Her smile is a rush of a syringe; pushing deep within mine arteries, loaded. Her laugh is addictive, sedatation entereth me. I flyeth higher than any dope fix canst get. She hit's fast, quick; as her eye's art chocolate diamond's that hang on star-night string's, shiny, divined Pearl's wrapped in elegant Filipino linen of a queen. O' mine Asian dream, cometh into mine sleep and feeleth me, cometh in: the door's open, none hellion aloud to pass nor enter, just a place for us to swim. Whilst making affectionate confectionery amour' on thy foreign shore's, mantra's shalt be said as both of ourn name's art whispered: the setting sun to be the picture that goeth down as we dont stop the rolling around until dusk.




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

i.

Agone day's, I kneweth not amour' mine godly Apostle
I only understood fear, sorrow's, none outlook for tomorrow;
Though I kneweth, ourn creator wouldst send me a seraph
Twas I, was only a serf, I didn't not deserve a queen and a angel.

ii.

I never couldst discover where that secret treasure was hidden
I looked, and waited, and hoped, also hopeless on the find;
I wore mine heart on mine sleeve, waiting, waiting, none to be,
But now I do knoweth, Jehovah hadst his plan, thee: one in tan.

iii.

Yahweh tooketh away, all the substandard's and ourn past strife's
Just at his right moment, in his will, not ourn own, he made right;
He parted the sea's, and moonlit dream's, for me and thee lover
For me and thee queen, forever to be; eternally husband an wife.





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

i.

Mine admiration for her
Daily doth beam;
Hour's passeth by, with meteor shower's aloft the Sky's
I'll awaiteth a million year's for mine queen.

ii.

In mine sleep, betwixt mine dream's
No ado shalt get in between, none evil, nor fiend's;
Laughter and light, in struck night's, angel polite
Amour in flight, wherein all is right, crystal gleamed.

iii.

I'll dye the scene, a daffodil coloration
I'll be here mine sweet, I'm not leaving, I'm patient;
On other planet's, or nation's, wherever I shalt be
I promise mine lass, mine half, I'll be waiting for thee.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

ı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Sɰєєţ jѧňє;
Mıňє ɰıғє.

ıı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ ɞʟooԀ;
I sţѧʏєţһ ѧʟıνє.

ııı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ νєıň's;
I ţяѧνєʟ ţһяouɢһ.

ıν.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
O' mıňє ʟıғє;
Mıňє զuєєň so ţяuє.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl-jane-nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I want to dance with her upon the universe, as ourn amour' explodeth into;
A million
Star's.....

Thus
Stardust.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication (Filipino rose)

i.

She Abode's in the flesh
Just a short earthly extension;
She wasn't meant for this place
Another strain, from starry rain's, intimate connection's.

ii.

An intellectual, gifted at nativity
Untamed, yet maintained with life's finer qualities;
She shelter's me whilst the storm's beat upon the portal
Wing's she hath, like skyline glass, everlasting love immortal.



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

i.

In damnation
She is;
The brisk water in which mine mouth is quenched.





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

ı.

JųŞŧ ɧɛř קřɛŞɛŋĆɛ
MąҠɛŧɧ mɛ ąცŞզųąŧųٳąŧɛ;
I'm ʝųŞŧ ą קɛąŞąŋŧ
TıŞ Şɧɛ'Ş ŧɧɛ զųɛɛŋ ơʄ ŧɧɛ Şŧąř'Ş Şɧɛ ŋą۷ıɠąŧɛŞ.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (pookie) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

In the archaic agora
Stayed apothecaries, money changers, and tradesmen;
Governor's with grape stained sin's
Himation throw over's, as for women a chiton, white garb glint.

ii.

Betwixt the sea human being multitude
Were the many different Greek's, and the Grecian Jew's;
This locale was vibrant, a theatre nearby where the soldier's couldst escape from the war, whilst fighting made market new's.

iii.

A poet I was, listening to homer, and the philosopher Plato
Whilst Aristotle read marvelous novel's, whilst Aristophanes gaveth me a laugh; and Hippocrates showed me doctor's notes for the generation's to cometh and pass, Sophocles to giveth fun task.

iv.

Off in the distance was a lass not from around mine Greek land
Her skin a little darker, her eye's **** wick's, ablazed, her sheath Asiatic tan; she hadst no brand, she was not formed by any human creator, her tropical hair, swayed to the Mediterranean.

v.

She was struggling, fighting for her life from the cyclops Polyphemus, I ran quickly to her rescue, pulling out mine xiphos;
She passed out from the trauma, her pupils rolled back timeful
As I woketh her with mine poetic Lip's, giving her life, greek kiss.





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

ɨ.

Sօօռ ʍɨռɛ ʟօʋɛ
I sɦaʟt ʄaʟʟɛtɦ asʟɛɛք;
Aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ, ʏɛs ɖʀɛaʍ
Tɦat tɦօʊ աɛʀɛ ռɛxt tօ ʍɛ.


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©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ,քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ