My Endless Love – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Rock a bye baby

Rock a bye off to sleep you go

My beautiful wreck

Brushing my fingers through your hair, it is all so familiar as the nightmares rage on

Your demons chase you to the edge of sanity straight into the glass

Shattered with perfect edges, they cut through my soul

Under the light of a rainbow and cleansed by the rain you swam deep into the great unknown waters of life

Led by confused clarity, you sought escape

As your body disappeared toward the end of that rainbow, I felt you closer than ever before

High atop the balcony I stood gazing away as the world disappeared leaving a painting of the ocean and your silhouette

Tomorrow you will wake and we will create the dream for one more day

Stay tonight for tomorrow you are gone

Far away under the same sky we will dream together

It is a surreal novelette we have written

From the simple gestures to the mountainous climbs

It is a story that began in the roaring 20’s and will last throughout time

Rock a bye baby

Rest your weary eyes

As you drift away into another place, remember you are my endless love

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Words – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Letter writing is an art form

As ancient as the words of Socrates and intimate as the moment Eden’s apple rendered its power on the end of humanity

The words flowing from the heart of the pen
A declaration of yearning unleashing vulnerability

Words can destroy civilizations; find love in darkness; hope in tragedy
Words have the power to heal
They inform the ignorant of tolerance
Bless the weak and indulge our senses

I can smell your feelings with each new letter I receive
They are reminders of what we share
Helping me breathe as we are slowly suffocating from the toxins

In is true simplicity, words open the gates of imagination; a flood of wonder

They take us to the infinite depths of space
The deepest waters of the ocean
The highest mountain tops of the world

As I write, I smile at the evolution of thought
It is a beautiful rainbow inside my mind

Now, I let go of my words
I give them to you to hold, cherish and value

The Love We Almost Had – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Remembering the best thing that never happened
Remembering fondly, the sweet sadness of an almost intimate coupling played out in the lyrics of a song of yesteryear

It was an affair of the heart in a time when we let ourselves be vulnerable to the pain of love

Like the final act of Flaubert, we look back and smile

Two star crossed lovers with a backstory unrealized
Like the pages of a great novel, we will always have our story.  Filled with pages of romantic and the complexity of crossroads

You, the sexy vixen I desired
Me, the troubled teen with dreams of an ideology lost in the tornado of life

On the steps of our childhood, we toast the decisions made and unmade

I still love you every day
With every other breath, a thought of you

It is comforting this world we never shared

There is something special about the anticipation, still strong after all these years
The chill of the unknown

Like words unwritten on the perfect sheet of paper
Untainted.

We lived the perfect relationship without the risk of an end

As we look into our glasses and see the reflection of an abyss, it is all so clear
To my love, my muse, my hope, my fear, remember us

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Stay With Me Baby – Original Poem

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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

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My Wuthering Heights – Original Poem

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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

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Depression, my friend – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Through the words of Vedder and Cohen a melancholy journey follows in this endless pursuit of solitary confinement

Depression, my friend

Like the warm embrace of these straps and padded walls, you never leave my side
Faithful, obedient, piercing

Even in beauty, I am ugly in your eyes
A failure destined for eternal void

With the temper of a band of ravens you stare through the emptiness in my eyes

Tired
Pathetic

I hear Buckley screaming “Hallelujah” as he floats upstream
A leader falls in the blood of his dream

Darkness is the only happiness
Without sight, everything is so clear
Picture it, perfect clarity
A diamond in the violent cloud of coal

Intellect dulls the knives and feeds rationality
Yet, is life rational with chaos all around?

Sometimes it is hard to hate when hate is so easy

Once again, I lay alone questioning an existence written in a book without answers

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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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