Tis we must remember
In this world of H.P;
Tis not about the follower's we get
But ourn word's we spread as seed's...


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley

i

Afore there was an astrobleme, deep within me
Though now an astral queen, serenadeth gleamed;
Canorous and splendorous, her cantillate I repeat
I mimic her dancing step's, jumping on mine feet.

ii

She's sad when the past awakens, crying dreading tear's
Though tis what she don't knoweth, her king is all right here;
And through the year's, the catoptromancy shalt tell it's fortune
Chiliad timespan, her body to be mine land, water flow sourcing.

iii

I wilt constellate all her worries, and collect them on mine head
Her Burden's I shalt maketh as mine, and taketh all her's instead;
And the cyanic water's shalt we swim through, sail to the glass
The brokenness shalt leaveth her, as no time exist's, nor our past.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん

Δύο αλλοδαπού
που συνήλθαν σε ξένη γη;
η ανταλλαγή ξένης γλώσσας
την ανάμειξη εξωγήινη αγάπη

( greek tongue)



( English version)

Two foreigner's
meeting in foreign land's ;
exchanging foreign language
mixing extraterrestrial love.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the *****'s of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.

I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.

An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.

The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.

Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i

Aghast I was in, then an alien nonnative of this planet aroseth,
Her precious stones pierced me, nonjudgementally, I cried;
I bawled, as tis not in a bad way, but because her beautiful glimpse, her standing there, she saved me from the darkly stench.

ii

The kilig she giveth me is overwhelming, Kalinaw is delivering
I shalt Indak with her on the Hill's of her land, an Oriental band;
A queen, and one man, that man me, aforetime's I was lonesome
Tis now I am happy, she maketh mine wing's, flappeth so highly.

iii

She cometh at perfect timing, she assuage's mine hand's hole's,
She taketh the rivet's out from mine feet, she inspires me with her coming goals, mine sensation for her as a backarapper
Cracking to the fireworks glitz, her head on mine shoulder, lip's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

Her diamonds
She weareth as eye's;
Reflecteth, in the moonlight's sky.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

I tatawid sa kanya fane
bilang ako pamasahe sa kanyang utak;
Ang aking Paraluman.

( Filipino tongue)

(English tongue)

I shalt go to her fane
As I fare into her brain;
Mine muse.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん

Amorous one, bedight me in snug linen
Canopy me in thy oriental pinion's;
A ditty for thee, I writeth in this amour
For thou hath let me in, and opened thine door.

Forsooth, we shalt be lover's in cinema Booth's
Letting go of ourn past, cutting ropes, untying the noose;
Thither the jungle's we shalt be missionarie's, exemplary

No thwarting to enter in the tropical orient gate's
Openness cherished, withy exotic plant's to fit ourn date;
Don't be late amare, thou canst put up, or keep down thy hair
For thou shalt blend the forest's, as no makeup for thee is needed.

Thou shalt quench me by thy tan colored painted skin
Betrothing another, fused bodie's together, preparing perfume;
Locked behind ourn own wall, leaving the world in back room
Other's think we're dead, because ourn spirit's from tombs, alive.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry/
あある じぇえん

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!”
― Bob Marley

Don't Gain The World & Lose Your Soul, Wisdom Is Better Than Silver Or Gold.”
― Bob Marley

Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright”
― Bob Marley

“I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.”
― Bob Marley... ( love this one!!!!!!!!!) Such truth!!!!!


“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
None but ourselves can free our minds.”
― Bob Marley

When one door is closed, don't you know that many more are open”
― Bob Marley

“Judge not unless you judge yourself”
― Bob Marley........ Love it..

I'm the prophetic freak on the corner
       Holding up the sign;
                       "The end is near"
                               Whilst the crowd point's and stare's......
                



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

There they are in all their glory!
Poems 'bout food to tell a story...

The sunny side up of a summer day
The yolk is rising to a fried egg whey!

There's plenty of grits
to fill the spoon...
With sizzling stars
and a flapjack MOON!

Pasta hills with pesto grass
Sure to give your hips some sass!

Fresh salmon salad on some greens
You're much more likely to be lean

Sensual fruits delight the eyes
And they're easier on the thighs!

Bread and muffins in a race
With cookies and cream
to stuff your face?

Cleanse the body! Cleanse the soul!
You can break the jello mold!

But I don't know if I can last...

I write about FOOD
whilst I do a FAST!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/4/2015