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Nicholas N Jun 2017
Adoringly applauding
Arrogant acrobatic aristocratic,
Bourgeois bad-boys.
Braving boredom and bills,
Caught controlling criminal
Circles like a circus.
Daring to do, and to deceive
Desperate damsels in distress,
Each accepting enemies.
Everyone explaining elements
From the final fights
Frought with frustration.

Getting groovy- grown old
Garnering glittering gold.
Holidaying in Getafé,
Holding onto hands of harlots,
Implying impotence and insolence,
Ignorant in their ilk.
Jovially joking,
Jesting about juvenile jealousies;
"I kissed Katie Kurtis"
Knowingly comments one kid.

Left to love and lose,
Like Caesar and his laurels,
Making music and malice,
Manifesting manic malpractices.
Natalie narrates,
"Not now, not ever".
Obvious obstacles avoided,
Objectifying objects that are obsolete.
Praying, pondering over pros,
False prophets photographed as they pose.

Qualifying quangos,
Quantitative quelling of queries,
Raising riots and runctions,
Realising regal and royal remedies,
Celebrating summer solstice,
Solitude is bliss.
Try tampering telephones
To transcribe threat of treason,
Unreal unilateral promises
Unwound by underlying urchins.
Vowing to voice very real values,
Vox pop video views.
Wearing water coloured wellingtons,
Wondering over wax cuneiform works.

Xylophone playing exemplary,
Xavier exists in the imaginary.
Yearly yearning for you,
You're yoked as Gonne with Yeats
(unequally)
Zeroing in on Ritz and Rubble,
Rubble the Zealots want to reign.
I wrote this as an exercise in rhyming and vocabulary use. It was fun
Nicholas N Aug 2017
"I've fallen in love,
And she's so beautiful I could die", he said.
"Her hair, it flows.
As much as a pixie cut can flow.
Her eyes, they glow.
As much as the gates of heaven can."
I told him to look away.
"Love is a child's game. Don't be a fool".
But he was a ****** fool,
And his heart was set upon her.
Finding,
Dining her.
After all,
She was a delicacy, and he had to eat.
I wrote this about my friend who fell for someone who was 100% wrong for him.
Nicholas N Aug 2017
"I've fallen in love,
And her philosophy is divine" he said.
"Her words, they cascade.
From her mouth- enchanting like surf on the sea.
Her views expressed with anguish and creativity."
I told him to run away.
"She's just well spoken, well versed".
But he only cursed me,
And his heart became hardened.
She had divided,
She had decided,
On his behalf.
He was a sacrifice, and she had to eat .
The long awaited sequel to Lovesong #1
Nicholas N Nov 2017
Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me,
I'm the focus of your erratic emotions.
Big birds and sharks circle below and above,
I'm your very own psychotropical ocean.

Goddesses weep that they'll never have me,
I'm the desire of all women and menfolk.
You're just a drop in my nicotine sea,
I'm your Revelator, forever and amen.
I open the book with seven tight seals,
Peter man's the gate to a white scale paradise.
A place for us who can heal the sick and lame,
You darling dear will know nothing  of this.

My eyes full of water I struggled to see,
The physical signs of repeated emotion.
They opened my skull so they could finally see,
The darkness inside that caused all the commotion.
Mother boiled water and she made me some tea,
The darkened swirls combined with the clear water.
She mixed it then with some sweet honey,
Made me promise you'd never be her daughter.

Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me,
I'm the focus of your erratic emotions.
Big birds and sharks circle below and above,
I'm your very own psychotropical ocean.
Written as if I myself were a psychoactive drug.
Nicholas N Jan 2018
(Hypnos- God of Sleep
Eros- God of Love
Nyx- Goddess of Night)

ME:
I closed my eyes
And met 3 strangers
Whose names I knew but,
Could not express.
They stood with grace and prowess,
Each one grander than the next.
They petitioned me to ask them,
Anything at all,
So I asked them about dreams,
Given to us by gods.

HYPNOS:
A weak internal monologue,
Lapsing into night.
They sleep and breathe
So slowly,
They sleep; and breathe so deep.

EROS:
Their dreams I clouded,
Tinged, with crimson haze.
They long for one another,
They long;
To find each other.

NYX:
The dream ends now!
As my darkness overwhelms.
They no longer need to think,
They drink;
As to forget.

ME:
Pretence keeps up my dreaming,
Innerspeaker of my thoughts,
Past tense reveals it all:
Groundskeeper
To my soul.

An arrow from your quivers
Surely would do the job,
Of a thousand
Quarts of liqour
Or novocaine, or god.

NYX:
When you see light
You will see clearly,
The truth of misery.
Though I know nothing of such light,
The darkness lives in me.

EROS:
Soon your day will come,
To feel as all the rest.
The burning fire of passion,
Bellowing wild,
A fire without smoke.

HYPNOS:
And now as you awake,
Arise! Dear sir, go forth,
Knowing of what you learned,
In this episode,
This dream.
Hum
Nicholas N Feb 2019
Hum
If your mind is open to the possibility
that the sun rises when you need it to,
Then everything will be alright.
Just close your eyes and count the sheep,
Dream, dream, carried in deep sleep-
Until you wake to sunlight.

The sound you hear; [pause]
is the chorus of 30,000 sunrises-
This is the average human life
but yours is more spectacular.
--
The humming in your ear
is the hosanna in the highest!
This is the cosmic heartbeat
of the universe and beyond.
The hyper awareness that comes with meditation
Nicholas N May 2017
Rain falls
on You and all your dolls,
and your screams
are whispers, in your dreams.
Tossing, and turning over,
void of love or lover.
Void of destination-
lacking the imagination
to spy with your little eye,
that very slight difference,
between good night
and goodbye.
Nicholas N Apr 2018
Amazing Grace
how sweet the sound.
Sugar water
for me to drown.
Sugar water,
A blessed sound!

The doctor says,
"This is not good".
But when it's your food
what should you do?
I'd sooner starve
than be without
that heavenly,
That sweet sweet sound.

The angel choirs
all sing aloud-
Their voices together
can move the clouds,
That hang over me
like deaths dark shroud.
They say God
is hard to please,
But all I need
is the sweet release.
That fruit first plucked
from the knowledge tree,
Pressed now into
liquid sweet.
Out of the eater came something to eat.
Out of the strong, something sweet.

Amazing Grace
how sweet the sound.
My pulse falls slow,
And hits the ground.
Nicholas N Mar 2018
A lonely man needs somebody to love,
But he's too brittle.
So broken that when he falls,
All the kings horses
and all the kings men,
Couldn't put him together again.

An angry man needs someone to confide in,
But he's to fickle
To choose a kind face.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
let down your long hair,
Please save him from despair.
fairytales are of comfort
Nicholas N Sep 2017
Skip,
The heart stops momentarily.
A moment's peace not to feel,
Not to breathe.
In that time
everything is right.
No worry,
No pain,
Nothing you do is in vain.

But,
The heart starts back up again.
Flooded veins surge back,
Full of emotions.
In that instance
the chaos ensues.
Why me,
What if,
Nothing stifles the itch.
Nicholas N Jul 2017
She turns to look at me.
Wide eyed,
Me- beguiled.
My anxiety begins to fade away into the unknown,
A desert,  sands,
Both together and alone.
Thinking to myself;
"How lonely,
How lovely".
Though many have heard, so few have seen.

The fairytales and stories,
The endless signs and warnings,
"Don't get too close" they say.
But I don't care,
I'm not even aware enough to care.
Isaac worked 14 years for Rebecca.
But I would work 14 and 7 more,
And 7 years again if my god so desired,
Just to catch a glimpse,
To witness.
The band Tinariwen have a song called Tenhert, which is tamsheq for "doe".
Nicholas N Jul 2017
The black shawl-like quality
Of the nothingness
Wraps itself around everything.
A constant emptiness
That makes all full.
Its veins run blue
And gold and scarlet
And every hue between,
It dies as it arises.

The nothingness embraces all,
Easily, it encases me.
In everything and anything.
And that which I lack
I supplement with hope.
A chain mail lie linked
With fragile expectations
Of love and other drugs,
Other falsifications.


This tapestry holds whispers,
Secrets and blueprints
To all of creation.
Globes of dying light
That crash in the dark.
But alas I can see
Its stars are not cross'd
For me [cue tears],
I fear my script is lost.

Perhaps when the dopamine
Corrodes and rots my brain,
My soul will take the reins.
Connected to the cosmos
It tells me everything,
But yea, it shows me nothing
Except tantalising flashes
Of what could be,
In its swirls of red and azure.
Nicholas N Feb 2018
Out of the corner of your eye
You spot the hesitancy.
That moments pause;
Brief
In an eternity.
And you wished you had looked away.

But-
it's too late now.
That curious eye you have,
The ability to see and feel,
(that which cannot be seen or felt)
They've let you down.
It would be better if you had been blinded,
(by the Sun, not illness).

"...if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee"
always trust your gut
Nicholas N Jul 2017
Holbein paints us together.

Fortune teller,
Truth ******,
gifted beyond his young age.

So;
let us listen to his forecasts
even if to do so is Folly.

What does the crystal ball see?

— The End —