As tis I walked the wood's
Alone and afraid;
I hath found a honeycomb
As the honey drips, from mine sweet Jane.




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

i.

heretofore bygone week's
Tis I was layden in mine outgoing's;
Incapacitated, mine feet's step's unknowing.

ii.

Dolor rolled as Boulder's
Down mine emptied innard's;
Jinn filled with hate and sin, tooketh over.

iii.

They tried to possesseth me
And diluteth me by their fear's;
They scratched, and bit, all didst spit
Yet mien reine reigned in by chariot flares.

iv.

Mount Mayon, in southern Luzon
Volcanoe's surround her citadel;
She snatched me from the barbarian's
In heaven, whence in hell.

v.

Manila in the concentrate
Between the thickness of it all;
Is where mine rose, her face didst gloweth
Her virtue's were one, of the prophet's and high law.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/hari/soulmates

i.

On the aisle of Clarin, misamis occidental
Attentive i hadst becometh, ashore a chaste purity;
I kneweth her, she's been waiting for me.

ii.

Afore in the jungle's, wherein ourn touch hath connected
Aloft in the starry nebula's, whence when Pharaoh's directed;
Yet me and mine wild child, were streaming banner's of feral.

iii.

Althedish Hieroglyph's told of ourn second coming
Ourn craft was as in Ezekiel's time, circle's inside circle's;
We illuminated beshowing, towering ticking with none time.

iv.

No custom to be payed, for we art not slave's
I've waited this long, for mine queen of the shade;
I shalt rest with her, on the aisle of Clarin, risking, daring.



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

I walked inside
This beautiful place;
Of yellow and gold.

Tis this place was
Made of energy;
And loving glow.

Whilst inside
I felt it's pain;
Tis I tooketh her stripes, inside this place.

It was mine Reyna's
Soul;
Of God.

I was in the central
Station;
Of her spiritual loft.

Asiatic plaster
Trimmed;
Resplendent awe.

I painted the ceiling's
With mine heart;
Letter's of love.

It tasted of mango
Within;
Succulent.

She cleaned mine sin
I shalt never leaveth her, not even in mine end;
As tis beyond death, I shalt still abode with her.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate

Home?
Why shouldst I goeth home queen?
When I'm already home
Thou art mine only abode.



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

Just the
Thought of
Her turneth
Me on;
Now that
Is strong.


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

I was blind
But now canst seeith;
Because mine Jane
Of whom I needeth.


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

I tried to be the best peasant
As I bowed to mine Queen;
Then she lifted me up
She crowned me her king.





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

When I looketh into
Mine reyna's Asiatic telescope marble's
I canst seeith, all of God's creation;
And all the time I seeith
Shooting stars
Passeth by
As the comos
Is full
Of life.




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

There's a Ripple in the Sky
Because you never even tried
To impress those who belittled you.