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brandon nagley Mar 2016
From thy neck
To thy visage;
As thou doth
Ache, and thy
Head pound's;
Like a clock
With none
Ending. O'
How I want
To healeth thee, and sprinkle God's
elixírio upon thine twinging. As when I shalt,
In thine ear's; thou shalt feeleth ringing. The chiming wilt be
Of the prognosticator's breathing, as Yahweh's sovereignty, shalt explode through the poverty of the wrong's all flesh maketh. O' ourn Lord shalt giveth, not taketh, yet when he taketh; it's for the good to those that loveth God. His will unknown, a holy applause. As we wilt clap ourn hand's and bow to his throne. On knee's, head looking to his features, fulsome and overwhelming in the most amastery shown. His figure monumental, all ardent, upon his seat. Omnipotent in his pity; as therein lies the metropolis of the spiritual Host's, wherein none dead is aloud to enter, nor fearing, nor ghost's. Tis only a toast of the blueprint map of the city of King David, the new Jerusalem awaiteth to cometh down to earth. As thee mine vasílissa Jane, Elohim shalt cureth thine pain's; mayest the Almighty's name be praised, as right now the sickness is leaving thou, and returning to Tophet from whence it came.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Visage - persons face. ****** features.
Thou- you, doth- do or does.
elixírio- elixer in Greek.
Twinging- suffer sharp pains.
Prognosticators are like prophets.
Yahweh- what Christians call God - Hebrew word for God.
Amastery is a word I made up meaning- mastering in godly way.
Ardent means- archaic literary burning; glowing. Which means enthusiastic or passionate which gods is both definitions.
Omnipotent- having unlimited power; able to do anything, also means God!
Therein- in that place. Archaic form.
City of king David ( christs ancestor was as king Solomon David's son, Jesus was related by blood to both  of them fun fact and christ was sent in form of flesh as humble poor carpenter man like christs earthly father Joseph. Jesus took form of humble poor man even though his ancestors were rich because he was showing humbleness and he is king of kings especially after he died. He was also showing he is The Savior of not just poor. But rich all alike! He told all to come to him. Not poor or rich! ALL.... A mericful loving Savior to all of us.. A humble Savior...
vasílissa- means queen in Greek tongue.
Elohim- another word for God in Hebrew tongue Christians also use. Also( the great  I am) also Eloah. Also El- shaddai. Or El. Or jah. And Jesus gods sons name was originally pronounced as Yeshua written like this hebrew way (ישוע) yeshua means ( safety and peace. in old Hebrew tongue,) also ironically yeshua or jesus' name yeshua means ( salvation) as he is our Savior so his Name Matches who he was and forever will be and forever is!!! The Savior! Our salvation in which our hopes firm for those who know him! And those who don't know him or seek truth. Christ spoke ( I am the way truth and the life, NO MAN comes to the father ( meaning God) but by me. John 14:6....  Also he spoke there is no other name under heaven by which men MUST be saved. Goes like this exact.
Acts 4:12King James Version (KJV)

(12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.) You don't know him? Wanna know his love mercy and what he's about and his Salvation? Plz write me and ask. Because he is the only way truth and no life is given but through gods son Christ. I won't be politically correct on mine faith. If I didint tell you of christ I'd be more of a sinner than I already am our duty here on earth is to tell of Christs gospel!! And big purpose of loving and forgiving all beings, yet the world's in chaos because Satan has many demons working overtime to temp and hurt and persuade people. Not me.. I deal with very ( real ones) that scratch me. Curse. Mock God. So on. Not people. REAL demonic forces, and dark beings... This is reality. You can choose the way of Christ ( life) or death and hell... A real place and reality. Though what do you choose? Life? Narrow path in Christ? Or death( hell) broad path many take.? Not mine decision we all have free will.
Tophet- another name for hell in Hebrew...

PS; originally wrote this for Jane sardua mine queen, or Jane Nagley as you know her, because she's been getting many headaches for long time now. She doesn't like taking headache pills which I understand why. So much junk in pills though we were given medicines to help us, and for curing and illness. And we have choice to use even natural stuff doesn't have to be nonsense from a store... Jane denies medical treatment unless I beg her to take headache meds... Lol. She won't see doctor and always has head pains. Either from tension from stressing over school constantly which sorry Jane that's sad, that our world puts education before others ourselves and God and family. Though it helps while on earth, though when doing education you must balance education, and if you let mainstream false education run your life you will get sick!!!!!! And get illness beyond words... You need balance since doing schooling as you know I back you 100 percent for engineer schooling... Hard for anyone who hasn't seen what engineers do that's what Jane does hahahahhaha mine smart Reyna!!! So anyways. Jane doesn't wanna see doctor. For headaches, plus she's been getting cold out of nowhere. All this poem is for you Christians who pray and would like to pray for Jane! I ask you pray for janes healing physically woith headaches and her healing with sickness and cold she's been having as she's losing her voice to. Plz pray for Earl Jane Nagley. Also know as earl Jane sardua( yellow majesty) in some places.... Thank you friends...
God bless
Brandon Nagley
brandon nagley May 2015
Governmental apparatus,
Did thou forget thy soldiers status?
As in a box you send him home??

Six feet below!!!!

Governmental beast's,
Didst thou have thy feast's,
With thy oil money and terrace divided?

Commando uninvited!!!

Govermental liars,
Partakers to nefarious deeds,
Put a gun in hand, eighteen to the marching band,

You've spoiled innocent seed!!!

Governmental bureaucrats,
Republicans, and Dependents,
Democratics to rat pendants,

For is thy party thy truth, o'er just a front?

Governmental witches,
More pills to heal those stitches,
More trenches to foreign ditches,

And regional to!!!

Governmental carnivorous,
Not paying thy army man's dentist nor doctor?
Give them radiation for cancer?

Mind control you give involuntary!!!

Governmental disregarders,
Turn clay into mortar,
Turn thine own country into hell!!!!

Armageddon shells!!!!

Governmental rapists,
Put obituaries on our pages,
Mother's and fathers alike!!!

No partiality there!!!

Governmental druids,
Paint pictures of moribund tanks,
Where gold thou has stored in thy bank,

And bankrupted on thy trillions???

Governmental addicts,
Turn bread into maggots,
Can't feed the third world?

Can't even feed us??

Governmental appendix,
Are you dying to get rich?
O'er wish thou was poor to escape thine judgment?

Thy soldier thou hath missed!!!!

Governmental Premiers,
Turn mascara into tears,
And old age is naught to this era you've intended!!

Befriended!!!

Hath thou forgotten the tombstones to every square inch scattered amongst thy broken rural?

Here's a picture of thy own son and daughter,
Such a refining mural!!!!!!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****.

ii.

Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.

iii.

Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?

iv.

Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.

v.

Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;

The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication
brandon nagley May 2015
Thou sayest that thou art free young veteran?

Well,
May I ask why thou has blood on thy gun?
And ****** on thy conscience?

Still a slave to executive bridle?

Young mercenary...

                                Thy freedom has been choked!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

She isn't thy average
Typical being;
She sit's upon a loft
Only made for a queen.

ii

Her bedstead is mine
We shareth ourn pillow;
I've never been so happy
Her love, pure as a meadow.

iii

A battlement coordinates
Wherein we shalt be protected;
She's spiritually awoken me
Hari and his reyna, ressurected.

iv

I shalt beget her, from her painful sleep
Now she's awoken, her face none more weep's;
Other's shalt Bestir us, from what they can't get
Though we shalt prevail, with love, forgiveness, them to forget.


v

Brigandine silver, shalt dress me in battle
For If beast's cometh close to mine queen, their boot's shalt rattle;
A Gilbertese I wilt carry, known as a shark tooth weapon
Mine Filipino empress is mine all, no faltering, none question's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Filipino rose......
brandon nagley May 2015
Native nations,
Tune in thy television stations,
For thy lands up for the taking!!!!!
Hath thou been mistaking your materialist flaw for gods and goddesses?

For what hath thou missed?
Oh pitiful tyrents...
This land was stained with the migrants you soo call foreign!!!!!

Gun's thou taketh up as thugs with crime obsession,
For didn't thine prophetics mention of thy grave thou shalt go??
No!!!!

No periwinkle  there to flow,
No narcotics to currupt you!!!
No directional staffs to guide you,
For you chaseth the wartorn path!!!!!

Where hell cannot be divided in math nor numbers!!!

Just gnashing of grotesque teeth,
Come on in,
Wash thy feet, the stratosphere shall rip into a billion colors!!!!

None help from thine sister and brother,
For you've turned thy own back!!!!
Just a ditch place with clasps and shackles will become thine new order!!!!!!!
For anyone who reads the line( this land was stained with the immigrants you call foreign, ) that doesn't mean racism lol it means men took over this once native native land that the people who took over this native american land were really the true foreigners!!!! Not the indigenous people that were here long ago!!!!! Meaning this countries gone to hell quickly after the taking of this once native land, though a renewal is bound for the whole planet!!! Wake up america! Wake up world!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Potluck of paramour
Rivulets of auric
Lozenge Paragon's of tarot
As in this all
A freedom from mine own tenement!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Witchdoctors of wall street
Maketh potions of poor man's disgrace

Angels still left on earth
Dying to get back to their place

Their sick of the heartbreak
Humans tend to bring

All it would taketh
Is a lightning strike
To make those humans fully believeth in pain!!!

Pillars of salt the cities hath become
Liquor stores to stupor one down

Some weareth pearly apparel
High class yet ( not found)

These fancy dressers
Pick and choose
The lives they wanna live

Whilst the angels sit on back
Saying do not taketh mine friend
But giveth...

Pilate like rulers
Rule by sharpened tongue
Making gods of figurine's
Lying in another mates secretion
Thinking they haveth won..

Cloying masters
Of tyrent rage
Emptied out of the bag
False lovers of nothing more
Than control whilst at hand

Club-women
And club-men
Hanging out at bar (clazelle)
Sold their soul to Satan
For a night of wine and hell

They fraternize their wicked schemes
Whilst making one quick buck
Wherein is that dying breed
Lost on mountain musk?

They freck thee with smooches
They leaveth thee the next day
Fratriciders of suicide
To their friends and family decay

Ideomotor ideas doth come
At least to those who art lost
Gaveth all they've had
For a fake idea and posh

But it shalt all endeth soon
The storms now rolling in
A hurricane of sweet refuge
No more cheaters to lovers sin!!
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Tis, she is
That lost artwork that hangeth on display;
In the supernal supernatural museum of the creator's stage.
              
              ii.

               Tis, she is
               That lost sculpture mankind hath overlooked;
               In the hall of cherub's and serpahim book's.

iii.

Tis, she is I
As I am her, we art not separate, we art fused together;
From a otherworldly dimensional world.

              iv.

               Tis, we art from the palace
               Filled with the water of life, in a flowing chalice;
               None ill-will nor malice, just a palisade of intimacy.



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

heretofore bygone week's
Tis I was layden in mine outgoing's;
Incapacitated, mine feet's step's unknowing.

ii.

Dolor rolled as Boulder's
Down mine emptied innard's;
Jinn filled with hate and sin, tooketh over.

iii.

They tried to possesseth me
And diluteth me by their fear's;
They scratched, and bit, all didst spit
Yet mien reine reigned in by chariot flares.

iv.

Mount Mayon, in southern Luzon
Volcanoe's surround her citadel;
She snatched me from the barbarian's
In heaven, whence in hell.

v.

Manila in the concentrate
Between the thickness of it all;
Is where mine rose, her face didst gloweth
Her virtue's were one, of the prophet's and high law.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/hari/soulmates
mien reine - means mine queen in french....
brandon nagley Dec 2015
O' amour
How radiant thy petal's art;
O' galore,
For what's in store
Shalt be noble
In novel art's.
Statues to tower
The children we
Create; none minutes
Nor hours, an empyrean
Place, a tribal face times two.
Restored, renewed. Amour' tis
True. Gushing water's of life-ever-
Lasting....
The ripples art ourn soul's, exploding
Chalices of old, expertise is awe-striking
In the deathly livings over-passing.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
brandon nagley Mar 2017
Welkins so melancholy, welkin so gray,
How mine isolation dost mock me; for
Only the lonesome make sharu fotay.

Bedchamber so hushed, bedchamber of many tears; how I feel thy ivory paint,
How I feel thy pain here.

Hallway so narrow, hallway that breathes, O' hallway, O' hallway, listen when I sing.
Grab mine hand, O' hallway of mine abode,
Mine feet do walk quietly, on thy carpet; thy soul.

Spirit O' spirit, how heavied thou art, soon shalt thou depart; for the world is to much.

Mine skin yearns for kisses, mine fingers for touch, O' many hath wishes, guess I ask for to much.

Mine hair screams loudly, to be caressed, ruffled. How gray art the welkins; when a poet's love is muffled.

Mine hand tis weak, from not having ones grip, mine lips chapped; no wetness
Nor mist.

Mine dance is off, with none holding of hips, mine glance is off; eyes pained
By watching worldliness.

Mine old worn out ninety-sixties Beatles boots art worn, tired they mourn; they've
Walked many miles; on trails I've turned.

They've walked through streets, where dope addicts fiend, I've been that pusher, that user in scenes.

I've dreamt, I've dreamed, hath had many emotions; with mother and dad, I've smoked and mind opened.

Mine hope in God strong, unearthly, outspoken; I'm here on thy globe,
To bring hope to the hopeless.

Mine garb is bygone, outstandish, I'm Irish, Scottish, two types of native American Indian blood; Chickasaw-Choctaw,
From mother's generational flood.

A Greek man's inside me, one of biblical times, with french royalty, even Charlemagne, is connected to
Family of mine.

As well french power, and kings and queens, emperor's, empresses in mine relations; who ruled Rome with
Maximus, and around
Constantine.

With pilgrim cruor from England, that came here on ships; on the Mayflower they traveled, to this place of new bliss.

Even tis I am Swiss, these art mine bloodlines, O' how mine souls old,
A gold refined.

This is me O' Lord, thy lonesome son,
O' this is me God, thy writer
Of love.

Welkins so melancholy, welkin so gray,
How much longer O' loneliness; til
Thou shalt go away.

Tonight, O' tonight, shalt be silence once again;

Thus the dream of being held, is just
A thought with none end.

© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry
Word meanings-
Welkins; relating to the skies, the heaven's.
Dost; does
sharu fotay; this is a word I created, it uses to words I created, (sharu fotay) pronounced as you see, meaning ( love created by poetry).
Mine; means ( my) in archaic form as I write old style.
Bedchamber; old word for bedroom.
Thy; your.
Abode; home, residence.
Thou;you.
Art; is (are) archaic form.
Hath; have.
Tis; it is.
Garb; clothing.
Bygone; belonging to an earlier time.
outstandish; In olden times, English speakers used the phrase outlandish man to refer to a foreigner - or, one who came from an outland, which originally meant "a foreign land." From here, outlandish broadened in usage from a word meaning "from another land" to one describing something unfamiliar or strange.
Cruor; blood.
Thus; as a result of this.
If notice I put all my bloodlines in my poetry guess just to make it fun and for other's to learn about me if they get bored enough to wanna know of me lol.
As mother's side is all Irish, Scottish, two types of native American. Chickasaw/Choctaw which actually we're two separate native American tribe's out west that became one tribe to settle differences, both are very prophetic tribe's, and are very spiritual as both are known to have prophets in their tribe's and people who have dreams and visions, though I consider myself no Prophet though the Lord Jesus Christ has given me many dreams and few visions of what's coming to this planet soon as our Bible speaks in Joel 2 and acts 2;

As Joel 2 speaks this in the Bible also book of Acts what's occuring by the thousands all over the globe people having dreams visions of what's going to come to pass upon earth prophetic wise as Bible spoke. You can see all those dreams and visions thousands on YouTube.
Joel 2:28-32

28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:

29 And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.

30 And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke.

31 The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the LORD come.

32 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the LORD shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the LORD hath said, and in the remnant whom the LORD shall call

I also got Cherokee native blood in me there very spiritual and prophetic people who many believe are actually connected to one of the lost tribe's of Israel which Ido believe by all facts shown.

Also got German in me on moms side and french and English.

Dad's side is mostly Greek as his Great grandpa came from Corinth Greece, he came to America at around 13 years old and came on ship to Ellis island New York. As Corinth where he came from is where Paul spoke to in the Bible to Corinthians.
Also dad's side lots of English came over on Mayflower famous ship to America and french that dates back to long ago with royalty of kings queens of the Frank's,. Found out also Charlemagne were related to all dad's side.and kings rulers and empresses who ruled after and before Constantine in Roman times, one was even a high military officer under Constantine. Along side Maximus famous movie with Russel Crowe was on Maximus.
Also dad's side Swiss, and German.
An example of one of the kings I'm related to is https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentinian_I
Valentinious the first and all connected to him. Just for example.

I was shocked found all this info out because my uncle my dad's brother had went to ancestry.com to find out my grandma nagley and Grandpa nagley both passed away now, to find out my dad's full ancestry line. My uncle took months and hours printing up my dad's family line on his mom's side and his dad's side.my uncle printed these books up put them together and their really thick.dad got one I was going through it months back and researched all these names online and was so shocked to see I have royal blood that goes through ancient times at most important times in history,one of the kings who ruled in Rome had very strong Christian connections as I found out he was a major reason Christians flourished and Rome allowed Christianity from his believing in it and following it. And seeing Charlemagne in our ancestry book, connected in our line, supposedly Charlemagne in family bloodlines is common because back in day wasn't as many people as now but still so in awe and shocked to learn who I am and where my blood runs through. Not bragging on my ancestry I'm just humbled and it definitely makes one see themselves in a different light when think of our ancient ancestors who we truly are. Anyways that's me thank you for reading poet...
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Thou always sayeth
Thou art not good enough love;
Though thou hath saved mine life.

ii.

Thou always sayeth
Thou aren't beautiful enough love;
Though every man flocketh to thee, and thy sight.

iii.

Thou always sayeth
That thou doth not do enough love;
Though thou hath given me the heaven's.

iv.

Thou always sayeth
That thou art the blessed one;
Though it's me, who's free by thee, I must claimeth.

v.

Thou wilt always sayeth it's thee most
As tis I wilt sayeth back, me more;
Forever we wilt liveth, on eachother's amour'.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
βασίλισσα μου
i θέλεις αγαπά εσύ
μέχρι το τέλος του χρόνου

(Translated from Greek to English)

Queen of mine
I shalt loveth thou
Until the end
Of time.......
Lonesomepoetspoetry¢
brandon nagley May 2015
Where is thy wealth?
             In thine pocketed handbook?
Or in the love that thou giveth???
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Where is thy wealth?
             In thine pocketed handbook?
Or in the love that thou giveth??
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Men
Treat thine women as queens
Woman
Treat thy men as kings
Sons
Treat thy sister's as treasures
Daughters
Treat thy brothers as better
Lover's
Wed in godly ascension
Haters
Stop hating, tis love I do mention
Romancers
Romance until thy heart stops
Dancers
Sway with thy lover
Unending nights of crop
Singers
Sing until thy voice chokes
Poets
Read mine words, they'll make more sense if thou would practice
This in hope!
brandon nagley May 2015
Poet,
For thyself can speak great murmurings and swelling's from thine aperture,
                           Tis,
                                 That's easy for anyone!!!
But canst thou expatiate prophesying philosophy???
brandon nagley May 2015
i γεννήθηκε στη σάρκα , τώρα άρρωστοι πεθαίνουν στο πνεύμα σου!!!

English translation-

I was born in thy flesh,
I will die in thine spirit!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Exquisite animation, the tubes channel of hereafter is dim at first
This foundation of earth was just a passing through to showeth love, as I've met good being's, I've seen material and unearthly things, I've felt the kiss of death, I've seen prison cells of thugs.

ii

I've seen popes, president's, crip's and blood's, I've seen Devil's of hate, I've witnessed lover's and their fate, I've tasted iron in mine mouth, from the health issues to me I've met, I've seen ruler's get greedy, killing children as a bet, I've payed mine dues and rent.

iii

I've shown kindness to other's, I've helped sisters and brother's, I've given all to help another, as the giving of oneself is the ultimate love of ourn creator, I've seen crying and imitator's, I've seen holy and devilish behavior, as minkind hath forgotten bliss.

iv

I've seen war on t.v, I've seen Hope's made to reality, I've seen young one's die of starvation and poisoned, I've seen sanctuary of  glee turned poluted, I've seen soldier's suited and booted with the media and secret societies back their war, for lies to thee allured.

v

Though through all this nonsense I've seen, I'm at peace on the water's of the hellion scream's, for tis I feeleth serene in this stepping stone stop, the drab funnel I'll enter, when this heart stops, though I shalt seeith the light, and taketh a flight to God..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
If a brother Thirst's friend
Doth thou giveth him drink?

If a brother is CURSED friend
Doth thou release his sting?

If a brothers in dirt oh man
Doth thou wipeth his face?

If a man is begging for food
Doth thou filleth his hunger and taste?

If thou teacheth love oh sire
Doth thou loveth one back?

If thou preacheth hellish fire
Doth thou telleth others facts?

If thou seeith a creature in agony
Doth thou reacheth out and bandage their wound?

If thou seeith skeletons of people
Doth thou giveth them medical to?

If thou art not happy
Doth thyself let others help?

If thou art trapped in lonesomeness
Thou wouldnt be alone if thou wouldst only see what the other felt!!!

Doth thou listen to another?
Instead of just hearing?

Doth thou giveth thine soul to thy soulmate
If the other ones given all their skin for thou and meaning!!!

Doth thou understandeth me?
Maby thou don't
Maby thou shalt take mine advice
And loveth now
Before our lives ourn over
And never say never or ( don't)
But just do

No more excuses,
It's for thyself to chooseth!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Static amare,
Wherein art thou?
To sticketh around and careth.....

Staunch lover,
For wherein art thou?
To loveth me? And not another......

Singular saccharine,
For wherein art thou?
To giveth realism, not just a dream....

Resolute angel,
For wherein art thou?
For in ourn own web of amour', to get tangled!!!

Requisite yearning's,
Shalt thou cometh?
Mine soul is burning..... .

Profound all,
Shalt thou ever arriveth after all??

Genre of seraphim,
Dost thou heareth me?
To be as me to be open and not hush, hush, Mum!!!!

Genteel chronic,

I needeth catharsis,
As assuaging of antibiotic!!!!

Merger marriage,
Thy scarcity is much
Yet still the purest touch
I reacheth mine hand's for....
Immutable I wanteth thee,
Though tis,
There art none....

So I retract as I bleedeth....
For noone just good writing ():
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

sacchariferous exhale's, I shalt insufflate into her bronchi
An Ode of enchantment, a beacon of escarpment, Filipino oblige;
We shalt junket all the way to France, the way politician's do
Concord, oh amour', at the end of the day Cogitation's, sky blue.

ii

The artist's shalt adumbrate ourn outter appearance's, as ghost's
They shalt brush us onto an primeval canvas, Enlargement ****;
Phosphorescent simper she giveth, as I grace her foreign perfume
Thither the acropolis, to mine land of Greece, Corinth, in all tune.

iii

The people their do greeteth her, they layeth out the red carpet
White wall's of these spítia, nacre full of plenty, open market's;
The children here art collaborated in epoch, decorative style's,
As mine queen shalt seeith, they weareth golden leaves, wild......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ pag-ibig magpakailanman.....
spítia means homes or houses in Greek..... For you who wonder lol
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.

Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.

Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.

Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.

From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I needeth one to discern me,
An intimate tease,
Wherein laungerie is seduction,
Diradic, no diffident!!!

I seeketh something different!!!

A paw and a footprint as fidelity
Tattoos our portion,
No flouting distortion
No love loss abortion!!!

A juxtapose of hot waxed surreptitious!!!

Synthesis to succumb to,
A queen of mine to run through
Both revered in dialect language!!!

No baggage,
Nor any drainage,
No virulent acute scrutiny!!!!

A grand symphony!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The GLOBE hath gone infected
Media mobs
MOGUL infected
Bilderberg GODS!!!
Mother's shalt turneth against daughter's
And father against son
RISE of thine technology oh man
For thou shalt looseth by thine own guns
Thou shalt SCREAM PEACE...
Ourn savior hath come
ANTICHRIST beast
To the one's who chooseth dumb
CHIPS in thy hand's
Shackled at the feet
BURIED in sand
Defecation SECRETE
Babies shalt HOWL
No **** to be given
I bet I'll be gone
This time
By THANKSGIVING
Liveth out thy life,
PAY presidential bills
Down thy DRINK
Swallow thine pills
Mocketh me if thou WILT
Awaketh human slave
The CHAPTER is coming
To the end of thine DAY'S!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Affluent men taketh and foreclose thy dormitory residence
They smirk and grin with their polka dotted ties
They loveth to giveth pain
They laugh to poor man's suicide
They build skyscraper's to thy sky
Metal steel to beam star high
Animal's tis they hunt as trophie's
Whilst African and even American babies art choking
From no food nor water!!!!!!!
They drop acidic gas for slaughter
Whilst putting chemical's in the turf
Slug round's to virginal church
They've scoffed high Jehovah
Made **** their Ponderosa
Wriggling worms
Master artists of DEATH
Selleth thy soul to the world dear reader
And thou shalt taketh thy last breathe
For they've madeth man focus on media ****
****** thee by breast's
They Maketh women a harlot *****
They telleth them what they should be
Giveth them fifty bucks
For girly magazines
But these art the Queen's
That the howler's corrupted their image
Man of no humbling
Devilish scrimmage
As he also maketh men
Robots to his illusion
Giveth him archery
They calleth them soldier brainwashed timid's
They run ourn own weather
( DARPA) run by the government beast
Stick poles in the ground
(Search it in Alaska) thou shalt seeith
Mankind thinks this weather is natural
As natural they tryeth to be
Disillusioned by fact's soon
Their chapter shalt be seen
Their heads will be bowed
Tasting the ash
Their law's of soo called justice
Kiss mine ***!!!
No I don't cuss ( not a cusser honest)
But I'm overboard now
Sick of the molestation of ourn being's, creature's, And GLOBE overflowed!!!!
The blinded eyes
Are woozy by robes
But guess what dearest?
Almost the end of the show.......
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

This temple is broken, lonesome, and old
It's leaving this place, the world's not meant for Good soul's;
Whilst good soul's art meant, for heaven not purgatory nor hell
No longer shalt I be trapped, or treated like some beast in his cell.

ii

I've seen prison before, and I dealt with that iron bar hand
The structure, the flames, the brute animals, and the pain;
They biteth til thou bleedeth, again and again, wings to expand
Expansional shift, I'll taketh mine flying arm's and I shalt uplift.

iii

Leaving suddenly, as they do sayeth, for only the good do die young, I shalt breatheth more easily, none more hatred, for the amour of the light I'm going to, I shalt succumb, mine senses wilt be ten fold the more than planet destruction earth, rebirthed.

iv

None more seeing war on the television screens, none more untruthful words, for others to bringeth me, none more reptillian like Creation's to killeth mine dream's, none more scream's, none more for those to breaketh me, a serene scene, of alien planet's.

v

None more hopeless romance, for I shalt haveth all the hope given, none more having to write on paper, mine soul shalt write by the dust trail's so splended, to be the cherub's inspiration, as cheribum shalt listen to me sing on set, this place for me to forget.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Αυτή η ουσία σθένος είναι κενή
Της
Ανάγκες πλήρη του

Δεν γιατροί
Ούτε οι νοσηλευτές
Δεν ασθενικά χάπια

Χρειάζεται mi amour »
Ωστόσο, αυτή δύνασαι να μου δώσει αυτήν όλα
Κοιμάται όταν την needeth
Αποφεύγει το βράδυ κλήσεις

Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Απλά απλό έφεραν στο φως την αγάπη
Τώρα είμαι λεηλατήθηκε
Τώρα needeth κατεύθυνση
Τώρα κόλαση είμαι σε
Τώρα αμαρτίες αναλάβει
Δεν υπάρχει πλέον το κρασί τοστ σε
Δεν εραστή αν τριφύλλι
Δεν λάμψη με διαφωτίσετε
Δεν τραγούδι για amour τη νύχτα
Απλά μια μοναχική κάθοδο
Ένα παιδί
Φοβάσαι με τρόμο
Soo Kay αυτό το μαύρο ταιριάζει ψοφίμι
Κάτω από τα καλύμματα,
Τυλίξτε μου, όπως ο Χριστός
Διότι εγώ δεν είμαι σαν τους άλλους
Ponder μνήμη ορυχείο
Σπόρους φυτών σε ορυχείο δάχτυλα
Πλάκα μου με ασήμι
Σβήνουμε με χρυσό
Αν τα πράγματα δεν χρειάζονται για τον ουρανό
Μόνο η δική μου πνεύμα θα πραγματοποιήσει
Κρατήστε το ορυχείο τάφο ανοιχτό
Για αν έρχεται πίσω για να παντρευτεί
Βάλτε μαύρα γυαλιά ηλίου
Πάνω από μάρμαρα ορυχείο
Για μένα τυφλά από τους πόνους
Αυτός ο κόσμος έχεις απομείνει
Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Ακριβώς μια καρδιά όλα ως ένα
Πολλοί ζήτησα σε πολύ
Είμαι απλά παράξενο και ετοιμοθάνατα
Αν αγάπες δεν είναι τόσο σκληρά
Απλά μια ανθρώπινη και θεϊκή συναίσθημα
Θα εξακολουθούν να καταζητούνται σε ένα φίλο
Αφήνοντας της μου έδειξε την αφοσίωσή της
Της
Αν και
Ξέρω ότι θέλεις κατασκοπεύσει μου
Επειδή δύνασαι να αφήσει να πάει
Το ξέρω αυτό γιατί
Έχω δικό am
Και αυτή είναι η δική μου σπίτι !!  ( Greek tongue)

(English version-)

This essence vigor is vacant
Tis
Needs its fill

No doctors
Nor nurses
No sickly pills

It needs mi amour'
Yet she canst give me her all
Sleeps when I needeth her
Avoids night calls

I didint ask much
Just simple unearthed affection
Now I'm plundered
Now I needeth direction
Now hell I'm in
Now sins taken over
No more wine to toast in
No lover of clover
No shine to enlighten me
No singing for amour at night
Just a lonesome descent
A child
Scared with fright
Soo lay this black suited carrion
Underneath the covers,
Wrap me as christ
For I'm not like the others
Ponder mine memory
Plant seeds in mine toes
Plate me with silver
Douse me in gold
Though things not needed for heaven
Only mine spirit I'll carry
Keep mine grave open
For in if she comes back to marry
Put black sunglasses
Over mine marbles
To blind me from the pains
That the world hast left over
I didint ask much
Just a heart all as one
Maby I asked to much
I'm just weird and moribund
Though affections aren't so hard
Just a human and godly emotion
I still sought a friend
Her leaving showed me her devotion
Tis
Though
I know she shalt spy me
Because she canst let go
I know this because
I am hers
And she is mine home!!!!
I messed up on few greek words but don't feel like changing its only three words put wrong letter in Greek lol oh well
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Beelzebub, oh Beelzebub, was thou so foolish to turneth from god
Thineself was the highest angel, leading now thy devilish flock;
What was thou thinking? Oh foolish one? To tryeth to be thy god
Thou tried to be the one who created thee, now kicked down here

ii

Lucifer oh Lucifer, thou was made in his image, not him thy own
Now thou hateth, now thou taketh, what thy greediness hath left;
Satan oh Satan thine blaspheming brute, where art thou now?
Art thou killing? Looting, and causing misery for the world's suit?

iii

Bearer of light, oh bearer of false light, I've seen thy face at night
Bearer of false promises that mankind follows, I canst waiteth to see thy works cast into the flame, and for thee again to be chained, with the rest of the hellion with thee in Hell's shallow.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Lost,
A succulent cream I die to taste,
Lost,
A princess of hard working's, tear smeared to her face
Lost,
A visionary of doctoretic degree
Lost,
Not sold, nor bought, an artistry delicacy
Lost,
She seeketh in all the wrong places
Lost,
Wears a mask to make thou think its the happiest of faces
Lost,
Gathered by nature, destroyed by mankind
Lost,
A love that I seeketh, so divine!!!!
Lost!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
God,
Have mercy upon the extortionist's,
The distortionists are all *******,
Some dead,
None life-like!!!!

Fighters draw blood through their ****** syringe,
Through hateful revenge,
Their devils in tattooed disguise!!

Some wearies of pain,
Others forth along for thine ride!!!!

Im not meant for such desire of madness,
All attire vamped out mapped by state,
Some come early and some come late!!

To the gates of hell and back that is.....

I'm sick of hiding behind the cache ,
Behind the decanter of who we really are!!!!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
On the moon,
                        I shalt painteth her name in moon rock dust,
The name,
                   ELSA ANGELICA,
Written by mine soul,
                                       as the world below,
Canst seeith her name gloweth every night!!!





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

Into twlight, Shadow's of monster's, men's piercing sight's
As they stareth at mine queen, dog's, hopeful dreamer's, dream's;
Tis, cometh to find out these verily aren't men, they were aloviti being's, their breath was poisonous as an asp, teeth as glass.

ii.

Tis these brute's couldst not be killed by arrow, nor gun's, unless silver and gold were used; They brought a thunderstorm and hail over me and mine beloved's head, they clinched their lip's, their nail's ripped through the roaring of the darkness around instead.

iii.

Mine Earl Jane Nagley held me closely, as tis these barbarian's were untamed and ghostly; I pulled out mine secret hidden choice, An Aesculapian snake to giveth a bang taste to these to these unholy ale's, I used that silver and gold to cut off their tail's.

iv.

Whilst the thunderstorm's and hail dissolved into thin air
Mine reyna and queen hugged me and screamed, cheerfully;
She saidst to me she loved me, tis now she was free, from pain and from anguish, I saved her again from the devil's advantage.





©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just found this story on Google thought it would be interesting to write a story of it...an ale in Serbian mythology is a demon that takes form into a man,,, the demon can breathe on a man and become him. The ale's or demons power is thunderstorms and hail which is said it doesn't effect a village directly but the villages surrounding where the storm is.. And if a ale breathes on you it can make your soul leave your body up to the clouds.... Also you can't **** these ale's by any ordinary weapon not arrow or gun ( unless) silver and gold is used with it.... It is said the main choice weapon is the Aesculapian snake which somehow its poison killed these ale (demons) this is in Serbian !mythology and a few other European places around Serbia.... Interesting.. I'm not Serbian at all just thought this is interesting... Enjoy (: oh and yes aloviti are names for man transforming into these demons...
brandon nagley Dec 2015
í.

օ' օʍղíԹɾҽՏҽղԵ ցօժ
հօա ҍӀҽՏՏҽժ í ɑʍ ƒɾօʍ Եհҽҽ:
հօա ҍӀҽՏՏҽժ í ɑʍ,
աíԵհ զմҽҽղ յɑղҽ'Տ հɑղժ'Տ
íղ ʍɑɾíԵɑӀ օԹԹօɾԵմղíԵվ.

íí.

օ' íղѵíղϲíҍӀҽ ʍɑƘҽɾ
í'ӀӀ ҍɾҽɑԵհҽԵհ ҽѵҽɾվ ӀɑՏԵ ҍɾҽɑԵհ
աíԵհ ɾҽվղɑ յɑղҽ íղ ʍíղҽ ɾҽՏԹҽϲԵՏ:
ɑ ϲɾօաղ մԹօղ հҽɾ հҽɑժ í ՏհɑӀԵ ժҽϲƘ
ɑ ɾíղց Եօ աҽժ íղ աҽժժҽժ ժɾҽՏՏ,
ԵɾɑղՏƒօɾʍíղց, ʍɑƘíղց օղҽ
մղíԵҽժ ʍօօղ'Տ
ҍҽղҽɑԵհ Եհҽ Տմղ.
աօղժҽɾ ɑաҽ
ϲհօՏҽղ օղҽՏ
ԵɑցɑӀօց-
ϲհíӀժ ԹӀɑվ ƒմղ.
ѵօաՏ օƒ հɑɾԹՏ
ɑղժ ՏԵɾíƘíղց ҍҽӀӀՏ.
Եհҽ օϲҽɑղՏ Տաɑվ
ահíӀՏԵ հҽɑѵҽղ Եօ ժաҽӀӀ.
ƒɾҽҽ ɑՏ ՏօմӀՏ
ԵօԹԹӀíղց հҽӀӀ.
օϲҽɑղ ԵմɾԵӀҽ'Տ
աíԵհ ҍɾíցհԵ ցɾҽҽղ ՏհҽӀӀ'Տ.



,
©ҍɾɑղժօղ ղɑցӀҽվ
©ҽɑɾӀ. յɑղҽ. ղɑցӀҽվ. ժҽժíϲɑԵҽժ. (ƒíӀíԹíղօ. ɾօՏҽ)
©ӀօղҽՏօʍҽ ԹօҽԵՏ. ԹօҽԵɾվ
If you can't read poem it reads

i.

O' omnipresent God
How blessed I am from thee;
How blessed I am,
With queen Jane's hand's
On marital opportunity.

ii.

O' invincible maker
I'll breatheth every last breath
With Reyna Jane in mine respects;
A crown upon her head I shalt deck
A ring to wed in wedded dress,
Transforming, making one
United moon's
Beneath the sun.
Wonder awe
Chosen one's
Tagalog-
Child play fun.
Vow's of harps
And striking Bell's.
The ocean's sway
Whilst heaven to dwell.
Free as soul's
Toppling hell.
Ocean turtles
With bright green shell's.
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

We were sewn together
To be an example;
To the ghost's lost
And forgotten.

ii.


We were made together
To be sweetened host's;
Betwixt the devil, graves,
The evil and rotten.

iii.

We were called into existence
To bringeth into remembrance;
That life, tis life
Is precious.

iv.

Once separated
As tis when ourn spirit's found fleshly bodies;
Though back together again
Peace, serenity, heavenly surrounding's.

v.

Now sewn together
Once again as aforetimes;
The same heart, brain
Soul, blood-stains,
Golden mind's.

vi.

And now until
The passing of time's;
Shalt me and mine Reyna
Spreadeth ourn wings called amour,
And fly.
Betwixt means between in archaic form.
Aforetime or aforetime means in past. Or past times ....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I heard a man whimpering to another woman
Saying
(Mine wife hast left me)
I dont know why(he said)

Well advice for thou dear sir,

Maby if thou took the time to treat thy wife as a queen
And not a slave
And material for thou to control

Well
She might still be here

Instead thyself forgot her
Didst not listen to her
Only heard her
Didn't give her thy time
Made her a footstool
Hid thy love for her in a moribund tomb
Locked thy amour in a room

And thou asketh
Why didst she leave?

Remember she's a queen dear sir
And not thy possession to keep on some shelf!!!

Let her be free
Let her fly
To be her queens self!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I stored her tears in a bottle
And drink of it
Whenever I needeth life!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Coaxed,
Stoaked,
Citer of circumspect alley ways,
Ponderer of all circumference!!!

A lost shadow to a drawn out stage!!

Incurable nausea plants itself beneathe thine nose,
Beneathe thy finest thine Rose!!!

Thou fallen cut down trunk,
Thou Intel gatherer of recordings of political junk!!!

Thy mafiatic hardened heart's department hath closed for many seasons,
For many reasons thou art down and out again!!!

Old adversary,
Oldened friend!!!!

Undergraduate of no sporty coup'e,
No tripped up loop to sway thine interfacial structure!!!
No loving, all clutter, you inhale as you breathe,

Thou daytime innocent,
Thou nightly thief!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Sure oh man,
                        Tis it's effortless to keep thy queen and thy love locked behind closed doors,
                                                   But doth thou showeth her off to thy world?

Doth thou maketh her know she is not just an earthly vessel,
But a demigoddess in thy view?
Doth thou bow on thy knees,
Give her declaration of obeisance so true?

Or doth thou brew in thine old selfishness?
Forgot of selflessness oh so called king?

Thy fervor is quite hidden,
Thy minds dirtied,
And thy inclination's all wrong!!!

Is thy mind gone?

To not seeith the cash reserve mid thy forgetful feet!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Agraphas of celestial
Gone lost to agnostic theory
Blockage of truth
By rich men and blet disguise

Blight meanderers
Taketh and don't giveth
Sin liveth
On aching tongues to all defeat

Buck they needeth to be
Boiled in purest skim
Wherein they haveth newest of skin's
Refreshed by dyed fruit

Non talkers
To mutes
They cometh by packs
They weareth bookbags for college knowledge
Shocked by truth and fact

Cynic cyclonal's
Cyclical to life
Engulfed by confusion
Cut by their own knife!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Dark caped,
                    Eyes drenched of rain,
I seeketh one,  
                        To make me five again!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
She's a schoolgrad by day,
A poetress by night,
Hard working,
Such a light!!

She roams poems to get her fix,
She's witty,
Non forgetting,

A smashing  grip to thy heart and chest!!!

A mirror who makes thou seeith things only heaven doth offer,
A( P.B.S) lover of fine writings,
Her wine much inviting,

As a friend I've made,

And as a seraph

She hunkers amongst the divine lost and roaming!!!!

If only she came closer!!!
brandon nagley Sep 2016
Today's another day, of observing thy birth, smile, relax; for today's
Thy celebration.

Today's another day, God show's thee
Thy worth; breathe in easy,
With poetic inspiration.

Today's another day thou hath another chance; be joyous, free;
Love is the answer.

Today's another day, plant hope to other's as seed's, if hurt giveth to those in need; let thy light shine
As a lantern.

Thou hath another hour, second, and day; may happiness walk
With thee today.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Birthday dedication to kripi Mehra
Thy- your.
Thee- you.
Thou- also means you.
Hath- have...
Thou hath means - you have
Giveth- give.


Happy birthday dear poet... May your path be love. Light, giving others love and forgiveness as forgiveness and love awaits you poet and friend of mine... Let not darkness or those of darkness overtake you. Your a light. So don't hide it kripi.

Your friend
Brandon nagley

Happy birthday kripi Mehra!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Coaxed,
Stoaked,
Citer of circumspect alley ways,
Ponderer of all circumference!!!

A lost shadow to a drawn out stage!!

Incurable nausea plants itself beneathe thine nose,
Beneathe thy finest thine Rose!!!

Thou fallen cut down trunk,
Thou Intel gatherer of recordings of political junk!!!

Thy mafiatic hardened heart's department hath closed for many seasons,
For many reasons thou art down and out again!!!

Old adversary,
Oldened friend!!!!

Undergraduate of no sporty coup'e,
No tripped up loop to sway thine interfacial structure!!!
No loving, all clutter, you inhale as you breathe,

Thou daytime innocent,
Thou nightly thief!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Tis,
As I looked at his shadow...
Tis,
I realized his shadow was lonelier than I hadst thought!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
रानी, ​​मेरा आत्मा को ले तेरा सुंदरता के साथ मेरी आंखों को संक्रमित , हम एक साथ आकाशीय तक पहुंच सकता है कि हमारे उंगलियों कनेक्ट!!!!!!!!!

English translation-           queen,
take mine soul, infect mine eyes with thy beauty, connect our fingers that we may reach the celestial together!!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
सार्वजनिक रूप से जनता में प्यार, प्यार में, दो serpahim पंख रहने वाले तू तेरा मृत लग रहा है, जिसमें प्रसार करने के लिए !
Hindi version-

English version+

Publicly in love, love in public, two serpahim wings to spread, wherein the living shalt feel thy dead!!!

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