i.

In the chamber, acoustic amour',
Me and mine Jane, sweet Jane
Mi amour';

ii.

Aeonian existence, never to depart
Thee mine Reyna, and me thine Hari,
quintessence, perfection of heart's;

iii.

Eidolon's, Effulgent in tight-knit grace
I kiss thy forehead, before ourn slumber;
Number's hath none meaning, in God's holy place.

iv.

I'll wrap mine leg's,
Over thy hips, as mine hand
Traces thine face; leaving mine
Print's, as I commit, to
Marriage of celestial race.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

i.

In the land of syzygy
In ourn demesne;
Brandon Nagley
Jane sleeping.

ii.

King and Queen
A castle's leaping;

iii.

Creature's peeking
Through keyhole lock's;
The river of life
between ourn thought's.

iv.

Hand's held tight
Soulmate finger's locked;
The castle's amour'
Echoes paranormal clock's.




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

She writeth mellifluous calligraphy
When she speaketh in her mother tongue;
She's ineffable, irresistible,
Tis, she's mine chosen one.
                                                Her kaleidoscopic ambience
pirouettes around mine being, heaven's own, the most beautiful soul; O' how I'm blessed with this queen.

Supine I layeth, looking aloft mine glimpse, a brightness flashed, in Asian sash, turtle shell's around her hips.

At that moment, I hadst an epiphany, I was finally living, to God I owed thanksgiving, for this archangel he hadst sent to me.



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

ɨ.

Laʍɛռtɛɖ, օռċɛ ɖɨɖ I, I ɦatɦ ɛxքɛʀɨɛռċɛɖ tʀaռsfiguration, tɦʀօʊɢɦ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟʍatɛ's ɢʟօա; օռċɛ աas a sʊċҡʟɨռɢ, ռօա tɨs ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛɮʟօօɖ's աɦօʟɛ.

ɨɨ.

Tɦօʊɢɦ ʍaռʏ ʍɨʟɛs, sɛքɛʀatɛtɦ օʊʀռ ɮɛɨռɢs, I ҡռօաɛtɦ օռɛ ɖaʏ, I sɦaʟt ɢʀasք ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ. Aռɖ աɦɛռ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt's aʀt ʟօռɛʟʏ ɨռɖɛɛɖ, I'ʟʟ ʟօօҡɛtɦ at ɦɛʀ քɨċtʊʀɛ's օռ ʍɨռɛ աaʟʟ's I'ʟʟ ċʟɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Tɨs, tɦɨs ɨs ʟօʋɛ, աaɨtɨռɢ ʍaռʏ ʟɨʋɛs, tօ ɮɛ աɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ sաaɨռ, ɮɛʟօʋɛɖ aռɖ աɨʄɛ; I ɖօռt ċaʀɛtɦ աɦat ɨt taҡɛs, I'ʟʟ ɢɛt tօ tɦɛɛ ʍɨռɛ Jaռɛ, ɨʄ ɨt taҡɛtɦ a ʍɨʟʟɨօռ sօʀʀօա's, օʋɛʀ aռɖ օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ.

ɨʋ.

Vɛʀɨʟʏ, O' ʋɛʀɨʟʏ, tɨs tɦɨs aʄʄɛċtɨօռ ɨs ʋɛʀɨʟʏ tʀʊɛ, I'ʟʟ ʟօʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ, ɨռ ɖɛatɦ ɮɛʏօռɖ tօ, sօ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ ɦօʊʀ's tɦat աɛʀɛ ռօt tօɢɛtɦɛʀ ɨռ tɦɛ ʄʟɛsɦ, aաaɨtɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass, tastɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ քօɛtʀʏ's ɮʀɛatɦ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ ʊռʟɨҡɛ tɦɛ ʀɛst, օʊʀռ aʍօʊʀ' sɦaʟt ռօt ɖɛքaʀt, tɦʏ ҡɨռɢ ɨs ɦɛʀɛ ʟass, ɦatɦ ռօռɛ ʄɛaʀ ʟass, ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɖaʏ sɦaʟt ċօʍɛtɦ աɦɛռ օʊʀn Lɨք's tօʊċɦ at ʟast.



©Bʀàռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©ɛaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ

i.

When all else faileth
I'll be there;
When this soul shalt leaveth
I'll be there;
When thou feeleth numb
I'll be there;
When this heart succumb's
I'll be there.

ii.

When thou feeleth empty
I'll fill thee up;
When there's not plenty
I'll giveth thee all I hath left,
More than enough.

iii.

When I'm sick and anguished
I'll giveth thee mine breath's;
When I'm dying and famished
I'll bringeth life into thine chest.
When the pain's overloaded
And distance is to much;
I shalt still hold on
To think of thy touch;
When thine eyesight gets blinded
And thine hearing starts to fail,
I shalt giveth thee mine eye's
And ears to heareth,
Musical detail's; and when the thunder roll's,
And the lightning strikes the land
I'll still be waiting amour',
For those valiant wedding plan's.
Because we wilt dance
In this life and the next
Eternal soulmate's
Living eternal life's best.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

When her soul's in pain
Verily I bleed;
Tis because we art soulmates
Soulmates indeed.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Tis, she is,
The rose
Without Thorn's.

She wrapped
Mine heart;
In petal's adorned.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( dedication)-Filipino rose

i.

Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight
I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night;
Do not be frightened, do not fright,
I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave.

ii.

Cometh here rayna, into mine glow
Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul;
I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living,
But now I am here,spiritually breathing.

iii.

Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia
I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas;
Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine
I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair,
No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's.

iv.

Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door
That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be.
I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday;
Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's.


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

Robust, in her
I trust; in amour'
Not lust, do I giveth
Thanks to thee O' God.
I'm a seed in her pod,
Getting the sustenance
That deriveth from her light
Source, inside the Church of her spirit's
Porch, wherein stardust lurks, as do lightning lovestruck-rod's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i.

Floret of the zenith,
Shower down upon
Me; with thine arm's
Wrap and garb me,
With a diadem
Hemmed
As a rose
Petal's
Stem.

ii.

Lass, of mine desire.
There's a shimmer aside
The fire; ourn silhouettes
Trace ourn love's attire,
I calleth thee Reyna, as
I heareth the whisper
"Sire", I gently kiss
Thine hand; we tire.
Falling asleep, in ourn
Dream's, with thee I squire.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)