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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Other Half of My Soul – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Every time the wind blows, I hear your voice
Waiting for the waves to wash up your bottle
A sacred blessing in a pool of broken dreams

This rock is my home, my eyes a lighthouse, my heart the siren calling you in
Drunk on the fog and loneliness I run weary

Never to give up hope
Every minute, a chance

Sails from distant shores parade their masses
Are you on one of them?

A surprise from the ocean gods
Gift wrapped in a smile

Will the infinite sea swallow up this faith?

The congregation of dolphins sing

Pastor on the pedestal of white clouds

Waiting for my prayers to be answered
Let me sacrifice myself for her safety
Let me give my life so that she may have another

Let me be remembered in her children and grandchildren as I lay peacefully in my eternal rest

On this rock, I sit screaming silently
Each morning I arrive
Each night I sigh

Will this day bring her home?
Will this be the day I am reunited with the other half of my soul?

I sit and wait today
Rain cleanses this worn-out skin

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Last Song – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Your love makes me weak
All I’ll ever seek
It makes me want to cry no more

I found you standing there
Alone and scared without a prayer

I dreamed you into my life and now I stand beside

Strangers no more
Strangers no more

In a world to crowded for to see
You opened my eyes
Spreading your wings, I lie on feathers so free
Cuddled in your arms for all to see
This world is for you and me

Strangers no more
Strangers no more

I fell too many times
Fear left me blind
Too many chances lost
A youth wise no more

Waiting for the finale to confess, I never loved the rest
I waited all my life for this sacrifice
Now I know
All those words
Promises made
Emptiness burdened

A prelude to your kiss

I will fall from this sky
In your arms, I will subside
A phoenix rising from the fire

When the smoke clears

Strangers no more
Strangers no more

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City of Angels – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

This concrete jungle so poignant in its softness
A gentle rose born to a cement foundation
A tree amongst the brick walls separating rich from poor

Asleep on the pee stained sidewalk a man ponders his mistakes
A child cries as the nightlight fades
A woman gives away her body to erase her mother’s mistakes
A star drowns the success in bourbon

This city of angels all scarred in sin
Razor sharp fences police these walls

In the park a man looks up on bended knee to make a promise
Looking down she sees a stranger with a past
He holds a ring tainted by his lustful betrayal
Her eyes charcoal grey with distain
A crowd cheers distanced from the truth; heralded by perception

This city of angels raised by guns and violence
Blood washed away with time

In the village, he hides his shame in a dark bar
Lusting for a man he will never find
To be touched
To be penetrated, yet never accepted
One more gin, one more margarita, one more meaningless line behind closed doors

This city of angels laughing with gluttony
Fame is a fortune for the weak

In midtown, the lights shine to the heavens
Billboards and neon sparkle in the night
A party to end all parties
Thousands gather in hidden prejudice
A time bomb seconds from impact

This city of angels holding the promise of opportunity
A burning flame of hope
A realistic pool of despair

In the midnight hour, the moon reflects over the towering urban sculptures in the sky
Florescent lights sprinkle our senses like fresh snowflakes on a cold winter day

In this darkness, we are superheroes masked from our lives

Free to pretend in this city of angels

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Dance Between the Sheets – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Your black lace panties still dangle on the end of my bed
Scent of that defiant perfume lingers in the air
Heart still racing from the memories of a few short hours ago

Still feel the softness of your hair as it slipped through my fingers and my last snapshot is the back of your hair and naked back

A silhouette of absolute perfection

A night so wrought in raw animal passion, now a fleeting reminder

You handcuffed me with your mind
A sultress with the eyes of an angel, the touch of a fragile feather and the bite of sharp broken glass

You left scars
Bite marks
Blood from nails of ecstasy

I begged for the pain
The hot wax dripping
The long deep soul sharing kisses
The thirst for more

In the brief hours of rest, I was lulled by your heartbeat
It cast a spell and sent me to a fantasy world where you and I ruled a kingdom of two
A blessed place where fate guided two strangers through the forest of heaven

Your breasts heaving into mine
Legs wrapped tight
Hands embraced

I held on knowing in the end, I would lose the subconscious tug of war

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I toss, still craving the touch of your inner thigh
Moaning at the thought of one more touch
One more penetrating moment

But you’re a runaway
Escaping from my arms
Calling the road your home

A wicked game you play, my angel of the darkness

I Stare at the door hoping for one more dance under the sheets

Goodbye Doc – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I always wondered if our love was strong enough to sustain
Maybe tomorrow we would be better
So many questions unanswered

You had me at first sight
A cliché formulated into a reality
A Gatsby moment frozen in time
Every girl a prize
You, a vision, beyond reason, beyond attainment

I wished to see you again for minutes, days, months
Time would pass without purpose
Then you appeared, again, the girl who captivated my heart

I found you under the glimmer of the setting sun in the darkness of this abandoned building

One toast and we were both drawn into this fantasy
With a sip of champagne, we leaped

I burned for a love I never thought I would attain
We were a country song with a tragic ending
I perfect love with an imperfect story

I found treasure on the sands of Rincon
Touched heaven in the mountains of Blue Ridge
I sipped the wine of our savior from your lips

Those Polaroid moments, so still, so permanent in my heart
So few, yet so important to our journey

Now you kiss the fields of the Midwest
I soak in the crest of the coastal wave

I watch the sun rise ask I think about where you are
I remember fondly

Perfection never lasts

It comes unexpectedly and kisses you with the power of a waterfall and the scent of sweet honey

Goodbye Doc

For a love unfulfilled, I ponder
For the strength you instilled, I cherish

I’m older now, but for you I still feel like a child

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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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