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

 

 

Feathers

These shores scattered hearts summer sunshine,

dear ones find the time to care, infinity captures.

Dreaming this love affair running feathers white.

 

Holding hands kissing under the trees forgotten times,

Etched memories we were free of age, times unfold.

Still holding you from the soul this history you know.

 

Making love this understanding fragile minds wonder,

Age comes in circles where were we but peace.

Just to understand the memory of you.

 

Walking this light etched with fear come to freedom,

With me and pass though the mists of time all.

Ask this question no tears just knowledge in age.

 

Night echoes remember me on the shores of mist,

Lost pathways finding the new history repeats.

Calling for the one, found of this life now.

 

Compensate know you are loved this beginning,

Endless days surpassed someday apologies from air.

We were life endless times just live you achieve.

 

Strike your heaven this soul bound to cosmos,

Never in completion the drums sound your mind.

Talking feelings come close listen, you are love.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII #ProgressivePoetry

The Watchers

Night love falls at your door giving light from your heart,  more we came from the skies falling comets of fire never ending revolutions in sound, quietness understand we are one the interstice, Don’t be blind without knowledge.