Where Have All The Beautiful People Gone? – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Where have all the beautiful people gone?
The arms of the Lord have closed and the blood drips between the fingers
Oh, father
Oh, mother
We looked to your spirit for guidance; protection; salvation

Offered a world of plentiful bounty
Invited to a village of beauty
Led into the darkness of mischief
Masqueraded jesters laughing
Forced to dance with the devil on a floor of fire and disease

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

On that playground of love, I used to know, showered by raindrops of honey
It was a place wholesome and pure

Promises made by many
Realities kept by none

Innocent to invincibility
Forever, was our motto

Blessed by the sun
Cleansed by the ocean
Guided by the sprinkles of stars
Tickled by the wind
Hidden by the playfulness of darkness
Cuddled by the snowflakes
Nourished by the berries of a fertile land

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

Friends sworn by the union of a pinky
Pledges of eternal fortitude
My buddy, my soulmate, my everything

These were written in the fairy tales
The chapters of our childhood bible
Read to us every night by the safety of your voice
Words of kingdoms and princesses swept away to a land of happiness
Treasures we held close to the heart
Bonds never broken

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

War decided by a card flip
Fights ending when we rolled to the bottom of the hill
Arms raised for hugs
Daisies more powerful than bullets

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Slow Parade of Tears – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Life is a slow parade of tears
We are born with an illusion of invincibility
Trained to store emotion deep in the core of the heart
With a trigger, given the power to take life

Soaring like eagles
Perishing life fallen leaves

On the sidelines, we wait for our turn, looking back at the stream of tears
A wasteland of romance and heartache

A remember her, the girl that gave too much
I have vivid memories of him, a brother in arms
I hear the sound of a Mother crying as she let me go into a world of discovery
A father whose life lessons were set on the foundation of hard knocks

Each step more difficult than the last

I remember fondly, the first time I saw your eyes meet mine
With childish shyness, I turned away
I soon looked back to find you possessed all the power
I feel in love with you

In an instant, I saw our life together until the very last lullaby
It was a story of compassion
Chapters filled with greatness and empty pages of just our thoughts; our secrets

In the distance, the feel of her soft curves as the scorching water penetrated our pores and cleansed our bodies as they pressed close together

Tangled in a web of love vs ambition

Taking to the road alone, I only had the sun to warm my soul
Only her shadow remained as far off as the distant mountains

In the clouds, the smile of an angel
A wicked grin, with lips as red as fire
Outstretched arms further and further away

The rain of ideology burned by the reigns of immortality

A life led with passion scorches
It leaves scars so deep, yet unseen by the naked eye
Hidden truths sheltered in the words of journals
A childhood friend, imaginary in nature, threatened by the fierce winds of reality

This path is salty from years of fruitless tears watched off the shore into the abyss

The road is rocky now
The fog is blurring my vision

This life is truly a slow parade of tears
Tearful hello
Tearful goodbye

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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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