There is No Life Without Love – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

There is no life without love

Throw out the drugs, hallucinations, drinking and sorrow

Love opens the door to possibility
Breathes life into hope
Gives meaning to this insanity of eternity

Blinded by words
Endless words
Hidden safely in loneliness, we find solace
Solace in meaningless sex
It’s hot, sweaty and shivers the body

It feels good
It feels so good, but for what end?
A momentary feeling of euphoric bliss
To penetrate your soul as your body explodes into mine
It’s an act documented through the ages

For just a few seconds, the most adventurous risky of all acts takes us away
Away from reality
It is the moment when heaven and earth become one
The climax
The sexual explosion
A journey to the center of the Earth
To the hottest place

It is an act of the devil with an orchestra of angels
One that brings the weak to its knees
A shy soldier

It plays with our heart tinkling it with pleasure
Then empties it

Don’t let go
Don’t let it slip away
Feel the burn
Let it race your blood to the core of the house of love

Let that passion touch the love that yearns

So close
Piercing
Let the pain in
Let it come together

There is no life without love
Without the sexual passion, there is no purpose

Together, together is everything

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Quiet Conversations in My Head – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

You bleed just to know you are alive
Cutting through the skin to expose the blacked blood poisoning the body
This disease so penetrating, so absolute
Charring the heart

Depression is the jester laughing at the crying souls
A pawn to the devil

Offering a little pill for the pain and a razor for the sensation
How many times can I feel before it goes away forever?

A landslide with no bottom
No more tears; no more fears; no more feeling

Whispers of quiet conversations in my head
Visions of your body discovering mine
Just a dream
A manifestation created with a single paid admission to the bottle

A toast to you
The parties, celebrations, milestones, lost loves
All but a memory
Fleeting in the wind of the impending storm
Wash it all away

Take this home
These letters
Suck in the love letters and rain a future of discord

“I love you”
“I miss you”
“I want you forever”
“xoxoxox”
“You and I”
“My rock, my inspiration”

Now the ink fades
What’s going on here?

Lying in this bathtub
Water rising
Too tired to swim

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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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A Cold Day in November – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

It was a cold day in November

Winds fought our journey down the river with the force of an army of thousands
Piercing through our pores like venomous darts shot from behind the tall oak trees
Leaves of pink and oranges lay on the ground reminding us of a season passed

In a moment of playfulness, she straddled a fallen branch.  Head to toe in a long black overcoat and hat.  So beautiful; so youthful

For an instance I saw a little girl with a smile of innocence
Ready to play in the swift autumn freeze

It was a cold day in November

Mountains closed in fear of icy danger ahead
Rocky waves spiral the water down the river bend

I caught her faint screams, “Come on, let’s play by the river”
She ran and leaped over branches without delay
Beating the winds and winning the race

I caught up and felt the rush of a long hug at the finish line
She smiled
Cold and fragile
Happy and safe

river2Alone, just the two of us
The creatures of the forest hibernating
Waiting for warmer times

We were two kids escaping for a little while into a world we created
Filled with color, sounds of brisk water and songs of the wind

On a cold day in November in Asheville, all was right

My Emancipation – Original Poem

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It is the moments that freeze in time

Forced thought
Derived emotion
Filter out the bad to penetrate the good

This is my emancipation
I have loved

A flawed soul in a flawed world
In mistake, I have found fortune

A bounty of unconditional devotion
A river of enchantment that flows through this wonderland

I have scripted a blessing to each of you that has touched this delicate heart
A proclamation spelled with a hug
A letter to thank you. A letter not defined by its words, but a message of tenderness the requires only a tingle

In this life, I have cried the tears of happiness
For each of you has devoted a piece of your being so I may learn the art of appreciation

In this life, I have fallen
Each time I squirt at the sun, a hand of generosity lifts me

In this life, I have lost
Alone in an abyss of infinite existence only to be found

In this life, betrayal has been a shadow until I found the light

yoga2My being is a sculpted piece, unfinished
A work in progress
With chiseled corners, I take shape
Each touch brings the energy of life and closer to invincibility

This is my emancipation
My beginning
Let the masses hear my song
It is loud and pure; hopeful and alive

What a feeling this is
A personal zen

A Birth of Humanity – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Born Again
The final page of the novel lingers with unanswered questions

Endings
Finales
Eclipse of the sun

Like perfect porcelain shattered creating a jagged path to a new beginning

A new chapter
The corruption of untainted paper drenched with disillusion
A life in pieces scattered with fondness and regret

Prose of a morning swallow
Singing the song of loneliness awaiting the return of mother
A bounty netting on her beak as she flies in for a swift glide of heroism

The song of inspiration from the subway tunnels ignored by thousands of ants marching
With his guitar he sings for the moment
Reminding thousands of deaf ears the gift of music

A baby cries confronted by the beast
A grown self looking back praying to return to the safety of the crib

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The burden of life is but an illusion
A magic trick
The explanation written so clearly by the holy prophets
So much clarity to the magic
The trick now becomes the guiding force

One weeping angel frozen in concrete for the crimes of humanity
Forever in tears

A new world world unified not by words, not by actions, not by the promise of a renaissance

Just stop

Homeless Lovers – Original Poem

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I am I

If we end up together, the alignment of fate and chance will dance in the cosmos

A tango of the heart
A shooting star of passion

Homeless vagabonds pursuing the dream of love riding the tail of this comet as long as it will allow

In this field we lie
In this field we cry

Next to you, I feel your heartbeat penetrate this weary body
Aching to the touch of home
A place to call our own
A promise realized

Walk with me to the river
Let me refresh you with the bounty of Earth’s gift

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We will be exposed to the demons chasing us from behind

Drink the water and remind yourself how it feels to be alive

You are you
I am I