Dedicated an hour
I wanna dive
Dedicated an hour
I wanna discover
Dedicated an hour
I wanna witness
Dedicated an hour
I wanna redefine
Dedicated an hour
Within the shell of time
Dedicated an hour
I wanna dream
Greatest of all fantasy
I wanna live
For only an hour.
Tirelessly
With You...........-17.09.2015

Scratch yourself until you patch yourself
Break  yourself  until you make  yourself

i.

Mine reyna, O', mine reyna
Mine vitality, O' pure vitality;
Mine being, O', sweet queen
Mine sky~flower, O', delicate skytower.

ii.

Mine all, mine muse
Mine calling, soo true;
Mine book of eternal
Mine faraway fuse.

iii.

Mine happiness
Mine comfort aura;
Mine heavenly gaze
Mine freedom, mine amaze........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

When I was born in 1971, she was a great mother right from the start.
Mom was a warm and caring person because she had a good heart.
Her heart was as big as the East Coast.
Her death really hurt me because we were so close.
I didn't know what I had until I saw that it was something that the Lord would be taking.
When Mom died, there was no power on Earth that could stop my heart from breaking.
She was a caring Christian who helped others.
Mom's heart was what made her a great mother.
She was devoted to God, she read the entire Bible twice.
When I say that she loved the Lord, I am being precise.
It was very painful to say goodbye when Mom's life came to an end.
When somebody came into her life, they always became her friend.

i.

Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.

ii.

An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.

iii.

We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.

iv.

As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.



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

i.

An engineer of amour
Artificer of fine craft;
Abundant in moral class.

ii.

Alongside her
Astral hierarchy;
Tis, she's mine monarchy.

iii.

Fain, I taketh her cape
Made of foreign swathe;
Mixed with Filipino grape's.

iv.

Not slave's
Unrestricted with eachother;
Messenger's to thy planet, created under the milky way's feather.

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

i.

I shalt venerate her
In all of mine hour's;
Given I was a gift
A rose budded tower.

ii.

She is aloft
The stellar scope;
Prosperous I am
With her as mine hope.

iii.

To live without her
I canst not;
Alleluia I recite
In her quintessence, her spirit I'm locked.



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

Her eye's.....

Created as if she was born with eyeliner
As God's hand's brush stroked her with
Natural universal lining upon her face.

Daughter of the creator
Messenger;
To the human race.


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

my journal was dedicated to you
a proclamation of
how i adored your smile
how your touch set me on fire
how every minute spent together left me craving
more and more and more of you
rushed scribbles
describing how your eyes searched my soul
and left me wanting nothing more than a look at yours
filled every empty space
my ink bled your praises
line upon line quote the love you claimed
pages were filled with promises you made in a drunken state
my journal was a tribute to you
a celebration of you
a monument
to you
and yours didn't even mention my name