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 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs Sѧʏєţһ
Tһѧţ ţһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɢooԀ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɞєѧuţıғuʟ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁo єňouɢһ.

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
I Ԁєsєяνєţһ ɞєţţєя;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ;
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧyeth.

Mıňє զuєєň

Tıs mє
Wһo Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁєsєяνєţһ ţһєє.

Tһou ѧяţ moяє ţһѧň
GooԀ єňouɢһ;


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
I am whole, one, contented and buoyant; as fulsome light I smile.

I'm crazed for her, craveth her I do; her slaver, her sable hair.

Her touch, her feel, her radiance; maketh me trance, hypnosis.

I was earthbound in mine bygone hour's, now elevated, towered.

She taketh me to unknown river's of life, a king, queen, man wife.

Thus wherein all is right, a perfect flight to peace and safety.

Mine Filipino baby, lifegiver to those whom hath none breath.

The only queen, within mine dream's; she heard mine screams.

And tis she's safety, from the bad in-between; mine Earl Jane.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Oct 2015
beth fwoah dream
i saw a white hart in
a wood,
gorgeous before the
night he stood,
delicate, like a pearl,
wild and untamed,
a graceful flower
of the breeze
where autumn leaves
drowned their
sorrows in mossy
streams,
as surreal as stars
melting their blue
in september seas.
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Hɛaʋɛռ
Wɦat ɖօtɦ tɦօʊ ҡռօաɛtɦ aɮօʊt ɦɛaʋɛռ ʄʀɨɛռɖ;
I aʟʀɛaɖʏ ɦatɦ ɦɛaʋɛռ ɨռ tɦɛ քaʟʍ օʄ ʍɨռɛ ɦaռɖ's
Tɦat ɦɛaʋɛռ's Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ʍɨռɛ ʍaռ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Into twlight, Shadow's of monster's, men's piercing sight's
As they stareth at mine queen, dog's, hopeful dreamer's, dream's;
Tis, cometh to find out these verily aren't men, they were aloviti being's, their breath was poisonous as an asp, teeth as glass.

ii.

Tis these brute's couldst not be killed by arrow, nor gun's, unless silver and gold were used; They brought a thunderstorm and hail over me and mine beloved's head, they clinched their lip's, their nail's ripped through the roaring of the darkness around instead.

iii.

Mine Earl Jane Nagley held me closely, as tis these barbarian's were untamed and ghostly; I pulled out mine secret hidden choice, An Aesculapian snake to giveth a bang taste to these to these unholy ale's, I used that silver and gold to cut off their tail's.

iv.

Whilst the thunderstorm's and hail dissolved into thin air
Mine reyna and queen hugged me and screamed, cheerfully;
She saidst to me she loved me, tis now she was free, from pain and from anguish, I saved her again from the devil's advantage.





©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just found this story on Google thought it would be interesting to write a story of it...an ale in Serbian mythology is a demon that takes form into a man,,, the demon can breathe on a man and become him. The ale's or demons power is thunderstorms and hail which is said it doesn't effect a village directly but the villages surrounding where the storm is.. And if a ale breathes on you it can make your soul leave your body up to the clouds.... Also you can't **** these ale's by any ordinary weapon not arrow or gun ( unless) silver and gold is used with it.... It is said the main choice weapon is the Aesculapian snake which somehow its poison killed these ale (demons) this is in Serbian !mythology and a few other European places around Serbia.... Interesting.. I'm not Serbian at all just thought this is interesting... Enjoy (: oh and yes aloviti are names for man transforming into these demons...
 Oct 2015
GaryFairy
i was born a demon
in the middle of a storm
nightmares overcame dreaming
i grew out my horns

one day an angel
shined a light on me
changing my whole angle
of the way i could see

she touched me softly
she said i could fly
she lifted my inner spirit
then left me high and dry

i fell...

i was back on earth now
where evil is the norm
i feel like i am changing
back to my demon form
this is just metaphorical for how love, or lost love can change a person, and i don't feel like a demon at all :)
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Fօʊʀ աօʀɖ's
Fօʀ tɦɛɛ;
I ɖօ
Mɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ.




©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
Lol I never do poems with the W in front of it honestly always thought that was ridiculous putting a w for how many words there are but oh well trying something different lol.. W lolll enjoy
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
í.

Tաօ ժíŚԵíղςԵ ҽղժ'Ś օƒ Եհҽ աօɾӀժ
Tաօ ŚҽԹɑɾɑԵҽ ςɑʍҽɾɑ ӀҽղŚҽŚ;
Oղҽ kíղց, զմҽҽղ, ɑ ҍօվ ɑղժ ɑ ցíɾӀ
FɑӀӀíղց ɑŚӀҽҽԹ íղԵҽɾաҽҍ ςօղղҽςԵíօղ.

íí.

Tհҽ Qմҽҽղ'Ś ҽվҽ'Ś ŚհմԵ
Hҽɾ kíղց աɑԵςհҽԵհ հҽɾ íղ ŚíӀҽղςҽ;
Tհҽ kíղց ςӀօŚҽŚ հíŚ Ӏíժ'Ś.
WհíӀŚԵ Եհҽ զմҽҽղ ԹҽҽԹ'Ś, Եí ʍҽӀҽŚŚ.

ííí.

SҽςɾҽԵ ŚԹíҽŚ, íղԵҽɾղҽԵ ժíѵíղҽ
EíցհԵ ԵհօմŚɑղժ, ƒíѵҽ հմղժɾҽժ ɑղժ ŚҽѵҽղԵվ Եաօ ʍíӀҽŚ ɑԹɑɾԵ;
Tհօմցհ ահíӀŚԵ օղ SkվԹҽ, ҽɑςհ օԵհҽɾ, ղҽ×Ե Եօ ɑղօԵհҽɾ
Síժҽ ҍվ Śíժҽ, ŚӀմʍҍҽɾíղց ҽղԵաíղҽժ, ցӀɑŚŚ Եօ ցӀɑŚŚ, օղҽ հҽɑɾԵ.



©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ
©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ
©ӀօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
Title is Skype slumbering for you who can't read fancy reading lol
 Oct 2015
brandon nagley
Her smile is a rush of a syringe; pushing deep within mine arteries, loaded. Her laugh is addictive, sedatation entereth me. I flyeth higher than any dope fix canst get. She hit's fast, quick; as her eye's art chocolate diamond's that hang on star-night string's, shiny, divined Pearl's wrapped in elegant Filipino linen of a queen. O' mine Asian dream, cometh into mine sleep and feeleth me, cometh in: the door's open, none hellion aloud to pass nor enter, just a place for us to swim. Whilst making affectionate confectionery amour' on thy foreign shore's, mantra's shalt be said as both of ourn name's art whispered: the setting sun to be the picture that goeth down as we dont stop the rolling around until dusk.




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