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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Wrinkling lids
Shut tonight
Dying is missed
Champion blithe
Cruel plotters
Plot to maketh
They soar with wings
Evil takings
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Suspension of appendage wings
Flapping to the breeze
Left out
Left alone
Begging mercy on mine knees
A bullet to graze the overpass
Albatross in flight
Brainiac turned manic
Heart blasting panic
Hopeless gored romantic
Tubing fuzz of static
Hung himself
In attic
Glorified to god
Hidden in a pod
Birthed

Flight from planet Pluto!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
As I wanted to stop writing today,
Poe cameth to speaketh to me....
Poe said,
"Son, thou must continue on mine hopeless dark romance"
Then I hadst seen Shakespeare,
Shakespeare said to me......
"Son, thou art the new me in thy modern age, thou canst not let that die,  thou art one of a kind, as people do seeith that..never giveth up being who thou art".....
So after these two cameth and spoke to me today,
I figured mine writing,
Is not yet over....
I'll continue to write these amour letters,
Even if none in return,
It's just that purest of love,
Mine heart doth yearn....


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
He was just a modern day Shakespherian
With some poe blood
He showed the world
And Gaveth all his love....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
This lonesome blood
Drips through mine lonesome veins
Which leadeth to mine lonely heart
That seepeth in mine lonesome soul
Which cometh out
In the form......

Of poe like poetry!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
. . . . .nothing
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Oh Mr poe

How the alcoholic demon seduced thou,

Showing thy mind places and things thou ought not to go,

Thou left resilient novels

As Annabel Lee

The raven I'm pleased

The black cat for darkened comical gesture..

Died in thine own splendor
Of hell and the grave
Rebirthed today

If thou and me could explore
Just one chat!!

Could one imagine that?
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Thou canst findeth me at poe's grave
Jotting down poe's name
Reading all of poe's pain
And yet a love slave,
Like a Shakespherian novelist...
Shakesphere rebirthed....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
What makes a poet?
HIS SOUL.....
brandon nagley Oct 2015
A Poet
Who's normal?
Never heard of such a thing;



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The ancient prophet's of the past
Wouldst be called
Poets of today....



©Brandon nagley
©,Lonesome  poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Poetic,
Thy beak can speak words of sensual charm,
But canst thou speak of what's to cometh?
Poetic,
Thy words do flow and run,
As a waterfall, tumbling hummus!!
Poetic,
Thou canst shape lives by thy wittled crippled fingers,
Yet canst thou show thy action? Like thy hero's and singers?
Poetic,
Thou canst bringeth life to thy surroundings,or death to thy foes,
Yet wilt thou giveth all thou haveth from thy back? Or steal poor men's troves!!!
Poetic,
Thineself can waketh one to splendor,or putteth them to sleep,
But cans't thou heareth them? Rub their bones when their weak?
Poetic
Poetress
Poets
Tis I do believe!!
With thy words,
Thine self could make seeds to eternal beautitude,
Or everlasting damnation!!!!

I'm a stoic,
For mine words art mine action's!!!

Art thy own?
Poetic.....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mine feathered hair
And mine nineteen sixty seven side-burn's
Yes I'm happy
With being a different kind of poetic turn...

Though highly I do not think of mineself
I guess I'm just happy
Being someone else.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
I don't think I'm nothing great .. But I can admit this I'm
Happy how God made me, a different poetic creation indeed. As god is the master artist and poet to make me !!! Ha that rhymed lol
brandon nagley May 2015
A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
mine de tendre bavures la chute de la déchirure que les années goutte de vie de la mine, reine de rêve de, ne peut pas une réalité que nous faisons dans la vie ourn? dans lequel il n'y a pas de douleur, ni les conflits, mais un trésor que nous mettons la main de ourn dans tous les temps, nous devons une tranche de eachother amour !!! Que fais mienne l'aorte haveth en magasin oh acknowledger de la mine aimer sort ..... ce sort à l'enfer de poète oh lonesome ...... ( french tongue)

(English translate)

Mine tender smudged tear's fall as years drop from mine life, queen of dream's, can't a reality we make in ourn life? wherein there's no pain nor strife, but a treasure chest we put ourn hand's into every time we need a slice of eachother's amour!!! What dost mine aorta haveth in store oh loving acknowledger of mine spell!???..... this spell oh lonesome poet's hell......
Hopeful dreams... Though I'm a realist lol
brandon nagley Jul 2015
A true poet taketh an escape
When needing a break
He escapeth to madness
Now that's pure madness!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The greatest poet's never tried to get known,
They were the modern day loser!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I met Edgar Allen poe long ago
He said
Whilst I'm gone
And the Raven eateth mine flesh
"Rewrite mine poetry"
"And giveth the people only the best"........
brandon nagley Jun 2015
It's not about
Which poet outdoes another poet,

It's about writing!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Poetry
Bleeding out with the lonesomeness to be its water ....
brandon nagley Oct 2015
When a poet taketh a pen
And writeth a stanza or line;
It's as if we're junkies
Shooting dope, getting high.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Many's parent's told them at birth
Don't waste thy time on rhyme's
Get a job and real life....
Though to many of us....
Poetry is a job
Poetry
Is life......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
I've never had mine parent's tell me to not do this growing up yet I know many who tell their kids don't do this or that it's just a dream... well as I more than know!!!! Dreams can be a reality if you make them and want them to be
brandon nagley Jul 2015
As the hurt of other's shalt fadeth away,
                     The poetry of one's soul, always doth stay...
And whilst the hurt one shalt soon forget,
                     Poetry shalt be a best friend, a spiritual bliss....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Poetry
This soul's release;
From this purgatory called earth...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
We're all just freaks on display...
In a poetry cage!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She's mine darling
Of Spanish egress
I giveth her mine all
She returneth the best
Love letters
Stacked for her
Written on desk
A holy sanctum
Highly blessed
Though we hath struggled
I shalt not giveth up
She's mine fill
In ourn dove sculpted cup
She's perfect
Though she feels not!!!
She turns me on
Tunes me in
It's her I want
A marvel of all society
A Ruby not seen
Hidden by madmen and ******
A poets full dream!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
A poet uses their
Soul for word's;
And their spirit
As their pen.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Everyone's a master poet
Until
One day...

They stop getting all those likes
On their whimsical page,

Than thats the part
Where they
Threaten to leave H.P!!!!

Ha!!

But tis
They always stay!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

The quiet crypt amongst the goblin's and ghoul's
I secretly wander, an isolation love tomb;
And in this mausoleum, I expatiate the catacomb
Crooning mine soft echoe's, as mine painful shadow doth moan.

ii

Mine doppelganger of heartbreak, lingers aloft the mist
I seeketh for another ghost lover, just one apple kiss;
A globules of amour, I beggeth for just one tiny pinch
I beseech for a peach, one bite inside her flowery glimpse.

iii

An ingenue of cosmos venue, a juncture of cheribum Host's
The lightning bug's, to be as ourn love, lighting up the ghost's;
Bonjour from me, none Au revoir from her, a delightful play
One of mi amour', as lightning dances, and fairies art Prancer's.

iv

The universal relic, to be ourn set, the curtain closed, sweet duet
She calleth me king, I calleth her pet, lass of day, lad of the nest;
And whilst the pest's, tryeth to cut ourn wings, well standeth tall
And whilst we standeth, we'll grabbeth all there is to bring.

v

A dwelling place, in her amulet of both of ourn beating heart's
Never away, none distance, none evil or lies to keepeth us apart;
Lineal scout's, of what life's all about, leaving fear's in the out
And walking the galaxy, leaving step's, heaven awoke, undressed.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just a beautiful poem not about noone just hoping for one to love me for me (:
brandon nagley Oct 2015
It seems the poorer man
Always writeth with word's
So rich;



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Dear god...
From thy son brandon Cory nagley

I know tis
Ive done wrong lord,
Show mine amour' she's not alone as thought
For her life with thy love twas bought
As thou knows as I dear god
She is priceless...
Showeth her thy heavens
Give her rest upon her burdened brow
Send a letter for me lord
That I'll miss her when she's gone
That for her I'll write this prayer to song
I needeth her now!!!

Dear god,
I know ive done mine wrongs
Ive got mine troubles to,
Canst thou show her through?
Where she shalt be with the moon
And maby I can be their guests!!

Dear god
Show her I'm not as all the rest
For I shalt not run
As they did!!!

Giveth her strength in sorrow
Make for her a better tomorrow
As tis
She's done for me

Lord please
Help mine queen

And please,
Take the nails out of her hands
And replace them with mine

Take her crown of Thorn's from her skull
And shove it to mine mind

For I'll take the spear from her to mine ribs,
For her I'll live !

For her I'd take back the hands of time!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
This pain physically is giving me alot of stresses on me everyone so if I stop writing thats why thanks
Need prayers
Brandon nagley
I'm having kidney issues not some bullcrap.. I need prayer for you who pray for God's healing over me thanks ... With love BRANDON
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thou doth not meet by accident
Nor chance!!!

Thou shalt meet one by predetermined
And predestined fate!!!
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;

Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;

Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;

Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;

Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;

Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;

Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;

Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;

Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;

Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;

Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;

Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;

Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;

Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;

Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;

War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;

Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.

Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;

Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;

Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.

Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.

Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.

Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;

Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;

The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;

Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;

China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;

Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;

A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;

With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;

Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.

Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;

More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;

More to cometh
Predicted long ago;

Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;

Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;

King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.

Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;

A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;

World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;

Predicted long ago.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
brandon nagley May 2015
Man,
You take thy queen for granite,
And hath forgotten the jewel right next to thyself??????

For I've been seeking a diamond in the rough for millenias now!!!

Oh foolish patron!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
For did you know oh man of Durham isles, that this land was once wild? Storming of naturalist beauty!
Didst thou perfect your machines? As your greed comes pouring out of your pockets...
You turned bombs into rockets, and mind control among the crowd!
For the beast you worship, as secretive ceremonies you make Illuminati artwork in drag,
Cloaked as fad!
Glossal Intention's, sinful inventions you bring to your bilderberg tables, glochidiate your fable's!
Huzza your followers give you, clapping hands get's you turned on, trade your flags for guns oh nation bound to be buried, unashamed, untamed, lavished, not married!!!
Bandmen ride their red horses, as death draws her sword, boys turning to girls, and girls turning boys?
White noise!!!
You Judas of two thousand generation, for your **** and *******'s you've made your own commandment!!!
Abandonment.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
When all else faileth
Let me and thine own amour queen Jane;
Powerfully prevaileth.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Primavera español, defensor de la luna y los árboles, me da respiro, déjame sentir esa tierna brisa !!! ya que sólo es ¿puedes tú que me da la vida !!!    ( Spanish tongue)

(English tongue)

Spanish spring, advocate of the moon and trees, give me breathe, let me feel that tender breeze!!! as only it is thou that canst giveth me life!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Daily I hath cogitation's
Of mine lass with me;
In union matrimony.

ii.

Her torchon lace
Set in place;
Comely to mine suiting.

iii.

To compass us
Divinity;
Comforting serenity.

iv.

No need for memory
She shalt be;
Right next to me.

v.

Concord of
The Philippine's;
And Greece, deeply saccharine.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Just on the other side of that window
Is freedom so close I canst smell it,
Mayeth of not known it at the moment
But still hadst a memory of what it was....

And I waited for freedoms taste...
Old poetry in prison when I did time
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Ive been in prison
And hated the feeling of being some animal
In a cage;
Though I wouldn't mind being a prisoner
In mine Reyna's soul
Wherein it's warm and whole...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん/earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
This palace is not meant for boys, no place for toys where thy young and free minded may roam!!
Just anger stacked upon years, dream turned to fears,
Where thy counties finest are booked into every room.
No hotel mantra here,
Just walkways ,
No grass to be stepped upon!!!
All windows to be looked out on rainy and Sunshine's missed days!!!
Open thine eyes young inmate soldier,
You might misseth the marijuana extorted haze!!!!

Drug infested ways at its final content,
All stories told,
Some middle aged,
Young and old,
All money talks to pay thy hellish rent!!!

Murderees seemeth to smile here,
Sometimes even a grin!
Laughter still goes far beyond these white laced bars ,
Now its you who pays for sin!!!!

Grey boxes to keep thy finest of goods,
Nightsticks to giveth you good beatings on every corner,
Some fools get aroused, while others cry misunderstood!!!!

Surely medicate thineself here all you will,
Dining will delute you,
The speech here will pollute you,
From your own self ,
Thou might be killed!!!

Self will,

Doth thy have it old time crook?

No watery brooks awaiting us for now,


Freedom is there , I smell it!!
I taste its share,
We all will strive to fight this government stained beast!!!!

We will be free!!!!
We will once again be free...........
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I canst lie
Things one sees behind prison bars
Canst really mess ones brain up!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
(Mina)
I was so lost in her eyes
then she walked out of my life
Leaving me without directions, hopelessly,

I couldn't find a way
So as to run along
And get away
She took away a part of me....

(Brandon)
And as she tooketh a part of me
I couldst not let her go,
She is mine true amour',
Mine queen, that pulled me from below...

And as she pulled me up
The thunder cloud's broke,
I couldst feel ourn soul's
Uniting in ***** blood poke...

(Mina)
But she didn't keep our promise
And she doesn't seem to care,
Now I miss the scent of love
That once was in the air.

I know she had the right to go
Yet unfair of her to walk away,
For she broke our lifetime promise
The promise to stay!!!!

(Brandon)
As she broke ourn promise to stay
Tis was painful every day
Night for me was blackness
The moon was blood by pains...

As whilst the moon didst release
It's cruor in the dusk
Mine amare said she'd be here
Through the storm's of human bust...

But human's art not us
As tis we aren't them.......
So she walked away anyways
Leaving me a broken man

(Mina)
And here I am, writing of her
With the hope that she'll be back soon
I think I'm just going insane
My lonesome nights, talking to moon
This was idea Mina came up with about a man who loved a woman soo much and she broke every promise of staying to her man and her man still lingers waiting for her though she walked away sadly ... Hope you all enjoy... By me and Mina ,(:::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
PROMISES
Just ones words to satisfy
Ones fears and worries..
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