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"sayeth" poems

In your vision you are the only thing with bloodshot eyes. You always wear a robe that speaks seven languages... and a bank of fog is at your feet nipping at your naked heel. In your vision you remember how your arms feel in sunshine. It is intense. Your can-opener is hissing an etude that alludes to wise men... who bathe in miracles and roam the world, untarnished in Poverty. Your can-opener whispers in hush tones about barbarians at the gate. And they say ' they've come for the Linen ! ' You are not deceived. In your vision you are the only thing that can backward engineer a Universe. On your way back to the homeland of your algebra you hesitate. “ you may have left your keys in your Other Robe...” The Robe that hallucinates constantly~ Carrying on about ' The dire consequences of leaving terrycloth alone with the keys ' and, afflicted with Prophesy Tourettes the piteous tide of doom ' sayeth the robe ' you must suffer. In your vision, you are the only one looking for the keys.

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 5:09 PM UTC

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[ The Homeland Of Your Algebra ]

In your vision you are the only thing with bloodshot eyes. You always wear a robe that speaks seven languages... and a bank of fog is at your feet nipping at your naked heel. In your vision you remember how your arms feel in sunshine. It is intense. Your can-opener is hissing an etude that alludes to wise men... who bathe in miracles and roam the world, untarnished in Poverty. Your can-opener whispers in hush tones about barbarians at the gate. And they say ' they've come for the Linen ! ' You are not deceived. In your vision you are the only thing that can backward engineer a Universe. On your way back to the homeland of your algebra you hesitate. “ you may have left your keys in your Other Robe...” The Robe that hallucinates constantly~ Carrying on about ' The dire consequences of leaving terrycloth alone with the keys ' and, afflicted with Prophesy Tourettes the piteous tide of doom ' sayeth the robe ' you must suffer. In your vision, you are the only one looking for the keys.

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Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/ああるじぇえん

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

( Earl jane) Im courting thee now mine reyna, mine all, mine life...

Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/ああるじぇえん

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Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw; And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” By day its voice is low and light; But in the silent dead of night, Distinct as a passing footstep’s fall, It echoes along the vacant hall, Along the ceiling, along the floor, And seems to say, at each chamber-door,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” In that mansion used to be Free-hearted Hospitality; His great fires up the chimney roared; The stranger feasted at his board; But, like the skeleton at the feast, That warning timepiece never ceased,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” There groups of merry children played, There youths and maidens dreaming strayed; O precious hours! O golden prime, And affluence of love and time! Even as a miser counts his gold, Those hours the ancient timepiece told,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, “Ah! when shall they all meet again?” As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Never here, forever there, Where all parting, pain, and care, And death, and time shall disappear,— Forever there, but never here! The horologe of Eternity Sayeth this incessantly,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!”

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Old Clock On The Stairs

Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw; And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas! With sorrowful voice to all who pass,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” By day its voice is low and light; But in the silent dead of night, Distinct as a passing footstep’s fall, It echoes along the vacant hall, Along the ceiling, along the floor, And seems to say, at each chamber-door,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” In that mansion used to be Free-hearted Hospitality; His great fires up the chimney roared; The stranger feasted at his board; But, like the skeleton at the feast, That warning timepiece never ceased,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” There groups of merry children played, There youths and maidens dreaming strayed; O precious hours! O golden prime, And affluence of love and time! Even as a miser counts his gold, Those hours the ancient timepiece told,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, “Ah! when shall they all meet again?” As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!” Never here, forever there, Where all parting, pain, and care, And death, and time shall disappear,— Forever there, but never here! The horologe of Eternity Sayeth this incessantly,— “Forever—never! Never—forever!”

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Shakespeare would have failed Naplan, That was not in his cunning plan, Yes, his folks would have him tutored, To ensure Billy became learned, He would have lost his homework, Billy did so not want extra work, Shakespeare, that teen scallywag, It was total fun, such a lad. Now Shakespeare is a wraith, Why, Billy, why? Teens sayeth, As they serially fail literacy tests, Why not abolish that Billy pest? Tragic heroes and drama queens, That's the teens writing essays on such scenes, While Billy failed in literacy, Teens do sense such hypocrisy.

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC

Shakespeare would have failed Naplan, That was not in his cunning plan, Yes, his folks would have him tutored, To ensure Billy became learned, He would have lost his homework, Billy did so not want extra work, Shakespeare, that teen scallywag, It was total fun, such a lad. Now Shakespeare is a wraith, Why, Billy, why? Teens sayeth, As they serially fail literacy tests, Why not abolish that Billy pest? Tragic heroes and drama queens, That's the teens writing essays on such scenes, While Billy failed in literacy, Teens do sense such hypocrisy.

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A normal man Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed; A poetic man wilt recite Poetry in his dying breathe's ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©DEDPOET DEDICATION

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC

Mae'r wely angau barddonol( The poetic deathbed) welsh tongue ( REPOST,OLD POEM I DEDICATE TO DEDPOET) God bless you and your family friend

A normal man Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed; A poetic man wilt recite Poetry in his dying breathe's ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©DEDPOET DEDICATION

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To my brothers in Faith, This is what I'd like to say, If our paths should cross one day, Thanks to each of one of you, For all the wonders that you do. How to express my gratitude? Pray for blessings for each of you, Our gifts to share is what to do, To my brothers in my humble faith, As our guiding Lord does sayeth...... This is what I'd like to say, If our paths should cross one day, Thanks to each of you today.

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC

TO MY BROTHERS......

To my brothers in Faith, This is what I'd like to say, If our paths should cross one day, Thanks to each of one of you, For all the wonders that you do. How to express my gratitude? Pray for blessings for each of you, Our gifts to share is what to do, To my brothers in my humble faith, As our guiding Lord does sayeth...... This is what I'd like to say, If our paths should cross one day, Thanks to each of you today.

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Chocolate heals, Substitute meals, Our new faith, The prophet sayeth, Chocolate heals, Break the packet's seals, Grow cocoa beans, Better than **** Choc's the new religion, For all of us pigeons, Good for endorphins, Fat hips a'morphing, So what for fat hips? Chocolate's the blip, Substitute meals, Yes, chocolate heals.

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC

CHOCOLATE HEALS!

Chocolate heals, Substitute meals, Our new faith, The prophet sayeth, Chocolate heals, Break the packet's seals, Grow cocoa beans, Better than **** Choc's the new religion, For all of us pigeons, Good for endorphins, Fat hips a'morphing, So what for fat hips? Chocolate's the blip, Substitute meals, Yes, chocolate heals.

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The poor man sayeth Sir, canst thou spareth a dime? The rich man replyeth Hath thou lost thine mind? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

Canst thou spareth a dime?

The poor man sayeth Sir, canst thou spareth a dime? The rich man replyeth Hath thou lost thine mind? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC

The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.

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Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the white-thorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs, Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: "We spread no snare; "Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. "Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be."

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Christina Rossetti

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the white-thorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs, Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: "We spread no snare; "Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. "Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be."

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A normal man Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed; A poetic man wilt recite Poetry in his dying breathe's. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC

Mae'r wely angau barddonol( The poetic deathbed) welsh tongue

A normal man Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed; A poetic man wilt recite Poetry in his dying breathe's. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry

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i. Mine Filipino rose I canst not thanketh thee enough; For giving me a home. ii. Mine Filipino rose Thou always asketh if I knoweth how much thou doth for me; Yes, I do knoweth, as tis I'm so blessed, and thankful mine queen. iii. Mine Filipino rose I've seen the street's of gold, the pearly gates, the mansion of god; Because of thee, I've seen heaven's scene's, as thou art a cherub. iv. Mine Filipino rose As I always sayeth, tomorrow may never cometh; Where the fountain's of life floweth, there I'll stayeth. v. Mine Filipino rose Mine existence, mine life, mine earl Jane, mine wife; Mine law of good and right, if I dont awaketh, I'll be in the light. vi. Mine Filipino rose I canst not taketh thing's for granted, night might be the last kiss; For I shalt forever giveth to thee me mine dove, mine wish is this. vii. Mine Filipino rose Mine wish is for if I'm to dieth tonight, never forget me lass; Look beyond thy window glass, picture mine wing's in flight. viii. Mine Filipino rose Mine heart, mind, spirit, leg's, arm's, eye's, hair, body, soul; Mine everything of this being, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done.......,,., ix. For god hast sent me an angel Thee; The chosen one........... x. Mine Filipino Rose; I loveth thee more....... ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane nagley dedication \filipino rose dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC

tibi ladylove ( for thee ladylove) latin tongue

i. Mine Filipino rose I canst not thanketh thee enough; For giving me a home. ii. Mine Filipino rose Thou always asketh if I knoweth how much thou doth for me; Yes, I do knoweth, as tis I'm so blessed, and thankful mine queen. iii. Mine Filipino rose I've seen the street's of gold, the pearly gates, the mansion of god; Because of thee, I've seen heaven's scene's, as thou art a cherub. iv. Mine Filipino rose As I always sayeth, tomorrow may never cometh; Where the fountain's of life floweth, there I'll stayeth. v. Mine Filipino rose Mine existence, mine life, mine earl Jane, mine wife; Mine law of good and right, if I dont awaketh, I'll be in the light. vi. Mine Filipino rose I canst not taketh thing's for granted, night might be the last kiss; For I shalt forever giveth to thee me mine dove, mine wish is this. vii. Mine Filipino rose Mine wish is for if I'm to dieth tonight, never forget me lass; Look beyond thy window glass, picture mine wing's in flight. viii. Mine Filipino rose Mine heart, mind, spirit, leg's, arm's, eye's, hair, body, soul; Mine everything of this being, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done.......,,., ix. For god hast sent me an angel Thee; The chosen one........... x. Mine Filipino Rose; I loveth thee more....... ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane nagley dedication \filipino rose dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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They speak loudly and in generalities. In truth, had they been born 10,000 years earlier, Neither one would have given the other fire. A forehead like a Neanderthal's And a spine full of steel walk into a bar. "I'll have a Guinness and a mop," sayeth the spine.

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Nov 23, 2013

Nov 23, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC

They speak loudly and in generalities. In truth, had they been born 10,000 years earlier, Neither one would have given the other fire. A forehead like a Neanderthal's And a spine full of steel walk into a bar. "I'll have a Guinness and a mop," sayeth the spine.

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Breathe Steady 10.29.20 go forth then, unto God and his Glory, abounding and rejoicing in the power and peace of that holy dwelling place. abide, therefore, forever in the Love and in the Light. -sayeth the channelings, sayeth the distorted mask, sayeth that through which sound passes.- sons and daughters of the Earth who bathe in the waters drawn of love/light/wisdom in the bathhouse of the higher densities and inner planes. Bath waters of golden white light, brilliant in a radial pouring forth of tangible understanding and freewill. scarcely can such energy be described in so cumbersome a language, charming as it endeavors to be. underwhelming must the emotions evoked be in comparison with the All Glory of experience of that which is spoken of. the death ****** of the fire-bird serves as its own inoculum and womb; two ends of a terminus in polarity. I activate in order to combine, dwindling dread. I seal the upswing of trans-dimensional laughter, with the everyday tone of exodus. I am guided by the advent of thermals. -I am a solar riptide, surf me- and then time slowed way down. the semi trucks were like great sea mammals with their whale calls and slow passage by the flanks. “Who are you?” “I am the Kalachakra.” “Did you hear that?” (hushed tones, hands cover the phone.) I was quite close to the illusion of Death. The opaque specter, shaking and rumbling the very fabric of the matrix about me. wavering not within the sinkhole of indifference lest my terror turn manifest. I’ve risen from a pillar of salt, I’ll rise from the embers next.

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC

Breathe Steady 10.29.20 go forth then, unto God and his Glory, abounding and rejoicing in the power and peace of that holy dwelling place. abide, therefore, forever in the Love and in the Light. -sayeth the channelings, sayeth the distorted mask, sayeth that through which sound passes.- sons and daughters of the Earth who bathe in the waters drawn of love/light/wisdom in the bathhouse of the higher densities and inner planes. Bath waters of golden white light, brilliant in a radial pouring forth of tangible understanding and freewill. scarcely can such energy be described in so cumbersome a language, charming as it endeavors to be. underwhelming must the emotions evoked be in comparison with the All Glory of experience of that which is spoken of. the death ****** of the fire-bird serves as its own inoculum and womb; two ends of a terminus in polarity. I activate in order to combine, dwindling dread. I seal the upswing of trans-dimensional laughter, with the everyday tone of exodus. I am guided by the advent of thermals. -I am a solar riptide, surf me- and then time slowed way down. the semi trucks were like great sea mammals with their whale calls and slow passage by the flanks. “Who are you?” “I am the Kalachakra.” “Did you hear that?” (hushed tones, hands cover the phone.) I was quite close to the illusion of Death. The opaque specter, shaking and rumbling the very fabric of the matrix about me. wavering not within the sinkhole of indifference lest my terror turn manifest. I’ve risen from a pillar of salt, I’ll rise from the embers next.

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What doth thou invest thine time into? Is it watching sports? Is it t.v? Is it *********** Is it lust? Is it media in all forms? Is it money? Food? Drink? Is it memoribillia? Is it the metal car? That wilt just rust and ruin and not last........ Is it mansion, home or shack? Is it dope? *** Money orders? Checks? Is it hatred? And greed? Cutting others down? Crying? Is it lonesomeness? When thou aren't really lonely? Is it a fake smile To please the phonies? Is it thinking of tommorrow When we've only today? Is it thy looks? Pride amazed? Is it shopping? Clothes? Silver? Gold? Hath thou tried to focus Not on these wordly things.............. But focus on thy lovers!!!!!!! Husbands, Wives, Sons Mothers Daughter's Pets(animals period) Brothers Sisters Aunties Uncles Cousins Neices Nephews Family period Or the one thou art in love with Romance wise? Hath thou done this today? Or keeping that love secret??? Tommorrow might not come Better make the move, Husbandman Wife Father Son Lovers To be one...... Tis Tis I sayeth Tommorrow Might not cometh.... Tis I do believe Tommorrow don't always cometh!!!!!!

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC

Time investing, what is it to all of you?

What doth thou invest thine time into? Is it watching sports? Is it t.v? Is it *********** Is it lust? Is it media in all forms? Is it money? Food? Drink? Is it memoribillia? Is it the metal car? That wilt just rust and ruin and not last........ Is it mansion, home or shack? Is it dope? *** Money orders? Checks? Is it hatred? And greed? Cutting others down? Crying? Is it lonesomeness? When thou aren't really lonely? Is it a fake smile To please the phonies? Is it thinking of tommorrow When we've only today? Is it thy looks? Pride amazed? Is it shopping? Clothes? Silver? Gold? Hath thou tried to focus Not on these wordly things.............. But focus on thy lovers!!!!!!! Husbands, Wives, Sons Mothers Daughter's Pets(animals period) Brothers Sisters Aunties Uncles Cousins Neices Nephews Family period Or the one thou art in love with Romance wise? Hath thou done this today? Or keeping that love secret??? Tommorrow might not come Better make the move, Husbandman Wife Father Son Lovers To be one...... Tis Tis I sayeth Tommorrow Might not cometh.... Tis I do believe Tommorrow don't always cometh!!!!!!

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Beautiful thou art Gorgeous majesty; Dazzling thou art, Mine Filipino dream. Kind thou art- Soothing mine aches; Speaking to me in angel-tongue- O' how I'm one, with thee mine mate. Jane, mine Jane, I'll sayeth It again, O' how I'm in love, With thee mine best friend; For we shant end, I'm thine- Thine alone; as thou art mine, Mine sun that shines, for verily, O' verily, with thee I am home. For if thou were never shown And not given to me by God; I'd be lost in a pool, of birth- Pain's of death and loss. Though we've payed ourn Cost, of tribulation's-patience; Mine love, mine dove- O' with thee I'm in harmony, with thy heart as my economy, flowing in abundance. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC

Gorgeous majesty, it's thee i need

Beautiful thou art Gorgeous majesty; Dazzling thou art, Mine Filipino dream. Kind thou art- Soothing mine aches; Speaking to me in angel-tongue- O' how I'm one, with thee mine mate. Jane, mine Jane, I'll sayeth It again, O' how I'm in love, With thee mine best friend; For we shant end, I'm thine- Thine alone; as thou art mine, Mine sun that shines, for verily, O' verily, with thee I am home. For if thou were never shown And not given to me by God; I'd be lost in a pool, of birth- Pain's of death and loss. Though we've payed ourn Cost, of tribulation's-patience; Mine love, mine dove- O' with thee I'm in harmony, with thy heart as my economy, flowing in abundance. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)

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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

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC

Baile de la orilla del mar ( Dancing the seaside) spanish tongue

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

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ii. Sampaguitas to fragrance her mane She whispereth sir Brandon; Mine husband Mine king. ii. I layeth down the counterpane frankincense and myrrh aligned; Tea candles surrounding ourn jungle Of a bedspread romantic design. iii. Tis we loseth, track of all time She sloweth her breathing, I singeth for her, she smiles and sayeth it's pleasing; ourn heart's steadily yet quickly beating, as if we were drunkened off of lover's delight divine. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose )

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Oct 11, 2015

Oct 11, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC

Sampaguitas to fragrance her mane

ii. Sampaguitas to fragrance her mane She whispereth sir Brandon; Mine husband Mine king. ii. I layeth down the counterpane frankincense and myrrh aligned; Tea candles surrounding ourn jungle Of a bedspread romantic design. iii. Tis we loseth, track of all time She sloweth her breathing, I singeth for her, she smiles and sayeth it's pleasing; ourn heart's steadily yet quickly beating, as if we were drunkened off of lover's delight divine. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose )

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( Brandon) wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together in the holy bonds of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her so long as ye both shall live? Me (to mine queen earl Jane nagley) I MORE than DO!!!! ( earl Jane) wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together in the holy bonds of matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him so long as ye both shall live? Jane- ( I MOST definitely DO) ( me putting ring of amour on Jane's hand) I, Brandon Nagley, take thee,Earl jane, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith. (Jane getting ring from her father putting ring of amour on mine) I, earl jane, take thee, Brandon Nagley, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith. Forasmuch as, Brandon Nagley and earl jane nagley have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have pledged their faith each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands and by giving and receiving rings; I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride...... ( me) getting down first before kissing her, I kneel, kissing both her hand's on one knee. and staring in her eye's, ( tear's come down) from all the happiness and joy inside me... I stand up...... ( kiss for ten minute's) tears flowing both of our eyes) Clapping and smile's in the crowd of friend's and family..... I sing for her..... In front of all, as we dance....... On that wedding floor, Until the night end's, Though we stay up the whole day Until a day and a half later We fall asleep into eachother's arm's.. In heaven In bliss... Two hand's In one marriage.... As tis when we waketh up; Mine queen stareth at me And sais " I loveth thee most" As tis I sayeth back Me more...... ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane nagley/wedding day dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC

I now pronounce you man and wife

( Brandon) wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together in the holy bonds of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her so long as ye both shall live? Me (to mine queen earl Jane nagley) I MORE than DO!!!! ( earl Jane) wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together in the holy bonds of matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him so long as ye both shall live? Jane- ( I MOST definitely DO) ( me putting ring of amour on Jane's hand) I, Brandon Nagley, take thee,Earl jane, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith. (Jane getting ring from her father putting ring of amour on mine) I, earl jane, take thee, Brandon Nagley, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith. Forasmuch as, Brandon Nagley and earl jane nagley have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have pledged their faith each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands and by giving and receiving rings; I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride...... ( me) getting down first before kissing her, I kneel, kissing both her hand's on one knee. and staring in her eye's, ( tear's come down) from all the happiness and joy inside me... I stand up...... ( kiss for ten minute's) tears flowing both of our eyes) Clapping and smile's in the crowd of friend's and family..... I sing for her..... In front of all, as we dance....... On that wedding floor, Until the night end's, Though we stay up the whole day Until a day and a half later We fall asleep into eachother's arm's.. In heaven In bliss... Two hand's In one marriage.... As tis when we waketh up; Mine queen stareth at me And sais " I loveth thee most" As tis I sayeth back Me more...... ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane nagley/wedding day dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Hermosa Matahum nga; Maganda, beau, just a few Of the way's I couldst sayeth Beautiful to thee sweet jane. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl jane Nagley dedication-Filipino-rose ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC

(18w) Beautiful

Hermosa Matahum nga; Maganda, beau, just a few Of the way's I couldst sayeth Beautiful to thee sweet jane. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl jane Nagley dedication-Filipino-rose ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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In these closely quarter's called apartments.... There's a porch right next to me Third floor There is a man named Anthony Thirties in age or so, Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with Yet friends he doth not seeketh.... He doth not liveth here Yet myswell sayeth he doth... The girl next to me Dallas ( her name) Isn't with Anthony ( as I said) just friends.... But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend... As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion.... I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up Like a lantern to a flame.... I seeith his hearts enflamed... Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's.. What canst the man do? As I seeith him take a heavied puff Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty.... I seeith he dreaded going back inside As his heart was screaming ( GET OUT, SHES MINE ***** He kept his head hung low As if going to the gallows.....

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Jul 1, 2015

Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC

In these closely quarter's called apartments.... There's a porch right next to me Third floor There is a man named Anthony Thirties in age or so, Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with Yet friends he doth not seeketh.... He doth not liveth here Yet myswell sayeth he doth... The girl next to me Dallas ( her name) Isn't with Anthony ( as I said) just friends.... But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend... As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion.... I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up Like a lantern to a flame.... I seeith his hearts enflamed... Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's.. What canst the man do? As I seeith him take a heavied puff Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty.... I seeith he dreaded going back inside As his heart was screaming ( GET OUT, SHES MINE ***** He kept his head hung low As if going to the gallows.....

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Of no time and place... save for due Truest North of no time and place...a kindled air as such...never a Draconian night layeth upon...O Hyperborea. Muse of Muse...whose tacit glory begot lip and lyre...illumined wholes that sayeth verily unto illumined wholes. Unbroken gaiety...where the only obscuration's the recesses of witnesses in full bearing...Beauty's Knowing...Knowable Beauty. O Hyperborea...as light, lighteth... yet lit be not--high heaped upon high, celebrants of whir and fire... fire and whir...whir and fire! Thou danceth a sun's one-upmanship, to emblazon the dreams of Thracian peoples. That the world may know, and know well...the north wind...of no time and place--due Truest North of no time and place...be kindled by Apollonian graces. As an urn contains what's trialed by fire, as fire...Beauty unbridled...poureth forth under the Hyperborean sun... never to casteth a shadow.

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC

Of no time and place... save for due Truest North of no time and place...a kindled air as such...never a Draconian night layeth upon...O Hyperborea. Muse of Muse...whose tacit glory begot lip and lyre...illumined wholes that sayeth verily unto illumined wholes. Unbroken gaiety...where the only obscuration's the recesses of witnesses in full bearing...Beauty's Knowing...Knowable Beauty. O Hyperborea...as light, lighteth... yet lit be not--high heaped upon high, celebrants of whir and fire... fire and whir...whir and fire! Thou danceth a sun's one-upmanship, to emblazon the dreams of Thracian peoples. That the world may know, and know well...the north wind...of no time and place--due Truest North of no time and place...be kindled by Apollonian graces. As an urn contains what's trialed by fire, as fire...Beauty unbridled...poureth forth under the Hyperborean sun... never to casteth a shadow.

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