My Opus – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

My Opus – Original Poem

I know what’s it’s like to be forgotten
The invitation to God’s soiree lost in the mail
Used to having you by my side
A fleeting fantasy boxed up in the corner of my dark past
Now the mountains to comfort my wounded pride and hide the sunlight

One more chance to turnaround
A second chance to try again
This withering soul has life to give
A heart still beating, faintly in the distance

All those sleepless nights remembering the Summer we thought would never end
Fireworks over the harbor
Beach walks under the moonlight
I’d die for just one more kiss
Love letters I wrote each time you went away, never sent; never read

Do you need some time all alone, I asked
You smiled and said, “we all need some time on our own” as you walked further away
A distant shadow

Why impulses drive that soul?
What needs feed the thirst?

To discover the secret of the mountains
The path of the oceans
The hauntingly beautiful message in the wind
The word of the poets
The undiscovered lands of voyagers

I understood
I followed
I got lost

I see a clearing now
A path home

I prayed under those stars that someday I would find my way back to you
Soon
Soon
It will all be revealed

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The Pain is Over – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The obituary is but a solemn set of words for the living
For the subject is without pain, without existence; no more
A recollection of a time when life had meaning, until the end

No romanticism in the end
Just a final breath and it all resets to zero with the promise of an infinite home
A silly contraction to some
A golden calf of faith to others

Memories disappear in a digital wasteland
Pictures fade into the corners of attics
Videos are reserved for special days to reflect over wine and sorrow
A lifetime immortalized in footsteps from up above until the footsteps are no more

I am without pain now
You still hear me in your past
A few fleeting leaves dropping from the sky
A butterfly carrying my spirit
A poem about just you and I
A promise in a letter; one that could only be made by the youngest of hearts
A journey we hoped to share
A legacy…a pause

Winter has arrived in its cold and damp darkness
Try to hear me in the wind
A calming thought, I imagine, if my imagination endured

I want to see you shivering
To feel you once again
To assure you there is something
I do, I really do
Alone, you curl in the corner of the couch
Last flame flickering

When you read this, what do you remember of me?
What thought of us tortures your mind?
It is pleasant, romantic, sad, uplifting or simply safe?

Tell a story for yourself, or a new generation
Carry this on as long as you can
Soon your pain will be over

My pain is over
All that is left behind are millions of silent screams looking for answers

Love is Infinite – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Love is without definition
Defined by a set of unpredictable emotional impulse and actions

Infinity is without comprehension
No limits, no end, no direction, no comprehension of the valid understanding of logic

Love is infinite

Love knows no boundaries, but society is ripe with judgement
With blood-stained hands, they pass blame on the unholy
A struggle with no winners
No losers
No end
Countless bodies; immeasurable tears

Heaven and Earth
Don’t let it tear you apart
Stuck in the middle of an abyss of light and darkness

Prayers loaded with bullets
Roll models replaced by imaginary voices
The medication helps, sometimes

Angels high above the chapel ceilings mocking the demise
A civilization built on an original sin armed with weapons of carnal destruction
A tragic comedy written by the prophets armed with a fountain of ink

Violins replaced with drums
Swords with guns
Laughter with tears
Love with apathy

A sad tale we have woven
Trapped in a web of deceit and lies

Love is infinite
It is written in the stars; those cosmic storytellers in the sky
To the left, Aries
To the right, Pisces
In the middle millions and millions of unknown answers to a single question

All around, a wasteland of brown longing for green
Life spared for one more day, another year, another century
We pray to the golden dollar
Idolizing their every move
We are the puppets led on strings by the media puppeteers playing games with our hearts and minds

Led astray by one
Consequences of many

Love is infinite, dirty and betrayed
Innocent in the first light, corrupted with impending darkness

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Forbidden Fruit – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

By birth, we are guilty
The first breath begins the march to the infinite eternal domain
We are the forbidden fruit in the castle of the high ruler
A hierarchy of greed and power; lust and torture
A rite of the original sin
Powerless to the whips and chains that bind and inflict pain

Delve deeper with each passing day
More knowledge, more scars
Crippled by time
Walk a little slower; pierce the skin to stop the process
Cut out the sin running through the veins
Vanity fading

Freedom
A humorous passage
Flawed by the caustic flames of words
Betrayed by the empty wallet
Left to rot on the city streets

Forbidden fruit we are
Worms biting through the pores
Rotten to the core
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A beating seed without renewal for the first spring wind

Going on living within
Going on living within

Heated, cooled, rested for another night
Hibernate, rejoice, pray to end another fight
I don’t know, what I seek, is this real or is it right
For now, I’ll close my eyes and cleanse it all without my sight

I wish it were all a dream
This beautiful world just wasted away

The Difference – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The difference between a hell hole and shit hole is just a point of view
Every town tainted with broken dreams
Lonely roads keep my company
Every day closer to her face
These pockets empty except for the dust and the faded memories of the last fruitless road

A pill for the pain
A pill to just keep me sane

Love burns to the core
Raw and gutted

Under this blood red sky, I pray

All that is left is a picture from another day
Another time when you found comfort in my arms

Now this life is breaking me
Every day, I ask for another chance, but time plays a wicked guitar
Riffs so harsh, days so long
Like a soul singer alone on stage, I suffer for the art of survival

Here I am, half a world away and no direction on this pointless compass
The sun directly above
No tilt to the left, nor to the right
Still and burning for another victim

I think back to those that had faith in me
Those that believed
Shared a vision of something; a powerful meaning in these words
No genie
No magic lantern
No turning back
A blank page remains in this journal, but has the ink run dry?

On the side of this road I will rest this head
Flooded in thoughts
Too tired to think
With the taste of clay, I look to the mountains in the distance
Eyes heavy; darkness lurking

Tomorrow, oh tomorrow
Another day to continue

Meaning of Life – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The uncontrollable forces of humanity
Let the unpredictable take hold of your senses
To breathe on its own

A blink
Exposing the deepest roots of humanity and self-realization
Isn’t that it
Isn’t that what this ride is all about
Meaning

In the pits of the soul
The trenches of the mind
The depths of reality and imagination crashing in an explosive bang

Huh
That was something

Grounded once again
Level
Balanced
Serenity
Walk on water, taste the air, feel the force of wind

A power so much greater than I
It must be the sign I seek

A creator
A manifest destiny

Looking, looking, looking
Where is that big moment that answers all the questions?

Maybe it is in the beauty of a newborn
The soft touch of animal
The bit of wisdom from the elderly
The peaceful look of the rising sun
The stillness of the moonlight

Maybe I am looking too far
Like a traveler without a destination
A journeyman without a map

The home I seek lies on the steps I take
All around, it is all so familiar
This is the place
This is the time

Answers are near

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