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 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Im made more alive in death
                                      than in living.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
 Aug 2015
Clifford Smith
Dear father in Heaven,
Father I come before you as I am
I come before you as a SINNER
Asking for FORGIVENESS
In the name of JESUS,
As I reach to you father
I ask that you reach out to me
In the name of JESUS,
Father you know all about me
You know all about my troubles
You said you wouldn't put
More on me than I can bare
I know YOUR WORD
Doesn't come back void,
So father I WILL
Lay down my BURDENS
And bring my problems to you
In the name of JESUS,
Father I THANK YOU
For sending your only begotten SON
To die on the CROSS for my MY SINS
And for that I am grateful
And I THANK YOU
In the name of JESUS,
You made me in YOUR IMAGE
And I know the way I have
Been going about isn't
Pleasing IN YOUR SIGHT
But yet you still give me chances
And I THANK YOU
In the name of JESUS,
You are with me even when
I'm not with myself
And I THANK YOU
In the name of JESUS,
You do have my heart
I do want eternal life in Heaven
I do want to walk with you
I do accept you as MY SAVIOR
I am Thankful for your HOLY SPIRIT
I do THANK YOU for my kids
I do THANK YOU for my family
I do THANK YOU for life itself
I do THANK YOU for my love ones
I do THANK YOU for the lovely woman you sent me
Most importantly...
I THANK YOU for YOU
In the name of JESUS,
Father I ask you to
Heal my mind
Heal my heart
Heal my body
Heal my kids and their mothers
Heal my SPIRIT
Heal my SOUL
Heal my SPIRITUAL MIND
Heal my troubled ways
Heal my finances
Heal ALL my love ones
In the name of JESUS,
Father I bless your name
In the name of JESUS,
Father I ask you to
Watch over my kids
Their mother's
And their household's
And keep them safe and protected
And COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD
In the name of JESUS,
Father I ask you to
Watch over my love ones
And their household's
And keep them safe and protected
And COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD
In the name of JESUS,
Father I ask you to
Watch over me and my household
And keep us safe and protected
And COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD
In the name of JESUS,
Father I ask you to
Watch over others
As this world continues to unfold
In the name of JESUS,
Father as I end this prayer
I not only want to THANK YOU
For my good days
I want to also THANK YOU
For the worst days I have had
In the name of JESUS,
Father as I close my eyes
I ask that you watch over me
And that NO WEAPON
Formed against me SHALL PROSPER
In the name of JESUS,
In JESUS name I pray
In the name of
THE FATHER
THE SON
AND of THE HOLY SPIRIT
Amen.
Instead of just saying my prayers,  I figured I'd share my prayers and hope it makes someone else drop to their knees and THANK GOD.
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
O humanity, thou hath made the foul mouth a normalcy to men to talk to their Queen's, to calleth them slave word's, as if these women art unseen.

O humanity, thou telleth mankind that disgust in magazine's is OK, whilst little boy's calleth little girl's *****, and ******, making thine action's to the devil's way.

O humanity, thou selleth guns and bomb's to eachother, worship dollar Bill's with little faces on them that ****, as the green paper's art of greed as so many DIETH for.

O the humanity; thou giveth death by the million's, population control through weather, and war's, thou Selleth blood diamond's, and trade *** to rich men from young girl's.

O humanity, lover's of thineself, don't helpeth noone else, the mall is thine luxury, thy lonesome room is seducing to thee, snorting lines to escape what's to cometh from the sky's.

O mankind, the trumpet's art about to be blown, thou art marrying with other's? And their soul's thou doth not knoweth? Thou giveth charity to nonsense? Yet none to God?

O mankind, none more class, none more slow, everything's fast, driving new age Boxcar's to rusheth to work, to put ten pennies in thy tanks? And thou doth not protest the killing and blood squirt?

O mankind, taketh and receiveth? None giving, noone thou needeth? Thou hath given all the time in the world to thy paperwork, yet none for thy lover's, family, or friend's.

O THE HUMANITY, O THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
This isn't for anyone here just telling truth how mankind has become long ago.. And so many forgot the meaning to our purpose here!!!!! To love forgive and  give charitably expecting nothing back.. Not putting our hands out for taking all... But to give all our souls and lifes for one as God did and does us.. Yet to many are caught up in the world's desires... Yet hopefully they'll see family, lovers, friends, and love period is what life's about!!!! Before to late.... Ps- dont care if this isn't popular I'm not out to win popularity as some think . I'm out to tell you truth
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
The best thing to do
When the soul is in pain
Is to Helpeth another person;
It helpeth the other person
And thyself, at the same time.
Healing not just one, but two people.
Kindness, and charity, a healing elixir.........




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In our times of sorrow and depression I've realized the best way to heal and feel better of ourselves is to help another person because for one its how God wants us to be.. And two I love helping people and it will help and heal them IF and IF only they except the help if they don't we can't do nothing about it... But I just love helping others and it helps me alot and honesty the ones I try to help I wanna be there for because I care so much Maby I care alot but that's just the soul I am...anyways moral of story is just help another soul!!! It helps them and us!!!!!
 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
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this isn't a dress rehearsal folks
I'm sure I'm not the
first one to tell you
we're on

LIVE


don't **** the messanger
I'm just doing my job
like the Blues Brothers
on a mission from God

we're on a massive stage
we all play bit roles
don't care who you are in the world
don't care what you own
don't care what you do
don't care who you know
or where you been
don't care what you think of me

WHY ARE WE HERE?
WHAT'S THE POINT?


life's hard then you die, right?
some people seem to have it easy
they have it all
but really? they put their pants on
one leg at a time like the rest of us
they have their own problems
they have fights with their wives
husbands
children
friends and relatives
they have problems on the job
setbacks
they have to see the toilet
people they love die

nobody gets out alive

so what is the POINT?

do you have a purpose?

how do you fill that HUGE ENORMOUS
MEGALYTHIC
HOLE IN YOUR CHEST?

that the winds of change blow through like a hurricane season
in NEW ORLEANS?

I'm not the first one to tell you
we're in this play, see
it's called LIFE

if we are all bit players
who is the Director?
three guesses and the
first two don't count

what would happen if all
the actors decided to do
whatever they felt like?
right. CHAOS. well.
what do you see all around you???
who's in charge of this fiasco?
guess what?

GOD STILL IS

admit it
some things that happen
defy explanation

He's up there alright
shaking his head
sometimes laughing
sometimes crying
sometimes FURIOUS!

do you think
He's HAPPY RIGHT NOW?

look around. do you think
HE WANTS ALL THIS???

so what does He WANT ANYWAY?


that's an excellent question
what do you think He wants???

LOVE

LOVE FOR EACH OTHER
LOVE FOR HIS PRESENCE
LOVE FOR HIS CREATION

LOVE FOR HIM


is that so difficult?

well. i really actually may be
the first one to tell you this
but it's not only what He wants

it's what He REQUIRES

so you don't want to do
what He requires?
guess what?

you are a bit player
you can be replaced at any time

*EXIT STAGE LEFT
I am talking to
Christian people as well
especially them
what gives you the right to
judge anyone when you go to
Church one day and act the devil
the rest of the time?

REMEMBER HOW
JESUS CHRIST FELT ABOUT

H Y P O C R I T E S ???

That's what you are
and in the end you will
go to the left
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Guess into the tunnel
I shalt dissapear
Tis much better
Then being here....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Dissapearing
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Verily I wilt telleth thee this
The truth doesn't cometh
By looking into the kaleidoscope of life,
Truth cometh when thou knoweth that thou art about to die.....
Then we seeith the whole picture of thing's...
And knowing this truth
That God needeth me home soon
I shalt maketh every last second
A second of love....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
What is a poet?
If he
Or she
Canst not spilleth their soul on a Papyrus?
Or speaketh their soul's poetry in words?
If one poet canst canst not speaketh their poetry in word's
Or write it down on some Papyrus,
Than that's control
And no poet
Ever wanted to be controlled!!!!
It's as if a prophet in the oldened day's
Whence man tried to control the prophets truth from being spoken
Take Moses as an example.
They tried to holdeth back his truth,
And the water's didst turneth into undrinkable blood....
Never control a poet's writing's
Or his souls word's!!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesoms poets poetry
This isn't pointing to anyone, this goes for media anyone period so anyone saying this is for them not for you... Goes for all who wanna control our souls and our souls words and feelings and truth!!!
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Plush gadget men, strapped with rounded green circular things, pig's of high class weapon. Mustard seed, to ghastly. Their deed's ***** and satire flaming. Guillotine wagon's to be put into FEMA cache camp's, the 200 million man army to cometh, a false prophet to bloweth mind's, wherein crime wilt seemeth as a prize to the suckling babies.. Rat's and scabies to infest the white pillar mansion! **** thy cigarette's and fathom, what thy blue bowling ball couldst hath been. Calleth it greenhouse gas, I sayeth get out the gas mask's and survive the fan flying ship's!! Martial law to be given as commandment's, citizens shalt turneth ****, normal wilt be blood running down thy alleyway signs reading (STOP) the red paint to be the mark of the martyr's, desolate and slaughtered. The day wilt be shorter, as night to colden longer. Suicide vests to be strapped to the terrorist chest, as mothers turneth against brother's, and sister's against father's! Heart's wilt faulter the man's conscious thinking, the skeleton's wilt be stinking, as the maggot's of hell doth rise ... New age Rome to collapse as a domino on grandma's stove. À triumphant death, the devil wilt smile, until his days art outnumbered by the chariot riders, of Jehovah's miracle Mile..........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Some mute their ear's
Whilst other's bludgeon their eyes
The crowd's own suicide....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Spurious microbes in green tank's maketh blunder's by the inch, The mut eateth their own secretion, whilst frustration of the crowd groweth hungry for martial law take-down. Strayed away by liver decay, consevator to their likeness awaits them, yet they just debate him as some unknown source....The war-torn aeroplanes art diverted by their own bucolic, idealistic and yet sadistic ways........ They play political course action.. As Lucifer is their stand in man....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Mi amour'
Just in case something happens to me
And i get to sick,
And I'm not here anymore.....
Just wanted to say,
Since I don't wanna take nothing for granted...
I loveth thee more...
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