Defective detectives
Eyes as gluttons
Maketh wishes outta naught
Giveth something for nothing.
Diamond's as peeper's
Sneezer's sneeze hard
Pounding their brains
To their lips that speaketh lies
So enlarged!!!

MOTHER'S;
Sent by God,
To be an intermediate from God to man
So that mother's canst stoppeth men in ourn times of foolishness.
Intermediate Angel's.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Marmoreal slide astro kiss
Shalt thou be succulent to mine aching tongue?
I needeth thee now lonesome one
Where art thou as me?
For tis no dream do I long for,
I pant to needing true amour'
I sit at Nahum's door
Waiting to be let into the megalopolitan
To skyscrape her eye's
To seeith into this angelic soul.....
I seeketh gold!!!
Not silver
For one to keepeth me on their leash,
Not noone else to be their dog.....
To skip to high grog......
A utopian of believing one another. ...
Not sleeping in dreams,
But awake to each other's reality!!!!

Crystalline teeth
Latex feet
Cashmere clothe
Beddened sheets
Underneath
A ribbon wrapped body!!!

Oh man I can seeith the beauty in thy things thou calleth ugly,
Oh man I would and will uplift that statuetic queen thou calleth beast!!

Oh man I will learn to feast with her with candles and incense to aroma ourn scents,
Oh man thou canst buyeth her, she's not a slave for thine own rent!!!!

Oh man you throw her in the trash, and I am a trash digger,
Yet what thou doth not know is that thou threw out the gift!!

And kept thy bubble rap!!!!!!!

Haha, blind looker!!!!
Keepers, keepers,
Losers, weepers,
If only hence I'd find such a treat!!

Oh man, thou mayeth shackle her in reigns,blindfold her in vain,
I shall break her loose, and her noose once worn shall be on thy head!!

Oh man, thou hath sliced her by tongue,
Gaveth her false hopes, and no fun,
I'm her plane to fly her out!!!

Oh man,
One of doubt?
Crazy thou sayeth?

that I am eh good friend!!!!

Yet who's the crazy one selling thy gold for worldly deception!!

How's this inscription?????

I was a dealer
A pusher of ivory bags
And capsule packets...

All to get mine own delirium
Crazy enough for sanitarium's

Trapped and chained in fiend cage

As in god in that time I had forgotten

Though mine creator I must tell thou
Had not forgotten me...

I turned disease
To mine own kin
I stole a lifetime
Of prison sins
I sought the wrong
And in the end

I made a soo called friend
As
Tis
Was he who had set Me up

Got mine dealer, as also me
In a 22 people dope bust
Sent to jail
Than to pickway by bus

As pickaways
An old mental institution
Turned place for all thugs!!!

As In all this time
Tis
Whilst I mention
Alone I was not

As for god had sent me cherubs
Seraphim's against those beasts
I came out better than the rest

Tis mine story
Tis me!!

Grass was her fancy
She said she never smoked "ciggs"
Yet with that little bit of grass in her

Marlboro menthol
Was always there to chase the grass...

Being someone's dream
And being someone's reality
Art two different entities....
As in being one's dream
( their just that, not real, an illusion)
Being one's reality....
Whether on the interweb or in person
Means thou wouldst do anything to be with that person
Something one cannot do whilst dreaming..
Such as taking a plane
Bus
Car
Or even thy own feet
To go be with that person in realness....
In dreams sure thou canst be with one in thy head at night
But in the morning thou shalt waketh up alone,
And truly wish those dream's were real....
A saddened illusion..
I'm a realist,
I'm the crazy one who'd take
A plane
A bus
Or car
Or feet,
To SEE the one I love.  
I'm just a hopeless romantic realist...
And proud to be..
We're a dying breed these days.....
Verily I telleth thee....

I'm a dying breed...

I got a telephone
Here
Go ahead
Take it
Thou canst talk to god...

Emotional firerides, snow filled glyphs,
Plantationed homes, bars to the stove, no lipstick to thy lips!

Pale faces creep Townshend banjo's. Stature has no wayward end! Death can be friend or foe, moles can be packrats where bookbagged books are quite old!!!

Violinic apathy, tunes are all grasping me, April, April come around thine deathly bend! Whom shall make it? When these doors swing to pickaways end...

Crushed  dispair, **** city blues to stretch ones hair, art thou fair?  Danzel of maidens,seeker of fair trade-ins,lovers love, a sin for thine sin!!

Where shalt I begin?

When shall this end?

Folk homestead, show me your Colorado's scenes,where paintings are reality, and fantasies are dream's!!!

If thou
Wouldst show thy lover to the world
And not hide thy man or woman,
Hit like ():

Man madeth robot his queen
And turned queen into a robot!!!!!

As a peasant beast,
                                  I slithered beneathe the rocks
Than an illuminating torch glowing so bright..  
Penetrated mine view..  

This angel uplifted me
From heaven
A snake like me
That she hast saved!!

She's mine mi amour'

As mine scales were ripped off
Left on earth's shore!!

Quickened quicksand putrified as blackened pepper,
Doth thou remember?
Or art thou to young to forget?

Propagation stuns contagiously,
Raging promoter's think hastily,
How provision like they are!!!!!!!

Swell in their heads,
Like a baby still unfed,
Feet stuck in state shoes like old southern style pickled jars!!

The puncture of force trembles to the gravitational world,
Where men art small,
Women art tall,
Dancing on tables of wine and pearls!!!

Moody atmosphere here is monosonic,
Monopilizers monstrous to federal gain!!
Some socks stay threaded,
While bedsheets they use for you to hang!!!

Misconcieve your own livings,
Give your own thanksgiving,
For you stole thine native land!!!

No change to stay at large,
Mitigater of quickened sand......

Decorous dearth,
Peek out those lucid veins
Drive me wild
Tyrent child
Taste me in thy rain!!

(Cross heavy) Old found poetry by meself...A cross to bear, nails to tear thick through. Canst thou shovel thine own grave? Gravedigger art thou payed yet for thy expenses? No message's coming on in. Just burdenful sins to cut the blue made veins, where the bloodiest of stains grapple no completing. The dogs are teething as babies to the ****. ******* stay stuck in the devils inventions, none to know or mention what society seems to fail. Do we prevail? or get conquered to lost woe fears? Holy spirit shalt thou come near to be thy carriage i lay this carrion body? Claireaudience has found me barraged in darkest of flagrant sadness. Such madness have i been born into, or was the madness thrived in me? No locks nor keys to pass, Limbos fated match, Chimera's live hatched where no love has been given.......

The espiridion is existant in the bright of the dawn
The achak meanderer's wear clarion tunic's
Whilst their lips art muted
To afterlife song's...
Their hair unseen
Though floweth long,
They cometh in thy dream's
Sometimes in scream's,
Sometimes to the good...
Their lost,
Misunderstood
No cost
Couldst giveth them new good's....
Sometimes their Ahriman
Disguised as good warrior's,
Though the arcangel Gabriel
Lends his sword to the spiritual border's...
Tyrents come steadily
As ready the ghost's art,
Though much protection surrounds me
When I'm alive...
And when this baggage depart's....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Poets,
         The rock stars of the art world.......
Since everyone sais poet's art crazy....

Friday night
Lonesome delight...    ):::::::::

Dearest of propheteers,

What is it that thou fears the most in this shortest of lives?
Is it the lack of essence that responds to you?
Or the abundance of death?

Is it all the paper's with faces on them thou has spent?
Or the all of nothing thou has left?

What is thy deepest desire?
Thy lonely attire sticks out amongst the preppiest of crowds,
Thine nonsense goes nowhere now!!!!

Honesty has become thy surest of all enemies,
Few is much when the poor have plenty!!!

Death thou coward!!!
How is it thine self puts up a fight when I'm locked into solitary?

Involuntary I throw these sweat clinched tasting fists,
Place thy worthy bets to all booky lists!!!!

Reality no longer seems real to me,
A steal indeed if the tag is brand new!!!!

Man thinkest he is invincible;
No,
True love is invincible.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A thorn on mine head,
Nails to these hands,
Bullet to thine brand,
A shot to your perversions,

Excruciating turn ins!

A cut to mine wrists,
A lip for mine whisps,
An actionary cemetary_
I'll prowl with wolves and natives!!

Excrutiative!

Mine chalk to make characatures,
Tis these bones to get weaker,
As you mock me to your liking!

No sandals to be worn,
No boats to climb your shores,
Just mine own amour' in plebian tithe..

A length to ones thigh!!!!

A rope to straddle me,
Some smoke to hide me,
A queen to surprise me,
For no, not one Ive found,

A restful experience do I wake to take me home,
No soreness to these groans,
Just ****** of fresh fruited vine....

Yay,
I seeketh one's firth to calm these nerves
Yay,
I need one's curse I shalt not escape!!
Yay,
I long for her affection's when the rain pour's down
Yay,
For her to sweep me from mine feet, to throw me to the ground!
Yay,
I seeketh a lost queen of myrrh
Yay
As a dog I'll moan, as a cat she'll purr!!
Yay,
To overcome me with bedtime stories
Yay,
No voids nor gaps, beauty and the beast in glory!!!
Yay,
For her to allure me in deadened aeon's
Yay,
Illuminated by animate neon!!!!

In this earthly vessel I'm a slave,
Mired in a cave,
In this fleshly suit I'm impaled,
Beyond the distinct of shells and shale,
In this pottery, I'm shackled on in.
Burdened by loneliness, sultry of sin!
For I shall soon have renewal,
A cologne Macy's can't carry,
No blood to leak,
No more to be weary.
This carcass to be ordained,
In the skies,
On a  plane,
A one way ticket to the great gig in the sky.

Romantics thou sayest thou art oh men?
Well
Why canst thou post poems for thy love
Every five seconds as I?

Maby I'm just the crazy one here
Hahahahaha!!!

There's a cat down below mine porch,
(One of the mama cat's newborns around here)
Mum said to me,
"Look" that cat looks like a baby cow....
Due to its cute black and white spots....
She said look at how (skiddish)  it is!!! ( because it was shaky)
I told her
Mum, I'll calleth it skiddy.....
Mum replied back
Not skiddy,
But
"SKIDDY THE KITTY"
As the baby kitten looked up at me
With its cute little face
And skitted off....

I love mums humor,
And the little critter's that cometh around....

Today
Is a wonderful day
Was horrible and heart-wrenching before...
But now
A calm
Cool
Cherub peace!!!!
Hast knocked at mine door.....
As tis I  know I haveth much greatfullness for mine one life....
Soon to shareth hopefully one day with a queen
And that queen
To call mine beloved wife!!!
Though Maby just hopeful wishing now
Tis
All I canst do is try
To be uplifted back to the cumulus town!!!!

If I'm gonna write a poem
I don't write on measely issues or topics
I do it big.....
I go all out.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Mothers and fathers/ by me.. Mother and dads did you not get attention? Starved and craved your high fixtures to much? Nothing's enough!
For you have little kings and queens who study your every move! For you shall be them, they as you!!
Both walking blindly to the materialism in front of you, how hard shall it be to show kin fullest respects! Get yourself in check!!!
Young girls seek for daddies, boys pass by in caddis, fixated on **** life!!!Not right!!!
Did we forget the next in line of blood? Where money can't buy love and Chemical pills will not ****** happiness! Sinful craftiness..
Mothers take your little one by her hand! Father show your son the ten commands, and lead them the right way! You went asstray!!!! Forgetting the own skin coat you've created.

est igitur forma fui bestiam ...
(Latin)

English-speaking

She was mine beauty, I was the beast!!!

Down amour' Lane, wherein there's inamorata's and inamarato's,
I'm the ghost unseen, the real hopeless romantic, the lost shadow;
Down in the grave, with the demon's I battle, as I loosen mine light force, which God giveth me to breaketh their chained hand's

I'm on heartbroken street, wherein dream's taketh over, and reality doth not last; a jollification do I indeed want to arriveth for, for one to open their door, though I'm just figment to others
As mine vigor is more than real, hoping one for mine heart to steal...................................


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Everyone's seeking fame here,
                                                       Thou Searcheth a like or two,
Just be thyself,

Now that is fame!!

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

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

Ángel español dio a la fuga, ella subió en la noche !
(Spanish version)

(English version)

Spanish angel took flight, she left at night!!!!!

The best part of love,
Is even when we think we can't love much more than we already do...
Due to the fact were already over the top in love....
Ourn love seems to groweth daily even more....
And just when we think it can't get better than this
Because we're already to madly crazily in love!!!!!
That amour' seemeth to cultivate ten-fold.......
By the second,
Hour,
Day
Night
Minutes .....
And it feeleth soo grand!!!!

As the moon queen
Walked into mine abode ( mine life)
I bowed,
Humbly at her presence....

Snap outta thy dream mine beau
For thou art I,
As I am thou
Pick up that cell
Hit thy speed dial
I'm waiting
For thy amour
Queen of crescent shore!!

Some people's plague's come out by their asp's of poisonous tounge's ,
Yet me ,
Strangely,
Mine cometh out by mine own actions,

Yes I admit,

It's such a shameful scourge!!!!!!

Ironic is it not?
The Norm society
Calleth us poet's crazed, lunatic, insane.

Though tis
The quote "Norm people" of society;
Art the one's who readeth us "crazed" poet's writing's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I just wanna thank thee
For loving me
When others don't showeth love...
That's a blessing...
I thank thee with mine soul.
Mina-a-otra-mitad



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Oh love story,
I ponder thy purgatory of waiting's
Sitting whilst navigating
For the one I do await!!

I sit at her gate,
Pounding her oak colored door
MI AMOUR'
MI AMOUR'

Tis, I scream in fairytale voice!!!

Come out amour'
Open thy door
As I'm a puppy to thy cause!!!

This chalice for thou throbs!!

*******'s dirtiest waiting!!

Patience is a virtue some may say
Tis,
Yet I'm not waiting for patience oh friend!
I wait for mine mi amour'

I'll say again
Amour'
Mi amour'

She comes
She goes
Like me she sits back
Waiting on a ghost

When the apparitions Right in front of her

Tis,
Its me
Tis,
Its me!!

(The abducing of the soul) By meself..  The abradant Heartache soo strongly felt, The pillars do melt , for they feel the abstinence thats needed. Choked, and bleeded out, Searched, lost found.Only for many to doubt..Yet its right in front of us friends, The metal ink pen spells out all on graffitied walls..Emptied stalls, where strangers do strange things..The bite of the sting makes many feel safe..Such Bemauling of faces, all races displaced. They follow what man has to offer, A downfall of bellmetal cans, They wear them, they compare them, as what they wish for comes to its end.. Books and books stacked upon mammals knowledge only to lose themselves..Can they not see, the belonging and needs that they desire are all right beside..No need for reasoning, No need to hide, for they must discover at their own will..Yet time runs short, the bountiful courts close as Mid til noon.. Blackhearted faters are doomed, For they sought the wrong theories, No coadjusting spiritually, For what they lost was foresight..The souls in all freight as  dram~shops stay loose, The dragon seeks who he may desire, Hes suited in fashionable Boots.. No gantry to protect the most wonderful hearts, For they keep on looking for what the world destroys..Young girls and boy's why do you seek in emptied chests? Give god your all, Hear his call, For what you will find will not be Pleasureable..But will bring you back to the beginning, where the treasure was all along...Seek and you will not find..But SEE and your eyes will Not be blind.....

Epizoons come by trillion man armies,
Flies prey around me, as leaches they take mine best.
Such distress!

Episodes I see daily of young lovers who march,eating fast food and starch, yet their eyes are to busy feasting the neighbor next door!

Cuppy lips I want to drag me under, to annilate this every structure, buttons snapped off, clothes are ripped to all passion!
Sensual reactions...

Connatural baseburners, needers and groaners, dialect between to unearthly cheribums..
Basilica of fun!!!!!!!!!!

An alt altocumulous, hyper by ourn own hydrous hose,
Unclothed....

Lacuna's we shall upheave, we shall grown to thine own beats, and tribalize to ourn own submission...

Leaguer's of our own team
Players to the game of purest ******* wholesale!!!!
A warden to make mine bail.../

A gelatin to mold in,
To ease away in our bath soaked togetherness....

Casa
Co-op
Condo
Pad,

Dwelling
Domicile
Habitat
Homestead
Homage
Caboose
Chalette

All home in different words
As for mine mi amour'

She's mine home
That place
Where I know
I've finally come home!!!

Wherein her tabernacle rest's
That's where mine heart shalt be,
By her love to be blessed....

Does it shine?
Thine soul that is,
Is it blind, in rewind to remorse, anger and craftiness?
Doth it provoke?
For the devil can do that to!
Art thou up in smoke, riding the cool waves pool!
Dragged down, soaked and heavy!
A glamour shimmers with no error.
For none are fairer.....
Its true self shows when the crowd has dissapeared!!!

The most tortured of soul's
Art the most beautiful....

Truth is,
              There's only two path's we shalt take,
The broad
And the narrow

She taketh me down that narrow path....

                                                       ­                  the one that giveth life!!!

Slippeth
Trippeth
Falleth
Wonderwall

Slippeth
Trippeth
Cryeth
Wo­nder whyeth?

Pouty
Doubty
Shouty
Mommy !!!

Sleepeth
Awaketh

Man in chains!!