The Storyteller – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Tell me a story
Storyteller to my soul
Tell me a tale
One full of mystery and angst
One with love and intrigue
Tell me a story

Be still
Feel no ill will
Be my pain, without using a knife
Heal with only the natural herbs of the Earth

Speak to me
Be my voice

Steal the airwaves
Record my thoughts and play them for the world to see

We listen together as one
Enthralled by every word
Octave high
Octave low

A little bit of sorrow
A little bit of happiness
An archive of the moments that complete the journey

This gift you possess
A visual oration to cleanse the confusion that lies within all of us
A wonder amongst the ordinary
A splendid rainbow high above the storm

Hear your lips pamper us with every line
A verse so full of truth
A page written out with brush and paint
A chapter so clear
Transparent to its own emotions

Tell us a story
Oh, wise keeper of the pen
Bestow a lasting image for us to pass down to the next

Let this be your message
For life does not end with the last breath, but carries an eternal torch to be handed down
In the distance a new set of ears, awaits the storyteller

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My Opus – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

My Opus – Original Poem

I know what’s it’s like to be forgotten
The invitation to God’s soiree lost in the mail
Used to having you by my side
A fleeting fantasy boxed up in the corner of my dark past
Now the mountains to comfort my wounded pride and hide the sunlight

One more chance to turnaround
A second chance to try again
This withering soul has life to give
A heart still beating, faintly in the distance

All those sleepless nights remembering the Summer we thought would never end
Fireworks over the harbor
Beach walks under the moonlight
I’d die for just one more kiss
Love letters I wrote each time you went away, never sent; never read

Do you need some time all alone, I asked
You smiled and said, “we all need some time on our own” as you walked further away
A distant shadow

Why impulses drive that soul?
What needs feed the thirst?

To discover the secret of the mountains
The path of the oceans
The hauntingly beautiful message in the wind
The word of the poets
The undiscovered lands of voyagers

I understood
I followed
I got lost

I see a clearing now
A path home

I prayed under those stars that someday I would find my way back to you
Soon
Soon
It will all be revealed

My Angel By the Sea – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Dancing in the dark
Barefoot in the sand
The Milky Way, our universal disco ball
Listening to our favorite song in the distance

Sliding across God’s dance floor
Ocean tickling our toes

A perfect partner
My sexy doctor with a prescription for this sexual healing

In love, I long to be, tasting your sweet misery
These weary legs re-born
No longer enslaved to the chains of thousands of miles of empty road
Without a home no more
Together we will be

Dancing in the dark under the glow of the moonlight

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Upon this night I wish to thee
Protect her always I will be
My angel by the sea

 

Billions of Beautiful Hearts – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The universe is filled with billions of beautiful hearts
Colliding in an illuminating explosion so bright
Under this sky of eternal cinematic bliss, it is only you and I

Counting the stars, falling far and wide
This night, this time, a moment shared for all time

A kiss frozen forever
Etched in the mortal lips
Surrounded by God
Preserved by an angel’s witness

This is the story we will tell
The story that will be passed down the generations
With new beginnings, new endings and everything in between
From stone to pen to words off the lips of strangers, our story will live on

But all around toxins fill the air
Exploited by the masses
Blood clots scaring the porcelain skin

Wounded in love
Wounded in hatred
Wounded by the sounds of silent protestors vanished

A vision in the darkness
A voice in the silence
An echo of the mistakes that continue to poison

Where has it gone
The playfulness of a little boy’s imagination
The castle of a young princess below a sky of rainbows

Bleakness
Poetry dismissed by the torture of graffiti filling the tunnels leading us from the light

In your eyes, I see the sunshine rising
I see a future, I want to share with the world
Take my hand
Hold it tight
Feel this pulse trickle to goosebumps
Let us be the awakening

The Pain is Over – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The obituary is but a solemn set of words for the living
For the subject is without pain, without existence; no more
A recollection of a time when life had meaning, until the end

No romanticism in the end
Just a final breath and it all resets to zero with the promise of an infinite home
A silly contraction to some
A golden calf of faith to others

Memories disappear in a digital wasteland
Pictures fade into the corners of attics
Videos are reserved for special days to reflect over wine and sorrow
A lifetime immortalized in footsteps from up above until the footsteps are no more

I am without pain now
You still hear me in your past
A few fleeting leaves dropping from the sky
A butterfly carrying my spirit
A poem about just you and I
A promise in a letter; one that could only be made by the youngest of hearts
A journey we hoped to share
A legacy…a pause

Winter has arrived in its cold and damp darkness
Try to hear me in the wind
A calming thought, I imagine, if my imagination endured

I want to see you shivering
To feel you once again
To assure you there is something
I do, I really do
Alone, you curl in the corner of the couch
Last flame flickering

When you read this, what do you remember of me?
What thought of us tortures your mind?
It is pleasant, romantic, sad, uplifting or simply safe?

Tell a story for yourself, or a new generation
Carry this on as long as you can
Soon your pain will be over

My pain is over
All that is left behind are millions of silent screams looking for answers

This Town Ain’t What It Used To Be – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Bright lights, big stars
This town ain’t what it used to be
Empty streets, filled with dreams, wasted for another day
Creativity spilled from the cup of this love
Washed away with the dawn of another day

I found you; you saved me
I knew this time would end
Never thought I could feel this way again

Rutting away, corrupt to the core
Strange faces fill the air
Surrounded, crowded, fear everywhere
The pavement filled with lust
Forgotten just who to trust

Chasing down a past left behind
Shadows of you; memories so fine
This used to be our time

Borrowed, precious and free
All that was needed was you and me
With your scent in the air, and face touching mine

Bright lights, big stars
Under this Southern sky, we kissed
Now it’s all closing in, the walls, the bars
Crushed by the constant thought of your love sorely missed

Sounds of cars; blindness of light
Deafening my sight

Beaches dimmed by the fading fire
Darkness sets the mood for the cinematic dream

Fade in
Flashback to a town I used to know
To the girl that made me glow

Bright lights, big stars
This town ain’t what it used to be

Love is Infinite – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Love is without definition
Defined by a set of unpredictable emotional impulse and actions

Infinity is without comprehension
No limits, no end, no direction, no comprehension of the valid understanding of logic

Love is infinite

Love knows no boundaries, but society is ripe with judgement
With blood-stained hands, they pass blame on the unholy
A struggle with no winners
No losers
No end
Countless bodies; immeasurable tears

Heaven and Earth
Don’t let it tear you apart
Stuck in the middle of an abyss of light and darkness

Prayers loaded with bullets
Roll models replaced by imaginary voices
The medication helps, sometimes

Angels high above the chapel ceilings mocking the demise
A civilization built on an original sin armed with weapons of carnal destruction
A tragic comedy written by the prophets armed with a fountain of ink

Violins replaced with drums
Swords with guns
Laughter with tears
Love with apathy

A sad tale we have woven
Trapped in a web of deceit and lies

Love is infinite
It is written in the stars; those cosmic storytellers in the sky
To the left, Aries
To the right, Pisces
In the middle millions and millions of unknown answers to a single question

All around, a wasteland of brown longing for green
Life spared for one more day, another year, another century
We pray to the golden dollar
Idolizing their every move
We are the puppets led on strings by the media puppeteers playing games with our hearts and minds

Led astray by one
Consequences of many

Love is infinite, dirty and betrayed
Innocent in the first light, corrupted with impending darkness

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