Punishment not fitting crime again? What's up with the head peeling?

Intramural the tenebrous of this early morn'
I awaketh to the sense, of the animus passing on through;
Arising, with the taste of the red iron crimson on mine tongue
Hoping today to be better, whilst I feeleth the life of moribund.

I canst perceive the ghostly eye's upon me, piercing the hindrance, knowing one day I shalt be them, though in remembrance; I shalt not be lost, mine life force won't be
Left behind here, I'll be smiling, happy, none more fear's.

As I'll regain mine wings again, unlike these one's whom peep,
From whence in mine past life, I shalt liveth, not being asleep;
As the grave shalt not be mine end, I shalt cut these wordly ropes,
Riding past the ghostly abyss, being held, by a queen, godliness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

The most dim and horrid of all truth's in amour sometimes;

I seeith so many couple's, wherein there's always one lover
Who telleth the other lover " I loveth thee hunny "
And the one who was told their loved,
Replies back " O thank's...............
Such a sad horrid Truth,
Though the one's who told the one's they loveth
That they loveth them and yet got none response
But an ' O thank's, still continueth to loveth that other person
Because that's what true love is............
Yet also, sometime's, the person who sayeth they loveth the other
Some time's wilt just moveth on, from the pain of not ever hearing the same word's and action's back of true amour',
Because fact is, one canst not waisteth time
Giving all their love to one who canst even sayeth it back!!!!
And canst even showeth it back,
Though the person who moved on
Still loveth the other person;
Tis they've realized
Someone else just might sayeth it back
Since the other couldn't say it....
Love is a duo, not a one way street
And if a one way street;
It's not truest amour' on the other person's behalf......
And sadly I seeith this alot to;
That when the person who never saidst those words back
To the one who loveth them
They regret never saying the three word's to the one they do loveth, and they realize at that last moment
How much they loved the other person all along;
Yet were to afraid to sayeth it at the time
Out of fear of being hurt........
Amour's harsh truth sometimes.......

O paranormal venue, I glance for thy direction
Wherein art thou? Cleaning up for God's inspection;
Art thou hidden? Beneath the moon and stars?
Art thou broken? Unnoticed? Thy heart like me on mar's.

O lost amour', mine soul searches the shore's
Dying daily, not seeking a Maby;
For one I rideth the beam's of color string's
For a hopeless romantic, I do plore.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I beseech one to imprison me
In her lonesome heart like mine;
To loveth and careth for me
Until the end, and beyond time.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Traffic jam mania! This havoc makes me wanna scream at the young little Brat pointing at me in the next car
Kid!

As I more than knoweth dearest reader
The one's with the biggest smile sometimes;
Art the one's with the biggest hole's in their heart's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

You are allowed to touch my heart, not my body.

In the spectral mausoleum
Wherein the human's left me deserted;
I still wilt writeth transcendent poesy
Mine blood as the word's to be posted.

An anointed omnipresent
To luster her anticipation of mine proclivity;
She awaiteth me, behind the benevolence
As her optical's art painting's in Renoir relevance .

I revamp mine apparition
To maketh mineself to her more known;
She seeith mine black suit, unbuttoned shirt
She feeleth mine flesh, and strokes mine old bones.

All mine bad misgivings, she erases like as if at school
She's the teacher, I'm her student, though tis I breaketh rules;
Yet I do payeth attention, to this queen whoever she is
Yet thou must remember, this is all a dream, spurious wish!

Though tis just an illusion, I still hath highest Hope's
Because I'm not the other men, proudly others seeith that most;
As tis I shalt continue on, writing amour for one not around
Whoever she is, and who she might be, please release me from..

The ground................




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

HELLO,
Is there any others HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S
Who seeketh REAL out there?
Anyone here?
To feeleth mine despair?

I guess hopeless romance hath died in this world....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry