Dunk mine head in the ocean
Split mine tongue to the red Sea
****** me with good emotion
I seeketh just one to touch me
To maketh me throb
With their soft untouched hands,
I  seeketh that angelic touch
Not one but both appendage's on mine stomach to land
Not to much to ask
Just a simple feel
Though I feeleth none flesh
Tis I knoweth the feeling is real...
I'm dying for it
Needing it
Like a calf to his mum
Hath I just gone crazy?
For what normal beings hath and want???

Many's parent's told them at birth
Don't waste thy time on rhyme's
Get a job and real life....
Though to many of us....
Poetry is a job
Poetry
Is life......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Spurious microbes in green tank's maketh blunder's by the inch, The mut eateth their own secretion, whilst frustration of the crowd groweth hungry for martial law take-down. Strayed away by liver decay, consevator to their likeness awaits them, yet they just debate him as some unknown source....The war-torn aeroplanes art diverted by their own bucolic, idealistic and yet sadistic ways........ They play political course action.. As Lucifer is their stand in man....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Some mute their ear's
Whilst other's bludgeon their eyes
The crowd's own suicide....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.

Everyone wants to have
The look of the poet
Yet noone these day's,
Wants to be real poet's....
Everyone wants to be a rock star
Or movie star.
Or even an athlete.....
But the poet,
Is one not of this world...
A poet
Is one unearhtly
Celestial in his way's.....
A poet doesn't follow the paths of this world......
The poet followeth his soul,
Which cometh from God....
And no rock star
Or athlete,
Couldst match up to that....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

They were layed to rest
In 69
I remember those days
Where the killers would unwind

are when
my outsides go numb
so the inside bursts out

How is it i die daily? Not a bad dying experience. . . . . .Just daily, in deaths dark and lonesome tunnel. . . . . .this all powerful commandment of god and holy reina angel cometh to greet me at the end, where theres a pinpoint of light. And god fashioned this reina in spanish attire for the night. . . Tis i get excite daily. . .because i knoweth tis mine reina spanish angel. . . .wilt always protect me. . . .she goeth by the seraphim name. . ..(Elsa Angelica) moonstruck queen. . . .