To ease her pain's,
I shalt taketh the knife, that's in her heart,
And stab it into mine
Over, and over, and over again.  



©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry

LIGHT UP THE DARKNESS!!!!!

The creator as we can seeith was extremely bored one day
So he created the humans.....
To giveth him fine amusement....

As those human's still put on
A freakish show!!!!

How is it i die daily? Not a bad dying experience. . . . . .Just daily, in deaths dark and lonesome tunnel. . . . . .this all powerful commandment of god and holy reina angel cometh to greet me at the end, where theres a pinpoint of light. And god fashioned this reina in spanish attire for the night. . . Tis i get excite daily. . .because i knoweth tis mine reina spanish angel. . . .wilt always protect me. . . .she goeth by the seraphim name. . ..(Elsa Angelica) moonstruck queen. . . .

Tⓗⓞⓤ ⓐⓢⓚⓔⓣⓗ ⓦⓗⓐⓣ
Aⓝⓓ ⓦⓗⓞ ⓖⓞⓓ ⓘⓢ;
Gⓞⓓ ⓘⓢ ⓢⓘⓜⓟⓛⓨ
Lⓞⓥⓔ.



©brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

On the corner of main street I sought a taxi
But a chariot approached instead
The seraphim told me...

"Hey handsome poet"
Get on in!!!

I was hesitant to do it,
But what did I have to lose?
As I wasn't waiting for no one anyway!

Good night to all thou HP members
I love and cherish all thy wonderful masterpieces and artworks
Keep up the heavenly writings
God bless
Goodnight!!!!!
Oh and if thou all wants a good laugh before bedtime or morning lol whatever time your in than just look at me profile pic on here you can puke and smile all at once ha!!!! Goodnight wonderful poets!!!

Tis she is mine home
Yes
Tis she is mine abode.



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

“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”

Poetry written
By a Filipino queen, and Greek king;
Telling their tale in blood.


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

I was standing at her door knocking

(Knock) (knock)
(Knock) (knock)

Who's there,
She whispered

Tis me,

Me who she said

Tis thy amour'
Now open thy door!!!

(Her) Go away I dont need thou no more!!!

As I walked away Soo distraught
So emptied handed!!!

As everything made Soo much sense,
Until I lost mi amour'

If I lost thee mine love
                                        I'd loseth me mine dove.



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

mi amour 'pour mon ai-je tu me manques, mi amour', je ne quittait jamais, je voulais être ton meilleur et je ne auras pas laisser !!! pour doth tu pas seeith? Je suis à toi et ton tu es à moi !! la encourse de deux symphonie, je suis désolé pour tous les mauvais mots ive desdits mi amour ', mais je ne sais ce qui est **** de toi un jour est comme une éternité pour moi !!! peux-tu seeith? tu es à moi muse. affection mienne tout pour toi et toi car tu !!! Je saigne encore et plus, mon ange du décor de l'Espagne .. mi amour ', oh tis, comment je tu aime tellement !!!!
(Spanish tongue)

(English).  Mi amour' for my how I missed thou, mi amour' I never left, I wanted to be thy best and I shalt not leave!!! for doth thou not seeith? I am thine and thine thou art to me!! two symphony's encourse, I'm sorry for all wrong words ive said mi amour', yet I do know this being away from thou one day is as an eternity to me!!! canst thou seeith? thou art mine muse. mine affection all for thou and thee!!!for thou I'd bleed again and over, mine angel of Spain's decor.. mi amour', oh tis, how I loveth thou so!!!! So to much!!!!

This hello poetry gig
Is a lifetime membership;
I shan't never leave
As noone else wilt be able to either
It's like a drug
A good drug
That I keep coming back to
As thou shalt as well.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Nostalgia,
Knocketh on mine ventricular door
Saying
Where art thou?
Mi amour'....
Where art thou?
Mine home....
Wherein art thou?

Tis,
I don't knoweth....

Whilst others are dreamers
And optimists
I canst lie
I'm a realist
And fatalist,

I guess that's another reason
I respect and love and canst
Relate to the prophets so much

They weren't optimists!!
The were fatalistic...

Her pain is mine misery
When her tears floweth I drown with them
I one day hope to find their cure
To take away her sins..

i.

He dreameth of her
In her extrasolar land;
He pen's for her gracefully
She waiteth for him,
By her foreign bedstand.



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

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

i.

Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.

ii.

An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.

iii.

We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.

iv.

As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.



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

Castillo de la arena, atrapado por su inocencia, una reina moonbeamed, yo buscare del pasado recuerdo la vida; sólo un fantasma de la imaginación mía, harás una seeith mí en alto? una reina que me salva de la muerte, una reina de ninguno miente. reina, no te rescatarme? donde tú eres? mis ojos cansados ​​arte desde la búsqueda, por favor seducir a mi corazón ....
( Spanish version)


( English version)

Castle by the sand, stuck by her innocence, a moonbeamed queen, I seeketh from past life remembrance; just a ghost of mine imagination, shalt one seeith me on high? a queen to Saveth me in death, a queen of none lies. queen won't thou rescue me? wherever thou art? mine eyes art tired from searching, please ****** mine heart....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Maize stalks
Sage cleansing
Prophetic vision's
Unrelenting

All shamanic gifts!!!!

I'm a lover
Lost in the heat
Solitude
Of angels feet
I'm a creep
A beast of glow
Afterlife
Maketh me thy home
Fly high
Sentimental dove
Straight blast
Love drug
Queen of Spaniard
Queen of Spain
Douse me
Bounce me in the rain
Raindrops
Glee with thy head
Living art
Where the living is dead
Pry me
Tie me to the ground
Moaned screams
Two children so loud
Blood drips
Flips the mask
Gurus of spaceship
Flying craft
Free fall
Falling free
Shoppers of dusk
On unearthly need
Crust shakes
Belted the door
Rosie's tumble
Ourn legs mi amour
Grab tight
Shuttle ourn brains
Two souls
Lingering in grain
Don't let go
Its just begun
Chalice
Palace
The chosen ones
Maketh me
Thy only desire
Two flames
One burning fire
Swept feet
Crowing the mold
One casket
Two pieces of gold
Move the loot
Give thine self thy soul
Here were free
Here were home!!!

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 our tales for thou to find!!!

Tis,
On this Friday night,
This lonesomeness has smothered me soo,
Now I need a respirator!!!

Verily
I sayeth,
He kneweth not
Love before,
Now he's found
His truest titled
(mi amour',)

If I must waiteth one thousand millenniums
I'll wait a million more
For mi amour,
I'll hangeth around like a romantic antependium......

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

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

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

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

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

Tis every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day
Every year
Every last breathe I haveth I  WILT POUR MINE HEART OUT ON THIS SITE LIKE NOONES EVER SEEN OR KNOWN!!!!!!!

She's always asking why I left her,
Yet im still right here,
Addiction at Its best
Mi amour'
Dont stress...

Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!!

For tis I must sayeth
Tis I must indeed sayeth,
                                            For tis not money that is the world's downfall,
Tis the love of that green paper that is the ending of the world!!!

Just an antediluvian,
Stuck between heaven and hell;
Waiting on mine saviors call,
To escape this carousel.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry.

I needeth her as if there's no tommorrow
I wanteth her in mine times of sorrow...

I feeleth her, though she's across the country
I want to giveth her food and drink, when she is hungry.

I seeketh her upon the moon
Because I knoweth she's not here,
She's up upon her glowing muse....

So I looketh up and seeith her dance
She looketh so lovely
With her moons sweet romance..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I want to taketh mi amour'
Mine reina
Mine rosa,
Mine vida,
Mine dulce,
Mine soon to be esposa,
Mine mami,
(As tis me and her thing..... )
So don't care if thou mayest laugh (:;;;;
Anyways, got off track!!!!!
I want to taketh mi amour
(Elsa angelica her angel name)
To an open pasture,
Wherein a huge weeping willow sit's by itself...
Lonesomely wanting someone or a couple
To lie down in the grass under it...
As its branches sway like little pixies,
To the green earth around us....
Wherein we shalt lie down;
**** to the elements and the planetary system...
Ourn Sandal's or shoes kicked off...
Her staring into mine eyes with heated passion...
Not having to sayeth one word...
Just knowing all is right
And true.
Wherein the air smells fresh,
The sky tis blue....
Ourn soul's connect
We cuddle and break through...
Not caring one bit
Of the world around us.....
Just me and her, under that willow tree....
Smiling at the pixie dancing branches....
And when the sun goeth down....
Her favorite part is,
When her moon cometh out to greet her,
A full moon to be exact...
As mine favorite part,
Is just watching her
Underneath that old willow.......

Her Being in awe at her orb like friend....
For tis it maketh me so happy.....

Just to see that wonderous smile...
GLOW.....
From mine queen and lover
(And elsa-Angelica,mine best friend)



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

Ludicrously,
I seeketh ones boutique
To put me on mine knees
And beg for satisfactory mercy

Endlessly,
I'm tired
I seeketh desire
Palm shadows dire
In ourn arms I seeketh an artista!

Perilously,
I want to end up in her books
Be her diary loving's of memories
Yet not forgotten!!

Severely,
This vessel's pained
I needeth her gain
A and her liquid to give me fullness

A mirage is all I see!!!

To many just heareth thing's
They don't careth to listen
Yet what they don't understand is;
That's why we hath so many wars
Whether with gun's
Or word's,
If only others wouldst listen...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i

Afore there was an astrobleme, deep within me
Though now an astral queen, serenadeth gleamed;
Canorous and splendorous, her cantillate I repeat
I mimic her dancing step's, jumping on mine feet.

ii

She's sad when the past awakens, crying dreading tear's
Though tis what she don't knoweth, her king is all right here;
And through the year's, the catoptromancy shalt tell it's fortune
Chiliad timespan, her body to be mine land, water flow sourcing.

iii

I wilt constellate all her worries, and collect them on mine head
Her Burden's I shalt maketh as mine, and taketh all her's instead;
And the cyanic water's shalt we swim through, sail to the glass
The brokenness shalt leaveth her, as no time exist's, nor our past.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん

Everytime she inhale's
She giveth me animation,
Everytime she exhales
She giveth me life,
Everytime her heart beats.....

I know I'm still alive. .....

Because I am her
Tis she is me...

ɩ.

Aʆʆɩɾmҽɖ ɩى ɷųɾŋ amɷųɾ'
Mɩŋҽ appɭҽ, ɷʆ tɧҽ ىtaɾىtɾųck tɾҽҽ;
Mɩŋҽ ɭɷѵҽɾ, mɩŋҽ qųҽҽŋ.

ɩɩ.

Aѵɷw I wɩɭt
Fɷɾ ɩʆ mɩŋҽ bɭɷɷɖ ɩى ىpɩɭt;
Pɭҽaىҽ kŋɷwҽtɧ mɩŋҽ aʆʆҽctɩɷŋ ɩى tɾųҽ.

ɩɩɩ.

Aى tɧҽ wɩŋɖ, aŋɖ ɾaɩŋ ɖɷtɧ mɷѵҽtɧ
Daŋcҽ wɩtɧ mҽ ɷŋ ʆɭamɩŋɠ ʆɩɾҽ'ى;
Iŋ aɭɭ attɩɾҽ ɷʆ maɾѵҽɭɷųى ɠɾɷwtɧ.

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

Whence I was younger
Nine or ten of age
I remember me and mine parents
Travelling down to south Carolina ( Myrtle Beach)
And on that elongated trip
By car of course,
I remembered the smell of the hillside's
Whilst traveling inside Virginia, and west viginia
As thou didst not knoweth
(Beckley, west Virginia) is where grandpa's from
(Mothers side), of course...
Anywho,
Whilst travelling I saw freedom
Freedom men died for
Slaved for
Embraced for
I could hear the gunshots
And moonshine traces
Left upon the wind wherein they were created
That noise hast not faded...
Not even slightly...
The people were kind
Invitingly...
Southern souled kins...
As we continue up and down the curly cue roads,
The ones with no railways
(Quite scary I must sayeth)
We continue on into North Carolina...
Whilst entering into the North of Carolina,
It was a simple place
Wasn't mine type of place to be honest
( more of a south Carolina guy, "the old feel")
We past more charming upranged mountains
As the mountains thou couldst tell
We're boiled into the land
By gods hot glued finger
Many country roads and highways
To break on in
Here's the part though that awoketh me
..
We came to a road a little past Charlotte
The big city in the north of carolina.!!!!
This course pavement Artery
Was a hidden road
One thou wouldst not want to travel alone at night
There were trees on both sides
Trees that looked as if they had cometh out of the (nightmare before Christmas movie,)
As thou couldst feel the old pained( ******* subjugation)
The deathly lane was just that
( deathly) moribund in all manner
No houses
No streetlights to guide thy way
Not even creatures to scurry,
If their was any
They were moribund to
Like the ghost slaves staring back at us
I felt those bondaged men
The Africans who hath been slain on those trees
Plucked from their homeland
Sent here too be whipped and bleed
I saw no illumination
Other than the moon
(Full moon)
To guideth ourn way....
As I felt the slaves running ,
Weaving in and out of those trees
As if they were still running in fear
Fear from their slavemasters
We finally pushed on through that devilish appartional road
Making it out alive
It felt as if a nightmare
As if forever
I believeth it took two hours just to get out!!!!!!
No lying there
Of course I was nine or ten
So thou doth not have to believeth me
Though I canst forget the feeling of those slaves eyes glancing
Crying out for help from me
And trust me
If I was there
In that time
All of those slaves
Wouldst haveth been free
Free from chains
Free to roam
Free to come and go
And go to Myrtle Beach
With me and mine family !!!

Sardonic savory armors against midnight shift,
Scrapbooks made from scrawny writings,
Wherein science is religion,
Some are hit and miss!!

Scowling, surely overcrowds happy intentions,
Noone mentions the fetal positions overthrow!!

Window peepers gaze between one another,
Serpent sermons drumline strong to song's of shipment sufferance,
Where thine utterance is grieved more than thou has ever felt!!!

More than the fall membrane beneathe your feet you shall blow!

Doth thou roll amongst forge stone?
Amongst the shows that made thou the mime thou art today../

A smile upon your cloak,
Yet thy finest of coats is in all disarray...

Perforaters try harshly to subdue our mother like peons,
Formulaic bringons,
Or turn one to sickened ones alike!!!!

Chasers of cognizant, bringers of fatality,
For doth thou chooseth to have life?

ｔｈｅ ｐｏｅｔ
ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ ｍａｎ
ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｎｅｒ;
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｐａｓｓｅｔｈ ｈｉｍ ｂｙ,
ｈｅ ｈａｓｔ ｍａｎｙ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ
ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ.



©ｂｒａｎｄｏｎ ｎａｇｌｅｙ
©ｌｏｎｅｓｏｍｅ. ｐｏｅｔｓ. ｐｏｅｔｒｙ

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Paawas,
A savor soo sweet,
India's treat!!!

Paawas,
A composure to all symphonies,
A separate entity,

Unlike any ive ever met!!!!
Paawas,
A true empress,
A goddess of selflessness..

PAAWAS!!!

( a rain soo lustrous) ...

A weary face stares back at us all
Giants grow tall
Where the small minded are casted!!!

All concepts to be trapped in
Our man made prisons!!!

Such derision is unanswered!!

The garden men and planters
Make grow all thou conceives today
Love seekers to slaves,
What's the difference in its core?

Some cry out for extras
While Heartbreakers take more!!!!

More of nothing left
A thief to every theft
A liar per every aching tongue!!!!

Unappeasable audiences
Bookies seek out bondmaids
For their own completion!!!!

So cunning
To these lust cumulaters!!!!

Electrode pulses
Bypass what's become of us,
Eristic flumes
Travel fluctuating rooms
Wherein keyholes haveth no fit

Acidic spit
Lines the dried out mouth's
They gaze
They count

But add nothing to their foulard writings!!!!

Skyward I look down
I seeith mine queens head
She's covered by her afflictions
She sometimes wishes to be dead

But I always catch her
Thou seeith I'm her watchmen
I was sent here many years ago
To giveth her right sentiment...

She feels alone at times
Verily I telleth thou she's not
She's given me a new life
One of happiness and marriage plot

Though an angel herself
She caught me as well
She shipped me up from the pit
Whence I layed inside of hell

We saveth one another
We are amour' of everlasting
She is that chalice of all heaven
She's mine queen as for her is romancing!!!

Humbled
I boweth mine knee,
Seeking one
To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings....

Blasting off
In hott sensuality!!!

She asked me last night
How many poems doth thou doeth rey?
I told her in a cocky attitude
I don't know reina
I doeth alot
It's mine life
I'm aspiring to push mine work

As I do knoweth,
It's better to push mine writings
Than to push the dope I used to...

Reality turned cartoon
By imaginative creeps
Lost in solitaried room
Collapsed in by beasts

****** deviants,
Art in under the sheets
Whilst fathers cheating again
Mother sippeth on hard ale
Both making Lovers with other men!!!

Some claim truth in prophecy
Preaching on mounted steps
But the real prophet's Cameth and left
Now only biggots we haveth at best!!

Biggots who speaketh of change is here
As they chant it out by signs
Making themselves
Seraphim
Their fallen angels in disguise!!!!

I seeith in the misty terrace
A meager man lost his abode
Sleepeth with the hitchhikers
Makes drunken bars his home

But I giveth him a lift to God
Just takes one slight hand
To reacheth out
When he's in doubt
(Brotherhood of men)

See,

Man hath lost his way again
He's consumed by mortal goods
Forgotten all the truthful words
Moses spoke and others heard

Man's to busy making technology
His amour' and his best friend
The conflagration awaiteth him,
It's bound for renewal
And end!!!

Her ****** words coax me,
Her morphine mind entraps me
Her sense of time enwraps me
Her ***** paen's inspire me

Her ******* knowledge enhances me
Her flowered foliage remembers me
Her ****** boil ablazes me
Her
Mine queen
Her
Mine aimer...

O' mine matrinae dialette,
How sweet thou dost
Sleep, as thy dreams
Catch me by a net.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry