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 Dec 2015
irinia
"Here comes the shame."

don't bury me inside your distorted womb
don't leave me outside
to watch the ebb and flood of it
they've stolen everything for me
I was there first, your womb is mine
I dare face the sludgy mornings as you like it
I'm on this vigil: seize the women-wombs
maybe some day I'll be able to honestly
forgive my grunge fists
push, smash, kick the terrible fortress
each of them: you've expunged me
I had to **** the dawn for me
to keep you alive
keep smiling obliterating
the fresh growling
keep myself busy with fear
for you to have clean sheets
in the long winter nights
I'll take it down on you:
look at these secret men

what I cannot feel doesn't exist
they don't exist when I frown my lips
your fat womb doesn't exist
when I grind my teeth

only her can send you under
way behind you
naked

"Daddy! Look at me! Grrr!"
I'll get even
look at them:
unrecognized cocoon-women

only them can pull you under
far behind the level of the seed
 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2014

An old poem from a former site.
I needed to do some concrete to take
my mind off of things
 Dec 2015
Earl Jane


My love will always,
Be with you my dear soulmate,
All the time my king,
Forever, it's infinite,
My all revolves around you.


I know we have fears,
Fears of losing each other,
Though in fact no one's leaving,
And it's normal my darling,

'Cause we're in realms of TRUE LOVE.


No matter how long,
Oh, my loyalty won't fade,
I will just be here,
Patiently waiting for you,
For God is blessing this love.


I only want you,
I only need you, Brandon,
My love's forever,
I'll risk all just to keep you,
I'll protect you my dear king.


Remember my love,
That I will never give up,
Even with trials,
I will stand firm and fight hard,
I'll do whatever it takes.


'Cause I truly love you so eminently,
And I'll demonstrate you my love endlessly.




with love <3


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon <3 <3

I love you so much brandon,,, i am trying my hardest for you,, and no matter how long, i will wait for you,, i love you alone,, i only want you, i only need you,, the only man i want to spend my forever with, i love you so much!! me most!!
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Two entities, henceforth defying gravity, afloat insanity; we art passed that point. We art crazed, a duo insane, madly in love to the brimful. We art unknown to the world, extramundane pearl's, connecting to maketh the same link.

ii.

Roses yellow, aloft the meadow's, on one knee I bow, to taketh a ring, sunshine gleam; to slip onto her finger, whilst choir's sing loud.

iii.

Into her iris, I swirleth around, I sink into comfort, her pupil's art made of mystical realm's. A kingdom of Jane, wherein mine heart Pound's, because her beauty is woven into mine soul and back out.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
The gushing
wind has slept
upon your
extended dreamy  
eyelashes
Playing with
my heart
blowing
away gently
each wakeful
glittery star dust
for the artfelt
sensation  *
of seeing  * *
them snow * *

and land   * *  
softly upon * *
your sweet *

swell cherry *

full mouth *
*
u t t e r l y * *

d e l i c i o us *

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~~
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Galileo couldst not even seeith
The heaven that lieth
Inside queen Jane;

Einstein couldst not even dreameth
The beauty
Inside of her brain;

Edwin Hubble lived inside
Of a bubble, being blinded
From her view;

Stephen hawking, forget thine
Scientific talking; mine empress
Is from God, a divine muse.

Isaac Newton, recalculate thine
Mathematic's; mine amour' is not a number,
Awakest from slumber, sweet Jane is aromatic.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
 Dec 2015
Solaces
I paint a single wing on your back.
You are my broken angel .
My sad light from above.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
Another prayer left unsaid.
I'm made of shadow and shine.
A warrior of both dusk and dawn.

I paint a single sword on your back.
Fallen demon knight from below the abyss.
Lonely shadow tears turn to pale light.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
An empty worship of lies.
I'm made of shade and glow.
A warrior of both sun and moon.
From the shade cast by my light.
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Man hast sought, and wilt seeketh,
Supernal treasure's until the
End of their day's;

I hath found the jewel
They seeketh; not wrought
By men's hand's, nor stored in some cave.

She's mine, all mine
So beast's goeth away;
She's mine, O' mine
rapturous hooray!!!



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
 Nov 2015
Esther
Taken from his tender lips;
A sonnet from his ancestor-
Clouding up the dim air,
With warm wisps of internal fire.
And he bequeath his last breath,
To the death inside the pyre-
That warm stew that brews within myself;
A testimony of joined desire.
Unravelling his soul from skin-
Heart hung on fleshy strings;
He beams with last repose,
And passes away beside his black rose.
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
erstwhile means aforetime also means - before or in the past.
Cumuli means many clouds...
Wherein means - in which...
A minstrel is-
a medieval singer or musician, especially one who sang or recited lyric or heroic poetry to a musical accompaniment for the nobility.
( except we aren't singing for no nobility. Me and her love is nobility. We don't need to sing for nobility lol..
conglomerate means- distinct mixture of things ..... All distinct and different from another yet all together at same time other words..
 Nov 2015
Queenie Florentino
My life is filled with plot-holes.  
But these made me whole.

**-qyf
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