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 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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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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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

Sadness in My Lover’s Eyes – Original Poem

sad1I see the surrender in my lover’s eyes
A sadness co-exists in her unspoken lies
I can only sit back and empathize as I remain paralyzed

Words cannot penetrate the darkness as trust is but a cliché bottled up in her childhood castle

I want to fill that vacancy; to penetrate that black hole and find your lost happiness on the other side

This is the dream I have for you
A dream of promise, not defeat
A dream fulfilled by a revelation of the holy spirit written as a pledge

A burst of happiness can hydrate this depressed dehydration

Still the white flag is raised, waving beyond the pupil
Lost and despaired

Choose
Choose between the madness you call reality and the potential of a new beginning

Walk with me, barefoot and free
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It is a golden age we set forth to
Enlightened by love; empowered by trust

Let go of defeat and be not led by perils

Break these shackles with me
Break, breakaway

Now Run
Don’t look back
Run away from darkness