For good, or for ill
Shalt I giveth mine life;
For good, or for ill
I shalt giveth to mine wife.
For good, or for ill
Shalt I comfort her woe's;
For good, or for ill
I shalt relax her mind, as poetry flow's.
For good, or for ill
Shalt I giveth her fill;
For good, or for ill
I shalt abode in her field's.
For good, or for ill
As slave, free, or peasant;
For good, or for ill
Tis, her amare I represent.
For good, or for ill
She's mine life's cause;
For good or for ill
We art more than real, as tis us the devil won't stop........



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

I shalt go to a place
A place that is of satefy;
A place of security
And warmth.

O', to this place
A place of different creed;
A place of seraph breed
This place hold's a holy birthing seed.

O', a divine place
With a tan tropical grace;
And on her face
Rest's cupid's and tincture's.

O', poise of all commandment's
Her law's not of men, logged on Asiatic tablet's;
Capricorn of milky way magnet's
Her love's glacé, in me, it's implanted.

O'er the rainbow summit
O'er the plateau cumulus;
O'er her lip's I flyeth
As I dive down into her splended spirit, and taketh a sip..........

Of her soul
And my;
It maketh me whole.....




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

Fullsome she maketh me, mine fere, mine lair in the onuppan Zion. Betwixt the dust of the belt of Orion, Mine Astronomer gape's the light-year's we shalt trek; The luminosity sparkle's from Sirius, the flake's of shake, disambiguation. We seeith galaxie's, nebula's, a parallel universe standing on it's hind leg's. She spread's her snowy pearly glider's, inviting she is when her flight's on fire; like a comet, blazing the black hole edge's, her cloak smoke's with her Asian hair, that leaveth **** fairy-speck smidgen's. To the sun, O' to the sun, I am warmly wrapped by her embracing spaceship; she taketh me by teleportation, to the kingdom of God, where she doth reside.


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

I don't knoweth
Where I wouldst be;
Without mine
Filipino queen.


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

I knoweth I'm in love;
Whenever mine Reyna's gone, mine thought's of her never end
I knoweth I'm in love;
When mine queen start's crying, mine soul feeleth as dying death
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I goeth to sayest one word, and mine rose completeth it
I knoweth I'm in love;
Mine eye's art shut, picturing mine lass on the side of mine waist
I knoweth I'm in love;
When it's her eye's I seeketh to look into, to tasteth her taste
I knoweth im in love;
We sing to eachother, turneth on one another, Melodie's in peace
I knoweth I'm in love;
I'll waiteth a thousand, million, billion, quadrillion, forever
I knoweth I'm in love;
She maketh me smile, laugh, happy, dance, do thing's I don't do
I knoweth I'm in love;
She's inspiring, always reminding me, of an amour so true
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I breathe, tis her breathe, every second is best, with her
I knoweth I'm in love;
With her I'm in heaven, the world I do forget, chariot of celestial's
I knoweth I'm in love;
The star's rest on her back, the moon her head, the sun her lip's
I knoweth I'm in love;
She attract's me in all way's, tis she's mine night and day, light
I knoweth I'm in love;
We art one spirit, one abode, one all, one at home
I knoweth im in love;
She alway's forgiveth me, as tis, I alway's forgiveth her
I knoweth were in love;
When she sayest back, " I loveth thee most, I sayest " ME MORE".

I knoweth I'm in love..........



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

i.

A sacrosanct barouche
On the side, a gilded cartouche;
Ourn autograph's written in, with diamonds Jewel's.

ii.

One supernatural horse
To pulleth us on the scene;
Relaxing atmosphere, one queen, and me her king.

iii.

Casting spell's upon eachother
With her voodoo, I drip into her eye's;
I tasteth her sweat, dripping in with mine.

iv.

Candle's awaiteth at home
The night-time dimly lit;
Making amare until the day break, we cuddle into ourn grip's.


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

Earl Jane
The deliverer;
Bringing heaven to earth.



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

i.

Eight thousand, four hundred and twenty four
Miles away;
I shalt waiteth a million lifetime's
To be in her arm's, tis her I crave.

ii.

Tis, I shan't never get sick of her
She alway's bringeth in the new;
Mine convivial consoler is alway's there
When I'm bleeding, feeling blue.

iii.

I canst surely count on her
Evident is her affection's;
Whence was going astray
Her glow now point's me in right direction.

iv.

So when the old serpent
Creep's his horned visage;
I knoweth mine safety, is with mine Reyna
Sweet Jane, her arm's as pinion's, her spirit from God.


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

i.

She is becoming
As she hast ameliorated mine pang's;
Her radiance is chatoyant
She melt's mine thought's, with her dusk black and wet bang's.

ii.

Her bungalow is mine own
Bucolic and historically hidden;
We're passionate in ourn dwelling
The walls brushed with ourn amour', tucked between ceiling's.

iii.

Memorabilia she keepeth
Of her childhood in a small room;
I stareth at her adolescent memory photo's
Thinking God made her on the moon.

iv.

Feeling how blessed I am
With mine Jane, neath her plume's;
Her wing's stretch out, north to south
A defense from demon crew's.

v.

A exemplar to the Almighty architect
The embodiment to all mine livelihood;
She's the road to peace, from west to east
On mine knee's I looketh to her, I kisseth her feet.

For she's mine queen...........



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

i.

Twas I, ****** into her eye's
Passed through her brain;
Into her soul
Passing in her heart, into her membrane.

ii.

And I shalt do it over
And repeat again;
And return to her spirit
Wherein the warmth never end's.


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