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 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
One hari, and his Reyna
Riding the chariot of
The otherworldly;



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Hari and Reyna means- king and queen in Filipino...
the full Moon winks , gives the thumbs up ,
the stars cross their fingers and wish good luck ..
the kind Oaks sway , hoping for the best ,
a katydid plays a diddy about the day we met ..
a steady pulse of rhythm courtesy of a musical Bullfrog
a fastidious , tuxedo wearing cricket pulls out his violin ,
plays a beautiful Italian love song ...
Copyright January 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
Afore agone times,
avaunt from material
Civilization's, was a place;
Of unbiased race. We were
unadulterated, ere the statues
Of bronze, and kaolin faces.
The heaven's were ourn graces.
Though we got separated; at the fall
Of man, we bacameth as flesh, ourn
Finger's unlocked, we took the form
Of shoes and sock's, wearing human
Skin. Though ourn soul's of old knewest
None end. We cameth together once again-
As ourn light's blended highly, we blocked
Out the dark-cut the dim. As through this
New-age technological era-we foundeth one
Another. Ourn kind hadst been separated through
The warlike times, though queen O' mine queen.
Again, O' tis again; we foundeth each-other.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose)
Afore means- before
Agone- means ago
avaunt- is archaic for away.
Ere- archaic for before.
kaolin is- a fine, soft white clay, resulting from the natural decomposition of other clays or feldspar. It is used for making porcelain and china, as a filler in paper and textiles, and in medicinal absorbents.
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

O'er the the Almighty's siege-
A baetyl soared, betwixt the
Floor's, of aqua green; swith
I was fixed, upon her wing's.

ii.

O' this queen-struck me, with
Her baculus, conducting, a calefacient
calix, thus the welkin carved the omnipresent
Out from me and Jane's pinion's.

iii.

Camaca Atman's, coursing
The future together; sacchariferous
Of the celestial, making love, mating-
Doves, bygone messenger's, sending
An amour' letter.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
O'er- archaic word for over.
Siege- is archaic for throne.
Almighty meaning- God Almighty.
baetyl is- : a roughly shaped stone (such as a meteorite) held sacred or worshipped as of divine origin. ( the baetyl is Jane, though no don't worship her as God, we worship God together, she is divine though as gods angel...) She's divine...
Betwixt- means between archaic tongue...
I was fixed- meaning mine eyes and all was fixed on Jane. Paying attention to her deeply...
Swith- archaic for instantly...
baculus is a rod or a staff, word that's archaic...
Conducting means- transmit (a form of energy such as heat or electricity) by conduction.
calefacient meaning- warming; anything that warms.
calix- means a cup or a chalice...
Welkin- archaic word for sky, heavens, the firmament, or celestial sphere.
Pinions- are the outter part of wings.. The feather's...
Omnipresent means- (of God) present everywhere at the same time.
Camaca is- a fine silk fabric.
Atman's- means a person's soul or a soul...atmans meaning more than one..
sacchariferous- means bearing sugar... Archaic word...
 Jan 2016
Earl Jane


The heaven open it's window,
An angel descended slowly with glory,
It's  luminescence struck me,
I could hardly see his visage for it's radiance shine in it's utmost state,
He landed upon me with his palms on my shoulder,
Then he enfold me tightly as my shoulders dampen,
His tears gush through his eyes,
As a sudden bright light shine extremely to his whole body,
It's too enormous that I fell on my knees with my eyes close,
The light gradually disappear after awhile,
I opened my eyes and there right in front of me,
The angel disappear but an ethereal being stood by,
He looks so perfect and as he start talking,
It mend my lacerations, it calms my soul,
He said God sends him, to be here for me, to protect me,
To make me happy and to forever love me,
As those words penetrated to my soul,
My tears fell down,
My elation extended widely throughout the universes,
I am beyond happy,
Days are brightest when he came,
All excruciation are easy to carry for he is there always, all the way,
He is my happiness, my best friend, my peace and comfort,
My all.
I lifted my thanks & praises daily to God,
For he had given me the one preordained for me



with love <3

© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
for Brandon <3 <3


Long time i have not written any poem, i was just busy with exams, also doing calligraphy and now i am doing zentangle and i really love it,,,,

sorry brandon not really that beautiful!! i love you a lot!! <3 <3
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
A soul, a survivor of an emptied dark pit
We calleth the planet-globe; Certes a western
Mountain glow. She giveth all, even to those
Who cometh with hatred, she's outspoken,
Unbroken, willing and thus patient. A prophetess
Of the clandestine; her poetry as wine to relax
Men and boy's, girl's who knoweth none joy- she
Bringeth the finest of lingo. Even with her own
Worries, she let's thine head, with her comforting
Word's- relax upon thine pillow. She's verily a
Poetess of the native land's meadow's. O' soul-
Survivor, with an open heart and kindred-spirit.
Only if everyone couldst seeith thy light, they'd
All come near it.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Birthday dedicated to soul-survivor....
Certes- archaic for certainly, or in truth.
 Jan 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
For the bridges burnt and the lessons learnt
For seeds of faith watered to blossoming plant
For the days I lived to the moment I died
The truths I said to the few times I lied
The laughs I managed till the moment I cried
For the words I said to the silence I sighed
For the spectrum we shared that suddenly turned grey
The moments I held it together and those I frayed
The time of doubt and when I prayed
For the cowardice when only nothing could be said
For the years of thinking through out the day
When the sky was clear and painted in light
To the moment of darkness, the pitch of night
That I wasn't and even those when I was okay
For the time I was whole and even when I'm shards
the minute I was lonely and was lost for words
when pleasure was watching butterflies and birds
the seconds that mattered but I hadn't the guts
For the moments I was on time and those I delayed
The opportunities exploited and those decayed
when I chose the right path and when I strayed
the chances I took that didn't plus those that paid
the times I matched and those I stayed
when together we toiled,the impossible strategies we laid
for the first kiss till the last,the present and past
and a future without you that's come at last
for the big dreams that kept my eyes open
for those times when you were my token
for the merry shared when you still cared
for the miles we veered, the far we dared
the milestones we succeeded and those we failed
for your freedom and my heart that's jailed

for the songs we sung, with our palms fitted
for those smiles you gave with your head tilted
for the sombre times and when jilted
for the far we reached, doors opened and those bolted
for the endless calls and when they ended
for whoever we lost and whoever we befriended
for the memories we made,now phantoms instead
for the times of calm and when I lost my head
for growing up and losing faith in our fantasies
of crossing oceans and seas,for the courtesies
for those beautiful nights under moonlight and stars
for the wounds and bruises,spotless healed and scars
for what was real and what we were faking
the footprints behind and those we're taking
for the much risked and which we didn't try
for the inadequate strength to say goodbye
for the promises broken, the crazy mission to forever
thank you, and good luck in your each and every endeavour
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Seraphim, betimes we shalt crack this inter-web bourn, awaiteth I, tis with tear's from these eye's, though the waiting wilt purify, ourn ventricles to an unfamiliar door.

ii.

None reason for Affright, mine soul doth leadeth the way, O' amour' Jane, thine hari's here to stay. Afresh to the new day, ourn canorous spirit's pave the serenade; something lost to olden flutes.

iii.

Barefeet- None sandals, the luggage we carrieth wilt be of God, almighty; supernatural. Powerful crystalline stone- lucid, god-hand castles.

iv.

It's not against flesh and blood love, that we do wrestle, but against spiritual wickedness in high and low places, we conquer demonic armies, and nephilim faces. An ambassage we sendeth to the human races, that they mayest love another, and forgive, and to forget their past disgraces. As tis Queen Jane; alms wilt be seen on the wall's, encased with ourn names. As I wilt catcheth thee, when through the cloud's thou doth fall...



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Betimes- means in good time.   archaic form.
Inter-web, having to do with technology, computer world..internet...
Bourn - archaic word for boundary.
Tis- means - it is. Archaic form...
Affright means - to frighten...
Hari means - ( king) in Filipino tongue...
Afresh means- again, or also anew. I mean again.
canorous means- melodious or resonant.
God-hand is a word I made up just now lol. Means made by gods hands .
Lucid- means bright or luminous.
nephilim- are the offspring talked about in genesis. The offspring that came from fallen angels ( demons) or known as the watchers coming down and sleeping with human women. Thus making nephilim.. Or giant beings... Which fun fact. The Smithsonian museum is now coming out to tell us they have over 1,000 plus skeletons "kind of human like" 18 feet tall. No joke look up and giant bones and bodies are all over the world... You think the old stories of giants were a myth from legends of Greece. Where mine ancestors are from. And around the whole world? I don't think so. Very much real friend . .and the government hides this from mainstream news. Media. Science so on. Lol the USA used to have articles on giants alot back in early nineteen hundreds though then they stopped putting huge giant bodies they found in paper.   Wanted to keep silent on it. Nope coming out as has more lately..  Sorry fun fact lol (:::
ambassage is - a message...
Alms- means Giving to the poor to help them, of charity.
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Hallow thou art, mine
sacrosanct wayfarer;
Sacred heart, raiment
Of January's start,
Thou art the
Beginning
Of spring
And summer's sunshined arise in full-bloomed mesmerize.
The firth of thee, circulates inside of me.
O' Asian delicacy- thou art that righteous tree of
Life. For thine way's art insight's, ******* to the human thought, for thine countenance canst not be store bought. O' thy intelligence canst not be door taught. Destined Jane, O' foreordained, I knewest thee, thou knewest me, in bygone land's.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
wayfarer is a traveler, especially one on foot.
sacrosanct means holy.
Firth is-mouth of a river.
Raiment is ones clothing.
Bygone means- belonging to an earlier time.
Countenance is ones face or ****** expressions and features.
Hallow means- to make someone or something holy. Or something holy. Hallowed means past tense
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
.

~~
Love is beyond the logic
And all we say love is a magic
Though sometimes it may be so tragic
~~
.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

The poet doth not loveth
In pocket-sized increment's;
The poet loveth
In lyrical abundance.

ii.

The sonneteer doth not dieth
For his or her amour' in natural death;
The bard's succumbing is purest loving
For their soulmate they perish every last breath.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
A real poet dies for his or her love... That is real romance.... That is a poet!!!
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
i.

What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that ****, Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.

ii.

Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?

iii.

Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.

iv.

What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding ****...... Ding ****... Ring. Ring!!!!

Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Matthew 6:21 king James bible
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Then it became a blue afternoon
while came to evening
They were the realities of her farewell
Glowed in the dark blue,
what an abstract shadow cast!
Floating Autumn Clouds,
away the red hibiscus grew gray
heard a vague weird tune

Then one morning
Along with a purple flower
red hibiscus saw inset
and the dark chorus of a clay oven
covered her face
away in the loft several gourd hanging
walking,
walking down the way
at the end,
stood beneath a banyan tree

Doors opened in the silence
southern wind followed
to move in the room
randomized the bed cover,
poetry books,
morning news paper
while closed the door
opened the northern windows

The tireless long night
while I left the room,
wandering as the lonely clouds
went through the garden
where the sky came down
wanted to say life
walked on foot
A long sleepless night
saw the stars fairs
heard a vague weird tune

At that April's night,
Caught the sight of
dry dropping leaves
The smell of gardenia
to bring me the new ideas
of poetry
touched the sky
wandering on a raft of clouds
filled with
see you decided to

Then it all went down together
in the dark with blue
anyhow a golden sun bought
a yellow day
and all the red flamboyant trees
singing
while standing beside
the two sides of the road
with the wind in breath,
my dying

And instead of go with them
mingled the ways of life is changed
when the ways rolled along a curve
One January morning's mist
coming off the sun on the dew
I liked to walk barefoot
in the soft sun
with a woolen blanket covering

At noon,
the river flowing
with streaming sound
took flock a small Sampan
toward upstream
uprising mind grew cool
with stream
Today is just going to get lost
beyond the horizon
Feel to see back,
Slowly known nature
grew small with time,
after some times
shadows mingled
with a dark space

While came the night
Footprints remain in the dust
of shadows
after millions of years
to become fossils
In the mind and
In the deep heart of
the Milky Way

Her fade face is still
to come and go
Over time,
in terms of conservation
of energy
Again when I opened the window
At a long sleepless night
Saw the stars fairs
Heard a vague weird tune
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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