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On 12/04/2019 Ryoma found me on ello.co and invited me to join makersplace I was dubious at first so i was curious so researched they had around one thousand artists I found this to be interesting. To tell the truth it was a struggle at first. Then I was asked to be an influencer I thought why not, so I got into the role using my network. I used a mixture of new art and established art. The real enjoyment was networking on Discord these people became family to me. To watch this platform grow was a great experience and I would recommend helping start-ups of this nature.

I believe my job is done my network has diminished but as Dannie would say the people who stay are real people. To mention Dannie, he put up with my harassment in trying to develop the site and to see some of my ideas being implemented was fantastic for me.

Makersplace unique has attracted many artists and I cannot believe the amount of talent involved making stores, it is a struggle to get started but I highly recommend you do. I never in my imagination would hold an art collection this has also a joy for me to watch artists grow and develop. To end I would just like to thank Ann Marie Alanes for her unique support and imagination. Makersplace will just keep on growing and I am happy with the way this worked out.

Thank You Ryoma
~ Nicholas ~

The Collection

Quantum Eternity

Hold my hand take me the right way I do not talk, Banished subconscious memories we do not think. Nature is this our Earth we are soil to grow.

Education miscalculation never the right road, Thunder and lightning across the mind primal scream. These years pass quickly orbiting quantum eternity.

They are of the shadows creeping illusions flicker, Watching humanity kill itself where is the moment. Softly cares for the mind leave now I am with death.

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Concrete Beds

These concrete beds bars at the window no light, Sleep now the night fell to weeks, self-torture. Wires attached these patterns in blindness.

Empty body where is the thoughts of freedom, Care upon the search back to reality clean. Throwing lucky pennies on the roads to nowhere.

Is that sunlight doors open can we breathe again, Open your heart to save our spirit in the rain. To thoughts expectations of the self-reset.

 

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Pockets Full of Rocks

Walking the sands in the dense mist morning rise, No understanding these sounds of crashing waves. Closed eyes alone once more on this moment.

Come back to myself begging footprints never followed, Feelings to be swallowed by this great ocean before. Death breathing down the neck do we fight.

Pockets full of rocks memories held to grasp, Missing emotions rescue me on this flight. Our wings grow bare the pain it will pass.

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Layers

Love Surpasses, There is no rejection of that you encounter, it is just memories for the history of youth.

Conjunction

Despair conjunction fracturing reality and peace, given the skies a kingdom of peace we cry, on theses shines abandonment insecurities can we live again. Where are we today all the days are coming there is love we need forgiveness man is second to nature we are nothing without.

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Kindness

I remember you across theses days falling at your feet once no more forgetfulness cannot be the excuse do you ever remember, cried for you this day you gave dehumanization in carless words.

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Understanding

Never understanding across pathways, it is all before a new beginning can not evaporate give kindness receive kindness, time is time on facts are all the moment we know love can we say yes today to find words in this consequence.

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Midnight

Low down on these blue nights, can this be lost to time heading for love in these gardens of where these oak trees wonder we change forever these times foretold in silks wonderment a glimpse of unsurpassable light of life remember we feel where we begin uncontrolled pain riding the highways of the skies I lost you.

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© Nicholas Leslie MMXX

Thank You

My apologies my poetry has become very exhausting and I have hit a block,
This means I will be taking a break from writing.
I will be concentrating on my art work at this time, thank you everyone for your support. Ventured into cryptoart my store can be found here Featured Artists of: Makers Place And Thank You Again.

Kindest Regards

Nicolás Leas-Celyn 

Rain Drops of Your Tears

The kingdom falls to injustice there are no freedoms today,

We had hope the voices never heard hold your heart.

Upon the death the mankind walls broken a new war.

 

Seconds to midnight never to be grasped late this day,

No truth, sharing the wavelengths that bring peace.

Crawling on the floor to find strength to stand to inhumanity.

 

Lost but for the angel’s guidance that is faithful to our minds,

What is your name that is spoken to nothingness this oblivion.

Comprehension gathers the rain drops of your tears.

 

Through the daze you held my hand drowning again I am not the one,

Death passed by that day who I know too well my friends.

At my side a caring soul growing wings for peace for man.

 

Climb away from desolation nature claims everyone we all,

organic symphonies drifting time we lost to misunderstanding.

Time upon time to ask forgiveness we are not the generation.

 

Find your mind hold fast your inspiration be kindness to yourself,

We are movable motions in time and space give permission.

We all can be peace we all can be closer to our dreams.

 

 

© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented

Worlds End

This soft voice calling from my heart I know you where are you,

Lost in vivid daydreams of unreality can I hold you for a moment.

Lost sounds creeping through feelings I am with you now.

 

Sharpness we forget these passing though light grounded,

Wish to dance be with the freedom of innocence we lost,

Do not succumb to darkness objections in surreal worlds.

 

Seeing you on clear lake flying your outer never this mind,

We could have conquered hearts for revelations lost.

I call to you for love the mind escapes with you now.

 

Is this called love I do not know you being sacrificed tonight,

Universe heal you hold fast the lost days in sleep different worlds.

History fails to give lessons we are human at this worlds end.

 

Planet destroyers each and every one choked on self-indulgence,

This story will pass on no paper as it burns the mind of the forgotten.

Fractures of the heart we do not cry for our children you have sold.

 

We never know I know edge of death more than once I give forgiveness,

Can we find meadowlands of freedom these gardens will grow light.

Eternity purifies on horizons this event, passing our way on moonlight.

 

Calling on the masters no elite no chasing fantasy fallen oak leaves,

A bed of dreams on that you do not sleep God calls you now,

We are special of the clans pay no mind to expedience of time.

 

We cannot stop the motion this time is to see the philosophy,

We can shed tears of ourselves where are you stop the self-destruction.

Motions of nations synchronisation will never hold brave people.

We have no rights to rise this our time to recognise our love.

 

Wishing on stars for reasons of mankind everything suddenly insecure,

You are my people we wish to wake but then again you are,

Words spoken unravel to butterfly wings actions now are we together.

 

© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented

Rain Gives Life

Futility crossed the pathways of man do not despair now,

Empires built will be forgotten to the lost souls.

A lie we are knowledge forth to new worlds.

 

Never to be mistaken these words ravel begging you to see,

Let’s walk this moonlight once more we are the truth no more.

We are love contaminated in our hearts I feel you.

 

There is always hope this new day be grateful we are alive,

Stop cast away fear angels are here for you this rain gives life.

Life comes to you your spirit is free witness yourself of love.

 

Cast away doubt sparing light this summer mornings life,

Troubles testing times we die every nightfall with peace.

Summer flowers we are, and we are here today.

 

Planets arise in your name pathways inconsequence,

The greater escape we are no more than dust in the wind.

You will never be lost again hold your hands to the skies.

 

Many millennia we come together this time is not lost,

Fields folding raise your crops across these meadows.

Celyn of truth victorious people we can say.

 

Missing fractions of humanity we die a little from this time,

Healing wounds you are beautiful we are existence.

Heal they self, passing by to say welcome to the new world.

On Wings of Angels 

© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented