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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 Ownership is the rare privilege we take when we possess true love Guile is the flight of weakness Humility is strength floating on inner beauty
Long Way Home 7/25/2008 A Journey Begins The uncontrollable yearning to turn back and bow to the shadows of yesteryear Forgive my patronage to this asylum of insane comfort Paint the walls with graffiti I pattern with visions of a new tomorrow The first step is the end of a path paved by the dirt of change An adolescent journey out of the grave and into the clouds With this word begins my book Empty pages await roads unpaved by the clenched hands Walk with me now for tomorrow I am on my own
Reunion 7/24/08 It's moving so fast With a blink a family is born A childhood left behind Here I stand left wondering Has my moment passed? Reflection is only an enemy to the one that looks Can we see beyond our eyes? Expressive solitude quiets the spoken word A sign, a glimmer, a sense This moment but strings of reminders building on eminent surrender With a white flag I bow to destiny
Delusional Fantasy 8/23/08 I found you in a dream last night lost in a garden of sunflowers Unsung verses along the path Trapped in my mind, lost in your soul The path of subconscious thought is the predecessor to the delusion of fantasy Wake up to a sleep that will not end Brightness in the shadow of darkness A journey to your home under the stars Open your eyes By your side I will be
Once 8/19/08 The musical interlude of greatness on the lips of the pure and unconditional Fear is the weakness of the Lord Say it with me Heal my broken spirit and lift me above the insecurity of love Losing myself in the penetration of your heart Once I found Once held you Once I remembered you Once I never forget
Samples From My Most Recent Publication: If you would like to purchase a copy please go to any major bookseller online or for a signed copy please use paypal above. Sonni’s Abyss A Collection of Poetry by Mark A. Leon
BIOGRAPHY Mark A. Leon “The Voice of the Modern American Poetry” Mark A. Leon was born and raised in Hopatcong, New Jersey. He attended Rutgers University for his undergraduate and graduate studies. Mark has traveled and lived in Italy, Germany, Spain, Switzerland, Denmark, Mexico, Alaska, France and various other diversified area of the United States to harness inspiration for his writings. Mark attributes most of his writing style an emotional subject matter to his family who has always supported his endeavors.
DEDICATION To my Mother and Father, Sandra and Solomon They are my true life teachers Thank you for always believing in my talents I would like thank those that have helped me achieve the goal of my first published works including, Rhonda, David, Howard, my parents, Bruce and Daniel, Kimberly V for being in my life for some many years and still my best friend, Sonni, the inspirational force behind the title and cover and my fellow world traveler, Jenny who taught me how to love, Kim and Annie who taught me how to commit to something, Racquel for proving you can make a spiritual connection that can transcend time, Brian, Michael and Neil and all of Tinsley 3 whom without them college would not have been the same, Rachelle, who could always see the good in others, Jake and Nicole who stuck with me through the bad times, Scott, for making all his life and career dreams a reality, the N.U.T.S. that taught me that life is a complete cycle of fulfillment, Dee for helping me get my life back in the right direction after I was excluded from society for so long, Will, who taught me not to give up on ambition not matter how long it takes, Jason for being my best friend growing up, Lad the dog no one will ever forget, Heather for giving me....you know, Maxine and Frank for welcoming us to the neighborhood and never walking away,
INTRODUCTION It takes a very special soul, to capture the emotions of man, from happiness, to grief and love, they number as many as the grains of sand, which lie upon the vast shoreline, where he walks to clear his head, and there he finds inspiration, for a beautiful poem instead. On a clear night you can see forever. He writes of sun and moon and stars, and from the grassy knoll he lies upon, of the eclipse and sparkling Mars. He writes of natures seasons, their vast and wondrous display. Where common man fails to see, he finds the beauty in every day. His writing became a passion, for what his heart could not contain, and as he shares his thoughts with you, he is vulnerable once again. With this vulnerability, he reaches out for your hand, for he wants to bring you happiness, and help you to understand, that if you want to live life fully, you have to open up your heart, take down the walls that divide you, for we each are only a part, of this diverse humanity, which loves and hopes and grieves and dies, and in his dream like poetry, you shall be honestly surprised, for in it lies a mirror, reflecting the emotions of today, things that you've felt in your heart, with an emotion you could not convey, for his is a special gift he'll pull your dreams down off the shelf, and as you get lost in Sonni's Abyss, you just might find yourself.
- Jill Pendley
Inner Strength Where do we go now? It may lead to the end of the beginning It may bring us to a place inhabited by our worst fears Fear is strength It holds the destruction of grace on a podium sacrificing words of dead prophets in ancient hymns Promises of eternal unification Now is the only certainty that words cannot explain and thoughts cannot break Destroy yesterday, forget tomorrow and wait for it Open your eyes and see the moment with complete passion Present the fury of fear with the hidden desire of love Greatness Life is the ordinary development of uncertainty Each day is a clear explanation of the certainty that will not happen Each page is pre-written by boys and girls living the dream of all dreams Waiting for a moment, a time, a sign Turn around, the followers are ahead now Lead through the path cleared by history filled with gold and diamonds Riches await the dreamer and dreams await the visionary that understands what we refuse to see Believe the unbelievable Achieve the unachievable Be afraid of nothing but fearful of everything We are the leaders but need not leadership We must step into vines of poison for poison can be wisdom to the focused eye Convince yourself of the desperation that creates a self inflicted world of mystical clarity Tie the rope to the end of the cliff the hovers below your fortress of safety If you want it, take it. If you can see it, reach for it and hold it; don’t ever be afraid to let go
Blind Innocence Life is a variable reminder of what lies ahead Ahead of the clouds that cover the skies Ocean of the ocean that thunders below Eyes of blue look down from the heavens A child points up to a smile he can only see releasing a glow of humility in a desensitized society We all run for a destination We all pray for the hopeless We all hope for the prayer that will answer the silent question written on the beds of our mind like a deal made by an atheist in the presence of the devil We are hypocrites in a structured world Dare to live but never live a dare The journey south begins with the healing of broken wings from birds not yet born to a life not yet lived Birth is a destination, naïve to the educated, confusing to the purest of knowledge; spelling lesions of life with blood dropping from the sky and spelling out the word of four ancestors for only the blindness of innocence to see Oriental Blossom Make love through song Harmonies flow through your outstretched arms Eyes of crystal radiance transcribe verses of centuries past bellowing in the chimes of the morning bells The artist brushes strokes of silky hair over the innocent curves of your smile When you minds made up only the soul can release the temptation of absence Let the sky lead the birds to the coldest of all warmth Led by the lost but safe from the humanity of humans Through prayer; inspiration Bow your heads to the silent heroine singing the lyrics of our deepest thoughts Be one together holding a charm of hope shining a light through the darkness of what lies ahead
Remember My will is gone but not forgotten Like a runaway train, I am off the tracks and out of control My soul is a runaway; living on the streets searching for a new meaning Each sunrise deteriorates the spirit Under the stars, the night protects this fragile pawn naked to a world controlled by neglect and tortured hatred Ignite a flame Rekindle the light that awakened fondness Remember the hugs; remember the smiles; remember the late night talks and always a clear conscious when you head hits the pillow The flame burns not for today but yesterday It can’t return to the comfort it once knew; but be comforted by the thoughts represented by this light
Anyone Else Cut me and I will not bleed Kill me and I will not die Pillage me and I will not feel invaded Fuck my soul and rape my dreams My heart is a virgin on a cross bleeding for the sins of man To long I have cried My tears too valuable to be wasted on hopeless reminders of mortality Hope comes in a paper bag filled with temporary reminders of happiness Have I been dealt the right eye for my sinful regression? My eye is blind to the sight of the living spirit that left my side so many sunrises ago Pages on the wall turn with the wind Time continues in slow motion Someone talk to me but don’t say a word in my presence I wish I was anyone but me; anywhere but here I keep running out of time I woke up today dead but still breathing the air of the living
Near But Gone Dreaming away the night protected by the darkness that places a blanket over my fears I am soothed by the familiar thoughts of a mother sitting next to my ailing soul holding my hand and putting a sea of peaceful waves into the corners of my mind Lying on a bed of stones crushing the pores of my tortured body taken over by a death filmed in slow motion and repeated over and over in the theater inside my head Each memory played in rewind until the blood covers my body and drips away what I cannot forget I am drenched in a past that is tattooed in my memory with poisoned ink Serving as a permanent reminder of my inability to reach out and return the same protection that provided security all my life Now I am alone but always surrounded by the ghosts of a past that will never die I look up, she is there I look down, not to clear To the left she appears; to the right nightmares aware I close my eyes and with each second of darkness a million thoughts of visual agony formulate It is a utopia of inner destruction taking over my body one moment at a time and never to stop until ashes remain
Long Cry She called out for help only to be heard by the gates of hell Raped of her sense; a burial in her mind The numbness feels so good It is the ecstasy of my self loathing void I’ll see you around when around dissolves the memories of life Bleed with me through the walls that hold me captive Scream the kettle tune as it boils over in my veins Wake to the past of a single rose; a single visitor on the knees of the earth that bares us and now shelters this eternal home
Peace In your Dreams Can you hear me calling for I have not said a word I reach for your beauty only to catch the air that we share apart Release your thoughts through the timeless look in your eyes Open your heart but don’t let me in A smile captivated in the clouds A glow radiating from the setting sun My mouth is blind, my eyes are speechless Bittersweet dreams, my only reminder of a beauty only to be seen by the guardian angels protecting the clouds Time pauses for you as the flowers sing your song of harmony and hope You are words of wisdom unspoken; dreams unfulfilled You are a glimmer in time whose memory will last a lifetime Hold your dreams close and hopes closer for the chimes of life ring a new song echoing your names to the heavens Behold a vision, but for a second never to be forgotten
Satin Breath Under her breath, as she sleeps voices of angels sing Protected over a cloud of prayer, chimes ring to the sounds of forefathers of generations past Like porcelain, the finely sculpted curves of her body rest in motion with only the sounds of silence to protect her from the thoughts that bellow in her heart Tonight the gates of clarity open its path shadowed by uncertainty and wonder She is one, mother and daughter; shared souls walk together Under a bed of satin, the breath of two become one. Time freezes a picture of purity captured in innocence transcended in the poetry of hope Submerged in clear blue waters, the skies open its blanked and wrap them into a journey above the heavens
Silent Yearning Her silence tears me up inside The burning innocence in her eyes yearn to call out A barrier of forbidden love releases its prowess They reach out for a connection; but denied the word of the heart We wait in breathless ambition
Misguided Misguided innocence murdered in broad daylight Darkness warms our fears with an enchanting aroma of tropical mango from the decaying remains in time It is in our hearts we pray It is with our mouths we rejoice in song Two words etched in stone deep in the caves of fallen legend Leaders perished Villains rose above the law of man drenching their hands in the holy water of immortality Forever laughing with each cry of death Reborn in metal and rebuilt in a stone mountain of steel; one by one a new layer has tendered to its destiny Under a blanket of sharp knives glass is cut into a razor sharp cross of lust Power-stricken desire swallows the edges leaving behind charity and vision to unlock the key to tomorrow
The Rising I heard you screaming deep in the corner of my brain My heart pounding with each murmur of conscious doubt Healthy vibrations resonate on the sick terrain of a land of lost love A cloud of hope covers the imagination of the immaculate child sheltered by the womb of protected time She kissed away the last grain of sand sunk deep inside the desert in my eyes Smoke rises from my ashes Life begins with a flame lit by the promise of a new beginning
Alone I can see the light of heaven I can feel the fire of hell I crawl for the first time yet I have not been born A finger snaps and life has passed leaving behind a permanent reminder of what will soon be forgotten Resting on the tombstone a rainbow of flowers wilting away from the passing of months of cold and darkness I sit alone surrounded by ghosts chained to their eternal resting place Comforted by the silent whistling of wind I rest my spirit above the ground that will soon take me as its own I’m at peace with my future Born alone, live alone, die alone
Ideological Peace From a bar not distant from our own, a lonely man showered in intellectual uncertainty A drink is poured; a smile shared Fondness of a momentary companionship to be shared A stare, a sip, a gaze of agreement for a word never spoken The sun sends shadows over the glisten of newly polished wine glasses With a single lure, the impending conversation begins; the magic of disagreement forces the tide Debate ensures as two candidates stare into the view of visually omitted audience Realism and ideology hold swords at arms length preparing for battle. The blood of an innocent army of children is poured over the plains of our future The fight continues another day but the glass is empty The candidates retreat with the setting sun; a new day, a new strategy awaits
Voyeur An angled glance of unintentional voyeurism formulates the embrace of two hands sharing the security of one space A brush of the hair, a kiss on the cheek, a head on the shoulder The motion picture in my head is plotting out the stabilization of the notion of a modern romantic scenario A kiss covers the tracks of an elusive affair not to be revealed to the main character The action will disguise a pain She shared body of the wicked soul; the voyeur knows The lie is the clarity of the truth to the unflawed observer Five feet, two minds, two stories….yet one truth
Audience of One The scorching sun plays strings of fire Descending clouds color the fields of grey Harmonious whistles blow off the coast to be settled into peaceful obscurity With a leap of faith, the earth rises; trees soar Birds deliver the messages castaway by the sea Present arms as the followers continue on the unknown path with the omnipotent leader hidden from the mortal eyes The sinners sell innocence for profit; hearts on the ground lay peacefully to rest
Wicked Running toward the shine of a soft moment of glorious paradise Never stopping for the truth along the path Words disguised as feelings playing off the lips of deception Oh, this time it is real on the stones of false promises The glass hides the images of emotions bleeding in silence and flowing down the cracks in the perfect pathway Can you see the ghost recite absolute proverbs hiding under a costume designed by the demons we created with time? We are all chasing shadows trying to buy a life only on loan to us from the heavenly spirits The epilogue will read that life was a failure in a world where success is a cliché of desperation blinded in a euphemism of children reciting the words of teachers trying to main innocence as long as the rains of aging hold back Compassion hold tight as inexperience grows to hate and hate to awareness to denial of the infinite end The sun sets on another quiescent day and all is at peace for the moments we rest our wicked minds
One bullet, millions of shattered dreams flow in a stream of blood
Life’s Darkness Black is your mystery Darkness is your strength Light burns through the solitary enchantment penetrated deep within a forest of thought A spell is blown in the dust of time; oceans crash and rivers flow into an abyss of infinite destiny Shattered dreams reveal hope in a time of disillusionment Broken glass tiptoeing through grains of fine sand lingering from a storm of silence Sounds of fury scream only to be heard by no one Infinity has found its end leaning on the edge of life’s grave Each grain falling six feet deep and a million miles below Emptiness flows as the rivers meet and the skies and the calling can now be heard
The Answer for Hope Do you love me? Do you need me? Do you yearn for my every touch? Do you reach for me when I am not there? Do you call me when you are in fear? Do you hold my heart close to you? Am I your home when you need salvation? Am I your friend when your heart has no direction? Am I your lover when your lips need a soft touch? Am I your provider when you need shelter? We are one separately, but we are two together
Translucent Childhood I know you’re here in spirit watching over me with a tombstone hovering over my head Your memory is dark Don’t watch me My grieving has clouded my ideology of the pureness of your love Be aware, my sins cry for forgiveness for death needs blame Pain follows me two steps behind like a shadow following its owner to certain demise Deep prose echo variances of familiar sounds of youth hidden in the backpacks of children only known by those on the other end of the mirror Reflections in time remind me that my future is forgotten and my past paves a light ahead I can feel myself inside the comfort of your rose petals A sweet smell of caramel and lemon nectar invade my head hypnotizing the fruits of hope with an artists rendition of home Playful and wild; soft and safe; return to the shelter now transformed to darkness Untitled As I lie beneath the open sky the uncertainty that surrounds is illuminated by heaven’s light Beautiful sounds fill my mind of a sweet lullaby I close my eyes as I begin my plight My life aches of an inner emptiness Help me, dear Lord seek salvation Open my heart to peace and happiness The moment is seized by a vision We are but a creation but each possesses a purpose The answer lies within It must be found to achieve eternal destination I hold my hand secure to my heart….I wait To Jessica, With Love Your words ring like a silhouette in the sand Grains of tranquility rain like fire rushing through the trees to a destiny of ruin The beat within holds back its sexy flame waiting for the rose to unlock its fury captivated in love Your weapon; your words Your weakness; the unknown Your fortress is protected by a distance undefined by man Laughter breaks the barriers Lust destroys the walls Desire draws a path to you Along its route a split To the left forbidden passion; to the right a sun with two doors A decision is held in the hands of the wise only to be viewed by the purest of heart
Across the Bar The sparkle of silver radiates from the gentleness of her fingers Her eyes scream of confusion with every pure sound of harps resonating the echoes of angels singing hymns of love The night air waits in breathlessness for the morning to arise Two strangers stare into the emptiness across the table as thoughts, not to be spoken fill the air Time is standing still as innocence disappears and emotion has taken over controlled thought Their skin touches Hearts race for a finish line not be found Holding close to a moment each hopes will never end The sun has conquered the evening stars; a new day has arrived Now a dream created by the innocence of a kiss has come to an end Today has become the tomorrow we hoped would never come Remember the moment that took our hearts away as we stared from across the bar Passion Can she possibly know the truth? I am inside her now Reaching into the abyss of untainted sexuality Subtle curves pave the way to the impenetrable castle Do not enter, the sign reads Beware of the unspeakable truth cautions my deepest thoughts Fueled by passion, driven by desire and warmed by a smile only to be seen by the true believer She is the prize for a contest that does not exist Where does it end? Straight ahead, eternity clouds my vision For Ina From the east, a journey to a new land Mysterious hopes hidden in western dreams following a path void of glory Family is pictured in your mind intoxicated by poisons surrounding you From the distant morning clouds a voice of reason praises thoughts of poetic solitude In despair, a ray of light shining through the gates of a new tomorrow The stars, a point of reflection Under one sky we are all one Holding hands up to the infinite abyss and singing songs for all to hear Millions of faceless bodies colliding searching for the grail of the complete heart A daughter reaches for her mother over troubled waters creating a bridge of promise that cannot be broken
Wedding Vows You came into my life like a warm breeze As quickly as the sun rose, the sun settles on what seemed but a moment in time You warmed my heart with you innocence You soothed my soul with your gentle laughter We traveled thousands of miles to find each other but always letting go Maybe letting go was the only way I could realize how much I needed you Life was always about me I didn’t need anyone; the road was my strength but that was only an illusion The only truth now stands before me and completes the journey I have been on all my life I found my home and that home is you. Canvas of Water I reach out and rejoice in an ocean of passionate waves The heart of the sea showered by rose petals taming the intensity of its dominance on our weak spirit Skies of grey Seas of blue Colors of abundance stimulate a rainbow of solitary tranquility Wild flowers reach for Heaven revealing the smell of a newborn untainted by life Grains of sand through my fingers return home spreading over the earth laying the carpet for the idle explorer washed on the beach in search of a new home Reflections of the sun, like a painting without a title, bring light to the ocean canvas The wind is talking in verse, rhyming from the west; a poem of love that the lonely fisherman, far from his land hears with his heart The stars connect one by one A puzzle with no end but a continuous beginning with new chapters written each day The sun is a storyteller and us its children We sit back and listen to the words of our future not yet written Eternal Encounter of Love Love is the essence of beauty It is the inner most thoughts that warm our soul It is the smile of innocence from a young child It is the blossoming flower of a bright spring morning The power of love prevails as sure as the stars shine from the heavenly skies Help us, Dear Lord realize the true sign of endless peace and happiness known as love… The Guardian of Darkness Feel me penetrate the surface of the moon watching over you and pulsating a glow that corrupts your body with illumination Heat and passion run like waves hiding under the clouds Tones of gray and blue coat the fields of darkness awakening from a deep sleep The sun fills the night with magic Steady confusion brings stability to chaotic silences screaming in our heads Sounds of music from an organ buried with the soil of memories Layers of past, present and future deafen the soft sounds of life falling deeper and deeper into the core of lava and flames Each second, another year Each year, a fallen leaf Each sunrise, a longing for the night Each baby christens a new beginning to an already established end The guardian sleeps for his job is complete The gates to the grave, a new home protected only by the light of eternal darkness
Love Lost My heart stopped and the wind has blown its final gust The symmetry of life is thrown off with the echo of a fleeting heart breaking over the rocks of time Gather your thoughts and hold them tight in the box of memories hidden deep within the abyss of purgatory Love is but an illusion covered in the horror of passing poets and dreamers, only to be buried inside the empty grave Deep in the ground screams bellow through the rocks and the aches of generations of lost souls hoping for an escape from the eternal loneliness that has caged them Can the sun shine again over an empty sky or has the fatal darkness taken hold of a lifeless world One innocent symbol remains Pure as the morning dew moistening the pillowing greens that color the ground It calls for answers with no reply It hollers for the truth to a question silenced by time It holds a handful of emptiness disguised as hope Love is lost but has never been found Hell above and heavens below and in the middle fear of a happiness growing in the halls lit by darkness and illuminated by the blood of the sacrificed The canyon holds a final resting place with a tomb yet to be inscribed Looking down I see my future Heartbeat The heart is a sin covered by layers of protective innocence and a mask of undiscovered knowledge Within each translucent beat radiates a power unmatched by the strength of ten horses It surfaces with the smell of sweet perfume or the final steps of a lost love It can stop without missing a beat or empower you with a feeling of completeness With each cry of a newborn or the soft sensual touch of a woman’s lips, it coats your senses with impulses of soft rose petals covering the surface of a freshly planted garden Awakened to the quiet roar of a heartbeat, a new love is born racing to you in hopes of finding the path to your heart Meet Me Halfway The clouds have parted, awakening a new tomorrow A ray of light enchants the wave of red flowing through an emotional storm of confusion The gift is its power The curse a bond felt by the aching of two hearts Intoxicated with your beauty within Drowning in a pool of solitary longing Nourishment is the only means of survival Your touch, your breath each hold a key to an escape Looking into the path guided by your eyes, I see the hope of a new future All we hear are sounds of silence fill the air as our gaze grows deeper with each moment Time is no and now is the time Yesterday, today and tomorrow have a new meaning Lightning strikes; thunder crashes and rain washes away the fears left behind and provides for a new hope Last Goodbye Fragile as the wind Our life but an echo in time planted in the seeds of life for all eternity A whisper of hello began our slow goodbye Holding close to a memory locked in the hearts of two A moment in time sealed away but always alive with the hope of a new tomorrow Can we begin...
Life’s Dream Reflections in time mystify a spirituality hovering through the ages of memories lost in painful light above our mortal skies Searing ahead like a jet without wings Reaching forward, pulling back Hiding motionless in a cloud of concrete with nothing beneath but the faith to defy reality Skin is shedding away all the remorse stricken in the blood flow and dripping from the pores With all his might he releases the bondages chained up under pillars of flesh and bone Moving in circles, he turns around only to be stymied by his own progress With blindness colors grow; life is clear The path has chosen its master It’s a dream now Lying on a pillow, birth appears Soon it is time to open your eyes and awake
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