I do not know you any more this life is passing by us all this day,

Twisted fates there is no reason as you lie darkness befalls you.

Hallucinations’ these dreams that capture unity never more.


The heart you gave broken away from these confusions tonight,

I alone hold this light taken nevermore from the souls.

Heaven upon this cross this lesson given I bleed words.


I hear the gentle soft breeze of summer through windows of sleep,

Counting the birds that fly by the window in the skies of closed rooms.

Protection has lost control broken wings again this plain sweetness.


I die the pain in slow death to God I will ask for forgiveness that day,

Wishing great fortunes on the awakening to evade the confusion,

Can you equate fallen ones following blue light microwaves.


Compassion never fought numbers in the lines of the dead now,

Where is the conclusion to the words unjustifiably avoided.

Back to this spring day this joy to see nature of what we are.


We cross dimensions in sleep cast away your fears on this plain,

The hawk gathers the skies the owl gatherers the younglings.

Open to language these days gather the Celts of truth.


We are seers of fortunes that are gathering in this death we are hopeful,

Self-destruction this path screaming out for the lost who never hear.

The Sun will shine to other hemispheres time mortals can you read.


Farther than beyond infinity the dark energy grows can you accept this,

We do not see the darkness of night times will pass to this,

Communication in waves they are calling this is history.

We can see for now but for a glimpse of completion.


Spare this moment for lives lost for causes forgotten wars,

This is conflict of the mind we are lost can I help.

This comes back to the soul of love.


© Nicholas Leslie MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented