Αυτή η ουσία σθένος είναι κενή
Της
Ανάγκες πλήρη του

Δεν γιατροί
Ούτε οι νοσηλευτές
Δεν ασθενικά χάπια

Χρειάζεται mi amour »
Ωστόσο, αυτή δύνασαι να μου δώσει αυτήν όλα
Κοιμάται όταν την needeth
Αποφεύγει το βράδυ κλήσεις

Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Απλά απλό έφεραν στο φως την αγάπη
Τώρα είμαι λεηλατήθηκε
Τώρα needeth κατεύθυνση
Τώρα κόλαση είμαι σε
Τώρα αμαρτίες αναλάβει
Δεν υπάρχει πλέον το κρασί τοστ σε
Δεν εραστή αν τριφύλλι
Δεν λάμψη με διαφωτίσετε
Δεν τραγούδι για amour τη νύχτα
Απλά μια μοναχική κάθοδο
Ένα παιδί
Φοβάσαι με τρόμο
Soo Kay αυτό το μαύρο ταιριάζει ψοφίμι
Κάτω από τα καλύμματα,
Τυλίξτε μου, όπως ο Χριστός
Διότι εγώ δεν είμαι σαν τους άλλους
Ponder μνήμη ορυχείο
Σπόρους φυτών σε ορυχείο δάχτυλα
Πλάκα μου με ασήμι
Σβήνουμε με χρυσό
Αν τα πράγματα δεν χρειάζονται για τον ουρανό
Μόνο η δική μου πνεύμα θα πραγματοποιήσει
Κρατήστε το ορυχείο τάφο ανοιχτό
Για αν έρχεται πίσω για να παντρευτεί
Βάλτε μαύρα γυαλιά ηλίου
Πάνω από μάρμαρα ορυχείο
Για μένα τυφλά από τους πόνους
Αυτός ο κόσμος έχεις απομείνει
Έχω didint ρωτήσω πολύ
Ακριβώς μια καρδιά όλα ως ένα
Πολλοί ζήτησα σε πολύ
Είμαι απλά παράξενο και ετοιμοθάνατα
Αν αγάπες δεν είναι τόσο σκληρά
Απλά μια ανθρώπινη και θεϊκή συναίσθημα
Θα εξακολουθούν να καταζητούνται σε ένα φίλο
Αφήνοντας της μου έδειξε την αφοσίωσή της
Της
Αν και
Ξέρω ότι θέλεις κατασκοπεύσει μου
Επειδή δύνασαι να αφήσει να πάει
Το ξέρω αυτό γιατί
Έχω δικό am
Και αυτή είναι η δική μου σπίτι !!  ( Greek tongue)

(English version-)

This essence vigor is vacant
Tis
Needs its fill

No doctors
Nor nurses
No sickly pills

It needs mi amour'
Yet she canst give me her all
Sleeps when I needeth her
Avoids night calls

I didint ask much
Just simple unearthed affection
Now I'm plundered
Now I needeth direction
Now hell I'm in
Now sins taken over
No more wine to toast in
No lover of clover
No shine to enlighten me
No singing for amour at night
Just a lonesome descent
A child
Scared with fright
Soo lay this black suited carrion
Underneath the covers,
Wrap me as christ
For I'm not like the others
Ponder mine memory
Plant seeds in mine toes
Plate me with silver
Douse me in gold
Though things not needed for heaven
Only mine spirit I'll carry
Keep mine grave open
For in if she comes back to marry
Put black sunglasses
Over mine marbles
To blind me from the pains
That the world hast left over
I didint ask much
Just a heart all as one
Maby I asked to much
I'm just weird and moribund
Though affections aren't so hard
Just a human and godly emotion
I still sought a friend
Her leaving showed me her devotion
Tis
Though
I know she shalt spy me
Because she canst let go
I know this because
I am hers
And she is mine home!!!!

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

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

I put up a flag above mine abode
To let all others knoweth I was a different soul
The flag read freak
Freak flag.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Inspired by Shanna Stojakovich

Text messaging- Bringeth miscommunication between two Lover's,
Old fashioned telly call- where two canst understand one another clearly......

Which one art thou?
Old fashioned telly loser like me?
Or text message misunderstander?

Lol just truth here
Miss old fashioned calls
/: what's happened to our worlds communication lines and we wonder why we war with another lol come on!!!!

It's OK sir calm down, calm down....
Im use to loneliness,
I canst handle this..

Step back....
                     I got this!!!!

If a brother Thirst's friend
Doth thou giveth him drink?

If a brother is CURSED friend
Doth thou release his sting?

If a brothers in dirt oh man
Doth thou wipeth his face?

If a man is begging for food
Doth thou filleth his hunger and taste?

If thou teacheth love oh sire
Doth thou loveth one back?

If thou preacheth hellish fire
Doth thou telleth others facts?

If thou seeith a creature in agony
Doth thou reacheth out and bandage their wound?

If thou seeith skeletons of people
Doth thou giveth them medical to?

If thou art not happy
Doth thyself let others help?

If thou art trapped in lonesomeness
Thou wouldnt be alone if thou wouldst only see what the other felt!!!

Doth thou listen to another?
Instead of just hearing?

Doth thou giveth thine soul to thy soulmate
If the other ones given all their skin for thou and meaning!!!

Doth thou understandeth me?
Maby thou don't
Maby thou shalt take mine advice
And loveth now
Before our lives ourn over
And never say never or ( don't)
But just do

No more excuses,
It's for thyself to chooseth!!

The best thing to do
When the soul is in pain
Is to Helpeth another person;
It helpeth the other person
And thyself, at the same time.
Healing not just one, but two people.
Kindness, and charity, a healing elixir.........




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Its a crime to wanna find love anymore,
                        Because if you do find it, you get your heart broken into,ripped out!!!
Stolen.....

And you plead the 5th...

Wherein didst man go asunder?
Plagued and plundered by his own stupor and turnings from god,
Forgetful con's!!!

Wherein didst man go astray?
Made queens as slaves,
Traded love for hate, and affectionate soulmateism for lust?

They stoked the crust!!!

Where didst thou meander?
Thy terrace thou had made starved,
Thy hearts hast gone emptied,
Cheaters of bars!!!

Doth thy drink not dilute thou?

Innocent babies thou hast turned to war
Thou gaveth no love
On foreign shore
Pornographic icon's thou hast made galore

As thyself worship's its every temptation!!!

Thou made bombs thine settled truth
Thou hast let technology becometh thy own comfy noose,
Thou art hooked on electrical tablets
Made religion vain

Thou art becoming maggots!!!

Thyself thou calleth a king
Thou giveth no soul to thy desolate queens
Thou art just a stove
Of dumbed down things

As doth thou get thy kicks off the many men and women thou mayest talk to?

Cut down trees,
And built thy filth,
Made castle mansions
Of diamond nilch,

Is thy wealth thy life thou may lead?

Thou gave disease
And tanks for fun
Thou art a lost
And lonesome one,

Still addicted to new age worldliness!!!!

What didst thou miss?
Oh beasting man,
Thou art clever
To make thy plans

But didst thou not know that thy own contrivance will be halted??????

How long?
Must I search this unplentiful Terra cotta,
Where wherin there's no ardor!!!

I seek a dame of barter,
A like minded poetress
Where she can unvape mine vest and release all the days tensions and mine affliction!!!!

A king and queens invention!!!!

How long?
Must I partion vows not seen?
Trade all mine hopes for cracked walk dreams,
And be a guest to mine own dillema!!!!

How long?
Shall I try to give thine all to one who's not there,
Nor doesn't call,
For ignorance to me is quite noticeable!!!

What's wrong the boys thou chooses excite you by nice ride?
With him you get high for a moments click to stardom!!
Folly indeed!!!!

I seeketh a special breed,
The kind that chamelionizes,
The one where no chastisement is known nor mentioned!!!

Her hand to be mine extension I giveth this anima,
Wherein conglomeration is ourn own villa,
And coition brings us to sanguine beautitude!!!!

What an inclination of proposes!!!

I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out
They bite and spit
Caress me in doubt

I heareth their moans
As their burnt to the crisp
I rip off their appendage's
Buckle their lips

I rip off their wings
And taketh their masks
I cut them by holy water
And split them in half

This soul is not thine own
Thou brute of pleasure dome
This spirits not for thee
Thy dirtbag and sleeze

This soul is mine creators
And shalt return soon
Go back to thy flame
Thou mame of baboon!!

i

Exquisite animation, the tubes channel of hereafter is dim at first
This foundation of earth was just a passing through to showeth love, as I've met good being's, I've seen material and unearthly things, I've felt the kiss of death, I've seen prison cells of thugs.

ii

I've seen popes, president's, crip's and blood's, I've seen Devil's of hate, I've witnessed lover's and their fate, I've tasted iron in mine mouth, from the health issues to me I've met, I've seen ruler's get greedy, killing children as a bet, I've payed mine dues and rent.

iii

I've shown kindness to other's, I've helped sisters and brother's, I've given all to help another, as the giving of oneself is the ultimate love of ourn creator, I've seen crying and imitator's, I've seen holy and devilish behavior, as minkind hath forgotten bliss.

iv

I've seen war on t.v, I've seen Hope's made to reality, I've seen young one's die of starvation and poisoned, I've seen sanctuary of  glee turned poluted, I've seen soldier's suited and booted with the media and secret societies back their war, for lies to thee allured.

v

Though through all this nonsense I've seen, I'm at peace on the water's of the hellion scream's, for tis I feeleth serene in this stepping stone stop, the drab funnel I'll enter, when this heart stops, though I shalt seeith the light, and taketh a flight to God..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Two tangling tounges, where life's streams flow and run beyond the masterpiece brook. Acushla, where art thou? To ease me from prison time crooks?
Analgesic saliva tempers these soft healed wounds, where monkeys turn baboons into sackclothe bezoar poses!!!!
A betwixt of no selection,............///////////
Bilateral to street intersections, main arteries closed upon for clogging!
Heartfelt loggings are manuscript to billows binary made for two,   yet if you stay one , what's the fun in that?
Dog's to roam, cats to moan cog coindications separate to what Is....
Danderers are wildly sprung, shaved faces to bearded ones, are we all alone?
The defeasance of romance has left the gardens where blossoms are not alarming, yet few do grow there....

Intramural the tenebrous of this early morn'
I awaketh to the sense, of the animus passing on through;
Arising, with the taste of the red iron crimson on mine tongue
Hoping today to be better, whilst I feeleth the life of moribund.

I canst perceive the ghostly eye's upon me, piercing the hindrance, knowing one day I shalt be them, though in remembrance; I shalt not be lost, mine life force won't be
Left behind here, I'll be smiling, happy, none more fear's.

As I'll regain mine wings again, unlike these one's whom peep,
From whence in mine past life, I shalt liveth, not being asleep;
As the grave shalt not be mine end, I shalt cut these wordly ropes,
Riding past the ghostly abyss, being held, by a queen, godliness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

26
Long enough
26
26
26
Never to 27
Guess I'll stick to 26
The younger
The better....
26
Last letter
26
Eternity waits
26
A marvelous date
26
None more to leave
26
Set me free
26
A strange life
26
Saying goodbye
26
Loved whilst I could
26
But all's left and all's done
26
Fears none more
26
26
26
26
20ish
26
20 six
2wenty si..... .
Forever
26!!;;

A little child
In the back of mummy and daddies chariot
Four door
Watching out of his crystalline window
Seeing all the strange passenger's goeth by.....

Yet for the fun of it
As any other child.....

Making Picasso pictures by blowing his hot breathe to the glass
On mother and father's chariot window.....

Writing
OLLEH!!!!!!

As the passer's
Get a kick....

Have never had this thought,
                                                   Yet what if ***** wonka was a poet?
Verily I'd be his biggest fan!!

Δύο αλλοδαπού
που συνήλθαν σε ξένη γη;
η ανταλλαγή ξένης γλώσσας
την ανάμειξη εξωγήινη αγάπη

( greek tongue)



( English version)

Two foreigner's
meeting in foreign land's ;
exchanging foreign language
mixing extraterrestrial love.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

I was a gypsie from the sixties
A bandit of robbers train
A theif of jewels
Gold heirlooms and diamond doubloon

Hopeless romantic turned insane!!

I was cryptic as a monster
A myth of fairy tale
Eating moss and blue sky winery
A frog a snake and snail

I barefeet trotted
Amongst hippies and yippee freaks
A writer from the beginning
As Plato of mine country Greece!!!

The old chief
Welcomed the cowboy
On peyote they discovered that eachother
Had everything in common except for their skin
Yet during that shamanatic trip they became brothers
And as brothers became an example to the world who knew not

Equality!!!

Tis
Not just the mascara on her eye's that turn me on,
Its her diamond's calling out to me in hopeless romantic gesture..

Malaise words floweth from me,
as the rain taps this diffident roof,
where snap picture lovers sit in booths,
As i siteth on the hill!
tenacious muse...
Dearth of rosies line these chalk cracked walks,
Just complainers complain and gaulk,
as thine mergers thy own self sees breaking!
the earth seems quaking...
Saccharine duet,
a cloaked baggette,
a diamond in the rough i only heap to unravel..
the mound has turned gravel, where tombs whence layed..
Stanzas to post on paper,
clocks to do no favor,
as when time passes,
soo doth thy memories...
full yet unplentied..
Veneration is scarecely innocent,
the young grow older, the bold seem colder,
as neither hot nor cold,
thou could spew them from thine mouth!
a red immutable couch!!!
Unprecidented lingo i want to perfect,
where a queen and me will flect,
on now,
and thy new tommorrow.
ourn own oak thats hollow!!!
two sage stoic's,
where when thouest fall one shall know it,
and lend you their hand,
and NOT a tounge lashing!
ultimate blessing...
Two herasies made covenant,
two births on their own planet,
One spirit to their magnet,
as One profuse enigma ,
Provincial to god and us...........

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

Man say's
Hallucinogens can leadeth one to the ultimate trip,
Fact is......
Death
Is the ultimate trip!!!

Taking thou
Places no hallucinogen
Couldst ever go!!!

Nephilim induced,
Created by gods own hands,
Poetic muse,
A slave to thy world,
Lost to man!!!

An irishmen
A Cherokee native
A scottsmen
A French belated
A greek poet
An English pilgrim
A swiss purity
Tis
This is mine ancestry's kingdom!!!!!

What doth this all maketh me?

A puzzled mutt!!!!

Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins.

It rolleth me up
And spitteth me out
Like a piece of defecation
Maketh me doubt.
It syringes mine sheath
It wraps me in dung
Maketh me sleep
In slumber and mud
Maby I'll just walk
And dissapear
Draweth to heaven I do
As heaven bringeth me near..

Spanish princess
Searching out her long lost prince
Got lost into a galaxy
Of a king of strange glint!!!!

This king may not be a prince
Though he's far enhanced as much more prominent
He worships her with bubbles
From the froth of her lips!!!

He giveth all to showeth her
Tis him who gives his soul
He crowns her with thanksgiving
He apaxe's her in gold!!!

He curves his humble knees
As for her he's much obeisant
Submits to her in hemoglobin
A pact of all allegiance!!!

He was scorned for her by his jester's
And the court of u.s.a
He plays the fool daily
To tack his love on poem page!!!

Though for her he loves being foolish
As for him she gives him meaning
If he lost her he shalt die
And his heart could not stop bleeding!!!

He's worried daily she shalt leave him
As ghastly that doth sound
If only princess of Spain knew,

Her king for her would be her muse!!!

He'd give up the poet title
And chattel to her every asking
He'd be a fool again
Just to show her love and soulful blessings!!!

Archangel
Seraphim
Cheribum
Cherub
Spirit
Sprite
Seraphim
Guardia­n
Celestial being
Divine messenger
All these are mi amour'
Who God hast sent me!!!

Καρδιά μου φορο καθημερινά για το δικό μου την ψυχή, για το δικό μου βασίλισσα, για το δικό μου αδελφή ψυχή .... μαραίνονται, μου αφαιρεί ποτέ ....; Φοβάμαι ότι είναι gonna αρρωσταίνουν μου .. Φοβάμαι ότι ποτέ δεν θα με θέλει πίσω. κι αν θέλεις να συνεχίσει να την αγαπά, ακόμα κι αν δεν με θέλει πίσω ... αυτό είναι τόσο δύσκολο. αλλά εγώ δεν θα εκδοτικούς μέχρι .....

Or this Greek version since can write in two ways... And for you who wanna Google translate it that won't work lol Google translation stinks lol it doesn't show form of writing how it should be . anyways here's other Greek version...

Kardiá mou foro kathi̱meriná gia to dikó mou ti̱n psychí̱, gia to dikó mou vasílissa, gia to dikó mou adelfí̱ psychí̱ .... maraínontai, mou afaireí poté ....? Fovámai óti eínai gonna arro̱staínoun mou .. Fovámai óti poté den tha me thélei píso̱. ki an théleis na synechísoun na agapoún éna..........

A plush Spanish cena I shalt cook for her
As Flambeau's shalt light her strand's
A Greek wine to pour from mine ancestry,
Made from ourn lip's of grape juice secretion....





© Brandon nagley & (lonesome poets poetry) owner (:

Governmental apparatus,
Did thou forget thy soldiers status?
As in a box you send him home??

Six feet below!!!!

Governmental beast's,
Didst thou have thy feast's,
With thy oil money and terrace divided?

Commando uninvited!!!

Govermental liars,
Partakers to nefarious deeds,
Put a gun in hand, eighteen to the marching band,

You've spoiled innocent seed!!!

Governmental bureaucrats,
Republicans, and Dependents,
Democratics to rat pendants,

For is thy party thy truth, o'er just a front?

Governmental witches,
More pills to heal those stitches,
More trenches to foreign ditches,

And regional to!!!

Governmental carnivorous,
Not paying thy army man's dentist nor doctor?
Give them radiation for cancer?

Mind control you give involuntary!!!

Governmental disregarders,
Turn clay into mortar,
Turn thine own country into hell!!!!

Armageddon shells!!!!

Governmental rapists,
Put obituaries on our pages,
Mother's and fathers alike!!!

No partiality there!!!

Governmental druids,
Paint pictures of moribund tanks,
Where gold thou has stored in thy bank,

And bankrupted on thy trillions???

Governmental addicts,
Turn bread into maggots,
Can't feed the third world?

Can't even feed us??

Governmental appendix,
Are you dying to get rich?
O'er wish thou was poor to escape thine judgment?

Thy soldier thou hath missed!!!!

Governmental Premiers,
Turn mascara into tears,
And old age is naught to this era you've intended!!

Befriended!!!

Hath thou forgotten the tombstones to every square inch scattered amongst thy broken rural?

Here's a picture of thy own son and daughter,
Such a refining mural!!!!!!!!

She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,

She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....

She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......

She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)

She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...

Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

As I saw mine father,
In that cadverous hospital bed
I saw mineself lying there,

Yet,

Whilst at that same moment
I couldn't help but thinking
Of mine mi amour'
How I hurt her
How I needeth her
How she giveth me life
Shes mine
Mine mi amour'

As I only pray to god
She canst forgive me...

Mine mi amour'

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou lonelie's  and heartbroken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou misheard and mistaken!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thy widow's and fatherless lads and lasses!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                who search for god in all the wrong places.

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine children without a home,

I prayeth for thou,
                                 Thou bullied and quieted unknowns!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thus abused wrongly and neglected!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thine burdened, used and disrespected!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                For queens to find their kings, and vice versa,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For thine women who haveth men who pay àttention not to their treasure in front of them, only t.v commercials!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                Thou men who get sent off to war,

I prayeth for thou,
                                For one's like me who would die for amour'!!!!

I prayeth for thou,
                                To show love and forgiveness to one another,

I prayeth for thou,
                                To prayeth for me as I didst thou!!

i.

We all
Are servant's;
To someone in the end
Though thou shalt chooseth, God of Satan mine friend?




( bob Dylan put it a good way in the song serve somebody, " well it may be the devil, or it may be the lord, but were gonna have to serve somebody" . end quote... Truth.. Who will you choose.? Christ or Satan. Free will for you to choose, its your choice that sets your destiny alone.)


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Her silhouette,
                        
Caught the corner of mine view,

Amour' of all muse!
As I was her poet....

Showing the world for her all mine writings!!!
Unlike others,
Im not ashamed of her...

Why should I be ashmed?
She's mine muse!!!

i

Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.

ii

The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.

iii

Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.

iv

Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.

v

Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.


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

Her dogma sockets protrude this see through soul
Her marbles art where the treasure is
SPANISH GOLD......

Whilst this site is bickering
And whilst it's at unrest;
I shalt sit back happy
Showing amour, being content.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

ι.

God тooĸeтн тwo вeιng'ѕ
Froм oppoѕιтe end'ѕ oғ тнe
World;

ιι.

Two вeιng'ѕ
In deaтн'ѕ ѕтιng;
And connecтed тнeм ιn aмoυr ѕтrυng wιтн ѕpιrιтυal Pearl'ѕ.

ιιι.

Tнoυgн тнeѕe тwo вeιng'ѕ
Kneweѕт eacнoтнer
Beғore тнe earтн'ѕ ғorмaтιon.

ιv.

God вroυgнт тнeм
Bacĸ тogeтнer once agaιn;
To вecoмeтн υnιтed,
One naтιon.

v.

And wнιlѕт тнeѕe тwo
Crιed, вlood ѕтaιned тearѕ ιn
Tнeιr eye'ѕ; god нeardeѕт тнeм
In тнeιr paтιence.

vι.

Now тнeѕe тwo ѕoυl'ѕ ѕleep,
In genтle nιgнт'ѕ ҡɛɛք.
Tнanĸιng god ғor нιѕ preordaιnмenт
And нιѕ word'ѕ нe doтн ĸeep.



©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeт'ѕ poeтry
©Earl Jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( Fιlιpιno roѕe)

aingeal,
Mine blood pressure when thou art near rises, not from anything bad, just a simple fact thineself maketh me tremble at thy beauty and at thine own angelic aura that surrounds thee. Thou art heaven to me, for when I looketh into thy cosmos iris, I canst seeith all creation pinpointed to a marvelous canvas portrait, and it maketh me cryeth......... Not a sadly cry, not a hurtful cry, a cry because all the grace I canst seeith in that iris, is as if God hath sent michelangelo in the core of thy lid's to showeth me a piece of heaven I've never known couldst exist here on a planet that's been ruined by it's own kind, disgustingly!!!! And looking into those michelangelo eyes of thy own, I canst seeith so much refinement and artistry, and so much love they giveth off to me, as something I've never known, I was looking into an iris of an aingeal, and thou art mine one and only aingeal sent from God to me, as I to thee...  What a blessing underserved!!!!

©By-Brandon nagley (Lonesome poet's poetry)

An ancient tribesman
In the amazonian jungle
**** and raw, as a ghost.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Hyphenate thy walking ground, your thy hunger of slumbered town's, you fenced in doer!!! You rider of wild waves, homogenous to honeycomb's taste of thine hydrogen of implorations!!! Impotent words turn potent to imply further instruction,

Farther corruption comes,
Easier the raindrops flow!
Idle all your masteries to thine miseries,
Your sorceries likely unknown!!

I'm impoverish beyond belief,
Beyond thy receipts of studded diamond jewelry I have found!!!
Manifest questor,
You fancy and plain dresser's,
Arr thou lucratively winning?
Or art thou just beginning to lounge into modernized gain?
Marauders bones turn to sauder,
As Mardi gras is now the countries front page...

Marvel martyr's so penitent to past and present sin!!!

Pensioner's live in penthouse,
While ourn world copes to its end.....

Etɛʀռaʟ ʟɨʄɛ
I'ʋɛ ʄօʊռɖ;
Wɨtɦɨռ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ.





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

I am a beast
I'm a brute
I'm a crazy
Tis
A loot
Tis
Some sandals
Some hippy boots
Long hair
To divinity
Let the dollar hang by noose
I'm free
Eternally birthing
Making friends
With doctors
And shamen
Upholstery
Tidings
Of presents
Linger the tree
Demon devils
Hells sixth level
They intensify me

Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the *****'s of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.

I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.

An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.

The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.

Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Ive never, felt this happy in mine entire life
And I oweth it all to;
Mine soulmate,
Mine Reyna,
Mine best friend,
And mine life
Spirit
And soul.....

Mine earl Jane
Mine sweet
Sweet Jane.......



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

I couldst tell
That she was a cherub;
By the wing's on her back
That ripped through her blouse .

I couldst tell
She was from heaven;
When I walked into her home
I stepped in God's house.


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