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brandon nagley Jul 2015
Je vais lui envoyer tous les miens amour 'de onciale, en les faisant flotter dans une bouteille sur la rivière, tous les jours ça me fait peur elle va disparaitre, parce que quotidiennement pour son cœur de la mine groweth plus grand, et tout mon coeur devient plus gros, la mienne âme soupire pour elle de plus, je ne l'ai jamais senti ce sentiment, que pour le mien vie passée mi amour '... Alors, quand la bouteille atteint aux rivage, et quand elle picketh il, je prayeth pour obtenir une bouteille de retour, dans laquelle son amour doth remplir jusqu'à .... et si elle ne reçoivent pas l'amour mienne bouteille remplie, je flottais en descendant le fleuve, je seras floateth mineself bas cette rivière, même si je dois essayer de noyer pour la reine mienne .... et si cette bouteille don 't vient à terre, le corps au moins mine, elle saura que, si tous ces poèmes ne montre pas, pour moi tis amour pour elle était réel
(  french dialect)

( English translated)

I'll send her all mine amour' uncial's, by floating them in a bottle down the river, daily it scares me she's gonna dissapear, because daily for her mine heart groweth bigger, and whilst mine heart gets bigger, mine soul longeth for her more, I've never felt this feeling, only for mine past life mi amour'... So when the bottle reacheth the shore, and when she picketh it up, I prayeth to get a bottle back, wherein her love doth fill it up....and if she don't get mine love filled bottle, I floated down the stream, I shalt floateth mineself down that river, even if I have to drown trying for mine queen ....and if that bottle don't cometh to shore, at least mine body will, than she'll know, if all these poems didn't show, for tis mine love for her was real....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry....
If you don't know what a uncial is its this because I used word uncial in poem lol its a letter handwritten note same thing (:

of or written in a majuscule script with rounded unjoined letters that is found in European manuscripts of the 4th–8th centuries and from which modern capital letters are derived.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Shes simply.....

****
Sweet
A delight
Heavens treat...
A cherub,
A serpahim,
A chariot
Of heavens plum....
A cheribum,
A reader,
An angel
Past life soulmate and mine greeter...
One of woes
And stressed
Worries
She invests in...
Thinketh to much just as me
For tis I'm her,
For we art free.
She's unbound to worldly knowing
She's her own show...
Halo on her head
Close thine eyes when she glows!!!
Though open thy eye's
When thou want to seeith,
Everything heàven offer's
She healeth me when I bleedeth...
She's, mine
Mi amour
Mi amare
Mine child
So fair,
Alluring
Appealing,
Charming
Dazzling,
Delicate
Delightful
­Elegant, fragile
Insightful,
Helper
Of others,
Sister
Lonely
As her feathers...
She hast wing's
She flappeth them at night.
When her moon cometh out
Her worries turn bright.
Gorgeous
Graceful
Giving
Unwasteful,
Marvelous
Pleasing
M­aketh me wait
She's teasing
Splendid
Stunning
Superb
Poetic words of her's art flowing and running.....
She turneth me on
She maketh me see
Everything I wanted before
In a lost boys dreams...
Though I've told thee
I kneweth her from lightyears away,
When wilt she maketh me hers?
I guess I'll have to wait ..
Though I'm not patient,
For her I shalt be....
Because that's true love...
Waiting on thee......


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
..
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Whilst everyone leaveth her
By herself and alone...

I shalt not walketh away
For she is mine home...

And without that abode
I haveth no foundation,

For amour' is made by spirit.
Not human translation!!!

As the translating hast been hidden
From mankind...

Yet we art not them
Not thy own kind....

We were sent here
To teacheth thee grace....

The world we've become disgusted to,
As thou hath killed thine own race...

Yet with her I am im in place
Smiling she maketh me daily....

I couldst never walketh away
From mine cheribum baby!!!!


                           ©brandon nagley-
                           ©lonesome poets poetry
I keep forgetting I gotta start copy writing mine work since had one take one of mine poems already ugh don't wanna go through work copy writing all oh well if you steal poem from me at least use it for your loved one you wanna woo lol
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A standstill!!!!

The planet's spinning out of control!!!

Mistaken identities are non friendly!!!

A false temple shalt be erected
The saviors ressurected
For didn't thou heareth?

No more sadness
No more tears
To famish a costly spirit!!!

Open murderer's
Wilt **** with a smile
The land of the old
And persecution's trials

Wilt shake!!!!!

Trembled cake!!!

No layers of good taste!!!

A volcanic comeback
For all to see,
As the fish and the trees
Come to their boil!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
He broke her innocent barrier
Now she can't get enough
She's addicted,
Shhh...
Secret stuff
();;;
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Misty hair
Of angels fair
Cimmerian astrals
To kings and empress's
Slaves to eachother
For as god to be the watchmen

Snow white
Of Spain
Calling
Her king again
Shy
But as for him
All open
In back door hush-hush
For their marble's meet
In focus!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Cold chills
Shed through
The sick move
In most nonchalant of ways

Time here seems to hold itself
In most futile sickest of bays

How beautiful
Are the smiling faces
When they shalt appear

Some move faraway
Some destitute
To stay here

What dont they tell thou
When thou arriveth
To this castlenest boutique?

That worries wilt go far
What awaits thou
Are the pukenend sheets!!!

Disillusion thy own party goers
Thy touch
Hast been lost to moonshine elliptical

And thy stones of divers toss!!!

Shruggers are raider like
Craters are from no advice
Wherein viking critics
Are systematically nice!!!!

Entertaining wilers
Are subject to falsifications own Warden!!!

All receipted
All burden
To clear away
The memories
Thou once forgot!!!

Now remember
Remember all those difficult ways
Thou once knew!!!

Burdenful crimegivers,

Thou masked conviction
And shrew!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A weary face stares back at us all
Giants grow tall
Where the small minded are casted!!!

All concepts to be trapped in
Our man made prisons!!!

Such derision is unanswered!!

The garden men and planters
Make grow all thou conceives today
Love seekers to slaves,
What's the difference in its core?

Some cry out for extras
While Heartbreakers take more!!!!

More of nothing left
A thief to every theft
A liar per every aching tongue!!!!

Unappeasable audiences
Bookies seek out bondmaids
For their own completion!!!!

So cunning
To these lust cumulaters!!!!

Electrode pulses
Bypass what's become of us,
Eristic flumes
Travel fluctuating rooms
Wherein keyholes haveth no fit

Acidic spit
Lines the dried out mouth's
They gaze
They count

But add nothing to their foulard writings!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
These graffiti walls lead us down hallways where grown men and young are both so alike, down to the oasis, Wherein brothers are nameless,
Yet still shalt save thy life!!!

Where grown men cry
To prison lullabies
Where tears are stream of joy!!!

Approached by staff
As thou wilt feel cut in half
Yet their love thou won't avoid

How lovely are all thy souls
Thou blue wearing sharades,
I look to all the strength
As thou shalt all wake
To turn another page!!!

I'll seeith thou at the oasis
In such a holiday time like this,
Wherein handshakes are welcome
Loneliness goes unspoken
But thy brother shalt clean thine own dish!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Broken communication
Between two lovers
Comes in silently

When the other one walks away..

Yet,
Whilst I see it happen to others

It all could of been avoided
They could have just listened to another!!!
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