You can choose to hate
Or you can choose the gift of love
But you cannot choose the middle fence,
Choose the path of love
Use your common sense.

Mahal Kita
Mine angel;

Mahal Kita
Mine soulmate;

Mahal Kita
Mine cherub;

Mahal Kita
Mine grace;

Mahal Kita
Mine reyna;

Mahal Kita
Mine queen;

Mahal Kita
Mine life;

Mahal Kita
Sweet Jane;
                  
                    Nami-miss kita
                    Mine seraphim;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    mine heaven's song;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    Messenger of God;

                    Nami-miss kita
                    Mine all;

    
                    MAHAL KITA MAGPAKAILANMAN



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

i.

Reyna, we art, and thus alway's wilt be, king and queen wreathed by unrevealed novel thing's; A reality, no fantasy nor dream, as ourn amour' steam's and ring's like bell's in chapel holiness.

ii.

Ourn d.n.a is a map of all creational construction, showing God's hand's whom hast created ourn function's; We yearneth for another from afar, mine Jane, mine pet, we shalt soon together maketh ourn children on star's.

iii.

O' from the empyrean, O' from the empyrean we shalt glanceth Mars. Ourn heart's large, as ourn eye's pierce through another; wayfarer's we shalt be in the angelic city. With golden street's below ourn feet, none demonic fearing's nor pity, vesture of the trace of ourn creator's trinity. Viol and harp symphonies, high class and richy shalt we dance, None currency needed. The poor here shalt be standing first, as the greed-seeker's last, no tear drained pain's nor stab's, no mishap's. Just rainbow's that reflecteth garment's and robe's from the heavenly host's that carry sword's to keepeth the fallen fiend's out.

iv.

The entryway covered by rock's that sparkled back on earth in the opulent man's view, though here this scene is for me and thou; for the homeless to, as tis we shalt be renewed in ourn kiss of eternal life, all day here, no night. For God here is the light that the earthling's hath forgotten.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

It’s a fire
You and I
It’s a word
We testified.

We grew larger
It’s a flame
Every singing crackle
It calls your name.

We have heat
You and I
Have many colors
Trapped inside my eye.

It’s a dream
Yet so real
Can we deny?
Should we feel?

It’s a fire
You and I
Such a flame
Grew so high.

It’s a fire
Me and you
Such abundance
Where fire stood blue.

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Aʟɮɛɨt ʍɨռɛ ɮʀɛatɦs aʀt ʄaɖɨռɢ
Stɨʟʟ ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛ, tօ ʍɨռɛ աɨʄɛ;
Tօ ɦɛʀ I'ʍ ɖɛɖɨċatɨռɢ.

ɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt tɦɛ Sʊռsɦɨռɛ's ʟɛaʋɨռɢ
Mɨռɛ sօʊʟ ɨs ɮʀɨɢɦt;
Aռɖ tɦʀօʊɢɦ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt, I'ʟʟ ɮɛ sɨռɢɨռɢ aʍօʊʀ' ʀɛքɛatɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt sօօռ I sɦaʟt sʊċċʊʍɮ
Rɛstɛtɦ tɦɨռɛ ɦɛaɖ, I aʍ ռօt ɖɛaɖ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ I ʟɨʋɛtɦ ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦɛɛ
Mɨռɛ ċɦօsɛռ օռɛ.

I tɦaռҡɛtɦ tɦɛɛ
Fօʀ tɦɨռɛ ʟօʏaʟtʏ;
Aռɖ aʟʟ օʄ tɦɨռɛ
Caʀɛ.

Jʊst ɮɛċaʊsɛ
Aʄtɛʀ ʍɨռɛ ɖɛatɦ
I աօռ't ɮɛ sɛɛռ;
Dօtɦ ռօt ʍɛaռ ʍɨռɛ sքɨʀɨt աօռ't ɮɛ ɦɛʀɛ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ Jaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ-Fɨʟɨքɨռօ rose

i.

At the fore of the gateway
Precious stone's exhibited;
Her beauty and grace.

ii.

A crystal shined gold
Floweth from her soul;
Mine soulmate of heaven's place.

iii.

From her feet
To her waist;
A wine of jasper grape's.

iv.

Inside her ambience rested
Sapphire, chalcedony
Emerald, sardonyx
Sardius, chrysolite
Beryl, topaz,
Chrysoprasus,
Jacinth,
Amethyst.

v.

I was awestruck
God gaveth me unadulterated holiness;
I am verily hooked
To mine queen, mine Jane, mine happiness.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

.
Rain falls shooting the grounds.
In walks avoiding the schrapnel pits
Bleeding, over spilling, as they swell
Memories play to the mute bitterness
Of far cold, how we went wrong, bled
At arms, burned within salted wound
Of dishonest rush, assault of friendly
Fires as die smouldered out of smoke,
Taint of grace flew into a cauldron dark
A cross of red was only suture to veins
Ripped in the onslaughts and love was
Our only casualty.  We were lost, never
To reach the shining wins of conquered
Spoils, never to bed with timeless downs
Of lovers on leave, we now just soldier on,
To walk with rains, in campaign of sorrows.

~~
I'm going but coming to you again
when the train of love begins to start
then I found myself in love and live
such a bond that bound you to stand beneath the tree

I'm coming but going to you again
when my soul never found any goal
looking for a heart that flies like a bird
as a little bit of anguish which distinguished me without you

If I had not taken birth in this earth, I could not love
as long as I expect you that grew in me
an old empty silent tree even that never been free
from hot dust that always made a long thirst
even alone but still belongs
in the heart of mine

my darling! you know this is nostril
where I'm drilling,  
going but coming back to home again
to tell unspoken words which above all the intolerance of
in the desert burning grains

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry

Traveling through the dusk tunnel
A pinpoint of light at the end;
Warmth overtaketh me
The beginning of life's around the bend.

One hundred kin
Waiting to greet me in;
All smiling, all radiating
Ages range from five to one-hundred and nine,
Some looketh old, though all's young: no age existeth, time here is not told. Age only existeth back on earth, though here; all age's art the same, no one is special by their birth.

Betwixt mine family standeth tall mine savior and lord
Jesus Christ the king; with angel's whom standeth beside him, as tis they speaketh together telepathically. In Christ's hand's he reacheth out to me- as whilst I looketh at his eye's aqua green, the universe showeth itself in a way to Man unseen; and whilst at that moment clearly I hadst seen the hole's in his Palm's and feet, his word's " cometh hither mine son" I bowed in front of mine kin to him instantaneously.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

She welcomes me as the rose in her garden, she's the ultimate connective staircase to the heaven I climb on a continual basis.
She's my wife
The love that's right,
When I'm lost or found.
She is my basis.