i.

Daily, she summon's me
To her banquet of love;
As tis we shalt announce
A wedding with dove's.

ii.

The ivory creature's
Shalt be released from her Palm's;
I always readeth her hand's
They telleth of the future, and God above.

iii.

Preordained we were
Made for eachother we art;
The celestial recorded ourn name's
Written in the star's.

iv.

As tis, we shalt not part
In life, nor in death;
Whilst the world shalt end
I shalt holdeth her hand's, completed, blessed.



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

i.

I push her against the door
Passionate shove;
I'm wearing a whitened dress shirt
A striped black vest, primeval musk.

ii.

I grabbeth her by her waist
Fashioned spectacles upon her countenance;
She pulleth hard mine blonde lock's of hair
A woman now, releasing her innocence.

iii.

Her balmy breathe, variegated with mine
I trickle around her neck, kissing around her spine;
Mine alleviating rim's, wetten's down to her toes
Starting at her top, I kiss front, back, her dialect purely moaned.

iv.

The ambience was intensified
Tis we went astray, into eachother's eye's;
Whilst the firmament went asunder
Planet earth shook, the sheet's pulled us under.

v.

We struggle just for air
As ourn bodie's sucketh the sweat;
Mine nail's grippeth her frame
A night we shan't forget.




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

Locketh me up
Throw me in prison:
I'm in love dear sir
Oh didn't I mention?



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

Verse 1-
Up upon
Mount malindang;
In the cloud's
Where cherub's play.

In your arm's
In your arm's;
I shalt rest.

Verse 2-
In your dream's
Far away;
I will come
Up though my grave.

You have saved me
You have saved me;
From death..

Verse 3-
Our chariots
Sky high;
No more tears queen
Do no cry.

Amour
Est la r'eponse
Pour nous.

Chorus 1-
Sommeil, sommeil
Sommeil, reine
Sommeil, sommeil
Mon reine.

Sommeil, sommeil
Sommeil, Mon rever;
Sommeil, sommeil
Mon rever.

Verse 4-
Where your strung
Upon the cross;
I'll take you down
And feel your cuts.

I'll take your holes
I'll take your holes;
And your thorns.

Verse 5-
In the fire's
That you've been burned;
I'll be the water
That you yearn.

I'll quench you
I'll protect you;
My dove.

Verse 6-
In hell
And in the pit;
For you
My life I give.

For you to sleep
Peacefully;
Tonight....

Chorus once more...

Then some adding the end.... Lol

As mine essence went
Out of mine body;
It went up to heaven
Inside of mine Queen's heart.



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

Mine reyna
Mine soul;
If I don't awaketh tommorrow
I'll seeith thee, in the angel grove.

Mine Jane
Mine sweet;
If the next day don't cometh
At the fountain we'll meet.

Mine lampway
To God;
If this spirit leaveth at dusk
I'll be watching aloft.

Mine queen
Mine soulmate;
I wanted to thanketh thee
For being mine protector, and mate.

Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane

I loveth thee
Me more.......



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

She is the sweetest
The loveliest
The warmest
The kindest
Person I'll ever know

Who never wavered
In the weirdest
In the craziest
In the wildest
Moods and rotten days

Who holds my hand
In the the darkest
In the scariest
In the toughest
Times I've ever faced.

She dives the deepest
She goes the furthest
She fights the fiercest
Holds out the longest
For her prince and princesses.

That's why she is
The angriest
And the maddest
And the saddest
When I keep settling
For less than best.

She cheers me on
With a smile that is the brightest
With a love so selfless
With support so endless
That never changes
In every rise and every fall

When everything is hopeless
Her faith is the biggest
Still so fearless
Points to the Greatest
Who is the Reason for it all

She cries the hardest
She hurts the deepest
She's the most imperfect
The most human person I know

Still I'm using all the superlatives
Because she deserves the best
She's my mom
And I love her so.

After all the years of service
Your mom deserves a rest
It's her turn to be the princess
And remind her that she's
The sweetest
The kindest
The loveliest
The warmest
The noblest
And that in all these years so tireless
Countless lives were touched and blessed.

Here is
a journal,
a pen.
Here are
blank pages.
Here is
the ink.
Here is
a story;
Chapter one
begins.

What kind of stories
will forever be
written
cherished
remembered
in indelible ink?

May they be beautiful;
may they be bright.
May they be read by many,
Inextenguishable light

written by a
steady Hand:
strong
majestic
sure
loving
sealed by the King,
signed by the Dad.

I kneweth when God saidst
Let there be light;
He wouldst sendeth an angel to me
It was Jane in the night.


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