Earl Jane nagley:

If only thou wouldst truly knoweth mine sweet Earl Jane, mine evident love for thee, mine treasure, mine all, mine gem, mine queen. If thou wouldst knoweth when I awaketh its thee I seeketh to hear. It's thee, who soothe's mine fear's. Yes, thou doth knoweth to an extent mine amour', mine affection's. Yet, if thou couldst seeith in mine heart and soul, the love, happiness, and peace, and wholeness thou hath brought me, than thou wouldst understand all mine pet. The all, thou hath given me. Thou hast given me a home, as I feeleth more than at home with thee. In all honest speaking, thou art mine home, mine residence, in which this blood floweth through. Thou art the lamp-way God Gaveth me to leadeth me beside the still water's, that the earth doth not give. Thou art the cloud nine; man seeketh to find. Thou art the diamond, the gold, that every miner looketh to get. Thou art that Ruby, hidden from men, seen by God, noticed by angel's, concealed, for celestial purpose. I am but a sinner mine love, a sinful peasant, blessed more than to hath received thee. As tis daily, I'm privileged, to even be in thine presence. As tis they sayeth, when one maketh one better, and maketh one want to do better, that is the one for thee. As thou maketh me want to do better daily, as yes, im a sinner, a man who hath done much wrong, against God in mine life, and mankind, and daily despite mine foolish sinfulness, and way's, thou hath given me a new renewed hope. As god put that hope into mine hand's, and sight. That hope, being thee mine Reyna. That hope is thine smile, thine laugh, thine happiness. Which, so thou knoweth, when thou art not happy; Mine pain's I feeleth from thy sorrow is immeasurable!!! Life, isn't life mine love, unless thou art in it. Unless thou art there next to me. And daily, daily I thanketh god, for such an angel to cometh and SAVETH ME. From mine foolishness, from mine way's, mine anguish. I kneweth not happiness; until thou hast came..As I always sayeth love, God brought us together for a reason. For me to learn thing's about mineself, through thee. And to learn thing's from thee about all thing's. As tis the same for thee amare, to learn from me. As to be guide's to one another, and if it take's a million generation's to get to thee, I wilt do it. Love is not scared, nor afraid mine love, or fearful. In love, as ourn God taught, the greatest thing is to lay ourn lives down for one another; in love!!!! As tis, laying mine life down for thee I wilt do daily, if good, or bad times Earl Jane nagley. I wilt be there, Maby not physically for the time being. But in thine soul, spirit, thought, dream's, in thee........ As thou art  in all of me. We art more than real as thou hath said love. MORE THAN!!!! As tis, nothing, nor noone, canst ever break preordained soulmate's up. As we look around love, and see the world throw the word love around as if some cheap store bought item. We aren't store bought queen Jane; we art creation's of God's own hand's, under his preordainment, and destiny for us. As in life, I liveth for thee, earl Jane nagley. And in death, as thou knoweth, we all hath destination's, and I wilt meeteth thee there to.......as I canst not thanketh thee enough, for saving mine life, mine being, mine happiness, and thou keepeth me alive...... And thou sayest that thou art no angel? Thou hath saved me......
I sayest that is MORE THAN ANGELIC... As thou art God's angel,  and mine messenger, who hath come to save me, as I thou....

Mine Reyna
Soulmate
Best friend
Lover
Amour
Filipino rose
Mine sweet earl jane nagley....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose dedication

i.

Next to the seashore
Of Boracay beach;
Seahorse's oscillate
To the turquoise seep.

ii.

Dawn turneth dusk
As the firefly's light;
The hole's in the sky
Burning brightly, heaven's sight.

iii.

Mine inamorata valentine
Covered in seasalt salve;
Out of the deep blue
She arise's from the shell's.

v.

Walking toward's me
Coming mine way;
We lay upon ourn blanket
Whilst cuddling, reminiscing the day.



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

We art one soul
Earl Jane, mine spiritual abode;
Mine cruor runneth through her vein's
Into her heart, into ourn brain's.

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

creation came into existence when the Divine
spoke the world into existence

in pueblo mythology,
Spider Woman weaves the world together
with her words.

the spoken word is a powerful thing,
words heal, break, mend, soothe, hurt, and console.

words can woven into lies that grow out of proportion,
or speak the simple honest truth.

sometimes the best action to take for me is
holding my tongue,
until i am absolutely moved by my inner convictions
to speak.  easier said than done.  

i write, and i used to preach from pulpits.  
today, i speak the truth in safe spaces to share, in my home,
to my daughter learning to speak, and mostly to my Higher Power.

it is true freedom to be able to finally after all these years,
be able to do what i say, and walk the walk.

It's the hardest thing to catch
Even when the light is gone
And no sound can be heard

The bugs chirp out the window
As you sink into your bed
And rethink the day
From sunrise to sunset

It runs away
It runs away

You reach for it
Every conversation replays itself
The voices blur inside your head

Your troubles scream your name
Chasing away every dream
Just past your fingertips
Gone as the day

It runs away
It runs away

Your eyes are wide open
Sweat pours down your face
Every insecurity, every fear

You wonder what the day will bring
But long for blissful rest
The demons keep you captive
As it runs away

It runs away

It's the hardest thing to catch
What slips through every darkness
It leaves you there to tremble

And that which runs from light
Blooms in the dark.
And you are left to face
All alone
With what finds you in the night.

Each night the curtain opens
And figures do appear
Through the haze they dip and dance
Singing loud and clear

Every act is different
They never run the same
With each song the lyrics change
Singing out my name

I could become famous
Directing such a show
The cast has so much talent too
Around the stage they go!

As the curtain closes
The actors take their bow
Say goodbye until the end
The sun is rising now.

Each night the actors in my head
Put on an awesome show.
But since it’s all inside my head
No one will ever know.

To the one I love
Whom I've never met
Who one day
Will never leave my side
To the one I will cherish
With every laugh
Every smile
Every heartbeat.
I will wait for you
As the days go by
No matter how long it takes.
I will not rush
I'll take my time
And live my life
By my design.
I'll search for you
But will not toil
There's much to be done
Before that day
I will not fear
For you will come
No matter how long it takes.
Until that day
I'll wait for you
For we have nothing but time
We have nothing but time.

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

Lone duck, bitten by an insane urge, turns and turns,
endlessly on water plane, creates a churn, a pattern on water,
as if to meet itself in a moment of stillness in between,
when will it happen? His life passes as that illusion still lasts.

Yes,
it was a special day.

We were all there,
some by force
of the buffet,
some by force
of mothers.

And suddenly,
my dog
feeling the force
of Mother Nature,
left a piece
at the feet
of my Aunt Kate.

My dog,
now obviously
the reincarnation
of my Uncle Ted,

may he rest in peace,

caused Aunt Kate
loudly to dismay,
"My God!"