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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thou canst either be a slave to love
Or a servant to evil,
Which one doth thou chooseth.?
brandon nagley Apr 2016
i.
Iwis, in the overt eye's,
Her, mine Jane;         ii.
I'll lionize.                   Erelong, the psalmody
                                      Of courting gesture;
                                      A consort's
                                      diadem,
                                      Meet
                                      for
                                      Treasures.
iii.
Tambourines shaketh
Whilst sistrum's
Jangle; horn's
And pipes
In the melody
Tangle.
            
           iv.
            Sitar and harp peal,
            Shofar's explode
            The comet's; un-
            earthed by seven
            seal's, reeling in
            Renewal and
            birth's of one
            mindset.
      
                                   v.
                                     Free will is chosen,
                                     though by Yahweh
                                     abideth we; unclad
                                     to the human fad,
                                     In love- O' blessed
                                               To be.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
Iwis- certainly,surely.
Overt- done or shown openly; plainly or readily apparent, not secret or hidden.
lionize- archaic for - give a lot of public attention and approval to (someone); treat as a celebrity...
Erelong- before long, or soon.
psalmody- psalms arranged for singing....
Courting- be involved with romantically, typically with the intention of marrying. ( wanting or trying to marry one ) a man courting a woman. Old tradition more romantic in other countries a lost art if you may. And lost true romance...
Consort- a wife, husband, or companion, in particular the spouse of a reigning monarch...
Diadem- crown with jewels for a  king or queen.
Meet- ( fitting, or proper) archaic way of meet .
Sistrum- a musical instrument of ancient Egypt consisting of a metal frame with transverse metal rods that rattled when the instrument was shaken.
Peal- means- a loud repeated or reverberating sound of thunder or laughter.
Shofar- a ram's-horn trumpet used by ancient Jews in religious ceremonies and as a battle signal, now sounded at Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
Yahweh- a form of the Hebrew name of God used in the Bible. Just like Elohim is another name, and God also calls himself ( I am) meaning always was and always will be... He is the alpha and omega beginning and end. Before him was nothing and will be nothing after him! He always was and always is!!! The almighty!!!!. Jehovah is another name for him... (:: christs father God.
Abideth- or abide- accept or act in accordance with (a rule, decision, or recommendation....( especially abiding in God, obeying him).
Unclad- **** or naked...
Fad- an intense and widely shared enthusiasm for something, especially one that is short-lived and without basis in the object's qualities; a craze.
brandon nagley May 2015
They ****,
They Mame,
They steal,
They play,
They laugh,
They covet,
They test
Hell as an oven!!!

They backstab,
They backbite,
You pulleth and grab,
They moan in delight,
They cheat,
They lust,
They thrive,
Of bones and of dust!!!

Their uncharitable,
They murmer,
Their a narcotic using world,
Their explorers,
Their punks,
Their freaks,
Their madmen,
Their geeks!!!

Their warlords,
Their pacifists,
Their hatred,
Is all nonchalant!!!!!

They get high to get what they want,
Their complainers,
Their lazied!!!
Their pilled out,
Junkies,
Crazy!!!!

Their low,
In disguist,
They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!!
A delightful expensive musk!!!

Their cheap,
Penny pinchers
Their losers,
Their winners


Their warriors,
Their jocks,
Taking selfies of shame,
Of perverted stuff!!!

Their tounges are asps,
Their hands are weapons,
They'll meet you in hell,
I looketh forward to heaven!!!!

Their babies,
Scaby infested,
Some get off on ***,
Others love molestation!!

Their racists,
Their rapists to!!!
Of mother earth,
And mankind's tombs...

They turn on each other,
Sister and thy brother,
They gaze in mothers purse,
As with dad arguments stay cursed!!!

They are disobedient,
Disloyal in their love!!
No god do they worship,
Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!!

They eat on organics,
They eat pesticide!!
Some live on freely,
Others seek thy easy way out(suicide)

The have no one to turn to,
Except their vain imaginations,
Their nonhumble,
Proudfully tumbled!!!!
Their fall is bound to occur!!!!

These are the humans!!!!

Welcome to earth!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As its more than honesty
The world followeth the wordly man who giveth (wise word's...)
Yet tis wordly,

As the unearhtly men giveth spirtual knowledge
Yet thou turneth away from them?

Wordly beasts!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
There's always a shadow watching thou,
It's thyself!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Just as
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
I've been through the fiery furnace.......
And as them,
I cameth out unscathed and untouched without one burn mark...
I'm a spiritual being,
I'm protected...
brandon nagley May 2015
The shamanic soul wanders the desert
                                                          ­            I trail his shadow!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Thither soon
The harvest Moon;
September, mine month of birth
Me and mine Reyna shalt swoon.

ii.

Asunder the leaves
Through the fall lit tree's;
Me and mine dame
Shalt gyrate the amour that we bleed.

iii.

The moon to be red
Ourn eye's to giveth vision's;
Of me and mine sweet Jane
Making love in celestial kitchen's.

iv.

On the grass
In the sea of thought;
Ourn affection unearhtly
Not to be store bought.

v.

Ourn headdress
Made from peacock quill;
A medicine woman and man
shaman of autochthonous skill.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The greatest thing about H.P
Is getting to know other poet's
As tis they
Get to knoweth me....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Sharing-a gift from god
Taking- Satan's compassion!!!
brandon nagley Apr 2017
i.

Debased, feeling unworthy, I was a shackled, debackled
Seeking, looking, yearning, in all the wrong place's;
Seeing a billion face's, none I couldst connecteth to
I sought a spirit, an unknown so true, one to maketh me alive.

ii.

Betwixt the contour of blood and gore, that this place hath spilt
Lava poured downward, no smelling perfume's, devil endorsed;
I bit mine lip's from the pinch of the blaze, demon's eye's glazed
None water, none rain, as tis this dungeon was a devlish porch.

iii.

In shock, mine pupil's rolled to the back of mine bone
I felteth left behind, none amour', none more safety abode;
BLASTTTTTTTTTTT, cameth a flicker, a Cosmos shaking
The earth quaking, beneath mine toe's, mine being felt so whole.

iv.

I cleped out this stardust cloaked Reyna's name, O' Reyna,
Whence thou cometh, thee is it, I've known from past living's;
I grabbed tightly, to her Filipino strand garb, as I felt the falling rain stain's cometh down her cheek's, Hi Brandon, I'm Mrs nagley.

v.

Kilig hadst grabbed mine inside's, as for with her I took a ride
We spaceshipped to the milky way, I met archangel's of divine;
Here was none time, just ion's of delighting peace, west and east
I bowed mine cranium, as I kneweth she was mine wife, O' life.

O' angelic saving wife.........
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose/ saved mine life dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
#daily   #im   #happiness   #lovers   #forever   #saved   #hari   #reyna   #earl-jane-nagley   #she-saves-me
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She carried me aloft the firmament
To the Helix nebula;
Her wing's left trail's on earth of her beauty and elegance.



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

She cometh from
The kingdom of God;
A gape to the eye's
A key to living life,
Mine soulmate:
Mine wife.

ii.

She cometh from
Thence the stardust;
She's me, I'm her
Ourn loving kindness for another
Is a must: tis her do I trust,
Her loyalty is momentum ******;
In which all happiness was created by ourn God:
Released in the cosmic dimension's.



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Dec 2015
I sawest
A tunnel up
Ahead;

I went into
The brilliant
Light; thought
I was dead.

I was greeted
By mine angel;
"I'm Queen Jane
She saidst".

She illuminated
Me with kisses;
She doused me
In blisses, the
Pearly gates
Opened, as tis
She entered me
In.




©Brandon Nagley
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine Jane is mine life
Mine Jane;
Is life.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She sayeth I inspire her,
No she inspire's me
Wanna knoweth why?
She giveth me life,
She helpeth me breathe...
For thus I was blind,
Yet now I do see...
Because of mi amour'
Because of mine queen ...
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She maketh me want to do better
She maketh me better
She is mine better!!
She is me
Tis,
I am also her!!!
True love!! True amour
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Into her oriental soul I crept
Quiet and cozy into her warm nest;
She grabbed me by the tie
Unfastened mine vest;
Released all mine unease
Freed me from disease,
Gaveth me a plate
And filled all of me.

ii.

She beckoned mine being
O' Brandon mine king;
She whispered, she glimmered
With a wave of starry mink.
Hypnotized I was, whilst in her presence
I kneweth she was mine, whilst in mine state of evanescence.

iii.

Her islander essence
Dripped through the phone;
Her voice, her speech, her laugh, her tone.
She was the one, mine blood, spirit, and home;
I'll dieth for her today, and again tommorrow if thou doth not knoweth, for her do I groweth: in limelight connection.
She is mine path, mine whole- and other half,
She is God's apostle to me, tis she's mine purified direction.
She is mine Queen, empress, Earl Jane nagley mine bliss, the ultimate ressurection.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".
I've heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".
I really think of mi amour
When he sings the words
( come in she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm.. As she's given me a home!! (): love it!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

She, the Filipino rose
That sit's in a vase, gilded in Filipino gold;
Builded by seraph's and cherub soul's
Structured by the hand of God, in mansion's of old.

ii.

She, the archangel, of storytime mode
She, the one mother's and father's hast a book of on their shelves;
She, the tunnel to the third heaven, the messenger of Christ's help
She, the light, she, yellow majesty bedight, she; mine jane: wife.






©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose dedication)
Builded is archaic meaning old for built...
Gilded means lightly covered gold leafing...
Third heaven in bible is where gods kingdom is.. First heaven is our air,,, second heaven biblically is universe or space.., third heavens beyond that to gods actual heaven... Real heaven!!!
bedight means adorned.. Or adorned in..
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Her fine herb poetry
Healeth all mine cut's and burns
I've never had this before....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I lived in darkness
For way to long;
But then mine angel
Cameth along.

She woreth a feather
Filipino brawn;
Native ******
She strummed me song's.

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

Awakest
She summoned me from mine crypt;
Her honey saliva awoke me
From her lively lip's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Sep 2015
She's whom I waketh for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine mi amour'.

She's whom I breatheth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine Filipino girl.

She's God's messenger to thy world
Indeed, O' indeed;
She's mine diamond, gem, pearl.

She's for whom I liveth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
Mine queen Jane nagley, all that I need.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
I seeketh out to anyone who's close by in mine desparity moments,
Yet the problem is,
They only heareth me,
They dont listen!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Jellyfish
Smellyfish
Grob of ****** bits
Catches nets
Netting catch
High stories in mountain nest
Slippery details
Field of gloss
Many trees
Of many needs
Distance lost to miss
Shippy
Tippy land aho
Gailed by trilling
Massive show
Thrilling
Billing
Chilling cold
A place wherein warmth
Shalt taketh one home
Don't know why
Into Dr Seuss style today lol some of these words aren't found on any dictionary just words by me... Enjoy kiddies
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Something I've excepted
Being sent here by God;
To showeth love
And not to recieveth it.
brandon nagley Feb 2017
shukraan, for showing selflessness in a land of selfishness; and self wants. Thou art a soul, wandering alone, with the blood of a friend who seeks the unknown. As sadly woe constructs thy face.

Shukraan, mayest God almighty send thee his grace; when thou feelest no taste of love in thy mouth.

Shukraan, wherever mine friend thou shalt go, please know an ear thou hath here; to always lend it's hearing, and a soul to connect to for
Grasp and understanding.

Shukraan, thou art a ray from the wonderful creator, let not the world hook thee in its filth and vague papers, for the beauty is not outside; but in.

Shukraan, Shukraan mine poetic friend, show affection to woman and man, be thee the best thou canst; let not dark overtake thee, but let the light be thy own shadow.

Shukraan, dear Sarah, if seek God he shalt win all thy battles, none more tears or the morrows wherein fears art the normal; but where mercy, peace, joy, and happiness art the new.

Shukraan, mine friend;
Shukraan to thou O'
ploome.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Sarah ahmed birthday dedication (aka Thepoet)
shukraan: means thank you in arabic.
Thou:you.
Art(archaic) for are.
Mayest:may.
Thee:you.
Feelest:feel.
Thy:your.
Mine: my.
Hath): have.
Canst:can.
None: no.
Morrows: tomorrow's.
Wherein: in which.
Ploome: this is a word I created. ( its pronounced as plume, ) it means a woman who thinks she has nothing, and fears for tomorrow, though all the answers she really seeks are right in.her reach, though she ignores them. As the answers have been there all along.


Happy birthday dearest poet and friend Sarah ahmed I wanna thank you for always being there for me in good bad happy and sad and always uplifting me in my times of sorrow. Thank you Sarah for always being a true friend and showing true caring poet..shukraan Sarah ahmed.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Shuttle tease
Whilst rose drips flake her tongue
A soul of old knowledge
A queen, the chosen one!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Feeling
Sick
Once
Again
Shalt
This
Be
Mine

End.......
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Sickly,
This hide is falling off,
Sickening,
Tis blood I do cough!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Cold chills
Shed through
The sick move
In most nonchalant of ways

Time here seems to hold itself
In most futile sickest of bays

How beautiful
Are the smiling faces
When they shalt appear

Some move faraway
Some destitute
To stay here

What dont they tell thou
When thou arriveth
To this castlenest boutique?

That worries wilt go far
What awaits thou
Are the pukenend sheets!!!

Disillusion thy own party goers
Thy touch
Hast been lost to moonshine elliptical

And thy stones of divers toss!!!

Shruggers are raider like
Craters are from no advice
Wherein viking critics
Are systematically nice!!!!

Entertaining wilers
Are subject to falsifications own Warden!!!

All receipted
All burden
To clear away
The memories
Thou once forgot!!!

Now remember
Remember all those difficult ways
Thou once knew!!!

Burdenful crimegivers,

Thou masked conviction
And shrew!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Have you ever gazed into nothingness?
Where even something can be thy bliss?
For that I know, I want it gone!!
For its this I won't miss!!!!

Have you ever swallowed thine own tounge, as your search turns to dung, as a rope you want to lash around thine neck.
When that murderer lonesomeness storms in!!!
For I seek no revenge!!

Is it soo hard to asketh thineself lord? For a misty like apparition?
I'm sick of provision and clowns that bypass me!!
They cheat me,
They mock me!!!!

I'm sickly tiring ready to throw in the Pennie I have left...
For I'm sick of this mess, for I'm even sick of me...
Dying disease,

On that never ending search!

Yet that search is about to come to a halting gallop!!

For I throw in that rusted Pennie into thy wishing well of hopeless romantics....
brandon nagley Dec 2016
Even in mine worries,
        Angst, despair,
                    Don't worry mine Jane;

Mine love is right here.


Even in mine trial's;
          Tribulations I face.

With thee,
       Right next to me;
                There's a smile on
                              Mine face.

Though the sand may
    Be crumbling, and
          The castle's slide to the sea;
                
  There's the beauty of me
                  Having, thou that
                  Set's me free.

Though mine flesh
   And heart mayest fail,
      And the cloud's shalt roll around;

Mine soul is at ease
          With thee mine queen;
           With thy voice I float
           Off the ground.
                  
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Angst- a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
Mine- means my.
Mayest- may.
brandon nagley May 2015
Silence is the key they say.......

But I don't wanna hear silence, I want beautiful noise!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her silhouette,
                        
Caught the corner of mine view,

Amour' of all muse!
As I was her poet....

Showing the world for her all mine writings!!!
Unlike others,
Im not ashamed of her...

Why should I be ashmed?
She's mine muse!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her tattered fissure's
Art the death of me
If I canst maketh her smile
I giveth her heaven to see....

And tis
That,

That Always maketh her simper.....
brandon nagley May 2015
Tender,
Kind hearted maiden,
Wanting to die, dying to live!
Scorched in the abyss of fallen angels,
Star spangled!!

Simplistic treasure,
Lying amongst the feathers,
Where her pillow is made by tears,
Come near!!!

Lavished in garb,
Cloaked by charm,
For men are your downfall,
Foreign dream, ancient queen
Of after hours channels!!

Media shall ban you,
Pull through uncurrupt,
Maker of bluff,
And rainbow intuition!!
Pius of stitches!!

Memorandum you are,
As courthouse judges will shun you,
Glutton movies punish you,
As you were not made for this world!!!

Lost treasure, lost pearl!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I layeth mineself
Down to rest;
I sinketh deep
In mine Jane's chest.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
Underwater goddess,
Strange to the challice you were born of!

A Kiss, a dove gleams from your mouth!

A shack for your house!!

But after death you are promised mansions not kept up by slaves!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She is not just a woman, or just some mere creation to me.

Seeith, she hast a halo, fulsome and rapturous in highest degree.

Seeith, doth thou friend; her eye's as a muffled jungle panther;

They dance the uncultivated bush, the wind here is her laughter.

Cool, it bloweth upon thine sweltered cheek's, she's unseen;

Like a dream, she is the shelter every forager desires to keep.

I'm hidden amongst the shrub, dying to taketh a peek;

I want to catch a glimpse of her, in all her amour', her taste, fine;

Her spirit is mine, one of a kind, a dining shine, whilst the moon,

In ourn room, she clutches mine anatomy, O', how I'm so happy.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
brandon nagley Nov 2015
i.

Elated, I'm afar from the aqua sphere beneath mine toe's,
I've been taken up by flight, an angel in the night;
A woman, a queen, a mystical paranormal beam,
God heard mine weeping, and with her he sent,
She dried mine Tear's clean.

ii.

I sniveled for eon's, with none hopeful lover's future
Mine joint's were weak, from the lack of nutritional feature's;
At mine lowest point, after imploring mine lord for help,
He sent me mine other half, Earl Jane Nagley, an Asiatic path,
Mine beloved, mine darling, mine seraphic helper.

iii.

I found wholeness, the other purpose to mine sustenance,
She's not for sale, she's not a slave, she's a cherub; not some anecdotal tale. She's not one to taketh man's bribery, she's not a peasant sold and payed for rent: tis she's heavensent- the answer to mine prayer's, she's delicate, she's an empress doth thou seeith, I was birthed for her, as she for me, both made for another, to cherish each other, on cloud nine we shalt be seen.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
brandon nagley Feb 2017
I follow her behind,
As a foshatique
Shadow; hiding,
In her meadows,
In the morn I slip
Into her pillow,
By the thoughts
She releases.

I want to be her
Blanket that warms
Her in the night, that
Creeps up on her
Tight; a slow warm
Release.

Im her heart, thought
She does not hear
Me beat, I am her
Blood that she
Leaks, verily
Im her soul.

Im her silver
And her gold,
In a furnace;
Being refined.

Im her footsteps,
Her sun, and moon,
Though she only
Hides me in her
Room; where
She can only
Find.

Im her pathway
And her sign;
And now the
Path is barren-
She let it go,
Though I do
Know, im
Her shadow
She left behind.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Foshatique: a word I created meaning ( a fashionable antique, or fashionable ancient).
Verily:truly.
Barren: empty, desolate,.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
There's a cat down below mine porch,
(One of the mama cat's newborns around here)
Mum said to me,
"Look" that cat looks like a baby cow....
Due to its cute black and white spots....
She said look at how (skiddish)  it is!!! ( because it was shaky)
I told her
Mum, I'll calleth it skiddy.....
Mum replied back
Not skiddy,
But
"SKIDDY THE KITTY"
As the baby kitten looked up at me
With its cute little face
And skitted off....

I love mums humor,
And the little critter's that cometh around....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Just that heavenly feeling
Of ones hand's with nail's dragging across mine chest,
Would giveth me such comfort
For tis the best...
Though no hand's
No nail's to rub across
Mine chest suddenly hurts again
To the cuddle not found in the hopelessly lost.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The chief's long skull smoking Pipe
Was filled
With smoke from human capture
With blood from his own scrapings
And with cactus from the western desert,

And as I took a puff....
                                        I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe.....

Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Skyward I look down
I seeith mine queens head
She's covered by her afflictions
She sometimes wishes to be dead

But I always catch her
Thou seeith I'm her watchmen
I was sent here many years ago
To giveth her right sentiment...

She feels alone at times
Verily I telleth thou she's not
She's given me a new life
One of happiness and marriage plot

Though an angel herself
She caught me as well
She shipped me up from the pit
Whence I layed inside of hell

We saveth one another
We are amour' of everlasting
She is that chalice of all heaven
She's mine queen as for her is romancing!!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
í.

Tաօ ժíŚԵíղςԵ ҽղժ'Ś օƒ Եհҽ աօɾӀժ
Tաօ ŚҽԹɑɾɑԵҽ ςɑʍҽɾɑ ӀҽղŚҽŚ;
Oղҽ kíղց, զմҽҽղ, ɑ ҍօվ ɑղժ ɑ ցíɾӀ
FɑӀӀíղց ɑŚӀҽҽԹ íղԵҽɾաҽҍ ςօղղҽςԵíօղ.

íí.

Tհҽ Qմҽҽղ'Ś ҽվҽ'Ś ŚհմԵ
Hҽɾ kíղց աɑԵςհҽԵհ հҽɾ íղ ŚíӀҽղςҽ;
Tհҽ kíղց ςӀօŚҽŚ հíŚ Ӏíժ'Ś.
WհíӀŚԵ Եհҽ զմҽҽղ ԹҽҽԹ'Ś, Եí ʍҽӀҽŚŚ.

ííí.

SҽςɾҽԵ ŚԹíҽŚ, íղԵҽɾղҽԵ ժíѵíղҽ
EíցհԵ ԵհօմŚɑղժ, ƒíѵҽ հմղժɾҽժ ɑղժ ŚҽѵҽղԵվ Եաօ ʍíӀҽŚ ɑԹɑɾԵ;
Tհօմցհ ահíӀŚԵ օղ SkվԹҽ, ҽɑςհ օԵհҽɾ, ղҽ×Ե Եօ ɑղօԵհҽɾ
Síժҽ ҍվ Śíժҽ, ŚӀմʍҍҽɾíղց ҽղԵաíղҽժ, ցӀɑŚŚ Եօ ցӀɑŚŚ, օղҽ հҽɑɾԵ.



©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ
©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ
©ӀօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
Title is Skype slumbering for you who can't read fancy reading lol
brandon nagley May 2015
Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings,
Amiss extinct classiness,
None more is around!!!

Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals,
Where perpetuals deal!!!!

Irritable bowels rumble,
Tumble to irriversable steel!!!

Kidnapper of kinded phenomenals,
Journals to all biographies,
Juvenile junction games of fallen pained dominoes!!!

Tallons sharper than tatted guns,
Wherein spears go through thy side,
To draweth out thine unholy water!!!!

Sunglassed bringer of right and wrong,
Fiction has been dusked to nonfictional hostile!!

No komonoed kitten here purs,
No lamb to be put for all to gather!!!
No one may lather when none comes around....

No landmark amazement,
No mountainous town,
No linience,
None remembrance abounds to fulfill light footed doers!!!

The pagination of this story counterclocks distant ships emmersed stations,
Where some wherein are strange,
Where the faces you see are painted!!!!

All love,
No hatred!!!

Doth thou ask for a captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?

Which part wilt thou sail among the islands of thy own kind!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings
Amiss extinct classiness

No more is around
Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals
Wherein perpetuals deal!!!

Irritable bowels
Grumble
Tumble
To irreversible steel!!!

Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals
Journals to all biographies
Juvenile junction
Games of fallen pained dominoes

Tallons sharper than tatted guns
Wherein spears go through thy side
To draw out Thy unholy water!!!

Sunglassed bringer
Of right and wrong
Fictions been dusked
To nonfictional jostle!!!!

No kimonoed kitten here purs!!!

No lamb to be put
For all to gather!!!!

No one may lather
When no one comes around...

No landmark amazement
No mountainous town....

No lenience
No rememberance abound to fulfill
Light footed doers!!!

The pagination of this story
Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!!

Where some are strange
Where faces are painted

All love
No hatred!!!!

Doth thou ask for captains ship?
Or a tribal slaves boat?

Which part wilt thou sail amongst?
Island's of thy own kind!!!!!
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