Ive been in prison
And hated the feeling of being some animal
In a cage;
Though I wouldn't mind being a prisoner
In mine Reyna's soul
Wherein it's warm and whole...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん/earl Jane dedication

Her roots stretcheth back
To tribal times;
As tis she is a tribal girl
Wild, raw, ****, tropical,
Her wild eye's like a panther's at night
Turneth me on;
As tis I seeith the primal nature of them
Pierce right through mine soul....





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

I fell into her amare web
As tis mine heart was trapped;
Mine soul was in elevation
As tis her web of amour
Made mine heart clap......

And whilst in her web
She layed on me Asian potion;
She cuddled me, and gripped me
With her skin as a lotion
As tis  she's mine sweet devotion ..


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

i

In stormy sea's, And in the breeze, Wherein caliginosity doth hide
Behold mine morning glory, for thou art part of mine ****'s;
Whence death I hath came from, in the charnel house I laid
I was shackled in all debacle, lost, seeking, lonesome, in mine age.

ii

Thou hath disenthralled me, and hath taken me to thine hip's
Thine craft was shiny, seraphic blinding, I floated onto thy ship;
Hovered I didst, as if a nasa takeoff to thy outter layered space
Thou hath sweetened me, with Asian tea, and put honey to taste.

iii

Albeit I was just a campesino, with nothing to giveth mine dove
She soared me. Explored me, ourn kisses brought tear's of love;
Avouched me she hath done, she took mine side against the crowd, she hushes me with all compassion, her tiera Asiatic loud.



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

i

Her cotton swab bolster
Marinateth her midnight sweat's;
She titter's thus from woe
Though I seeith when her heart burst showeth.
Dejection corset.

ii

Epistle's art stacked up in her thought's
Of what she should writeth tommorrow;
Grief stricken, by none restful sleeping
Awaking for school,
Another day bottled.

iii

Her way's art of God
He's her truest guidance;
She giveth truth
Sweetful tooth
A fruit of whom I shalt liveth.

iv

Death she's tasted, as Dom Pérignon
Her word's, as the wine she speaketh;
Her back hurt's, her love's at work
She telleth star's, from whence their birthed
As tis she's a faraway light as well.

v

She's seen Gehenna, she's been trapped in cell's
She's seen misery, and heaven and hell
Though when I'm close, she heareth Bell's
She raiseth a toast, when I'm in her realm
A queen, a rose, a bud bloomed, sadly, she wanders her room.



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

Poor in material's
Yet enriched by eachother;
She's mine napakaganda girl.



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