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Jan 2015 · 533
Lighten Up
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I don’t know if I wander about in your dreams
I just can’t decide if I’d rather be rumor or fact
I feel like a silent movie with a broken light
I need to know my audience so I know how to act

I had a pain like something serious in your chest
It felt like I should call a doctor but it’s not that bad
Most times I forget it ever happened
But this time it lingered and made be sad

It’s too bad we can’t tune our life up like a guitar
We get stretched and left in a corner somewhere
But in the right hands we can make magic again
It’d be easy if we could just find someone to care

I think I need to start by not thinking about happy
It’s a goal but at the same time it’s just too much
Why does life always have to be a project anyway?
The only way to get there is to lighten our touch
Jan 2015 · 2.3k
How I Wish to Be
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Holistic, not horrific
Humane, not vain
Humility, not artillery
Human, not religion
Jan 2015 · 322
Before I Speak
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Every spoken promise has failed
I’m not going to test my faith anymore
Because it only makes my soul weep
I cannot tell myself never again
I cannot tell you to trust me again
Because I know that words are cheap
I can only hope that what is strong
Finds its way through my heart
Before I open my mouth to speak
I can only hope that what I swallow
Only gives me the power to be true
And not the temptation to be weak
Jan 2015 · 353
Dimly Lit Embers
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
He preferred dim to light
A silhouette was better than shadows
He knew drops better it seemed
Than full bottles that poured
There is no nuance between age and rust
Still he knew wrinkles were better than dust

His folly was a lust for any utterance
Either wise or solitary in its echo of the past
His ego believed the discovery of his destiny
Would awaken dreams choking gasping
As the realization of his desires
Would become all the moons tide aspires

He felt the bond between the fire of imagination
And the loss of love that would not wait
The embers fold themselves into disappointment
As what once burned dripped slowly in the night
There is no purpose to solitary confinement
And love cannot grow in faraway sentiment
Jan 2015 · 5.3k
Your Dreams My Reality
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
You dream of love
And fantasy
I cannot any longer
Because of reality
My face is shadowed
By a memory
While yours glows
From your insanity
The insanity of passion
And the sexuality
Imbedded in a promise
Of fidelity
And a lifetime
Of matrimony
Yes I am past that
But I speak honestly
About life
As a casualty
Of love
And adultery
But I need to believe
In love for me only
But if you cannot
Then let me be lonely
An older man talking to a younger woman
Jan 2015 · 2.3k
Change
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I no longer wish to embrace change, only wisdom; just as I no longer wish to embrace something new, only truth.
Jan 2015 · 1.9k
Equality
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
You wish to be equals
Though you desire my love
Not to be ruled
But to be conquered in the night
So that you may walk in the light
Knowing of my love
And my desire
To be your equal
As a man must be
To love a woman like you
Jan 2015 · 247
Highways Between Us
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Our dreams travel well
But not so much when they’re close
While hearts see flowers
Minds feel the thorns of a rose
There's such a long road between us
Yet I’ve never been closer than so far
But my happiness only knows its pace
Maybe that's why we’re where we are
Jan 2015 · 3.2k
Words Who We Are
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Sadness
Weapons of mass destruction
Witness protection program
Mutually assured destruction
Plausible deniability
Too big to fail
Pre-emptive strike
The final solution
Master race
Total Spectrum Dominance
Untouchables
Genocide
Greed
Racism
Sexism
Homophobia
Ca­ncer
Hate

Hope
Blessed are the peacemakers
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
Turn the other cheek
Judge not lest ye be judged
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone
Sacrifice
Non-violence
Integration
Pacifism
Environmentalis­m
Empathy
Understanding
Tolerance
Equality
Cure
Love
Jan 2015 · 1.4k
Living in the Gutter
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
You saw me going away
Like rain down a gutter
Such a waste
But not dead
Not a part of your life anymore
But missed when the sun shines too long
People like us live on
No longer in the moment you decided to notice
You walk above ground
Because you survived it
We had to find another place to live
But we're still here
Waiting for more rain to bring your memory near
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I'm not the answer
I'll always be the question
I'm not the reason
I'll always be the act
I'm not love
I'll always be heartbreak

As you take shelter
In a world of fantasy
Admire the rhyme
And the alchemy
But if you must know
Like the spoken word
It is empty
You cannot see what you heard
An uninhabitable furnace
Of blistering truth
And beauty
Neither to comfort or soothe
A cross of pain
The nails are hammered
Into each painting
As reflection is fractured
A dream
Or deep meaning
Is not a home
Or place for living
It exists
At the dreamer’s behest
For experience
And if you choose to be blessed
Then take a picture
From the nail
But as it is removed
It reappears to avail
Another seeker
Of love
Of common ground
To be free of
Isolated pain
In order to know
That like them
I sleep in the rain
Yet it is no way to live
Each day my mind returns to me
But when we meet again
You will know what I set free
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I wanted to write about loneliness
Until she said she was accepted at the trial and the new chemo showed great promise

I wanted to write about darkness
Until she said she was relieved that the side effects were only nausea and fatigue

I wanted to write about pain
Until she said they found out her broken rib was because she was coughing so much

I wanted to write about loss
Until she said she had found faith because she finally allowed herself to believe
Jan 2015 · 230
I Got Next
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I was about ready to ask you out
I'm tired of watching you walk away
You always keep your eyes to yourself
I wondered if it was me or just your way

I finally asked one of your friends
And he let me in on the deal
He said you have a boyfriend
A girl like you is hard to steal

That’s alright baby
I can wait
You’re worth all my time alone
I'll wait until you make him your ex
But I’m telling you now
I got next

Every girl has a guy hanging around
They like to keep their options open
You just have to show her you’re for real
Even if your heart is next to be broken

That’s alright baby
I can wait
You’re worth all my time alone
I'll wait until you make him your ex
But I’m telling you now
I got next
Some lyrics for a country song....
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Once again someone writes the words
To remind us of the white winged birds
And so it is my turn to remind us slaves
It is only courage and freedom that saves

Why must this song be heard again and again?
Dylan, Osborne and Bono, a message they send
Beaten down, poets tire of the world's ambivalence
Actions and not words will bring us deliverance

You always have the power and desire to ****
Destroying our world and souls, you never have your fill
You perpetuate your greed and your evil nature
Mankind, once again, weeps and prays for a savior

I don’t want to die anymore for your ambition
We are all chained pathetically to this human condition
You almost succeeded in brainwashing my mind
But in the end you will be surprised to find

That the meek truly have the souls that live
And to the hate makers, the underworld shall give
A flood of fire and pain swelling up from below
And you will suffer for eternity as history will show

I know my judgments are wrong as the book clearly states
But my words are echoed by many as mankind hates
The helplessness that envelops our ultimate destiny
So we sing again and again about your atrocity

You ask who am I to be so angry?
I have not suffered as have many
And I say yes this is quite true
But your lies need to be brought into view

One person with a mind that says “Enough!”
Can spring the world to action and make it tough
On those who lie and hate in the face of our humanity
It is time for all to step away from the cavity

Of fear and bewilderment of men who are wrong
So see the power of truth in another mad song
And let me help you point the finger at my insanity
I’ll save you the trouble of destroying my credibility

For I warm the Earth and drive for miles
I’m sure this revelation will bring the smiles
To the face of those who say “look at him”
We only **** to protect his need and whim

For living as an American with his right to be free
Why are we wrong to provide him his sanctuary?
But no! I hate what I have become
Soft, detached, spoiled, my mind coming undone

So in my self-loathing I bring judgment with me
I’ll accept unworthiness as a mantle to pillory
But you can no longer contain my mind
I am leaving your ability to intimidate behind

I am no longer impressed by all of your gain
Your power, glory and way of life only causes pain
In the sense that you bring the world no relief
Your consuming and acquiring nature only causes grief

It seems I martyr myself in front of God each day
Judging you and giving comfort to those you slay
I want to delegate it all to someone like Jesus
But it's hard to ignore how you deceive us

Turning the other cheek is for better men than I
It is time for deliverance, we will no longer cry
It is not a message that I reject
It’s just that you do not deserve the respect

Have I given you the moral superiority?
Because I do not speak with God’s purity?
What did you expect from the sheep you so control?
Another Gandhi, King or Mandela to foil?

Your inhuman need continues to achieve your aim
I act crazy giving you someone to blame
For deviant behavior that requires your solution
That masks your true self and the evolution

Of your subtle and sophisticated way of survival
Maintaining your ability to suppress our revival
You see three steps ahead and control the message
You put your arm around me which I know is a presage

Of your plan to gently move me on my way
So you can continue to smile and make us obey
Your message of fear and patriotic chains
Your only concern is disposing our remains

I am driven by my two children
Of which life awaits to rid them
Of their innocence and wonderful thought
It makes me sick knowing they may be bought

This message has become filled with hate
I must depart before it becomes too late
For me to recapture the joy that is in my heart
So, soon I will begin to start

The recovery of God’s message of love and peace
I will likely allow you to lurk and fleece
My mind, my soul, my place
In America, the idea that time cannot erase

Because someone like me will come to the fore
To say “that is wrong,” we will open the door
To a brotherhood of man that respects each human being
And champions freedom, love and is capable of seeing

That those who are too clever for us will always remain
In the world to rule and drive our earthly train
Of money, power and greed for their enjoyment
While we starve and look for gainful employment

So, yes, my hate and love is a dichotomy of confusion
But my words have helped me reach a conclusion
I want to be meek and good to all the others
So forgive my glare as I return to my brothers

As I simultaneously judge and forgive
Know that I will never sleep and allow you to live
With impunity in the ways that mankind abhors
My words will always be there to identify the ******

Lest I encourage others to act as you have heard
You must know that I do not reject God’s word
I merely remind that my emotions are weak
I do not invite anyone to hurt as I speak

I have decided in my own arrogant string
That controlling the man in the mirror is one thing
But to allow another to hurt an innocent being
Is just as wrong as the judgment you are reading*



Copyright 2009. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Anti-war rant
Jan 2015 · 709
Should They Get Over It?
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Why?
Why should I?
They say “get over it”
It’s as if they accuse me
Of being the *******
Of being the master
Of being the racist
Of killing my past
And trying
To **** my mind
What did I do
To deserve this?
They must want something
But what?
I’m trying
But 40 acres and a mule
Doesn’t help a lynched man
A janitor’s job
Doesn’t help find my roots
A nice salary
Isn’t wealth
I’m supposed to love our country
I’m supposed to be grateful
For what?
Why don’t you explain it to me
Because I DON’T GET IT
Do you?
Please
If I’m wrong
Show me
It took
Just a bit of complaining
To defeat Bull Connor
It took
Just a bit of complaining
To defeat Jim Crow
But now they say
“Get over it”
That’s the damndest thing
“Get over it”
Get over what?
Slavery?
Lynching?
Being called a monkey?
Being called a ******?
Being sent to war
But also to the back of the bus?
“Get over it”
Why don’t you explain how you do that?
What have you gotten over?
I see lots of folks on TV
With their problems
How they’ve been abused
But they are cheered for their courage
They get to sell books
I’m scorned for having the nerve
To bring it up
Are you afraid
Of what I want?
Money?
Retribution?
Revenge?
Should I forget all that
For what?
Because I was freed?
Should I be happy?
Because you allowed me to become
A human being?
Because I can eat
With you?
Because I can ride
Next to you?
Because you gave
What you had
All along?
How do they say it?
Inalienable rights
Granted by God
Or by you?
I know you are frustrated
With me
Because after killing me
And then allowing me to live
I’m still mad
I know how to forgive
And I'm trying to forget
Even though I'm not sure I should
But how do I forgive
Tomorrow's slap?
Am I Jesus?
I know what he said
But my cheeks hurt so much
They are bleeding
I'm trying so hard
But still
I have to get over it
Why?
Because I wasn’t a slave?
Those people are dead anyway
Right?
And you didn’t enslave them
Right?
So you and I are square
Is that it?
So why am I complaining?
Why won’t my mind heal?
Why won’t I just get a job?
Why won’t I just be quiet?
Why?
Are you blaming me?
I was inferior then
Now I’m ungrateful
I guess I don’t get it
Maybe you do
Please explain it to me
I’m all ears
Jan 2015 · 364
While You Play Pretend
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I just looked up
What the **** am I doing?
I feel as if I have completely changed
Like I took acid every day for a year
The only people I believe are my children
Because they believe
I hate experience
And cynicism
And being mature
I cannot eliminate desire
It lies beneath the surface

It will never go away

I've become a dream
A movie
Everything about me is now a rerun
The inspiration has been forgotten
All that is left was my reaction
And even that is detached
But why must I watch?
I just want to feel music
The violin
The villain
The guitar
The girl
The voice
The volcano
Images that belong to me fail to light the screen
Only emotion
Not movements
Not stillness
Not laughter
Not crying
Only what I cannot see
Or prove
Do you believe a clowns smile?
Or a strippers?
You can't know
A movie merely scratches
An image merely fools
An aging man knows nothing
And that is the problem
At the height of his powers it becomes obvious
He is nothing
But he must watch reruns of his life acted out by you
You better invent something
Or make people feel
You cannot follow
Or remain sane
You must make your parents proud
Very proud
Or unnerve them
Otherwise he knows how it will end
While you play pretend
Jan 2015 · 361
It's Been a While
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
It’s the year two thousand fifteen
It’s been a while
It’s been a while since we started counting
It’s been a while since we thought this would be the future
A future of amazing things
Like flying machines for each of us
And colonies on other planets
Maybe a visitor too
But nothing’s changed
Hate is the same
Poverty is the same
War is the same
Conquest is the same
Power is the same
Abuse is the same
And still heaven remains silent
While we imagine a world away from all of this
A world that may not be here for a while
The same while that we have already waited
For this year
Maybe that's the problem
Maybe we shouldn't wait
Waiting is nihilism
Maybe we should do something instead
Something that has been with us
All the while
Something like love
Or peace
Or forgiveness
Or empathy
Or love
Love
Jan 2015 · 205
The Pages We Didn't Read
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
If you can believe the pages you skimmed
Are as full of pain as the one's I failed to read
Then we can tell each other a story with an ending
That is true to the love we decided to preserve
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
Facing Tomorrow
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
The past should only rule your mind if it reminds you of your triumphs over adversity because that will be your armor in the morning.
Jan 2015 · 1.6k
Propaganda
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
It is to the free-minded yet civil, the industrious yet unambitious, the honest yet kind, the unencumbered yet giving, the private yet civic, the humble yet wise, the quiet yet firm, the suffering yet dignified, the individual yet understanding and the lawful yet forgiving people that I raise my hand in honor and not to those who would hector us with exhortations from the offices of power or the pulpits of vanity.
Jan 2015 · 22.3k
Mistakes
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
We all live with our mistakes; it may take a long time to overcome but the mistake we refuse to pay is the one that becomes who we are.
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
How Will You Live?
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
Not everyone who dies for freedom is a soldier; without money or arms their weapons become their dignity. You do not know their names nor did you hear them cry; still, you know they lived; you know this because it is you who are now free to live the life you choose if you only have the courage
Jan 2015 · 406
What's to Become?
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
What’s to become of a setting sun that cannot be with you always even though it will return in the morning to ask your sleepy eyes if you made love to the moon?

What’s to become of a solitary moon adorned with my kisses to be sent to you each night in remembrance of the past and a hope for a dream that is so old it has borne children that have taken their place in the heavens?

What’s to become of a dry creek bed that once ran wild to your seas in anticipation of becoming one in a mating ritual that can no longer move even the smallest pebble when once boulders shuddered to think of the passion play that ruled the night?

What’s to become of the lone wolf who howled each night in your forests that have now burned to the ground with not even a remnant of smoke from a fire that consumed our past lives and is merely ashen powder with no resemblance to the beauty that he once devoured?

What‘s to become of a stone tied to a leg attached to a body that once had a heart that was held in your hands and instead is drowning and decaying under the weight of oceans that will make quick work of its flesh leaving only the chain that mercilessly did your ***** work?

What’s to become of the abandoned sailboat with clanging hardware on a mast that stands alone without a sail to catch the wind; instead left to drift aimlessly while you walk away from the dock where you dropped the knife next to the cleat where you cut it loose and set it free?
Jan 2015 · 288
At the Foot of Her Bed
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
"... as her sister was dying she said, 'all I can think of is that Jesus died because he was good and that must be why this is happening to her'..."

Crying as others mock him in deaths throes
Weeping while others divide his ragged clothes

They dared not blink even once
Would it be the last time they would ever see?
They could not understand
How could this be?
Who would **** the son of man?

Yet they did not deny him as the **** had already crowed
The soldiers scowled that anyone could be so bold
But what they didn’t know
Was that a thousand years would pass
And they would lay at the foot of a bed
Remembering the tears that would forever last

For who was good gave them life
And who is good is praying for life
It was all they could see
But this time they blinked away
The tears that would never let them be
For they knew that those who would believe
On earth may one day grieve
But in heaven God's promise they will receive
I spent much of last night talking to a friend who's sister is dying of breast cancer. It doesn't look good. She told me she couldn't understand why it was happening except that she believed that Jesus died because he was good so it must be so for her sister. It was a tough moment to hear her grief and searching for answers. I wrote this from that point of view
Jan 2015 · 525
Why Am I So Weak?
Mark Lecuona Jan 2015
I know a gift when I see one
And that’s what you are to me
There's nothing that you want
Except eyes that only your scars can see

Neither one of us expect to love again
It’s as if we never knew how
We know one another
Yet our hearts only see strangers now

I can see you
But I can no longer speak
I once made you laugh
So why do I feel so weak?

It’s sad to think of never again
We build walls we never lower
We blame the future on our past
Our affection is a princess locked in a tower

I can see you
But I can no longer speak
I once made you laugh
So why do I feel so weak?

There is nothing you have to do
No promises
No midnight calls
Just let it be me when the time is right
Why does it seem like leaving you alone is best?
I’m not going to repeat all his lines
It just makes it seem like someone else's night

I can see you
But I can no longer speak
I once made you laugh
So why do I feel so weak?
Song lyrics
Dec 2014 · 309
The Bridge
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I turned to my soul and made it my God. I wanted to know who I was and found nothing but despair until I realized you cannot live on a bridge; you must continue on....
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Cigars
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I thought all of life existed in a smoky room
Confident men raising spotless claret glasses
Matches firing their dreams and memories
Until the last cigar reminds how time passes
And now where life has taken us
Is the refuge of sidewalks groaning under the masses
We long for those days of fearless bravado
While we wonder if meaning is buried under the ashes
Dec 2014 · 256
Pieces
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
My heart is not broken
It is only in pieces that have learned to live apart

It was a choice of survival
Evolving
Floating
Connected by the same body of water

Though unsacred, shared experience records the nobility of freeing oneself to become every moment of your life

North is happy
South is sad
East is angry
West is glad

A mission trip to the four corners of future dreams

Armed with diverse darkened hopes sailing beyond each horizon but touched by the same sea

My heart is not broken
But it will converge one day

Washed ashore upon understanding lands made whole by the hopes of others who decided their journeys no longer could hide them from dreams that are ready to awaken
Dec 2014 · 355
Unrequieted Love
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
It is my past that now speaks
It is good enough that I love you
I know how from afar
I am strong enough not to have you
I understand what you want
And take no offense to your absence
Though I dream of our nights together
It is our lives that matter most
And not our struggles together
It is a destiny that only gathers time
With no purpose other than our longing
And that is how it must live on
Until what must pass gives its consent
Dec 2014 · 291
Only Until Dawn
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Only until dawn
Will I consider purpose
But I shall find it
Only by day
To become effort
Then I will rest
Only until dawn
To reflect upon progress
Then I shall embark
Only by day
To awaken forgiveness
Then I will measure
Only until dawn
The distance traveled
To turn the arc of recourse
Only by day
Where the sun reveals
What will burn deeply
Only until dawn
For which I shall suffer
To begin again
Only by day
To pray once more
For my strength
Only until dawn
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
How can I say this?

I love you

And you said I was a melting floating piece of ice carrying your soul like a polar bear randomly effected by whim selfishness ego and the inability to connect with anything because I was too cold to give and too temporary to care

But it doesn't mean I don't love you

I can't get you out of my mind

And you said that is because I haven't gotten over the fact that someone wouldn't prefer to live their life as a stranded beautiful example of a dying world solely to be remembered as the one I dragged to their ultimate demise rather than to find someone who knew how to love someone for who they were

So I continue to live alone

Without the people I care about the most
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
So you are at a party and are introduced as a poet. And everyone looks at you....

I'm a poet
Not an entertainer
So I depart this stage
And sit next to you
I will be close
Perhaps uncomfortably so
But in order for us to interact
You must be willing to think
Deeply
Perhaps painfully
About life
Or about yourself
And your situation
However it may be
Because when we part
You will be affected
Not by incredible showmanship
But by a quiet moment
You will be alone
With words
And though they are mine
They will soon become yours
Because you and I are the same
And as I draw you near
We will become one
Not as lovers
But as human beings
Who understand each other
Living together
With a feeling
Because you have become a poet too
And now I learn from you
And read as you write
And wish I could write as you do
But that was my intention all along
And I hope you remember me
As I depart your stage
To continue as I was
Before we met
But before you go
I must tell you something
You will think of me
And wonder about us
But I am only good for one thing
Lonely people
Because the way I live
Is within my own mind
And I reach those who want to be reached
But not those who want my attention
Dec 2014 · 388
I Am But A.....
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I am but a grain of sand
Trying to be the beach
I am but a falling leaf
Trying to be the season
I am but a blade of grass
Trying to be a meadow
I am but a drop of water
Trying to be the ocean
I am but a bird
Trying to be the wind
I am but a cloud
Trying to be the sky
I am but a rock
Trying to be a mountain
I am but a human being
Trying to be worthy of heaven
Dec 2014 · 278
While We Laugh
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I want to write a book someday
The pages to be drawn by the things I know
But the story has no way to end
Or any way to go
I thought it would be about me
Until I heard what you had to say
It was about holding hands with God
And it made me want to pray
So maybe now I know where to begin
Even if I don’t know how it will end
You taught me something that day
And it made me want to be your friend
I started thinking about setting suns
And forest fires begging for rain
But then I thought about green grass
Growing where the soil once felt pain
I wanted to take you for a walk
We'd go where the land is flat
I wanted to see how the earth curves
It reminds me how life is like that
Still you didn’t want to see the end
Then you told me the things you said
I didn’t know what anyone could say
But you raised the cup and ate the bread
I hated that I worried about how I looked
Then I realized the book had no pictures
I’ve never seen the real me anyway
I decided to listen to you read the scriptures
I know what God said but this time it was different
I wanted to be you because it was all so real
I don’t know you because we’ve never met
But I love you because you make me feel
Dec 2014 · 400
Burden Me
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
It is time to find yourself
What may have been your destiny
Has become a whispering voice
Sit next to me my friend
Tell me what you hear
Burden me with your grief
Ask me the questions of life
And though I may answer
I cannot change the past
Yet I wish to comfort you
To tell you of your beauty
Of the dignity within your pain
Of the purity of your thoughts
Of the worth in your suffering
For you, life has begun
You have known love and loss
Every emotion has become yours
You may begin again
With the wisdom of living
Of being a human being
With no fear of misunderstanding
With the honesty of one who grieves
Unafraid of sadness
Unafraid to bear your heart
Unafraid to cry
Unafraid to pray
Worthy of good
Worthy of blessings
Worthy of love
To receive
And to give
For as you knew to love your children
Now too you know how to say goodbye
It is the message you could only feel
Not from your parents
But from life
As not everything can be taught
We cannot be taught sadness
We do not seek this lesson
Though we know it is written
And while the world sleeps around you
You are now awake
Forever
Because life never sleeps for those who have suffered
But should life be easy or hard?
We experience day and night
But there is light at night
And shadows by day
And shadows by night
And light by day
There is good
And bad
In time you will know the answer
It will come to you along your new path
As you compare your misfortunes
With those of others
In the knowing that all men must perish
And that our time is not for our glory
But for his
And in this you find your place
So that you may heal again
As you ready yourself again for your life
Yes
Sit next to me my friend
And unburden yourself
For in troubles
We come closer to God
And in comfort
We come closer to each other
Dec 2014 · 440
Honest men
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
If every angry idea would remain chained across the void
We would never know the exhausted delivery of its hurt
No matter how we try to soften the people’s confusion
It is the loud echo’s that demand we forget their worth

If every open eye would close while your lips speak the truth
He would never know the despair of soft skin that streaks
Vanquishing words cloud mirrors no longer needed
Because a whisper is a heart beating in the language he seeks

If every walk towards the ocean ended where a boat began
And if every boat sailed until welcoming lands drew it near
Every idea born by honest men who journeyed with their children
Would fill the void and part the clouds covering the reflection we fear
Dec 2014 · 301
Could You?
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Could you risk a memory
Without expectation
For tomorrow?
Could you risk a kiss
Without pride
Making demands of love?
Could you risk a morning
With the promise of the sun
Knowing it will set?
Could you risk the passion
Not as another scar
But as your closest friend?
Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Underwater
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
The rock that disturbed still waters
Neither cared nor remembered
For the hand from which it must part
Felt nothing except silent tears, dropping
Neither the water which bears no scar
Or loss of pride; only rippled solace
For its collection of lost love
Gasping for life on the floor
Where dreams angrily die
Dec 2014 · 377
Tip of the Sword
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I don’t know what to believe anymore
And I don’t remember what we believed before
People are dying and killing but that’s nothing new
Something’s different now, that much is true
Everybody wants their rights written down
Every bullet wants to travel to the other side of town
Though candles stand atop burning wax that is poured
The only light that can see is the tip of a sword

Everybody hates them until they need them
Just like lawyers we pay to lie to those that condemn
We never miss a chance to parch another man’s thirst
The easiest thing for us to do is to assume the worst
Go ahead and believe the man you’ve been told about
You pretend you’re a dead head but you’re too afraid to doubt
To say how you feel is to tell everyone you commit to your word
Even if giving your word means you feel the tip of a sword

We forgot about faith because the compass could no longer give
But it wasn’t the book or the man we decided was too good to live
We tried to spiritualize ourselves but forgot what kindness meant
Resisting the nails we ignored scarred hands from where he was sent
Trumpet blasts warned horsemen too afraid to deliver his will
He could not decide between those who save and those who ****
Children who saw death but were told to forgive was all that roared
They grew to know that the only life to live was by the tip of a sword
Dec 2014 · 847
A Bit of Advice
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Walk without a sound
Though you carry a heavy burden
Speak in a whisper
So as not to disturb the garden
Decide with purpose
Though you may be uncertain
Open your heart
No life should suffer a curtain
Dec 2014 · 265
What Would I Say?
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
What would I say standing in front of a policeman?
What would I say standing in front of a black man?
What would I say standing in front of a victim?
What would I say standing in front of my children?
What would I say standing in front of the Constitution?
What would I say standing in front of the Sanhedrin?
What would I say standing in front of a Roman?
What would I say standing in front of heaven?
Dec 2014 · 348
I Wish
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I wish I’d saved it
Every smile I chose to hide
Every note that fell into silence
Every silence made into noise

I wish I’d killed it
Every laugh that became snide
Every confidence that was arrogance
Every blessing I played like toys

I wish I’d saved it
Every star I traced while you cried
Every pretty face I pretended was darkness
Every emotion I traded for poise

I wish I’d killed it
Every time I saw you and lied
Every time I thought money was happiness
Every time I saw tears but said it wasn’t for boys
Dec 2014 · 529
One Wine Glass
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Do not be afraid of my honesty
Every concern you harbor is tied to my mast
I’ve decided to listen to a French woman sing
Though I do not understand, she shares my past

It’s not so hard to know
Listen to her voice, the softness
While music suggests how we should feel
Only a singer can live within our sadness

What exists in the unconscious is fully developed
I don’t need any more time behind the mask
I’m only obsessed with the knowing
Of who I am or who I should ask

I live outside my own mind
Leaping fences erected to keep me out
I need to know everything about you
For mystery is not intrigue but instead doubt

There is no time for tradition
Or the fears we both know
Though I possess seeds of passion
I cannot wait for something to grow

You must not think of what is to be built
Or why it is that I noticed you
You cannot be offended that your beauty
Preceded what may come to be true

It’s all very simple now my love
It’s an either or situation
Either our hearts are right for each other
Or they must find other accommodations

I live within my own reason
From you I expect nothing less
And until we able to reason together
I will own only one wine glass
Dec 2014 · 369
White Screens
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Rectangle light past tense point of view
Every turn taken; some mistaken
Rising apart from one another; take a look
Every love, every loss
Once caring, now forsaken

Latitude, longitude, diagonal
What difference where it is placed?
Every moment all at once; take a look
Every desire, every misery
Once driven, now waste

She was green
She was purple
She was red
She was only
She was because
She was instead

Measured carefully against the light
My life is somebody else’s art
Which friends to know; take a look
Every laugh, every sorrow
Once together, now apart

I wanted it to be a symphony
But it became a poem from my head
What did I ever say; take a look
Every flower, every desert
Once walking, now in bed

She was pink
She was yellow
She was blue
She was change
She was hard
She was you

Every road I’ve been down
I never knew when they started
Only when they ended; take a look
Every hope, every pain
Once real, now departed

Every love I’ve ever felt
It’s still there you have to believe
You’re inside of me; take a look
Every kiss, every tear
Once love, now we grieve

She was black
She was grey
She was white
She was sun
She was moon
She was light
Dec 2014 · 1.8k
¿Dónde Está Tu Corazón?
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Our world has become a mistaken image
Our bones buried in common rage
We pray to God our souls to keep
And judge ourselves by our favorite page
But what sin has retained our disfavor?
You are of this land, in which you take stock
You know its pain but give it to another man
Because he was born a flower and not a rock

¿Por qué se le tiene miedo a su corazón?
¿Por que hombre?
¿Por que?

Did God give you a sword
Or send a dove?
Was his strength for oppression
Or compassion?
Was every soul made for hate
Or for love?
Is vengeance yours alone
Or nailed to the cross of passion?

¿Por qué intentas daño a tu corazón?
¿Por que hombre?
¿Por que?

Do you wish to rise holding their chains
Or to give them wings
Do you wish to be buried with armor
Or with good deeds?
Do you wish to close the gates behind you
Or bring them all?
Do you wish that God would set fire upon us
Or tear down the wall?

¿Por qué están tratando de matar a tu corazón?
¿Por que hombre?
¿Por que?

We must exist together
Though we may not understand
We were taught to love one another
And to never raise our hand
We must use rocks to line the garden
And not destroy what grows within
For what another man may desire
Only God can comprehend

¿Por que hombre?
¿Por que?
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Dec 2014 · 2.0k
Fate
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
He told me
It took two bottles of wine
Red
The perfect color
Then a beer
You still love me
You will always love me
That's what he said
But I'm not supposed to know
Because fate is more important to you

Than me

You would rather live with a memory
If that is what is meant to be
Dec 2014 · 361
Concert
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
We're just a lonely crowd, happy to be together when someone sings our sorrows back to us...
Dec 2014 · 401
A Gaze
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I’ve retired behind clouds; living to light your world
when the smoke of your travails giving witness
to the truth that cannot be found gathers itself
for a moment, eclipsing my gaze in the shape
of a white heart, void of color, even blackness;
for in the senselessness of humanity’s struggles
love must be found by one light, removed
from the source of burning hearts and instead
regaining the purity of celestial bodies, prayed
to for centuries, guided by their presence, linked
by our imagination, named for our Gods; promised
to us for the moment the light parts the curtain
of doubt and shines upon your gaze, smiling; not
at a doll, but a woman; not at an ornament, but
a mystery of misunderstanding, longing and hope
for her heart to be weighed down by the color
of love, no longer able to float amongst the clouds;
removing itself as the prism of my healing touch,
to await the return of a man’s naïve hopes in life,
lost for too long behind the clouds of his pain,
his losses, his betrayal, his cynicism of a pretty
face only interested in perpetuating itself in
the glory of its reflection and the madness
of his pursuit
Dec 2014 · 390
Moot
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
My reaction at seeing you for the first time
was like blowing up a dam; the water pouring
out in a wave of destruction, quickly filling the
shallow channel that had been dug, not expecting
such a wonderous natural disaster

I knew I would lose part or all of you if I didn’t
dig deeper into the earth; bloodying my hands,
gasping for breath so as not to lose a moment
of your beauty or share it with another wanderer
waiting to swim upstream for your love

You allowed the force of your existence to crush
my life beyond all recognition while your worries
waited patiently, drifting slowly behind the deluge,
hoping not to be noticed while my senses exploded
into a thousand pieces

You denied me my breath, my sight, my thoughts,
my self-control; there was nothing I could do
except become the rapids themselves, no matter
the rocks or sudden current changes that made
my prior life no more than a tree torn from it's roots
Dec 2014 · 295
Tattoo Tears
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
Tattoo tears
Walking between our eyes and our heart
A trail of pain
For our next lover to see
We were victims
Perpetrators
Witnesses
To the crime
When all we really wanted was love
But we became all these things
Because our emotions became weapons
Weapon’s to protect ourselves
From our own dreams
The dreams we saw in each other
Yet what we saw
Became what we demanded
And what we demanded
Became what was wrong
Because a dream is not a heart
It is only what your heart wants
Desire does not bleed
It is blood
And the tears that walk upon our souls
Are now on our lives
The secret we both held fast
Is ready for the world to see
If we would only let them
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