Apple Blossom

Soul afire with the tenderness of your tears soothing the pain we make It’s a wonderful world when you dance with sunbeams do not take the light away flowing to tomorrow yesterday lost to time as the world turns where we go

become woman apple blossom falls your path gently walked as spring rain drops fall together alone never to sadness fighting the mind demons of despair that fall to water soaked ground hope rises with your smile with shining clear eyes to look upon my misfortune

together we conquer on rocky ground that is the day we fly the skies wrapped in warmth over mountains of forever souls never taken from the stream of dreams trapped in oxygen flowing where we are one joined in the dance of life never ending even to the demise of flesh bound bones just to say I love you Is just words wishing upon the day souls can talk setting free open and clear.



© Nicholas Leslie 2014


Ribbons Untangled

Skipping stone on the waves of memory’s walking through the sunshine past behind empathy flowing like the river to the sea we will make it right as I see me rain clouds that hover like doom bring waters cleaning new life across pathways trodden


Now down to the river they care open arms seeking freedom through touch never to say goodbye stand up and take care we will never see there to climb trees upon mountains of tears from the sky I need you I need you now mind aches for the thought of never seeing you Its not the history for the good man who never speech that’s the therapy ribbons untangled In bright colour


Meeting In the moonlight the sound of distant thunder through the valleys of ice carved rock this time it’s real never ending circles of peace upon butterfly wings dreams are real so close we have love two souls entwined naked on the shore breaking waves to never let go of tenderest arise sun Earth glimmering morning light we have found the day.


© Nicholas Leslie 2014


Heat between you and me no angels sins melted oxygen

tearing at the fabric of life wonderful desire sleeping moments of time fear me

life is cruel passing equinox falling from universes of pointlessness this is no secret


in shadows at night love falls at your door ripping light from your heart no more

we came from the skies falling comets of fire never ending revolutions in sound quietness

understand we are one the interstice we are one blind without knowledge


the end of the world no sound come to me on the wind in the east we lost our way

length of zero parting the seven seas islands rise in the clouds no true predation

the days are long sun blazed lighting ways of true peace silence in sleep


a bed of doors camp fires blaze cold intoxicating darkness as moonlight shines your eyes

time to part clear blue skies in the mind of the fragile open roads roar don’t believe history

blind to sorrow slow the heart beat breathe a new around its axis of your very soul

open your eyes seasons overcome to the last movement of time we are at the true end my friend.



© Nicholas Leslie 2013



At the shoreline of the lonely tower that is the soft caress of emptiness eyes to the horizon changes in the mind the years pass to the never ending time that’s ceased we are the beautiful souls blessed upon earth dragons breath cleansed our minds upon the clouds of dreams weaved with rainbows as the rain falls giving life


hear me now chosen ones the drum beats to open the pathways of consciousness ripping evil away the peace is with you walk pathway of doors singing sirens in mindful reconstruction the body is heavy atoms in slow motion free your mind ancestors speak with you on there way flowing electrical impulse combined atmospheres the door opens see me there waiting for you


we are old friends hold me now take my heart my energy flowing impasse to hold love in your arms the years have passed by as we said goodbye the first time of spoken word universe turns joy of tears alone release negative we start again happening moments sparse reality giving new life combined the person cries breath open the movement to the never fading never to place in words the feelings real that make you.

© Nicholas Leslie 2013

Light Quantum

Thoughts grasped from nothing who are you child drawn between the light who are we but the blind inbound compulsion never seeing but beauty inner most feeling never to look upon shining light gaze the cross of the moon we bondage the respect set free from the darkest emptiness traveled from the life regret nothing i walk upon fires of dieing pulsars placed the mind from the sound watching through the windows of your castle walls the rejection of what is yours

reaching out i give you my hand feel the peace flow through the vessels of becoming your heaven do not deal take my heart the soul is free from your grasp understand do not give to sadness my light endless words fall to the deepest seas to bask in the shadow of wasted air all along feel this but question one day shall rise your belief worlds turn in no sequence the goddess will call you home

join in along paths the free will search no answer forever concluded to fulfillment of your very life you speak to me through distance i feel you calling me to set free what is you only you words ease connection bound dysfunctional of the mind there is no normality to the conclusion i wait for days of the day seeking your way from sadness from the lost feeling you held so tight let go find your way not alone we are united connections to the atom born of ideas sheared from the universe

let go this feeling i hear your heart beating we are only flesh and blood bound together in light quantum stand together stand high you are healing fall to the sleep of recovery into the mind nothing wrong but stands correction rest in my arms feel my love caress never to loose but lies of emptiness we are each other in the night the worlds revolve around each and everyone now hold your love and care.


© Nicholas Leslie 2013

Technicolour Raindrops

Technicolor raindrops shine the heart visions of feelings never to sorrow

Our hearts open to me and you raised from the depths of darkness to the light of day

Persephone my mind running away with my love we have this day


music angels song floats in your eyes of clear blue in love with you

once lost now we are found tomorrow is real today

stratosphere we fly searching no more we are here now


smiling would brake a billion hearts to mend then a sigh we are born

belonging to the circle of light and life we feel the love happiness dreams come true

children play today you are the future to light the way.



© Nicholas Leslie 2013

Injustice of Obscurity

To ever decreasing circles turned upon a fraction seeking love

missing the very part of my soul called no joy in the broken heart

stay another day from shadows of loneliness we can seek the dream


mistress of illusion bring salvation to me standing here broken pieces of mind

i watch you flower from nothing we will make it stronger all the way

no words to flow apprentice of vision take me now


feel the rage fear no evil be on the wings of freedom given life set it free

ride the clouds of fire powering your flag no reality soaring never to burn

open heart never quit your dream visions above the bounds of any realm


stepping out doors of nothing never to think a poet in motion whats my name

departing click click away with the words in motion whats the line stooping levels to faith

gripping insanity no colors in my flag bring it back mistress throned to the injustice of obscurity

your hair flowing the soft breeze voice of angels say no to confusion come to me in peace

  © Nicholas Leslie 2013  Injustice of Obscurity Poster

A thousand feet beneath

A thousand feet beneath


I see you from the edge of my cloud dancing with the chains that hold

a thousand feet beneath my tears falling


I see you, sharp blue eyes glazing from history

me missing your tender touch until the bell rings out to spread my wings

I will be your angel


taking away the years say no more to tears lifting high float the universe

united in love once more wrapped close, freedom cries our names.



© Nicholas Leslie 2013


The Memory Of Kerry O’Donnell

The Memory Of Kerry O’Donnell











We find ourselves with Kerry a bored a ferry from Ireland to the welsh port of Fishguard. Kerry twenty years of age muscular build sharp brown eyes to match his long brown hair. Looking rather weathered in his dark black coat along with his standard army issue steel toe cap boots quite usually a cheery chap but with troubles a plenty. It’s late in the month of October getting colder everyday and the ferry crossing is a rough one. Kerry walks the decks thinking to himself why did it come to this, You see the story started the previous Christmas it started the usual way all the family coming round presents and cheer It had been snowing in the eve and turned to a white Christmas day his brother and two sisters where playing in the snow out back and he went to join them building snowmen and snow forts for snowball fights and as always the girls won every round. Unknown to everyone it would be the last Christmas they would all spend together, It went the usual way presents in the morning then just waiting for dinner with all the trimmings you can not beat home cooking they all say. Time for photographs around the fireplace with a roaring log fire for the night they placed the camera on a tripod so they could all get in with a ten second delay that was just about achieved with a few laughs a happy time for everyone. That night Kerry’s father suffered a massive heart attack and passed away he was always the backbone of the family a proud man who had given forty years to the building trade.



He started out cleaning and sweeping floors and by the time he retired was head foreman for a major building company. So sadly the family drifted apart from here Kerry’s mother started suffering depression and fell into cycles of mental illness he did his best to support her through the rough times putting his own life on hold to see his two sisters and brother grow up in a way taking the place of his father as he was the eldest of the children. It’s very much a cold dark and rainy night, Kerry is slumped on the deck chair soaking wet the rain dripping off his green corduroy hat. His farther becoming a fast distant memory and at this thought Kerry’s muscles tense in his face as the tears start to fall for his father he stands and begins pacing five steps forward five steps back his whole body starting to seize with the cold, rain and wind what is at the end of this ferry crossing, no one to meet no one to see him safe just looking for a new life away from his demons who haunt his every step as his tears are hidden in the rain. When his farther passed on he promised he would take care of the family and being no work in the small village in Ireland seeks forth to the mainland for better prospects. So here we have Kerry twenty five pounds in his pocket two days of clothes in his backpack and four cheese and onion sandwiches, As he rummages for the sandwiches he finds a parcel from his mother and opens it he discovers his fathers note book worn brown leather bound with a green ribbon. As Kerry reads a new light falls on his fathers past, The similarities are uncanny his farther passed away when he was fourteen John, Kerry’s father took the same ferry to the mainland but John did not find any work so enlisted in the navy ending up on H.M.S Belfast just before world war two broke out.




Kerry reads on in the shelter of the ferry café having queued twenty minutes for a less then hot coffee he was greatly annoyed and grimaced at every mouthful. So he reads how his father escorted merchant ships across the Atlantic always on the lookout for U boats, A picture falls out a photograph of the crew rescuing a sailing ship that had capsized a memory never told as John was not particularly proud of his service in the war. Kerry reads on in the dim light of the battered ferry, The year nineteen forty three a merchant ship was just hit by a torpedo and was ablaze lighting up the night sky H.M.S Belfast pulls up along side to rescue the survivors John writes how he witnessed charcoaled body’s on the decks some still afire and screaming men running towards him in desperation. What he seen will never leave him there were only five men out of twenty five rescued and it would take years for John to forget the smell of the body’s. Then the hunt was on for the U Boat depth charges were sent over the side in the trail of the torpedo that was seen and it’s not long till oil and debris is floating by as the U boat was hit. Kerry reading this with some disbelief finds a new admiration for his departed father to say Kerry thinking to himself if my farther can survive like this he should not worry and a peace falls upon Kerry the tears no more. Something catches Kerry’s eye glancing up from reading the journal in the dim light two bright hazel eyes meet him, a woman with flowing red hair, She says, hello there. Kerry is transfixed on these beautiful eyes staring back at him. She says my name is Louise what’s yours. Kerry chokes slightly he had never seen an angel but I have now he thinks to himself, What brings you a bored this ferry Kerry asks. Louise replies, Down on my luck looking for work on the mainland.




Same here were two peas in a pod so to say, A light smile his answer maybe we could team up Kerry splutters out, Louise now with a wide grin, she replies maybe, I have been watching you as you seem engrossed in that journal, you wish to share with me. Kerry, It’s my fathers memory’s and some nightmares he lived with for years without telling anyone. The dim light begins to flicker they both glance out of the window a faint light through the rain clouds moving away the sun is coming up on the new day. Louise, I think we could have something special me and you Kerry, we will be docking soon and a start of a new life. Kerry one day at a time we should take this, we will be a good team you are the most beautiful angel I have ever seen. Louise slightly laughs looks Kerry in the eye and says, Love at first sight is never easy we take things steady and everything will work out. The both of them huddle in the corner of the café away from everything the past let go, looking forward to a new life as coincidence brings them together we were never born to walk this life alone.




 This night will never fade as two lovers find each other and take chances for only the brave. The tannoy crackles into life “we will be docking at Fishguard in roughly thirty minutes we hope you have had a pleasant journey and will travel with us again”. Lets go out to the deck, Kerry leads Louise out a cold wind sharp and brisk but the rain has stopped and the sun is rising as to promise a warm day. Kerry I can see land not long now as he points out to the hazy horizon, Louise take my hand, they become closer Kerry faces Louise with a slight smile kiss me he says. A full embrace like holding on to life they kiss for the first time. A overwhelming air of contentment surrounds them as a ray of light dances over them across the open waters as time slips away into the moment of love. Kerry, were docking do you have any plans Louise, Yes was going to make my way to Cardiff I have friends at university there, They have a shared house close to town. A smile from Kerry, I tag along then. Louise’s eyes light up and kisses Kerry’s cheek, Yes of course silly but we both need to find work and pay our way. So here we find ourselves a chance meeting of fate maybe Karma correcting the downs as they say you can not appreciate what you have if you have never been without. The ferry docking at Fishguard in the bright sunshine of a crisp autumn day the sky a bright with golden glare of a new sun, the bows of the ship opened and the gang planks lowered as we see two new young lovers take there first steps into a new life of optimism knowing there life will be difficult but brave enough to take chances this ferry crossing will never be forgotten.






To Be Continued…………

© Nicholas Leslie 2012

Quit It

Quit It

On the doorstep entering the outside world, The air is chilly the sky is overcast with drizzly rain. Nervous tension and apprehension, time for a cigarette coffee is calling a new day in class, teenage memory’s. Just an average lad a few close friends awareness of surrounding not very specific the tree’s had lost there leaves and the playing fields turning into mud baths. My friend comes around the corner in his brown duffel coat here Nic try one of these, as he hands me a cigarette “Try it” he say’s. Not to sure but light it up anyway and almost instantly was enjoyable but this was the start of a twenty five year addiction to cigarettes and to a social smoking outcast. So if your reading this what ever your age don’t start smoking or quit as soon as possible. It’s not cool but a deadly habit that could cause you an early grave.


© Nicholas Clarke 2012