i.

Heretofore, I impetrated for mine one and unseen dame,
I knewest not where she wouldst cometh from, though I couldst seeith her hair and face.I mewled out to mine God, even whilst with other's, knowing other's weren't mine soulmates, as tis me and them werent made for another;

ii.

I wrote letter's in prayer form, sending the prayer's to heaven. I asked the Lord, to send me mine girl, mine darling, mine lass, the one missing from mine past.

iii.

Tis, the past I kneweth her, in spirit form reality, we were two spiritual amour's, we got separated when I was thrown into the flesh, being born in sin, and fleshly seed.
iv.

Parfay mine faith, and in Jehovah's good time, whilst not feeling home with other's, as mine body broke down to slime. As tis all the tears I cried, and the year's that I hath waited, the lord answered mine wailing, and mine question's and debating.

v.

I sawest the face, I hath dreamed of many ages, I knewest her face, and recognized her taste, her hair midnight black, her eye's white as poetry's pages; I heardest her voice, the same one from afore, it was mine queen, her name Jane-MI-AMOUR'.........

vi.

I was waiting in purgatory, tis then God opened the door, mine angel flew through, I certified her allure. She was mine kindred soul, the other half to mine explores, we were eachother of old, as tis hell went neath the floor. Mine purpose was once fufilled, it came into sight, I was reborn again, the Hello-poetry night. Happiness hadst wrapped me, like a child so tight. Tis God answered, O' mine father answered, he responded with Jane, the lass of mine past life...




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Anon mine love
Anon;
We shalt be knitted into eachother's aura's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
There shalt be none bourns, and none border's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Mine lip's shalt maketh a dessert of thine own.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Ourn bodies together wilt intertwine, flesh, blood, bone's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
These writing's shalt be put to life.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Thou wilt calleth me in person husband, as I thou wife.



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

Bʏɢօռɛ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ
Hɨɖɖɛռ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ tɦɨċҡɛt;
Eʏɛ's քɨɛʀċɨռɢ ʟɨҡɛ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt քaռtɦɛʀ's
Tɦɛɨʀ ʄɛatɦɛʀ's, ċօʟօʀʄʊʟ, ʀɨɢɨɖ.
Tɦɛʏ sɛɛɨtɦ tɦɛ ɨռʋaɖɛʀ's
Cօʍɨռɢ ʊքօռ tɦɛɨʀ sɦօʀɛ's,
Tɦɛɨʀ ʄʀɨɢɦtɛռɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍɛtaʟ
Aռɖ ɦɛʟʍɛt's օʄ ɦɛʟʟ's stօʀʍ.
Tɦɛ ɖʀʊʍ ċɨʀċʟɛ stօք's
Tɦɛ ʍɛռ aռɖ աօʍɛռ stօք ɖaռċɨռɢ,
Tɦɛ ʄɨʀɛ ɮʊʀռɛtɦ ʟօա,
As tɨs ռօռɛ tɨʍɛ ʄօʀ ʀօʍaռċɨռɢ.
Tɦɛ Eʊʀօքɛaռ ɖɛatɦ ɮʀɨռɢɛʀ's
Tʀaʍքʟɛ saċʀɛɖ ɢʀօʊռɖ,
Tɦɛ ɢɦօsts օʄ օʟɖ
Iռɖɨaռ sօʊʟ's, ʍaʀċɦ աɨtɦ tɦɛ ʟɨʋɨռɢ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ
Tօ sɦaʍaռ sօʊռɖ's.
Dɛsɛċʀatɨօռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɢʊռ
Tɦɛ ɮʟօօɖ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sքɨʟt.
Iռռօċɛռt ռatɨʋɛs, օʄ tɦɛɨʀ օառ ɦօʍɛʟaռɖ,
Raքɛɖ, քʟʊռɖɛʀɛɖ ɨռ ʄɨʟtɦ.
Tɦօʊ ċaռst stɨʟʟ ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ Cʀʏ's օʄ tɦɛ ɮaɮɨɛs aռɖ աօʍɛռ,
As I ċaռst ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ աɦօ's ɮʊʀɨɛɖ ɨռ ɦɨs tօʍɮ,
Pʟaʏɨռɢ ɦɨs ʄʟʊtɛ aʟօʄt ɦɛaʋɛռʟʏ ċɛɨʟɨռɢ's.
As tɨs tɦɛ aʄtɛʀ-ɛʄʄɛċts ċaռst ɮɛɛռ sɛɛռ ʄʀօʍ aʄօʀɛtɨʍɛs,
Tɦɛ աatɛʀ's ʏɛʟʟօա, ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ ɨs sɦaʟʟօա, ʄɨʀɛs aʀt ɮʊʀռɨռɢ tɦɛ ʍօʊռtaɨռ's aռɖ Mɛaɖօաs, ʄʀօʍ tɦօsɛ ʀɨċɦ ʍɛռ աɨtɦ tɨռ-ʍɛtaʟ ɦat's; as tɨs tɦɛʏ sօʊɢɦt a ռɛա օʀɖɛʀ, as tɦɛ ʍɛɖɨċɨռɛ ʍɛռ ʄօʀɛsaա tɦɛsɛ atʀօċɨtɨɛs aռɖ sʟaʊɢɦtɛʀ's. Tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ քʀօքɦɛsɨɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍʊʀɖɛʀ օʄ tɦɛɨʀ աaʀʀɨօʀ's aռɖ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ's, as tɦɛʏ saաɛst a ռɛա աօʀʟɖ օʀɖɛʀ , ċօʍɨռɢ ɛʋɛռ at tɦat tɨʍɛ.



©Brandon Nagley
@Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry

i.

Indue me with thine habiliment made of amethyst silk,
Certes; mine is thine as thine is mine. The firmament shalt one day disintegrate, and the moon wilt not shine.

ii.

Erelong, mine love, erelong, we shalt be cometoid's cavorting
To drum's of virtuous beat's; except in the kingdom wherein we'll stayeth, there shalt be paved golden way's upon the street's.

iii.

O' Tagalog beauty- taketh all of me, subdue me when I am down and wearied, broken and teary, as this ground hath creature's hand's reaching up to claw and scratch;

iv.

I shalt thole the many great length's between ourn ocean's
I shalt waiteth yonside this distance, and holdeth on to thine
Loving potion; if it taketh eternity, I promise queen,
I'll get there, by boat's of steam, or flying machines-
Whether chariot, or unearthly saucers. I wilt get there,
Mine Filipino rose; God's chosen daughter.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i.

Se agapó
tóra kai gia pánta,
Ioánna,
Tha s 'agapó
xaná kai xaná,
se ílio, í sti vrochí

ii.

Tha s 'agapó
pánta vasílissa;
írthe i óra na xypnísoun
ópou to óneiro tou poiití.

(Greek tongue)




( English tongue)
i.

I love you
Now and forever,
Jane,
I'll love you
Over and over,
In sun, or in rain.

ii.

I'll love you
Forever queen;
It's time to wake
Where poet's dream.



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

i.

Brandon and Jane
One heart pumping their blood;
Soulmates, eternal love.

ii.

Brandon and Jane
Names written on alleyway wall's;
Undiscovered by man,
Treasure's of God.

iii.

Brandon and Jane
Revealed for all to seeith;
Manifested to the naked eye
To her I seek to pleaseth.

iv.

Brandon and Jane
Together interconnected glow;
Ourn flower garden is planted
We art the growers of touching soul's.

v.

Brandon and Jane
Mine flesh is her flesh, as tis her's is mine.
Mine pain is her pain, as tis her's is mine.
Mine name is her name
Filipino divine.
A kingdom with an empress
Jane sardua, lady of time.

vi.

Brandon and Jane
Coalesced in sacrosanct lullaby's;
As newborn infant's, and before the age
Of man we were to find. To find one another
In a moment's blinking eye, I kneweth her, tis
She kneweth me, I searched the beaches and thus
The sea's, as I landed in Clarin, Philippines;

vii.

Brandon and Jane
Forever to be,
Resplendent
Symphony's
Of soulmate
Seeds. Together
                            Forever
            scintill­a
                            Serene.



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

i.

She hath abated mine sorrow's, split mine manacles
Wherein afore day's, I was shackled and trampled;
I was left for expiry, mine soul felt retiring,
Ague gaveth me chill's, I got lost in opiatic pill's,
Death twas I, that I was admiring.

ii.

The world gaveth me none thrill- tis I wasn't meant for this life,
I besought at all costs, to find what was right.
Sent to me then, after all mine thirst and hunger for mine
One and true queen, camest Earl Jane, betwixt the dark shade,
Of Satan and his being's.

iii.

When she stepped in, Alleluia hit mine lung's, I found that one I sought, from so many year's ago, twas not love at first sight, I loved her from lifetime's humans do not knoweth; created in God's light. I loved her all along, ourn marriage was, hast been, and always wilt be abiding, timeless, in Cordelia strand's of song.

iv.

And tis when I do wrong, she sets me on better path's, she straightens me, she relates to me, she's mine kindred soul once again I found at last; she's the consort to mine well-being, she's beautiful, elegant, perfection is her key. Perfect to me, she aligns with the star's. Tis she, yea she, hath broken me from mine own prison bar's.



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