Pleased to Meet You My Old Friend – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I’m so pleased to meet you
Do I know your name?
The face is so familiar
A reflection of a person I used to know

Did we live well?
A life that will be remembered?
As the suburban savior or a lost soul in the city of ruins

You are laughing at me
Why?
Mocking my sadness
Tearing away at the depressive state of insanity

I’m a mouse looking for cheese
A vagrant drowning in the storm

The devil was so kind once upon a time
A mentor in the sexual trilogy that was this life
Chapter one, an innocent boy without direction
Chapter two, a runaway
Chapter three, a pawn to the power of the beauty of women
Chapter Four, incomplete

Stop
Just stop
No more of this nonsense

You torture me with these silly memories
You cut me to taste the blood of defeat

I think I am starting to remember
The disease is on hold
I see now
We have met

We played together
We made love to many
We enjoyed the fruit of the original sin

I can still taste the warmth of your sweet love

Ha
Sarcastic chuckle
Dust covering the memory book

All their faces
So happy, so content in the moment

I want to forget, but always remember
A catch-22 without a cure

It is a pleasure to meet you, the man under the skin
The pawn in the corner
Not gone, but fading

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I Love You – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I woke up and something was missing
The air was a little crisper, but that wasn’t it
The sun was shining bright, but that wasn’t it
A chill filled my senses leaving goosebumps behind

The trees, clouds, wind all spoke to me
A plea
A request from the stars

In soft spoken chords, I heard a collective song of terror asking for help

We have lost our way
That line echoed over and over

Lost without direction home

Innocence engulfed by lust
Sharing shattered by greed
Compassion, a fleeting memory
Acts of kindness trampled by arrogant selfishness

Our bubble of beauty has popped
Bleeding out, short of breath, praying for a miracle

Today, I say to you, without fanfare, without expectation, without reward

I love you
I love you all
Each of you has blessed me with a life of meaning

For each hand I touch, I am inspired
Each voice, a new life lesson
Each act of giving, a reward so priceless

I love you
I don’t say it enough
I don’t say it with all the vigor in my heart

Now, I have awoken

I want today to begin a quest to regain that love around the world

I ask kindly
Say it today
Say it everyday
With zest and passion and vitality

I love you

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I Was Too Young – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

In a world wired for two, I hear your heartbeat above all the noise
In a world void of answers, filled with empty dreams and doubts amidst, I forgot you

Hypnotized by instantaneous emotion, swept away like a cloud caught in the wind, I was lost
Driven by the need for acceptance by the drones of an uncivilized land, I fought an invisible enemy

I was too young
Too restless
I thought I wanted more
To see the road and live by its words

I was led by the constant pressure for more
The depths of my soul
Passionate for meaning

I run away from my inspiration
Your voice has remained
My direction home

No excuse
No looking back

Life is a torturous journey to a conflict of light and fear

Your kindness hangs on my mind
So much time lost
So much I want back
To remember the days we never experienced together

My greatest treasure was your kindness
I squandered it in the depths of the mud as I dredged on

I needed room
I was suffocating in this closet
Closing in
Inch by inch

I had to break the chain to find what I had all along

I was too young
A hazard
Reckless abandon

Now youth reborn
Be mine

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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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We Should Have Done This A Long Time Ago – Original Poem

Roys-Motel-Route-66We should have done this a long time ago

This road trip
This journey together of discovery

Without the shackles of life and only the stars and the wind as our guide

We should have gone barefoot on the sand letting the ocean current caress our ankles

The voices of leaders will show us the path
From King, to Buckley to Twain, their spirits; their vision lives on

Together we will laugh and cry without limit

Free to dance alone with the sunflowers
Sing on Beale Street
Bathe in the Mississippi
Scream from the tip of the arch
Revel in Route 66
Echo in the Canyon so grand
Salute the Presidents looking on with pride

We should have done this a long time ago

You and I
Kindred spirits who found a way to get lost along the way

In the darkness, we found light
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Now I see the endless highway and all the roads that will tempt us along the way

Start the ignition, leave the map behind and trust ourselves
It’s our time now
Just you and I and the melody of exploration

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

yoga1Stop, breathe, be still
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