I choose one man hath not marked, a
Prolific being in attire,
A woman of fire and dying spirit,
As me I request!!!

No stricture must I needeth,
Just one that speaketh of ages own wisdom,
A memorandum in finer detail!
Imprisoned in daisies and ale!!!!

A conundrum prize I want to unravel,
As she figures out mine best parts,
Ourn surgeon's to place our hearts,
Side by side in sterile concentration!!!

Nothing disinterested, just mavericks of axiom lax,
Where are bones make maps to lead us to the undiscovered!!!
A father to make a mother,
With child doest I seek!!!

For can I only speak?
For me that is...

Hopeless romantic art thou dead?
To the world's devilish charm,
For you've been tractable Soo far,
Yet nothing's changed!!!

Break mine chains,
Fecund capricious,
I'll accolade thy nitches,
As a seal of promise would I splendor!!!

I do not wanteth one to brook me,
But to shake me to this lowly downed core,
To feel her in every pour,
As erudites we shall shape shift!!!!

Evanescent I've found is reality!!!!

Maneurisms of one I seek so enticingly,
Shy one please,
Show me thine cold chill,
Gusto pills shall you make you jump to virtues karma!!!
Inventorama!!!
Clink your tired ankles where mine do rest,
For does no mean yes in this world they call planet?
Abandonment!!!!
That I don't need,
Just two troths to one sneeze,
In a magazine we shall be posted!

Machinations are many beneathe thy roof,
Plateaus are made as booths, as false prophets speak slick game!!
Magnate untamed...

I want to manifest as ourn own coffee,
Lover not heard,
To match ourn own herbs,
And tea clixings we shall pile,
Manifesto child!!!!

A symphony I want our voices to reach,
Where on thine own beach we shall make love,
The most holiest of timings!!!

For art thou not a hopeless romantic to see the new days dawn?
For I hate watching alone.....

These marbels tirely close,
Breathe slips into dark manner Soothings,
               A cartoon like image displays itself,
I see mine own body rise high where lonlies go!!!

A play or a show?
I ask the glowed one next to me,

I hear his whisper say,
Here friend,
Theirs none more need to lonely,

For we've been waiting for thou!

I want to giveth one mine soul,
                                                       Yet the world is void in spirit!!!/

See,
In this place I call a home,
There's woods to surround with fences!
Theirs a park next door with benches,

Where the joggees love to sit!!!

They run past you,
Gadgit in hand,
Filled with spit,
Their clueless to ending times!!

Cops patheth by,
They see a criminal,
A hippy,
A free spirit wandering to their distaste,
A slap in the face to any color alike!!!!

Back to the bikes,

They ride and bleed,
They run in fear,
Thinking,
They want to escape this little town as me,
Infested by ***** deed,
They sit at main streets bar!!!

With hearts enlarged,
Dying for one ****!
Dying in filth_
Corrupted by muck!

They wear high school tee-shirts?
Still child are they?
Wear their pride of their ******,
Rich by mother and daddies stay!!!

Blasphemers to god,
Dejected by men!
Haters of kin,
As thy neighbors are nosy!!!

Classless, and showy!!!

An ice cream shop for all old like to gather,
A casino to smother your greedy dollar in thine machine!!

Slot addictions..
No restrictions to their penny pinching control,

Giveth all to thine council,
Vote a mayor for pound trolls,

See this town can make one mad!!!
A never ending nightmare
Of thine good and thy bad!!!

She loads pockets with cheapened Walmart goods,
Her words misunderstood,
As she babbles on strong drink!

Puke in her sink,
Yes that's a daily thing!!

Wrapped in thine sling young one of cheaply treasures?
For thy worse could be better,
If you wrote  down all your thoughts!!!
For thy love cannot be bought,
But dropped in fukashima form!!!

Thief in store..

Though I have robbed too,
For I am like you,
When the rain comes tumbling down...

Men, when thineself findeth a woman, treat her as a queen,
Not a memory on paper,
Not a material,

See her inside wherein the treasure of god is stored up,
For her inside is a bible amongst the heavens,
Listeneth to her_
Lavish her,
Giveth comfort when she's wearied!!

And queens,
Dost thou heareth me!?

Treat your men as kings,
Waddle him with thy love , not things!!!!!!
For a man cannot be bought by fast food,
If so,
The wrong man he is for thee to.

Connect souls to one another,
Yes thou men and thy women,
Make everyday a thanksgiving,

For thy love was endowed by thy creator!!!!!!


As for me,  and mine love
I remind her daily
She is a queen and best friend and mi amour to me.
Because I don't taketh mine days for granite none more....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

In day she goes by her real name,
At night alls untamed,
Unmanaged,
Unsellable.

High to vegetative state..

Her stage she cannot be late,
Though not by choice doth she choose,
Born to win,
Dying to sin in a room of sparkled lights,
An lapdancing tools!!!!

These men await as demons to their devil,
They sit with *** in hand and puddles,
Of ***** smelling zippers..

***** things grow bigger!!!

Shh,
I cannot speak of such things,
Their madmen just for a fling,
As thine wives wait back at palace!!
Disguistingness impassionate!

Shes always thinking for her night to end,
As the lusters throw out ones!!!
They creep and and they shun,
Non containment there!

****** fluids shall they do dare,
Than the night goes silent death,

Upon her breathe,
*******,
Secretion daint by stains,
Those crawlers seem to have left her!!!

For theirs a church around thine corner,

She quits,
And repents Soo quickingly...

I wake each day,
not to say,
"try to be happy"

but

I wake each day,
to say,
"try to be less sad?"

and being less sad,
includes,
less steep drops,
on sad days,
when trying to be happy,

and trying to be happy,
consists of less advanced,
but a constant setback.
every sad day,

I just try to find the one good thing,
and think about that,
rather then,
all the bad things,
eating at me all day long.

You giveth a thirteen year old a gun oh uncle Sam?
Detached and ******,
Doth thine self feel not shamed?
You gave him bullets as buddies,
Letters for mummy,
As its obvious he won't respond!!!!

But the thirteen year old is odd among the other lads,

He lays down his weapon,
And helps his fellow enemy!!!!
Defying uncle Sam!!!

Now wouldn't the world be a better place,
If we all loved our enemies?

And the best part of this all is,
The soldiers saw what that little one had done,
Moved fiercely!!!!

They layed down their killing sticks as well,
And helped up thy fellow brother!!!

I loved him
because I couldn't love myself,

I loved him
because he was showing me how to love me,

I loved him,
because he knew the me no one else could see,

I loved him
because he saw me, for me, and no one else's reflection

I loved him
because he pulled me out into the sunshine I was missing out on,

I loved him
because he watches me recover and helps me get though,

I loved him
because he remembered my eyes were brown and not blue,

I loved him
because his hair was the long hair I didn't have,

I loved him
because I played with the hair while I sobbed on his shoulders,

I loved him
because I cried and he comforted me, when I upset him and me,

I loved him
because he never got angry with me

I loved him
because he never threatened me for ****** needs,

I loved him
because he took things at my pace,

I loved him,
because he never raised his open or closed hand,

I love him,
because I feel safe.