When mine Queen's tear's cometh down
I feeleth the rain, pouring from the cloud's;
When mine queen seeketh not to be alive
Mine soul sink's, drown's as I die.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

As a blanket
Her hair swaddle's me;
As the universe serape's
The pinlight's of God.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley

i.

Mine Filipino rose
Didst thou knoweth;
When thou art gone
Mine worry doth showeth.

ii.

Mine Filipino rose
Doth thou understand;
I'll waiteth for thee
Forever to be, in thine arm's and hand's.

iii.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine angelic being of glow;
Meeteth me at the show
In the kingdom of ourn endearment abode.

iv.

Mine Filipino rose
When thou art not near;
Mine stresses and mine fear's
Bringeth sorrow and tear's.

v.

Mine Filipino rose
As thou knoweth, we aren't an illusion;
We art conspicuous in ourn fusion
Forgiveth the jealous one's of their intrusion's.

Mine Filipino rose..........................


I loveth thee more, mine Reyna......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

I shalt bite her bottom lip
Whilst Pulling her closer;
She shalt melteth at her hip's
Smoke coming from her tongue, as if a long term smoker.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley

Her eye's, Asian heaven's
Her hair, universal obsidian;
She camouflage's in the mountain's
An Asiatic goddess chameleon.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication

Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.

Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.

Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.

Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.

Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.

Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.

Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.

Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.

Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated

i.

A Vintage Alfajor necklace
To veil mine sovereign belle;
Betrothed for heaven's comfort
We hath already been through hell.

ii.

Ourn bygone time
Hath strengthened us for forthcoming rapture;
I'll be right next to her, in her allure
No death, forever, happily ever after.

iii.

I'll tryeth daily, tis none maby's
I'll doeth anything, for mine Filipino baby;
As tis I'll maketh her, forget her past
I'll be her bishop, she shalt be mine eternal hourglass.

iv.

As time goeth fast, I mustn't lose the thought
That tommorrow doth not always cometh, we dieth, get lost;
Though she hath found me, I knoweth what being saved mean's
I wilt liveth every day as mine last, and liveth it for mine queen.

v.

So dearest reyna, soulmate, and best friend
When thou doth readeth this, know ourn love shalt not end;
As we both understandeth, this planet is just a passage to the next
We wilt meeteth in this life, and afterward's, pag-ibig at it's best.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

Up aloft
Mount malindang:
I tasted her syrup
I drank her tang.

She spoke Tagalog
I understood her slang;
I cut mine own wrist's
To taketh her pain's.

And in the sun
Neath the rain;
She couldst smile again
As ourn eye's stared, no blink.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

Locketh me up
Throw me in prison:
I'm in love dear sir
Oh didn't I mention?



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

pag-ibig
We shalt walketh down the aisle;
Frosted white rosette's
Ourn hair, to floweth wild.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Thither soon
The harvest Moon;
September, mine month of birth
Me and mine Reyna shalt swoon.

ii.

Asunder the leaves
Through the fall lit tree's;
Me and mine dame
Shalt gyrate the amour that we bleed.

iii.

The moon to be red
Ourn eye's to giveth vision's;
Of me and mine sweet Jane
Making love in celestial kitchen's.

iv.

On the grass
In the sea of thought;
Ourn affection unearhtly
Not to be store bought.

v.

Ourn headdress
Made from peacock quill;
A medicine woman and man
shaman of autochthonous skill.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication