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brandon nagley Jun 2015
The demon scratches me
I bite him back
The demon pushes me
I spit in his face with a smack
The demon taunts me
I calleth him out by name
They hate their name called
Don't wanna be recognized for the flame
The demon shows false affections
I giveth him hate
The demons a smiler as he latches to me
I'll kick him to hells gate
The demons find me downtimes
Though with God I shalt win
Demons love misery
To seeith one in sin
Demons are smelly
Like all the dump trucks on the earth
Times ten
Demons haveth enemies
They hate even their own kind
They haveth none kin
Demons haveth a date
With Satan in the fire
They'll turn thou on with lust
For thou they do admire
Demons hast hurt me
They've tried to bring me to mine death
Soo many health issues
I know tis not me
Them
The demons hast entered mine family
From the lives we didst choose!
They entered by portals
Between good and bad souls
They came and come as orbs
Spirtual energy
Trapped to a distance
God won't let them get to close to me
They always want more
They show themselves now and then
They'll portray themselves as good souls
Wherein its all pretend
The demons speaketh in mine bathroom
They hide out in the closets
Parched behind mine bedroom wardrobe
Spies as I sleepeth
They want mine bright soul
It's full of massive glowing energy
They know it as I'm told
So to bad because their not me
They made a big mistake
Turning away from God
Now their outcast losers
Fate of hell and grud!!
They'll soon be in chains and shackles
So they cause pain now whilst here on earth
They come in all shapes and sizes as I've heard from many others
Psychics
Life after death (experiences)
And from preachers
Pastors and others
They come large
Small
Animal like
Mauled
They come stinky
Scaly
Nothing thou shalt imagine
Couldn't fathom
Their everywhere
City streets
Malls
Gyms
Stalls
Homes
Air
First heaven
Second heaven
Hell
Everywhere
Yet these demons cannot taketh me
They knoweth I'm gods light
So demon get hence from me....
Go burn in thine own fright!!!!
This is real story of me life and what's happening to others.. Don't care if you think I'm crazy many more like me!! So could care less of anything of one saying I'm nuts
brandon nagley Aug 2015
(Niamh Price), this is thy own dedication, thy shortened sentences art lovely, they showeth me mine homeland of Ireland, wherein the druids didst roam, wherein tales went back far and old, as niamh thy soul I feeleth its pain, yet soo amazing thou art friend.

(Gary L), this one is thine own writing, sir, thy friendship is inviting, thy lyrical sense is enticing, as thou doth speak truth when thou seeith it, never quit! On thy works and on thineself, thou art who thou art, a beautiful man, with timeless knowledge.

(SPT), this poem is for thou as a treat, I feeleth thine anguish mix in with thy compassion, thou art a hopeful mansion, filled with words of someone who hath lived age's, thy pages art touching, and I thank thee for thy support and guiding me through h.p.

(Ignatius Hosiana), brother thou art a hopeless romantic like me, hoping for his queen, seeing her only in thine dream's, yet as we scream, as brother's we doth unite! In color of skin's, black and white we overcometh the ideology of hatred, loving the hater.

(Dedpoet), mine Mexican friend, how canst I not loveth thee, thy word's dark, ghetto, and deep, as I've been around hood part's to knoweth enough, the most beauty LIES awake in the hood, the places the rich men overlook, is wherein the eyes of God art .

(Wonderman poetry), brother thy words of Christ uplift me, not a perfect being mineself, thyself showeth me the light in the darkness and thus when I'm down, thine godly loving giveth me help, as thou knoweth brother, love and forgives as Christ taught!

(poetessa diabolica), word's that thou uses art so complex, for thee so I respect, for all thy love thou hath given me, the hope that thou planted me, to showeth me, God still lingers in man's soul's, despite the devil trying to rear around, I thankest thou poetess...

(Donna,) thine little haiku's art a piece of the celestial, thy pieces extraterrestrial, and high up the Angels weep to thy words. Like cures and herbs they giveth me a better day to look to, as like glass, beautiful the words thou uses floweth to heavens moon!

(Rosalind Heather Alexander), speechless I am to thy grace, a Scottish lass as me part Scottish blob and mass, lol, just saying , two bloods of the same kind, now thou art writing thy soul out, keepeth it divine, thy soul canst not go rewind, so love on ahead.

(Soul-survivor), old friend, as we both preach the same predictions shalt we worry of ourn end? No, we shalt continue to showeth love, and giveth others hope, than when we die the Graves not it, but that God's love over-rose, so shalt we, auntie as I calleth thee.

(Icysky), young one please do not cry, the boy's canst seeith the fine stitching God made thee as, thou hath a vessel of rubies, and thou art like a wonderful movie, fast tracked to the best part, icy, let noone breaketh thine heart, and let thy lord guideth thee .

(Joe Malgeri), a freak hippy like me, playing music to the sun, giving lectures highly and fun, thou wilt find a queen like me one day, continue to haveth class, play tunes by night, showeth thy genuine ways. As thou doth, wonderful supporter, HP gypsie!!!

(Anthony Mooney,) an Irish hopeless romantic like me, thy soul hath beauty friend, let not hate overtake, bypass the anger and the heartbreak. Let thy pen jot down thy beauty, making the earth quake, unlike others dear mate, thou hath high class.

(Wolf spirit) ( aka quin,)though we don't talk, I loveth thee mine friend, though even thou doth not like me, thou art one of mine biggest inspiration's, thou art a true passionate, amongst the tribal nations, as I am Cherokee part mineself, thou inspireth me.

(Chris green, )affectionate of the the earth, thy woman Is lucky to haveth a poet by birth, for thy words drip like honey on a summer night, Chris friend, wonderful delight, I thank thee for kindness, for thy hope in refinement, and thou art a king of love.

(Pradip Chattopadhyay,) a man who canst writeth in all perspective, thy profile picture maketh me giggle everytime I seeith it, ( in a good way friend) I loveth thy style, and sense of humor, how thou writeth, and doesn't listen to rumors, a poet!!!

(Dark icE,) I just met thee, but thy sensuality is so delighting and like a dream, thy words sucketh me in as I canst ever get out, thy amour in poem's is a cloud, on which I linger for more of its nectar wet taste, immense in this place, unlike the human race.

(Beth StClair), mine best friend if back in the sixties, we wouldst hath layed flower's around ourn necks and head's, we wouldst hath sang the tunes of the Beatles and the dead, as I wouldst hath sung with Lennon, and zeppelin and thou wouldst hath watched.

(Vicki,) I've already wrote for thou and beth, but thou two art the best, Vicki in the crumby state of Ohio like me(lol) though me and thou aren't from here (were Angels of earth's dream's) thou art a poetic of kings and queens, thou art kind, sweet, and a a peace.

(Impeccable Space Poetess,) thy writing is like thunder. Maketh me laugh cry and rolleth over, I read again, like a books beautiful cover, thou art a friend, a poetry lover. Thou hath intelligence of God and heaven, never let man break thee or hurt thee.poetic!!!

(POETIC T,) a spirit light as a feather, free not a slave, not of this world, a man not a boy, thou hath been through strife and abuse, thy hands art not bound, thou hath cut the noose, please don't leaveth us, we all careth for thee. Friend of mine. And HP.
This is for some poets for now. Gonna make another one in little bit for more lol... Took forever for this!!!!!! Part two coming lol.. And BTW for others I love on here don't get upset *** u aren't in poem yet this is part one... More people to come lol and for u who who see I even use people I love in here who don't like me at all but fact is I love them I don't need noones approval can just show love (:::
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I miss mine homie,
Who in the world's name is homie? One mayeth ask.....
Well homie
Is mine old German Shepherd.....
Dad named him that
Funny yes I know.... Long story ....
And though I haveth many Angel's here on earth......
Homie,
Was mine true pet angel....

He always watched out for me when I was around nine years old.
And when one day,
At mine birthday party...
Mine friends tried to be OK with homie,
As me and homie were soulmates friend and being wise...
So mine friend's tried to feed homie through his fence hotdogs,
Like I did with no problem...

And mine old buddy Danny found out.
Homie didn't eat hot dog's
Unless I Gaveth them to him ....
Me, his best friend and soulmate!
Fed them to him....
As I saw homie ready to rip Danny's hand off...
I just chuckled and told homie...
Down boy down...

Homie always listened...
He was mine soulmate....
My do I miss mine homie...

As I remembered one day coming home from school...
Mum picking me up from that young learning center,
She said son I got something to tell thee,
On the way home...


(Yes mum)
I said...

Well,
Homie died
I found him whilst thou was at school son...
( said mum)

I couldn't say nothing
I think I just said really?

As mum told me
He was found in his doghouse
Curled up
Dead.....

I questioned her?
Where is he mother?
Wherein did thou layeth his body mum?
I asked....

She told me she had taken him to some place about fifteen minutes away,
And buried him in some wood's....

I wasn't angry with her.
Nor even father,
I was hurt because I didint get to see his body...
I was hurt because I told mother and father all the time...
Bring him INSIDE!!!!!!
When it got cold...
As I remember it was cold
And snowing when he died........

Yes I understood homie was a big dog
And couldst be a little wild at times....
Though we had a basement
With rooms in that basement
And couldst haveth put a cage down there....

So I felt horrible I didint just bring him in
Even though they thought it was fine to stay outside
During winter......

Mum thought he was poisoned
By someone putting something in his food....
My opinion is he died alone,
When I was gone,
And froze to death....
Don't like thinking of it...
I just miss him to mine soul!!!!!!!!!
I forgive mum and dad not angry,
Just canst waiteth to see mine angel again...

R.I.P homie baby boy...
See you in heaven (:
Miss mine puppy who didint look like a puppy lol rip homie baby (): /
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak!

Sick
Wearied
Weak?

Looking in all the wrong places?

Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's
For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay?

Like the son of man
I haveth no chapel
For this head to consecretly layeth!!!

Dog nights seem more teething!!!!

Vestige of all beauty
You've left that still life post,
Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!!

The I loveth thou's
And thou more....

Deluge of happiness
Covereth me
Bury me
In atmospheric condition,

Oh man didst thou not mention?
The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!!

Hath society made materialism
And the dollar sign
Their romantic gesture?

A pity to God
And me!!!!

Mobs of fleas
To calleth what they maketh
MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!!

Wherein the frauds
Fakes
And phonies
Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!
This is old poetry!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak!

Sick
Wearied
Weak?

Looking in all the wrong places?

Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's
For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay?

Like the son of man
I haveth no chapel
For this head to consecretly layeth!!!

Dog nights seem more teething!!!!

Vestige of all beauty
You've left that still life post,
Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!!

The I loveth thou's
And thou more....

Deluge of happiness
Covereth me
Bury me
In atmospheric condition,

Oh man didst thou not mention?
The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!!

Hath society made materialism
And the dollar sign
Their romantic gesture?

A pity to God
And me!!!!

Mobs of fleas
To calleth what they maketh
MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!!

Wherein the frauds
Fakes
And phonies
Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Old poetry
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

mo chroí, do not dismay, we art not chained global slave's, as tis
We art ourn father God's chosen; we need to bringeth hope to those lost, wearied and broken.

ii.

mo bhanríon, these stanza's art ourn song's, ourn voices shalt carry on, as peach-faced lovebird's in the dawn;

iii.

a chuisle mo chroí, holdeth me closer, embrace mine visage, we must be Argus-eyed, in the coming soon explosional shock, for this terrace of dirt shalt shaketh as rock's, back to the sand- dusted, eleven-fifty-nine's on the clock;

iv.

We were created together, verily for this reason, to emit forgiveness and compassion, if even for one planetary season;  also we were generated distances ago, then we were soulmates as still now- though then at that time, thou didst not know. I weaved intimately in and back out of thy soul, thine past spirit memory faded, before now I was thy king and thy whole. When we were sent to earth to taketh human form, ourn affections from kingdom's ago were forgotten and mourned, though tis mine lass when I saweth thee again, I kneweth thou were me, as tis I'm thee mine sweet, mine Jane, mine best friend. So now that I haveth thee again, back Into mine reach; we'll spend eternity with the saint's, well learn together, and we shalt teach......



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
a chuisle mo chroí- means  pulse of my heart in old irish tongue.
mo chroí means- my pulse... In old Irish dialect...
mo bhanríon means- my queen in old Irish..
Peachfaced lovebird is an actual bird that are beautiful colored regular lovebirds that are green and red. They are loyal to owners lovingly and to other birds romantics.. Hah.

Visage- is like persons face or ****** expression.
Argus eyed- means be vigilant...
To emit something means like  give off light.. Or other things off a thing or person. As me and Jane (give off) or emit love and light and peace.

Later on in poem talks of how me and Jane's spirits knew each other when our souls were created long ago. Our souls have known another a long time. Though being brought back into earth in body form, we forgot those memories of our past love life. Though I've found her again I've remembered who she was right away .  mine soulmate. As God brought me and her back together for a reason ..to love another as soulmates again. And to show others as a couple true love and compassion and forgiveness as God intends .
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I must waiteth one thousand millenniums
I'll wait a million more
For mi amour,
I'll hangeth around like a romantic antependium......

If I must be just a friend
As she wanteth,
I'll continue as that.
Because ourn love is unearhtly....

I shalt not walketh away
Or find another
No need to gaze for one
When we haveth eachother....

And if I haveth to telleth the queen
Mine love over and over again.
I shalt continue to do so,
Even if she only wants me as a friend!!!

And though still friends
I know it's much more,
For tis shes not others,
For she's mine mi amour'...

And when doubts shalt rattle
And pound to her door,
I'll kick those DEMON'S out
With a poem for her every second...!!!!!

Tis every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day
Every year
Every last breathe I haveth I  WILT POUR MINE HEART OUT ON THIS SITE LIKE NOONES EVER SEEN OR KNOWN!!!!!!!
Kinda a funny poem at the ending though truth lol I'll write thousand a second to show mine love... Just me..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
( french version)

Accentuer me reine de l'amour
Marquez-moi avec ton accent bonheur
Je suis nerveux jusqu'à
Traîné
Il est tu vraiment que je misseth

Atedly Je suis folle lonesomely
Mourir pour maudire mes
Souhaitant que je ne suis jamais né
Voler de la poignée à la naissance

Soulevée par celestials
Et la déesse étoiles
Rédaction sur tablette par le doigt
Mourir pour les planet mars

Un chanteur universelle
Chantez pour les anges
Et les hommes gais,

Mine de Blae yeux
Besoin conviction
Ils needeth car tu
Pour moi, dans letteth

Je suis à ta porte
Bangin dur ****
Laissez-moi en reine de ce soir
Tommorrow si tu, veux laisser moi vient à nouveau !!!

Genoux mines sont fatigués
Ma tête a besoin de repos
Est ton épaule libre pour moi maintenant?
As-je te donne tout le mien meilleur?

Pas dur
Tout simplement
Je suis un séraphin dans l'amour,
Prenant la patience
Alors patiemment
Attente autour avec les colombes,

Je traîne avec apparitions
Pour faciliter cette douleur de l'esprit mienne
Certains sont des êtres de Hellion
Leur cruel pour moi et méchant

Un black-jack puis-je pauvre sur ce fer dans
Un cabas d'Amare mienne,
Il est plein et lourd à
Doth tu exauce comment je suis effrayé?

Car je peux te délie
Je délie ma propre âme,
Je l'ai trouvé la seule reine
Tis celui que je me sens à la maison,

Une cabane, im suspendus à l'écart
Nu à ton monde,
Je veux juste le seul
Qui peux résoudre tous ces tourbillons,

Les temps d'art courte
Jours mines ne durera pas
Toujours
nous ne haveth pas longtemps pour vivant!
Je voudrais que tu donne tout
Et tout
Rêve mine, reine
Et celui à qui je respire

Je suis maintenant un caseworm
Mineself Protection de ne pas être laisser entrer,
Oter ton clypeate
Et lâché tout pour ta parenté

Je suis ton moitié Kindred
Je suis ton romeo à ta vie
Maby un jour tu seras donne tout .....

Un roi une reine,
Mari et femme !!!!          




( English version)

Accentuate me queen of love
Mark me with thy accent bliss
I'm strung up
Hung out
It's thou I truly misseth

Atedly I'm lonesomely mad
Dying to mine curse
Wishing I was never born
Flying off the handle at birth

Raised by celestials
And goddess stars
Writing on tablet by finger
Dying to the planet mars

A universal singer

Sing for angels
And merry men,

Mine blae eyes
Need conviction
They needeth for thou
To letteth me in

I'm at thy door
Bangin hard away
Let me in queen of tonight
Tommorrow if thou, wilt let me cometh again!!!

Mine knees are wearied
Mine head needs rest
Is thy shoulder free for me now?
Didst I giveth thee all of mine best?

Not to hard
Quite simply
I'm a seraphim in love,
Taking patience
So patiently
Waiting around with the doves,

I hang with apparitions
To ease this pain from mine mind
Some are hellion beings
Their cruel to me and unkind

A black-jack do I poor this iron out into
A cabas of mine amare,
It's full and heavy to
Doth thou heareth how I'm scared?

For I canst looseth thee
I'd looseth mine own soul,
I've found the only queen
Tis the one I feel at home,

A cabane, im hanging aloof
**** to thy world,
Just want the only one
Who canst fix all of these whirls,

The times art short
Mine days won't last
Forever
we don't haveth long to liveth
I'd giveth thou all
And anything
Mine dream, queen
And one to whom I breatheth

I'm now a caseworm
Protecting mineself from not being let in,
Taketh off thy clypeate
And let loose all for thy kin

I'm thy Kindred half
I'm thy romeo to thine life
Maby one day thou shalt giveth all.....

A king a queen,
Husband and wife!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Me and mine inamorata shalt travel to the nine known planet's of the earth's solar system.........

See me and her born on different places, she was born on the crescent moon between a thousand or more ages,as tis I was birthed in a place not yet discovered by mere creature's in the milky way galaxy's center hole......as tis I spent much time on Saturn as well, as also I sat and watched comet's maketh love whilst on top of mine Libra scale's....... Each side of mine horoscopal scale I couldst seeith the good and bad of the universe how God balanced out all....... Me and mi amour' met somewhere in the middle of all this creational love making,. So we ventured into planet Pluto, the ninth from the sun, cold rocky and yet we succumbed to the little hidden caves wherein we madeth graffiti on its slate, writing ourn names ( King, and queen of old) as tis we were relic soul's.....than we flew off to planet Neptune discovered in 1846 by mere human's though it's whirlwind's tried to subdue us, yet me and her's wings overcame that ( Roman God of water)....After we were done ice searching there we went on to Uranus, the seventh planet from the sun, it has methane to cover it's surface, just found by human's in 1781, previously thought by man to be a star, on one side its heated by the hot star for over eighty-four life years, so we couldst not stayeth on one side for to long, me and mi amour's wings would be crisp..... So next we went onto planet number six (Saturn) mine favorite planet of this solar system, as tis I wanted to give mine amare all the ring's of the planet to taketh them and put one of them on her finger, she was amazed by mine love and dedication to her, Though as we all know those rings art far to big.. Though we broke into Saturn as its helium stratus filled ourn lungs, we giggled and chuckled, laughing so high we stumbled on ourn own love....such a beautiful laugh she doth haveth... We left that laugh box of a place and moved onto The fifth planet Jupiter, mine mother's own planet by birth and astrology, it was a huge planet with many moons, as mi amour' sure loveth her moon's... She danced upon the moon's like an old muse turning 3 again, as tis I was high off the helium that hast entered me with no end. For this planets helium overtook me in a fancy sense... Laughing I couldn't stop as mine lover had to taketh me away from that large ball... Than we journeyed onto planet mars (number four from the sun..) A place mankind hath been fascinated with from long ago...me and mine sweetheart couldst smell its iron blood smell that giveth this planet its cruor deserted look.... Storms were on its dreary horizon, as tis we saweth old pyramids, similar to the Egyptian ones back on the human planet earth, we noticed such similarities between the two planet's, yet it seemed as any being's here just packed up and left everything to go to hell, yet funny part is, humans haven't left their planet, they still art there letting it go to hell by their own means, and purposely, what foolishness.... So as Mars swirling storms started dragging on in, mine amare saved me from the funnel and pulled me by her appendage away from that thing.... Moving onto planet number three from the sun ( earth) as thou all shalt know it as... See, me and mi amour' cometh here time to time by choice to showeth human being's the meaning of ( amour') other times we art forced here by God, I like to think to learn from ourn mistakes, but me and her always meet no matter how long we must wait for another. And no matter how far the distance ... Anyways, here on this lifeful planet, me and her discovered the most beautiful things of the solar system, that's what makes earth so grand.... The mountains, seas, creature's, human being's, poet's, artists, musicians, animals, trees, and her favorite part is......... Seeing the earth's moon standing next to her favorite quarry in her favorite spot....it melts mine heart just to seeith her smile... Knowing though me and her don't belong to this place, I shalt cometh back more just to see her watch her moon... That's heaven seeing her happy to me... So when leaving we moved onto Venus the second from the sun, considered the ( Roman goddess of love and beauty) its pressure is to strong so it wouldst crush us... So we just floated above it to see it was alot like earth, same structure and size... We didint stay there long.. Me moved onto Mercury, closest planet to the human sun. Mercury hath no atmosphere, so though me and mi amour' art not all human, but spiritual beings to, we couldst still land on the planet ... Though it's rocks that always belted it we hadst to watcheth for.... The planet looked in a way like earth's moon... A dangerous place to be . So we escorted eachother off... Though to scientist beings back on planet earth only nine planets art considered to be in this solar system, yet fully they art finding now there couldst be really thirteen and possibly more to be discovered.... But me and mi amour' left this solar system to travel other's... We went to ourn own made just for the two of us ..... It's title and name is ( Mi amour' X) a place  God made for just me and her .. Only me and her know wherein its at.. See , thou wouldst haveth to go through the middle of thy own Milky way galaxy to get there....

And that's not possible to humans.....
As tis we must return
To ( Mi amour' X)




©By-Brandon Cory nagley-Lonesome poet's poetry....
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Through ourn year's
Through ourn year's;
Beyond death mine love.

ii.

When thing's
Get bad;
And day's get tough.

iii.

It's already been
(Thirty) twenty-four hours;
Happy one month anniversary, Filipino flower.

iv.

I looketh ahead
To eternity's bed;
With ourn plume's to toucheth, garbing ourn head's.

v.

How fortunate I am
O' how privileged I am;
To haveth mine queen, the one of mine dream's, a gem in hand.

(HAPPY 1st anniversary Queen Earl Jane nagley)



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ 30 day anniversary
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Actually anniversary would of been yesterday for me and really today for jane lol because me and Jane are twelve hours apart exactly when its AM here its PM there or switched around... So yesterday was mine anniversary with her due to time zones and today's her anniversary for me hahahaha.  Meant to post this yesterday but had already made her anniversary gift on Facebook reciting poem vid hahah. Happy 30 days queen earl Jane nagley.. As I look forward to an eternity with you in life and beyond ....me moreee baby me moreeeeee!!!!! Hahahahaha
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Love is forgiving
Forgiving is love
Both
Tis love!!!

And if thou doth not haveth forgiveness with love
Than thou doth not haveth love in forgiveness!!!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I'd rather be
Poor in this world
With mine queen;
Then haveth all the material's
That meaneth nothing,
In a world sinful, and unclean.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Bare and ****
His soul to thy world;
A seeker of a muse
He seeketh an amour of a girl.

Open and free
With flower's in mine hair;
I'm dying, I bleedeth
With this lonesome despair.

Asunder mine heart
Broken like rain pellets;
I Feeleth as the witch in wizard of oz
mine essence is melted.

Mine brawn is pelted
And mine vest seemeth to tight;
It's OK, with the help of truest friends
All shalt be better and alright.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For noone just grateful for good friends here
Arjun Tyagi Dec 2013
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?

I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.

For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.

Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?

Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.

Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.

Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.

Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.

Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.

Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Amazing queen, how sweet thine voice
That saved a sinner like me
I once was dead, but now alive
Was a slave, but now I'm free.....

Twas the queen who taught me amour not fear
Tis the queen removed them all
How precious did mine queen appear
In hell, her light I saw....

Through much depression, hurt, and loneliness
I haveth already felt,
The queen delivered me far from there
And the queen sheltered me with help....

The queen hath given good to me
Her words mine hope secure's
She'll be mine armor and pleasant sleep
As long as her love endures....

Yet when mine carcass and last breathe shalt fail
And human life shalt fade,
I shalt possess within the queen
The light of mi amour's own stage.....

This planet shalt soon implode itself
The queen wilt continue to be
But the queen hath called me up above
She shalt be forever mine to keep... ...

When me and mine queen hast been here, many past life years
Her moon and mine sun doth shine
We shalt haveth new days, to be with each other in embrace
Mine queen wiped the tears from mine eyes..
Mine own remake of amazing grace
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mine Filipino rose
For thee I shalt;

Be tossed inside the
The Brazen Bull;
Until mine inside's art crisp.

Be impaled
On wood;
Mine head planted on a stick.

Be crucified
Mine hand's nailed;
Thorn's upon mine top.

A Lead Sprinkler
To sprinkle lava;
In mine throat lost.

An Iron Maiden
To taketh the metal;
Inside mine liver.

Coffin Torture
To let the crow's;
Pecketh at the splinter's.

A thumbscrew
To snap me as twigs;
As mercy I yelleth.

Rope torture
To leaveth me exposed;
To hell and the element's.

The Guillotine
As mine head falleth;
Into oldened basket.

The Rack
As mine shoulder's wilt bust;
Twisting mine bracket's.

Tongue Tearer
To knot mine tongue;
And rip it at the seam's.

The Rat Torture
As mine interior wouldst be ripped;
Rat's burrowing inside me, scream's.

The chair of torture
As edge's impale mine spine;
Hellion seating.

Cement Shoes
In the bottom of the sea;
Wherein noone canst heareth me.

Crocodile Shears
To gut me as a fish;
Reptilian grip's.

The Breaking Wheel
Wherein mine limb's art ******* to spokes, hammered by devil's;
I crack, Snapple, pop, as mine bones elongate, mine blood chokes.

Sitting on the Spanish Donkey
Mine carrion torn in twain;
As heaven canst feeleth mine pain, for thee I'd screameth again.

Saw Torture
As tis the razor's edge wouldst goeth through mine abdomen;
Evil *******'s shalt cut me, as I'm praying amen, just to DIETH.

Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered
It sais it all in the verse;
For thee I'd haveth all this done mine queen, for thee to liveth.......




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
These literally are real names to real torture tactics from places all over world and top nineteen I used out of top 25 torture techniques and Id have all these done for mine queen... Scary they are i know but love makes one crazy loll. . thought I'd do something diff tonight to (:::  wild side eh lol
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας
( Greek tongue )

English version-
Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....
brandon nagley May 2015
Such an abatement of voices creep sparingly, verily I tell you, they shall be accrue in the mornings dew!!
Acquaint me on mine wrongs, thank me for mine songs I subdue!!!
They are just registry's of what's real and what's not!!!!

Must you haveth natural air to breathe? Annotater of annunuity. Apprentice fakes overtake innocent babies where the unnatural scabies infest the freshest of human skins.

Carrouse all your symptoms away. You leader, you fearer, you murderer by day!!!

Your one charitable cent gives to noone, for someone in thy heavens watches your do's and donts!!!!

Sure you won't infest beyond breed. You striver to succeed, your alive today aren't thou?

Grant it, you don't look it....
brandon nagley Sep 2015
O' Earl Jane nagley
For thee;
I shalt.

Be keelhauled
Tied to a rope;
With mine flesh torn off, for thee to be happy.

I shalt haveth mine head chopped off
By a two man blade saw;
Mine top flopping into the basket.

I shalt taketh the head crusher
Where mine eye's pop, mine teeth chatter;
As mine bone's caveth in on me.

Squeezed, I shalt be
Into the iron maiden;
Spike's pushing to mine *****'s, cruor to paint the town.

Mine rose, I shalt be staked for day's
Hot coal's to light the wood ablazed;
As the crowd's watching mine agony.

Mine angel, around the wheel
I shalt spin, joint's ripped, leg's to bend;
Humiliation to maketh me a mockery as I moan.

O' Earl Jane nagley
Seashore Scaphism wouldst erode me;
As the summer putrid shalt burn me, as insect's feast their table.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©,Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Mine pet;

When coming to America, I shalt showeth thee
All fifty states, of the United States
Mine queen....

Alabama; Down south, the place of the little river canyon national reserve, at the top of lookout mountain, where bird's canst be heard.
Alaska; A place far out west, a wild domain, a place untamed, where thou canst let out thy wildness.
Arizona; a place of ourn beloved poet ( soul survivor) a native American land, where cacti run the land's, and dirt is bright red.
Arkansas; To hot spring's national park, where beauty canst be seen in the dark, and soaked in through the warm bubbled water.
California; A place redwood tree's and Sequoia's, a land for the strange, and weird thing's, where all cometh together.
Colorado; where mine oldest brother liveth, where the crystalline water as a drink it giveth, and the *****'s peak highly amour'.
Connecticut; A place of Eastern sandshores, where we canst walketh in ourn galore, holding hand's, I'll sayeth me more!!!
Delaware; Delmara peninsula where we canst seeith awe-shocking elegance, where we canst travel in all remembrance.
Florida; thither mine middle brother's terra firma, a place of alligator's, swamp's, ocean waves, surfer's and hot sun drop's.
Georgia; The place where slave's fought hard, Atlanta city, a big place of life, fast and slow.where rich men go to liveth large.
Hawaii; Tropical island like thy own, not connected to the mainland though, swaying tree's like thy own, heavenly splendor.
Idaho; Where we canst get the best potatoes, I'll make them mashed, with gravy, chicken and tomatoes, I'll feed thee good.
Illinois; Where the huge city of Chicago sit's, large skyscraper's, and city bliss. Where the water sparkles the view.
Indiana; Marengo Cave National Landmark, where we canst sneak inside the cave's, then to Indianapolis, to wander through the shade.
Iowa; To Pikes Peak state park, where the Mississippi and Wisconsin river's meet to start, a beautiful picture indeed.
Kansas; Off to Rock City, an odd place where two-hundred boulders rest, then to Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center to explore a place of knowledge, learning of the new, and happiness.
Kentucky; To Mammoth Cave National Park, in strangeness we shalt walk the dark, with lantern's to carry ourn shadow's.
Louisiana; Also the well known area of New orlean's, where jazz music doesn't stop and the people art it's scene. Where people overcometh!!!!
Maine; To get some of the best seafood around, the eastern wind shalt bloweth us around, as love thou shouldst bring a coat dear.
Maryland; Where Edgar Allen poe was born, where the Raven sung and mourned, though the sunshine shines it's people.
Massachusetts; The land of Many Irishmen and fishermen, settling thee down in Boston, where the accent of the easterly go loudly.
Michigan; The state just above me, they haveth natural lake's and the chill is breezed, the soul's art kind, and people dream, their alive.
Minnesota; where the snow piles to thy ride, the whitened picture is Christmas to thy eye's, as thou wilt need to dress warm.
Mississippi; Deep down south, where the language changes, word's art more southern and slang it clingeth, onto thy lip's.
Missouri; First to the St. Louis arch, it bend's to the sky and is six hundred and twenty five feet from thy heart, as high we shalt view.
Montana; Western freedom, wherein nature is painted, horses roam, thing's aren't tainted, guileless and natural.
Nebraska; Betwixt the corn stalks and field's, farmer's work hard and people art real, as hard work like thy country is known.
Nevada; To Las Vegas the desert Oasis, light's art big, as room's art spacious, different is here with a million face's, gambler's taketh their chances.
New Hampshire; Near Lake Winnipesaukee, a sensible area where being's doeth their best, eastward again, bringeth hot dress.
New Jersey; To Atlantic City on the boardwalk, a place of tales and beach defined walk, sunshined day's where lingo talk's, and the traveling shalt be sweet.
New Mexico; Dusty native land, the dirt is grained, the pinnacles of silence is maintained, by God's still voice.
New York; Aka- The big apple, where immigrant's once cameth through, immigrant's as me thou and you. Meaning were all the same.
North Carolina; Blue Ridge *****'s peak the entry, ancient places here art serene, tranquil relaxing is here mine queen!!!
North Dakota; farther again out west, talk to the Indian's to get the best, they'll giveth thee information to inform the rest.
Ohio; Mine state, the heart of the country, I mean by it's shape, were surrounded by all, we sit on a lake, we hath cornfield's, barn's, southern Hill's, northern star's, kind folk's and fancy cars, mixed with great stores for shopping, as I'll buyeth thee as much as thy heart canst be enlarged.
Oklahoma; Indigenous territory, creatures art relaxed, no need for no hurry.
Oregon; Where tree's groweth big, rainfall is the normal, and wild children art the kid's, beautiful scenery is blossoming mist.
Pennsylvania; On the eastern edge of the Appalachian Top's, green none make believe, the quietness is beauty, a part of God!!!
Rhode Island; To Providence we canst seeith the zoo's, nightlife, the calmness, where all's right.
South Carolina; One of mine favorite vacation spot's, to Myrtle Beach where jellyfish teach, where thy feet shouldst go, and the hotel's art perfect and cheap.
South Dakota; Another land of chief's and old stories, Onward to Sioux Falls, where the rapids cometh down, where there is no certain way's nor man's law's.
Tennessee; A place of perfect hospitality, and gentle babies art nicely southern sweet.
Texas; Everything here is double in size, food is big, and the cattle is alive, rodeo gamers and beaches to thy surprise, and it's hot as thou art used to.
Utah; Rose red desert rock's, stream's art blue and sand is hot, a painting here in starstruck dot's, an oldened place to wander.
Vermont; Thing's art clean, a little expensive, a place where dream's art not invasive, as the land lives up to its purpose.
Virginia; Thither where mine mum's dad is from, back to the green kingdom, as if hobbits lived here in this splendorous gem, prepossessing to the eye.
Washington; Westlerly Pacific ocean waves, the sea is roaring with its blaze. The prominence is open in the haze.
West Virginia; The other place where grandpa grew up, above Virginia, the same pretty much, green trail's to set the moon.
Wisconsin; wherein lies the finest cheese, O' how delicious to thee it shalt be, thou shalt loveth the bite, and sting, of the milk thou craveth.
Wyoming; Open, large, relic, far, distance is key here and the plain is hard, though all of this worth the comfort thou shalt get.
This is mine country mine love,
Welcome to the United States;
Mine pet.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I don't think so highly of mineself,
Yet when I looketh inside her,
I seeith everything good about me.. .
And that maketh me realize
The good soul I haveth ..
By the blessed soul she haveth....
As tis me and her
Art the same. .
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I seeith soo many Wisemen here
Yet doth thou follow thine own teaching?

I seeith soo many lovers here
Yet doth thou showeth that other half love?

I seeith soo many hurt ones here
Yet doth thou not know somebody loveth thou?

I seeith soo much hate here
Yet doth thou knoweth loves the answer?

I seeith soo much cutting another down here
Yet doth thou even want to listen to one? Not just heareth!!!

I seeith soo many complaints here
Yet doth thou tryeth to do anything about it?

I seeith so much shame here
Doth  thou not knoweth God forgiveth all?

I seeith soo much guilt here
We only haveth today,
Not tommorrow reader of awee.

I seeith soo much
Yet soo little truthful love

I seeith
Through a prophetic crystal ball!!!
All truth of what I see... Everyone sais this or that.. But no proof to back their words up... Action without faith is naught!!! And faith without  action is nothing either...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
mine de tendre bavures la chute de la déchirure que les années goutte de vie de la mine, reine de rêve de, ne peut pas une réalité que nous faisons dans la vie ourn? dans lequel il n'y a pas de douleur, ni les conflits, mais un trésor que nous mettons la main de ourn dans tous les temps, nous devons une tranche de eachother amour !!! Que fais mienne l'aorte haveth en magasin oh acknowledger de la mine aimer sort ..... ce sort à l'enfer de poète oh lonesome ...... ( french tongue)

(English translate)

Mine tender smudged tear's fall as years drop from mine life, queen of dream's, can't a reality we make in ourn life? wherein there's no pain nor strife, but a treasure chest we put ourn hand's into every time we need a slice of eachother's amour!!! What dost mine aorta haveth in store oh loving acknowledger of mine spell!???..... this spell oh lonesome poet's hell......
Hopeful dreams... Though I'm a realist lol
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Just beyond the albatross
Skyloft the ghost's;
And mine woe's to dissapear
For one to be here for me, an angelic host.

She'll be a superlative dogma
Of man's fortune and fame;
Mobilizing me by her **** call
Again and again.

Cometh over here "boy"
She doth sayeth, as she doth none wrong;
Ill write all mine poems for her
And turneth them into song's.

And whilst I sing mine song's for her
She shalt savor ourn Shakespearian night;
Like two unruly children we'll becometh
Leaving this place all behind.

Being **** to ournselves
Open for all to believe;
That ourn amour' is true
As tis we'll dance on the sea's.

And whilst dancing the seaside
Losing ourn throat's;
From all the laughter we shalt haveth
Making love in front of the ghost's..




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
A story about if I did have one me and her wouldn't hide ourn love we would show it to the world... A beautiful love and how love should be... In all openess and not hiding it... Enjoy made up poem of hopes lol just hopes of finding one to want me is dwindling but have hope luckily lol note: was listening to Robert plant the singer from led Zeppelin newest album and the song called rainbow the song stuck in me head the rhythm so made this poem like kinda me own remake in poem form (:
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Elsa,
This is a tribute to thee
If it wasn't for thyself helping me
I don't knoweth where I'd be!!!!
See everyone,
If it wasn't for elsa angelica sharing all mine works
Since I first came here,
I'd be a nobody poet!!!!
But out of her angel unearthly ways
She's madeth me a star for the hopeless!!!!
She's given us all a light
As tis lately she's been down and feels no worth,
Everyone should write elsa
And showeth her she's a poetic angel of gods work!!!
She wasn't sculpted here by mere creatures
The stars of ourn creator madeth her to be,
She's not any of us!!!
Canst thou see?
don't thou seeith?
She's been here for all of us,
Especially me....
She's a king's fantasy
And every real man's dream!!!
She may haveth her haters
Yet don't we all!!!
Yet we need to remind her
She's a seraphim we look to for her love...
Though she's struggling much
Why else art we here?
To help one another
As we shalt help her in these evil year's....
Giveth her notice,
Because angels cometh and goeth
She's a friend here to so many
As her affections to us she showeth...
She's an astronaut cherub from her moon
Yet she shalt return soon.
So whilst she's here HP,
Showeth her love
Respect,
And let her know she's a true queen!!!!!
And she doesn't feel so beautiful inside
So I make a command to tell her different,
Because she's fulfilled all of ourn happiness
She's the serpahim of poet's wishes.  





( this is a thank you elsa) when I first got here you showed all me work to the world)
If it wasn't for you alot of us would be nothing!!!!!
Ps- this goes for other poets to who have boosted me
God bless you all!!!! Thank you
Especially you elsa angel !!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
When the dawn peaks between the orphan clouds
This soul descend's to the contemplation
I haveth nil to waketh to!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Spanish eyes
Spanish legs
Spanish mind
Spanish bred
Spanish tongue
Created slathered
Spanish wonder
Spanish alter
Spanish skin
Spanish kin
Spanish kids
We shalt haveth them
Spanish strands
Darkened musk
**** sweet
Sweet as moonbeam lust
Spanish house
Casa ourn home
Spanish pensamientos
Spanish dieta
Spanish she is
Spanish overtaketh me
Soo hott!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Dear grave keeper if today mine heart is to expire
Telleth mine mi amour'
I haveth a hundred more poems for her in the top drawer,
By the Cologne and incense attire...

Dear grave digger if today mine soul doth leave
Please telleth me amare
I was always there
Tis for her in heaven ill be watching
As tis mine love for her wilt forever be...

Dear midnight caretaker if right now mine skin frails
Telleth mine rose
Mine love was unlike any she's known
For she doth knoweth
It was on a different scale.....

Dear mortician if mine eye's do close
Tell her I wanted to marry her
And us to be adorned
In angel form
And black and white robes

Dear undertaker if this is the last time I writeth
Please telleth mine Spanish queen
She was mine dream,
Reality,
Amare
Amour
Mine only girl
Please telleth her sir.....

To meet me again
In that same cloud
The one around her moon...
On cloud number nine
In ourn special room.. .

Canst thou telleth for me sir.  ???

Thanks...
Brandon cory nagley .....



© Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Beckelhimer Sep 2012
Nation of man, ye mortal kings, boast
Most high on synthetic thrones. 'Men of nation,
Freedom named; abundance in pleasures, for obedience
To law: Let loose thy tongue, blood be spent,
In name of law, Freedom reigns.'
With heavenly thunder, Father; King of kings,
Thus opposed. 'Blinded by immoral desires,
Haveth forgot thou Master? Thou Creator? Speak of freedom,
As if a god, depart from I, rewarded not!'
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Poetic,
Thy beak can speak words of sensual charm,
But canst thou speak of what's to cometh?
Poetic,
Thy words do flow and run,
As a waterfall, tumbling hummus!!
Poetic,
Thou canst shape lives by thy wittled crippled fingers,
Yet canst thou show thy action? Like thy hero's and singers?
Poetic,
Thou canst bringeth life to thy surroundings,or death to thy foes,
Yet wilt thou giveth all thou haveth from thy back? Or steal poor men's troves!!!
Poetic,
Thineself can waketh one to splendor,or putteth them to sleep,
But cans't thou heareth them? Rub their bones when their weak?
Poetic
Poetress
Poets
Tis I do believe!!
With thy words,
Thine self could make seeds to eternal beautitude,
Or everlasting damnation!!!!

I'm a stoic,
For mine words art mine action's!!!

Art thy own?
Poetic.....
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ravenous as sly dog
Avid upon the street level
Seeking annuity
Smells of the sensual

Languishing wanting
Vintage yearnings
Come greeteth me to mine death
Take the blade from among mine neck
As the flow is decorated with turquoise shield

For wherein's the real?
Of Shakespherian romance
Tired of the same old play,
As some tis say

Broke by night
Released by day

FRINGED hair cometh out

A smile I couldst say that I haveth
But truly a lie it shalt be
When shalt one giveth their all
To loveth all of me?
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I haveth
Affection
Appreciation
Devotion
Emotion
Fondness
Friendshi­p
Kinship
Passion
Respect
Taste
Tenderness
Plentiness
Romance
All­egiance
Rapture
Inclination
Benevolence
Soul innocence
Spirit remembrance
Cherishing
Delight
Attachment
Love
Amare
AMOUR'
No cares
Free of this world
Free from fear
All these
When mine queen Elsa is near!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Dearest Mina, just wanted to thank thee mine friend
Thou hath been here for me all day, wherein I feeleth an end;
Dearest Mina, thou art a fluorescent lamp to other's, though dealing with thine own stresses, thou art a being of all blessing's.

ii

Dearest Mina, wanna know the reason why I pushed thy work when thou first joined h.p? Because I hath seen a burning lamp in thou soo quiet yet so free, and I let all other's seeith the shining that thou doth give, so now thou canst smile and be happy at this.

iii

Dearest Mina, from the land of old Persia (Iran), countries an ourn leaders don't seperate us, let the leader's haveth their own demands, because it doesn't matter Mina upon ourn skin color or background belief, because thou was sent here, by God to h.p.

iv

Dearest Mina, continue to pass the one's of hatred, giving them thy glance of love and patience, and let not the world phase thou, over cometh them with laughter, liveth thy poetry ever after, stayeth strong in thy times of disaster, and pray if thou forget's.

v

Mina, dearest friend of mine, any poet's sunshine, an extraterrestrial of the divine, a spirit of sublime, a chariot of the high, a soulful one to me when I'm in need, thou giveth me hope, at times I bleed, and when I bleed, I always knoweth, thou art by.

Just a thanking to thee
Mina,
Friend of mine....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Mina friendship dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?

Wherein creation dumbs down!!!

To mammal inferiors!!!

For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!

Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!

Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?

Sister and brother!!

Hath thou forgotten thy kin?

For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!

Is it thee that shalt win?

Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!

Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and *******
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!

For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children

Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I remember being a fledgling of this old polish town, though "not polish mineself", I still had a respect for this place despite all the bad reputation for the polish many shalt speaketh of ( yet I loveth all people's) !!!

Anyways,
Back to the story lad....

There was an older, kinder, gentler, stranger soul in this town. As all of ( Rossford) "mine town" kneweth it as well..... This soul that lingered the old mainstreet strip was named ( Yanos) a man that wasn't ordinary by any means!!! An original Polish being from across his motherland. His knees weakly, his finger's frail, a brown old hat, with a coat to match.....People never got his walking up and down the corridor drag ( with candy in a bag), whilst at the same time picking up lost pennies, ( loose change) jewels to him off the ground!!! Some thought that he was some homeless man, some thought what a crazy fool, others knew it was just his strange soul that was different in all ways to them.......... He wasn't them (as I can more than relate with)!!! He'd  waltz up and down the artery ( Dixie highway) as if he was a spirit with not a care in the world, as if the world was oblivious to him... Heck, the world couldst haveth been burnt down, ( Yanos) wouldn't know.... See, Yano's always did something I shalt always remember,and something children back then couldst not forget...... He always tooketh some of that spare change he found from the ground, and even his own money ( from retirement with this old city) and go to the store ( used to be the pharm, now rite aid). And he wouldst buyeth bags of sucker's, ( OK Maby the cheap kind)!!! But the fact he'd spend all his time going and buying these sucker's, and wouldst passeth them out to any little children who wouldst walketh passed him.... All kiddies loved him, and even the one's who didint knoweth him ( Had great respect for this wandering soul that was just visiting in spirit form)..... Some of course thought ( just another ****** walking picking up pennies and giving candy to kids) ... Yet those art the same people miserable who knoweth not what love is!!!! Yet as I saweth Yano's do this for years for other's ( including giving me sucker's) I kneweth that this specimen was just visiting to giveth us a hint of love( then return back home)..... When he died, I went to his funeral..... People like me who didst not knoweth him, payed ourn deepest respects.... He cameth over here in the 1940s I found out by ship. From Poland of course !!!! And he was an ex-polish soildier... A man of high dignity, and most respected... As me and mine mother and father all stood in front of his casket, I thought how strange since noone kneweth the real him!!! Only his kind act's of love and and kindness to other beings...... But I kneweth this man was just passing through....... As god sent him here in the form of a humble peasant buying and giving away sucker's out of his golden chalice energy, God wanted him back home..... And I'm sure now, ( Yano's is the one who's getting the sucker's now, instead of him passing them out)... Or Maby He's still passing those suckers out to the infant ones in  heaven... Because he's a humbled soul.... And I shalt never forgetteth ( the candy man)

God bless thou Yano's old friend......
R.I.p Yano's ( Candyman)
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

This temple is broken, lonesome, and old
It's leaving this place, the world's not meant for Good soul's;
Whilst good soul's art meant, for heaven not purgatory nor hell
No longer shalt I be trapped, or treated like some beast in his cell.

ii

I've seen prison before, and I dealt with that iron bar hand
The structure, the flames, the brute animals, and the pain;
They biteth til thou bleedeth, again and again, wings to expand
Expansional shift, I'll taketh mine flying arm's and I shalt uplift.

iii

Leaving suddenly, as they do sayeth, for only the good do die young, I shalt breatheth more easily, none more hatred, for the amour of the light I'm going to, I shalt succumb, mine senses wilt be ten fold the more than planet destruction earth, rebirthed.

iv

None more seeing war on the television screens, none more untruthful words, for others to bringeth me, none more reptillian like Creation's to killeth mine dream's, none more scream's, none more for those to breaketh me, a serene scene, of alien planet's.

v

None more hopeless romance, for I shalt haveth all the hope given, none more having to write on paper, mine soul shalt write by the dust trail's so splended, to be the cherub's inspiration, as cheribum shalt listen to me sing on set, this place for me to forget.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I shalt for her walk on hot coal
I shalt for her embark to her home
I shalt for her drieth her misery
I shalt to her make love and her me
I shalt for her die or live, whatever she chooseth
I shalt for Her giveth all
For her I can't looseth
I shalt for her warble ourn own hymn
As for her mine amare, Spanish amour', love, best friend!!!
I shalt for her dandle all her ways
I shalt for her go to war, come home in her embrace
I shalt for her wait
I shalt for her marry, date
Haveth babies as mixed matched creates!!!
I shalt for her
Layeth down mine life
I shalt for her giveth all
No wrong all right
I shalt for her endow to her mine brio
Mine Spanish inclinating zest
Mine liaison tis so real!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Whilst everyone leaveth her
By herself and alone...

I shalt not walketh away
For she is mine home...

And without that abode
I haveth no foundation,

For amour' is made by spirit.
Not human translation!!!

As the translating hast been hidden
From mankind...

Yet we art not them
Not thy own kind....

We were sent here
To teacheth thee grace....

The world we've become disgusted to,
As thou hath killed thine own race...

Yet with her I am im in place
Smiling she maketh me daily....

I couldst never walketh away
From mine cheribum baby!!!!


                           ©brandon nagley-
                           ©lonesome poets poetry
I keep forgetting I gotta start copy writing mine work since had one take one of mine poems already ugh don't wanna go through work copy writing all oh well if you steal poem from me at least use it for your loved one you wanna woo lol
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

I feeleth a calming bereavement, from mine own heart's dying
I mosey the coffin carousel of this lonesomeness artistic torture;
I dig with nail's into mine isolation box, kicking stones, lifting rock's, and as the nightshine seepeth, I close mine eyes, weepeth.

ii

Yet this grave shalt not be mine end, though an amour is not there, for forlornness hath becometh a beloved best of friends;
Thither the protection of the gloom, I shalt burst on through, breaking into the rainbow that shalt streameth to mine beauty.

iii

Mine dying shalt reneweth me, the tomb shalt not subdue me
The copse forest shalt enticeth me, as I swayeth and flyeth asunder from mine carcass, with none asunder to holdeth back mine natural capabilities, as all senses shalt be enhanced.

iv

The wind wilt guideth me wherein others couldst not, mine creator to showeth me mine lifespan plot, to continue to loveth, even whilst the groan's that cometh near, mine vision, and view's to be glorious, this freedom of mine eternal entity alive, no fear's.

v

It shalt be a triumphant of all life's, wherein I shalt haveth a wife, to comfort me, thus all to be alright, as guardian's to me shalt be an insight, an insight of mineself deeply and the spiritual realm that shalt engulf me, and swaddle me so peacefully in awakening.





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

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