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Sep 2017 · 121
Our Children Have No Idea
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
Love is not about being grown-up
I’m going to stare at you as long as it takes
Don’t you remember how it feels
When are you going to let me fall in love with you

Don’t make it seem too fast
That’s how long it took when we were young
And now we don’t have time to decide
It’s our life now and you know it’s true

It’s not too late for us
Forget everything that has happened
I realize what we’ve been through
But that was with somebody else

Maybe it’s my fault
Every flower I’ve ever sent is yours now
I just have to gather them up
And dust off the memories I’m want to forget

Don’t let our children pass us by
They don’t really know what we’ve been through
I can see the young girl in your heart
That’s what I want, can you give it to me?
Sep 2017 · 364
A Dreamer
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I saw the borders, they were open
Open for the huddled masses
I saw the sunny rain, trying to help
If it’s still true, why do I smell burning ashes?

I’m beginning to grieve, is it a just life?
I want a heart full of gladness
Is there a way to know how,
Is it mixed with too much sadness?

I drew a face in the sand; it washed away
We were all young once,
We don’t need the ocean to remind us
The wistful world lives inside the conchs

I wonder who can make me see
I already know, a bridge crosses my mind
It wasn’t a trick or a politic
Her hand was outstretched to mine

I saw the borders, they're still open
The birds fly over, following the sun
And the poor are still walking
Away from the gloom, towards God’s son
Sep 2017 · 196
Don't Preach
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I don't really understand
I read the same book
It didn't make me want to control
It just told me what I know
About how I need more
More of the things in my soul

I don't really see
The things you say to me
It's not my life or my will
It's not the past anymore
We still have a little more
But you can't accept it still

I don't really care
If you can't get it right
Just don't tell me I'm wrong
It's not the way of being free
To have to believe
In a place I don't belong

I won't tell you why
You already know
I can't say it any more
But you won't listen to me
You threw away the key
And locked my prison door
Sep 2017 · 166
New To Me
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I'm not here to hurt you
Take what you need from me
I can shed my skin
Or reload my gun again
Being empty is nothing new to me

There's a way of finding out
What kind of a man I am
Watch me sit next to my ex
Or thinking about her having ***
It's really nothing new to me

If I don't say or do anything
It's either because I don't care
Or I'm thinking too much about it
I wish I wasn't either or none of it
It would be something new to me

Nothing surprises me anymore
People can't help themselves
A rock can't be a flower
A human can't be a spring shower
It would be something new to me
Sep 2017 · 172
Alone, I Know It
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I think it’s easier to talk about tomorrow
There’s nothing wrong with it
I’ve not spoiled it for anybody
And neither have any of my promises
The past is either untrue or too much to take

I’ve been told of a universal force
As if telling the truth can change the world
I don’t know about anything like that
Nobody wants to change
They just keep buying bullets

A poet can scowl at the world
While picking flowers for his mother
There’s so much I can’t prove
But I know something is very wrong
So many people are yelling at me

I traveled round the world in a day
It took Magellan three years
He didn’t really make it all the way
Neither did I, but I did make a friend
And it was her smile that parted time

Crying has become something to save
It’s not an unexpected moment
It’s when you clean your face in the shower
Or driving into a parking garage
While people notice how loud the music is

The way of the world is how afraid we are
Every tribe tries to survive
Bad news is a way of life for all of us
I could never send a child away
I wonder if that's what I'm doing to you
Sep 2017 · 208
Painted Dust
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
Do we talk about nothingness
Smiling with our voices
Instead of thinking of a time to confess
If we could only love the plains the same
The breathtaking expanse of distance
Walking towards a horizon picture frame
Holding hands, always together

I wondered why it was
All the romance I ever knew
Lived so far away
I kept fooling myself
Saying I wanted to love somebody
But I never knew how

Every sunset makes paintings out of dust
It is the same within my heart
The clouds of my mind, stirred only by lust
But inside the rock formations
To see your face again, reflections of love
Carve themselves, memory creations
Reminding me, once again
Sep 2017 · 186
Break Through
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
Being so hard to reach
Don't waste my time
That's me and you
But does your heart want
All the love I feel for you

I want you to feel the same
That desperation in your touch
I want to feel it from you
But your hand won't reach across
The love between me and you

It's the only thing worth living for
You told me that in a dream
I was laying next to you
I could feel your warm breath from
The love my heart put inside of you

So many things you don't want
Missing a lover missing his kiss
Missing him say I love you
But a life like that
Is a life only about you
Sep 2017 · 182
You're Still With Me
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I carry it with me wherever I go
The times we spent together
The heart I came to know

In my life I gave you my best times
We didn’t talk about the weather
It was an exploration of our minds

So many years have passed
We lost a mother and a father
But the memories are what last

I don’t think life passed me by
You’re not just an old letter
People can see you in my eye

You took your leave by your hand
I don’t know if living long is better
I don't know what God has planned

I wonder if I would want to know
Are we just a left behind feather?
There is no pretension after we go

Every year I think I’m dying
It’s when nature becomes browner
But then I survive my minds crying

I don’t live for love on the horizon
I just pray for the pollen of an old flower
The night kings finally became human
For Rick
Sep 2017 · 180
Pick A Lane
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
No matter which side you're on, the truth has it's own lane...
Sep 2017 · 121
Dream Memories
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
I think there’s a girl like that still around
Her head is full of log cabin love not yet made
Getting older is when dreams become memories
It’s like a song she lived before it’s ever been played

The only gold she ever wanted is about forever
She doesn’t want to buy candles for the shelf
It’s a simple life of braids and just enough light
She’ll draw the wick and pour the wax herself

Looking outside her door
It’s right next to the front yard
Everything she thought about
Why does life make it so hard?

She has to start wake up sooner than later
What she thought of can’t wait any longer
She has to live her life even if it’s alone
It’s time because she’s never been stronger

Looking outside her door
She hates playing pretend
A dream can be so real
Why wait for it to begin?

Is there a pillow you dream on?

I have one too
I have one too
I have one too
Sep 2017 · 200
I Won't Guess
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
You can tell a lot about a person
If you take out their trash
The things they throw away
Once meant something to them
Now it’s the another man’s problem

She’s just not going to tell you
You have to guess and hope it works
It’s better though not to pick a card
You might not be a prophet tomorrow
If you were you’d be too old for her

I’m not a prophet
I’m not a shaman
But I can tell you what’s going to happen
Somebody’s gonna’ cry
But I can’t tell you who it might be
I just hope it’s not you or me

I’m awake again in the same place
I think too much to be much fun
How can I relax under the moonlight
When I try to solve puzzles in the sky
By looking at reflections in your eye

Some guys always guess right
It’s the gift they were born with
They can be whatever it takes
Being too honest was my original sin
You didn’t tell me that’s what you wanted

I’m not a prophet
I’m not a shaman
But I can tell you what’s going to happen
Somebody is gonna’ cry
I won’t tell you who it might be
It might be you or it might be me
Sep 2017 · 241
a wonder
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
i’ve never been an actor
only degrees of myself
the mercury keeps rising
as if it has a mind of itself
it feels like a neo noir movie
dark, grim like a detective
so much I didn’t foresee
so much that’s unexpected

i have a friend, beautiful, caring
we had drinks at a restaurant
she wanted me to meet her friend
what is it that she could really want
i keep wanting to ask her about it
it’s as if my heart is afraid to die
it’s as if i can’t risk one heart beat
if only she knew my eyes don’t lie

which one is worse
being unhappily secure
or sleepless fulfillment
it’s something we all endure
i don’t worry about lunch
or buying someone a ring
i have you in all my prayers
but you only live by the wing

i wonder how one-sided it can be
dreams are only what we remember
if I tell someone then it’s not a dream
it’s just another line from an actor
it's like watching people board a plane
i’m not sure if they know why they’re going
waiting to get there is how they live
but arriving is how you’ll soon be knowing
Sep 2017 · 308
Tired of Waiting
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
He was too tired to care about much
The mistake was admiring the wrong people
He became a stranger to himself
It’s sad to find out when there’s not enough time

He started too late to make it
Now it’s too important to leave it
They say don’t go and wonder why
There’s never any reason why we live and die

He wondered which book they read
The one about the law or the one about love
He said zealots were the same as bankers
They leave envelopes in the pews and the lobby

He wanted to start as soon as he could
Thought there were knots he still had to tie
But he decided the last chapter wasn’t the end
So he tore it out before that ship came in

The pages have been turned one at a time
He thought about the ending then he remembered
They said there were two paths we can follow
But when he looks back he can only see one

He thought of sands that once burned his feet
He remembered running towards the water
It was so bright it felt like being born again
The sea told his soul it’s never too late to begin
Sep 2017 · 383
force majeure
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
water falls burning; rivers
boiling; oceans churning;
it’s never love that is wrong
if we remember how we
walked next to hand-carved
banisters; we picked them out
together; the storm won’t care;
the angels said it doesn’t matter

but it does; rebuilding a house,
it’s not home until our memories
decide to join us; can our tears
carve a new path so they can
make their way to us; can they
give thanks to the prayer that
saved our souls because all we
prayed for was to smile again?

a sea song echoing inside of
conch shells; enough to risk
singing it again alone on a still
beach; shadowed by the surge
of seabirds fleeing; their wings
promising their return as does
the melody inside the fear that
knows what it has done

when I saw you wander in without
a thought of the future; it is our
humanity crossing borders and
oceans that transported the divide
we felt when the sky was blue and
the tide was tame; and now when
it is God that tests us I reach for the
love from you that we cannot invent
Aug 2017 · 200
Sympathy For The Preacher
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I’m not looking at the camera
I’m not looking over at you
You decided you know better
You decided you know what’s true

I’m surprised how important it is to you
You hurt a friend of mine
Over something that had nothing to do with you
If you only knew how it controls your mind

Everybody wants to preach back at him
Using words you don’t believe are true
You bait the hook then blame the fish
How weak must it be to blame the fish

Does God reveal himself in a storm
In the curtain call for terror
There is no understanding
Except those who can only look for error

Where is your destination
Nobody parted the sea upon us all
So a man of god failed us again
And so too my breath failed again

I think you may have made a find
It was so easy to tell us what was true
God will remind Caiaphas why
But what will he decide about you?
Aug 2017 · 151
Houston
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Sometimes you are empty
You've said all that you can say
And then something happens
So profound
That the emptiness is filled
Not by happiness
But instead by the despair of others
Your heart is burned by the sun
When all they know is rain
And by a measure unknown to you
You have found your place
Where frivolity is not worthy
And laughter waits its turn
Until the river repents
By the banks we once loved
But now can only curse
I have many friends who are suffering through this horrible storm.
Aug 2017 · 163
Did I Wait Too Long?
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I’m calling you to tell you something
I want to marry you
It’s not how you want to be asked
That’s why I’m not asking you now
I’m telling you the direction of my heart
I heard a song about what to do with you
And now I know
But I need to find myself first
I know the things that are my own
They need to be rearranged
There is no room on the floor
Your footprints cannot be yours
If it is only my life that makes an impression
My shadow garden will be gone
And when I know who I am
I will come to call on you
If you answer the door
You will know who it is that I am
Because I will tell you
And it will be true
If you are no longer there
Then I will know I waited too long
Aug 2017 · 147
Storm Alone
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Watching the news today
Hearing the trees knock on my door
The wind escaping a bad memory
Taking it’s revenge on us all

I wondered how you were doing
The flood didn’t seem to care
It grabs you, accusing of something
You can’t deny, it’s gonna rise anyway

The sky was full of dread
I wanted to worry about it with you
You had to take care of your pets
And I know you did it better than I could

I’ll go ahead and miss you now
It’s something I might never know
We’re not together
I need to feel how it would be
To lose you before I love you
It’s like a storm following you back home

The sky was full of things I said
I wanted to know if you saw it too
You had to be strong for yourself
Aug 2017 · 244
Tidal Mistakes
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
My face is changing, I know it
Like sand dunes after high tide
Spread about, white with no end
Seaweed hair, tossed, unable to hide

People leave footprints, looking
The shells left behind don’t last long
Sand dollar smiles, conch wisdom
So much to say, I hope it’s not wrong

I’m glad someone thinks I’m worth it
Though the ocean beckons, I’m close by
Lay your towel down, I will warm your soul
Shifting time sands, either a laugh or cry

You burned your feet, I’m so sorry
Shadows became night, they felt a chill
I can’t get it right, the sun or the moon
My life can only bend to the wind’s will
Aug 2017 · 176
next summer
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
i wonder what colors you would choose
it’s easy if you can’t see them inside you
they told you to look pretty
i thought you already were
they have to pay you for their own blindness
look at me instead
i'm the mirror you can have for free
the nails you bite
i believe in them because I can see
the quiet times when you are alone
thinking about next summer
how to get there
and not just being a pretty girl
but you will because you have imagined
what I already know to be true
Aug 2017 · 313
a pause in time
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
eyes to the sky in wonder;
that which is without united us within,
if only for a moment to remember;
neither born of blessing or sin,
excepting the forbearance of our differences
by the flight of the shadowed fire fly;
and that it could be done in these troubled times,
no matter it’s haste in passing us by
Aug 2017 · 222
You're Still Living
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
He had to start thinking about her faults
Until they all became who she was
Even a blue sky can darken quickly
But his heart needs more than just because

There’s a good reason so don’t ask why
Tell yourself it’s none of your business
The two sides of love can never agree
The heart is not a willing witness

Find a mountain that’s willing
Or an ocean the rivers keep filling
Walk alongside God’s country
He’s the reason you’re still living

It’s not a New Year’s resolution
Or a habit you’re trying to break
It’s a way to find your life again
Before she became a mistake

Find a poor man to be giving
Or a child’s life you’re fulfilling
Walk with those who are hungry
They’re the reason you’re still living
Song lyrics about losing your love and knowing she's not coming back
Aug 2017 · 257
Blind Love
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
The bright side of the moon
With a dilated awakening heart
Still it could not gaze upon us
And for a moment
The dark side was all we could see

I knew it was time for us
A high noon love affair
Under celestial shadows
I could only think of you
Stay the night by daylight my love

What happens now
A reflection whispers its life away
Watching the windy rip tide out to sea
Where only disapproving eyes are blinded
When will we meet again?

I could change your life
But only knowing that I approved
That was enough for once
It had to be
For the next life is all that remains
Aug 2017 · 148
Dream Bulbs
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I woke up before the dream ended
It wasn’t that the lights in the tree were dim
Nothing dims Christmas except waking up alone
Or a dream that says maybe next time
It was how the ground felt safer than a limb

What light shines while we sleep
A world full of familiar hope and warning
Somehow we remember just enough
We provide the sketch and the brush
Hoping the night fills in the rest by morning

No shadow could interrupt long enough
For my feet or the sun had the hand on the till
I pretend not to believe what is true
And believe what I know is a lie
In dreams waiting for you still
Aug 2017 · 248
War (Verdun)
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
We saved Satan’s jewelry in the ossuary
Skulls adorning the walls
Bones piled together without a cross or star
Their shadows braided by death
No longer living in mud stained fear
The end when a poets life begins,
where a hand reaching for God
is consumed by rhymes lost in time
is only remembered by those who march willingly;
to be scorned by those who would try again
to control the destiny of those who love their children
There is no applause in the gathering place
No conversation or last rites
Their once covered their faces of shock and
their glazed eyes that once pierced every conscience
stripped by time to feed the living
No one knows their names
or who ordered them to their death
But he shot those who would run
They lay in wait for someone to say,
“That is my friend”
But nobody came
Only their mothers know they never came home
And they wait hoping someone wiped their brow
Aug 2017 · 182
Losing Touch
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
There's a change
In our world today
I wonder if it's me
I know so much
Was it my youth
I just didn't care
Or is it really true
We've lost our touch

There's a change
In the way I love
I'm sure it's me
But I think of you
You seem happy
You've been sad
Now you're not
Being single is you

It's alright though
We grow different
But it's the same
We cope it's true
So much happens
We live for a while
Then we're a story
Tell me about you

Play some gospel
It shines a light
But I'm not asking
For the sea to part
It's just a feeling
I cannot explain
It's inside of me
But not your heart
Aug 2017 · 293
History Cannot Wait
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I don’t know what to tell you my son
The fire has started and it’s a hot one
The past is about to be undone
We once wanted to learn from it
Now we’re erasing the song they sung
You may have to ask yourself why
And if you can’t understand
Then ask a man who was hung

The storm will pass
Just like the last one
But what will it leave behind?

You can’t change the color of your skin
The way it was worn once was a sin
It’s up to you to decide where history will begin
You had nothing to do with it
You’re innocent but the gallows bell is heard again
Their anger is a tormented man’s cry
And if we can’t understand
Ask if marble eyes have a soul within

The storm will pass
Just like the next one
But what new world will we find?
Aug 2017 · 195
If You Only Knew
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I could see the forest;
I was standing far away;
but you only feel the lost
fawn stumbling; the path,
washed over by leaves;
a baby bird, fallen; not
to be found; a startled bear,
searching for her cub;
surprising a fearful hiker;
a random path, cut by
rain without permission;
the shadows, so jealous
of the sunlight; allowing,
if only for a moment, it’s
life; losing the colors of
its past, without memory
or sentiment; sentiment;
only to give birth just in
time for another fire; yes,
you only could think it as
just that old thing; it was
only a sundress; worn so
many times before; but it
was the magic of the rain
forest; the teeming life
within, with the spirit and
the glory of a your soul;
you can't decide if you're
it's mother or it's lover;
but the gaps between each
strand of your hair; filled
by my hands, like the
sunlight begging the dark
shadows for forgiveness;
while my eyes search
your heart for the path
the breeze carves each
day, wet with the dew
shaken from the leaves
that wish they were you
Aug 2017 · 346
A New Garden
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Was your child born to hate mine?
We keep living in the past
Why plant it in a new garden
Will it be the same as the last?

Our mistakes must be paid
We have given them the bill
But let their hearts be debt-free
Because hatred can only ****

Don't run away from me
Don't assume I am the same
I want to know your heart
Will you only point at me in blame?

If you must tell me so
Then I will turn the other cheek
I am only human my friend
I am not the perfection you seek
Aug 2017 · 222
You Arranged It
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I love no particular place
Only a feeling; fleet, unplanned
I have no past for which I long
My heart is a green meadow
where your rescues may run
But should we gaze upon it?
For what is meant to be
will disappear into the night
when we decide it is ours

I knew of every color
And every sound
Like shells on the beach,
netting on a trawler,
anchors on the ground
But you knew what they meant
Together in your heart;
it was an ocean voyage
and an island for us to love
Aug 2017 · 132
Traveling Between You's
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I could speak in melancholy
But I want to ask you first
Do you mind the feeling of sorrow
Or should I wait until it happens to you?

When your beauty will fail you
When you fall in love wrongly
Your naked grip on his arm
Will not hold onto mine as tightly

The difference between intellect
And humanity is sentiment
They do not wish to be seduced
Instead it is better to run in place

It’s lonely waiting for the next life
We know we are right in this one
But you’re too young or too distant
So when I touch down I’ll look for you
Aug 2017 · 171
Suggest
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
It is better to suggest than to proclaim
Even as I proclaim that which I suggest
For faith can turn a man to God
While a demand may turn him away
To call a man evil for unbelief
Is it to make him more than human
Or less?
You give him power by declaring him to be so
And those who believe in him
Grow strong as they defend their right
As you grow weak by abandoning faith
Defending the universe you placed in your mouth
Claimed from Krishna as your own
Because silent prayers draw no audience
And desire is mistaken as God's will
Aug 2017 · 848
The Sea Tells Me
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I don't have to go anywhere to know
Not anymore
I've often wondered
Am I on the wrong side of the sea?
Not if it means a mothers love is the same
Of all the places I've never been
The clouds still rain
And the skies cradle the sun and moon
Nobody knows how much I listen
My words are my ears
Then I know enough to have traveled far away
But I did it standing right here
Aug 2017 · 138
No Easy Way
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
You have to take a chance
That's the only way
Yes I could hurt you
But I could also fall in love
And while our eyes meet
What is moving are my feet
Closer to you
And as your tears argue
Over joy and heartache
You heart must remember
There is no easy way
To believe what my eyes say
Aug 2017 · 164
My Eyes Care
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I don’t need an opinion to make mine whole
I’m not so stubborn that I won’t listen closely
Everywhere I go they try to sell me something
I wonder where I’d go if I wanted to be home

Drinking with closed eyes is the best way to think
I wait for the shadow in the door that fills my mind
I wondered if she’d be early type, but she was late
She can wait as long as it takes to keep me guessing

I decided not to ask her any questions right away
That way her past can do the talking tomorrow
There’s no way I can explain how much I think
But she knows because my eyes always care

Sometimes I’m not anything except taking it
I have a few things figured out in my mind
I know what to think but small talk is important
It’s mainly about you and that’s why it matters

I’m always open but you make me obvious
It’s better to be honest than to play pretend
If it makes me seem weak, don’t assume
I’m only human but I'm not desperate to be

I’m not so worried about being the nice guy
You need to know I can draw lines in the sand
It’s not to prove anything, it’s only my life darling
If it ends like that you’ll wonder why you dared
Aug 2017 · 141
To Mean Something
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Is there something that I love
Everything about it
Yes my children
And that should be enough
But is there something else
Or could it just be anything
As if anything is truly just enough
It's not tactical or cunning
It could be the right moment
But what happens then
First it doesn't last
Then you remember
And it grows in importance
It becomes a story
The part that is yours alone
And you were
Did it feel empty
Or full of who you are
Because you have to be something
To mean something
To someone else
Aug 2017 · 315
Picture Reflections
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
And name me a time of when
The reasons have passed
To look at me now
Is to see a mistaken reflection

I realized I don't have any pictures
I thought a sunset took care of it's own
You can find it wherever you are
But not someone who meant to leave

I only wanted to feel you deep in my heart
The only way was to be the forest itself
Not living to look at the past as a wisp
But taking a chance with the lightening

I can't say anything being about my girl
Is that only for times when we were young?
It's that I want to carry you up the stairs
Who can say when but I know I can
Aug 2017 · 222
Sunburned Stars
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
The sun
it burns into my skin and my mind
I run
for it is not love but instead so unkind
Each star
the personal path to God for every soul
So far
yet a lifetime to make a lost cross whole
The moon
does not burn nor does it block our path
In June
or in December the tide is our holy bath
For though
John did baptize the lamb by a river day
Even so
the freedom to worship is the sinner way
Please do
we love it, take us wherever you are
Inside you
the void of space means nothing to a star
Who spun
the web inside by eyes on fire only to blame
The one
who knows not what they do except claim
The sun
no matter how much my mind is forgotten
A son
the one once but not to be twice begotten
While clocks
time my hearts beat until a path opens
A box
where the starlight is no longer broken
Aug 2017 · 160
Trust Is Weak
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Sometimes I think you just want
You just want to offer me your faults
You're so sure of them now
You're so sure they're all out front

You want me to know them
It's as if you can't live without them
I wonder about what it is I can do
It's as if you don't want to love again

I know you're not perfect
It's sad that you think I need that
Maybe I act that way sometimes
Your beauty makes you an object

Your heart is why I'm here
I want to kiss you so badly
But it's not all you are to me
If only trust was stronger than fear
Aug 2017 · 180
a forgiving sword
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
to not jump,
in anger or despair;
is to not feel,
though you do,
is instead
but to conceal,
the passion
of the moment;
whether bullets
load my eyes
or they kneel
before a pulpit;
repenting
even though
i’m disconnected,
a wire on the road;
it’s hard to live
being rejected
because change
has control now
and sometimes I forget
what was a memory;
but it’s not guilt
or a regret;
my friends
at first puzzled,
now they know;
i make movies
about reality
and the debts I owe;
my cheek
is revealed
and whole;
you took
advantage
of my soul;
but because
i’m so weak
your word
pierced my life
while forgiveness
became a sword;
you know it’s true,
the street is dark
under a light
and the sun
is eclipsed
by my sight
Aug 2017 · 942
Tell Me How To Reach You
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
I can’t seem to get this thing started
But I know I can find my way home
I can take you to where the ice melts
We can follow it until it turns to foam

How long does it take to gain your confidence
I need the key but the puzzle is in your mind
All these complications for such simple things
Like your cheek rubbing your tears on mine

You're like a home without a door
Nobody knows where to begin
The curtains are shut
And the lights are dim

I know you’re still thinking about him
I would come calling but he got to you
He’s moved on but you can’t come clean
I don’t care about your past but you still do

The path is covered with red leaves
The way you were once loved has fallen
Stop looking at trees that will never live again

I think about the past but you’re not in it
Tomorrow is the only place I can find love
I can’t begin to build a bridge all in one day
But when you cross you’ll know what it’s made of

You're like a light without a switch
Nobody knows how to turn you on
The shadows live a long life now
And your smile runs away from dawn
Aug 2017 · 153
Thin Ice
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
Now and again I get back to the real
I'm on thin ice but I forget
I've learned how to walk like a skater
Sometimes I don't even realize it

But then you hear it crack
Underneath the weight of the weak
Somebody who has power over you
Because the strong have to be meek

It doesn't matter how much I know
Or how many places I've gone
The next card is a flush
It's either a straight or the john

Nothing stays the same
But I will not feel the burning stakes
I will walk the coals naked
And pretend that I have what it takes
Aug 2017 · 194
it is finished
Mark Lecuona Aug 2017
what is old is new,
when it is discovered by children;
what is life is no longer true,
when a wise man’s words are carelessly spoken;
the age of purpose can only be measured
by the circumstance and pain of its birth;
but to send an olive branch,
flying into a storm created by your own breath;
is to send a message that cannot be accepted,
and to ask for forgiveness that cannot be expected;
for who would send kindness to its death,
except the one who never knew its worth
Jul 2017 · 144
It's Up To You Now
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
I don’t know how you do it
You can love somebody
But live without them
You’re strong enough to be alone
But too weak to tell me about
The perfect lover you might lose

The tears you dry are disgusted
Flushed with color
Your cheeks remember
But your heart ignores
The things even it knows are true
About who you can’t resist

You hate how you forgive
You think it makes you weak
He knows why you love him
And that’s why he’s afraid
It’s too hard a life being
The perfect lover you might lose

Nobody can persuade you
It just has to happen
Only you will know
Time is not about when
Everything it knows has passed
It’s up to you now to be missed
Jul 2017 · 182
Reflections on Reality
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
It’s easy enough to decide how to think
You just have to steal a bulldozer
Plow your past if it made you feel small
It's a new road where your home once stood
Plant a garden for the times when you felt kind
Those were your roots trying to become tall

I don’t read opinions dripping with money
I’ve not found an honest one yet
The real experts are living in the streets
A poor woman looks beautiful in a pond
Her reflection denies the reality of her life
If she would let me I would wash her feet

There’s too much information in the air
Everybody is trying to convince me
It’s like ear bubbles that won’t go away
They think they can learn all my secrets
But the wind pops them where they float
Until there’s nothing left for them to say

My idea of being subversive is believing
Being your friend is to ask nothing of you
Even if I know that you want to help me
That’s not the deal I want to make with you
I’ve asked God for life so that’s enough
While he decides I’ll just try to leave you be
Jul 2017 · 194
Divided
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
She was going to set me free
A soul mate at night
The love born in my arms
But she could only hurt herself

She was going to save my soul
She acted like she knew how
I couldn’t walk on water
But she knew how to set it on fire

I let love divide me up inside
So many hands have been discarded
I’m still ready to cut the deck
But somebody has to pick it up

You will never know
How good it could be with me
You're a fantasy loving another man
Unable to believe in herself

She was going to think about it
I was the home she almost bought
Until I said it wasn’t for sale
Now the sign is back up in the yard

I let love tell me how to live
Could I fall in love with anyone
Or is it that I don’t understand?
I’m ready to listen to you again
Jul 2017 · 199
Yes, It Is
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
I feel like apologizing all the time
It's mainly 'cause how I am
I get pretty excited
It wears me out
I like to sleep it off
What's the use of staying calm anyway;
from what I can tell life don't care;
Why should I?

It's as if ignoring the worst
is the right thing to do;
I'm not worried what you think
If it's horrible I'm gonna' say it
Pretending I can handle it is just that;
pretending

It's like being in love
and trying to not act like it
How horrible;
to let them know,
no matter what they might say
I wonder if someone will laugh
even though I took it seriously
It's ok
I love you
So what, right?
Ok...
you don't love me
I'm not going to say something
about what you're missing;
how would you ever know anyway?

But,
I know you noticed me
That's what I want to apologize about
You see I came across so confident
And I was
That's the thing
I was
And I am

Every conversation we have;
it's like we're passengers
I want to take you away from that moment;
the one before I walked in
I'm gonna' love you in mine

I'll see you again;
sometime anyway
Yes,
my smile means something;
it's not an obligation,
just take it from me,
it's yours even if I never come back
and it is;
yes,
it is
Jul 2017 · 355
Fairy Tales Are For Men
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
Fairy tales aren’t just for children
I learned that the hard way
I opened the book again
Magic was no longer an illusion

Flowing ribbons and blue velvet
You returned to the time before we met
But you are always so real to me
I have to decide if I can take it this time

We are not here to start a war
There’s something only you can do
And I need to believe in that
I can make anything of you in my mind

There’s nothing for me to tell you
It’s become a way of seeing
Walk as if nobody is watching
But don’t trip over my dream

The misty river side leads me on
I can imagine without you there
That’s the scary part about lust
It talks to angels living inside of me

Who can get used to waking up
We think we do but it's not true
The more I fight it the more I feel it
Longing is stronger than being alone
Jul 2017 · 259
There's So Much There
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
Where the wind cannot find a friend
It’s just a ghost town trying to get away
I didn’t bother to board up the windows
So you can imagine how things used to be

I’m trying not to over-react anymore
It’s hard to get used to things right away
I don’t like rearranging tomorrow today
When I’m still cleaning up yesterday

I’m not love sick about anyone right now
Every pretty face is just a heart full of fear
I know what to do with sweet rain falling
Would it be better with you I’ll never know

I listen to every word, see every face
You see so little as you pass me by
What’s missing is what I don’t talk about
My past decides what it is you should see

I want to light a candle in a storm
The eye of a hurricane needs help
Nothing works like it did before we met
But the match in my hand will light for you
Jul 2017 · 163
Half Baked
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
There's no plan
I'm not that kind of a man
You just have to like cookie dough
It's sweet enough with no place to go
I walked outside to take out the trash
Since I wasn't carrying any cash
I decided to hike up a hill
But stopped close to the thrill
Because I wasn't ready to go on
The day already was too long
And the night was just as confused
As a magician without a ruse
So not asking any questions
I figured no plan no confession
The secret was too much for a priest
Not that he cared in the least
That part of me is better than none
Because the oven said so before I was done
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