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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.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
(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
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
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)
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
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
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
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
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
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 )
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
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
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
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
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC