As I saw mine father,
In that cadverous hospital bed
I saw mineself lying there,

Yet,

Whilst at that same moment
I couldn't help but thinking
Of mine mi amour'
How I hurt her
How I needeth her
How she giveth me life
Shes mine
Mine mi amour'

As I only pray to god
She canst forgive me...

Mine mi amour'

i.

Sacred art ourn vow's, forever I wilt be thine cloud,
To soak the rainstorm's up when they cometh;
I wilt forevermore be thine hari,
We shalt maketh a distant story,
On the patience we do hath.

ii.

We shalt showeth ourn children
The merriment of ourn smile's;
Being parent's of better style;
Freedom paint's us as the wild,
Godly carved into the rock's.

iii.

Husband and wife
Connecting bones,
Ourn abode, just
One stone's throw;
A castle of kingdom's,
With a yellow rose;
Laughter echoes, ourn
Warming nose, touching
As primal kitten's.

iv.

History remembered,
Amour' notes written;
Jewel's around thine neck,
Tenderness, with full respects,
Thanksgiving given,
Alive, once dead
Blossom's risen,
From ourn tomb's,
We serenade in-
tranquil invention,
Didst I mention?
This troth is infinite;
Surely soon, mine queen
Of soothe, we shalt meet-
In a Heavensent.



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

Her granny Gaveth her granddaughter coffee in that infant's sippy,
I think granny could of been really cool....
Maby another gypsy hippy?
And granny Gaveth coke to
Wherein this young girl got addicted....

(As the girl Now)hanging out at Starbucks...
As the moon canst even feeleth that caffeine rush ...

She canst thank lovely granny for that...

Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .

It's OK sir calm down, calm down....
Im use to loneliness,
I canst handle this..

Step back....
                     I got this!!!!

Ignis fatuus reverie
Vigil me in mine torpor
Douse me in voltaic lava
Be mine mi amour'

Facade me in thy fancy
Include me in thy life
For a king I'm trying to hand thou
For a queen to be mine wife!!!

Compose me to mine worries
**** this juice up off mine tongue
Where honey bees and huckleberry
Floweth well,
And wherein dry doth not run!!

Garb me in the coffin
Observe the beast I am
Unslave me from mine shackles
Say I do, I'll say I'm your man!!

Amare,
            The cure to all cancer....

i.

Arrayed she is
In yellow daisy
Dress.

ii.

Anon we shalt rest
In castle view
solitude.

iii.

I'm costumed
In coal-black
Wear.

iv.

We romance in
Candlelight awe
Midnight pair.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication

Tyrent minds beautifully engraved to street sign metal, purified pedals glow to tunnels only angels see.. Try and believe we are what we need when the clouds come swinging in, storms to grins and awakenings of whats new. Sins come with clues when the gas stations empty, lost believer, cross deceiver your mind is full and plenty..Sunglass highway take those fashionists to their old clubs, where girls turn to thugs with tattoos of fiercesome fright, dogs howl at moons baboons turn to, while leather is skin blood tight. volunteers in kitchens where heat is a hundred degrees, ones on knees just to make a cheap buck, beggers cant be givers when sinners are bigger than your orriginal drug bust.. Talented shakespherean, master's invitation given to only those who fit. have you won your prize, one with soft baby eyes your stuck to wordly grips.... Heavenly hips ive yet to find, where one turns boys to men and devils to false ends where captivation leaves your fantasies behind..What signs will one plot? wheres one is to hot to satisfy you every need..You candy you treat how sensual are we these days...How sensual is your memory...........Title- Candy lane... By meself :))))

i.

Into mine soul
Into mine soul;
Lieth mine Reyna
Mine amare, mine abode.

ii.

Into mine head
Into mine head;
Lieth mine sunshine
The one I've awoken to, from the dead.

iii.

Into mine spirit
Into mine spirit;
I commendeth mine pneuma
Into her Filipino chariot.

iv.

Into mine death
Into mine death;
I shalt be renewed
By her every last breathe.

v.

Into heaven
Into heaven;
Awaiteth mine angel
I shalt be her minstrel.


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

Anyone canst existeth,
But canst thou liveth?
Tis the question!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

The poor man sayeth
Sir, canst thou spareth a dime?
The rich man replyeth
Hath thou lost thine mind?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Cap-a-pie
I loveth thee;
Mine own, mine self
Mine whole, mine queen.

ii.

Lashes and eyes
I loveth thee;
Mine home, mine help
Best friend, and dream.

iii.

Leg's and thighs
I loveth thee;
Mine girl, mine world
Mine living, breathing.

iv.

Spirit and mind
I loveth thee;
I giveth mineself,
To thee in sickness
Or wealth, in good
Times or bad health.

v.

Marry and sedate
Me in passionate
Meed; thou art
Mine want, thou
Art mine yearning,
Mine longing,
Mine need.

vi.

Cap-a-pie
Mine
Queen;




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Caravan princess journey
Along the hills of eden
Dancing in moon divine
With mine lass of Spanish kingdom..

In this earthly vessel I'm a slave,
Mired in a cave,
In this fleshly suit I'm impaled,
Beyond the distinct of shells and shale,
In this pottery, I'm shackled on in.
Burdened by loneliness, sultry of sin!
For I shall soon have renewal,
A cologne Macy's can't carry,
No blood to leak,
No more to be weary.
This carcass to be ordained,
In the skies,
On a  plane,
A one way ticket to the great gig in the sky.

I found not caring is the best way to hide one's self,
The problem with me is,
I care to much!!!
Yet maby Its just the world that cares to little...

To much caring can never be a bad thing...

Just who I am...
A different man..

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

Carnal cajolery
Tropical and agglutinative brawn,
We shalt make amour' til the morn'
And not wake til the next dawn!!!

Her laughter
español refined
Her essence
Engraved between mine mind
Her all
I seeketh to lie me down
To lift me to her cosmic airlift
To bait me in Spanish brown
To tasteth me as a sweat
Dripping from her limbs
Her wings hath caught me
Cleansed me of mine sins
Her hands wide reaching
For I've been reaching back
Stand-by for mi amour'
A ranch casa style shack
A willow tree in back
Fuchsia in the front
No mechanization of mankind
No needs, deed's, nor wants
Only eachother
Up against the wind
Flapping ourn ivory glides
Feeling free once again!!!

Lifeless carrion
Inside his ancient coffin;
Soul free in heaven.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Cateblanche- by me///   Chandelier doll, chaos Victorian, acting as if unaffected! Your syndrome's effected, unbuttoned for others to snap back on. Your hearts in a reservoir, kept tidy, undeciding on what and whom a queen shall choose, gain all, destroy much for it's only you who can lose!
Your jargon words are contracts to enemies. Your sentimental values displayed on men's caves, flaunt your sockets as if rockets take you gliding across bedrock moon! No newspapers no news......
Your cradles been spun, Hysteria's begun since all have left you emptied.. I will meet you at the old time reception, where dinners are feasts! Zephyr's so gentle, so free!!! What's to stop you from menacing innocent schoolers on their way home?
Varieties, there's many. Yet few have life defying glow...
Passover waits for your robust shine, where love is all plentiful, please lover let me not fall behind!!!!

Moonshine........


Ps- sorry all its suppose to be carte Blanche for title ! But before Me poem I accidently put cateblanche lol wrong spelling! Stupid tablet haha!!! ();

LOVE,
Tis not seeking nothing in return
LOVE
Tis dying for thy beau thy amour
LOVE
Tis forgiving and gracious
LOVE
Tis sharing and patience
LOVE
Cast's fears to the side
LOVE
Can dry a well from the tears from onces eyes
LOVE
You'd die for it, romantic suicide!
LOVE
Has bumps in thine road, though gold at the end of its light!
LOVE
Not just an action or word that we say or do
LOVE
An embracing between I and thou (me and you)
LOVE
Cuts off all evils
LOVE
Grows stronger daily with thy soulmate and every day people
LOVE
Canst drive one mad
Taketh me for example
A poem for mi amour every five quick seconds!!!!
LOVE
Anytime anywhere
LOVE
Will put thou on a bus, train, plane, ending up at thy lair!!!!
LOVE
Will make thy soul feel completion
LOVE
For thy king or queen to her thou shalt be in obeisance!!!
LOVE
Is forgiving no hatred
LOVE
No news needed, for thou two art thine own station!!!
LOVE
Never giving up or walking away
LOVE
Tis
LOVE
I feel it stronger
Day
By
Day
By
Day
By
Day
LOVE!!!!!!

Mine amour'
Dont leave mine amour
Mine amare
Don't grieve mine amare
Mine agapi
Tis mine heart agapi
Mine aimer
Dont sigh mine aimer
Mine grá
Don't cry mine grá
Mine Ame
Dont giveth into worldly attire mine Ame
Mine caru
I'm waiting today come again mine caru
Mine life
Mine soul
Mine treasure
Mine home!!!

Mine amour,'
Mi aimer

Well fly to Asia by plane
Row to shore in Israel
End back up in Spain
Guessing by car
Whilst walking back home
To ourn own casa Del amor!!!!

Casa
Co-op
Condo
Pad,

Dwelling
Domicile
Habitat
Homestead
Homage
Caboose
Chalette

All home in different words
As for mine mi amour'

She's mine home
That place
Where I know
I've finally come home!!!

Cartilage enhances ones solitude being, everything's green and reblossoms so connectingly.
Cockroach henchmen shall be thy sting, as in the breeze, you get swayed easily.
Desultory ones I want to see in designated books, where no lions nor crooks may steal what we have collected..all effected!
Filum handshakes come so easily these days, where skies have grey, and peasant turns prey!
Grosgain blankets I want to be surrendered, where no one may enter other than chosen ones.
An iris to jasmine jaunty lade's...

Oh beau
Didst thou giveth thy queen thine hand in marriage?
Or still seeketh thy holy sanctimony?

Belittled her thou did,
Gaveth her vinegar for water
And canker for bliss

What didst thou miss?

Didn't get on hands and knees,
Thou art no king,
A frog from devils thorn!!!

Thou lusted other babes
Thou ****** the milk of saddened parade
And gleathed at paramount illness..

Unwilling nit!!!!

Thou made a beast of her,
Thyself canst sleep for sure
For thine eyes will be ravaged from worldly apparel...

Dog of carols!!!!

Her optimism thou hath made pessimistic,
Thy mouth was shut, not all gifted
As her yen thou hath made a clown!!!

Eagerly loud...

Thy papyrus is now unmanaged
Thou art a glutton of ****** malice,
For thou hath despised her crying sheeks!!!

Thy perception is immodestly bleached!!!

                                      BOGUS CASSANOVA!!!!

Castillo de la arena, atrapado por su inocencia, una reina moonbeamed, yo buscare del pasado recuerdo la vida; sólo un fantasma de la imaginación mía, harás una seeith mí en alto? una reina que me salva de la muerte, una reina de ninguno miente. reina, no te rescatarme? donde tú eres? mis ojos cansados ​​arte desde la búsqueda, por favor seducir a mi corazón ....
( Spanish version)


( English version)

Castle by the sand, stuck by her innocence, a moonbeamed queen, I seeketh from past life remembrance; just a ghost of mine imagination, shalt one seeith me on high? a queen to Saveth me in death, a queen of none lies. queen won't thou rescue me? wherever thou art? mine eyes art tired from searching, please ****** mine heart....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Cat eyes,
Diamond in the haze.
Once to man a slave,
Now a slave to thyself.
Your dew doth melt,
As on a poster you should be!
Thine scars so repulsive to others,
Though so beautiful to me.
Don't you know? Thy sins can be forgiven?
Everyday a thanksgiving, with gratitude to pap you!
No remorse to snapcrack you, just rubies to wear your neck.
Cat eyes, Goshen mind, for whence dareth thou roam?
In this bedroom of incense and sage I light for ones such presence.

i.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';
Hɛɑѵɛɳʆy tɦѳu ɑʀt
Witɦ cѳɳcѳʀɗ gɑʆѳʀɛ.

ii.

I ʆѳѳkɛtɦ Բѳʀwɑʀɗ
Tѳ tɦɛ tɦiɳg'ร iɳ รtѳʀɛ;
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
Jɑɳɛ, ɳѳt ѳԲ tɦiร wѳʀʆɗ.

iii.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ pɛʀԲɛctiѳɳ
O' gѳɗʆy cѳɳԲɛctiѳɳ;
Miɳɛ upwɑʀɗ tuɳɳɛʆ
Tѳ Gѳɗ'ร ɗiʀɛctiѳɳ.

iv.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';





©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ Nɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ ʝɑɳɛ Nɑgʆɛy ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ)

Beloved, doth thou hideth secretly in the shadow's?
In the dim, in depression's battle?
Screaming aloft for just something real?

Wanting one for thee to feeleth?
For one to thee to appealeth?
And just giveth thee a phone call or two?

One so true,
Doth thou covereth thine lesion's?
Doth thou changeth in the season's? As winter get's more lonely.

Hidden one, as me doth thou seeith the phonies?
Doth thou just heareth words of matrimony?
Yet none to be ever given!

Lass on amare lane,
As me is thine arm's open?
To not be held the same?

Darling of ocean mountain source
Wherein is thy water's taste and thirst?
That I shalt be complete from.......

Wherein art thou?
                                Hidden one....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry....

Mine caru
Tis her name
Mine caru
A burning brightly flame
Mine caru
Sexiest appeal
Caru means amour in welsh language
Mine amour' so true
She's mine caru
Bastion to mine moral fiber
Yen of tenderness
Ardor to mine acquire
Inclination of ourn embryo
Eggs birthed as twins
Lost into ourn own conscious
Soulmates
Best friends
Though many knoweth not of that
Me and mi amour' surest do
Maby we canst teach thou
A love story far and true
Maby we canst reach thou
For the ones
With no king nor queen!!!

But
Tis ourn own story
This is the amare we bring!!

We shalt dance
The Cinderella waltz
Hopeless romance
One concoction
No human faults!!!

centelleo, centelleo, mi amour',
I shalt travel by foot, right to thy door!
Up above the moon so high,
I shalt exhilarate thee in thine mind.

When the colorful universe hath passed,
And All the glacier's melt so fast,
Then thou wilt illuminate,
centelleo, centelleo, on ourn impresionante date.

Than the watchmen in the dusk
Giveth thee thanks, of aloe and musk:
He couldst not seeith which way to flyeth,
But thine own light to all inviteth.....

In those dark brown eyes thou keepeth,
And always in mine soul thou peepeth,
For please don't ever close thine eye's
Until mine lips art met with thine own so fine....

As thy centelleo glints mine room,
And as thy centelleo is flared by thee mine muse,
I shalt continue to be thy poet
Writing a million poem's a day for thee so everyone shalt know it.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Shun thyself
Taketh the needle out
Stick thyself
Politicians of doubt

Lay down thy stone
Bury thine head
Let the bird flyeth free
And remember thine dead!!!!

Crying shame of pain and doom
Walk the line,
Play thy tunes!!!!

Heavy hearted
Soul of man
Tidy up thy mansion
Do the best thou can

Pull the trigger
Drop thy bombs
Smoke out the ashes
The clay turned dung

Tiger eyes
Diamond blood
Tombstones to plant
Names to shrug

Grow thy beards
Where thy plad
Wear glasses of fashion
And clothes of drag

Maketh thy pupils
Large and small
Taketh thine pills
Behind the wall

Tip thy bottles
Back to false success
Go to school
No rules to thine own stress

Get to work
Five minutes til
Wear thy mask a while
Don't  pay thy bills!!!

Smile as thou runneth
And runneth as thou kills
Take the stab from thy own knife
At thine own will

Mask thyself
In blackened grey
Gravedigger
Bury mine grave

Help thyself
Help noone else
Crawling out a hole
That thy parent's hast built

Mommy and daddy
Don't poison me
This stomach's full
Of sinful seed

Hypocrite's judge
Critics ashamed
Bring me sunlight
Of ****** rain

Teareth me down
Build the wall
Case me like benches
In trenched bathroom stalls

Proud and dumb
Dumb and proud
Thy heart still aches
To the fate of the crowd

Innocent murmers
Poems a must
Cops still raging
To a hippy bus

Prosecutors take thy stance
Shackle me
Taketh mine romance
Waketh me at 9:23

It's time
Maby its thou I shalt see

Let me be free
Free from this sin,
Free to know where the road starts
No criticism,
No false friends!!!

Let Me breathe

Oh deadly world I live in,
These walls are as boundaries
Made as silicone made tint!

The wind blows to a strong
Like a protester in song
Or mother with a lost son or cause!!!

What causeth humanity to fail?

Thou hast seen as I seen
What ive seen,
Saw what I saw
After all,
Blood and flesh are one!!!

Not skin thou war ****'s of flaw,
Not religion of worldliness
Politics of Masonry's call!!!!

Shame leadeth to guilt!

Guilt to fear!!

And only from bleeding to death
What is left?

Chains of redemption pulling at their best!!!

These lines on this face extends the heart I want to give freely,
Smothered, patched up, bleeding,
I yearn a maiden's curtain!

Furtively I stair out this prison cell you call a body,
Where's that chalice to dumbfound me? Compound me to her frenetic volition.

Virulent are all mine surroundings, for this blooded box skips beats as a child to playground games, panic attack hysteria!!

Visionary genre, mandatory I seek you, where's thine partisan all true, and a well we would make out of our own wishes..
Lamenting stitches...

Exuberant, I want you to cuddle me close, where we shall have a toast of temperament parallel. Our own heaven, our own malleable kinship..

This seeking soo trucelent, where the diagram is bent, I'm bended in with it..
Forget it I say!!!
Why do I keep looking? Didn't mother tell me ( one shall come to you!)
So wise you are mummy dearest....

I cannot goad one to see me for me,
For beauty is bound in the eye of the beholder.../

Xenophilias most beautiful attributes, where countries become as one, wunderkinds where thunder shines, vivid heroes of hot day's sun!
Will-call merchandise traded for disregard, where tags are hung on branches, as newly weds drive old cars! Licensures practice giveaways freely. Are we suckered into believing old wives tales? Lidocaine pick up lines to be accustomed to man to Man life tables!
Lieutenancies so vacantly are closed to high file cases, where concentrated faces smile!!! Young daughters are made for ruin while the cruel oil stays piled!!!
Maturate littlest of seeds, where gokers cook to perfections... Prospire of direction where the arrows pointing down.
Mazarine eyes, a chancer of fairest lies, I miss the caressing of the small talk you lay on me lover!!!!sister,sister are you of your own brother?

Down into the alley
Wherein the fatal and despairing art found

Cheapened wine broken
Syringes decorating the ground...

And the juice from those syringes
Cometh by the pound...

Down on old cherry street
And Jefferson avenue....

Wherein the ******'s shooteth up quick
And fast deals cometh by spit,

In a place of demon's and fools!!!!

Downtown in the juncture of thing's
Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling.....

Many gangs to ruin
Many false lovers to fail.

They taketh life by the gun
Payeth no taxes, but the jail's...

Lost to the world
Wordly indeed ...

Mother's missing her child
25 to life, to sixteen.....

As the cop's art just like those villain's
Doing unnatural thing's.....

Buying bags themselves
Sell it for a profitable dream.....

Everyone's out to **** one
Everyone's out for the take

Whilst the murderer's ****
The paper speaketh of everyday ****...

No country to them,
Their city delight's......

Loud music they implore
On dark summer nights...

Wilt they smile today at thee?
Or greet thou with a ****?

Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections
To give thee a thrill?

This is metropolitan living's
Wherein all doth fail....

Hold thy signs up and protest
Thou just maketh thy own hell....

For if there is no change in thine own heart's
How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart......

So maketh connection to God,
And throw away thy past....

Later wilt cometh
And thy death bed shalt last...

So loveth thy neighbor
Forgiveth thy last...

And look into the mirror in front of thee....

For the mirror is them,
For the mirror is thee that thou seeith...

If thou seeketh change
Thou must find it in thine soul......

The oppressed
By somber cloud lighting chariots
Rolling in
By raindrop form

Hatched from heaven
Hell by storm!!!

Anyone canst be some famous rich man,
Though canst thou be a charitable poor man?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

In her silhouettes lee, I'm unscathed, unslaved,
Sheltered, free; tis she's mine sea, who guideth
me. Lief i'll cradle her, protectively, lief i'll be
the breath she breathes, lief O' lief; serenity.

ii.

In her presence I shalt bathe in her scintillating
albedineity, plenty O' plenty, shalt be in ourn
Cup; risen enduring creation's, just ourn love
Is enough, verily, verily, accumulating puff's.

iii.

Puff's of the holiness, surrounding ourn locus,
famigerating through the valley's; wherein we
Giveth epistle's for men's focus, that charity,
Forgiveness, and untainted Agápe, mayest be
a missive; for all humankind to copy.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome Poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication

Grass was her fancy
She said she never smoked "ciggs"
Yet with that little bit of grass in her

Marlboro menthol
Was always there to chase the grass...

Why doth thou oh man make a queen into an animal?
Change thy channel, for your watching the wrong one!!!!
Treat her as dumbed,
Yet thou own self is dissolutioned!!
Mass confusion!!!
Why doth thou oh man turn thy children into maggots?
Trying to boost thy status?

In the World you've created!!
No denatement needed!!!!

Get on the bandwagon of tenderness and amouressness!!!!

Oh preoccupied dunce!!!

Forgeteth thy need and thine wants,



For they do have theirs to Didst thou know?

Humid nights
Of barren trim
Two lovers drenched In rain

Pushing against the sinful whim
Blossoming from worldly pain

Sick of all the worldly lies
Easiest way is suicide
Take the smoke
Feeleth the ride
Dig the dirt
Hide and hide

Cheap talks cheap
And cheap is talk
Whilst falsehoods truly sold and bought

Real ones cometh
Real ones naught
Drowned and down
Into the ground!!!

I tried the whole "living thing"
But death was to good.

So I cheated on life
With death.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I hadst to let go of mi amare
She didst not belongeth to me
As I must admit...  

She cheated on me with her orbed crescent......

Whilst everyone leaveth her
By herself and alone...

I shalt not walketh away
For she is mine home...

And without that abode
I haveth no foundation,

For amour' is made by spirit.
Not human translation!!!

As the translating hast been hidden
From mankind...

Yet we art not them
Not thy own kind....

We were sent here
To teacheth thee grace....

The world we've become disgusted to,
As thou hath killed thine own race...

Yet with her I am im in place
Smiling she maketh me daily....

I couldst never walketh away
From mine cheribum baby!!!!


                           ©brandon nagley-
                           ©lonesome poets poetry

As a blanket
Her hair swaddle's me;
As the universe serape's
The pinlight's of God.


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