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The Smile On Your Face – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The smile on your face says it all
Let’s me know you’ll be there when I fall

When I slip off this cloud and gravity takes hold
My will remains bold

I know you will be there
In my heart, the words flow and in flight I swear

Til the end of time, I will be there
Always to bear
You and me babe
Taking on the world with style and grace

Through the tears, I’ll dry your eyes
Through the sorrow and the long goodbyes

In the heat of passion
With a fierce beating heart
The burning flame kindles this night

To the cold winters days
Safe by the fire and warm soothing light

Without words, you speak to me
Unspoken chapters
Acts played out in our minds

I dreamed of you last night
I dreamed of us flying, guided by the moonlight
Serenaded by the doves
Whistling songs of love

I awoke to the smile on your face
Looking at me as the night erased

Another day with you
A blessing, a gift

My love, my saving grace

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Meaning of Life – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The uncontrollable forces of humanity
Let the unpredictable take hold of your senses
To breathe on its own

A blink
Exposing the deepest roots of humanity and self-realization
Isn’t that it
Isn’t that what this ride is all about
Meaning

In the pits of the soul
The trenches of the mind
The depths of reality and imagination crashing in an explosive bang

Huh
That was something

Grounded once again
Level
Balanced
Serenity
Walk on water, taste the air, feel the force of wind

A power so much greater than I
It must be the sign I seek

A creator
A manifest destiny

Looking, looking, looking
Where is that big moment that answers all the questions?

Maybe it is in the beauty of a newborn
The soft touch of animal
The bit of wisdom from the elderly
The peaceful look of the rising sun
The stillness of the moonlight

Maybe I am looking too far
Like a traveler without a destination
A journeyman without a map

The home I seek lies on the steps I take
All around, it is all so familiar
This is the place
This is the time

Answers are near

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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Timeless – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I felt a sweet breeze in this Northern sky
A brush of snow tickling this nose
It’s been a long time, but you are still mine
The only one that makes me believe we can live forever

You are timeless
Ageless, without flaw

Turning back time, a childhood dream
Every stop, a reminder

There you were
There you are
There you remain
Timeless

Roads covered in our melody
Sprinkled in the music of the leaves falling from the sky

This year will be even more incredible
This year, once again

I will remember why you are the one
Like a flawless diamond formed by the eternal clock of time
Like a tender flower pure as the morning sun
An autumn rainbow circling my heart
You possess the key to my fate

Time has stopped
Still
The sounds of silent raindrops
A composition so divine
Written for me and you
A dance for two

Alone with you
My timeless love

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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 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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