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 Sep 2015
A Lopez
A mother's gift

Her daughter's

smile.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

In sheol, I lifted mine view atop me; wherein the cave was a dreary scene, fixture's and antique beam's screamed of the hopelessness in this sump.

ii.

A preternatural shimmer, bursted this chthonic picture; the demon's betwixt me and her hunched. Her brigandine of Filipino shine, yoked into mine synapse.

iii.

Mine carrion shook, into the nook's, she slipped me through sheol's crack's. The earth above, I was taken up to, seeing all, I felt a calm, from this seraphim of tribal awe.

iv.

She saidst " Brandon ive come, to giveth thee mine protection " I felt a rush of her touch; direct ressurection. I healed instantaneously, as mine soul finally found it's other half.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
 Sep 2015
A Lopez
Childish he acted
When I showed him my terror
The terror he gave me
The beast, and player.
I died in footsteps
Quietly I crept
Mouth bludgeoned by his fists
And his false precept.
Picked myself up
In the cool of blank stare,
He rattled me again
The new scars from past:
couldn't compare.
How he dare?
I questioned his sanity
Though knew a demon took him long ago
It was his hand who made him be.
Though forgiveness was key
The best to overcome that mirage
Safety wasn't far away,
I skidded out by car
From the garage.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

An engineer of amour
Artificer of fine craft;
Abundant in moral class.

ii.

Alongside her
Astral hierarchy;
Tis, she's mine monarchy.

iii.

Fain, I taketh her cape
Made of foreign swathe;
Mixed with Filipino grape's.

iv.

Not slave's
Unrestricted with eachother;
Messenger's to thy planet, created under the milky way's feather.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Fain in old tongue means willingly.... If you wondered (:::
 Sep 2015
Realeboga M
"Forever?" she whispered.

I closed my eyes and held the bridge of my nose.
I sighed, "I don't believe in forever"

She gasped, 
"You don't?", her eyes became watery

"The concept of forever scares me, The idea of looking deep into your eyes and prophesying forever only for it to not be forever", I cleared my throat.
"I don't want put us both in an emotional disaster, I'm not about building ourselves only to be the main destruction of this utopia"
"I love you in a way that I have never loved anyone, you're my first"
"My first kiss, my first spark, my first intensified butterflies, my first everything, I can't let a promise of forever get in the way of that, I won't and I'm sorry but I can't promise you a forever, I love you too much to sell each other dreams" I sigh

"I lost my best friends to a forever, The first one committed suicide and I don't know what happened to Rhea, she's closed off, she's gone, she's all ****** up and here I am recovering from the worst kind of pain because I found you", I sniffed, clearing my throat to force the silent whimpers down. 

"I'm not ready for a forever", I bowed my head.

"I'm not ready to lose you", I whispered
 Sep 2015
AK Bright
He didn't meet many expectations
With the shell that he wore
Though the people gave nothing
They expected more

He'd stroll into town
With the clothes on his back
And the tools he would need
In an ancient, holey bag

He'd search out those
In need of repair
A leaky roof
Or a broken chair

This man seemed to know something
About every field
He'd smooth bumpy roads
Even doctored wounds 'til they healed

There was never a charge
For the service he rendered
One need only ask
And perhaps remember

If a stranger's in need
And passes your way
Just give him a hand
That's my pay


The more that he helped
The more tradesmen would fuss
This man's stealing the thunder
That belongs to us


So the tradesmen all gathered
And plotted and planned
The weapons they chose
Were not in their hands

They began to spread lies
This is our competitors' ruse
If he keeps freely working
Consider the business we'll lose


They convinced the masses
In spite of all he had done
This enemy among us
Is a dangerous one


So this strange humble servant
Who was mocked in the end
Had no one defend him
Not one single friend

If you'll lend me your ear
I'll return it with truth
The enemy among us
Is me and you
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
Like pop rock's
When she saidst she loveth me;
I jumped out of mine body
As mine pneuma went thither the nebulosity.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Sep 2015
Rainey Birthwright
If I offered you blood,
The screed light of moon,
In tempest night of storm,
As nigh as my faint heart,
Would you pray penances,
Acknowledge new ablutions,
At creed, alter of strands,
Of oceans and seas alight,
Under a moon so struck,
With fires of salted water,
Tears that rain from within
And wrest your old troubles
In the beams on my love,
If I offered you blood?
 Sep 2015
Crooked Youth
Drowning in the ocean baby,
Drowing deep within with you.

I never realised just how blue your eyes were baby,
Until we sank into the blue.

Alone to sleep in dark abyss.
Forever..

Together,
Just Me & You.
 Aug 2015
bones
Is this as good as it gets?   'cause
I'm feeling a little bit tricked,
I'm feeling a little bit foolish like
my dream's had it's pockets picked,
I've been waiting to see
if the hands of Fate
have slipped me a hand
that's not mine,
but it's getting late
and while I've been waiting
she's robbed me of all of my time,
my time,
Fate's robbing me all of the time..
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Her eye's.....

Created as if she was born with eyeliner
As God's hand's brush stroked her with
Natural universal lining upon her face.

Daughter of the creator
Messenger;
To the human race.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
For one kiss
I wouldst die;

For one hug
I wouldst die;

For one touch
I wouldst die;

For one hello
I wouldst die;

For one embrace
I wouldst die;

To seeith her face
I wouldst die;

To take her pain
I wouldst die;

To giveth her love
I wouldst die;

To maketh her laugh
I wouldst die;

To taketh her cut's and glass
I wouldst die;

To maketh her smile
I wouldst die;

To freeith her chain's
I wouldst die;

Again and again
I wouldst die;

For mine earl Jane nagley........

I WOULDST DIE........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
In the otherworldly terra firma
Of misamis occidental;
Awaiteth mine queen, of all dream's
Saccharine earl Jane, Jehovah's oriental.



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