By Mark A. Leon We thought music could change the world, but it only changed the world we thought we knew In the streets, children cry Another… Read more “On our way home – Original Poem”
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Last Words – Original Poem
When the words stop forming and the desire has faded away The mission no longer has meaning A life fulfilled; or perhaps run a course with no… Read more “Last Words – Original Poem”
Undiscovered Self – Original Poem
Am I really who I used to be? I am who I want to be? Songs of yesteryear playing in my head A merry-go-round of familiar faces… Read more “Undiscovered Self – Original Poem”
Metaphysical Journey – Original Poem
It’s a metaphysical journey of impulse A light glimmering through and optical lens of wonder Blink once; uncover the light Blink twice; the piercing of the skin… Read more “Metaphysical Journey – Original Poem”
A Birth of Humanity – Original Poem
Born Again The final page of the novel lingers with unanswered questions Endings Finales Eclipse of the sun Like perfect porcelain shattered creating a jagged path to… Read more “A Birth of Humanity – Original Poem”
Pilgrimage – Original Poem
Good morning sunshine Good night darkness Love and pain; tears and laughter The ingredients of a soup scorching us as we swim for survival Reaching for the… Read more “Pilgrimage – Original Poem”
Defeated – Original Poem
I once held you in my arms and you slipped away Now, as I face these final moments I see your face; an angel easing my pain… Read more “Defeated – Original Poem”
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I have a green coffee mug that I have had since 2013. It cost a dollar. I know that because I saw it at the Dollar Store. … Read more “Caution: Some content may be too difficult to read”
What if – Original Poem
What if we suspended the normal path of life’s train and set it off course? What if every regret was a sign of a better tomorrow What… Read more “What if – Original Poem”
Blood of Past Mistakes – Original Poem
I don’t feel well; I’m not sick Not in pain Claustrophobic is the word I chose Ironic, in a world of endless possibility and millions of miles… Read more “Blood of Past Mistakes – Original Poem”
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