Nemesis Staring in the Mirror – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

I look in the mirror and see my nemesis
An enemy sleeping in my own bed
Mad Hatter laughing in the distance as he hops away to another game of chance

This body is aching in corruption
Nerve pain tingling throughout
Anguish stirring the next cocktail

You played the game a little too long
Stayed on the field when the rains set in
Dampened by a feeling of invincibility
Alone in the darkness
Teased by the momentary illumination of lightning

A natural in his day
Glowing radiance
Confident as the Man of Steel
With a smile, they fawned
A playful laugh, a gentle whisper is all it took

The slugger was up to the plate
The look, the wind up, the pitch
Home run
Just another home run
That is all it took
With a long thick stick aimed for the heavens, the King reigned on

Now the nemesis just looks at me
No emotion, but a stare of deep satisfaction
The battle is wearing down
Weapons lay to rest on the charred war torn fields of grey

The smell of disappointment is manifested from a cologne of disappointment, loneliness and fatigue

“Have you won?” I ask in my soft voice
No answer, just the energy of two playing tug of war
I’m being pulled in
Further to the other side
Further away from my rented time

I do nothing more than grin and wait


It’s Gonna Take Time – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

I know it’s gonna take us some time to get over the pain
It’s gonna take time to realize we just aren’t the same

In a world where yesterday mattered so much, we are stuck in the reality of tomorrow
With the change of seasons, the winter is a little colder without the warmth of your body laying by my side

I never asked you to hold back your love
I just feared it was not enough this time

I met you halfway, but the wind blew us apart
Further and further away until the passing sun darkened my vision and you were no longer year
Only an ocean away, but worlds between

I look back fondly on that first enchanted moment our eyes locked
We met on nature’s field and danced to the sound of the birds
Two spirits alive with the tingle of love
Bitten by the bug

I kinda liked you, you kinda liked me too
It was mysterious and awkward
Strange and exciting

A silly little crush
A deeper lifetime feeling

Still together in this dream I keep living every night
It pulls us to a place meant for you and I
Always safe

Our own private paradise keeping us together forever
So close
So close, but maybe a little too far away

I just want to be home with you
To stare away life with just the magic in your eyes

Madness – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Sing me to sleep
Sent me to sleep
Close my eyes and the darkness guides my dreamlike journey

Hold me tonight
Turn down the light
I won’t be alone with you in my sight

This silence is so soothing; so familiar
I feel your heart next to mine
Like stones falling from the mountain
A free fall of structured beats

A murmur

Slow the mechanism
Breathe in the missing air suffocating from the inside out

This tightrope is thin, so high above the Earth
The clouds will protect me from gravity
Don’t look down
Fight off the future
It is a silly promise told through the eyes of a wrinkled golden calf
This circus act seems so meaningless now
Looking at all those empty seats, I see I am playing the violin with no strings

Silly puppet I am
Strings dangling off my shoulders
My master, nowhere to be seen, yet controlling my every move
Free will laughs uncontrollably
Fate is a puppet master with no plan
A game where we all face the same end
Do not pass go, not just yet.
Hold off a little longer
There is plenty of time once you make that final roll of the dice

Plenty of time
Nothing but time
Time is all existence of non-existence
Who am I to judge
The blameless are the guilty
Join me in this white box

Balance the insanity
Mute the profanity

Sing me to sleep
The voices are too loud now

Red – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Red as the rising sun
Red as the setting sky over a bed of ocean waves

With purpose, you propel through the sky in search of a deeper meaning hidden deep in the flower bed of sunflowers along the prairie of time

Hair a golden shade of red

Like love, the color bleeds with passion
Heart racing for the finish line
An endless circle heckled with speed bumps

A freckle you
A freckle for me
A warm summer breeze to cool this exhausting heat

Tortured by perfection
A disease that shows no symptoms

Tormented by the past
One more dance
One more word
One more hug
One more chance

A tragic comedy scripted for you
Cue the audience

Red as the deep rich paints of a thick artist canvas
Red smiling lips of a princess
Red like the laughter of a clown

Color blind, a wish for some
Vivid rainbow as only you can see

On a bed of roses, you lay
Red, but of course
A dream for the romantic inside
Showered in wine and chocolate

Waiting for no one
Empowered by your strength
A woman of wonder

A humble calling
A blessed life

Red rain falling now
Refreshing and safe
A sign?
A new beginning?
A shower of hope?

A cool reminder of a woman known to many as a force of healing
But one we call red

Hidden in the Valley – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

The beauty of the mind
Isolation of the snow
Cold silent flakes massage the air with sensuality

In the valley, I will hide
Alone under the stars; the city, a lifetime away

No lights to blind this ambition
No demons to torment the souls of broken dreams
Vaporized noise like a pure shot of nicotine

One eye blind
Two eye blind
Third eye, a clear vision

Insight rising to the crest of the moon
A falling star; a wish; a thought recited to an audience of one

In the valley, I will mate with the land
Shower her with love and rest on her belly

She is patience and so wise
She is gentle to the touch; firm to support

No hurry to begin the climb
It is not redemption I seek
No purpose; to end game
My value lies under the trees, tickled by the falling leaves

The cleanliness of the dirt as pure as the white satin of the clouds
A rescue from the contaminated concrete jungle

Smell her blossoming flowers
This is life’s blessing
A joy, a hymn, a choir of millions

The snow is layered its innocence all around
A white sparkle to shelter me in this valley
Here, I will hide

Danced Until the Night Turned Black – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

We danced until the evening turned black
Deep in the distance of your eyes, I can see my home

All these strange places, now so familiar
Under the moonlight, we will walk
By the beach lay; ocean tickling our toes

Oh, what a magical tale woven in this confusing ball of yarn called life
Memories of old about a time so young buried in a time capsule
Before you, I found salvation hidden deep in the dirt
Holding on
Just, holding on

Now the shovel is laid to rest
The future is flying above the clouds with you
It may be a dream we are leading with the wind in our hair, the freedom of space and time lifting us
Magic dust sprinkled across your chin
You are the angel in the Sistine Chapel with no roof to hold you back
The princess who burned the crown to live in the wild
Released of the bondage of leather, caressed by the softness of lace

Into the light, we will fly
Two snowflakes meeting on gravity’s flight
To the ground, we slip
Suspended for a moment; time stops
Eyes locked
Existence eternal
Set in motion
Slowly into a feather bed of your bosom

We danced until the evening turned to black
Is it time to leave?
It has only just begun

The Difference – Original Poem


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