Pнyѕιcally ιn eхтreмιѕ
Iғ тoмorrow'ѕ мιne laѕт;
I'll вe waтcнιng over тнee laѕѕ.


©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeт'ѕ poeтry
©Earl Jane nagley dedιcaтed-Fιlιpιno roѕe

ɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt ʍɨռɛ ɮʀɛatɦs aʀt ʄaɖɨռɢ
Stɨʟʟ ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛ, tօ ʍɨռɛ աɨʄɛ;
Tօ ɦɛʀ I'ʍ ɖɛɖɨċatɨռɢ.

ɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt tɦɛ Sʊռsɦɨռɛ's ʟɛaʋɨռɢ
Mɨռɛ sօʊʟ ɨs ɮʀɨɢɦt;
Aռɖ tɦʀօʊɢɦ tɦɛ ռɨɢɦt, I'ʟʟ ɮɛ sɨռɢɨռɢ aʍօʊʀ' ʀɛքɛatɨռɢ.

ɨɨɨ.

Aʟɮɛɨt sօօռ I sɦaʟt sʊċċʊʍɮ
Rɛstɛtɦ tɦɨռɛ ɦɛaɖ, I aʍ ռօt ɖɛaɖ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ I ʟɨʋɛtɦ ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦɛɛ
Mɨռɛ ċɦօsɛռ օռɛ.

I tɦaռҡɛtɦ tɦɛɛ
Fօʀ tɦɨռɛ ʟօʏaʟtʏ;
Aռɖ aʟʟ օʄ tɦɨռɛ
Caʀɛ.

Jʊst ɮɛċaʊsɛ
Aʄtɛʀ ʍɨռɛ ɖɛatɦ
I աօռ't ɮɛ sɛɛռ;
Dօtɦ ռօt ʍɛaռ ʍɨռɛ sքɨʀɨt աօռ't ɮɛ ɦɛʀɛ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ Jaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ-Fɨʟɨքɨռօ rose

i.

At the fore of the gateway
Precious stone's exhibited;
Her beauty and grace.

ii.

A crystal shined gold
Floweth from her soul;
Mine soulmate of heaven's place.

iii.

From her feet
To her waist;
A wine of jasper grape's.

iv.

Inside her ambience rested
Sapphire, chalcedony
Emerald, sardonyx
Sardius, chrysolite
Beryl, topaz,
Chrysoprasus,
Jacinth,
Amethyst.

v.

I was awestruck
God gaveth me unadulterated holiness;
I am verily hooked
To mine queen, mine Jane, mine happiness.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

i.

Society keepeth their amour' in a box
Hidden, unrevealed, secretive, locked;
Me and mine Jane, shalt be open as a flame,
As on mine knee's I peck upon her toe's;
Again and again.

ii.

In the midday hour's when her back and neck get's sore
Mine fingertip's shalt caresseth her epidermis;
With sultry emollient, from her head to her feet.
I rubbeth in deep, as tis she shalt falleth asleep
As the best massage she's ever hadst,
Put's her into a trance in mine hold:
In peace she slumbereth,
Into a romantic kingdom
Stacked with ourn affection's gold.

iii.

Over an hour-plus thirty minute's,
Mine sweaty Palm's art tender;
Though it was all worth it
To mine queen mine soul surrendered;
Entering in her shuteye, I entered in locking ourn leg's, head's, arm's: closely cuddling-pillow's feathered.
Here at this moment, nothing else in the world mattered.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Indispensable thou art to mine skeleton's well being, O' Jane doth thou even knoweth thou art mine everything; promise do I Earl, mine pearl of the China divided briny; I seeith thee afar, yet thou art so close, into mine spirit thine ardor is shining. I'm high on thine ***** wilderness, I loveth thine wild untamed way's; thou art undomesticated, not caged, not the average "norm", thou art mine mate, mine consort, not just some woman- THOU ART WORTHY lass, not humankind's slave. O' the day, O' the day, is so much more beautiful, knowing thy loyalty is here to stayeth!!!!



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication- Filipino rose

i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry

Dancing in the peaceful shade
Of eternal life;
The vitality resides inside the soul
The home I calleth mine wife.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Into her warmth
Into her warmth;
Is where I seeketh to be.

ii.

Into her soul
Mine home;
Abode,
Where I canst be alive
And free.

iii.

Into her warmth
O' the place of her torch;
That burneth brightly and free.

iv.

Into her soul
Mine safety abode;
Where there's a spiritual bed
For Me and mine queen.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication

i.

Elated, I'm afar from the aqua sphere beneath mine toe's,
I've been taken up by flight, an angel in the night;
A woman, a queen, a mystical paranormal beam,
God heard mine weeping, and with her he sent,
She dried mine Tear's clean.

ii.

I sniveled for eon's, with none hopeful lover's future
Mine joint's were weak, from the lack of nutritional feature's;
At mine lowest point, after imploring mine lord for help,
He sent me mine other half, Earl Jane Nagley, an Asiatic path,
Mine beloved, mine darling, mine seraphic helper.

iii.

I found wholeness, the other purpose to mine sustenance,
She's not for sale, she's not a slave, she's a cherub; not some anecdotal tale. She's not one to taketh man's bribery, she's not a peasant sold and payed for rent: tis she's heavensent- the answer to mine prayer's, she's delicate, she's an empress doth thou seeith, I was birthed for her, as she for me, both made for another, to cherish each other, on cloud nine we shalt be seen.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

i.

O' mine asawa, mine novel put away for millennia,
Brute man hast hidden thee from view, thou hast been burdened by men's crucifying, thy fear's art of lonesomeness; as many hast left thee, As I've known thine tears. I've seen and watched thy fear's, over the year's thine heart was bleeding.

ii.

Though whilst thou was leaking from thine wound's, I was keeping track on high, from the moon, and universal sky, from the nebula they calleth God's eye; I made plan's to cometh near. Thither below where I hadst none purpose, other than thee; I asked ourn maker to pusheth me into the sea of the great Pacific ocean, I hadst come with mine love, and incorporeal potion's.

iii.

Afore thine nativity, I hadst known thee a whilst, though as an angel thy falling to the atmosphere madeth thee forget thy memory; and divine self. Though I remembered thou, as thy soulmate from ages passed: I waited, with the great originator, I hadst beseeched him to seeing thee again; mine beloved, mine consort of other realm related. As Elohim kneweth thou was mine Filipino rose, mine all, and best friend: he granted me back heaven, as I landed into thy hand's.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedicated