A Curious Life – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I want to remember this moment just as it is
A perfect picture of time
Frozen

It’s funny how the special things in life never last
Maybe they do in this curious life

The picture albums stored in our head
The postcards with words we almost said
A vision of a time when we were so carefree
Birds in the wild flying out to sea

A curious life filled with minutes and seconds
Pressed between the books dried and preserved

In pictures and film and stories we tell
A legacy we will leave for the next generation to tell

There won’t be snow in Africa
Nor rain inside this desert
Children will pray for food while we hope for the sun to shine on our beaches
Guns kill the innocent
Greed destroys the ideals of the generous

In this curious life

Flipped upside down with terror on top
A world of mayhem led by the devil’s own
Jester and joker so wild and free
No sign of superhero to save you and me

In this curious life

We feed our mind, body and spirit with the loins of the Earth
Energy exchanged
A soul to search
A time to hope, a time to pray
Spinning out of control, a world in dismay

Here I stand, a moment so pure
Holding on tight, so secure

In this curious life

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This is our time, this is our place – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Surrounded by the ones you love
Never stop dreaming
Never stop changing
Never stop embracing
Don’t stop
You can’t stop
We must not give up

It’s our party here on Earth
A toast to you
A toast to us
A celebration to last for all time
A declaration to hand down in time

It’s about you
It’s about me
I want to make a family
To hold you close, hold you tight, never let go, not too tight

This is our time
A place in the sun
Energy so strong, a future so bright
I want to be with you until the dawning of light

This is our place, here and now
A place to call home
A place to be free
A sprinkle of stars, a glimmer of light, a shower so refreshing, a snow of powder white

I love you is all I need to feel alive and let me be
A perfect storm so calm at ease
A simple kiss under these trees

Think about me, I think about you
The one I know to be this true
You are everything
Simple and pure
The special one meant for me

This is our time
This is our place
Never stop dreaming
Always embrace

Irony of Humanity – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

It’s so very cold in this blistering summer heat
The chill of humanity sends shivers down the spine

A lonely vagabond traveling from city to city seeking out meaning
A switchblade of greed penetrates the skin
Drops of blood numb

Hate hidden behind the words of wealthy ghosts whose power was only matched by corruption

Like a rocket man, I leap for space
Gravity pulls me back
Pounding me into this concrete jungle

With the ink of slavery, we penned freedom
An iconic irony housed in the ivory walls symbolizing a nature of promise

On the farms, they pray for a crop of plenty
In the trailers, we blame a color
In the palaces, we isolate
In the hallowed halls of see no, hear no, speak no, evil lingers

I declare that all men are created equal
A statement so full of decency
A statement so harmful
A false pretense for all we know

Teachers beware
Parents behave
Elected officials roll in your bed of money

Citizens of Earth, heed your call
Behold power in number; power in knowledge; power in faith

Destroy the walls of irony
Take back the original sin

Forever A New Day – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

With every whisper, I hear your voice for the first time
Here’s to the nights when we were so alive
A toast to the stars and sky

A dance in the moonlight; a buzz to take the care away
Every lullaby a reminder how I will miss you in my sleep, but not alone as my conscious wishes you to me

Awakening to your kiss in every dream
In your mind’s eye, we can see the world
Our hearts will guide us on this magic carpet ride through the clouds

It feels so real, your body close to mine
The world so far away
The air fresh and free

My princess, angel, femme fatale
A vision

Crash
A morning rain pounds against the bay window
My eyes open to the gift of sunlight
Dream and reality hand in hand

Bodies clenched
Hands wrapped tightly around your soft skin; pressed to your hips
The smell of your hair
Aroma of love

Warmth of the sunlight and the heat of your body
Hot springs of passion
Looking in your eyes, we see our souls as one
A reflection of me looking at you
Laughing at the world just through those doors
Stay away from this reality

You are my dream; never to fleet
Never to pass

Forever a new day
Forever I fall in love for the first time

Good morning, she whispers
I smile

Love Letters In The Sand – Original Poem

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Love letters in the sand
Thoughts of you running through my head
The sound of the waves a reminder of making love to you

Under skies of pouring rain we kissed like fools
I playback that night on repeat like it was yesterday
What started with hello, ended with a lifetime of unrequited thoughts and fictional scenarios

Our emotions were wild stallions
Fierce and free
Impenetrable
A steel barrier of fear

What fools we were

Then you flew
And flew and flew
Far away to a land I could not find
A well-designed escape

Years would pass
Countless other lovers and shared experiences
Some came close, so close

Your face, your letters, your lips remained
I gave it all to you
You cannot touch it, but I hope you still feel it

Love letters in the sand
Words fading with the crashing waters
Our deepest feelings almost broke the walls

It was not meant to be, we would say
Perhaps in another life

Maybe, just maybe I’ll walk this beach and find a new love letter in the sand from someone just like you

Broken – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

This broken heart is shattered in pieces, but still beating
The light continues to blink “Don’t Walk”
No movement in any direction
No sign of life
I’m falling apart
Don’t let me let you go

I remember the nights we were invincible
The memories left under the sheets
The shots to endless embrace
We swore our youth would never be stolen
Every weekend was an endless beach party

I loved those days
You wouldn’t let them fade
Singing under only the light of the moon
It was a love made for teens
Bar close was only the beginning
That sun dress lying in the sand caressing your flip flops
Splashing waves and blowing kisses
You were all we needed the summer

No school, no work, no glimmer of a world we knew we had to face

Radio on the porch, a beer and great friends
It was a story written in simplicity with a splash of ink to the one I love
The one I would always love

Then we toasted over the harbor with a promise
Friends forever
Fireworks exploded cascading reality
Summer turned to fall
Sun faded with the falling leaves

So too the promise
Let us raise our glasses and with arms wide open one last embrace

*Photo by Raquel Avila

Profound – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I miss your footprints in the sand
I still feel the pain
It is meant to be felt and hidden in the darkness of the soul

I look to the clouds to sing me a lullaby
I sink to the deeper blue waters
Let go
Concrete pull of gravity as the sun fades from view

Now I awake

Time divided now

What was; what will be; what almost was

A translucent image plagued by colors painted by dreamers framed into this box of life

A profound moment
Rested on the pillars of memories
Look, a picture of a smile I used to know with you by my side

Color
Black and white
Kaleidoscope

So much confusion, it is all clear

A world of darkness and light and I am floating in grey

Often poetic
Rarely so free
To be in a world so open, inhabited by walls
A contradictory storyline without an ending

Missing is so finite
As we return to sand, missing becomes a void blackness

How profound