Life: ON – Original Poem


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

Life captured
Life free


What a Ride – Original Poem


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


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

Truth – Original Poem

hand1Truth has no cost
No oppressors; no accusers
It is not bound by law nor governed by principles of acceptance
It is free of judgement

Truth: a wicked play on words
Often misunderstood and feared
It lives to be free, but hides from most

I have found truth
I have been hypnotized by love
I have experienced the idealism of a life complete

Caged by societies book of notions, rules and behaviors
Words twisted into law
Freedoms handcuffed to the fence of resistance

I have found truth
It shines in the stars
Echoes at the speed of light in moments of wonder

In the moments that touch us with the vigor of a rolling train
They move mountains; silence screams
In these moments time stops long enough for us to reflect on the importance

pic2Truth is in the education of nature
The emotional strain of mistakes made
Adorned by the gift of a heartbeat
Why do we wait for it to seize?

I have found truth
For all others, I am sorry

Metaphysical Journey – Original Poem

meta1It’s a metaphysical journey of impulse

A light glimmering through and optical lens of wonder

Blink once; uncover the light
Blink twice; the piercing of the skin
Taste the blood of life
Dripping off your tongue and nose diving in a gravitational roller coaster to feed the roots of new existence

The molecular structure of a flower bud coddled by the open arms of the sun

Continuing now

Stepping through the morsels of sand and looking back to see the history formed
A journey forward; a lesson back
The quest continues quenching a thirst and fueling a pursuit of the appetite of knowledge

Racing to the spherical ball of toxic flames
One step ahead, always
Run faster; dig deeper in the trenches of a great unknown

Closer look

met2The cowardly yellow ball is turning orange as millions of angelic flickering bodies chase it to the abyss of darkness

These heavenly bodies dance on the sound stage of the universe
A light show, naked and exposed, with an audience a million light years away

A day has come and gone in this metaphysical journey

The optical lens grows heavy
Fade to darkness; dream of the light


What if – Original Poem

regret1What if we suspended the normal path of life’s train and set it off course?
What if every regret was a sign of a better tomorrow
What if her death taught me to love

In an instant
A crash louder than a sonic boom changed everything
In an unforeseeable act of tragedy, a life is stripped
The living remain; naked
Beating hearts still
Unanswered questions blowing in the wind

What if the story of my life is only a preamble to something much larger than my self; this place; this existence

Hidden behind a secret identify
Up front; masked in insecurity
Secure behind the mask

What if love only exists for the few
The pure

I have sinned
I admit that
I have lived a life of fault
Slightly broken and imperfect

regret2Each day I awake, I promise myself I will break the chain and move forward
Only to repeat once again
Over and over I cry
Wanting more
Yearning for someone to hear these screams

What if they all had a purpose to protect me; to guide to
They walked away, but never disappeared.
Resting comfortably in my mind

What if I follow that light now?

Masquerade – Original Poem

Life is a masquerade
Each year, new layers added, hiding the gross skin of imagination and fearlessness
Once filled with love; swallowed by the concrete shell of maturity

The ball is endless at birth
A soiree of gowns and suits dancing below the glow of the chandelier
Weary and tired, the crowd grows sparse
Faces no longer recognizable

Endless moments of infinite flux colliding in a million explosions
No pain seen through the darkness of the mask
A masquerade; enchanted and wrought with elegant mystery

Blackness shades the pupils
No tears to wipe away the layers of makeup covering the Lord’s sculpture
Penetrable no more
Zombies now

We answer to no one and everyone
We fear a voice
We listen for our call

The music dims with the light
A masquerade once now a funeral of lost spirits

To seize the moment when dreams are an extension of reality
To ride this wave of perfection when fear is power and risk becomes legend

It once was a time when hopes and spiritual enlightenment was all we knew
Paints, words, pictures were the canvas of our hearts

Now a masquerade
Disguised from a world we once knew

Behind this mask, the truth is revealed
A body that houses love
A face that shines