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Mark Lecuona May 2017
I only know how to live with the good times
But the garden of pearls is now desert sand
The beach empties itself as I walk before it
I find nothing now but honor as a brother
We bury Kings and Queens alike in grief
And as we look to the sky staring back at us
The sun reminds us the prince is now heir
Our lessons learned we can only remember
That it is our life now and the time has come
To live as his honor would demand of us
As men who make mistakes far too easily
And loving again with the fear of another loss
Underneath blazing skies that he now lights
His spirit is now the canvas for longing eyes
Where our hearts begin painting a new dream
With the blood his faith bequeathed to you
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I am all these things
But what am I to you?
All these things
You cannot pick just one
You must climb a mountain
In the dark
In the light
Covered in white
Covered in green
Until it's not
As you wake up up
Covered in sand
Washing in your feet
By the side of the moon
While the sun laughs
Because you are so pretty at dawn
And he knows all I say is an act
Because desperation is only theater
And the parts I play are all I know to do
While you decide if I'm just a movie
Or real life
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I've gotten away with a few things
Karma probably noticed
I might've paid for a woman
But not the man on the bridge
She knew my face
He threw coins at mine
Mexico is not for boys
But it once was for sacrilege

I wonder if I've paid my debt to society
I get the bill everyday
I signed up for my lot in life
I drink to heaven or hell, not sure which
It must mean something
I believe in both, that's probably good
I'm in love with my neighbor but that's not it
That's why Jesus won't make me rich

I wonder why I like hard cases so much
I learned more from a maid than a preacher
Enough to want to make her mine
She knows I'm not man enough for her
She won't take my money even for her kids
She don't owe nobody nothing
She made her own deal with God
Trading nails for grace from her savior
Mark Lecuona May 2017
I'm not sitting on the fence
I just want to love the world
That's all I want to be
A beautiful dreamer
That's good enough for me

I'm not sitting on the fence
I'm over here locking the gate
Can't you read jack?
The sign says no trespassing
You don't live here go on back

I'm not sitting on the fence
I knocked it down the other day
All the animals left the farm
The rooster stayed anyway
Opinions don't do him no harm

I'm not sitting on the fence
I haven't changed my mind in years
I decided I know everything
You want to argue go right ahead
I hear a bell you can't un-ring

I'm not sitting on the fence
I'm not gonna listen
I'm smarter than you
You want an insult?
Just try to tell me what's true

I'm not sitting on the fence
I know what I like
Take your time to decide
I know why you're leaning on it
The barbs are sharp on either side
Mark Lecuona May 2017
When you come to your senses
Call me
It's not a negotiation
Loving me is not that hard
It's loving yourself that matters
Chasing fulfillment is like running away
People are unhappy in Paris
We can be happy
We're no longer twenty
We've seen more than we care to share
But the game is over
The living has begun
I wonder if you know the difference
Between being a prize or a gift
Equality is not as easy as you thought
Especially for a princess who can't let go
Mark Lecuona May 2017
The cloud has moved on
I once honored the rain in my life
No matter how inconvenient
But I blew it all away
Like a candle before bed time
Take a look at me now
I once thought of myself as you saw me
It's not a way of life anymore
I can't wait to not care
But that is a lie
My intentions are better served as mistakes
It's just that my expectation of you hurts
Especially when you don't notice at all
Mark Lecuona May 2017
Broken minds
Broken bodies
Broken art  
Broken girl

What is the point of laughing anymore?
Dresden fires
Hiroshima pyres
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Is it really true?
Is it really true?

Broken religion
Broken borders
Broken trust
Broken girl

What is the point of living anymore?
Planes and skyscrapers
Harbor infamy invaders
The god of Abraham silently weeps
The god of Abraham silently weeps
Can he hear you?
Can he hear you?

Broken world
Broken God
Broken belief
Broken girl

What is the point of dying anymore?
Suicide bomber
Children ******
Thou shalt not ****
Thou shalt not ****
It's nothing new
It's nothing new
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