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brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

I shalt abideth on her seafoam tongue
To prance thither wherein her enchantment floods
This body do I attend to her, this mind set on her way's.

ii

Consecrate me upon thine Jasper smoothies
Where thine pumping box is a Ruby
Feeling me out, and ******* me on in.

iii

The enchantment wilt forever last
I shalt maketh thee a poem of amour'
A dedication of ourn rapport
As the ticket is only handed out, to me and thou.........
Special invite only.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Thither in old terms means to go to a place or to ....
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

She Abode's in the flesh
Just a short earthly extension;
She wasn't meant for this place
Another strain, from starry rain's, intimate connection's.

ii.

An intellectual, gifted at nativity
Untamed, yet maintained with life's finer qualities;
She shelter's me whilst the storm's beat upon the portal
Wing's she hath, like skyline glass, everlasting love immortal.



©Brandon Cory Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Two amare's
Both for each other hath spying eyes,
Seeing which ones doing which
Yet still in love
On the side...
brandon nagley May 2015
Hence, this soul's departed
Its left this carcass
I seeketh a chariot
A spiritual seamstress
brandon nagley May 2015
They say drugs are the ultimate trip,
Yet I say when your soul leaves your body,
Thats the greatest trip of all!!!
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

Brandon and Jane
One heart pumping their blood;
Soulmates, eternal love.

ii.

Brandon and Jane
Names written on alleyway wall's;
Undiscovered by man,
Treasure's of God.

iii.

Brandon and Jane
Revealed for all to seeith;
Manifested to the naked eye
To her I seek to pleaseth.

iv.

Brandon and Jane
Together interconnected glow;
Ourn flower garden is planted
We art the growers of touching soul's.

v.

Brandon and Jane
Mine flesh is her flesh, as tis her's is mine.
Mine pain is her pain, as tis her's is mine.
Mine name is her name
Filipino divine.
A kingdom with an empress
Jane sardua, lady of time.

vi.

Brandon and Jane
Coalesced in sacrosanct lullaby's;
As newborn infant's, and before the age
Of man we were to find. To find one another
In a moment's blinking eye, I kneweth her, tis
She kneweth me, I searched the beaches and thus
The sea's, as I landed in Clarin, Philippines;

vii.

Brandon and Jane
Forever to be,
Resplendent
Symphony's
Of soulmate
Seeds. Together
                            Forever
            scintill­a
                            Serene.



©Brandon Cory Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication ( Filipino rose) poetry
Scintilla means - trace. Or trace of sparks .
Serene is peaceful.
Sacrosanct -(especially of a principle, place, or routine) regarded as too important or valuable to be interfered with. Also meaning like something sacred.
The two Greek titles or are just ways of writing it in Greek. Enjoy
brandon nagley May 2015
In mine time of tears,
                                      She lent me her hair as a sponge,

Yet it was too impeccable to currupt!!!

                                      So i gaveth her mine hand instead!!!

And those tears dried instantaneously!!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Im made more alive in death
                                      than in living.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A squash blossom to wrap mine neck,
A turquoise ring with feathered speck
An all seeing eye in the middle of mine brain
A love tis I seeketh, a queen of the same!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket
It's cut
Bruised
Wanting to be seen and used...
Sorrowing in its own plasma claret...

Is this the only beautiful one left?

For its  gone unnoticed
Ready to take the highway out
Wherein other vessels as itself
Art beautiful on clouds,
Flagrantly regarded
Not obscured and departed....

But for another to touch it...
To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
"Stand By Me"

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by
Need one to stand by me /: words and song is a cryer to me... Tear jerker lol stupid tears eh lol (): ():::::::::
brandon nagley Sep 2015
I want to dance with her upon the universe, as ourn amour' explodeth into;
A million
Star's.....

Thus
Stardust.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication (Filipino rose)
brandon nagley May 2015
Men these day's seeketh many Queens
I seeketh one
A wife of starlit moonbeam!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Crescent moon, I feel your every move....swaying soo silently! The earth's shaking violently to mad men in wartime mode!!!
When shall we learn? Where our skin peels from bombs? Mother earth is something wrong?I feel your ancient lands quaking!!!!

Shhh..shhh quiet oldened globe, your renewals bound to come when the clock strikes midnight!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach?
Ain't nobody know

And when the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
cradle and all

And now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you're signing on forever
When you ink it in blood

A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U.
I use the state of the art
Technology
Suppose to make for better living
Are we better human beings?
We got our wires all crossed
The tubes are all tied
And I'm straining to remember
just what means to be alive

A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Building like  little bullets,
Just building up the nest
And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the Lord above

A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U.

I use my state of the art
Technology
Now don't you forget it
It ain't using me
'Cause when the power goes out
I got other means
'Cause when the power's goin out
I hear the power's going out
I mean it the power's going out
I really mean it the power's going out
This is a song about when technology goes out by man or by God pretty much, that we need to better ourselves now to when that power or technical grid goes out we can live better meaning having a better life when that power goes out as to many wouldn't know what to do if the power went out. They'd freak lol... Love this song!!!! So much truth. The part where he sings suppose to make a better living, yet are we better human beings? How truth... It makes noone better only seperates!!! As this is good driving song with good beat. Love ittt
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Thank you to all mine supporters here winn, arlo, Chris green, many others sorry so stressed can't think lol but for you who know I'm real and good person......and gives respect to all beings thank you for supporting me and being a real family unlike those who wanna harm and hurt me

Thank all of you I'm staying and will ignore trolls and forgive them their just jealous anyways lol
Jealous trolls!!!! Lollllllllllll
And I realized tonight I'm not wasting anymore time on certain people thank you all for making me realize that!!! Love you all gnite!!!
Oh last thing....
I've found out who the real people on here are   who believed me and supported me and for you people thank you with me soul......... Thank you
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Down amour' Lane, wherein there's inamorata's and inamarato's,
I'm the ghost unseen, the real hopeless romantic, the lost shadow;
Down in the grave, with the demon's I battle, as I loosen mine light force, which God giveth me to breaketh their chained hand's

I'm on heartbroken street, wherein dream's taketh over, and reality doth not last; a jollification do I indeed want to arriveth for, for one to open their door, though I'm just figment to others
As mine vigor is more than real, hoping one for mine heart to steal...................................


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Feb 2016
Aร ɑ yѳuɳg Gʀɛɛk รѳɳɳɛtɛɛʀ, I รɦɑʆt รtʀɛɑk tɦʀѳugɦ tɦɛ ɦɑรɦiɳɑ'ร. Fɛttɛʀ'ร ʝɑɳɛ ɑɳɗ I รɦɑʆt ɓuรt; tɦɛ ѳɳcɛ iɱpɑรรɑɓʆɛ, ɳѳw iɳ tɦʀuรt. Gѳɳรɦɑɳtuร ʀɛɑʆɱ, witɦ ɗɛɗicɑtɛɗ tʀuรt. Twѳ ɑɳgɛʆ'ร รɱiʆɛ ѳɳ รuɳรɛt'ร tѳucɦ. Sɦɛ ʆѳѵɛtɦ ɱɛ, ɑร ɗѳ I ʆѳѵɛtɦ ɦɛʀ รѳ ɱucɦ. A Cupiɗ'ร ɑʀʀѳw ɑt Miɗɳigɦt'ร ʆuɳcɦ.


©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ Nɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ ʝɑɳɛ Nɑgʆɛy ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ)
Hashina is a word I created + meaning high heavenly passing, hashina's,- is high heavenly passings ( gates into heaven)....
Gonshantus is a word I made- means far from mans touch.
Fetters- are chains for the ankles,,..
brandon nagley Jul 2015
A falcon
One broken wing;
Yet still flyeth..



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Dec 2016
i.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where thy purple rose shalt be;
Where thy flower bed wilt hath many roses, where thy breathe
Shalt Never cease.

ii.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where hue's and tints hath life;
Thy husband wilt be with thee,
Guiding thee into God's light.

iii.


Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Where petals never fall,
Where the angels sing, their voices ring, bouncing to and fro the pearly gates; painting melodies in the spirit form, colliding back to temple walls.

iv.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
With a palace for a queen;
The queen is thou, window's thou canst look out; where glass is clear, as there's no fear, inside thy garden
Of majestic scenes.

v.

Sto mystikó kípo sas,
Tha sas xanadó;
That's to say, I'll seest thee again soon one day, in thy secret garden,
Where thy love wilt always grow.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Rita Mae nagley dedicated( golden grams) rip grams, I'll meet you at your new heavenly mansion in your secret garden.
This poem is dedicated to my grandma nagley, my dad's mother who passed away yesterday around little after one something in the afternoon. Though Rita Mae nagley passed away she passed away at home with my aunt there and I'm glad I saw her days before her death with my mom and dad. Hospice was giving her 2 weeks two a month to live just days ago. Though as a Christian I know as others doctors and nurses have no idea when anyone shall pass. Just as when many get sick, or may have cancer a doctor says you have so and so left. My god can do all things even heal those who think they have weeks or months left to live. God gives us miracles. And I'm not in that much sorrow from my grandma nagleys passing. Why? Because she accepted Christ as her savior years ago as did my grandpa nagley who died when I was five in 1993 from smoking cancer to the lungs. I know where my grandma's at
Unlike sadly many others who don't know where their loved ones are at. My pastor made a good point a while back in a sermon. He spoke on all the funerals he's done. He said if he noticed all the times going to hospitals, how angry, broke down many would be in the hospitals seeing their loved ones pass as if was the end. And he noticed a difference with those families who knew their loved ones accepted Christ. Christians don't fear where their loved ones go we know there in heaven. Christ told us in John chapter 14 not including all many other verses of heaven in the Bible and it's description ( John 14-
1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

My grandma is reunited with my grandpa now as surely grandpa has waited for her for years .. to my golden grams, ya sas( that's goodbye in Greek,) reason I titled this ( in your secret garden) I remember months back even though grandma was going through a bad phase of dementia my aunt didn't want my grandma to leave the house. I knew that wasn't my grandma. She was a free bird that had her own mind/soul and spirit. Nothing could lock her in a cage . Not in her mind, not in any way . My aunt told me one day to see out the back window in the kitchen, grandmas little garden. It was one rose grandma specifically loved with beautiful bricks surrounding the one rose standing high above all other greenery. Grandma heard my aunt from the living room speaking about her rose, grandma came in the kitchen, looked at me looked out the window she said with big eyes, you wanna see it?? You wanna ? Nodding her head in anxiousness. There was one purple rose my grandma adored in the back yard she wanted to see it. So I took her in the living room while my aunt and dad were in the basement. My aunt told me before earlier( don't take grandma outside, don't want her falling down the steps, understanding. Though I knew Grandma wanted to see it. So I helped golden grams get her shoes on as she used to help me as a child, so I thought I should be helping my grandmother now after all she's done for me and everyone as a kid . I got her shoes on her feet, for a moment I felt like a parent. Though nothing felt wrong I knew it was alright and a beautiful moment. I took grandma by the hand took her outside down the steps out the front door to back behind the house. And she got to see her purple rose only feet away from her. Seeing the look on her face a memory to keep. Knowing how much it meant to her to see her one tall purple rose. And now grams, you have all the purple roses plus more in the heavenly kingdom.
Ya sas for now golden grams . Ya sas means goodbye in Greek. But ta léme sýntoma which pronounced ( tha leme syntoma) is  see you soon. My grandmother has much Greek in her as Dads side does. Rip golden grams.
Word meanings below-
Sto mystikó kípo sas ( in your secret garden). Greek tongue.
Thy- your.
Wilt- will.
Hath- have.
Thee- you, thou means( you) as well.
To And fro- in a constant movement backward and forward or from side to side.
Canst- can.
Tha sas xanadó- I'll see you again( Greek tongue.
Seest-see .
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
I hear the thunder roarin' in,
No literally there's a storm on the horizon!

                                 Hope it sweeps me to heaven!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Storyline/storytime....by me... Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally? What a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave, where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains! Du-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed levies to be breached!

Young ones to teach not to come where we are. Where the birds meet the bars, where man and woman leave in cars, as we shall not!!! Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop.... Share with another you selfish generation, you greedy of celebrations, you hold to thy god no feast!!!!

666 is your name, fires you've tamed, as on thine own knees you worship the beast!!! Blizzard time sledded children's fun is naught to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold! All stories here go untold, for you are apart of that story! You yourself are the story!!!
brandon nagley Feb 2017
Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally; what a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave. Where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains. Do-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed, levees to be breached; young one's to teach to not come where we are. Where the bird's meet the bars, where men and women leave in cars, as we shall not. Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop. Share with another you selfish generation; you greedy of celebrations, you hold to God no feast. Six-six-six is your name, fires your game, as on your knees you worship the beast. Blizzard time sledded children's fun; is none to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold. All stories here go untold; for you are apart of that story.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©prison poetry/written in prison dec 6th,2013.
An old poem of many I wrote while being in crc prison near columbus ohio by pickaway ohio as stayed in crc prison where ariel castro the kidnapper stayed, the same man who kept the women chained up as slaves in his Cleveland ohio home for ten years as he kidnapped them being young girls sadly and escaped because one girl escaped downstairs and a black man saw her scream for help as he called the police saving the kidnapped women's life. Ariel castro died in a crc holding/protection cell 4 days after I got there as my cellmate saw his body being taken outta the hospital part in the prison early morn., as what the tv says he died in a cell, though we all suspected the guards (who laughed of his death,)who loved to beat people down in the yard and inside daily making blood pools,and pepper spray you and hurt innocent inmates (something news don't show reality,) actually killed mr castro. as I did a year for drug issues at time. And did time between crc and pickaway prison directly across the street which was eerie due to pickaway originally was a mental hospital/psych place in early nineteen hundreds where women alot were ***** by the workers and made to abort their children, then pickaway turned into a military training base then prison, as part of original prison was burnt in flames years back as old creepy buildings that were torched in a prison riot back in 80s early nineties forgot years, still set there as can see them. Though building I was in still looked felt and smelt old. I still felt the feeling the old psych patients were around, left lingering down the creepy corridors and halls. The souls their are unrested as can see the prison cemetery just up on a hill behind fence that kept us in like animals with a ****** in an undercover cop car going round and round to watch us like were cattle.
brandon nagley May 2015
Taker,
Take openly thou fool of non-fruited spirit!!!
Consecrator of pulse feelings,
Registrator of knighted dealings!!!!
                   Thy commitment to one means nothing,
                   Yet something means something to all who know no commandment,
Abandonment,
Surely runs across the express of adherance!!!

Longetivities lost hut is overly done,
       Nothing is won't If you lost the poker skilled bet!!!

Doeth thou as so much as care yet?

Dont throw in all thy chips,
Manipulator of long finger nailed strips!!!

      The newsboy doth not show around these ways,
No news,
               All new-fangled misgivers,
Mischief singers misdirect all pity platoons!!!

Thy twin glossed repugnance is caught quietly,
Piece by piece,
You string up the earth to the next distant crescent!!!

Proprietor,
                  What shall thou propose?

Art thou the puppet played bafoon?
brandon nagley May 2015
She prances the streets, a ballerina in heat snapping finger's in rhyme! Forget thy time, she telephathicly makes her own.

She lives alone, yet roomies become her attire, maiden of dires, dating site's not accommodating thy interest? Pinterest !

A pipe she keeps next to her bed, juicy lipstick, a prideful head,
Yet still her small green bag does not satisfy.. Queen so blind!

Smoke evacuates the old pried windows that are nailed, for ghosts do haunt her, within and outside..

Thoughts of suicide, as riddles she makes up to stay sane, her mascara pounds to thine rain that leaks into her basement sanctuary!!

Addict's she clings to, monsters she speaks to, as her cats keep good company, I know!!!!

An operetic show, a fatalist as me, yet still hoping for whats not there, unruly she dares!!!

Her street lies beyond the ghettos, 515 dover lane ..
On the east side of town where the bullets meet with trains!!

Factory's of grains that make your daily bread, where thy living and thou dead come in between two world's...

Lonesome young girl, no more chariots can you escape, for thou art blundered and unvaped to the cloud animals thou creates!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Lingering
Inside her psyche
In the back of her mind

Is a little light
That illuminates those darkened thoughts

And that little light is me

As I flicker
Whenever she pulls the string!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Just the
Thought of
Her turneth
Me on;
Now that
Is strong.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I shalt continue to giveth mine all
Even if I lose hope,
Stumble and fall.
And even when I feeleth there's no hope at all...
I'll pick up mine pen
Write mine love letters on the wall...
In this lonesome room of mine ....
At least I knoweth,
That mine love's
Not of mankind...

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Took a nap HP
Just woketh up,
Now it's pop-its time
To thrown them on the sidewalk.....
To be a child again.....
Wait?
Am I still five?

It's almost the fourth of July lollll......
This is true.. Pop-its and just woke from nap lol
brandon nagley May 2015
I seeketh one to seal mine labium with her succulent salt,
To locketh me tight in her vault,
And to throw away our key,

On mine knee's ,
I canvass to find one!!!!

Two to have children of many!!
brandon nagley Jun 2016
The lumad in her doesn't go away,
The map's of time; written  
Upon her face. O' the
Stories, of her kin dost speak; an empress
Of the Subanon, she is strong, I weak.

Tis she's sedulous, in her way's of hard
Work, knowledge do I gain, she guideth
Me in the rain; she dryeth mine tear's,
With her malong of royal worth.

Tis God's known her from her birth,
He picked her from the Mindanao Sea;
Verily, verily she's a sacred one,
Every breath she breathes is turquoise green.

And when she takes her daily breath,
Psalm's compose inside her chest, inside
Her chest where her heart doth beat;
Beat's of holiness, in whitened sheets.

Wild child of unknown path's, mine
Guide, mine friend, soulmate of the past;
Lover now, as wilt alway's be, do I learn,
So much I've yearned, from God's eastern breeze.

O' tis she's free, she's just like me,
As I am her; O' I am her; she call's
Me pookie, she's mine mi amour,
Mine Reyna, girl, Jehovah's daughter.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Jane where she comes from in Misamis Occidental in Philippines is this- where lumad comes in - Brief History
The province was previously called Misamis. It was originally peopled by indigenous people called Lumads, in which the Subanon tribe was dominant. Circa 1700s, Misamis was threatened by marauding pirates from nearby Lanao.  
The pirates used to abduct 500 Filipinos a year to sell as slaves to the Dutch’s United East India Company in Java, or to the Portuguese in Jakarta. Northern Mindanao was hardest hit, particularly Misamis.  
To evade the pirates, many Subanons migrated to Misamis Oriental and Zamboanga del Norte, particularly Dapitan.
In 1756, Father Ducos built the Fort Santiago Ozamis to defend against the pirates. He named it ‘El Fuerte De Nuestra Señora Del La Concecion Del Triunfo’ (Our Lady of Triumph) in honor of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception. He also created a naval armada he himself commanded.
In 1929, Misamis Occidental was founded following the division of Misamis into two… the other half is Misamis Oriental.
In World War II, the province was briefly occupied by the Japanese invaders. It was liberated in 1945.
Finally, peace embraced the province.
Its capital is Oroquieta City which also seats the Provincial Capitol.The history of the Philippines from 1521 to 1898, also known as the Spanish Colonial Era, begins with the arrival in 1521 of European explorer Ferdinand Magellan sailing for Spain, which heralded the period when the Philippines was a colony of the Spanish Empire, and ends with the outbreak of the Spanish–American War in 1898, which marked the beginning of the American Colonial Era of Philippine history. Many don't know as it happened in usa the Europeans and Spanish invaded not just America as its called now and stole the land of the Original native peoples here and killed ( slaughtered, brought disease to this Land,) and displaced the natives already here on small plots of land where at one time this whole land they roamed free, as well as all natives here their materials and lands goods like gold sacred mountains spiritual places were taken and can go on down the line of a list of things, not including tons of chiefs and medicine men and shamans here locked into insane asylums by our gvt and elders afraid to talk about it these men were locked into insane asylums because they spoke to the animal's, nature were spiritual in tuned in ( reality ) not crazies they were locked away for worshiping god should show you how well Satan influenced what was brought here and across the globe ,a group of people went into the insane asylum I as talking about this all was opened up by chief golden light eagle member of the
Ihunktowan Dakota Nation , people went into this same insane asylum was speaking of and realized everyone locked away in their wasnt ( nuts or crazy) but we're all released and chief golden light eagle had one grandpa die in their and another imprisoned in there, as Spanish just like they did here with Europeans invaded into Jane's tribal land, and destroyed so much and took so much that belongs to the native peoples of Janes country , and irony now my country runs so much military operations in the Philippines using native land as they do here for curruption and destruction! It's disgusting!

More word meanings,

Tis- it is,
sedulous-(of a person or action) showing dedication and diligence
Malong- Malong
The malong is traditionally used as a garment by numerous tribes
in the Southern Philippines and the Sulu Archipelago.
Its origin is from the ethnical group of Maranao,
Maguindanao and T’boli located in Mindanao.
Handwoven malongs are made by the weavers on a backstrap loom.
Very rare malong designs and styles can indicate the village in which the malong was made.
Handwoven malongs, which are costly- made of cotton and silk,
are likely to be used only at social functions, to display
the social and economic status of the wearer.
But a malong in royal colours is worn only by Maranao men and women of royal status.
The malong can also function as a skirt for both men and women,
a dress, a blanket, a bedsheet, a hammock, a prayer mat, and other purposes.
Mindanao sea, is closest to Misamis Occidental.
Verily, means truly or certainly
Psalms- sacred song or hymn, religious verses
Doth- another form of does, just like dost.
Jehovah - one of the names for god in hebrew.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Even though I'm a beastly undeserving human being,
I was still overly privileged,
For God to send me a sublime queen....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I kneweth when God saidst
Let there be light;
He wouldst sendeth an angel to me
It was Jane in the night.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
As people think truth comes out in action's
No,
Truth comes out in substantial words,

Yet we kneweth the truth all along
We just didint wanna heareth it!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Suffuse sure does floret this time of season,

Just not around these parts!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Her knife!!!
Is her choicest of friends!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Sunny day's may be sunny
Yet inside always so dark.
Cars all parked
Like rows to chapels lonesome way's!!!

Deleterious,
Nothing hilarious,
For thy eyes turn unfazed!!!

A deluge of no accomplishments
All walls stand to fail,
All ceiling's to crumble
No more derogatory jails!!!!!

Despondency roaming the brick street of the old
No desposters
No more voters to trade papers
For young and who they mold....


Thine denizen of thy own class
Doth thou passeth the bill of health?

Art thou truly alive?
Canst thou  SAVETH thyself?

Think not that thou art free,
Thou eateth
Thineself meets thine own selfish needs!!!!

Thyself shoots bullets of steel
And steal cheapened goods
Whilst small holes in thee hit and bleedeth!!!!

Thy idols no longer stand
Clothes bought by daddy
From his first of the month paycheck
Colored in crayon!!!!

Thou followeth not even thy own commands.....

Is thy love didadic?
Of archaic to history's lesson's?

Art thou to short on preaching?
Thy words begin to lessen.... .
Not for noone made up in prison enjoy!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I want to bask in her ambience atmosphere,
For her to clasp me to her shoes
I seeketh her flagon of many unknowns,
For me to be her color of Bella rouge!!!

I want to dig mine self to her film
A voluptuous mauve of awe,
To post ourn pictures above the kiln
As ourn unrestraint bounces the walls!!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Whilst in the morning the crow woketh up early
The other crow's were still asleep,
As tis the crow didst awaketh early
To seeith the beauty of the sunrise
the moon watchers didnt seek...
I love moon and sun both.... I'm a morning and night person both... Yet more morning rooster lol. I love to see the sunrise in the morning and sun go down.. and more than that see amazing red color in the sky and warmth it gives on me skin.. The moon's amazing at night yet cannot give off no warmth... As I need warmth (:
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Amorous one, bedight me in snug linen
Canopy me in thy oriental pinion's;
A ditty for thee, I writeth in this amour
For thou hath let me in, and opened thine door.

Forsooth, we shalt be lover's in cinema Booth's
Letting go of ourn past, cutting ropes, untying the noose;
Thither the jungle's we shalt be missionarie's, exemplary

No thwarting to enter in the tropical orient gate's
Openness cherished, withy exotic plant's to fit ourn date;
Don't be late amare, thou canst put up, or keep down thy hair
For thou shalt blend the forest's, as no makeup for thee is needed.

Thou shalt quench me by thy tan colored painted skin
Betrothing another, fused bodie's together, preparing perfume;
Locked behind ourn own wall, leaving the world in back room
Other's think we're dead, because ourn spirit's from tombs, alive.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry/
あある じぇえん
brandon nagley May 2015
Today ,
That wicked thing called lonesomeness slaps me like a brick,
Like a phene to his pipe it hits!!!!

Dragging me down asunder!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If thou
Wouldst show thy lover to the world
And not hide thy man or woman,
Hit like ():
This is a survey to ask u to hit like if you wouldn't hide your man or woman from public eye.. And not keeping them locked up where other men and women could hit on your man or women because your not open about your love!!!! Hit like if you wanna be open about your love soo others know that your man or woman is yours!!!so they get the hint
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I died already once
Didint do the trick
Now I must die again
But death shalt be sweet
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I cant heareth her voice on the phone before I sleep
At least in mine dreams
I heareth her voice all the time....
Sweet night lullaby's...

©By Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I needeth her as if there's no tommorrow
I wanteth her in mine times of sorrow...

I feeleth her, though she's across the country
I want to giveth her food and drink, when she is hungry.

I seeketh her upon the moon
Because I knoweth she's not here,
She's up upon her glowing muse....

So I looketh up and seeith her dance
She looketh so lovely
With her moons sweet romance..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Ive never, felt this happy in mine entire life
And I oweth it all to;
Mine soulmate,
Mine Reyna,
Mine best friend,
And mine life
Spirit
And soul.....

Mine earl Jane
Mine sweet
Sweet Jane.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Just to heareth her dialect
One last time
Wouldst be as if I was drunken
On homemade sweet wine....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Just a foolish child,
Still waiting for the wind to sweep me off mine feet,
And for that pair of lips to connect me to god!!!

Heart throb!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Her chocolate eye's
Wherein creation lies;
A place with gate's
With supernatural fate.

ii.

A dining plate
I won't be late;
Swigging her aura
Thus feeling great.



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