i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.



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

•

When I say I love you,



                                                        ­ I mean it all....



                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

Like an archangel
She taketh mine soul;
All the way up to heaven...



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

i

Enthroned she is
Upon her seat of tear's;
Aloft so high
Her feather's flyeth
I shalt unfluster
All her fear's.

ii

We shant get old
Ourn young fashioned soul's;
To pirouette ourn secluded abode
And in this land of gold
Ourn solid mold
To fit into amour' letter's.

iii

Nevi'im of the time's
Prescient of mind's;
Mine arm's shalt wrappeth thee
On plain's arrived
And when thou cryeth
I'll remindeth thee, thou art mine.

iv

Stroketh mine hair
I'll pulleth thine own slowly;
Thou feeleth alone
Though with me and God, thou art not lonely.
We'll March, and be showy, showing all of us
We'll be the dream, other's seeketh, though canst not find....


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

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

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

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

Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.



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

i

I'm stuck inside her panaginip lip's, she's ****** me all in
She cast a spell, of amour' swell, chain's of cabochon to her hips;
Oh mine giliw, thine finger's art sweated, locking mine own
We'll treck thine mountain's, and rule the slopes, then back home

ii

We shalt Kench the white puffies, floating above ourn observation, making elephant's and giraffe's with touched finger,
Two strange unknown attainer's, strapped with starry wit
We shalt never forget another, always to be closer as lovers, bliss

iii

As Beowulf, I shalt slayeth the dragon's, and pain-seekers of hate
For plentiness shalt be by bucket's, as gold dust falls as ourn date;
An Iniibig kita from thou, a Lagi kitang iniisip from mineself
An Gusto kitang tawagan from thou when I'm gone, Pahalik!!!!





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

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                                                               ­    I thought,


That I was born in this world,

Just to make all people know,




                                         That I just exist,

                      As simple as that.







                                                    ­                                 But I was wrong all along!



                                         'Cause I was born,



For you,

                      And to love you.




                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.