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A Beautiful World is tentatively scheduled for release in July 2010.
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Mark A. Leon
The Voice of Modern American Poetry
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New Material:  Trial of Time Everyday a new day presents itself to the jury awaiting its fate Guilty of death and the miracle of life, the transgressions echo in the deep longing of the of the sun’s daily welcome Will the day welcome a gift or gavel? Sing the anthem we all feel inside the hopeful hearts of beating children Welcome the voice of a generation fighting to uphold the truths of the previous The walls articulate the words of living prophets struggling through the confusion of a mission undefined by dreamers who hold destiny in an urn high above the mountaintop It is in us that greatness is failure wrapped up in the routine of the everlasting goal of love One moment; just one brief moment, perfection is sought in the silence of the first smile of a newborn The first glimmer of blue reflecting off the guilt soaked mirror of adolescence is a reminder of the inevitable truth Time is guilty Today is innocent but tonight it will rest in a cell unconscious to what it has become All is all we know, but nothing is all we want Go away, but wait! I love you now go away but don’t ever leave I can see you though the blindness in my eyes I have touched you from a thousand miles away walking through the pillows of sand and thorns The sandman is delivering my dreams to the mystical pool of thought in the desert in my mind The message in enchanted code is scrolled on the wings of a bird only following the wind to its next rest Reaching the latitude of the black hole shooting artificial ecstasy into my veins while blood transports the poisonous candy into the trenches of the last savior Teaching me to be humble in a house of gluttony I begin to learn There is euphoria in demise Destruction is the beginning of a new journey filled with the magic of the unknown Another day will pass and so to will challenge of complications stemming from the imaginarium of actual reality Soaking in puddles of washed away sins, my soul seeks through the pores of the unprotected body awakened from its crib by the screams of mortal silence With a single chime, bells are alive with precarious abandon singing and dancing random praises built on one single strike Cheers of now echo in the distance as believers swallow the sounds of the leaders Letter To Our Maker Hello Lord, My creator, my visionary, my witness to the appeal on this life sentence In your form I am humble to the reflection of you in myself I hold your hand clenched in the sweet embrace of a love affair between the father and son Your patience is a glimmer of a star on the pale canvas of space The weight of your presence is a soothing reminder of the gift of life and death wrapped in the envy of prayer Songs praise lyrics of majesty; reflection of fear; visions of pain; softness of infinite rest You host this party with the fervor of a patriot that waves the flag of a proud parent covered in sap of wine drinking blood as the rain of the devil’s juice pours on the faces of crying children Hallelujah crown prince of the unknown The mold is set in motion by the sounds of guitars in the distance On my knees I pray to the rock of solitude Stepping on the bodies of your children draped in the fear of your home Alive in stillness Fallen The lines on my face grow dim as the mirror reminds the soul of its finite mission The waiting game begins Ticking in time flickers across the heart Like a form of non-religious worship the parishoners look to a higher being of co-existance Careless whispering of restless children grow louder with changing seasons Tomorrow is a sacrifice of yesterday's vision of change Pillars destroyed Lying in the dark Smell of ruins so familiar in a parallel world invented in the fantasy of reality Puppets paint rainbows on the mental canvas of lost souls Reach for the dirt covering the lifeless body laughing in the mirror of a fallen model
Heaven’s Crib 8/8/09 A virgin drinks the blood of the impure biting into the sands of angelic confinement With the shadow of a destiny wrapped in the inhibitions of yesterday’s poison We pray with age Ambition becomes reality of the mortal fate awaiting the final blink of the eye It stains the inner flesh bound in turmoil surrounded by mundane aptitude of achievement If the chance, seize it If the taste of blood possess it Be still and glow in the flow of motion Expand the frontal eye that watches the passing of time We die on impact with a taste so warm with nectar and chives dripping down the throat of fluorescent content dreams Bewildered in clarity we focus on the being of the Mother of the prophets resting on a field of golden thorns playing a song in silent tunes in the heads of doves below Now time rests on the palm of the child laid to rest in heaven’s crib
The Essence of Memories 7/25/09 Flowing blue paints a picture in the soul of memory as the profanity of art shelters the skin of independent thought Prevailing in time; a moment of pause A mark of solitary overture prescribing in the principle of silhouette Running shadows in my mind follow the path of the journeyman accompanied by believers of ritual cause Foundations remain behind in the sinking sand awaiting the infinite doors of oblivion Contact in touch Waning in a pool of blood and tears Filling a black hole with greens and yellows A new hope caresses the dying palindrome of mom and dad; the protectors of the spirit of adolescent trauma Beginnings appear and disappear with a point of vision in the frame around the core of vitality Life in motion; death in site; meaning forever Our Time5/4/09
The conscious being is the manifestation of the completeness of lies simplified into one ideal truth
It is an act of giving
Happening can only happen with the acceptance of being
Free the spirit of the infinite universe as it grows smaller with the blink of an eye
In the forest we dream
In the snow, angels spread their wings
In the fields birds protect the crops of nature
Clouds brush the color from the sky and release its beautiful drops to the earth
Rain falls on a confused civilization rushing for shelter but basking in the damp haven before them
Drenching in thought, a revolution formulates
The time is now
One Single Moment
5/3/09
We have one chance, one moment to make it right
One instant will define the definition of our life
A blink, a stare, a deep metaphorical moment blessing the union of our souls
In solace we are surrounded by strangers crowding the forces that unite our intellect
We are all in love
We are all alone
We are all searching but afraid to move
To connect is the ultimate symbol of disconnect
Every action the pioneer to the next
Rejoicing in the trend of being; the simple plan of a mastermind is hiding behind the clouds watching the meaning absorb in the pot of humanity
Each a new page in our personal scrapbooks enhancing the memories carried forward with our children
Time is precious
Hope is an illusion predicated by the stars watching us as we watch ourselves pass the moment
The Calling
4/22/09
Silence is the loudest verse in the hymn of life Our memories like shattered glass cut us up with the passing of time Leap over the canyon and ride the cloud of solitary refinement Trust in the security of the empty glass comforting you in the corner Walk away from the shadow that creeps into your dreams Believe in the self you do not understand Close your eyes and pretend Green the color of the sky Raindrops drip in violet onto the yellow chessboard of mother earth The strategy is not to strategize but to surrender to your birth Control is a mechanism for constraint Strength harbors on the shore hearing the whistles of ships passing in the night The aroma of victory in oaks and plums Charity is not giving but accepting the ability to give Not to one; not to many but to the purity of self Genuine self at the core of the heart Let go of the song trapped in your mind Believe Believe Believe in the ability to overcome love Once is an awakening
Twice a revelation A lifetime is but the true enlightenment of the complete soul Life begins with the moment of completeness Body and mind as one in rhythm with heart We are each a diamond; unique and embodied with a shell unbreakable by the hammers of hatred, famine, disease Protecting the fragile being Each touch a gift of life A true connection Fill it with song and dance Equality 3/3/09 Tempt me with the nectar of the forbidden fruit Soothe me with the aloe of a cold stare Penetrate the hold closing in my heart Purple skies awaken the tombstones while children clean their hands with the dirt of dearly departed Candy droplets float off the clouds of white dancing into the wide open air of the future Tempted by innocence they dance Tapping in the night fog echoing in the wind A celebration of life choreographed by angels and shepards Royalty bows to the peasant son Order is restored with a smile
Save Me 3/1/09 You saved me tonight Reminding me that each moment is a new Reality spun from the fantasy of life's novel You are the mother to my child Remembering what I tried so hard to forget The first caress is the final verdict of sanity I am running to you in a direction different from my own only to find I am older but still remain; awaiting my first steps I found you under a cloud I awake lost in shelter alone in your arms Forgiveness with no self regret spreading like cancer in a valley drowning in tears of salt and sugar With closed arms I open up for the moment of a single touch Optimistic Sadness 3/1/09 The visionary presence of a tomorrow shattered in the trenches of past mistakes Freedom is the envy of cherished pride Symbolic gestures plastered on subway walls of homeless poets preach what the rest of us cannot see Dancing in a bed of snow, we glee to the sounds of journeyman guided by the flutes of the wind A symphony of sweet illusions welcomes the night air The earth is a blanket for bystanders awaiting the performance of a new day The sunrise a preamble to an act of mysticism The curtain bows under the ocean floor The crowd applauds and rests Act II is but moments away
Train Whistle 2/28/09 The sound of train whistles in the night with tracks nowhere to be found The heart pounds in the dead of silence Thoughts of unknown lucidness spur anxiety as tiny particles of self doubt attack with piercing pain in the soul’s last resort The walls close as miles turn to inches and darkness becomes the glow of unrecognized light The body lifts from its earthly place between the clothe of the mind The fear grows lower as a presence forms all around The wind speaks its welcome to the gates Chimes unite as the band of eternity begins The phobia of the nightmare becomes the invitation to enlightenment The innocence of birth is again the reality hidden in the sub-conscience of conviction Able to close the eyes Uncertain if they will see the light of the earth and moon The stare of oblivion walks the path of paradise in search ease of rest The darkness grows darker, the gaze clearer The warmth of the sand brings comfort in the darkness A million points of light fill the empty sky An angel bleeds the air we consume The pillars crumble in fields of golden grass Listen to the voices of mortality open a chorus of hymns Take comfort in the reason for the unexplained chain of life’s journey Alone lightning strikes down the powers of the weak It the darkness we find peace The winds at bay The skies a willful power of the comfort of your touch My arms around your soul I hold your breath in hopes of capturing the fragrance of life. A baby welcomes life as its eyes see the world for the first time The passion of life is the love left on the meeting ground of the proverbial heart Beckon on the beauty that passes us each moment of the confused path we lead in life
Message to mom on her birthday:
2/14/09
Thank you for being honest with me about my life choices Thank you for being firm and teaching me right from wrong Thank you for unconditional love Thank you for inspiring me Thank you for giving me everything I could ever need Thank you for faith and spirituality Thank you for not being afraid to cry Thank you for your laughter Thank you for the late night talks Thank you for never forgetting to tell me you loved me Thank you making me feel like I was your favorite Thank you for screaming out the window when it was time for dinner Thank you for the cheesy gifts that were from your heart Thank you for missing me when I wasn't there Thank you for making the most of all our time together Thank you for the mediocre dinners you tried so hard to make Thank you for loving QVC Thank you for being so opinionated Thank you for being you. Thank you for always being in my mind Thank you for giving me the courage to write my book. The First Time 1/31/09 In her eyes I am never sick In her eyes I never shed a tear In her eyes I see the eternal smile of an angel She absorbs me in the fountain of love glowing in the moon I blink to close the gap between reality and fantasy She completes the transition between the fantasy of my words and the reality of her kiss It showers petals of rosebud Our fingers slide into a corridor of transcendental transience Love is a random act of randomness in a world of preconceived actions Our worlds collide on a new dawn Awaken to a new dream Let me into your home Today I rest as I open my eyes for the first time
Affliction 1/21/09 The ringing doesn't stop The pulse of the heart of authority shakes fear into the mind brainwashed by reality The enemy is at war with the enemy The victim lies in ruins under the sands of defeat A true Tsunami of inner peace Flags fly among the smoke The rim flows of fruit The eyes sparkle in white In a surreal dream children play harmonies of fear Forgive humanity Blame is self-afflicted
Shadows 1/21/09 Drinking the venom of temptation in a room of empty shadows dancing the music of loneliness Drowning in a draught of frozen sunlight Forever is a vision led by the blindness of temptation In the ministry crowds gather with sacrifices of the first born welcoming their birth to the final resting place of the soul strapped to the virtues of extreme purity Bow to the zen of our sins Light the flame of awakening
Sinking Soul 1/17/09 I am the rock on a sinking ship My soul in the water I lay and wait Floating under the surface of reality A euphoric arrhythmia of rippled emotion Drinking the blood of the deep sea Panoramic views of the widescreen effect of the time spent in the belly of the devil’s beast Gentle strokes of greens and blues cascade through the veins as pneumonia sets in on the mind Corruption is the seed that dwells in the veins of fortified nutrients With the paint on the walls, messages of lost sailors reflect of the mystery of the future of the unborn With outstretched hands the water covers the body as the souls lifts into the mist
Bittersweet Serenity 1/4/08 Serenity seen through the pane of a window reflecting back to the eye of imagination Guided through a tunnel of light Every corner your picture appears in the eclipse in my mind The quiet home of ruins blessed by word of omission The actions of a dark shadow case over a broken soul Trees fall on the battlefield Hearts buried under a cross of obscurity The enemy is gone but remains Close the shades Bow in the chapel Wait for release from the stare of morning rise
Defiant Idol 12/30/08 Words of the defiant terror resonate on the porcelain heart of the child lost at sea In the arms of a mother, cries wake the thunderous roar of millions of silent screams From across the universe lovers fly to the illusion of a profound truth The being of translucent fear awakened the deep deepness of self regret Chimes in the distance wake the underground lords A new idol rises from the ashes of our own blood soaked hands to form the weary storms of life
For: Bethany Anne Beautiful Angel Brought down from heaven from the angels above Wings of silk and the eyes of a cherub The soft beat of your warm heart dries the tears of happiness in our eyes Our hands reach out to you to complete our circle You are the foundation of the future and a gift for all time Today not only begins your journey in life but ours as well Together we three are one We will guide you We will protect you We will love you But most of all, we will let you be your voice for the future Your laughter is our comfort with each day we open our eyes and be thankful for you, beautiful angel Our Bethany Anne
Angel of Peace 12/12/08 A summer breeze penetrates the foundation of my heart Your soft silhouette in the moonlight sends shivers down my soul, yearning for the nourishment of a generous heart Each word a reminder of the unique gift planted in my home Waiting for the power of your love to shine on the developing seed Each breath comfort Each thought on outreach for peace Each touch a reminder your presence is near The sun sets on another day but your voice a gift of hope I wake and welcome each day with an embrace locked in my conscious With an extended hand, I reach Closing the gap Each day, a new step Footsteps in the sand placing permanent foundations of our journey I wait I smile I sing the lullaby of Brandie, my angel
Civilization Reborn 11/8/08 Civilization list in a time of dire need Quest on the trail of formality Snow falls on the desert The shores beg for thirst The skies reign out the fury of eternal peace parting the clouds to the flight of dreamers The seeds are planted in the sands of death Children provide nutrition with the prayers of prophets Fulfilling reminders of ancient scrolls resting in the temple of our hearts Recitation without repetition Remember our mistakes to always repeat Cry in a pool of laughter and spill the passion on the feet that will guide Let the wings of desire spread as we lift to new heights With the power of compassion the dirt is broken A new seed is born
Written on a Stone 8/3/08 Lonely roads we go down streets no names found Names on walls protected by the prophets of the underground Say it out loud with the silence of honesty Express your pain with the jubilance of happiness You are the philosopher of the philosophy inside your dreams Expressiveness is the minority of repression We are poets of our actions Lead the winds of individualism Individualize thought that internalize the promises of our destiny We are present at the birth of intellect Bow to self sacrifice We belong to ourselves
A Madison Dream 10/27/08 Is it too late to save the light inside your fleeting heart? A leopard without a mother wandering the jungle in search of the passion of solitude Life is moving out of control while the projector reel in your mind moves in slow motion Running toward peace Praying in silent screams An angel on your back but hidden in the shadow of regret Will you miss me when you release me tonight? Your future is a map erased by mistakes of the past Hope, a guiding force powered by weakness and led by the spiritual wise men charting a path in your dreams The moment is passed covered in blankets of satin Warmth fills a sense of needs as his touch softens your warm skin Your eyes only an enemy of the true beauty hidden in the subconscious darkness Let the sun warm your sun with the heat of your purity Reach out your hand, close your eyes Your answer is near...can you feel the touch?
A Click in the Night 7/15/08 He sits alone Memories flash on a screen filled with ghosts of a person longing for retreat An aging chest filled with lost rebellion Let us dwell in peace; for our soul rests on soft whispers of time passing through the course of existence Final destination only a reminder of what we cannot hold on to Remind the gatekeeper to lock the door and never look behind Fear burdens the shield of discontent A new season; a rebirth Tragedy is silence cheering eternal victory The crowd is tense but no one near Our winter has just begun
The Freak Inside Don't admit to anything not known in the presence of the sun Follow the mystery of the circus as you enter the tent into yourself Freaks disguised in the clothes of the establishment lying motionless in tombstones waiting for the wake up call of the horns Our weakness; the ability to love Leave alone the togetherness of fortitude Light a cigarette of grey and enjoy the solitude of ambiguity Live through the embrace of another Break apart Find the wrong in right and the right in ourselves
Windmill Round and round it spins Alone in a field of sunflowers Guiding the lost wind on its way The mill is empty The cows gone leaving behind an imprint of simpler times Whistling tumbleweed run reckless with abandon The sun yields a romantic choir of hope Lower the clouds so the children can touch the sky Singing of dreams to the judges in the distance lying under shaded oak Through the grass we run shrinking away what is lost
Rebirth of Faith 8/29/08 Simple gestures of love lead to greatness Too numb to see the happiness before our eyes To blind to the insecurities of self manifested failure Hide in the music slipping between thoughts racing in our head Give life to a feeling Release the gates of compassion written in a soliloquy of modern idealism With this pen the preamble of unborn children is written in the ancient stone Blood dripping from the holy wall into the mouths of the suffering giving energy to weak and unguided soul
Spiritual Exploration 10/12/08 Balloons fly in the open sky Winding its path to the blue skies Thrust into vast unknown where color and time meet Messages of ghostly voices shattered The silence of comfortable sound Wings spread with the rising sun warming the caves of our loneliness The flight of man is an unparalled mystery of flowered salvation Clues of an end offer solidarity to the union of souls gathering in the temple of spiritual exploration Leaving behind a bible filled with the blood of hope
Forbidden Soul My heart holds a truth It is held captive by an inner fear A fear fueled by intimate desire The beauty and spirit of the human soul express the light of pure emotion It burns the iris of the deceitful and misled but guides the pure innocent child to shelter A powerful presence has made its way forward With it, a heart so pure A love so nourishing A hope so glimmering An emotional bond so strong The power and tranquility of the breathtaking aura is the union of two souls in the garden of life Upon the forest shines heaven's light From the angels above To the wonders below The gates of love have opened its doors Come, my precious angel The pen can only lead The will is yours....
A Message for You I am a simple man that knows no truth Except for the pain I feel in my heart with every waking moment of your absence With the sun I know light Through a child's eyes I know innocence Through failure I know success Through your inner beauty and warmth I know love A bird is lifeless without its song The sun is alone without the companionship of the moon A gentle breeze has sent my heart into your arms Alone we are trapped Together we are free True love is the unconditional feeling that guides you out of bed and caresses your soul with fulfillment, joy, happiness, pain, sorrow and eternal warmth You are my love Be my sun and I will be your sky
The Fall 11/8/08 A rainbow over the clouds Magic lingering high above the earth Bouncing in symmetry in an eternal bed of cotton The sun and stars a mobile growing in the corner of a newborn's eyes Laughter fills the ears Smiles the soul With beauty there is awe A Glimmer A stare A deep trance Awakening the endless horizon Finite infinity With wonder we cease My end realizes a new means With open arms I release my being and fall
The Hostage Within Hold on, reach out Save a life with one single breath Be true to the only truth that is not your own Your eyes see the hurt in a young child's whispering soul Alone a hostage in a sea blue a blaze with flames through the clouds Silent prayer in the classroom Crowds cheerful in hopes of a better world Music all around We are the muse to the soundtrack of our life Chimes ring as the church doors open and the doves fly
Awakening 10/12/08 Follow the crowd of strangers walking through your mind The hourglass of time a reminder of the stillness in your heart Glitter and sparkle Glitter and sparkle Decency walks with a cane in the sands of an illusive desert Warm sand soaks the toes stretching for the pond of utopia Pounds of mind blowing showers drench the numbness in the mind with a rainbow of awakening Believe 8/10/08 The past is a reminder of what was good Can we regain the trust of our childhood or have we lost it to the demons waiting for a sign of penetrating release Tranquility is hidden in dreams portrayed as visions of solitary confinement of a burial over the sands of burden Where will the body rest when themind has softened the blow of existence Days slide through the sands of time falling with the gravity of mortality Hope is the new tomorrow A world created by the faith in the cornerstone of our evolved mind Believe Today Remember Always Courage on a String 8/5/08 Dreams are the untouchable answer to the great unknown release from the sharp thorns of reality Commentary deep within the jungles of our mind remind us of the struggles we face Words are the dictionary of thought stacked in the library of reminders building shadows of doubt of yesteryear The book of life is unwritten by angels watching you course the path of tomorrow With a pen of blood permanent reminders plastered on the whaling wall tortured by the silence of an unborn generation
Constant Motion 7/23/08 She was the one I wanted every day wanting her more A vision so clear clouded in the confusion of clarity A confession of innocence drawn from the lips of Satan Written in the blood of pure holy water Standing still in constant motion Children drinking the wine poured from the deception of a promise too sacred for the faint Satin skin a bed for the lonely wolf resting on the path between home and nowhere The whistle blows as the railroad welcomes the passengers to the new dawn
Child Lost 7/22/08 One flame out Two flames out A family lost by internal demons severing our soul to the evil presence lurking deep inside the foundation of mortality With a long deep penetrating tear the mother wanders the forest alone gathering food for the departed Time is an enemy to those that remain With burden there is suffering Hours soaked up minutes as the naked crow watches over the shadows following behind Dust settles on the rising sun to one flower in the sky Some awake to the memory of tomorrow Some leave the future behind
Dream Clouds 8/29/08 Propaganda of misfortune is leading us forward to the rise of a new sun Tiny putters of footsteps in the night are shielded by the protection of the darkness Time holds you in absolute stillness as the fog races through the streets The stars look down The earth is alive with clusters of dream clouds above our heads Life is rented but for a short time |
