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Mark Lecuona Oct 2017
Only the dead tell the truth
But their mouths are silenced
We accuse our brothers of sin
Are Christ’s words spoken here?

But I don’t believe that
I was born again last night
You made me see the light
I know he will forgive me

I don’t walk around as much
But I still make eye contact
I want to know who you are
I want it to be love and not fear

But it’s so hard to believe
I saw faces on the pavement
Too late for earthly sacrament
Yet from blindness they now see

I want you near my grave when I go
I thought about being scattered about
Maybe memories are better as stars
I’ll let the sun draw your shadow near

But is it late for you to believe?
I’m dedicating my soul to you
Carved stone words are true
My ashes won’t be lost at sea
Mark Lecuona Oct 2017
I never knew you
And when I found out
You were already gone
I never lived without
Until I heard your voice
Then I knew of your heart
And how you were sad
As am I because we're apart

There is only one life
And yours is still shining
Your shadow my pleasure
Inside my lonely evening
I will always remember
Even as you no longer can
I am ashamed of my sorrow
Unworthy of what I think I am

I wish I knew you
You lost your lover
Then another left you
How did you recover
Still you lived your life
Your tears gave you away
The only way to free yourself
Is to make a new one today
Dedicated to Mimi Farina
Mark Lecuona Oct 2017
Going to walk back through the darkness
Towards the light too afraid of me to shine
You know what you did to me
There’s no room for fault in your mind
You won’t admit it, not to me anyway

You said you were afraid this would happen
But that was when my kiss opened your eyes
I carried you through the sunny morning
You looked back and saw how darkness lies
Now you deny the things I heard you say

I wasn't afraid to lose
Not this time
I believed in you
Now I can't believe in someone new

I don’t need to tell you these things
You played love for a fool but not me
I know who I am and it’s not yours
I was a rental and now just a memory
But it waits at night where you lay

I wasn't afraid to lose
Now I am
I can't believe in me
Who would love someone who's not free?
song lyrics
Mark Lecuona Oct 2017
I am a myth and a sinner
And I am dead
I wrote the words some preach
But I forgot to include everyone
You never met me and can only imagine
How is it that I was so wise and so cruel
It took two hundred years
And widows and slaves
And burning crosses
And bridge marches
Did it finally make shame my neighbor
And blood on a cross their only savior

I am a ghost and a prophet
And I am dead
I wrote the words some hate
But I did not mean it that way
I never met you and yet I guide you
To the place where a man lives in squalor
Is it his or another man's faults
Is his welfare your profit
Is his grieving your happiness
Is his sadness your blessing
Did it make indifference my neighbor
And an empty tomb their only savior
Mark Lecuona Oct 2017
The water laps without memory
upon sand that once bled
He feel to his knees once there in prayer
and now again to recall what God said
Even the breeze fell silent to the witness
of the bells, echoing what we once read

A reluctant hero, the same as a tourist
this land was not his land,
But the hearts that once beat in sorrow
recognize his outstretched hand
The moon spoke without being asked
“Their grieving washed away with the sand”

When dreams become nightmares
and glory ages into regret
we watch as he stretches his uniform
over a heavy heart covered in sweat
He knew the tears of a soldier fall hard
upon folded flags unable to forget
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
Let me make you feel alive again
All you have to do is listen my love
Feel the power of my breath upon you
It is not the whisper of a grieving heart

I do not see torn holes in your web
Only the art of how you live
It’s like watching the moon reflect
From dark night shadowed windows

You cannot borrow my words
They can never be bought
You only have to believe in them
As in the knowledge of time passing

For while the dreams you possess
May have been born from sorrow
I will not question the father
Of a past that cannot let go

I would never untangle your heart
For the weaver may be your savior
It is within his spiraled will that I cling
For who you are is all that I love
Mark Lecuona Sep 2017
If there is no solution
Then why do we fight
If we can't change a heart
We can't make it right
It's not so easy to say
What one man will do
He has lived his life
He has his point of view
He doesn't know you
There's no time to try
He only sees your anger
And can't understand why
Who tells us the truth
Who tells us to repent
Is it a poor man crying
Or the one collecting rent
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