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Mark Lecuona May 2017
i can't but help thinking about the other side
is it as real as the dreams they once had?
i don't know who decides when it's time, but
i just wish dying didn't have to be so sad

it doesn't seem fair that we can love so much
what are we supposed to do after they leave
we are born and receive their tears of joy, but
then we return them when it's our turn to grieve

it's not right
to think an old man can bury one of his own
it's not right
to love someone a lifetime then be all alone
it's not right
it's not right to read their name on a stone

that is the price we must pay for real love
i'm ready to begin calling out someone's name
thinking about it is how I will live now, but
a dream is not the only reason why you came

i can only live knowing my fate is the same
is the only truth we know the things we conceal?
i wanted to tell you how much I love you, but
love that deep sometimes is too hard to reveal

it's not right
to think an old man can bury one of his own
it's not right
to love someone a lifetime then be all alone
it's not right
it's not right to read their name on a stone
Mark Lecuona May 2017
Once our lips meet my love
I will enter a sparkling web of stars
A nebula of diffused and swirling light
Once a dark silhouette cast upon my life
The distance traveled is upon me now
The entire lifetime of our existence reminds
We are so small in his eyes, far and near
And as you keep kissing me, as I dreamed
Each one becomes supernova
More beautiful and violent than the last
Swallowing the one from before
Growing ever larger with gravitational lust
Until galaxies swirling far away find their place
Inside my once void and formless existence
But they will never be large enough
To be even pearls in God’s eyes
For that is why we close ours
To find the light in our own line of sight
The one that is now pressing upon our bodies
Bursting into pieces like the stars that drew us near
The ones that burst long before Christ died
And as my heart is risen inside of me
I can only feel the longing in your arms
As you pull me close to the world of mystery
That draws me to my balcony every night
To renew the vow I made to myself long ago
I will endure God’s wish that I witness the dark silence
Until it becomes the pillars of your breath in my ear
Soothing my longing as what is upon me now
Are the arms of light and memories of the past
But a past of creation and not destruction my love
For you were always the beginning and never the end
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I am not old
I am alive
I am a new discovery
I am not living to survive
I am not old
I am older
I am not feeble
I am a strong shoulder
I am not old
I am wise
I am able to tell the truth
I am not a lie
I am not old
I am strong
I am able to say what is right
I am not afraid to admit I'm wrong
I am not old
I am not possessed
I am able to control my desires
I am able to live with what is blessed
I am not old
I am love
I am able to live life with faith
I am not waiting for a twig from a dove
Mark Lecuona May 2017
Yeah well
You're gonna have to look for it
This ain't Shakespeare
It's not proper
But it reacts quickly
And hard
Without style
Just effectiveness
The art is in the reality
Class rides up front
Life in the back
Except this is your stop
The driver stays
You get off
You play country club
We don't play
You use a cork
We take a shot
You sip
We gulp
You speak King's English
We speak the street
You'll understand
You'll know
The ******* is on your side
That's what God told me
It's true
He said you never could thread a needle
You always asked the maid to do it
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I try to avoid labels
They're too tightly wound
He said he was a ******
You want to cut your hair

Where you going with that
Was it a mirror talking
Or what your ex said
I think you listen too much

I haven't made up my mind
Ambiguity is always good
Cigarette ash in the chili is not
But I ate some because it's different

I like you a lot
Let me know when you decide
Not about me
But what you want to be

I saw your hair on the floor
I asked them to leave it
It laid there like last night
I wish we were still there

There's no point in repeating
That's right there's no chorus
If that's what you need to remember
Then you're just another brand
Mark Lecuona May 2017
what no other has ever known
except maybe my mother
is how I see myself

what no other has ever known
is to see how I know I've done wrong
they always say I'm so sure
but the only thing to be sure about is gone

i told more than one how I felt
and though I did for a bit
mostly I didn't belong

there was once a feeling I had
of being wanted
but she could only feel
the things that no other has ever known
except maybe her mother too

they never did meet
but they both know
what the other has known
that their children
aren't always so strong
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I’m willing to sleep in a bed
No matter who makes it
It’s not that I don’t give a ****
Actually I don’t
I believe I’ll wake up anyway

I know more about myself
Maybe that’s why there is no order
I can’t file my thoughts anywhere
So I ask them to stay awake just in case
I think that’s why I’m always tired

I’m checking out now
I’m checking out now
You might not understand it
You might not know how
But I’m checking out
Yea right about now

I’m trying to figure out how to be normal
Whatever that means
I think it’s not falling for too much make-up
Or thinking about somebody’s new car
Maybe it’s just feeling cold when it snows

Being different is just being different
But you can’t think about it
It takes years if you put your mind to it
Then you forget how you used to be
Some people need drugs to do it though

I’m checking out now
I’m checking out now
You might not understand it
You might not know how
But I’m checking out
Yeah right about now

I wish someone would hold ******* up
I’d like to look into their eyes too
Is it just a fad or would they carry a sign
Maybe if they were drafted we would know
But that kind of decision is only for the poor

I don’t have to be twenty to experience the sixties
I wanted us to win the war
I remember a picture of four long hairs
And there was plastic all around
Mine never exploded like Warhol though

I’m checking out now
I’m checking out now
You might not understand it
You might not know how
But I’m checking out
Yeah right about now

If you’re cool enough you can steal a lick
Most people won’t remember it
They just want to feel something
If you look weird they think it’s the future
But you know it’s really just the past

I’m checking out now
I’m checking out now
You might not understand it
You might not know how
But I’m checking out
Yeah right about now
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