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 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
All is lost,
Well than again
Nahh
All is lost!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
When one tells another of their needs wants wishes and yearnings,
Well
All I canst say is..  

The other person better listen
Or it shalt be far to late...
As it already is for others!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Maby I'll go to India
Wherein the people weareth bindis
May take a flight to Greece
Wherein mine kin wilt wait for me
Maby to France
Wherein real love shalt be seen openly
Maby to Africa
Wherein the wild men hunt so focusedly
Maby in to Egypt
Wherein the temples taketh away thy breathe
Maby the tombs of Ireland to bury mineself in for Ive given mine best..
Maby to Scotland
To see ourn countries William Wallace
Maby to England
Sip from ancient chalice
Maby to rome
To see a church by man that's been corrupted
Maby to Canada
Wherein natural beauty beats the odds
Maby to heaven
Wherein I shalt meet God
Maby to Jamaica
To sip fine ***
Maby to asia
To see the tribals dance so fun
Maby to Spain
Though just to see her shores
Maby again to the USA
For the mountains and storms
Maby the white house
To get the president out
Maby to congress
To showeth them mine doubt
Maby to capitol hill
To tear down their walls
Maby to others houses
To tell them of love
Maby to an athiest
To show them a high being
Maby to the opera
Wherein I can spill mine pain out openly and sing
Maby to Colorado
Mine brother lives there
Maby to Florida
Mine other brothers lair
Maby to California
For I am a sixties child
Maby to nowhere
Mine minds gone wild
Maby all places
Maby to space
Maby to thy moon
To hide this hurt face
Maby to the cosmos
Even a black hole
So I canst jump on in
To be remembered no more
Noone would even know!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
I kneweth a magical man
Only others wanted to know him
But who he wanted to know him
Kneweth him not!!!

He wrote this one
Who he wanted
To know him daily
Letters by the pounds!

His sorrows
He put in with blood
Sealed her letters
Of love
As he knew
A new tomorrow wouldst not exist

Because he Gaveth his all
Got nothing in return
She stayed her ways
His heart didst burn
Showed her openly
To this God forsaken world

Yet whilst in this all
She didint even notice!!!

He left hopeless

Left his last love letter
Upon her steps
Walked away in loneliness
As God saw the whole thing
Knowing the women hath messed up

So the unnatural fellow
Left all his love whilst the world could see
Yet the one he wanted to notice
She couldn't satisfy his needs

As broken and emptied he was

He saw all truth in a stratus
In a quick flash second!!

He was sick of her not showing him what he needed
He just hast had it!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
He stood
On the edge
Of raven claw cliff
Jump
Not jump
Give up
Giveth in
Give up
Giveth in

No!!!
He jumped
Gaveth up!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Everyone asked him
Why didst he numb out
Well I can telleth thou one thing,
If affections others wouldst hast shown him
There would be no more numbing dullness!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Sleep
In dream land
Where things may be dreams
But also reality as well

Best of both worlds!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Primavera español, defensor de la luna y los árboles, me da respiro, déjame sentir esa tierna brisa !!! ya que sólo es ¿puedes tú que me da la vida !!!    ( Spanish tongue)

(English tongue)

Spanish spring, advocate of the moon and trees, give me breathe, let me feel that tender breeze!!! as only it is thou that canst giveth me life!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Ecru golden skin
Voice of beige thou entice
Sweet aroma of Spanish spice
Kitten to mine handlap
Queen of all so right!!!
 Jun 2015
Corset
The evening sipped
Its golden bright,
as the sun spilled
it's yellow stomach
spoke in streams
of babbled havoc.
Slinging a silvery palm
along the slender hip
of wanton youth in
wishful grip.

O' to be young,
to be young
without the cares
of the infirm full,
of knar's and knot
like the desires of an
old oak tree.

To touch,
the velvet rose light
of the beauty
in her skin,
lovingly caressed
of wistful eye
and
age of bristle.
" "Bather with long hair" a painting by Renoir  "
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