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Nico Julleza Oct 2017
The grass was clear in the moist of the ruins moat
Twas dawn and all this hike, not even a city I could sight
The plains were sheer as the white satin coat I've seen

Clash, a clustering view from mountains down to hills
Shaking knees as I rise to pick up my bed of sheets
Then the breeze swept as I shivered to its grasping chills

Distant peeks; unbridled stallions are troubled free
The sunray spots the verge and brightens the darkest end
At lost in the moment, a nature's sage of imagery blends

A brown wren swiftly glides upon to rest at my tent
In the midst of the day like rain in June and blooms of May
Swans, Geese and white petals dancing to a bluish bay

Solitary to be, but with the rivers overflowing symphonies
We'd sing hymns to delight in an afternoon galore
A steadfast rhythm clinging as I walk with God alone

Euphoric army of billows cascading, a purple-orange scene
As I idle in the view of fields depicting a justful liberty
To smile and remember someone cared with all is please

Singing crickets and fireflies we're all a friend of mine
At eve I rolled endlessly, frolicking at the midnight meadow
Casting joys and crowns as the moon beams a silver line

To the hinterlands, life's a breeze and everybody twas at ease
An escapade I was wanting to get lost from life's reality
Meeting pauper's, gazing wonders, then we'd all fall asleep
#The #Hinterlands #God #Nature #Man

Sometimes I just wanna get lost in this place...

An Imagery of a New day cycling from Dawn, Mid-Day, Afternoon, Evening and Lastly Midnight..

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Nico Julleza Sep 2017
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In a world of turmoil’s
people in strife
black and gray, a syzygy
warring here and there
striking each other's knife
love one's left
friends flog then fade
yoking, the loneliness came
broken, it's even hard enough
—to fathom or wade
On a cliff
some of us wish to fall
like ecstasy to forget
to mark nothing from all
a road was gifted
and ways of life would recall
in the verge I might lose
so, a verdict, my heart had chosen
to live rather than to die
I would go
to tread a path, a great unknown
long long journey still I would go
a grasp of hope I'll forever hold
as I walk all alone
#Walk #Journey #Faith #Road #Love

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Nico Julleza Dec 2017
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Grasping her every arm,
In unowned mittens and scarf.
Tattered, the eyes red as Mars.
Though all she can do—
Is gaze to peoples jewel afar,
And wonder in optimum.
The best possible way to omit;
A lifelong scar of tantrum.

An infinite tribulation mimics.
Mediocrity sneaks to pry.
Uncanny euphoric figments,
Biding the year-end tide.
To lay undone ashes of shame.
She mourns a winterscry.
Putting off the endless dolor,
Till death ends that butterfly.
#Winterscry #Sorrow #Suffering #Alone #Broken

This poem was inspired to the novel Le Miserable the story of Fantine. How the society can be hopeless for you, mistreated, abandoned, broke.
But I pray this would only be a narrative of poetry to us and would never become one's Life story.
Have A Dream and Fulfill it. God bless you poets.

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Nico Julleza May 2018
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A soul welcoming spring,
the heart of autumn.
Gentle leaves flailing, A scene of pictures falling.
Rapture of one's old past,
but rain was out of site.
The roads were a barren land, as birds did not sing.
As days were meek of the night,
though I was aware:
My seeking heart desires, seasons through the eyes.
Sweeping a material dream,
fading out of sight.

Till it came to life,
suspending what bridled me.
And everything changed, a future beyond the wall.
Luminous summer:
vigor upon meadow fields.
Her daffodils blooming, heat of the breeze within.
Written on the wind,
the scarlet tied between our lines.
Transcending all is well, an image of a childlike faith.
My ought to trust and wait,
for now, I'm brave enough to tell.
#Love #Wind #Dream #ThePossibilities

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Nico Julleza Jul 2017
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Caribbean blue sail's a galaxy
rivers gushing, mumbling for an eternity
reflections of Love forms to thee

Suddenly silence adumbrate
aesthete, A lustful tint of Peruvian trees
petrichor whiffs of earth's virginity

A syzygy that I can't apprehend
but, can fully appreciate its denouement
rebirth of once I fell in love been

Listen to its sotto voce ruffling
preterlabent streams, resplendent hymns
humming grasses cues to sing

Upon the mountain tops hidden
rocks of geos sighting a treasure within
only to discover lore’s of forbidden

Cascading trees whispered a cold
a journey I never knew how to go as told
trap between floras along the road

Propinquity of my eyes closing thin
soul reserved for death, till breath hops in
trodden a land ****** for me to begin

A minstrel with hands like marbles
strung a fiddle of tessellated symphonies
open wonders the eyes never seen

A bouquet of amaranth revealed
the longing heart found someone of new
sighs my feelings and away I strew
#Love #Wonders #Colors # Nature

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Nico Julleza Aug 2017
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My tears are frozen
and my heart can't be mend
but all I want you to know
that If you ever came back to me
every flower will bend

Yet it’s impossible
a mind unphotographable
on how you trod me through
only my ghost away from my body
can unite two into one

"I Will Return"

But you never did
till the day I lost hopes
and my life slip though the least
it isn't what has used to be
a love so tragic, a love ended like this
#Love #Heartbreak #Promises  Frozen #Heart

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