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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst reality I seeketh
I still find hidden gestures
I seeketh just one phone call
A romance novel of letters!!!
Maby it wilt come
Maby never
Maby I seeketh to much
Just me
A romanced novel
Realist!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught,
No pormonteaus of buried boon!!!
Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe,
Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!!

Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes,
Mother and father do buck,
Living in hell in thine own living room,
Fast lives, cars and trucks!

Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein,
Tears dry the carpets,
Entertainers dance in thy rain,
Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!!

Covetednous, they've made as their gods,
Fast foods, no life,
Intimance gone!!!!

A band to wear with crested jewels,
Yet what art they with no meaning?
Say thy affiance all that thou wilt,
Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!!

Mutagens and fabricators to selves,
Clouds come with no pour down,
The poor line the street for the corner spells,
Doeth you giveth them love?
Or throw them in cells?

Devotee to Christ,
Hath thou given advice?
Yet still taketh not thy own?
Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules,
Still dont want to be alone!!!

Trammels your in,
In trammels you'll sin,
In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
I want her to shoot me,
   With her novocaine saliva,
             Her tounge as the needle,
                   To kiss me passionately as the doctor that I seek...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I canst see why
So many believeth Satan
He's portrayed as ( an angel of light)
And any deceiver
Canst maketh one believeth in him

As for me.... .

Nope
Don't got mine vote dear Satan !!!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Thou art now subject to moral decay,
Moral display is factored in thy oddjob list,
Wherein snob-ball Lisp's are sumblime in groupie sets!!!!

Woe to be pondered,
Sky's souly to be wandered through broken holed boat's,
To neat-nice pottery stinking nets!!!

Astute loons maketh their graces high and mighty,
Where tribes stay rewinding their beginning end's of birth,
Art thou a leader from many kingdom's?
Or a lubricant to zealous curse!!!!!

Spoon's replace knive's,
Deadly sin to replace wive's,
Crimes against humanity puppeteer the market's trail,
Crumb's reach the helpless, whilst snarling dog's drag tail!!!!

Embankments to fit the streamed beauties,
Where prestine muting is sound fit to cold coated bones!!!

Infrequency goes higher to the laughing in lover's valley,
Wherein pin's to sportsman's ball goes rallied,
Tallied up zero to zero four score!!!

None makes a difference if thou art the lonely beggar at loves lost door!!!!

A premium stands by for the serpent who make's it's pass,
Crawl through the fiery hole thou stained creature,
Step out betwixt the cities of the now and forever future!!!!
#prisonview, #unspokensoul
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The cop's cameth into his poetical room
Pills were scattered in that moribund tomb....

The young man's body was **** on the floor
Like a baby he was once again rebirthed....

Poem's spread all abroad,
As the boy's veins were pumped by ****** cause.....

His eyelid's still open to see,
But he's now joined his ghost family.....

The spirit's sat and watched the cop's
Whilst the boy was with them and God.....

Mum and dad cying a sorrowful tune
Singing hymns of the depressed and the blue's....

The young man left a note on his bed,
Telling them he Gaveth all his love, and the one he loved left him bled...

He was scholar of the angelic ones,
Now he floats somewhere by the sun....

The only romantic around,
A poe enthusiast, Shakespherian amare clown.....

And because he hath given his all,
His expectations were broke as his wall.. .

The coroner brought the Hearse
At thirteen the boy was CURSED.....

Now twenty-seven he hadst let go,
He wasn't meant for this world anymore.....

In his time he saw who was worldly and not,
And through this time it was him they forgot...

He preached love of the star's above,
Now he returned with immaculate love....

His journey and strife was over far gone,
So he left in a hurry to his own song....

He feeleth no remorse, nor guilt,
Who wouldst with such wordly nilch...

At the funeral the crowd packed inside and wrapped around the block, he was more loved, just the demons made him think not...

People cameth he hath not seen in year's,
He was in the room with them, shedding some tear's....

He forgaveth them long ago,
It want them, just this place wasn't his home...

Though the ones whom he watched below,
Didint understand that or even know....

Now he's dressed in a celestial earthly black,
Wherein inside him the universe doth match.....

A halo he weareth once again,
Because in his past life he kneweth it wasn't his end....

But he continues to spread his amour',
To the lost, suicidal, and murdered galore....

He writes poem's now for God,
Wherein he belongs, no reason to sob.....

As everyone left his funeral room,
The young man stayed behind whilst crying a fool....

He yelled why didn't thou all loveth me back,
He preached of forgiveness and love, that's a fact!!!!

But he kneweth it was far to late,
Now to the serpahim he hast a nice date......

He's smiling now feeling the warmth,
His cold abode never couldst light that torch....

And now the world wilt remember his name
Twenty seven , forever young and a cherub flame........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
This isn't about noone just good writing,
Btw in poem I use word nilch which means nothing for u who don't know thanks...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
That moment
When I'm on the long wooded road
And mine mind hath gone blank,
No thoughts
Nor worries
Nor cares....
Just a blank stare penetrating the grey pavement

Numbing heaven..
I love driving down road when I'm the passenger and not having to  focus on driving lol the time when being a passenger and I see the trees passing me an the yellow lines on the pavement come and come and come.. And no thoughts are in mine mind.  Just happy in the moment.. No thinking just bliss
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Hollow tree, ****** me with thy apple I want to grab
Let me pluck thy fruit, mine lips art mute, grasp me in thy hand
Oh divine, thy juice doth unwind, into mine mind, gentle time
A crime for none, a loving- sum, nostalgia from whence was..

ii

Thus mine shoulder's art tearing me down, pound by pound
I don't careth anymore, for this useless town
Put me in the ground, embalm mine faculty
I'm on hand's and knee's, a fool for just one tease.

iii

Slap me in mud, giveth me a native brooch
Just a pucker shalt awaken me, a thoughtful smooch
Wherein the fears go away, wherein that one stay's
Guess I'm just alone, wherein I've numbered mine days....
Not for noone just being creative (:
brandon nagley Jun 2015
They are bond
Tis
I am unrestricted
I'd give mine heart
To one not hidden
I want to applaud
Her whilst in public
I seek no secrets
Or muffled Senate's
I seeketh one for simpleton conversation
To be her peasant
Of ourn own nation
I seeketh real
No chained up words
I need a steal
A healing herb
A dove
A bird
To fly with me
In storms that churn
Again
Tis I say
I seeketh real
Now and today!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
These graffiti walls lead us down hallways where grown men and young are both so alike, down to the oasis, Wherein brothers are nameless,
Yet still shalt save thy life!!!

Where grown men cry
To prison lullabies
Where tears are stream of joy!!!

Approached by staff
As thou wilt feel cut in half
Yet their love thou won't avoid

How lovely are all thy souls
Thou blue wearing sharades,
I look to all the strength
As thou shalt all wake
To turn another page!!!

I'll seeith thou at the oasis
In such a holiday time like this,
Wherein handshakes are welcome
Loneliness goes unspoken
But thy brother shalt clean thine own dish!!!
brandon nagley Jan 2016
Tιѕ, тнere'ѕ an oaѕιѕ; on тнe rιgнт oғ нer ѕιde
Tιѕ, ѕoмe wιlт calleтн тнιѕ oaѕιѕ Aѕιan,
Tιѕ, I calleтн Jane paradιѕe.



©Brandon Nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeтѕ poeтry
©Earl Jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( Fιlιpιno roѕe)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst the planet speaks of knowing love
Im sitteth here writing.....

One poem
Per every second
On every hour
In every week
For what the world thinks they know as love!!!

Now me,
I knoweth love!!!

Obvious
Ha
Yes!!

Obvious!!!
brandon nagley Feb 2016
O' bygone poet's,
For where hath
Thou gone;

O' bygone poet's,
I keepeth thee alive;
In mine poetic song's.

O' archaic poet's,
Arise from thy
sepulchre;

O' archaic poet's,
Hath thou gone
Lost; massacred.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Jane
Mine existence;
Jane
Mine quintessence;
Jane
Mine crème de la crème;
Jane
Thy name is the most incorporeal;
Jane
Mine ticker tick tock's, as a clock: time eternal.
Jane
I yearn for thee;
Jane
I don't deserveth thee;
Jane
I'm on mine knee's;
Jane
I'm begging please
Jane
I'm beseeching thee;
To cometh closer
Layeth thy head down
Upon mine chest
Falleth asleep
With me.
Jane,
I loveth thee.
Jane
Mine soulmate;
Jane
O' dearest love
O' dearest love.
O' how whole I am with thee
Mine dove.
O' dearest Jane.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry\ Hari-Reyna incorporated
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Mar 2016
The glacé savor, O' e'er how I needeth her so. O' she's the candelabra inside of me, sparking fires to maketh me whole. What's mine is her's, as what's her's is mine. Colonstias courting, O' to Highway Banadero; mine feet do I find. O' she canst healeth the blind, as tis I once was, mine sight is returned, as doth God through her work, didst thou not knoweth? She's a seraph by birth. Aloft the star's, she went through Apotheosis; hostess of the holy missives, O' how I received her amour long ago, afore the times of humankind's admission.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
glacé- means glaze with a thin sugar-based coating, or .
(of fruit) having a glossy surface due to preservation in sugar.
E'er- means ever.... And ever means( at all times, always).
candelabra- means a large branched candlestick or holder for several candles or lamps.
Colonstias- is a word I created meaning ( superb and captivating)
Courting- be involved with romantically, typically with the intention of marrying., to ask her hand in marriage in other words...
Highway banadero- is a main highway in Osamis city, Philippines that leads to mine Jane's Home!!!! Mine queen!!!
Canst- archaic for can.
seraph- or seraphim-an angelic being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as -belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.
Apotheosis- making divine, something, someone ... Meaning like divine being of God. From God... No not being God, as we're gods children but she is his angel .. (:: this word comes from Greek tongue...
Aloft- up in the air. Overhead-
Missive-a letter, especially a long or official one, message!!!
Afore- before...
Admission-the process or fact of entering or being allowed to enter a place, organization, or institution. Admittance...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I shalt go to a place
A place that is of satefy;
A place of security
And warmth.

O', to this place
A place of different creed;
A place of seraph breed
This place hold's a holy birthing seed.

O', a divine place
With a tan tropical grace;
And on her face
Rest's cupid's and tincture's.

O', poise of all commandment's
Her law's not of men, logged on Asiatic tablet's;
Capricorn of milky way magnet's
Her love's glacé, in me, it's implanted.

O'er the rainbow summit
O'er the plateau cumulus;
O'er her lip's I flyeth
As I dive down into her splended spirit, and taketh a sip..........

Of her soul
And my;
It maketh me whole.....




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jan 2016
i.

O'er the the Almighty's siege-
A baetyl soared, betwixt the
Floor's, of aqua green; swith
I was fixed, upon her wing's.

ii.

O' this queen-struck me, with
Her baculus, conducting, a calefacient
calix, thus the welkin carved the omnipresent
Out from me and Jane's pinion's.

iii.

Camaca Atman's, coursing
The future together; sacchariferous
Of the celestial, making love, mating-
Doves, bygone messenger's, sending
An amour' letter.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
O'er- archaic word for over.
Siege- is archaic for throne.
Almighty meaning- God Almighty.
baetyl is- : a roughly shaped stone (such as a meteorite) held sacred or worshipped as of divine origin. ( the baetyl is Jane, though no don't worship her as God, we worship God together, she is divine though as gods angel...) She's divine...
Betwixt- means between archaic tongue...
I was fixed- meaning mine eyes and all was fixed on Jane. Paying attention to her deeply...
Swith- archaic for instantly...
baculus is a rod or a staff, word that's archaic...
Conducting means- transmit (a form of energy such as heat or electricity) by conduction.
calefacient meaning- warming; anything that warms.
calix- means a cup or a chalice...
Welkin- archaic word for sky, heavens, the firmament, or celestial sphere.
Pinions- are the outter part of wings.. The feather's...
Omnipresent means- (of God) present everywhere at the same time.
Camaca is- a fine silk fabric.
Atman's- means a person's soul or a soul...atmans meaning more than one..
sacchariferous- means bearing sugar... Archaic word...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Apparition's of the darkest of days,
Swept feet,rythmless beats, bang on dark caves!!!

Abject, abject , come out of thy tombs, the warmongers draweth near in silk satin platoons!!!!

Cold hit's the wall, rain hits thine door, the floodgates flap open, no rubies on shore!!!

We art all one!! Grains of sand enlightened to Egyptian sun. We art all free, but slaves to what is..

Gather thine good's, for the abysmal's now understood!!!

For their laughing is now mixed with tears, for its thy blood now that sheds humanities darkest of fears!!!

Thy hearts burden is heavy!!!

Thine eyes dragged and soaked,

Thou canst run from thine self thou Master of dark cloak!!!!!!!!

Tip-top silently, our Whisper's go through a box,
Lock me up, tie me down,

For this heart beats slowly to STOP!!!!!!!!
Old poem
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Temple tunics
On antipodal brim
Enfolding in boughs
Lochs of lagoon
No broadcasts
To ruin ourn tune
Ourn tress to clout
No shame nor doubt
Endless labyrinth
North to south
Feeding doves by hand
Grains of tan
Whilst the bairn scowl
For mimes and Lambs
Broods of technology
Tearing down filth
Governmental collapse
Every man's self
In his house!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

O' god
How worthy I am not;
To hath been given such a gift

ii.

O' Jehovah
How deserving I am not;
To hath received a queen to me whom uplift's

iii.

O' Yahweh
How thankful I am;
To hath been sent down the messenger to man

iv.

O' heavenly father
How wonderful thou art;
As thou hath made the creation of angel's, as jane play's that part

v.

O' Elohim
Thou hath sent me a reality, fantasy, and dream;
For she's everything I needeth, as thou doth giveth to thy children

vi.

O' lord
How magnificent thou art;
How magnificent thou art.

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

In thine soul
In thine soul;
I'm whole.

ii.

In thine arm's
In thine arm's;
I shalt rest in thine abode.

iii.

In thine thought's
In thine thought's;
I shalt stay.

iv.

In ourn aisle
In our aisle;
Thy wedding dress shalt sway.

v.

O' heaven
O' beautiful heaven;
Is all I knoweth, with thee.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/wife dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
Oh man I can seeith the beauty in thy things thou calleth ugly,
Oh man I would and will uplift that statuetic queen thou calleth beast!!

Oh man I will learn to feast with her with candles and incense to aroma ourn scents,
Oh man thou canst buyeth her, she's not a slave for thine own rent!!!!

Oh man you throw her in the trash, and I am a trash digger,
Yet what thou doth not know is that thou threw out the gift!!

And kept thy bubble rap!!!!!!!

Haha, blind looker!!!!
Keepers, keepers,
Losers, weepers,
If only hence I'd find such a treat!!

Oh man, thou mayeth shackle her in reigns,blindfold her in vain,
I shall break her loose, and her noose once worn shall be on thy head!!

Oh man, thou hath sliced her by tongue,
Gaveth her false hopes, and no fun,
I'm her plane to fly her out!!!

Oh man,
One of doubt?
Crazy thou sayeth?

that I am eh good friend!!!!

Yet who's the crazy one selling thy gold for worldly deception!!

How's this inscription?????
A quick one by me to tell men to treat thy woman and women as queens, not material bought products!! A queen, not some slave to control and hurt and use,
Show her and give her your life your love and soul , for to many of you just see the flesh blood and bones, and no spiritual soul connection is there! If you'd take a second to look inside not just for men but women to, you'd all see the heaven god put inside each and Every one of us!!! Men treat thy women as queens, women men as kings, and let thy souls connect!! Something I dearly seek soo many of you reading this have!! Dont take the one next to you for granite! We only  have for today!! ():
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Queen, O' Queen, thou art more than good enough,
Thou art mine life, in struggle's we wilt strive, we wilt survive the horned one's push; we art conjoined by ourn love, and stitched in by ourn kisses. We wilt maketh dream's cometh to reality, bypassing wisher's and wishes. Thou shalt cometh home from work, I shalt hath cleaned the house, fixed dinner: done the dishes. Taper's shalt be set, myrrh oil shalt be burning, Napkin's folded in place, the chicken over the fire shalt be turning. Ourn amour' shalt none more be faraway; we shalt be close, holding, kissing another, ourn anguish shalt decay. Mine Queen, O' dearest queen, I shalt wait; thou art not losing me, mine loyal empress of Asian sea's, I'm proud to be thy king, O' how happy I am with thee. Earl Jane Nagley: mine Filipino rose, and treat.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

O' how I oweth
God so much;
O' how blessed
I am so much.
O' how much
God's given me;
O' mine lord,
Mine God, king.
O' how I oweth God
So much;
For Jane mine
Queen;
Mine sweet,
Thou hast
Given me.

ii.

O' Yahweh
To thee I
Bow; O'
Almighty Jehovah
To thee, thy crown.
O' Elohim
Father of
Christ;
I thanketh thee,
For mine queen
And wife;
O' dear God
Mine maker;
So much to do,
More for thee,
And thy son
To; O' how I
oweth:
God so much.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©earl Jane nagley-filipino rose dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If one doth not except
Or like
Or understand mine writings,

Well......

Oh well
To bad,

Tis not for them
Tis for me

As I dont like critic's
Nor care
For them anyways!!!

I never have
Taken a liking to critics anyways!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2016
i.

Lá breithe shona duit, from whence I came.
Birthed from thy womb, a bairn of thy soothe,
Máthair, Máthair; balm to mine wound's.

ii.

How didst thou deal with me, so needy
And in want; yet mother thou didst
Sheweth me that love is worth more
Than material stuff.

iii.

As I grew, it's thee I knew, that shewed me
Compassion existed; in a world still cruel.
Thou art mine guidestone, in heaven's
Room's, thou art the ray that glow's
Like the midnight moon.

iv.

As when the fear doth shew and come,
To thee, Máthair; I'll alway's run. It's
Thy smile that overpowers the sun,
For thou art the one; who bring's
Sunny day's.

v.

Spiritually were connected, in every way,
Emotionally we've resurrected, aloft death's
Own shade; Lá breithe shona duit, for
Another day, mayest ourn Angel's
Guide thy way, and to God we'll
Praise.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Juna nagley birthday dedication
Lá breithe shona duit- means happy birthday in old Irish.
Whence- from which, from where.
Bairn- a child.
Máthair; means ( mother) in Irish tongue.
Sheweth or show- means show.
Didst+ did.
Thou and thee - both mean (you) in archaic form.
Shewed- showed, or show another form.
Doth- does.
Thy- your
Aloft- overhead.

Today's my mother's b day happy birthday to my wonderful mother who's been there for me in darkness and in the light! As she is one of my biggest sources of light! Me and her can relate through everything as we've been through everything together! And as we are one spiritually! Get to know me you get to know my mother alot lol me and her are one ! Happy birthday mother! As yesterday was my mom and dad's anniversary as well lol . So two days to celebrate here! Thanks all for reading!
Happy b day mother!
With love your Sunny boy
Brandon!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
ojos de Angel
Thy dress is quite seen, thy vocabulary to me reads
The word's of a queen.......

mo chuisle
Thy feet art tired from work
Relax, let mine finger's exhort, pressing and caressing softly to thy skin.....

buah hatiku
For thee I write ancient poems and haiku's
Doth thou not seeith thou art mine muse, and law giver to me?

sirenita
I've traveled for thee from afar
I giveth mine courtship to thee, and heart
For though distance doth not keep us apart,
Distance is but a word
As mineself I canst maketh it all real...
Just telleth me,

When thou art up for a real call
A real visit
And everything to be....
For I'd giveth all for thou
Mine reina
Mine everything....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
ojos de Angel- means angel eyes in Spanish
mo chuisle- means my pulse in Irish
buah hatiku- means fruit of mine heart in Indonesia...
sirenita- means little mermaid in Spanish
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The younger generation prefers a quick text to show their love,
Though younger mineself...

I prefer an old fashioned phone call
Or a heartfelt old style romanced letter
Written
Sealed
Delivered by me...

I guess im just just old fashioned
In a new age soup bowl!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
His whole life
A murderer
Liar
Thief
Gambler
Cheater
Debtor
Dealer
Idolater
Covete­r
Sinner

Was dying his final death
Upon his hospital slab
As he confessed his immortal transgression's
To God who hath been waiting for this old sinner
To repenteth for a long time......
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

A degree unlike any to mankind
O lord, thou hath sent me a goddess;
Teeth, pearlied whitened, hair black
Tagalog golden parlance, gem strapped.

ii.

Felicity hath abducted me
Into mine Jane's melting heat;
Her fire is as if the burning bush
Whence back when God didst to Moses speak.

iii.

Mine creator created her
And saweth it was good;
He stitched her from mine rib
As mine heart, molded in her ladyhood.

iv.

Commandment's he hath layed out
To be endowed to mine empress queen;
Ourn endearment contracted on blood moon's
Saturn's color's to write out, the many year's to be the ring's.

v.

As time wilt passeth on
Mine needing for her shalt get bigger;
I canst liveth without mine Filipino rose
She's mine lover, soulmate, angelic figure.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate
brandon nagley Sep 2015
If I'm
To dieth today;
Please telleth mine queen Jane
All of mine poem's art right here, displayed on mine page.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A standstill!!!!

The planet's spinning out of control!!!

Mistaken identities are non friendly!!!

A false temple shalt be erected
The saviors ressurected
For didn't thou heareth?

No more sadness
No more tears
To famish a costly spirit!!!

Open murderer's
Wilt **** with a smile
The land of the old
And persecution's trials

Wilt shake!!!!!

Trembled cake!!!

No layers of good taste!!!

A volcanic comeback
For all to see,
As the fish and the trees
Come to their boil!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Candy eyes ****** me
Angel kind please loose me
Suicide induce me
As I feel thine lingering omnipresence...
brandon nagley Jan 2017
She was the rose,
         Twas I her thorn;
            O' how mine heart
                                  Weeps.
           Im lost in the storm.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Twas: it was.
Mine:my.
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

From the soot
I shalt awake;
In mine arm's
Love do take,
Queen, mine
Home, mine
Night and day;
Mine trove of
Treasure, to
Thee I stay.

ii.

In the aqua
Dip mine head;
Living nomad's
Oriental home-
Stead. Taking
Breath's, blowing
Out heat, touching
Toe's, united feet.
From below, thence
The deep, in thy tress,
I wrap around, once unheard,
Now thou hath heard mine sound's.
From the crypt, where I was buried, I cried out loud,
In painful worries; mine ghost scurried, to and fro, then I saweth
Thee; mine Jane, mine own. Thus then was saved, from the foul devil's, I was rescued, brought to thine refined level.


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

Once upon a time, in the interweb of H.P
Betwixt technology's advance, wherein all us poet's dream;
I met a queen, a tan skinned Filipino rose
I kneweth her from before formation, we got conjoined by toe's.

ii.

Friend's only at first, she was always there to listen
Though in love the whole time, an angelic preordained invention;
Both to shy, to cometh out with ourn realest affection's
Though mine spirit was screaming telleth her, I got her attention.

iii.

After us both in focus, and this hellish step-stool left behind
We both, like past life ghost's, made ourn amour' as sweet wine;
And now and forever, until the end of tommorrow, and time
We shalt forever fasten ourn specter's, now all maketh sense fine.

iv.

Many thinkest eternal living doth not exist, after ourn death
Telleth that to me and earl Jane nagley, as we shalt flyeth;
Ourn wing's wilt glideth, the moon's, atmosphere's, and star's
God is ourn guider, the angel's sit beside her, as I feeleth whole

                                            In mine heart.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
ı.

Oňċє ѧ pєѧsѧňţ
Noɰ ѧ ҡıňɢ;
Bєċѧusє sһє һѧţһ ʟєţ mє
Iňţo һєя Ԁяєѧm's.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
If you can't read poem it said

i.

Once a peasant
Now a king;
Because she hath let me
Into her dreams.
brandon nagley May 2015
Change,
Can thou adapt?
Hath thou woken from thy slumbered nap,
Or is it all just volunteering?

You've lost thy wheel,
No more steering!!!!

Your a young elder,
A young builder with nothing to do nor build,

Hath thou lost thine fill???
One
brandon nagley Aug 2015
One
We art one soul
Earl Jane, mine spiritual abode;
Mine cruor runneth through her vein's
Into her heart, into ourn brain's.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I shalt waiteth
One billion years
One billion fears
One billion tears
To haveth mine (mi amour')
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A thee here
A tis there
A thou everywhere
Tis
I write different oh man,
For I am not thou
Thou canst change mine writings
I'm a good soul of the clouds
I shalt not be broken
I shalt not be torn down
I've seen devils and demons
Yet I forgiveth them somehow
Though I know how,
For God speaks through me
For thou readers and newbies
I'm one about love,
A message of long ago!!!!
I'm relaying it again
I am me
Thou art not me
Thou canst change me mine friend!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Hell hath ripped asunder
Mine angel bursted in with thunder;
In the pit I was down under
As mine Reyna lifted me on her shoulder's.

She shuttled me to her rotunda
We flapped beyond ourn Ramada;
She was flamboyant, luminescent as a dahlia
Two separate soul's, making one consortium.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
Such an abatement of voices creep sparingly, verily I tell you, they shall be accrue in the mornings dew!!
Acquaint me on mine wrongs, thank me for mine songs I subdue!!!
They are just registry's of what's real and what's not!!!!

Must you haveth natural air to breathe? Annotater of annunuity. Apprentice fakes overtake innocent babies where the unnatural scabies infest the freshest of human skins.

Carrouse all your symptoms away. You leader, you fearer, you murderer by day!!!

Your one charitable cent gives to noone, for someone in thy heavens watches your do's and donts!!!!

Sure you won't infest beyond breed. You striver to succeed, your alive today aren't thou?

Grant it, you don't look it....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As the timeglass was running low
I realized
I had only one grain of sand left
Until mine life shalt be up..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I can't lie,
                 I'm one heck of a trip!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The hospital see's this man everyday
Come in for his fix
The man tells them,

Come on doc giveth me mine queen
I needeth mine hit!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Inamorato's and inamorata's
Hath lost the meaning of amour';
Being two separate entities.

ii.

Me and mine lass
Shalt forever last;
For we art one spirit, one soul, one destiny.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
inamorata is a person's female lover
Inamorato is a male.... Thanks for reading
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Truth is
When one soul's taken
Another one is born
When one's heartbroken
Another one is torn
When one is tortured
The other ones cut to
When two are in love
They becometh one
Amour so true!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Tis I must asketh
O', tis I must asketh;
What is life, without the life in it?

Tis I must asketh
O', tis I must asketh;
What is living, if mine amare wasn't near.

Tis I must telleth
O', I must telleth;
Separate twas I, who was a separate entity before.

Tis I must telleth
O', I must telleth;
Once was I unconnected, now hath I connection, one with Jane.

Heaven's gate
Pearly
Door......


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