Scattered

Orator No Words

Storming truth in ways to the flowing shores in justice illumination touch me touch my scarred skin aged in wars of hell, just like it should crave my soul orator bones to fall to Earth, we impact history every step be my woman wrapped within my wings born to the light within sight, our sin’s flow waters unseen cosmos calls our eyes we are together now genuine heartfelt wishes of love no destruction where’s compassion.

God Is calling waves ripples on our body’s traversing ice clawed mountains centre collide crashing storms to humanity death becomes collected I say never upon love lie hurt me never take the hands of peace.

Compacted neurons compacted time our mind open your eyes seeker disambiguate remove uncertainty show you love place hate to the ground troubles help others to help yourself compact fear place to the fire,wake up call me to your shores.

© Nicolás Leas-Celyn MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented Exclusive to Makers Place Artwork, Scattered