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Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!
This world uncertain is:
Fond are life’s lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys.
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!

Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade;
All things to end are made;
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen’s eye;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!

Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate;
Earth still holds ope her gate;
Come, come! the bells do cry;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!

Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death’s bitterness;
Hell’s executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!

Haste therefore each degree
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player’s stage.
Mount we unto the sky;
I am sick, I must die—
        Lord, have mercy on us!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

Her ethnic blithe
Maketh me high;
I tasteth her nectar
And goggle her lithe.

ii.

I nestle neath
And inside her mind;
sultry, indulging
Silked so fine.

iii.

She is mine bower
In noontide tower;
She is mine hour
Filipino flower.

iv.

Fullsome In yore
In kingdom's of galore;
Mine Reyna, mine manliligaw
Mine kaluluwa, mine amour'.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane dedication
manliligaw means - lover in Filipino
kaluluwa means - soul Filipino tongue
Yore means- of long ago or former times...
Bower means- shade
brandon nagley May 2015
A bouquet hung in afterhour pantry,
A bell to ring the starved noise,
Two spirit's gathering extraterrestrial information,
A stairway chalked by toys!!!

A damp moistness to bleed out ourn Laugh's,
No docteretic sources,
Just serene gleams of minds alike inbathed!!!

Abundance of sizziling swelter,
Bogged heavy in due rain heat,
A voisterous composition,
The crow polishes ourn two's feet!!

I tasteth her plum need,
She gravels our toes,
Fulminations children breed,
In translucent clear clothes!!!

We wither in feathered juiciness,
Where fences are none to find,
Wherein camera's we make to shiver,
We break back's on massage oil chyme!

She reaches over to take mine fears,
She maketh me a warmsome bed,
Different valley's in singular astronomical view,
Both alive, yet so dead!!

Ourn peritonium's hunch in closer,
As ourn cartilage gets renaissance,
Were two alike, a Shakespherian Poe poster,
A darkness and light of Dupont!!!

Puzzles with missing pieces,
Though we ourn selves fill the gaps,
Where none can enter between us,
For ourn chapters are ammophilously wrapped!!!
brandon nagley Feb 2016
i.

Mine doting of thou,
Is not wilting amour;
Mine love is more
Then floating, outside
Thy door.

ii.

Even in mine woe,
And caging dolor;
I shouteth thy name,
"Sweet jane' mine girl.

iii.

Whilst even in mine
Suffering, and the
Battle I'm in; with
Satan and his lackey's,
I wilt step upon them.
With thy help, and God's
Discipline, Jane O' Jane,
I'll soareth to the highest
Apex, mine plume's to expand,
Wing's to stretch; Yahweh's mighty
Word, to push them back to the gates of death.

iv.

So mine Jane,
I telleth thou this;
I'm not losing amour,
Nor am I tenderness.
I'm in the stage, of trans-
Figuration, O' soon queen,
We shalt meet in blissfulness,
Beautiful apparition's. Ghost's of
Old, ancient soul's, we'll tasteth
Cascade's of mezmerdade; bralishas
Of barinthia, thitherward the province of
Ourn holy one, next to El Shaddai, meaning
Elohim, also Jehovah, mine Jane and honey-
Bee. Aside the Almighty's throne, And elevated
Seat, his son Jesus Christ on the right- garbed
In robes that floweth with the vim of life. As there
Shalt be none need for the sun or moon, the creator's
Ourn light. A place that's right, wherein there art none wrong's,
Ourn sin's art forgotten within the angelic song's, these song's wilt be sung, on a basis of eternity; none ending, just befriending of the saint's at God's feet. Wisdom shalt be deep, from the beginning of ages, none more false prophet's nor greedy men to ruin the nation's, Concord within ourn Lord shalt follow the month's, as Jane, mine swain, it wilt be in this time's happening;
It's still thee I shalt want. So hold on tightly, don't let loose of mine hand, we'll trounce these dark bearers, and pour holy oil upon their head's, None more wilt they torture us, as they'll flee instead, before of ourn Lord, Jesus Christ, the risen, the man, the son of God, ourn protection, whom hath arisen from the dead.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Doting or dote- means adore- or adoring.
Wilting- as a leaf. Wilting away.
Dolor- means a state of great sorrow or distress.
Whilst- means while.
Lackey's or lackey is - servant or servants...
Wilt- also meaning archaic form ( will)....
Transfiguration- a complete change of form or appearance into a more beautiful or spiritual state. ( for me inward)
mezmerdade- is a word I created meaning- mesmerizing undying beauty.
bralishas- another word I made means- juicy lips.
barinthia- is a word I made up meaning ( bountiful or "abundant" era, or time.)
Thitherward also means thither- or to or toward a place.
Yahweh is a name for God in Hebrew form.
So is Elohim, and Jehovah.
El Shaddai- means God Almighty in Hebrew tongue. If you are confused why I use Hebrew names no I'm not Jewish if you know Christians we use same name for God as the ancient Hebrews -( Jews do) except most Jews don't except their own real Messiah Jesus like us Christians do . as the Jews should be doing.they've mocked Christ their own messiah from the beginning and will look for a false savior and messiah ( Antichrist as spoken in Revelation.) Though God loves his chosen Jewish people and wants them to return to him. As many will. Though many will be
Decieved by the son of perdition, the man of sin ( the Antichrist)..
Swain- means young lover...
Trounce means- .rebuke, conquer or punish severely.
brandon nagley May 2015
A hidden key
To unlock this soul
A Victorian queen
To confine mine home

An ancient lass
Druid class
Unpolished
Uncorrupted

I seeketh one to give me all
As I her
Two words
(King and queen)

To be the apple of her eye
Bringeth me back to life
Push the red soup back in mine arteries
Light the alpha and omega torch!!!!

Scorched!!!

By ones petting upon mine countenance
A cigarette of Aphroditus
A holy plus and sacred minus
A positive and negative so attractional!!!

Her long darkened locks
To zephyr across mine chiffonier
As she drenches me in cartoon weird
A delighting smear of two bodies in the swelter!!!!!

Unplugged
Raw
Unkiltered
Filthy animals in rawest mold!!!

Antediluvian souls!!!!

Her slaver
Uncustomarily
Her quiver
I tasteth as dairy

Unadulterated by man, plush by god!!!

Yet its a lost chimera
Laughing back at me
There's none that standeth at mine gate
All a whimpering dream

A fantasy of hopeless romantic!!

Why chase the treasure?
I see no chance
Still a dunce
Of high school dance

As I'll sit in the bleachers glancing the crowd!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her laughter
español refined
Her essence
Engraved between mine mind
Her all
I seeketh to lie me down
To lift me to her cosmic airlift
To bait me in Spanish brown
To tasteth me as a sweat
Dripping from her limbs
Her wings hath caught me
Cleansed me of mine sins
Her hands wide reaching
For I've been reaching back
Stand-by for mi amour'
A ranch casa style shack
A willow tree in back
Fuchsia in the front
No mechanization of mankind
No needs, deed's, nor wants
Only eachother
Up against the wind
Flapping ourn ivory glides
Feeling free once again!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Tramontane concoction
Alien's of different worlds
Consummate's of relations
A sinner boy and angel girl

First class textings
Between the two of them
Pastlife Amour's
Meeting again in love and best friends!!

Maximal feelings
She calleth a dangerous thing
Yet for eachother
Ourn hearts due flutter
Were two bees without the stings

Cryptic strings
Angelic harped
We seek the moon
And rest at parks

We are two
Yet one in spirit
Forgotten the world
Made poems our pearls
As her voice I draw to hear it!

Her *** appeal
So overriding all the rest
Yet the rest has none anyways
For its mine amare
Tis the best!!

She's not the rest
For that I know
I gaveth up the world
Gaveth her mine soul

For I hope she knows
How much for her I adore
She's that spice in ones head
When life's gone dead
She brings happiness to mine door!!!

Ive never felt this before!!!

And tis
I won't!!!
I shalt not leave her
Yes I do believe her
She's mine Spanish rose!
Mine Spanish queen
And Spaniard dream
Where ice creams stacked
And dripping cream
Sensuality means!!
She's high to me
A throne in glee
A song and tease
I seek her tree
To lie under it
To tasteth her spit
And **** her wine lips
To grasp her tones
To feel her hips
To pull her hair
One stroke at a time
To take a dive
Inside her mind
She maketh Me see
When I was blind
She turned back the clock
I forgot all time
For her I shine
For her I love
For her I'd die
Please
Dont cry
Mine amour
Of mine
Thou art so fine
In a life I never knew
Make me thine husband
Please break me through!!!
Divinity from me soul
brandon nagley Aug 2015
I knoweth I'm in love;
Whenever mine Reyna's gone, mine thought's of her never end
I knoweth I'm in love;
When mine queen start's crying, mine soul feeleth as dying death
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I goeth to sayest one word, and mine rose completeth it
I knoweth I'm in love;
Mine eye's art shut, picturing mine lass on the side of mine waist
I knoweth I'm in love;
When it's her eye's I seeketh to look into, to tasteth her taste
I knoweth im in love;
We sing to eachother, turneth on one another, Melodie's in peace
I knoweth I'm in love;
I'll waiteth a thousand, million, billion, quadrillion, forever
I knoweth I'm in love;
She maketh me smile, laugh, happy, dance, do thing's I don't do
I knoweth I'm in love;
She's inspiring, always reminding me, of an amour so true
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I breathe, tis her breathe, every second is best, with her
I knoweth I'm in love;
With her I'm in heaven, the world I do forget, chariot of celestial's
I knoweth I'm in love;
The star's rest on her back, the moon her head, the sun her lip's
I knoweth I'm in love;
She attract's me in all way's, tis she's mine night and day, light
I knoweth I'm in love;
We art one spirit, one abode, one all, one at home
I knoweth im in love;
She alway's forgiveth me, as tis, I alway's forgiveth her
I knoweth were in love;
When she sayest back, " I loveth thee most, I sayest " ME MORE".

I knoweth I'm in love..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i.

A sacrosanct barouche
On the side, a gilded cartouche;
Ourn autograph's written in, with diamonds Jewel's.

ii.

One supernatural horse
To pulleth us on the scene;
Relaxing atmosphere, one queen, and me her king.

iii.

Casting spell's upon eachother
With her voodoo, I drip into her eye's;
I tasteth her sweat, dripping in with mine.

iv.

Candle's awaiteth at home
The night-time dimly lit;
Making amare until the day break, we cuddle into ourn grip's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

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

ii.

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

iii.

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

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



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Awsaaf Ali Apr 2014
Strings o' de'd piano singeth,
Voices beaneth its heart, expelleth,
Movin' sadness o' my grave, murmureth,
Coffin o' t'se broken love weep'th,
Every pint o' her voice, serene tasteth,
Every drop o' her saliva, my lips t'en consumeth,
Eyes h've I open'd, memories t'se,
Enigmatic'ly disappeareth,
Hairs o' mine, tranquil breeze pusheth,
Words within my mouth, die in t'at war o' silence,
Shrinketh ***** o' mine, fume exposeth,
Yet the requiem, w'th victorious head o' silence, stoppeth hath not,
Burstin' blisters on fingers o' mine, squeezeth the throat o' thy piano.
brandon nagley May 2015
Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thy own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking your other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations/...
This is an old lonesome poem
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The only time I canst rest
Is when mine mi amour' is at peace...

The only time I canst breathe
Is when mi amour' sayeth she loveth me....

The only time I feeleth
Is when mi amour's around....

The only time im living
Is when mi amour pulleth me up from the ground...

The only time I feeleth fine
Is when I tasteth mi amour's wine...

The only time, I looseth track of time
Is when I seeith her picture, it's ****, queen like and divine...

The only night's anymore I shalt sleep
Is when mi amour writes, that it's mine heart that she keeps...

The only time mine day starts out well
Is knowing she's there, in mine prison cell...

The only time anything maketh any sense.....................
Is when mine mi amour' is happy and content....................



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thine own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...

Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking thy other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!

Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations
This is an old lonely poem
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I tasteth that blood again,
And tis bitter
Metallic gesture

Shalt one maketh it better?

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