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brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Into mine soul
Into mine soul;
Lieth mine Reyna
Mine amare, mine abode.

ii.

Into mine head
Into mine head;
Lieth mine sunshine
The one I've awoken to, from the dead.

iii.

Into mine spirit
Into mine spirit;
I commendeth mine pneuma
Into her Filipino chariot.

iv.

Into mine death
Into mine death;
I shalt be renewed
By her every last breathe.

v.

Into heaven
Into heaven;
Awaiteth mine angel
I shalt be her minstrel.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

I push her against the door
Passionate shove;
I'm wearing a whitened dress shirt
A striped black vest, primeval musk.

ii.

I grabbeth her by her waist
Fashioned spectacles upon her countenance;
She pulleth hard mine blonde lock's of hair
A woman now, releasing her innocence.

iii.

Her balmy breathe, variegated with mine
I trickle around her neck, kissing around her spine;
Mine alleviating rim's, wetten's down to her toes
Starting at her top, I kiss front, back, her dialect purely moaned.

iv.

The ambience was intensified
Tis we went astray, into eachother's eye's;
Whilst the firmament went asunder
Planet earth shook, the sheet's pulled us under.

v.

We struggle just for air
As ourn bodie's sucketh the sweat;
Mine nail's grippeth her frame
A night we shan't forget.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her smile always smooth's
Mine tear's;
If I dieth tommorrow
Me and her wilt still liveth on, an eternity of year's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
brandon nagley Aug 2015
When mine Queen's tear's cometh down
I feeleth the rain, pouring from the cloud's;
When mine queen seeketh not to be alive
Mine soul sink's, drown's as I die.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
As a blanket
Her hair swaddle's me;
As the universe serape's
The pinlight's of God.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Mine Filipino rose
Didst thou knoweth;
When thou art gone
Mine worry doth showeth.

ii.

Mine Filipino rose
Doth thou understand;
I'll waiteth for thee
Forever to be, in thine arm's and hand's.

iii.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine angelic being of glow;
Meeteth me at the show
In the kingdom of ourn endearment abode.

iv.

Mine Filipino rose
When thou art not near;
Mine stresses and mine fear's
Bringeth sorrow and tear's.

v.

Mine Filipino rose
As thou knoweth, we aren't an illusion;
We art conspicuous in ourn fusion
Forgiveth the jealous one's of their intrusion's.

Mine Filipino rose..........................


I loveth thee more, mine Reyna......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I shalt bite her bottom lip
Whilst Pulling her closer;
She shalt melteth at her hip's
Smoke coming from her tongue, as if a long term smoker.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Her eye's, Asian heaven's
Her hair, universal obsidian;
She camouflage's in the mountain's
An Asiatic goddess chameleon.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.

Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.

Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.

Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.

Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.

Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.

Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.

Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.

Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
slaver means saliva in old tongue for you who don't know (:
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.



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