Where is that lover in the black dress? One not of worldly dispair, one of makeup made from queen like caress.
Where is the string player? The dream slayer amongst devils of men, beyond cremation of friend's. For words art just meaning's of all seeming realities of cape fear! No desires ever met, for this one truest of death surely draweth near.
Like liquid to the needle, like wings on the Beatle, air conditioned rooms made from doom, I bleed out prophetic tears!!!
Images of ashy mascara currupts human time, queen of black, sits on back cracking fingers in glue like slime!!!
An actualiser, say adieu to morning glory faces. Painted on places to canvasses of darkened boutique....
The administrator,a navigator gather all on cloudish cobblestoned paths, much more than an assembly....
Babiche laces rambling to the dark souled queens Victorian skin!!!!
Axer thy taste towards her, the one owned by no one!!!! The one adored...

She whistles to heartbrakes destruction...... ( la,LA,LA,LA....she's the only one awake amongst those who snore....


©Brandon Nagley
©Prison poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Mine halcyon forelimb's stroke the reaper hamlet, I stand upon doom-departed bluff,  waving a white apparel insignia... At twilight black insomnia rages the run-a-bout, wherein the fear connects to doubt, just wanting one to simply cuddle me! In tucked in gardenia's underneath the sycamore tree. Yet to much blancheness wherein color should be fiery elegant wherein from whence it cameth..... The potluck flamekiss to light underneath mine eyes to roll them back as dice in a skillfully played out bet!!!!

A poet uses their
Soul for word's;
And their spirit
As their pen.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i.

Floret of the zenith,
Shower down upon
Me; with thine arm's
Wrap and garb me,
With a diadem
Hemmed
As a rose
Petal's
Stem.

ii.

Lass, of mine desire.
There's a shimmer aside
The fire; ourn silhouettes
Trace ourn love's attire,
I calleth thee Reyna, as
I heareth the whisper
"Sire", I gently kiss
Thine hand; we tire.
Falling asleep, in ourn
Dream's, with thee I squire.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i.

I thank thee Almighty, for the pulchritude of the blue,
Thou hath rendered me with a woman, a gentle darling
Of Asia's moon.

ii.

I thank thee O' father, for the firmament child, thou hast
Been merciful to me, with a queen of coastline wild's;
As I buss her in only sleep, I looketh forward to ourn coming,
Knowing one day we shalt walk hand in hand-
Face to face, glory stunning.

iii.

I thank thee O' Theos, omnipotent upon thy throne, to praise do I giveth thee, engineer of flesh and bone; thou hast made mine bed in heaven, and on Earth Jane mine abode, thou hast given me an offering, a soulmate to mine soul, How more than satisfied I am-
To calleth her mine sweet, O' Yahweh do I setteth mine life down upon thy feet.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated

Her smile always smooth's
Mine tear's;
If I dieth tommorrow
Me and her wilt still liveth on, an eternity of year's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated

In subjection
To her deepest requests
In subjection
I layeth down mine best
In subjection
Yet whilst courting her mine
A clock that canst stop
An amour' of world end time
Ourn wings shalt fly
Make a bunker on the moon
Lay a blanket at ourn quarry
The snakes to weave on through
Silhouettes of ourn Shadow's
Making love is wild radiance
Forgetting of all the others
As for eachother in all remberance
Experts of vie passée cognition
A bonheur never known to man
A peaceful sanctuary
A sacré dynasty
inconnu to new edge ère
Blackened dusked perfume
I shalt goût to her mascara
Espagnes miroir to give me what I need
For me to seeith mineself,
As for her to seeith I am her
She is me!!!

We were pastlife lovers
Disjointed by mankind
We stepped off the apollo
Rebirthed in soul and mind!!!

We planted ourn own seed
Tis the world was left behind
Henthforth leaving traces
Of ourn tales for thou to find!!!

i.

Dear lord
This is a quick prayer;
For someone in despair
Mine queen, and mine world.

ii.

Dear lord
The demons art messing with her head;
Making her doubt her worth
If anyone shalt suffer, let me instead.

iii.

Dear lord
She's the angel thou hath sent me;
She uplift's me and correct's me
Canst thou now please stimulate her.

iv.

Dear lord
Please don't taketh her away;
She's the breathe in mine lung's, mine night and day
The blood in mine heart, that runneth in mine vein's.

v.

Dear lord
Heavenly Father;
Put me upon her cross
Taketh her down, put me up, I'll dieth slowly for her to live.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

Restriction of the Bay's yeehaw,
Politely in the inner steel,
Cold bars to the planet Mars,
Dealers are encased as they want a deal!!!!

Currency friendly banker's bank upon thy smallest of wages,
Where buttered blades slice through T. C control!!!

Quadruplets of chain-gang walk in's all talking is sprayed like Russian magazines,
Some grown to addiction,
Dreamer's stay phene!!!!

Profane novelists attend the wickered chairs,
Wherein only ones a pair in solitaried room,
Twenty months to thou makes a year,
While a year settles for two....

Draft windows,
Plasticated pillows are showcases for what's to come!!!
Sit down,
Thou fool in blue the shows here, or the show has just begun!!!!!

Bribery is doubled,
A hand here at this polo lagoon!
Wherein monsoon's turn to drop outs,
Where knockout's are proprietary  locked into place wittled  with screws!!!!

Strenuous pulsation's beat to the enflamed core,
Pose thyself,
Thy critic of nature and god, you've settled your betted scores!!!!!

Narcotic,
I see you promising greater hopes with pre-maturities scope,
I've missed the hanging strike!!!

i.

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

ii.

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

iii.

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

iv.

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

v.

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




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul

LÏvÏǸＧ しσ㉫
Wφħ ﻝAǸ㉫;
I'๓ AしÏv㉫ AＧAÏǸ.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

Arduous art thy times?

Spanish traveler,

Thy eyes are teared,
Makeup smeared,
For I shalt wipe them with arcane kisses...

Art thou desolate?

A forgotten innocent,
For thy renaissance is coming,
Thy voice I want to heareth humming,

Wilt thou except mine call?

Caramel skinned fair one,
Beam to the sun,
Replenisher of one,
Me...the one thyself uplifts!!!

Veracity here dont miss!!!

Thou art recondite to many,
Yet to me thou giveth plenty,
Thou art a hundred,
To every Penny,

Thy beneficence I do see!!!

If I could id take thy pain,
Along with all thy Spanish rain,
I'd throne thou as queen
To all thy dreams,

Like Cinderella mine dear!!!

I'd find thou thy prince
I would gloss thy soul
With happiness,
I'd take thy sullen worries in maverick of ways,

Queen of god, queen of conundrum place!!!

I'd feel thy skin,
And warm thy bones,
I'd walk next beside thou,
In emptied roads

Crucified for thou, taking thy pain in nail form!

Id appease thou with roses,
Rub thy feet in fine tinker,
A neck message like liquor,
And ourn fingers would be locked

Instantaneously space jolted!!!

I would stare through thine marbles as no other,
Be thine kin
Significant other

Aren't friends there for eachother?

Queen of spicy roots!!!
Thou art a euphony with writings,
And thine mind
So enticing
Thy inventions much laudable

As I soak in thy suds!!!

To thou I'd make a novel
For no worries
Nor any sorrows
Rest today

Id come tomorrow, in dreamlike apparition!!!

For thou I would cook,
I would hide amongst thy books
Like two felons
Diverse crooks

Innovate ourn own genes....

Virtuoso of volition woes,
Take mine shirt
We'll rest on snow
Nostalgia thou shalt not want

When thou will rest thy head in mine lap!!!

A fertile bed
A comfy nap
Primal beings
Angelic trapped

One mellifluous ******* bomb!!!

I'd pull thou close
Take off ourn shoes
I'll gallop far
For me and thou
I'll make it queen, make it somehow!!

We shalt be magnanimous under the moon!!!
Well magnate as creatures
Of lost lagoon

Well douse in hot concentration!!!

Thou art alone
Mine lonely goddess
One of love
And old time knowledge
For Its strange

Thou I've felt as if I've known thou for one thousand lifetimes before!!!!!
Mi amour'

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my *****?
Ooooh aah, mother, should I build a wall?

Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooh aah, is it just a waste of time?

Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm

Ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Oooh aah, mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone ***** get through
Mama's gonna wait up till you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe
You'll always be a baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high

Thou art addicted
Aren't thou?
To H.P that is....  

I canst lie,
Me to (:

Fizzy pop incensed balm to filleth the romanced room
Wherein the smoke reaches the stars
And wraps its aroma around the moon!!!

In the spectral mausoleum
Wherein the human's left me deserted;
I still wilt writeth transcendent poesy
Mine blood as the word's to be posted.

An anointed omnipresent
To luster her anticipation of mine proclivity;
She awaiteth me, behind the benevolence
As her optical's art painting's in Renoir relevance .

I revamp mine apparition
To maketh mineself to her more known;
She seeith mine black suit, unbuttoned shirt
She feeleth mine flesh, and strokes mine old bones.

All mine bad misgivings, she erases like as if at school
She's the teacher, I'm her student, though tis I breaketh rules;
Yet I do payeth attention, to this queen whoever she is
Yet thou must remember, this is all a dream, spurious wish!

Though tis just an illusion, I still hath highest Hope's
Because I'm not the other men, proudly others seeith that most;
As tis I shalt continue on, writing amour for one not around
Whoever she is, and who she might be, please release me from..

The ground................




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Hɛaʋɛռ
Wɦat ɖօtɦ tɦօʊ ҡռօաɛtɦ aɮօʊt ɦɛaʋɛռ ʄʀɨɛռɖ;
I aʟʀɛaɖʏ ɦatɦ ɦɛaʋɛռ ɨռ tɦɛ քaʟʍ օʄ ʍɨռɛ ɦaռɖ's
Tɦat ɦɛaʋɛռ's Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ʍɨռɛ ʍaռ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ

All 50 States
Making a mockery of God
Soon to feel his lightning finger pinch!!!!!!!!

Year of the shemitah!!!!

Ferine ferdelance Gambol's to mine weeping
Tallon's of reaping
Taketh all goodness left from me......
Canst one seeith? The fluorescence that flicker's inside me......
Canst anyone heareth?
Miñe galvano screech!!!!

Tis,
Regular's twas I was not meant for,
For the store closed long ago!!!!!

For any angelic hosts....

Dibble bubble bubble
Written on shitely mearce
A stake to plunder crunch
Of politician Pierce
Colligan
To hollagans
Collagen appeal
Maketh dartboards out of heart boards
Wherein innocence tis real
Foughty daughty submarines
Climbs to ****** coarse
Follitine
Dreamers
Plot success Morse
Coffee beans
To livered spleens
Pains to shock the trike
Childress of a virtue
Seaps of anothers life
Trigulues
And bedulues
Smiling at the air
Drommatice
And romisis
Promises don't care
Foughty immense Brice
Pickled to shickled biles
***** of settle keaster ways
A blighty for the smile
Libertinth
And minants tint
Flight to bagbird heads
Crucifixed pixies
Twilight up ahead!!!

I was blind
But now canst seeith;
Because mine Jane
Of whom I needeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane soulmate dedication

Thou canst be a slave to god,
Or a slave to man!!

Now which doth thou chooseth?

When man enslaves
He gives out whips and brittled glass...

When god enslaves
He giveth a whole paradise of unknown delicacies,

Now which one wouldst thou chooseth?

When her soul's in pain
Verily I bleed;
Tis because we art soulmates
Soulmates indeed.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Two amare's
Both for each other hath spying eyes,
Seeing which ones doing which
Yet still in love
On the side...

I thought it was
Mine heart
Beating in mine chest;
Yet found out
It was mine Queen's beat
As mine and her's
We're the same

Pulsing in melodic rhythm.......



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley Filipino rose

Me llama su mi amour ', pero también reina mía, estoy siempre con ganas de más, de esa luna que residen en los sueños de las minas .... ( Spanish version)

English version+

I calleth her mi amour', yet also mine queen, I'm always wanting more, from that moon who reside's in mine dreams....

Affluent men taketh and foreclose thy dormitory residence
They smirk and grin with their polka dotted ties
They loveth to giveth pain
They laugh to poor man's suicide
They build skyscraper's to thy sky
Metal steel to beam star high
Animal's tis they hunt as trophie's
Whilst African and even American babies art choking
From no food nor water!!!!!!!
They drop acidic gas for slaughter
Whilst putting chemical's in the turf
Slug round's to virginal church
They've scoffed high Jehovah
Made **** their Ponderosa
Wriggling worms
Master artists of DEATH
Selleth thy soul to the world dear reader
And thou shalt taketh thy last breathe
For they've madeth man focus on media ****
****** thee by breast's
They Maketh women a harlot *****
They telleth them what they should be
Giveth them fifty bucks
For girly magazines
But these art the Queen's
That the howler's corrupted their image
Man of no humbling
Devilish scrimmage
As he also maketh men
Robots to his illusion
Giveth him archery
They calleth them soldier brainwashed timid's
They run ourn own weather
( DARPA) run by the government beast
Stick poles in the ground
(Search it in Alaska) thou shalt seeith
Mankind thinks this weather is natural
As natural they tryeth to be
Disillusioned by fact's soon
Their chapter shalt be seen
Their heads will be bowed
Tasting the ash
Their law's of soo called justice
Kiss mine ***!!!
No I don't cuss ( not a cusser honest)
But I'm overboard now
Sick of the molestation of ourn being's, creature's, And GLOBE overflowed!!!!
The blinded eyes
Are woozy by robes
But guess what dearest?
Almost the end of the show.......

Reyna;

If I dieth in the fire
Tuck me in Corinthian attire;

If mine lung's, shalt faileth and succumb
To the pitch black dusk, wherein their is no sun.

Reyna;

If mine eye's rolleth back
Put oriental pennies on them, to floateth down thy river.

If mine brawn doth frail
Be sure to giveth away mine treasure's.

Giveth charity to the poor man
Underneath I/75 bridge.

Mine spirit shalt be watching over thee
And ourn abode of bliss.

Reyna;

Just in case the morn doth not make it
I just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine queen, and mine basis.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

That heartache
Wherein mi amour' leaveth
I've lost mine soul
I feeleth I can't breatheth!!!!

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst i;
I'm overly satisfied.

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst I;
I've found mine abode.

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst I;
When thou art what I sought a many ages'.

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst I;
Thou art mine amour, I jotteth down on these pages.

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst I;
When with thee I'm one.

Alway's so afraid I will leaveth thou;
Why wouldst I;
When thou art mine wife.

Alway's so afraid I wilt leaveth thou
Why wouldst I;
When we art soulmates.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Saurian Jovian's and Martian's clasp me to catastrophe rubble,
Dusty airpocket's, with blue sky bubble's, I tryeth to reacheth. Whilst their hobnail's art click cackling, mine suffocation is intensified by magnitude; longitude and latitude, distance is cleverly missing, mine red flow rushes, mine heartbeat nudge's; Harmonious harp playing angelic one, Gale's her hail assail into the impenetrable. She's Immortal and invincible; on forearm's, nose to her garb, her bouquet fragrance I canst telleth a lie; got me broiling in mammal wild primal heat.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

i

In the impossible
I hath found the possible
As her education is far from
Terrestrial proficiency.

ii

In the death I dieth daily
She's mine starchild baby
As her gushing decorum
Is a forum to all saint's and good Samaritan's.

iii

She outdoes any in beauty
None doth cometh close
She's alive yet a ghost
Soo miraculously she sketches her maquillage.

iv

Her life-force is astounding
Spanish lingo of her's so attracting
Mine thirst for her is abounding
As a suckling I çryeth when she goeth away......

v

She maketh all nightmare's leave
Tis its her I am, tis she's me
Like a trapped bird, she set's me free
How daily do I wait her empress call to her throne!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

i

Tíѕ í αm juѕt α ѕlαvє,
ѕєnt вч Gσd tσ mє
α wσmαn; A quєєn
σf wєlkín'ѕ wαч'ѕ.

ii

Tíѕ í dєѕєrvєth nσt,
σnє σf pєrfєctíσn;
Vєrílч ѕhє'ѕ thє dírєctíσn
whєrєín pєαcє wαlk'ѕ.

ííí

Whєn ѕhє tαlkѕ,
pѕαlm'ѕ mαѕѕαgє hєr tσnguє;
whєn ѕhє αѕ α вαвє rσck'ѕ,
thє mσσn dαncєѕ thє ѕun.

ív

I thσught tíѕ í, thαt
cαmє tσ ѕαvєth hєr;
thσugh ѕhє cαmє tσ
ѕαvєth mє, α pєαѕαnt
σf thє єαrth.



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley (agapi mou) dedication

Assiduous aster couple
Defendant's of moral code,
Picking plenty of garden truffel's
Elation of electrology gonidium grove

Flex branches
Flexed to granial proportion,
Mad hatter like parkway's
No psychedelic distortion

All is real here
Tis the Jasmine's are kept in Jardiniere's
Kaddish shalt be spoken in different language
Blessed holy every seven years

No keno like chances
All is predetermined fate,
Candles on ourn table
Lap-robes to fit ourn date

A dame to all remission
Whilst Damiana to lax ourn sense
Chocolate bag's of smothered kisses
Ourn bodies to eachother to taste as mints

We shalt leave the world on doorstep
Coronet's upon ourn domes
Coroniform shapely spirit's
Corposants of ourn own ghost

Correlation of childer childe
Chimeres to glaze ourn agile
Fragile as pottery
Ourn story is painted upon!!!!

i

Her chatoyant cat's view's art check-rows, wherein cheribum run
Therapeutic is her coalesce, when me and her art in caress, love
Antelucan passionance ensues, anthem to mine muse, elsa-grace.
Costume's to be festive, the crowd gathers us interested, in amour

ii

She felleth through the milky way galaxy, unearthed by humans
She was In a capsule of alien breed, wearing cupid attire tunic
As I'm just a felon, I hadst to keepeth mine head hung down low
Because if they captured me, they'd capture the queen, so I told the king take mine head to SAVETH her soul... .  


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedicated

For tis
By mine God's stripes I am healed;
For tis
By mine Queen's soul, I am fulfilled.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Man,
You take thy queen for granite,
And hath forgotten the jewel right next to thyself??????

For I've been seeking a diamond in the rough for millenias now!!!

Oh foolish patron!!!!

Gay time parade's wherewith the colors fly high,
Masks of all columbine where artist's passeth by!!!

Temptious women wherewith two world's become one,
As shadow's read the mountains of guru's and lost son's!!!

Timeweeping keepers of pocket\switch blade's,
Wherein haircut's are riddles, as lips turn to fade!!!

Scientific genious of law's gone thwarted,
Olympian of krip-tonight,
Oh calamitous runt!!!

Enter not ,
Sais the hourglass auspices ventriloquist!!!!

All Hater's pique despite peanut buttered pies!!!

Societal havoc of sweated Baguette's,
Wherewith sweater's touch winter letter's,
Of lost cigarettes!!!

White lies are highly mounted to protect ourn outter shells,
Where hellion can possess thy inner best of masculinities feminine selves!!!!

White-out conditions,
Schemers to invention,
Taketh what thou hath.......
                                                And leave the scroll set scene!!!!

Amoral critic's slander me,
None extricate anaology,
Remonstration I do not forwait!!!
                                                         Respite me revered ******,
                                                         Maudlin Utopian,
                                                        ­ Solely narcotic!!!!
I shake just to feel thine presence!!!!

Snug house,
Picket white fence,

With willow to sway the gale!!!!!

A pint of ale,
Of ourn holy concoction,
Space and time conjunction!!!

Paddling with ourn adulation,
Pure infatuation,
                              Weaved in by auspicious voliton!!!

TREPIDATION!!!!!!

Speeds up this schoolboy gusto,
For mine needing's and wanting's groan,

                        For the satin laced imaginative figure!!!

Fortify this Amozanian square,
Wherith Baldheads are anguished,
No other place shall compare!!!!

Altered skin wearers,
Sleeve wearing tribesmen!!!

Amourostity don't leave me to far gone,
Showeth me love,
Showeth me loving kindness,
Shower me thy grain!!!
And thine finess....

Fruition comes suddenly,
Studdingly the airs wind stays chill,
Dead/lock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!!

A blonde chapter of northern affairs,
How changeable is ones man I can smile!!!

Defilement she hath seen,
Derider,
Non abider,
Doesn't fit on thine circuited scene...

What a guise to all wherin whom sleep!!!

Guardeth thy soul,
Their mind is of allotrope,
You'll whimper as they weepeth!!!!

Flourisher,
Nourisher of nutrientral push!!!
Snappish,
Irenic, lover of pre school books!!!!

Sorceries own solvent,
Dissolvent of surmise talk,

Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling mucosa you!!!!!

(Standing at the pearly gates)
God- yes? You get one question son..
Me- are their any other hopeless romantics as me inside here your holiness?

A lonesome castle
On amour' hill;
Lonesome and dying
None lover in the castle's windowsill.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i.

A crane cometh around
Down by the superannuated rivulet;
No machinery by this place
Mud bank's, phantom silhouette's.

ii.

I canst sense
The Miami Indians prowling the copse;
Their regard for living was natural
As the new ager's that came after, destroyed the crop's.

iii.

Thou canst seeith the moccasin's
Slithereth down the way;
Their black scale's, telleth tale's
Of a time of freedom's day.

iv.

I goeth down to this old tributary
Whence the land was hunted by bow;
I'm respecting the land, as it shalt be
Not doing as the newbies know.

v.

As the babies groweth, and the ghost's do showeth
The narrative that's meant to be left;
I shalt keepeth the aboriginal modus operandi
And walketh with the spirit's, of this place they hath lent.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I shalt go to a place
A place that is of satefy;
A place of security
And warmth.

O', to this place
A place of different creed;
A place of seraph breed
This place hold's a holy birthing seed.

O', a divine place
With a tan tropical grace;
And on her face
Rest's cupid's and tincture's.

O', poise of all commandment's
Her law's not of men, logged on Asiatic tablet's;
Capricorn of milky way magnet's
Her love's glacé, in me, it's implanted.

O'er the rainbow summit
O'er the plateau cumulus;
O'er her lip's I flyeth
As I dive down into her splended spirit, and taketh a sip..........

Of her soul
And my;
It maketh me whole.....




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';
Hɛɑѵɛɳʆy tɦѳu ɑʀt
Witɦ cѳɳcѳʀɗ gɑʆѳʀɛ.

ii.

I ʆѳѳkɛtɦ Բѳʀwɑʀɗ
Tѳ tɦɛ tɦiɳg'ร iɳ รtѳʀɛ;
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
Jɑɳɛ, ɳѳt ѳԲ tɦiร wѳʀʆɗ.

iii.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ pɛʀԲɛctiѳɳ
O' gѳɗʆy cѳɳԲɛctiѳɳ;
Miɳɛ upwɑʀɗ tuɳɳɛʆ
Tѳ Gѳɗ'ร ɗiʀɛctiѳɳ.

iv.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';





©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ Nɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ ʝɑɳɛ Nɑgʆɛy ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ)

i.

Once on the bier, now far beyond the cerulean,
Once benighted in death's uninvited,
Now sipping on empyrean cloud's, that stretcheth past the Caribbean.

ii.

All once fogged, bitten by snake's and dog's, stumbled upon
The log's, of quietus in the abyss; awaited I for deceasing ship's, to carrieth mine billow's, to darkened dungeon hell-made Pillow's- awaiting with mine name.

iii.

Thus, I was delivered throughout all that pain, mine old-self was slain, given rebirth again. Given I another chance, from God other's dismiss; sent to I, was mine daffadowndilly spring, from God who heard mine ring's, as mine mouth screamed and wailed. He answered all in detail, the finest wine to man, he gaveth me the best of plan's- with darkling queenish strand's.

iv.

So with a humbling poetic stand, I holdeth a ring inside mine hand, and I shalt boweth lord, O' God first to thee; then I'll lowereth mineself secondly, to mine queen, to slippeth a ring upon mine sweet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

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!!!

i.

When all else faileth
I'll be there;
When this soul shalt leaveth
I'll be there;
When thou feeleth numb
I'll be there;
When this heart succumb's
I'll be there.

ii.

When thou feeleth empty
I'll fill thee up;
When there's not plenty
I'll giveth thee all I hath left,
More than enough.

iii.

When I'm sick and anguished
I'll giveth thee mine breath's;
When I'm dying and famished
I'll bringeth life into thine chest.
When the pain's overloaded
And distance is to much;
I shalt still hold on
To think of thy touch;
When thine eyesight gets blinded
And thine hearing starts to fail,
I shalt giveth thee mine eye's
And ears to heareth,
Musical detail's; and when the thunder roll's,
And the lightning strikes the land
I'll still be waiting amour',
For those valiant wedding plan's.
Because we wilt dance
In this life and the next
Eternal soulmate's
Living eternal life's best.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I feeleth for thou
Stripper trying to make a buck
I feeleth for thee homeless one
No home food nor truck
I feeleth for thou
Mother with no lover
I feeleth for thou panhandler
Being humble and ashamed
I feeleth for thou innocents
Getting caught in wrong time and place
I feeleth for thou
Kids with no mums nor dads
I feeleth for thou
Slave trade beings
Made as material of trend
I feeleth for thou
****** on mainstreet
Noone told thou of God
And how thy soul for him he could keep
I feeleth for thou
Angry and frustrated
I feeleth for thou
Lost and forgotten
Old and outdated
I feeleth for thou
Lonesome one in back of the room
I feeleth for thou
Because I'm him to
I feeleth for thou
Because mine God maketh me feeleth
I feeleth thou even on mine own
Just who I am
Didint thou knoweth?
I feeleth for thou hopeless romantic
Who seeks all the wrong places
I feeleth for thou
With mascara stains
And cuts on wrists
I feeleth for thou  wonders
That hast been called slave, ****, *****,  *****, ***, ****, sick
For only if those men kneweth thou huh?
I feeleth for thou who canst see one inside
I  feeleth for one
Who think the only way out is suicide
I feeleth for thou
I feeleth thy pains
I feeleth I know
I've been scorned all the same
But please forgiveth others
As they shalt do thou
I feeleth thou
Oh yes
How I feeleth thou...