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

61067f7f2f084c4ac18a8852cbf21aadI could fly, but stayed grounded by gravity
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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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

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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

What is your journey? – A Testimony to Life

“A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.”
-James Allen

We all have a journey.

Some have a bucket list, some a mission and others are just content being ignorant assholes that are so narrow-minded by prejudice and stereotype that they contribute to the hatred in our society.

Throughout this journey of life, we will all get lost. Each day is a path of twists and turns, corners of darkness and visions of light. If a day did not go by where we thought for a brief moment, an end would simply and shorten the madness we love and hate so much we would not be human. In the end, the journey is about something. It is a quest for moral right and a rendezvous with destiny.

It all works out though.

Some have a short journey while others are long and full of evolutionary change.

Life is never about you!

We all find what we are looking for and in the end, it is never about us. Think about it. Is it about your daughter who looks at you each morning with her baby blue eyes and smiles at the sight of your morning glow? Is it your partner for life who you sacrificed your soul to spend every breathing day of your life with? Is in your mother and father who led by example and shaped you into the person you are? Is it the refugee camp that is suffering from death and disease that you have dedicated yourself to saving? Is it your true love who soul was brought to you in an act of fate? Is it the music and lyrics that touch millions of lives and turn a lost soul away from the bridge to live one more day?

We are here with purpose.
We are given the gift of breath.

What fascinates my mental being is how some of us choose to get lost in the sea of uncertainty. All too often we guess and second guess our own purpose in life without accepting that we are fulfilling it through our passions, our actions, our unselfish hand and ultimately the lives we help bring meaning to.

We are all granted the ability to be angels on earth with a chance to hold out our hand and offer shelter to those in need.

I love that we all have gifts and talents. Some is through song, some strength, some compassion but at the end of the day, the gifts we use are not for us, not for self-fulfillment or any personal pleasure. They are for the stranger in the street, the homeless child, the girl with the broken heart, the sick friend.

Find your purpose and share it.

It’s all about love

How amazing is a life where we have this much power to help others. No matter what our talent, no matter what we say or do it is all guided by one common force that brings us all together; love.

Love is and will always be the answer to life’s unanswered questions. No matter which direction we go, love is all around us.

How can you not wake up each morning and smile with that thought dancing in your head.

I know I can’t.