I'll ride her hair strand's to be the cosmic waves,

                                           As her eye's as stars will light mine way!!!

Ludicrously,
I seeketh ones boutique
To put me on mine knees
And beg for satisfactory mercy

Endlessly,
I'm tired
I seeketh desire
Palm shadows dire
In ourn arms I seeketh an artista!

Perilously,
I want to end up in her books
Be her diary loving's of memories
Yet not forgotten!!

Severely,
This vessel's pained
I needeth her gain
A and her liquid to give me fullness

A mirage is all I see!!!

i.

Daily do I dieth
Daily do I;
I do.

ii.

Daily do I dieth
Daily for me;
Daily for thou to.

iii.

Daily tis I dieth
When I canst only speaketh with thee but for a moment;
Daily do I dieth without thee mine muse.




Brandon nagley
Lonesome poets poetry
Earl Jane Nagley Dedication ( Filipino Rose)

His face shines as the sun,
The moon reflects his eyes,
His hair white as wool,
3 garments portray this spiritual guru.....
His love flows in and out of you, twain to yours....

God, overtakes your darkest of fears....

Draw near!

Couplets
Open for this spiteful world to seeith
Realities are all here
No dreams
All realists!!!

Doth thou wear diamonds to illuminate thy  inner beauty?
Or doth those men not see thou inside?

Timeless bride,
For as me doth thou search.???

On thine porch!
Or tucked silently in bed?
Where thy hairs being shed, by all thy demons that haunt you!

They mock thou and taunt thou,
As thou art of  of foreign descent!
Didst thou not pay thy rent?

Late once again!!!

Lover of odd things,
Sinner of friends,
Though thou stands appealed to all!!!

Art thou as me typing words that make no sense,
Where thine soul is torn, ripped and bent to the monstrous envoice they have made you!!
For Didst they shape you to a mold thou can't unsculpt?

I want that tasty malt!!!

One to sucker these dry parched lips,
Where we can be amyss the fakes and phonies who strought us!
Them and thus,
What a drabbiling deception they can leave..

Plushful centered trees to glorify us innardly,
Our masterpiece hung on decorative statue,
Kiss thine and compass you with thy blood to make our barrier,
Designed by god,

We shall not be disparate mine queen,

Do not dissipate,
For I'd faint if that's to occur!!!

Pull me in, lure!!
With your explicit image,
A pilgrimage of us thy holy!!!

Take me,
Moan me,

In outter conscience for ourn own sake!!!

Sorry if I seem a little loquacious unseen one,
For I am uniform in finding such a coalescence!!!!!

Acariasis
Crawls me due to this homeless feeling,
I seeketh flight, delight and meaning
To bench me and lay me down!

Acanaceous
Cuts polish me uninvitingly,
A blow of snot to every breeze
A town with no mi amour'!

Abundance
Where light meets the center road,
Two chalice's to meet one soul
An overspilling of madpoet syndrome!

Acatalectic,
An allowance from god to man,
A show of pictures and words with hands
A reality I seeketh,

Not a myth!!!

I saw mineself crashing roaringly through the stardust of this sphere,
            That's when I knew I wasn't of this earth some will say,
No, not a fallen angel,
Though ive done many wrong doings!!!!

Just a soulful time traveler who descended to the wrong rock!!!!!

Now I'm just waiting to hitch mine ride back home!!!!

(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....

Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?

Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!

Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!

Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......

indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?

cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!

tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!

Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........

Romantics thou sayest thou art oh men?
Well
Why canst thou post poems for thy love
Every five seconds as I?

Maby I'm just the crazy one here
Hahahahaha!!!

A form not clayed into disgraceful mans creation,
But stewed from the ashy depths of nothern lake Erie!

Its a crime to wanna find love anymore,
                        Because if you do find it, you get your heart broken into,ripped out!!!
Stolen.....

And you plead the 5th...

A crisp,
A crasp,
A lisp,
At last!
We ride in parallel order,
Eyes blindfolded and doused,
Tied to the bed,
Moved to the couch,
A stream of feminine secretion!!!
Western and eastern nutrition's,
Two separate juices made high dollar wine!!!!
A show divine!!

Abater, wherein art thou?
Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's?
Stuck in a cloud?

Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now;
For the pearlied gate's.

Proliferation'***** mine glut
None staying behind;
No if's, and's, or what's.

Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst
Guile liar's;
Of unholiness.

Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in the finesse of foment dream's;
Daunting foresight, dearth belief
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!

Abstinent, they locketh their beak's
Their two people by nature, masked freaks;
Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete
They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun.

Biographer's, of their own self
Don't careth, for noone else;
Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell..

We fall
We fell

In their devour....... .



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Abater where art thou?
Hung in gallows?
Stuck on cloud?

Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now
For the pearlied gate's,
Profliations hit mine glut
No staying behind
If, and's or what's......

Grandiose word's from others, to much said
Guile betrayer's
Of unholiness!!!!!!

Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in finesse of torment dreams
Daunting foresight, dearth belief's
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!!!

Abstinent they locketh their beak's
Two people in their bipolar nature, masked freaks,
Giveth thee evidence of non-concrete
They shuffle their feet for defaming fun!!!!

Biographer's of their own self
Don't care for noone else,
Trap us in a limbo hell
Wherein croon's art pains, pain is swell

We fall
We fell........

In their devour!!!!!!!

(Cross heavy) Old found poetry by meself...A cross to bear, nails to tear thick through. Canst thou shovel thine own grave? Gravedigger art thou payed yet for thy expenses? No message's coming on in. Just burdenful sins to cut the blue made veins, where the bloodiest of stains grapple no completing. The dogs are teething as babies to the ****. ******* stay stuck in the devils inventions, none to know or mention what society seems to fail. Do we prevail? or get conquered to lost woe fears? Holy spirit shalt thou come near to be thy carriage i lay this carrion body? Claireaudience has found me barraged in darkest of flagrant sadness. Such madness have i been born into, or was the madness thrived in me? No locks nor keys to pass, Limbos fated match, Chimera's live hatched where no love has been given.......

Some mute their ear's
Whilst other's bludgeon their eyes
The crowd's own suicide....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.

Dibble bubble bubble
Written on shitely mearce
A stake to plunder crunch
Of politician Pierce
Colligan
To hollagans
Collagen appeal
Maketh dartboards out of heart boards
Wherein innocence tis real
Foughty daughty submarines
Climbs to ****** coarse
Follitine
Dreamers
Plot success Morse
Coffee beans
To livered spleens
Pains to shock the trike
Childress of a virtue
Seaps of anothers life
Trigulues
And bedulues
Smiling at the air
Drommatice
And romisis
Promises don't care
Foughty immense Brice
Pickled to shickled biles
***** of settle keaster ways
A blighty for the smile
Libertinth
And minants tint
Flight to bagbird heads
Crucifixed pixies
Twilight up ahead!!!

(Old fellow)
Hey there young one
(Me)
Yes good sir?
(Old fellow)- Doth thou haveth change for a twenty?

(Me)- no sir, didst thou not hear?
Thy dollar systems crumbled,
Thy government failed thy people,
Alls lost and mumbled!!!

As at that exact moment,

The old man realized it was the beast who had him all along!!!

As his twenty went up in flames!!!

Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Crystaline butterfly
Giveth me a ride upon thy opiatic pinion's
For ournselves to be minion's
Of one another's obeisant homage!!!!

                                 As a castleview of god
                   We shalt swoon in primordial moonlight!!!

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line!!!!

When mine Queen's tear's cometh down
I feeleth the rain, pouring from the cloud's;
When mine queen seeketh not to be alive
Mine soul sink's, drown's as I die.


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

On cloud nine
Tis mine queen divine;
Tis cloud mine, angelic cumulus.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Queen earl Jane dedication

Burn me with thy eyelids
Impale me with thy soul
Show me different kingdoms
Were past life lovers old

A circuit to lie upon thy extremity
A salute of ourn own flag
Blowing to ourn entities
Wrapped tight in cellophane bag

A shrine and a vestry
Wherein well make ourn abode
Ourn manor ran by children
For we'll have two or three at most

You'll be the loyal procreator
I'll be thy homage sire
Memoir's of ourn reverance
Lit to antediluvian mire

i.

Buoyant, as bubbly toddler's, giggly as drunkard's on a midnight
Swoon. Though sober, ourn limb's limber, high as we osculate;
Her countenance is seductive, her saliva reproductive, none to crosseth ourn citadel; a playground carousel, ourn kid's to relate.

ii.

O' crème de la crème, the kalinaw that thou hast brought
The solace that I hath sought, awaiteth in thine intellect of light;
Beyond the grave's of death and fright, on a train, or just one
Flight, I shalt meeteth thee mine amare, between the bijou veil.

iii.

In novel's, In tale's, on bookshelves, in robust detail, when the fall
Arriveth, and the winter enter's, when Hades breaketh loose;
As the universe loses it's center, and the Cosmos goes to blood, as the planetoid's faileth, a letter in the mail, mine heart sail's.

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

Corrupted!!!!!
                      
                           They've practiced filth,

And hast forgotten romance!!!

                           For they've made lust their God,

And romance their slave!!!

The world was CURSED!!!!
By BIRTH!!

In a commanding voice
She yelleth (thou canst not leaveth me)!!!!!!
( thou art under mine spell) she said
I replied,
Thou art right mi amour',
For thee I'm thy own,
And thy own only..!!
And tis this is no curse.  ( I told her)
It's a wonderful godly blessing....



And by the way
PS: amour'

If this is a curse
I love being CURSED by thee...

The one in lull
In the cusp of the room
The shy
Quiet one
He's the one
Who has all the answers!!!

The world
Is being held up
By strings,
If only they kneweth
The strings couldst be cut
At any moment

And trust me
They shalt be cut soon!

What miserable circumstances these are I must say,
All seriousness awaits every young mind,
Dust turns to dirt,
And thy dirt turns to slime!!!

Lying in the state of orient,
Thine place of buckeye hatched ****'s!!!
Thine place where flies stay nutritious,
And gamblers turn to yahzee!!!

Turnaround,
For pickaways thy decadent view,
Just as Shawshank there's no escape,
Just white t-shirts ,
Straps replace laces and mindrapists of me and you!!!

Such colorful words used in a slander!!!

Falcons to replace birds,
Snake's here to smell out every tasteful salamander!!

No dancers,
No lovers,
No swings,
No palliation!!!

No invitations to weddings,
No wedded rings!!!!

Constitutional rights,
Forgeteth them thou reader of ohian laws,
Thy bloodcells extend,
Muscles bend to flex thy own callibur to thine jaw!!!!

Miracles of dark and lighted angels appear in sequences,
No recommendations,
Just case workers to fill bus help stations!!!

Proverbs to psalms will open to eyes that have not yet seen,
Where pearlied gates are out on display,
No movie theaters,
No freak like scenes!!!

All reality, no aura in the Catacomb of unknown kilter!!!

Pacification leads me successfully with a peace of minds own capture,
Prevailing to Sentiment,
To Amour ever after!!!!!

i

Afore there was an astrobleme, deep within me
Though now an astral queen, serenadeth gleamed;
Canorous and splendorous, her cantillate I repeat
I mimic her dancing step's, jumping on mine feet.

ii

She's sad when the past awakens, crying dreading tear's
Though tis what she don't knoweth, her king is all right here;
And through the year's, the catoptromancy shalt tell it's fortune
Chiliad timespan, her body to be mine land, water flow sourcing.

iii

I wilt constellate all her worries, and collect them on mine head
Her Burden's I shalt maketh as mine, and taketh all her's instead;
And the cyanic water's shalt we swim through, sail to the glass
The brokenness shalt leaveth her, as no time exist's, nor our past.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん

ι.

Pυlcнrιтυde oғ lυмιneѕcence,
Cнarм oғ тнe eaѕт; darlιng oғ
Tнe Candeѕcenт, тнy нearт'ѕ
Mapped, wιтн υnιqυe ѕтreeт'ѕ.

ιι.

Organιc Angel, ιnnocenт
Serapн; нarpιng wιтн god,
Wιтн тнe rod oғ cнerυв'ѕ.

ιιι.

I ѕpy ιnтo paradιѕe,
Wιтн тнee on мιne
Sιde; I'м cloѕer тo нeaven,
Wнen I ғall ιn тнιne eye'ѕ.

ιv.

Tнιne ѕιgнт ιѕ a vιѕιon,
Glιмpѕιng ιnтo тнe new;
Seeιng мιneѕelғ, ιnѕιde oғ
Me, ιnѕιde oғ тнoυ тo.

v.

Zιon ιѕ reвorn,
Broυgнт ιnтo
Tнe new; мιne
Loѕт Aѕιan pearl,
Oғ rapтυroυѕ вlυe.



©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeтѕ poeтry
©Earl jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( ғιlιpιno roѕe)

People don't realize
For every human being born
Theirs a demon being birthed
And misery to be their scorn!!!

i.

Mine admiration for her
Daily doth beam;
Hour's passeth by, with meteor shower's aloft the Sky's
I'll awaiteth a million year's for mine queen.

ii.

In mine sleep, betwixt mine dream's
No ado shalt get in between, none evil, nor fiend's;
Laughter and light, in struck night's, angel polite
Amour in flight, wherein all is right, crystal gleamed.

iii.

I'll dye the scene, a daffodil coloration
I'll be here mine sweet, I'm not leaving, I'm patient;
On other planet's, or nation's, wherever I shalt be
I promise mine lass, mine half, I'll be waiting for thee.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

Day by day
I feeleth less decay
Because of mine love
Because mi amour',

Night by night
Mine heart only enlarges
Im madly for her
Her love to me is priceless

Second by second
Hour by hour
Mine amare for her groweth
As if a budding flower.....

Year after year I waited for mine queen
Past life lovers, meeting once again.
And she feeleth as the beast, though I'm really that beast...
She is the beauty, the reina of mine angelic feast...

And as she goes through tough times
I shalt be her sweet,
When she muddies her toe's in mistakes
I shalt wipeth with oil and myrrh upon her feet....

And on her forehead I shalt kiss her
And leave mine saliva peck,
Mine love to be left as traces
From mine kisses upon her neck....

And when the evil creepeth in her life
I shalt taketh her Downfall's and maketh her mine wife,
In dying days and living and good bad and right
I shalt maketh her anew, and maketh her wings taketh flight....

I shalt mail her heartfelt word's
By mine poetic hand,
They shalt arrive at her door
By speedfast demand....

And when she read's mine soul on paper
She shalt knoweth how I feel,
For this I've been waiting for her
I shalt maketh all of her dream's real...


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©Elsa Angelica dedication

How is it i die daily? Not a bad dying experience. . . . . .Just daily, in deaths dark and lonesome tunnel. . . . . .this all powerful commandment of god and holy reina angel cometh to greet me at the end, where theres a pinpoint of light. And god fashioned this reina in spanish attire for the night. . . Tis i get excite daily. . .because i knoweth tis mine reina spanish angel. . . .wilt always protect me. . . .she goeth by the seraphim name. . ..(Elsa Angelica) moonstruck queen. . . .

Melancholy heartache
Hits the sweetest of people
Whilst the people who art the sweetest tried giving their all
Tis
They were only forgotten in the whole process.....

Some devils dance by ritual
Others dance to curse...

I danced whilst in the womb
Free at birth...

Dancing in the peaceful shade
Of eternal life;
The vitality resides inside the soul
The home I calleth mine wife.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry

You ever notice?
The ancient tree's that is...
How that whence the wind does hit their leaves,
They all dance in parallel manner..

For man has much to learn..!!!

The shaman entranced,
Dances around me with his high minded spirits,
                                 Feathers in hand!!!
He stops,
And screams !!!!!!!

Mine land,
Thou art killing mine land!!!
Mine people,
Thou art killing mine people!!

Thy own,
Thyself,

You've lost!!!!!!

Canst thou not remember from whence thou came ?

At that moment after the shamans screaming cry,
                                       I entranced right along with him!!!

O' darkly death
I seeith thou off in the distance;
Thou canst hideth
From me mine love.


©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Prophecy of death........

Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss.
O' to her abode; I wish.

In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time.

Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces.
Holy being's, with an undying
Age.

Sage wilt rise in secret places,
Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted.
Glory, glory, none more waiting
Stations, I'll await with patience;
As with patience
Only good
Thing's
Come.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)

I miss mine darling already
Tis
Only been five minutes,
Craziness?
Tis
Indeed
Amour' of seed
Growing daily
Day seven
I've been through hell
She taketh me to heaven!!!

Tis
Day nine
As god had spoken to me in clear crystal view
He showeth me her
And said
Let there be light!!!!

Tis I was not afraid
Tis
There was no more night!

Day nine
I feel divine
Please do not go away
Spanish amour' of mine!!!!!

Tis
She's a daydream
Of all ice cream's,
A nicely
Inviting.
Tis
She's sugary and wondering
From whence land didst she cometh from?

I think the land of Eden!!!

Sometimes,
When we cometh
Us angels afterward's must goeth.....
And though we seeketh not to leaveth...

It's only for those humans
To open up and believeth....