The darkest days

The darkest days never forget you are love. 2019 was not a good year for me this reflects in my poetry. I cannot express myself in poetry anymore it became to stressful, emotional for the reason of mental illness. This to say I will not be publishing anymore books after; Never Forget You Are Love.

I am content I have left a legacy for my children and feel I do not need to suffer the stresses in creating one. For now, I explore different ways to express myself.

Thank you to my following.
~ Nicholas ~

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.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXX MakersPlace ArtWork

 

 

This Day

Our souls touched today far from confusion we are one,

Nature gathers memories I am passing through this light.

One day we shall meet through the skies of love.

Keep me close to your heart I am forever there now.

We are never emptied falling from the sight this age,

Holding you fast in my arms of this realisation.

Forgotten days these years pass to infinity them,

I miss you these wild days in fortitude be free.

Just call out for me I will be there forever these days.

Birth of the soul gave life no coincidence the pain,

I have the love looking nevermore I with.

Wild horses gather the moors this freedom.

Talking energy deflect the negative take water.

Realisation gathers the mist of time now,

This hunger passes to the night, become the new day.

 

 © Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII #ProgressivePoetry

History Repeats

Coming from dark clouds apologetic forms It still rains.
fierce words from none, from woman from this storm.
feeding from veins of memory’s of what love.

Hearts ripped, to much pain given.
holy city’s fall the angels call, vapour surrounds
this storm lights at the earth history repeats.

Look for the love In your eyes where are we.
Flying south without care In disparage expression.
Come dance on embers of evil souls.

Universe will burn the human virus.
From the ashes new life justified In gods earth.
Begone the lost people In hate you stand.
War must end, or to this end.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXVII