It stood on a throne,
Made out of lime stone.

It was clothed,
In colorless gold.

It wore a shadeless crown,
Above its brow.

Its heart was frozen-
From winters night.

Its soul was diced,
by Jack Frost's knife.

It stood alone,
In its quite abyss.
Dismissing my stare.

Though it was free,
It looked lost at sea.

For, I waited to hear a plea,
But it was silent as a willow tree.

Time passed-
And it started to bow

To the brown earth beneath its feet,
To the blue sky above its crown.

Though, the journey was over,
And the final Goodbyes were made.

I could never forget the pride in its eyes,
Or why it stood so still.

For to this day,
I question if I'll every discover,
If the White Rose knew,
Of its wonder?

The day it is a waning
Long streams of soft blue, deep violet
Ozone veins carrying the wakeful into sleep
I peak now
Eyes bright with moonlight
Stars dancing brilliantly against ink black anti-matter pools
I would go out drifting tenderly amongst those memories
Even if their edges tear apart from gravity
The knowing would suffice
Come dream with me 3am wanderers
Let the cushion of the unseen comfort
Sore spots that we no longer urge to heal

There is a light
In that light, there is clarity
With clarity, one can see
The error of their ways
The truth of who they are
Their deepest desires
With clarity
One can become
Who they were always meant to be
One only has to open their eyes
To see

Both we, we both
Created, In the image of God;
Both we, we both
Got an angelic applause.

Both I, and thee
Were devised in the holy river;
Both thee, and I
Shareth kidney's, aura's, liver's.

We art us
As tis us means we;
We meaning me and thou
Mine lover, soulmate, queen.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

i.

When all else faileth
I'll be there;
When this soul shalt leaveth
I'll be there;
When thou feeleth numb
I'll be there;
When this heart succumb's
I'll be there.

ii.

When thou feeleth empty
I'll fill thee up;
When there's not plenty
I'll giveth thee all I hath left,
More than enough.

iii.

When I'm sick and anguished
I'll giveth thee mine breath's;
When I'm dying and famished
I'll bringeth life into thine chest.
When the pain's overloaded
And distance is to much;
I shalt still hold on
To think of thy touch;
When thine eyesight gets blinded
And thine hearing starts to fail,
I shalt giveth thee mine eye's
And ears to heareth,
Musical detail's; and when the thunder roll's,
And the lightning strikes the land
I'll still be waiting amour',
For those valiant wedding plan's.
Because we wilt dance
In this life and the next
Eternal soulmate's
Living eternal life's best.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight
I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night;
Do not be frightened, do not fright,
I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave.

ii.

Cometh here rayna, into mine glow
Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul;
I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living,
But now I am here,spiritually breathing.

iii.

Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia
I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas;
Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine
I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair,
No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's.

iv.

Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door
That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be.
I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday;
Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication

Robust, in her
I trust; in amour'
Not lust, do I giveth
Thanks to thee O' God.
I'm a seed in her pod,
Getting the sustenance
That deriveth from her light
Source, inside the Church of her spirit's
Porch, wherein stardust lurks, as do lightning lovestruck-rod's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)