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 Nov 2014 Mark Lecuona
love me
time heals nothing
time is for healing what cannot be fixed
time is not for healing
time is for forgetting the bruises and marks that left her in shame
time can attempt to heal her
but she can never be mended
the screams of pain will turn into whimpers
the tears will dry
and for a moment everything is as it was before him
but him will change everything
time cannot make her forget
time does nothing but damper the noise
him cannot be forgotten
and time does not change that
 Nov 2014 Mark Lecuona
NuurSeraph
In a Forest
We can See all the
Trees as One
when the
Leaves are Green

When Leaves start to
Turn and Fall
We become able to
Clearly See the
Unique Character
of each and every
Tree

Much the same thing
could be said of
People.

Such is the
**Truth of Nature
written from inspiration from my Mom
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
~
I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
and usually the opposite is the light

The two ways are very distinct
the light
and the dark
but I am wondering for light
And I see,
any existence of objects that stand on the space,
and even time moving towards the dark

The attraction of dark is too high
its gravity beyond,
attracting the young and the old
it bends all the waves and moving towards the black hole
passing as clouds through the event horizon
where there I have stood
there is a boundary
between the heaven and hell

On the boundary,
the hell I see very near
and the heaven, I saw before
cause still I have some feelings
and all my feelings are accumulating in the bean
but the feelings have a little gravity
either good or evil
neither soft nor compact
all drops from the heaven's wall

It has grown more with time
compact more and more
either in core of heart or in pore of spaces
neither in sticky sand nor in the serene soul
all are moving toward the dark

And finally,
I see a big crunch in the dark
but still some particles of light are floating over the dark
and some are still struggling on the horizon
others are waiting on the event horizon to move toward the dark hell
and I am standing on the wall of the event horizon
neither my mind wants to move in the hell
nor I can moving back to the heaven

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
the event horizon is an imagery place between heaven and hell and the time that moving towards the hell even the feelings of time and I am wondering for light.
I know I can
I know it will hurt

can you fly higher?
yes, I can but
I will not fly too high
why why oh why?
because I'm afraid of falling down
and I know I will be broken
If I could reach 600 miles
Reel you in and see your smiles
I'd reach out toward you, miles and miles away
And pull you in close to me and say:
"I would reach 600 miles
To have you here with me."
 Mar 2012 Mark Lecuona
Jon Tobias
Allan keeps forgetting that his knees are sacred
There is not always solace granted from the bodies he prays to
Neck craned howls for love
Some deity’s fingers running through his hair

Allen is not good looking
And he forgets that no one ever hated a man
Who wanted good things for other people
Forgets that true beauty lies in the hands
And is seen by what they do

Your hands are beautiful
She said,

They can buy someone coffee
When it’s cold
They can make people warm

They do more than his mouth can

They speak languages
Entire languages

In the 7th grade
Christy Turtch slapped him once
For making eyes at another girl
It made his face warm with pain
His eyes wet
Allan bought her flowers
Glued googly eyes to the petals
Gave her a note
See. Only ever had eyes for you.

What Allan doesn’t know yet
Is that to get into heaven
Peter checks knees for scars
Checks hands for beauty
Checks eyes for everything else

Allan’s knees look like the moon
From the ways that he prays
Spotty gravel craters
Dimpled with the fear of
Maybe I won’t feel so lonely this time

His hands can hold someone’s head
His own head
Can make someone fall asleep with them
Can hold them so tight
It keeps them from leaving

Allan keeps forgetting

He pushes against the ground to stand
Brushes himself off
Wipes his eyes
And smiles
He forgets
 Feb 2012 Mark Lecuona
Odi
"I want you all to put a paintbrush to that canvas and sign your signature."

eyes danced around the room too scared to land anywhere
what a beautiful, devastating masterpiece

  The canvas filled with every shade of our pain
No one else would understand the hues of our language
The way the splatters aligned just right
Our messy beautiful pain
New age art therapy *******

I watched you all throw colours at the wall of white
Behind your protective sheet
And scream in  voices I'd never heard
about, rage, about misery
Covered in every colour of the rainbow and tears and snot
and *memories

Some broke down and cried
"WHY, WHY THE **** DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?!"

Reminded me of my brothers paint ball party
But without the clowns
without the laughter
Just a bunch of screaming, incomprehensible children

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?"
                        
why?

Some broke more than their share of things
Now look
look at that picture we painted
Isn't it beautiful
aren't the colours just right?
Bright orange,
Yellow
Doesn't it hurt your eyes
Now look,
black
blue
Like the bruises inside
you
Look at us,
If I could take a picture of the look in each one of your eyes
As you ladled fistfuls of paint
Of eggs
Vases
Broke things to mimic the sound of your own
Brokenness
Onto some chaotic point of oblivion
I would say
"Wait, ah, there it is, that's what pain looks like."
 Feb 2012 Mark Lecuona
Melissa S
It's your birthday and I so wish I could be there
but I am sending your birthday wish and kiss on a balloon full of hot air
The balloon goes straight up to heaven and it's from my heart
Cause that is where all the best wishes do start
Wishing you your happiest birthday yet ..
A birthday and person too special to ever forget
LOVE YOU MOM and HAPPY 60th!!!
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