I know, I am lost too

My brain judges me at night,
yet never does it tell me
what it is that I should do.

My ears are open,
Always willing to listen.

I am afraid though,
that everyone might be
on a different frequency
than me.

Still, I tune in every single
day religiously. So far
just silence and static,
tomorrow I will
take another crack
at it.

-a.j.León

The lonely swing is swinging,
it sits patiently conversing with the ocean.

Two palm trees stand guard, as the moon
carefully bathes them with its glow.

All at the mercy of their instructor,
though the wind rarely disappoints.

what a view, what a view, as I sit
here all I can do is think of you.



-a.j.León

****** and whiskey
just enough to wish
away the fear
but not enough to be risky.
Oh wouldn't it be fun
if we could just,
tell our brain how silly
it can be at times.
Turbulence is just a bump,
normal part of flying,
yet for some reason
my mind is sure
i'm dying.


-a.j.Leon

love is tv
on saturday
Just trojans, missed
calls, feelings
similar to lottery.

calorie by calorie
you happily,
surrender,
burn to an ember,
your sanity.
Always
a terrible
pretender,
Remember,
Remember.

Wicked, wicked, wicked,
what a leaky spigot,
give me just
a ticket,
a fine line,
sharing a
rivet with a Big-got,
Just to stick it,
buying time,
love or lying.

What’s the limit?



-a.j.León

Home is where the pain
can hurt it's hardest &
yet your smile still
shine it's brightest.


-a.j.León

There exists no
euphoria inducer
quite like
being
in the state
of love.

The state of,
being in love
is the only
thing that
could make
me
happy.

this,
leads me to
constantly
falling in love,

in love with
a scenery,
in love with
a moment,
in love with
staring at
the stars.

Though,
i suspect
it is easier
to fill the dark
with dark,
then to fill
the dark with
love.


-a.j.Leon

As the river flows,
with it swim my worries.

When the wind is bold
and your cheeks get cold

A deep breath then dive,
don't let life make you hurry!


-a.j.León

NO-one ever tells you that you will likely 
fall apart, that there will always be something 
that doesn’t make sense and that no matter how
hard you try you can never hold onto anything forever.

That is, I believe the key to life.
Understanding that being happy is a traveling
Carnival. Some attractions we will enjoy, while
others will frighten us at the corner of every 
step we take. 

No-one ever tells you that nothing is meant to be,
That life is an idea. An idea that from the moment
we open our eyes in this world we begin to construct.
That we can be happy, Sad, and afraid all at the 
same time. 

We must place more trust in what we cannot see, than
what we can observe. In every moment there will always
be something that can be fixed, So long as we do not
waste all of our time trying to make the moment special.
You see, Nothing is similar to a moment. A shared period 
of time, usually brief, that will most likely be dearly
remembered by two or more individuals for the rest of their 
lives.

They are the result of the universe deciding,
You will be connected. Wether it is a joyful
memory or a sad one, is up to you.

-a.j.León

I use to recognize myself,
now the leftover pictures
on my instagram hold more
truth to my memories than me.

Funny how reflections change
we crave consistency from
everyone, except the only one
who seems to never have it.

-a.j.León

I do not mean to bother when I call,
Just following the orders of your memory.
Sorry- its been a while, do you remember me?

We dated for some time, more like at least
A century. At least my heart believe so,
I try not to be sad, but its all I can pretend to be.

Any who, just wanted to take a bit of your time, thank you for listening patiently.
I think it's time I let you go, just wanted you to know, your pain is now my enemy.

-a.j.Leon

It is a funny place this grey space.
For the longest i had not noticed i
was here.
Good is grey and bad is grey,
today is just as dull as yesterday.


My mind it's own
full of time and stones,
my beard would swear i
tamed it.

When the lot is sold and
the *** goes cold
we seem to get a craving.

we seek light and warmth,
such a silent scorch.
when we arrive
we won't even
know
we made it.



-a.j.León

Life is never lived
By the week-hearted,
Not because of love
Or any of the other
Foolish things,
but
Simply because
everything Worth living
is ever without risk.
Live !

a.j.León

There is a committee
up the blue creaky stairs.
He dares correct the voices
as they stare in despair.
Oh Dear, come here! you
silly little boy.
Joy it is
to think that,
life could
be so coy.
You will see
when you are
eighty-three
like me,
to simply
choose to be
happy,
sounds like
the perfect
thing to
plea.


-a.j.León

Bright pink flower blinging
every time you’re ringing.

surely when it rings, quickly polish,
quickly rinse, light a candle, get the mints.

euphoria induced hallucinations,
nervous step, heart playing sharp c major.

racing sparingly, waves for my road, down the ear flowed.
lucky, lucky, lucky, he who can untangle her soul.

-a.j.León

Puzzles seem to flow from her lips,
as you nervously fumble to find
the tools that will aid in deciphering them.

All the while, your heart is thumping away
furiously to an unrecognizable beat.
Neither the melodies of your favorite tune
nor the taste of another's lips will ever be able
to replicate, her love.

-a.j.León

Nothing, never deeper than the well,
a well-kept secret, first a test.

After, far, far past the Vantablack,
just behind Olbers’ paradox.

A vague light from a dancing candle,
sets ablaze a # of Nobel’s Blasting Powder.

-a.j.León

My Dear, you are asking the hammer that broke you,
to glue back all the pieces and console you.

I know they say madness fixes madness, but
with love only what is real will do.

-a.j.León

Give me nothing more
Yet nothing less,

Then what you think
I'm worth at best.


-a.j.León

As he drinks his whiskey neat,
He stares blankly at your seat.

Over and over pretending to
be meek, his eyes begged bellow.

Off to the races, what a confused
fellow. Time for the search party.

Who can blame him, try finding
someone who simply can't compete.

Like digging someone else's hole,
only it's beneath your feet.

Sure the fish are plenty, somehow
he feels the odds are steep.

Many times he wished it all
away, but those are his to keep.

-a.j.León