Life: ON – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Systems down
Power failure
Technology, a mockery of science slaughtering love in hoards
We mourn the death of humanity

Life: ON

I stand in the shower motionless
Steaming water piercing my back
I close my eyes

With the power of a pack of horses moving mountains, I force my eyes deeper closing the gate between conscious and sub-conscious
Void of light
With this blanket of darkness, I’ll cover you

Transcending to the unknown
Water striking like a thousand kisses all over my skin

A deep beautiful melancholy plays throughout my soul

Soon, the fiery stream of water turns to a flurry of cold snow

My tears wash away with the receding tide

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time

Existence is now mocked by the past; teased by the future

Goodbye disappears into the night

Life captured
Life free


Imagine a World – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Imagine seeing the world for the first time every day
A recharge
A rebirth
To kindle the flame of life with the awareness of a child

Imagine each day a new beginning

A fulfilled understanding of life’s mistakes
A ride down an endless rainbow
An exploration of the unknown

To bring sight to the blind
Music to the deaf
Healing to the ill

Imagine you and I just met
Longing to know each other and not comprehending why
Just being
A stranger with a hold on my heart
To learn your dreams and draw your fantasies on this blank canvasimagine2

Imagine I could stop time during moments of perfection
Freeze enlightenment
Captured, amplified, penetrated into the bloodstream, lighting the mind with the energy of a thousand prophets

Imagine a place so magical, it knows of no hate; void of selfishness; unknown to sin

The crystals of the hourglass have more meaning now
The roads are paved with endless possibility

Imagine a world


No Escape – Original Poem


Perched on this branch
Indenture of claw prints from many times before
Sun rises
Sun sets
My contribution to change is to remain the same
No screams, no passion, no dreams
My end will share the same window as my beginning

Fading with each passing day, I see you, my familiar friend
Wrinkles are my only reminder that life flows through these veins
The wind has synced to this heartbeat

New seasons are my salvation
Winter, spring, summer, fall, repeat


Planes fly up above as I create a fairy tale of flying next to that machine free of gravity to places only described in books and magazines
Mother mercy take me away

Perched on this branch, I sip this familiar mocha colored power drink keeping me awake enough to not fall into an eternal rest

There in the diner, my waitress, my friend, worn from a life she has never lived
Abused by solitary confinement
Love missing from her eyes; just a blank stare

Time is meaningless on these streets with dead ends in all directions
I see babies all around; reminders of my childhood
A new generation soon to repeat the same mistakes
Deserted by ambition

Mother tells me this is my destiny
We never change
She tells stories of a different time; not your own

Now I sit perched on this branch waiting for dusk to arrive


Is This As Good As It Gets – Original Poem

Is this as good as it gets?

We are prisoners of our idiosyncrasies
Born to a virtue
Stricken to the knowledge soaked into our pores

Still, we are extraordinary with the potential for greatness
We touch not through the nerves circulating through the only property void of value, but the willingness to will the power of love into our hearts

Disease is cured in song
Loneliness dissolved in words


Is this as good as it gets?

Different people forced to learn that being different is our only common ground
In argument, there is peace of mind
Trust into madness
This existence is a journey seeking balance while walking a tightrope of imperfection

Storms blind the sunlight and cloud the path, but I listen for your song

Is this as good as it gets?

Is the melody in my head a composition of my one act play?
Will it have a happy ending or is that a false notion?
Will you be a player on this stage?
The script keeps growing in length
Time is a dress rehearsal without a re-shoot

Is this as good as it gets?


With Those Tiny Fingers – Original Poem


By Mark A. Leon

Often a moment defines our lives; but in a rare instance, you fulfill a destiny that shapes the moment
The center of all being, forever captured in an 8MM still frame

A saw your face written in wisdom; painted in a canvas of clouds; singing with tears of joy
I look into your eyes and see an emptiness waiting to be filled with wonder

Your birth holds the answers to our mistakes
A new burden thrust upon your innocence
A call for change in a windstorm of uncertainty

Whenever I call you, I know you will hear
When I am beyond your reach, you will feel my presence

Those tiny fingers will touch lives with magic

Just when surrender offers a package so appetizing
When hope is tainted by the footsteps of a thousand wanderers
When fire burns the roots of a new tomorrow
When the death of war laughs all around

Those tiny fingers will touch lives with magic

Walls will crumple
Ideas questioned
Beliefs desecrated

Imagination, oh imagination

To fly
Hovering high above, tickled by the stars
To leap
Farther than the limits of time
To love
Unconditional vulnerability

Imagination, oh imagination

You will rescue us when the forest has lost its sunlight
And with those tiny fingers, you will touch


Just for a Moment, We Were Still – Original Poem


Just for a moment we were still

Hands touched in that dark movie theater as you leaned you head gently on my shoulder whispering ‘I Love You’ for the first time

Time stood still
A pause on the soundtrack of our lives

Just for a moment we were still; the two of us trapped in our own cinematic romance, seeing the world outside but choosing to remain behind the screen

Stars of a fleeting love story that will never die and transcend time
A world about to crumble; demons lurking in the past and a life about to change
It was there that we found light in that darkness

Meaning defined
I knew I had to let go
Your skin against mine; so soft, so safe, so warm

You had to bleed on your father’s grave to breathe life, finding a relationship once again through his dying mother’s eyes

Like a zombie without a path you wandered
A hall pass to nowhere until that moment
Five, four, three, two, one stop

I see the glimmer in your eyes alone in the back row
For the first time, a sparkle
The movie so familiar; the scene so emotional

In that Garden State a seed was planted and in time a beautiful flower it will be

Just for a moment we were still and life began


What a Ride – Original Poem


What a ride

Sound the sirens, full speed ahead
Welcome to this joyride

I am grateful; I am pained; I am blissful; I am shamed; I am hopeful; I am lost
I am here

From a sheltered womb without awareness to a world without end
No walls to block possibility
No barriers to hold me down

This life is a psychedelic roller coaster fueled by the blood of a higher force
Tickled by the rain; soothed by the snow; warmed by the sun; guarded by the darkness; caressed by the fallen leaf

What a ride

No instructions
No seat belt
No defined stop

Dismissing the notion of a “circle of a life”
There is no circle
Without conclusion, there can be no end
Break the circle and float away

What a ride

Sliding down the rainbow into a pot of sunflowers
Singing with the orchestra of birds
Bathing in the ocean bath

With these hands, I touch my heart
With this mouth, I breathe life
With this mind I absorb knowledge

What a ride

A panoramic merry-go-round of wonder
Hello Mother; Hello Father
Hello future love
Hello past mistakes; I know I will see you again

My whispers but a minor earthquake in this endless playground
It is so beautiful; so magical; so serene

What a ride
Sing me a lullaby