Im living, im alive
I'm fearless, with her by mine side.

I seeith all
Through her eye's.

With her i seeith god and christ
With her im given, eternal life.

I'm marveling
Bowing to mine feet.

Mine brow looketh toward's her
Tear's drop on knee's.

Not tear's of sorrow
Not shedding water from pain.

These art tear's
Because all of mine year's.

I'll be soo happy living life with her
Eternally.

So graced i am
O',so graced.

Given to me, was mine Messiah's own queen
messenger seraphim, to mankind, to the human race.

And whilst i first got a taste of her amour
I'm stuck, im ******, into her chalice of asian shore's.

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

i.

She is mine guide
The light that shine's;
Upon the luminescence
Of the great divide.


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

i.

Mine being
Mine breath;
Mine brio
Mine best.

ii.

Mine esprit
Mine verve;
Mine sentience
Mine healing herb.

iii.

Mine impulse
Mine vivacity;
Mine vitality
Mine Filipino pure goddess recipe.

iv.

Mine tower
Of hope;
Mine Cosmos
Telescope.

v.

Mine earl
Mine Jane;
Mine Mrs nagley
With thee I am one, with thee we art twain.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/mine life dedication

I shalt bedight her in Accretion formation, to thy earth she's a patron; bringing a missive from planetary space station's. The string's of Constellation's holdeth up her finger's, as she tint's the empyrean with yellow petal's. Her cosmic ray's woo and spray mine heart with Extragalactic feeling. Her wing's stretch high to ceiling's; whilst her plumage safeguard's mine worrie's. She's the entity of the heavenly father's beginning stories; O' sweet glory, O' marvelous glory, how thou hath given me a wonder dear God, thou hast given me the land with golden street's, inside the palm of mine tired hand's. O', how blessed I am. O', how blessed I am. For thou hath sent me Asiatic Jane, messenger to man.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose

i.

She hath given me a home
Sent by God she was;
Unearthly, to men unknown.

ii.

She hath breathed the breathe
Of life;
Wherein all is right.

iii.

She showeth me day
In mine dismay;
She's the sparkle to me, at night.


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

Forever we shalt be
King and queen;
Mine Reyna, mine soul
Mine sweet Jane nagley.


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

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.

Many Creation's ago
Throughout the time of the great bolide;
The Chromosphere flashed, unearthly tide's

ii.

Streak's glitzed the sky's
Hell underneath shook;
The lord brought me and Jane together, Gaveth us Bible's as book

iii.

I shalt not leaveth her
In this time of great travail;
We shalt be called up, the word's " cometh hither" shalt be mailed


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

Betwixt the Alloquy
Of me and Reyna Jane's tongue's;
Spilleth out the astrology, aloft the moon and the sun.

God shalt unite us
In the new life;
Of the next.

Thither the peace coming
The fountain's shalt be running;
With Christ's aura of his mightiness.

The world's now faltering
Forward star's to hit this dune;
Annular mushroom cloud's, as well from man's nuclear doom.

As china faileth, and the State's of America fumble
I'm ready to go, so queen do knoweth;
The stock's art about to jumble.

Look high, mine love
To ourn creator above;
Trumpet's art about to be blown.

The celestial's art heavy
Ourn universal levee;
Is broken, so clingeth to me mine dove.



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

i.

I slumbereth inside her soul
Whilst I glory amongst her gold;
There art treasure's there of old
As Angel's singeth hymn's of solomon.

ii.

Her spirit to me is a guide
Her eye's I sinketh in, slide;
From her Filipino Tagalog
I'll taketh a celestial ride.

iii.

Calm I am with her ambience
Embalmed I am, in her gladness;
I shalt swimmeth across the isthmus
To reacheth her, in the Asiatic distance.

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