Note: Not a poem at all, just wanna share this like an fb status.. ahaha


Oh well, am here, in our library, sitting in front of this PC, really, like urrrggghh, i regret i did not bring my laptop, really!! i was just in a hurry this morning for my engineering surveying quiz and yeah, i forgot... huhu. now am making MPP for my engineering economy report, like all parts of my body so aching, head aches, back aches and sleepy eyes,... I hate it when things are getting serious, specially next week will be our exams, like oh my stressing me out a lot... engineering really kills me slowly, haaaha,... but i love it, challenging maths, busy life, .. i just love school... friends and classmates just made me happy a lot :D hahaha, so much about sharing,.... just wanna say hi to all :)

I shalt weareth a barong Tagalog, mine tribesgirl in terno dress
A diadem upon her head, hemmed from living amongst the dead;
Her inferno blaze, is satin oriental sheathe, rubies on her Lilly feet, she entranceth me, in serpahim seed, a muse to mine meet.

She's Dalisay, in night and day, her Kinaadman not of earth
A child from tropical tree's, I kneweth her, cherub baby by birth;
The Tadhana of ourn creator, stitches ourn etching realm's
I shalt be her on her side, In death and hell, I'll taketh the ride,

Falling deeper
                         Into her eye's......


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

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

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

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

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

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