i.

Eight thousand, four hundred and twenty four
Miles away;
I shalt waiteth a million lifetime's
To be in her arm's, tis her I crave.

ii.

Tis, I shan't never get sick of her
She alway's bringeth in the new;
Mine convivial consoler is alway's there
When I'm bleeding, feeling blue.

iii.

I canst surely count on her
Evident is her affection's;
Whence was going astray
Her glow now point's me in right direction.

iv.

So when the old serpent
Creep's his horned visage;
I knoweth mine safety, is with mine Reyna
Sweet Jane, her arm's as pinion's, her spirit from God.


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

i.

She is becoming
As she hast ameliorated mine pang's;
Her radiance is chatoyant
She melt's mine thought's, with her dusk black and wet bang's.

ii.

Her bungalow is mine own
Bucolic and historically hidden;
We're passionate in ourn dwelling
The walls brushed with ourn amour', tucked between ceiling's.

iii.

Memorabilia she keepeth
Of her childhood in a small room;
I stareth at her adolescent memory photo's
Thinking God made her on the moon.

iv.

Feeling how blessed I am
With mine Jane, neath her plume's;
Her wing's stretch out, north to south
A defense from demon crew's.

v.

A exemplar to the Almighty architect
The embodiment to all mine livelihood;
She's the road to peace, from west to east
On mine knee's I looketh to her, I kisseth her feet.

For she's mine queen...........



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

i.

Twas I, ****** into her eye's
Passed through her brain;
Into her soul
Passing in her heart, into her membrane.

ii.

And I shalt do it over
And repeat again;
And return to her spirit
Wherein the warmth never end's.


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

i.

Off to Fuga island
Next to the pamalican;
Then to Bucas grande
In the turquoise shallow end's.

ii.

Next, the Mactan
Wherein the grain's art caramel tan;
Then to the land of Coran
And Cebu, where the shore meet's the dawn.

iii.

Hiding safely, on Bohol isle
There art tarsier, and thing's of wild;
Diogo islet next, an uninhabitable place
Me and mine Reyna shalt explore it, with tribal paint on face.

iv.

Off, to the great Santa Cruz
Ourn feet, in the pink corraline sand;
Zamboanga City, the southern region
Of this Filipino relic strand..

v.

Whilst next the Sangat
The western part of this expedition;
Whilst doing all this sight-seeing
It shalt be with mine Jane nagley, in earth's natural kitchen.



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

Lover, mine soulmate
Lover, mine joie de vivre ;
Lover, mine cloud nine
Lover, thy élan vital of time.

Lover, mine morning, and evening bud
Lover, mine living, to thee I'm giving thee love;
Lover, mine muse, mine refuge and rescue
Lover, were fused, made brand new, branded, tattooed.


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

i.

Cryeth not mine unearthly floret, for thou art good enough
Cryeth not, thine tear's art mine tear's, thine fear is mine fear;
Cryeth not mine pet, thine bijou vision's art met with mine own
Cryeth not holy apostle, thine anguishing jostle's across interweb.

ii.

Frowneth not mine protector, thine room awaiteth me to arrive
Frowneth not O' ethereal ressurector, I'm stuck sweetly in mind;
Frowneth not core of mine existence, thou art mine daily bread
Frowneth not, thine Thorn's art off, now they sit upon mine head.

iii.

Smile mine delicate sweet, I'm begging at thy feet for one laugh
Smile mine elegant treat, I'm more than happy, with thee blessed;
Smile mine earl Jane nagley, soon to taketh mine hand, two ring's
Smile mine dandy, we shalt meet soon, in ourn room, Bell's ding.



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

I knoweth
Mine amour is mine soulmate;
When I feeleth at home, she is mine home.



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

i.

Tommorrow might not cometh
The night might not showeth;
The reaper might taketh me.

ii.

The star's mayest fail
Mine heart might be impaled;
Clotted crimson mayest cover me.

iii.

The cumulus might bring hail
Mine eye's shalt closeth;
This spirit to be renewed.

iv.

Though in all this pain
Next to me, mine sweetest Jane;
Mine angel of God, mine cherub moon.

v.

So if I do goeth
Dearest amour', alway's knoweth;
Forever I shalt, loveth thou to.


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

i.

In thine soul
In thine soul;
I'm whole.

ii.

In thine arm's
In thine arm's;
I shalt rest in thine abode.

iii.

In thine thought's
In thine thought's;
I shalt stay.

iv.

In ourn aisle
In our aisle;
Thy wedding dress shalt sway.

v.

O' heaven
O' beautiful heaven;
Is all I knoweth, with thee.



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

i.

A black vested barbarian
From the land of Corinth;
Garbed in snowy himation
Travelling the Filipino drench.

ii.

Twas, I was not use to this land
There's only a dry and wet season;
Mine black snake Boot's
Protected me from venomous poison.

iii.

This ground as mine own
Untamed primal eye's;
They Pierce through the wilderness
Phantom's passeth through thy body, it's their energy as a high.

iv.

Tis I was greeted
By an aboriginal watcher;
I met her mother, who wanted me for her daughter
I Gaveth mineself to this young queen, mind full of wonder.

v.

As tis I hath joined, this clan of beautiful native's
I consecrated mine Reyna's amour', as we became related;
Whilst we danced, around the fire her mother hath built
The Filipino bead's around mine neck read " Jane", meaning self.


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