Stay With Me Baby – Original Poem


Stay with me baby
Stay with me

I know I have been drunk behind the wheel of life one too many times

Too many times for forgiveness
Too many for redemption
No matter what words come out, they are crushed by the actions of self-inflicted wounds

I never meant to pull you into this tornado
With intense winds, I heard your screams
I tried to stop the path of destruction

From town to town, I settled for new faces and places; same mayhem

I swore this was different
I pleaded for a chance

With all the intensity of our passion, I couldn’t hold the grip
So slippery; so wet; the fall to far

You saw, in my eyes, the fight I have been battling
You ignored the red light and drove your heart into mine

Never knowing why, I accepted you on this runaway train
What a ride we had
Carnal intensity
A pain so good

Now I want to brake; To stop and be still for once
I ask you now, to believe that I am stopping the chase and now indulging the dream

It will only give sweet nectar and quench my thirst with you by my side
Look into the weakness of these eyes and accept my unspoken word

I need you to stay with me baby



My Wuthering Heights – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Heathcliff standing on the mountaintop; you are a ghost of my past
A dreamer from an Austen novel burned by the fire of reality
Handsome, rugged and pure
A wanderer in a sea of misfits; too wise for the commoners; to crass for the rich

I can’t get you out of my mind
I see that now
I was never meant to

You are my ideal madness
Can’t live with, misery without

The perfect storm

In that suit you are perfect.  A man with integrity masked in the rugged facial disguise

I will play your game, dance in your masquerade, fall victim to your passion

“Beware!” the tempests said as they danced a pirouette around my shadowy soul
They warned me of his whiles
In song, they chorused of his tempting kiss
They told me I would fall; further than the deepest abyss.

I listened, not! for I was stuck by the piercing of love

Now the shadow of Heathcliff reigns high above that mountain

In the distance, for only I to see.  You are still with me gentleman of the night.  Forever and ever


Fuck #Hashtag – Original Poem


Notice me. Feel me. Touch me.

This digital prison is cutting through my flesh, but I cannot bleed

Do you hear my cries as I shout into this megaphone drowned out by indifference?

I told you I wanted to die
I said goodbye
I posted darkness

My hints served as metaphors for this drowning soul

You didn’t listen to my silent pleas
You ignored passionate tears

Once, our friendship was confirmed
Once in action. Now a button

An acknowledgement of self worth
What was once a life dedicated by human connection is now ruled by numbers

Birthdays celebrated through a notification reminder
Deaths, a hashtag and emoji

What have we all become?
We fear artificial intelligence, but it’s great component is our truth

We lost the ability to feel
To penetrate the senses of another
The power to affect is lost in a jungle of digital garbage

Toys weigh more than lives
Success has a dollar sign

A cliche of madness hoping for a resurrection

Without this hashtag I can’t be found
I’m branded in a prison camp
Tagged to a life of anonymity

I can still cry alone between the sheets taking comfort in my isolation

This mirror remains my friend, my lover, my home