God saidst let there be light
And the Filipino queen, lip up the land;
An Asian lampstand.



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

For tis
By mine God's stripes I am healed;
For tis
By mine Queen's soul, I am fulfilled.



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

the sea sings of
all my sadness,
i hear it in the waves that
beat relentlessly,
in the sky that dreams of softness,
in the sands that stretch like golden tides.

The poor man sayeth
Sir, canst thou spareth a dime?
The rich man replyeth
Hath thou lost thine mind?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

where the moon
is longing,
the tide is relentlessness
and love is
my jealousy of you.

when you broke me the first time
i cried until the tears pooled
into the dark.

when you broke me the second time
i just broke you back for hurting
me so bad.

i break easily because i love
i break easily because i love you.

Whilst in mine death
I want mine queen
To smother mine lip's
With her's;
And taketh
Mine last breathe.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

Like an Oriental statue
She sit's upon a volcano;
As her beauty errupt's........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

the
journey of history
the
time fabric
that
binds
and
weaves
the
struggles of mankind