Profound – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I miss your footprints in the sand
I still feel the pain
It is meant to be felt and hidden in the darkness of the soul

I look to the clouds to sing me a lullaby
I sink to the deeper blue waters
Let go
Concrete pull of gravity as the sun fades from view

Now I awake

Time divided now

What was; what will be; what almost was

A translucent image plagued by colors painted by dreamers framed into this box of life

A profound moment
Rested on the pillars of memories
Look, a picture of a smile I used to know with you by my side

Color
Black and white
Kaleidoscope

So much confusion, it is all clear

A world of darkness and light and I am floating in grey

Often poetic
Rarely so free
To be in a world so open, inhabited by walls
A contradictory storyline without an ending

Missing is so finite
As we return to sand, missing becomes a void blackness

How profound

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On The Road of Life – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

There is nowhere to go but everywhere
Like a dream on the road where the mountains weep and the flowers bloom.
A place with boundary; limitless

Sliding down the rainbow of possibility into the ocean blue
Swimming toward the sun splashing me with its warmth until I can kiss the sand and be tickled by the grace of Earth free and open

A dreamer with a home between the clouds and grass

A verse for every step through this great land
A story with every heartbeat
Adventures born from fairy tales and raised by the imagination

I am born to a vision of wonder
Scared by darkness; excited for the light

Raised on the love of the road
A wanderer guided by the sky so blue

So, endless
So, euphoric

This is the love I know
It is here, it is everywhere

It is in the comfort of a stranger’s words
The safety of the countless stars
It lies within all of us

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It is now

The Poignancy of Life – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The poignancy of life is a profound and delicate flower
It blossoms so infrequently in the most ideal conditions
With a sprinkle of love
A dash to compassion
A flurry of honesty
A nurturing of sunlight

It is born inside all of us
Nestled in its womb

A heartbeat away from exploding on a journey through the universe

First stop, purpose
It’s a confusing place
So many wandering, looking, not sure what it is they seek

This stop is crowded
Not for the weak or timid
It is honored in is irreverence for goodness
All creatures unite

Next stop, knowledge
Knowledge is offered with a price
Some will tease it with gold and jewels
Others offer a quiet place on the hill void of pressure

This stop is filled with all the scents of Mother Earth
From here, one direction turns to many.
Some seek explanation, others continue on

Next stop, understanding
It all serves a better good

This means could end
We have become the protectors
Now nurtured, we are free to see our place

The stops become fewer
Distances longer
Weariness sets in

Next stop, Reflection one mile
Slow, ease in and step into the house of mirrors
No directions
No depth
Only self-awareness

Each line on your face, a story
All those you have left behind smile behind you

Drawn in, you don’t want to leave
There is comfort in these memories
A fragile stability to all of this

Time has another plan
We must move on

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A Poem in Progress – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I remain a poem in progress
A human erred by creation with a promise to share
A message of life

I promise a life of fulfillment
I promise to chase life
I promise to paint the darkness with color
I promise to touch you with the warmth of my words
I promise never to hide in the web of uncertainty

Break the silence

The appropriate suicide of civilization is a miswritten commandment of a golden calf
Misguided by the temptation of failure

Erase the playbook
Clean the slate
Shower it with a rainbow of comfort
Scream, dance and splash passionate energy

Worn out, I rest in a bed of apathy surrounded by petals of intellect

Yellow friendships
White peace
Red love
Orange hope

This soul is kind
This soul is purposed
This soul gives

I had a dream
So comforting, it took hold of all the goodness in my heart
Family, friends, and a union so strong

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Observing past, present and future
All the importance in my life in one circle

It was my eternal greeting card
This is your life it read
Do not survive; thrive

I woke seeing through the eyes of a newborn, but present with a touch of grey

I promise to be in celebration

Life: ON – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Systems down
Power failure
Technology, a mockery of science slaughtering love in hoards
We mourn the death of humanity

Life: ON

I stand in the shower motionless
Steaming water piercing my back
I close my eyes

With the power of a pack of horses moving mountains, I force my eyes deeper closing the gate between conscious and sub-conscious
Void of light
With this blanket of darkness, I’ll cover you

Transcending to the unknown
Water striking like a thousand kisses all over my skin

A deep beautiful melancholy plays throughout my soul

Soon, the fiery stream of water turns to a flurry of cold snow

My tears wash away with the receding tide

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time

Existence is now mocked by the past; teased by the future

Goodbye disappears into the night

Hello
Life captured
Life free

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What a Ride – Original Poem

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What a ride

Sound the sirens, full speed ahead
Welcome to this joyride

I am grateful; I am pained; I am blissful; I am shamed; I am hopeful; I am lost
I am here

From a sheltered womb without awareness to a world without end
No walls to block possibility
No barriers to hold me down

This life is a psychedelic roller coaster fueled by the blood of a higher force
Tickled by the rain; soothed by the snow; warmed by the sun; guarded by the darkness; caressed by the fallen leaf

What a ride

No instructions
No seat belt
No defined stop

Dismissing the notion of a “circle of a life”
There is no circle
Without conclusion, there can be no end
Break the circle and float away

What a ride

Sliding down the rainbow into a pot of sunflowers
Singing with the orchestra of birds
Bathing in the ocean bath

With these hands, I touch my heart
With this mouth, I breathe life
With this mind I absorb knowledge

What a ride

A panoramic merry-go-round of wonder
Hello Mother; Hello Father
Hello future love
Hello past mistakes; I know I will see you again

My whispers but a minor earthquake in this endless playground
It is so beautiful; so magical; so serene

What a ride
Sing me a lullaby

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I Need A Place to Hide Away – Original Poem

hide1I need a place to hide away
A solitary escape to call my own

Through the desert heat, rising waves and the highest mountain peaks
Battling the demons laughing along the way

I need a place to hide away, but I should first explain

I offered my heart in hopes you would find happiness

We are born into a world flawed by an ideology of innocence
An apple tainted by the first breath

Still I fought for redemption
To complete a great unknown and find a happiness never clarified in the handbook of life

I struggled, swatting away the gifts raining upon me not realizing the happiness I wanted for you was all in a single touch
The power of a shared journey was right before my eyes

The legacy is not in a trophy case or a plaque, but the memories that carry on

I pushed forward and now I know, I should have just shared in the blessing of the moments with you

escapeNow I need a place to hide away

To reflect; to seek a rebirth
In this place I will build a womb, nurture my wounded soul and cleanse my mind to the point where I first got lost

Now I have explained
Now I need a place to hide away