( Jane)
Oh my sweetest king,
You’re an angel that God sent,
You’ve saved me from darkness!

You’ve illuminated my somber world,
And limn rainbows,
I’m in total wonderment.

You’ve colored my dark eyes,
Lustrous hue of love and care,
Oh how astounding!

Oh my King,
You are my greatest blessing,
Interminable bliss!

Oh my King,
These arms yearns for your warmth,
And feel each of your heartbeat.

I’m thirsty my King,
Come closer and closer dear,
Quench me with your kisses.

Oh my King,
How I want to stare at your eyes,
They carry me to paradise!

Your voice calling me,
Enkindled this slumbered love,
I’m lavishing them all to you.

I’ll meet you so soon,
Enfold you eternally,
And will never let you go.

I’ll clasp your hand tight,
And will present you to the world,
That you are my KING!
How I long to watch you dearly,
While you are in your deep sleep,
And will wake you with my kiss.

I’ll be your nurse,
When you are sick and weak,
I’m so fain to take care of you!

I will to cook for you,
And will feed you as you to me,
How wonderful that would be!

I will rest my head in your chest,
And feel your arms wrapping around me,
My best solace!

I will sing for you my King,
Endlessly with my willing heart,
Just to make you gleeful and at peace.

I’ll dance you,
With the rhythm of my love,
Eternally under the moonlight glow.

Your celestial face I desire to touch,
And will expatiate my love for you,
Face to face, with my eyes affix on yours.

I will wait, my King,
Even forever for you,
You’re all that I need.

Fear no more my King,
For I will never leave you,
I will always be by your side.

( me, Brandon)

O' Queen, mine amour'
Blossom of faraway world's;
Thou hath given me life.

Thou hath illumined mine being
Thou hath lifted away mine sting;
I'm in awe from thine selflessness.

In mine sight
Thou hath shown me a might;
And power in thine delight.

O' mine other half
Thou art mine wondrous rose;
I'm beholden as thine own, in thine presence I glow.

O' mine sovereign
Gold of the creator's streets;
Ancient treasure of mystical lantern's.

Im parched mine lass
Cometh near, drench me fast;
With thine tounge to caress the smile I hath.

O' mine ecstasy
How I needeth thee next to me;
To effect me with thine lip's, so succulent.

Tis, yes I do calleth thee
Mine amare for thineself scream's;
I'll enter thy dream's, and caress thine anguish.

We shalt cometh together
Under the moon, and tropical weather;
Floating aloft, Filipino feather's.

I shalt locketh with thine finger's
With a ring upon it, I shalt put;
Whilst the universe watches ourn openess
Hell shalt tremble by ourn book.

I shalt be thine doctor
To shocketh thy heart back to Animation;
Two angelic's guiding another, both Jehovah's patient's.

I shalt prepare for thee
Home cooked refection;
Southern, and northern confection's.

I shalt wrappeth mine arm's
Over thine hip's;
As mine leg's over thine own, blanket's we shalt between grip.

I shalt recite poetry for thee dove
Blessing's of thine hug's
Giveth me perfection.

I wilt sway in way's of the deep
Thine tear's no more shalt weep;
And swept on feet's, we swoon.

Thine eyelid's I wilt Pierce
Into thine rib's mine own mirror;
Seeing mineself slip into.

I wilt rest
Until the day;
We do cometh, in contact of ourn skin's way's.

O' sweet queen Jane
Sleep mine love;
When thou shalt waketh, I'll be next to thee mine flowering bud.


©Brandon nagley/Earl Jane nagley collaboration...
©Lonesome poet's poetry

the curtain rolls aside
The stage sets
The lights flicker on
Everybody is waiting.
And suddenly
it begins
The fake facade
The fake tears that cascade
This entire thing is an act
Nothing but predators in the night.
And though everyone wants to fight
Things just get too **** tight.
We want to be exposed to the light
But the play begins to take flight
And stunts are executed at devestating heights

This play
The theatre is all an act.
The metaphorical phrase for life.
And ****** at best
The masquerade of faults
The sins
The lies
Beginning to become more of a circus.
And as this blood runs red
This...act runs dark.
The curtains still pried open
Set on the openess of a prairie.
These people.
The ones who lead us on
The never ending Mirage.
Until this act is exposed
The audience shall be snatched into grievience.
The fakes strut around us.
They show the underside quickly.
The ugly scene
That proved to be the ******.
The jaw dropping ****-canned conclusion.
But imagine the actors
Exposed and afraid.
Alone without makeup and masks.
Turning until someone asks
where the ***** the director?
Abandonment from the puppeteer himself
Waiting for everyone *else to
Show themselves
For who they really are.

We seek Him.
He seeks us.
We seek prayers.
He seeks to save us.
Yes, God truly loves us.

If he have thought about giving up.
We would never know.
Because we are not God.

We see color.
He see us.
We see hatred.
He see love.

We see selfishness.
He see gracefulness.
We see anger.
He see calmness.
Is it a wonder that the Lord loves us?

We see trouble.
He see temperance.
We see breakup.
He see makeup.

All the things he see within us.
If we only believe that God knows the way for us to handle things.

We see negative.
He see positivity surrounding us.
We are blessed.
He alone has blessed us.

We all should trust in him.
He has complete trust in us.
We adapt to him.
He don't adapt to us.

Yes, God see the best in us to succeed.
Again, if we only honestly believe.

We see fights.
He see peace.
For He alone know wars will be the destruction of us all.

We seek closure.
He seeks openess.
He want us to testify with truth.
That He alone is God and that no other exist like him.

He was here in the beginning.
He'll be there in the end.
He's God

I deserve Ice cream and cookies

I deserve attention and commitment

I deserve 'I miss you' 'I need you' 'You are beautiful'

I deserve happiness and a heart to rely on

I deserve hugs and the deepest kisses

I deserve laughter and a sound sleep

I deserve promises and a willingness to keep

I deserve openess and acceptance

I deserve dedication
I deserve them all

And when I find myself
Missing him
After everything he has put me through
I speak to my soul:
You deserve better, Soft one

You deserve Love

This is last part continuing.... Anyways like I was saying I said I'm cocky yes.. Not conceeded there is a diff... Ok I got Greek in me.  You know anything of Greeks .? Their cocky people lol fact is I don't think highly of me . I don't think I'm hott or **** or even best man for any woman fact is I don't feel good enough for any woman.. I feel low like I'm not good enough . but I know I am To God and in working on confidence funny thing is I will be cocky at times I guess Maby overconfidence lol either way who I am like it or not just me...  Anyways I love cuddling with a woman... I call one queen because calling her hunny or love is to plain and human like . I wanna call mine woman queen and let her know she's mine queen... Letting her know that!!! I believe in true romance and true forgiveness when lovers mess up.. Because if u can't forgive your lovers or even others that's not love at. All.. That's not giving noone a chance or benefit of doubt.... But I am true hopeless romance guy lol. I believe it's not about money u can show your lover or your car or house I want one who will love me in a t.p when I'm dead broke with no car job and I'm depressed not one who will give up on me. One who will believe all I say even if its hard to believe at times.. And one who will come to me for ??s instead of others behind me because i can't do that... I seek all openess its who I am... And I'm type OK I ask alot of ?s I've always been like that not from me accusing or not believing u its because since a boy I always asked mummy why? Why mum? I just wanted simple truth answers!!! It's me so I dont mean to hurt ones when I ask ?s its who I am with half human inside of me...... I grew up Baptist still am... I got ina fight over a dear friend of me and me dads who lives around here not saying name keeping him protected. But he was cutting down black people one day kept calling them. Nig..... So I flipped out spoke up against him in front of all people at the pool me flipping out led me to fall in pool and ****** me foot for sticking up to racism. . don't forget I don't hate  the racist just the ideology... So yes now me and guy are cool and guy changed ways *** of me and don't say nor believe that no more... Also more about me no I'm not bragging so u kknow just giving u truth who I am.. The guy who set me up people wanted him dead.... I forgave him. Ran into him at a drug program I think God brought him to me for purpose... Because he said BRANDON I'm so sorry I set you up, I shook his hand and forgave and hugged him and knew why he did it!! See same guy who set me up got busted months before me for ****** dealing cops gave him choice.. Jail prison for ten years. Or set me and 22 peeps up! He choose to see his daughter and set me up.  He was addict as me so I understood and forgave him
Hugged him shook hands... Saw him once twice after that.. But point is I'm not bragging I'm telling u what and who I am friends.... A man who believes in love and forgiving... I have 2 older bros... Ones 33 ones 31 ones in Colorado by grand junction ones in Florida west palm area... O love to wear native rings turquoise necklaces rings .. Also don't care anymore used to be ashamed of this from stigma people got about it... But elsa was first girl I told this to *** I trust her she thinks I don't but I do.I told her elsa ( I lived in a trailer when I was younger for a good while) and I was so embarrassed to tell even best friends that not *** people of trailer park but *** me own pride. Man's downfall.... And because stigma of quote trailer trash but u know what??? Those trailer trash and people in the projects and poor with hardly no money are the most wonderful souls and beautiful people I know. .....  This is me and me own life! God bless love all of u!

Oh PS lol throwing this out here about the number nine
Mine number
It means completion in all religions across the globe+ fun fact
Oh in not materialistic either not who I am
Not all about technology I just want a queen who will write me actual love letters and pick up the old fashioned phone and call me *** I wanna connect to ones voice and soul... I'm alll about connecting souls... And I don't just hold hands like men do limp wise I wanna lock fingers to feel ones spirit connect to me!!!

Seeing the world tune out to their phone and computers when they got a lover right in front of them drives me crazy to see... Just me and who I am old fashioned hopeless romantic!!!

Lie through that open night,
stinging frosts of contemplation,
wooden hands scratching away rest from frozen windows,
the pulled out ageing creak of a forgotten floorboard.
All you can do is listen. Never hearing the sweet purr of peace  only
its disheartening cousin of silence. Never slipping out of now and its  pulsing hum.
Never  brushing against yourself and waking up in a sleep,just listening.

Air is now a solid icy chore, a darkened perception of magnified regret.
It drowns in the snowflakes of the stars, not attempting to escape, simply surrending to the openess.
Can you be like a sleepy diamond?The eye of heaven glares louder now
and still has not reached its peak.
No you like the floor board lie fixed in the night,
listening

Enter a life devoid of
what you
won't ever believe
you truly
take for
granted.                           You do.

How do I know, you ask?
Well,             I have            eyes.

It's not hard to see
your hardships hardened
your heart
to any empathy for us

so,                 I turn               /OFF
                        too

so,                  ****       ­         You

What do I know of life?
I'm young /or dumb /and dumb.
I know that I live in a world
that venerates honesty but
punishes me for living with
a                    little               truth.

What do I know of life?
I'm young /and dumb /and dumb
I know that dissent in a world
that venerates this openess
is, will be met, with callousness
unrivaled. unrivaled. unrivaled.

I provide the path to openess to wash away the pain of your soul

Why make resolutions?
When you know you're not going to keep them?
Why go into the New Year's under false pretense.
To many it doesn't make any sense.

All the excuses we're going to hide behind.
Only prove to many you was lying.
While you still hide behind denial of the truth.

When your honesty would surely do.

Face, the New Year's will openess.
That you can only do your best.
This will say so much.
When you're put to the test.

Why try to impress?
When we only need to confess that we going to try to do.
When we aware we might not be able too.

night falls on hushed conversation
drifts of laughter, peals of attraction
a comparison of souls blush soft exhaled breaths
near touches, averted glances, reflections in eyes
we two together discover newness in difference
the evening becomes young and old,
lives flow on winds of exchange and openess
wax and wan a brilliant fascination
growth finds route in minds flickering between paths
oft ignored in ignorance and incredulity
sought by courageous sparks of life unafraid of
the imperial void.
soft sands eager to crush hard rock struggle to gain purchase
invariably falter and confess inability
spirit prevails above desire, ignites a passion
and redefines the concept of humanity.
born on the whims and compassion of lightyears of volatility
eventually delivers miracles in frozen seeds.
nurtured imagination ripens, shoots for the sky
believe what can come from eye contact inside two panes of glass

Something happened last night.
You had a lot of moments of vulnerability.
of openess you normally don't show.
I tried to memorize every detail,
the way you sighed,
how I could almost hear the shuddering of memories,
your voice as I kept you awake
softly sweet and gravelly with that sad undertone.
An instance represents best is when
I said I'd go in all black if you wanted me to be badass,
your hand traced patterns as you chuckled softly
and said "only for a funeral"
I tell you I've never been to one.
there's a beat of silence then I ask you.
you sigh as you say "too many"
normally you'd brush it off
but your voice told me you were exposing yourself to me
You sound older than possible for the
twenty year old go-getter smiling boy
you show everyone else.
There's so much more to you
that nobody can see.
I love being the one to know.

I feel
the prison

the openess
of my being.

Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.

The blind dost not hear and the deaf see not the agony torturing the soul. The sun blocks sleep in middle of the night, and darkness shrouds the day with a blanket of hell. Rivers of tears drying the soil, and cracked earth brings forth floods of red. Scattered over the promised ground, thoughts and memories of forgotten promises exposed for the world to see. Endless circle of perfection tarnished with rings of desire. Lying in the hands, dreams fullfilled. Awakening to empty arms, deafening screams wake not the tear soaked cloth. Tangled and tathered, smothering and stifling the hopes and dreams. Yesterdays tomorrows lie heavily, floating like a fog. Blocking the openess and guiding the feet back to the beginning to bring forth the end. The mockers flood the night with a guiding light. To their path the soul cannot go. The ravenous dogs devour the night and parch the day, but the wall halts the dreams. Nevermore dost tears flow and the river wind, for the serenity of the dry lake floats the soul past the screams and unto an eternal peace

Sober Poetry
Boastin at ferocious levels
Knock em dead
Adjust your peddles
Let me see about your openess
More like an overgrown need to control a sitch
I'll beat the basic *****
Right outta ya
Leave you destitute  to find your way out blindly
'Cause that's how you learn right?

On the horizon
Tranquility comes my way
Open up my heart

I'm afraid my loudness was too much for you
My openess in my happiness that you provided me
Looks screaming at eachother so loudly from across the room people felt like they were witnessing something they shouldn't
I guess now It will only be me looking at you that way
I guess now....
I will love you quietly
From the sidelines
Aching silently
Waiting

The most important things in marriage is trust and
openess in all matters.
Your marriage is doomed if you hide things from each other.
30/11/2020

Time to start the loss for thought..
I started panic in a micro round...
Mic is loud. Reciting
Lines from grease. Like Sandra dee
Is hype and she might
Fight me now....

Corrosive talk of destruction
Wearing phone lines down
To higher ground...
Wired for.. impairment
But admiring a siren sound...

Depth of faith and openess
The moment when you open this
Verge of emotions on explosion
The projection of devotion
In a home for
Acceptance. Graduation caps
Lack of motionless and hoprlessness
*** future is a voice thats best heard
With beats as dope as this
Micro doses. Of the potent fix.
And a world I know he'll fix....
Here goes hoping ****...