Tis the lightbulb went out
The sanctuary's gone dim
Mine vitality ****** from under me
Hell grabbed be in its abyss;

The burning is underneath me
Henceforth burning mine lashes
Mine screaming canst not be heard
Mine liquid fired to Ashes....

Mine bulbed lenses
Singe inside mine sockets
Buck naked for all to see
No shirt, sleeves , nor pocket's.....

Just agony of death,
Clinching it's underworld teeth
Until I saw an entity
Put the life back into me....

This same lass bypassed
The portway to anubis
She hadst taken broken bone and glass
Just to deliver me from Satan's whip....

She tooketh me from crevasse gulf
She granted me just one wish
I wished I couldst serveth her the rest of mine day's
And from her to get one kiss....


She saidst thy wish shalt be granted
And she pecked me on mine cheek
Leaving angelic dust Mark's
As tis mine legs went weak....

Mine health returned to me
One hundred fold in a flash,
She crossed the lines of hell
Just so mine life couldst last....

So now I go
Unto her throne,
And sing for her as her muse
And when she's down,
I cometh around,
And play her romance tunes......


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa  Angelica dedication

she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .

Even though I'm a beastly undeserving human being,
I was still overly privileged,
For God to send me a sublime queen....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

When she taketh on all the pain and all the hurt from the world,
Her tears art mine night time....

Whenever she smileth and canst be that little Spanish happy girl,
Her happiness is mine daylight divine...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

How god?
Why God?
How is it thou hast sent me an angelic being whom I don't even deserve?
How is it god, thou hast sent me one unknown to this earth?
How is it God? When I'm the monster, and she is a holy scepter scultped by thine own hands.......
How is it God, thou hath sent me one, a being of light when I'm the sinful one....
How is it father?
Because she deserves better than me!!!
Didst thou send her to the wrong one???
Why didst thou chooseth a peasant Greek?
Though I'm not complaining!!!!!!
I'm more than verily blessed...
I promise God to treat her,
As an angel with every last breathe !!!!

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

She sayeth that I am her beauty
And tis she is mine beast,
NO!!!!!

More like I am her beast,
As tis
She is mine
                    BEAUTY who I don't even deserve.....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

Day by day
I feeleth less decay
Because of mine love
Because mi amour',

Night by night
Mine heart only enlarges
Im madly for her
Her love to me is priceless

Second by second
Hour by hour
Mine amare for her groweth
As if a budding flower.....

Year after year I waited for mine queen
Past life lovers, meeting once again.
And she feeleth as the beast, though I'm really that beast...
She is the beauty, the reina of mine angelic feast...

And as she goes through tough times
I shalt be her sweet,
When she muddies her toe's in mistakes
I shalt wipeth with oil and myrrh upon her feet....

And on her forehead I shalt kiss her
And leave mine saliva peck,
Mine love to be left as traces
From mine kisses upon her neck....

And when the evil creepeth in her life
I shalt taketh her Downfall's and maketh her mine wife,
In dying days and living and good bad and right
I shalt maketh her anew, and maketh her wings taketh flight....

I shalt mail her heartfelt word's
By mine poetic hand,
They shalt arrive at her door
By speedfast demand....

And when she read's mine soul on paper
She shalt knoweth how I feel,
For this I've been waiting for her
I shalt maketh all of her dream's real...


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©Elsa Angelica dedication

She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,

She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....

She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......

She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)

She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...

Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...

And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him. 
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry