bible spoke during the seven year tribulation fireballs would bomb the earth, also a great type of asteroid/meteor type thing during the seven years of tribulation where there will be people who dont accept yeshua jesus as lord and savior will be left behind if not raptured up by jesus, you'll have to endure an anti christ to rule This earth who's here now and his helper the false prophet religious leader now here to and well known who will bring all world religions together as one to worship the anti christ and an image that will be built. Their will be a mark of the beast given to those left behind I personally believe the rfid chip as revelation chap 13 speaks on this, it will be put in right hand and forehead, though can still be saved if left behind but will go through hell andon would have to reject the antichrist mark at that time to be saved in jesus not being ****** to hell. Bible speaks whoever takes the mark of the beast will be ****** eternally to hell. You wanna know how to accept yeshua (jesus) as savior I hope you'll read my post titled ( serious note for all readers) titles something like that, because judgement is coming to this land and things are coming upon.This earth that mens hearts will fail them because of it. Good news is jesus died for all mankind's sins, for jew, atheist, agnostic, scientific minded people, Buddhists, hindus, muslim, it doesnt matter what sins you've done or why or how, christ loves you all dear reader, will you accept him as lord savior today and know you'll be in heaven with him and in a real heaven with real angels real people with things so beautiful you have no idea what's in store for you, all it takes is a seed of faith to come to yeshua. Will you  now? If wanna go read my poem here titled serious note to all readers, do it before late, judgements coming thats not a joke reader. The title of note on this page to read is ( ) if wanna know how to accept yeshua ( jesus) as your lord and savior. I give you truth only hope youll take it before late. You have ?s write me add me (Brandon nagley) on facebook.
Good luck pray you make right decision
brandon nagley May 2015
A weary face stareth back at us all,
Giants grow tall where thy small minded are casted!!!

All concept to be trapped in our man made prism's!
Such derision is unanswered,
The gardenmen and planters make grow all thou conceiveth today!!!!

Love seekers to slaves,
What's the difference in its core?
Some cry out for extras,
While Heartbreakers taketh more!!!!

More of nothing left!!!

A thief to their theft,
A liar for every aching tounge!!!

Unappeasable audiences,
Bookies seek out bondmaids for their own descretion!!!!
Non completion soo cunning to these lusted cumulaters!!!!

Damsel,
Where art thou?

Elyptic in thy writings?
I proceed!!!

Laughing to bleed,
Or bleeding to die?

Electrode pulses bypass what's become of us,
Eristic flumes travel fluctuating rooms,
Where thy keyhole has no fit!!!!!

Acidic spit lines the dried out apertures,
They yawp ,
They count,
But add nothing to their foulard writings!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A weary face stares back at us all
Giants grow tall
Where the small minded are casted!!!

All concepts to be trapped in
Our man made prisons!!!

Such derision is unanswered!!

The garden men and planters
Make grow all thou conceives today
Love seekers to slaves,
What's the difference in its core?

Some cry out for extras
While Heartbreakers take more!!!!

More of nothing left
A thief to every theft
A liar per every aching tongue!!!!

Unappeasable audiences
Bookies seek out bondmaids
For their own completion!!!!

So cunning
To these lust cumulaters!!!!

Electrode pulses
Bypass what's become of us,
Eristic flumes
Travel fluctuating rooms
Wherein keyholes haveth no fit

Acidic spit
Lines the dried out mouth's
They gaze
They count

But add nothing to their foulard writings!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Goodnight all of HP
Sweetest of dream's (;
Goodnight
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