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I am disgusted with the idea of doomsday/pralay/qayamat. They just don't seem to learn that doomsday can't be brought by anyone other than the human species itself. There is no invisible hand in the sky orchestrating this complex biological and physicochemical existence in this world. We were just created by mother nature and now we are orphans since a long time.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
Disgusted
(Greek version) i. Eínai énas pylónas; sto naó tou Theoú. ii. Aftí eínai dikí mou flitzáni; Tha xecheilísei me agápi. iii. Eímai geráki tis; Tis aftí eínai i dikí mou peristéri. iv. Eínai dikó mou ángelo; fterotó éna parapáno. (English version) i. She is the pillar; In the temple of God. ii. She is mine cup; I overflow with love. iii. I am her falcon; Tis she's mine dove. iv. She is mine angel; Winged one above. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated(agapi mou) ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
Fterotó agápi tou fotós ( Winged darling of light) Greek tongue
Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss. O' to her abode; I wish. In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time. Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces. Holy being's, with an undying Age. Sage wilt rise in secret places, Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted. Glory, glory, none more waiting Stations, I'll await with patience; As with patience Only good Thing's Come. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
Dà sgàil-riochd de solas nach shuidheachadh aig ( Two silhouettes of a light that never Set's) Scottish Gaelic tongue
Avaunt, avaunt, I want to be, Betwixt thy kiss, where Ocean's roar; as Studded door's Open to the Love I need. An aye from thou An aye from me; I needeth mine Filipino queen. Thro the sorrow Jane I'll be waiting, thro The morrow; this Heart will be racing. Pumping each second, Awaiting thy touch; Craving thy face, O' the yearning Is much. Time is so slow When we art Many sea's Away; But I'll get To thee Somehow, The morrow----------if not the morrow; I'll try again another day. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Ag feitheamh na bhárach ( Awaiting the morrow) old Irish tongue
i. Betimes Mine Jane, Betimes; Ourn writing's shalt embrace the entryway Of those divine. ii. Eftsoons when we passeth the moon, Eftsoons wherein there is no time; Ourn regalia white as the peak's Of cosmogyral shine. The flesh Stayeth behind, as we're Fashioned in new Feature. iii. The trees connect with us As the grass that travel's Ourn feet, guide us As teacher's. iv. O' lady Jane, just ahead the seraph's sing Singing holy, holy holy, almighty God; As celestial Bell's ring. v. O' queen of mine, the cherubim art double Winged, with free-spirited mind's; continually Do they praiseth Yahweh, as their glory Is their trait of signs. vi. O' empress of the faraway island's, look To the cosmos of the thrones of starlit Sirens; for the sun and galaxies dance To their feet. vii. O' mine candelabra to ourn Messiah, The dominion being's, makest sure Everything fall's righteous into the Lord's palm's, whether prayer's or Thing's right or wrong, they Makest known God's eternal Will. viii. O' mine soul, mine soul of mine, Virtues play with the motion And elements, their shining One's to guide us in Innocence; miracles They wilt bring thee, When thou feelest None miracle's Mayest come. ix. O' mine burdened lass, O' mine other half, Power's shalt protect thee from the midnight Hour's, wherein roses and flowers dont bloom; But darkness and gloom overtaketh thy room, And the warrior's shalt show to defend thy Kick's and blow's. x. Mine lady, mine girl, life and world; Do not be dismayed, archangel's Hold trumpet's for Jehovah's Display, when problems arise, Night turns to darkness, Remember the light doth invade, The light is the way, to Follow to home. xi. Mine Filipino flower, mine morning, night and hour, Angel's shalt heed thy prayer's and Cry's; when thing's Get bad, don't question nor ask why, for all hath a purpose Under heaven, as thou to hath a purpose mine love. Look up, look up, to yeshua above, take hold of his Love, and pass it to others, to Christian sister's and brother's, To those who hate another, showeth them what love means, To forgive, and with charity for it not to be seen,but privately To god the father in secret. Love, give it; keep it, as ourn Father wouldst want us to do for other's mine Jane., ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou) dedicated
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
רב ועשו להגן עליך ( Many shalt protect thee) Hebrew title---
i. Betimes Mine Jane, Betimes; Ourn writing's shalt embrace the entryway Of those divine. ii. Eftsoons when we passeth the moon, Eftsoons wherein there is no time; Ourn regalia white as the peak's Of cosmogyral shine. The flesh Stayeth behind, as we're Fashioned in new Feature. iii. The trees connect with us As the grass that travel's Ourn feet, guide us As teacher's. iv. O' lady Jane, just ahead the seraph's sing Singing holy, holy holy, almighty God; As celestial Bell's ring. v. O' queen of mine, the cherubim art double Winged, with free-spirited mind's; continually Do they praiseth Yahweh, as their glory Is their trait of signs. vi. O' empress of the faraway island's, look To the cosmos of the thrones of starlit Sirens; for the sun and galaxies dance To their feet. vii. O' mine candelabra to ourn Messiah, The dominion being's, makest sure Everything fall's righteous into the Lord's palm's, whether prayer's or Thing's right or wrong, they Makest known God's eternal Will. viii. O' mine soul, mine soul of mine, Virtues play with the motion And elements, their shining One's to guide us in Innocence; miracles They wilt bring thee, When thou feelest None miracle's Mayest come. ix. O' mine burdened lass, O' mine other half, Power's shalt protect thee from the midnight Hour's, wherein roses and flowers dont bloom; But darkness and gloom overtaketh thy room, And the warrior's shalt show to defend thy Kick's and blow's. x. Mine lady, mine girl, life and world; Do not be dismayed, archangel's Hold trumpet's for Jehovah's Display, when problems arise, Night turns to darkness, Remember the light doth invade, The light is the way, to Follow to home. xi. Mine Filipino flower, mine morning, night and hour, Angel's shalt heed thy prayer's and Cry's; when thing's Get bad, don't question nor ask why, for all hath a purpose Under heaven, as thou to hath a purpose mine love. Look up, look up, to yeshua above, take hold of his Love, and pass it to others, to Christian sister's and brother's, To those who hate another, showeth them what love means, To forgive, and with charity for it not to be seen,but privately To god the father in secret. Love, give it; keep it, as ourn Father wouldst want us to do for other's mine Jane., ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou) dedicated
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Some only seest her flesh And her bones; I seest God's handprint That brushstroked Her soul. Some only heed her outer Reflection; I seest a masterpiece In paradisal direction. Some only observe her comings And going's; Not perceiving Her tears, beyond year's; Hath been like white water's flowing. Some only descry Her Filipina eyne; Whilst under her roof She's lonesome, aloof; Pain is her daily bread, As is her heart's Screaming proof. Some only espy, the girl They seek to know; not Knowing nothing of who She really is, an Angel from God's throne. Though this Queen doesn't seest What I seest, she is blinded by Worldly lies; demon's art her Enemies, because she's God's coruscating light. If only she could take a step Out of her body and her mind; She'd be free, to perceive The treasure she is As the creator made Her after his Kind. If only she could Seest, the elegance Inside her soul; She would Knowest She was Created to be God's light, lamp; God's perfect mold. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Sardua nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Dhè coimhlionta mould ( God's perfect mold) Scottish Gaelic dialect
i. Behold mine Jane Behold; ii. The star's and the rain As us doth come And go. iii. Though in the amount Of hour's left; I shalt blow Mine breath, into thy Soul. iv. Home sweet home, I am with thee; verily Mine queen, I've been Sickly. v. Trapped in this bed- Spirit burdened, many Demon's hate this light That God hath started. vi. They do mark me With their reptilian nails; Though one day all Their evil shalt fail. vii. And whilst I fight, I won't give in, Mine glow doth shine, betwixt many men; As ourn Creator bought us as one in him, Soulmates, best friends, this heart doth yearn. viii. O' this heart doth yearn, a fervent burn, Awaiting for thy buss of roses, sweet, serenading; Creating heavenly poses. ix. On the right Christ On the left side Moses; none losing focus, With the mountain scented view. x. None goodbye's, but to say I do; a place always new; As loving wilt be the Highest command. xi. We'll bury ourn worries In the ocean sand's; as Thou shalt take mine hand, With seraphim to be ourn Witnesses. xii. Catch mine breath And touch mine Kisses. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou )
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Xekourasteíte orycheío , kai na angíxei to dikó mou filiá ( Catch mine breath, and touch mine kisses) Greek tongue
í. Tաօ ժíŚԵíղςԵ ҽղժ'Ś օƒ Եհҽ աօɾӀժ Tաօ ŚҽԹɑɾɑԵҽ ςɑʍҽɾɑ ӀҽղŚҽŚ; Oղҽ kíղց, զմҽҽղ, ɑ ҍօվ ɑղժ ɑ ցíɾӀ FɑӀӀíղց ɑŚӀҽҽԹ íղԵҽɾաҽҍ ςօղղҽςԵíօղ. íí. Tհҽ Qմҽҽղ'Ś ҽվҽ'Ś ŚհմԵ Hҽɾ kíղց աɑԵςհҽԵհ հҽɾ íղ ŚíӀҽղςҽ; Tհҽ kíղց ςӀօŚҽŚ հíŚ Ӏíժ'Ś. WհíӀŚԵ Եհҽ զմҽҽղ ԹҽҽԹ'Ś, Եí ʍҽӀҽŚŚ. ííí. SҽςɾҽԵ ŚԹíҽŚ, íղԵҽɾղҽԵ ժíѵíղҽ EíցհԵ ԵհօմŚɑղժ, ƒíѵҽ հմղժɾҽժ ɑղժ ŚҽѵҽղԵվ Եաօ ʍíӀҽŚ ɑԹɑɾԵ; Tհօմցհ ահíӀŚԵ օղ SkվԹҽ, ҽɑςհ օԵհҽɾ, ղҽ×Ե Եօ ɑղօԵհҽɾ Síժҽ ҍվ Śíժҽ, ŚӀմʍҍҽɾíղց ҽղԵաíղҽժ, ցӀɑŚŚ Եօ ցӀɑŚŚ, օղҽ հҽɑɾԵ. ©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ ©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ ©ӀօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
SkվԹҽ ŚӀմʍҍҽɾíղց
Up aloft Mount malindang: I tasted her syrup I drank her tang. She spoke Tagalog I understood her slang; I cut mine own wrist's To taketh her pain's. And in the sun Neath the rain; She couldst smile again As ourn eye's stared, no blink. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
I drank her tang, on Mount malindang