A plush Spanish cena I shalt cook for her
As Flambeau's shalt light her strand's
A Greek wine to pour from mine ancestry,
Made from ourn lip's of grape juice secretion....





© Brandon nagley & (lonesome poets poetry) owner (:

By morning her depression haunt's her
By midday boredom gets her
So the mall she pays a visit...
And night the bookstore calleth her,
As she gets lost in her dream's
Whilst reading strange novels
And romantic things....

She stay's and read's for hour's
Fixed with her eyes glued
Forgetting the world behind her
She's a serpahim stuck in global noose...
As tis she leaveth
The book palace and goes to the park,
She sits in her car reading
Poem's on H.P by lonely heart's...
As tis this moment shes not lonesome
She stareth at her moon.
All her daily sorrow's
Art gone in her orb so true...
Though tis she still thinketh of me
In the back of her mind,
I'm just glad when she responds to me
To telleth me she is mine!!!!!!
As mine heart doth flutter
To a happiness of sweet divine....




©Brandon nagley ( lonesome poet's poetry)

See
I'm just a lonesome peasant at the Spanish castle door
Hungry for food, thirsty for her decor
Her Spanish hillside resides in a place I shalt not speaketh
( secrecy I vow to keepeth)
As tis her door is adorned in Luna illumination,
Amour's central station..........

As she seeith me beseech her
For her Latin sheek
Mine legs get heavied
Mine extremities goeth week

Mine breathing goes faint
Mine eye's rolleth back
Then she taketh me in
Upon her reina love shack

Inside her abode
Is decorated by orb painting scene's
Her thought's stuck on poetry
As her words art her dreams....

She's realism to me
And a fantasy as well
Though tis I think to mineself
( truly she is all real)

For she feeleth me
As I feeleth her to
Nothing couldst ever separate
Two mi amour's so true,

For as I left her house
I found a little secret
Her second casa
Nest's beyond a martian surface.......

For I went there
For when she shalt cometh
For she doesn't knoweth
That I'll replace her plastic gnome in her garden on Mars,
With mine own self to showeth ...

She always telleth me
Baby
Just goeth with the floweth.

Baby looketh at me,
I'm flowing
I'm flowing
I'm flowing......

Now watch mine poetry flow
Ha ha ha....

Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!

I must be honest with thee
If I couldst not write for mine queen
I wouldst not know.......

Where I wouldst be!!!!

She's a poetic of H.P
An addict best believe
Waketh at night to get her fill
3 am to read those thrills
She says to me (I'm going to bed)
Most of the time
Yet wakes instead
***
As I said
An addicted fien
Loving poems of H.P
Though tis I'm her
Tis she's me
Tis she's mine
Though tis she's free
Tis she's fine
The finer decor
Spanish album
Of music stores
Starbucked ******
To get her fix
She waketh up
SHE NEED'S IT QUICK
Yet also for me she sticks
Around all day
She say's she is not obsessed
Though one should seeith mine way
For she's hooked
On me that is
She doth know
I'm her Mr
She's mine Mrs
For this is short and simply funnily sweet
She's mine queen
Of candy treats
As tis she knows
This is pure fun
I loveth mi amour'
Mine choosen one...

This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow

I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room

Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt

I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette

To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....

I cognized fully in all awareness
Coming across her open page
I was apperceiving in the moment,
That twas her I sought long many lifeyears ago...

I kneweth from old
As she still question's what's all to cometh?
I kneweth before her,
We were mirror souls of heaven's hummus...

As tis
She wilt not yet fully understandeth
I was a watchmen from beyond
It's her  love again I demandeth..

I say her love again
Due to the fact we learned eachother before,
Before the foundation of thy world
She was mine mi amour!!!!

As she still is
I'm here to guideth her again,
She trust's noone
Yet for me she shalt in the end...

Because in the end
We shalt seeith the stars tumble
And earth dissapear
Yet like before
For mine mi amour,

Again I shalt be near.....

So shed thy tear, oh scholar of mine writing's
So thou canst see what true amare is,
It's me and her
Against the world
Treking and nomadic
To venue's gone amiss...

But its I who awaiteth again for her everything
As tis patience they sayeth is key,
Guess I'll just haveth to keepeth waiting
For mine spain-moon-beam-queen !!!!!

To maketh Love
Under her moon
With mi amour' wouldst be a fine tune,
For we shalt be breaking news
On every news station.
The reporters
Wouldst cometh
Wherein mine cosmos magnetic field and her moons gravity....

Wouldst knock earth off its axis!!