Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thine own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking thy other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations

Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thy own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking your other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations/...

I seeketh to be that blood that drips from her pores,
I seeketh to be the sweat that clings to her..

For amour'

Such unreasonable false treaties bypass these gated bricks,
Wherein cats roam,
Unseen mobile phones turn everyday fighters to mothers *****!!!

Cross/tempered alleys lighten the communistic terrace where every buehler to every faris antagonizes the badged bringers of fear!!!!

Stignitized stipends are exposed to logged whittled suspense!!!
Weirdness is accompanied by thy ebony tops,
Wherein freedoms lost,
In places unsatisfied by man!!!!

Fire and water are trend,
Visionaries cometh from friends made from newspaper stands!!!!

****** theocratic, overhead sensationally leaks to moderned society!!!
Where choosing priority currupts our fatal flaws!!!

Art thou better or worse after all!??!

Accessing emotions,
Acclaimers fight explosion,
Befuddlers make merry their richeous belated stay!!!!

Tenaciously we compile thine world sent knowledge,
Where cargo is astounding with thou junk we all keep!!!

Clean thy face,
Wipe thy feet,
For you are generation number one!!!!

You liberated statue ,
You image to gods son!!!!!!!!!

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon ***** fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

i.

Indue me with thine habiliment made of amethyst silk,
Certes; mine is thine as thine is mine. The firmament shalt one day disintegrate, and the moon wilt not shine.

ii.

Erelong, mine love, erelong, we shalt be cometoid's cavorting
To drum's of virtuous beat's; except in the kingdom wherein we'll stayeth, there shalt be paved golden way's upon the street's.

iii.

O' Tagalog beauty- taketh all of me, subdue me when I am down and wearied, broken and teary, as this ground hath creature's hand's reaching up to claw and scratch;

iv.

I shalt thole the many great length's between ourn ocean's
I shalt waiteth yonside this distance, and holdeth on to thine
Loving potion; if it taketh eternity, I promise queen,
I'll get there, by boat's of steam, or flying machines-
Whether chariot, or unearthly saucers. I wilt get there,
Mine Filipino rose; God's chosen daughter.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

LIGHT UP THE DARKNESS!!!!!

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!”
― Bob Marley

Don't Gain The World & Lose Your Soul, Wisdom Is Better Than Silver Or Gold.”
― Bob Marley

Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright”
― Bob Marley

“I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.”
― Bob Marley... ( love this one!!!!!!!!!) Such truth!!!!!


“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
None but ourselves can free our minds.”
― Bob Marley

When one door is closed, don't you know that many more are open”
― Bob Marley

“Judge not unless you judge yourself”
― Bob Marley........ Love it..

HELLO,
Is there any others HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S
Who seeketh REAL out there?
Anyone here?
To feeleth mine despair?

I guess hopeless romance hath died in this world....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Thou were born at age twenty-one
Thou died at an untimely death of twenty two....

Young soldier?
Was it worth it???

We both
Died
To thy world
And was born to eachother..

Covenant of all ages,
Contrite despite the hatred here many feel!

Begged emotions,
Vexation of treasured spaces,
Inherited shackles to the debackle of brutes and feathered conquest!!!

Chauffeurs for you to lure,
Cheribums of wooden steps!!!

What ***** didst thou come from frosted faced vampiress?
You succeed in all pleasures,
Yet for thy measure your still undressed!!

Not like the rest,
Your timbrel makes settled noise,
Hard to avoid when thine feet trip over each step!!!

Church organs rattle about me as hymn book's not always around,
Some are phonies,
Many lonely,
Coheed to icelandic ground!!!!

Groupies meet in secludes corners,
While adorers temp with foul mouth tounges,
No blacks to white, or whites to black, just two players making one!!!

Orange cones to ex out any leaving plan's,
No clothing stands here!
This is not a mall town shop!!!!

No ice-creamed malts,
Just rags connected to colts,
Where trainers come from thy gambling slots!!!!!

Wounds to every room,
Dont get hung up on thyself,
Wherein harlotry cometh in,
Surely all grins are tiredly screaming out for help!!!!!

Love is forgiving
Forgiving is love
Both
Tis love!!!

And if thou doth not haveth forgiveness with love
Than thou doth not haveth love in forgiveness!!!

I shalt bite her bottom lip
Whilst Pulling her closer;
She shalt melteth at her hip's
Smoke coming from her tongue, as if a long term smoker.


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

A bouquet hung in afterhour pantry,
A bell to ring the starved noise,
Two spirit's gathering extraterrestrial information,
A stairway chalked by toys!!!

A damp moistness to bleed out ourn Laugh's,
No docteretic sources,
Just serene gleams of minds alike inbathed!!!

Abundance of sizziling swelter,
Bogged heavy in due rain heat,
A voisterous composition,
The crow polishes ourn two's feet!!

I tasteth her plum need,
She gravels our toes,
Fulminations children breed,
In translucent clear clothes!!!

We wither in feathered juiciness,
Where fences are none to find,
Wherein camera's we make to shiver,
We break back's on massage oil chyme!

She reaches over to take mine fears,
She maketh me a warmsome bed,
Different valley's in singular astronomical view,
Both alive, yet so dead!!

Ourn peritonium's hunch in closer,
As ourn cartilage gets renaissance,
Were two alike, a Shakespherian Poe poster,
A darkness and light of Dupont!!!

Puzzles with missing pieces,
Though we ourn selves fill the gaps,
Where none can enter between us,
For ourn chapters are ammophilously wrapped!!!

Whilst before a judge sentenced one to prison
He was just a boy,
Than whilst coming out of prison
He becameth a man.....

And not by his own making!!!

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon...

I hit mine head at birth
And for some reason
It gaveth me a different vision,
Tis,
I figured out I wasn't human!!!

Man canst waiteth to get out of his prison cage
Meaning his body

Come on babe,
                         Take a breathe and **** me in!!!

In the venerable shrine between her heart, wherein her arm's doth rest, I gesture, yet hesitate to be in this unknown amour's chest, wherein I shalt get the best of grand opening; I hesitate if there shalt be one to ever want me again, afraid I sayeth, afraid if one shalt leaveth me, crusheth me, and bruise mine already purest of brawn. I await the new dawn, passionately induced, I striveth to be from one, like the heat of a gun, I dieth to be touched, a touch of flush to mine reddened flow. A star show of the circus stage to be ourn quiet deja vu: we shalt be the act's of bonjour as we shalt layeth in the grass of the eiffel tower, like wild flowers breathing in the earth.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

An irishmen
A Cherokee native
A scottsmen
A French belated
A greek poet
An English pilgrim
A swiss purity
Tis
This is mine ancestry's kingdom!!!!!

What doth this all maketh me?

A puzzled mutt!!!!

Being someone's dream
And being someone's reality
Art two different entities....
As in being one's dream
( their just that, not real, an illusion)
Being one's reality....
Whether on the interweb or in person
Means thou wouldst do anything to be with that person
Something one cannot do whilst dreaming..
Such as taking a plane
Bus
Car
Or even thy own feet
To go be with that person in realness....
In dreams sure thou canst be with one in thy head at night
But in the morning thou shalt waketh up alone,
And truly wish those dream's were real....
A saddened illusion..
I'm a realist,
I'm the crazy one who'd take
A plane
A bus
Or car
Or feet,
To SEE the one I love.  
I'm just a hopeless romantic realist...
And proud to be..
We're a dying breed these days.....
Verily I telleth thee....

I'm a dying breed...

It's not bad to love someone so much
It's bad when thy other half
Canst show the same affections back!!!

Brick by brick,
The walls have becometh mine lonliest of friends!!!
A slave just like me!
A slave indeed, bound to Plato structure!
Though painted white,
I see them in many colors!!!!

Not biased at all,
Brick by brick these walls even the ugliest,
Have turned into the greatest of all friends!!!!!

They speak indeed,
Just silently.....

His Aura,
Bright as the morning  sun
His hurt and lonesomeness
Black as the sky that surrounds the moon..

Wherein is the eyeliner, upon a Queen's face?
Wherein is one's affection, to taketh this pain's place;
Wherein is mine direction, for one to leadeth me to?
Wherein shalt the old leaveth, bringing in the new?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Bring out the silent poet's
The one's in the back of H.P;
I'll be happy to read their work
Let's make them famous as thou and me.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Native Agra,
Mi amour' I've not yet met,
For thou this soul is agnate to thy aura!!!

The garden of eve awaits me,
Makes me,
To seeketh thy own splendid marble's men call eyes!!!

From thine Lip's to thy mind,
Thou brama of time,
For today thou hast given me a smile...

As that I dont see often!!!!

Enwrap me in thy garden..

I promise I shalt not wander far,
For you've enlarged mine heart,
As our two spirit's I feel
Burning on wings!!!!

Mayeth I feel thy sting?

Native of douce...

In the ancient crypt
Lies an amulet that's broken;
It's crimson color floweth
Up above to the open...





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Broken communication
Between two lovers
Comes in silently

When the other one walks away..

Yet,
Whilst I see it happen to others

It all could of been avoided
They could have just listened to another!!!

Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας
( Greek tongue )

English version-
Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....

I feeleth a calming tranquility
Coming over mine lid's;
I left mine body completely
I'm alive whilst dead.

Whilst dead, I'm a child
Reborn from the ash;
Critic's art forgiven
And I'm smiling in bask.

No definite task's, for to do
I'm freely engulfed, by amare so true;
With the shaman, and the falcon feather to
Prowling the countryside, the hills as mine muse.

No threatening combinations
A key and no lock;
To enter the straightaway
Breaking the box.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Bungalow bunkie,
Doth thou awaken or sleep to thy dust you accumulate?

Captious are one's these slothful ciggarrete nights!!!

Electrolight,
Come near that I may feel warmth,
As a child in early birth I seek forane high class milk,
Footlights on stilts do the the actors take high position!!
Not seeking the inefficient,
But the tower of Babel gone lost!!!!

Injurious kirtles are kinless,
Thy best friend is now friend less,
Due to thine own kindness!!!!

Lamb-kin darling,
Canst thou lance these burns to cuts?
For what's missing in the soot?
Lamenting chalice...

A king and a queens palace I'll die to live in,
For a smile and a grin cannot be weighed!!!

Hay/fever will take the fidelity of what's polite!!!

Damoclean of wintergreen,
Do you flatter by ones self?
Or doth thou Get help from dandering blotters!!!!

Intimate plotters of murderer's and lost hopes fun!!!
Chatoyant skin doeth I wish to feel once,
Where thy stage is real_,
No stunts!!!!!

Just reality of cavern lathered seducing!!!!

ɨ.

Pʊɨssaռt ɨs tɦɨռɛ ɛռɖɛaʀʍɛռt ɨռ ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛ,
I օաɛtɦ tɦɛɛ aʟʟ; I օաɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɛʋɛʀʏtɦɨռɢ,
As ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ stɛʟʟaʀ tɦօʊ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sɛռt
Tօ ɮɛ ʍɨռɛ sɨɢɦt.

ɨɨ.

I ɦatɦ քɨռɛɖ ʍaռʏ sաɛʋɛռ's
Iռ tɦɛ ʍɨռɖ sɛt օʄ ռօռ-քօʟɨtɛ;
I taʀʀɨɛɖ ʍaռʏ sɛasօռ's
Aʄօʀɛ tɦɨռɛ sɦօաɨռɢ, aռɖ tɦɛ ɢʟօաɨռɢ օʄ tɦʏ ʟɨɢɦt.

ɨɨɨ.

Sɛքtɛռtʀɨօռaʟ ɨs ʄʀօʍ աɦɛռċɛ I օʀɨɢɨռatɛɖ,
Tօ ɮɛ ɮʀօʊɢɦt tօ tɦɛɛ, ʟɨҡɛ ɦօռɛʏ tօ a ɮɛɛ;
Tաօ ɮɨʀɖ's, tɦɛ saʍɛ tʀɛɛ,
Lօʋɛʀ's օռ tɦɛ Lʊʐօռ sɛa,
Mɛsʍɛʀɨʐatɨօռ.

ɨʋ.

Bʊt a ʍaռ I aʍ
Dɛɖɨċatɨռɢ ɦɨs ɖʏɨռɢ ɮʀɛatɦ's tօ tɦɛɛ;
Bɛċaʊsɛ Jaռɛ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ O' Jaռɛ
Tɦօʊ ɦast ɢɨʋɛռ ʍɛ ɮʀɛatɦ ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)

Everyone finds time in a buck or a dime,
Or feast their eyes upon their technological gadgets,

Yet shalt thou take the time to tell thy other half how much thou love's them today?

Oh thou didn't think about it eh?

So many
Get their comfort
Locking their love in solitary room

I'd rather be in the open
With mine amour',
Buck baked
Grass or floor
Cuddled
Huddled
Staring at ourn moon!!!

i.

(Jane)
Let me kiss you passionately,
As we stitch our souls together,
And travel heavens through these lips.

ii.

(Brandon)
O' amour', I canst feeleth thine wet juice
As we sew ourn spirit's as one;
Betwixt the moon and sun, ourn primal nature let's loose.

iii.

( Jane)
I will lock fingers with you,
With this amour as our armour,
The world we valiantly conquer.

iv.

(Brandon)
Land's unknown to dominate
Incorporeal is ourn essence;
Sealing the firmament by blessing's and grace.

v.

(Jane)
Let our love be the sunshine,
That lead and guide us abode,
Finally I found you, my Home.

vi.

(Brandon)
Mine sweet earl Jane
Let ourn amare be the flame's;
And the kindle alway's be the same, as the light never dieth.


©Brandon nagley/Earl Jane nagley duo poem
©Lonesome poet's poetry

To heareth ones Buenos Dias
On just one telephone call

Shalt be heaven
In these lonliest of hours!!!

Tis
As these hours
Seem way to long!!!

As the controlled soldier put a bullet in mine brain,
I put love in his soul!!

I'll taketh the long way home
The one where bumbleberries are lamp posts
Wherein demons shalt not haunt me
Wherein apparitions are lovely
And angels are tabled host's,

Where smoke is seen as ghost's
And images are projected by love making freak's
Wherein reflugence is indulgence
And madness is seduced by capsulated radiance

Tapered sunshine
No hit and miss!!!

Bury me naked oh gravedigger,
For I shall have a new body anyways!!!

I needeth to feeleth
Her tongue and kiss
The secretion saliva slowly hit
And maketh me shake
And beg for more
Whispering softly,
MI AMOUR'
Whilst locking finger's
Ourn Palm's get sweaty
Trapped in the moment
Cuddling hungry
Whilst feet do touch
**** by choice
To stroke her hair
Her quiet angel voice
To scratch her skin
With mine own nails
To feel the drench
Of ourn own tale
To see the moonlight
In her eyes
No thoughts of death
Nor suicide
I'll taketh the ride
Into her soul
Wherein were one
Eachother's home
In ourn own globe
Ourn little world
A little boy
One little girl
I'll giveth her pearls
And diamonds to
Just to say
A love so true
Yet loves not money
Or pirate loot
For she's mine treasure
Of heavenly pursuit....

She had a shovel to uncover me,
I seeketh her tantalizing lips to smother me..
In dinelime butter,
And a glass of wine with goblet bread!!!
Her hair as a crown to wrap mine head!!

Her lies
Like butter
Spread on
By steel shined knife
Tis as I must make a mention
Cuts so right !!!

It's hard for a hopeless romantic
Speaking the language of love
( by themself)

Psalmist of refuge and timelapse,
Can thou stop the ticking tumultuous hand?

Insidious to dietie's
You've come short of hypothetical stand!!

Provisions make space for new coming shouters,
For lovers and doubters of Napoleon like complex!!!
Wherein grievers grieve,
Where gravestones are scene,
Thy gowned mate gets half their respect!!!!

A selah for every area skipped young founding Father!!!

Can thou brand thine own?

No more broken homes to match beautiful daughters to their monsters!!!

Polaroid imagery seiging the bathing rooms of suited men's palaces,
All chalices tipped,
Finalized,
None more chapping to cocoa tasting lips!!!

Engine made supreme star beings,
Control the blood and flesh,
So what good's left ?
Thou faithful of sighted pics!!!

Art thou choked to thy hold?
Simmered to thy own ***** stated bliss!!!

Hath thou blossomed continually?
Perennially you topple towers of watchers view!!!
Release thy stamen among the grass,
For love is renewed!!!!

Times not through,
Thy hedging was meant to last!!!

U⃗U⃗s⃗ p⃗o⃗e⃗t⃗s⃗
A⃗r⃗A⃗r⃗e⃗ t⃗h⃗t⃗h⃗e⃗ d⃗e⃗f⃗i⃗d⃗e⃗f⃗i⃗n⃗i⃗t⃗i⃗o⃗n⃗
O⃗O⃗f⃗ i⃗n⃗s⃗a⃗i⃗n⃗s⃗a⃗n⃗i⃗t⃗y⃗ ;


Brandon nagley
Lonesome. Poets poetry

Some wouldst loveth to seeith me buried alive
Choking on the dirt coming down on me
One problem
I'm already a cadaverous ghost!!!