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brandon nagley Jun 2015
ángeles belongeth a los ángeles, no ángel para el hombre, los ángeles merecen el cielo, no buscado planes falsos, ángel son angelical, volar a cosmos polvos, los diarios de estos ángeles, a nosotros los seres humanos, es imprescindible !!!!

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Angels belongeth to angels, not angel to man, angels deserve heaven, not sought fake plans, angels are angelic, flying to cosmos dusts, diaries by these angels, to thou humans, is a must !!!!
brandon nagley Feb 2016
I giveth thee all
I giveth thee me;
I caught thou when
Thou didst fall,
I saved thee mine
Queen. Forever I
Am thine, eternal
Thou art mine, I
Shalt always be
Here, until the
End of time. In-
Side thy mind,
Into thine soul;
I belongeth to
Thee, sweet
Jane mine
Home. And
When gloomy hour's,
Is all thou canst seeith,
I sacrifice mine living for thee mine wife;
Just so thou canst believeth.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose dedicated)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amour'
Thyself shouldst knoweth
That thou art mine only queen,
No other soul to me belongeth....
Thou belongeth to me,
As tis I to thee,
Thou hath shown me heaven,
Thou hath set me free,
So please believe
Thou art what I want,
No other queen hast got me
Only thee mine amare of whom I want.
Heareth me?
I'll sayeth this again!
(Thou art who I want)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not them!
I am on mine bended knees for thou,
Canst thou seeith this?
I need thee in all vows!!!!
So just so thou knoweth,
It's only THEE whom I want
No other woman hath caught mine eye's
Their just false wordly front's,
But thou art real
Not another being,
I am thou lover
As thou art me
So before thou wilt believeth I want another
Guess what amour'?
Me and thee were made for eachother...
So no more questions,
Of course I ask them as well ,
So I canst talk!!!
For feeling how thou wilt feel....
But again it's only thee
The queen who's got mine heart
I seeith noone else
I seeith thou and me
Us
Ournselves......

I loveth thee mine queen
NOONE ELSE!!!!
Tis,
I'll sayeth it again
It's THEE whom I wanteth,

Noone else....



©By Brandon cory nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry- creator/logo
brandon nagley Feb 2016
i.

Forby thou art not,
I quiver from the
Cold; mine heart
Is running rapid,
There's anguish
In mine soul.

ii.

I wail out of mine
Bones, mine grave
Is looking close, I
Implore for thee,
Mine Jane, mine
Sweet. I implore
One day, thy eye's
I'll meet.

iii.

On the emptied
Street's of purgatory,
Mine sandal's art worn;
I beseech for just one kiss,
But there's nothing, mine heart doth burn.

iv.

Though through these trial's
And Tribulation's, I shalt
Hath patience; whilst I
Get bitten, by the demon's
I have been smitten. Ourn
Affamour shalt break down
Door's, wherein hell shalt
Shatter, we shalt reach the
Shores, O' I plore for thou.

v.

Mine eyeball's art sinking in, is this death somehow?
Mine body and limbs now doth trow; it's weathering
Away, I'm hanging on tight; I prayest thou canst saveth
Me, by the end of the night. And queen if I goeth, please
Knoweth mine amulet belongeth to thee, I wilt forever
Looketh down, upon thine crown, mine empress; mine
Queen.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Forby- is archaic for near.
Beseech means- beg... Same as implore pretty much.
Affamour- is a word I made up, it means (affectionate amour') or affectionate love....
Plore- also means beseech or beg. Archaic tongue.
Trow- means think or believe...
The Sovereign of Songbirds
Has been roused
Emitting layers of harmony
Borne of exultation, borne of woe, and
Reverberating in the Key of Elysium

Let your dreams guide you.
As the fulgent daystar
Dawns upon your starry spirit,
The musicality, the euphony of amour
Will abide within.

Soar unto the stratosphere,
For the limitlessness of flight
Belongeth to
The earthen vessel waxing ethereal;
Furthermore, it is only achieved through self-transcendence.

Ye are Children of Manumission;
Therefore, fulminate from sea to shining sea
Until the obsidian of hate
Descends into Magisterial Oblivion
Arising anew as The Element of Freedom.

The Requiem of the Revenant shall rise,
The Maw of Darkness will fall;
Ultimately, the Paean of Light will
Resound upon the four corners
Of the Terraqueous Mother.

(Se' lah)
Excelsior Forevermore,

Sanders Maurice Foulke III

04/07/2021
brandon nagley Nov 2015
O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
erstwhile means aforetime also means - before or in the past.
Cumuli means many clouds...
Wherein means - in which...
A minstrel is-
a medieval singer or musician, especially one who sang or recited lyric or heroic poetry to a musical accompaniment for the nobility.
( except we aren't singing for no nobility. Me and her love is nobility. We don't need to sing for nobility lol..
conglomerate means- distinct mixture of things ..... All distinct and different from another yet all together at same time other words..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Within the oven
Wherein the thirst is never quenched;
Mine sweet Jane cooleth me
With her word's, and love to me meant.

ii.

I liveth for her the morrow
I liveth for her sunder the eve';
Her everything to me meaneth all thing's
She's the lifeblood, whom I need.

iii.

Mine aching body needeth her
Mine hand's, they needeth her feel;
A birthgiver to mine happiness
Mine gosh, her amour's so real.

iv.

****, beautiful, masterpiece of God
For her mine soul, belongeth to, and throb's;
I'll seeith her soon, in the Asian fogged dawn
I'll seeith mine muse, the pure one of God.

v.

She's all I desire, when the flood's do rain
She's the glory in sadness, in mine pain;
She's whom I liveth, when mine blood leak's
I canst sayeth none more, I'll let mine love speak.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mine angel always telleth me
(Brandon I don't belong to this place called earth)
Thou art right amour',
Thou art an angel!!!
And Angels aren't meant for a human race
Angels art meant for one another.....
And me and thee....
Don't belongeth here.....
We cameth here to find eachother again...
And that is all that matter's....
Is that I looked for so long,
And finally again
I hadst found thee amour'....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I hadst to let go of mi amare
She didst not belongeth to me
As I must admit...  

She cheated on me with her orbed crescent......
Comedy
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Even though
we hath not talked much in the past  few day's;
i still tasteth thy taste
and pictureth thy face.

ii.

Even though lately
i hath not heard thy voice;
It Ring's in mine head
awaken's me with sound so choice.

iii.

Even though
it might be a whilst since again we canst talk;
ill be waiting for thee mine queen, if thou wilt wait for me
im not leaving anywhere, i belongeth to thee only......

For im forever Your's........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Two angels belongeth to another
Not to brute beastly humans....
Stu Harley Aug 2014
what we
knoweth
shall hide
between
these clouds but
remember
His promise
shall not
be broken
when Jesus
is my rock
that
bountiful foundation
to rest upon
when
our souls
still belongeth
to God
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mind full of wonder
                                  Heart full of yearning's for love
                                       Spirit full of brokenness
                                    And a soul ready to flyeth on
                                     Back wherein I belongeth.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
No!
Seraphim belongeth to seraphim,
Not cherubs to seraphim....
Aneesh H Mar 2020
Giveth but half a description: crude,
The state of the self incessant, I brood
Fatigued; In vain, in the dark
I await, a patient ear that lark-

My pain, a frozen litany but to utter
Unconsoled, feeble, I stutter
That, my desolate heart belongeth not in gaiety,
nor misery..an existential entity, a lost liberty.
willow sophie Aug 2019
'Thou art tardy,' said I.

'I belongeth not to you, and now I must brave the sea,'

'I shan't let you, no! You speak balderdash!'

'You doth protest too much, I should have been long gone minutes since,'

'This is punitive!'

'Goodbye, may good fortune tend thy days.' said my lady.

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