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Dec 2014 · 249
I Know Nothing
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
There is nothing that I know
I'm not a scientist
Or a holy man
The voice I hear inside my head
Is the only one I own
I cannot see words
Yet something is revealed
In the reflection of leaves
That fall only to be concealed
All I can say is that I understand
And if you would take my hand
I will tell you how I feel
For in the moments when we are afraid
We can only hold one another
And hope that what we hear in our hearts
Is the light from which we are made
Dec 2014 · 336
The Home I Could Never See
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
So many times I’ve been told I wasn’t making us happy; so
many times I knew I was losing her even as she tried to save us,
she was sending a home my way but I couldn’t live inside
something I could never understand

How could I know what she wanted when I didn’t know how
to live with who I was; how could I feel the things she held dear
when the lands I carried on my mind were nothing of the sort
that a dream of another could reach?

I was painting my future inside my heart and letting it flow
in my veins coloring my skin in shades that were never revealed
because the air outside was someone else’s paradise where
she could walk choosing which star to leave me for

You and I have lived an entire love story in my mind; you were
everything I wanted and you smiled because you knew I was happy,
but is happiness only about me; I wanted to think of you as my
girl but you thought that meant I only wanted to hear you whisper
my name in the night
Dec 2014 · 225
Random Love Flakes
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
A house without a child
Is empty
A heart without a lover
Is alone
A song without a dancer
Is aimless
A moon without longing
Is a stone

Let me be happy
You said maybe
You didn't say no
You said what could be
Is me and you
And even if what is to be
Is what is never
What was
Will last forever
Because I loved you
And I really knew
What was inside of you
Was what I needed inside of me

The next time you think about love
Think about me
The next time you think about being true
Be true with me
The next time you decide to fall
Fall for me
The next time you say forever
Say forever to me

Tears from a blind eye
Unable to see what it can feel
He prays time will spare him as he waits
If only love could believe it was real

Do you want an ocean deep
Or a mountain high?
I am neither of these things
But if you want a green meadow
Where we can lay
And dream together
I will come to you
When the moon lights the sky

Don't ever think
That your kiss is all you are
But a mountain top view
Or a star that is new
Are the things we remember
Don't ever think
That making love is all you can do
But walking a crowded sidewalk
Listening to idle people talk
Is not what I will remember
Don't ever think
That your face is all I can see
But a sunrise painting
Of our love awakening
Is what I want to remember
Dec 2014 · 309
What Is?
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
What is in the air you breathe?
Is it a belief in a man
Or the answers to a prayer?

What is in the water you drink?
Is it the baptism of your soul
Or the depths of despair?

What calm do you see in his face?
The inspiration for a greater good
Or what is in his hands alone?

What has religious fervor wrought?
The desire to howl with wolves
Or a gentle heart ready to atone?

What are in the words you speak?
Is it the absolute truth
Or the hedge of perception?

What are in the words he speaks?
The promise of freedom
Or the requirement of his opinion?

What garden do you till?
That which raises fists of stone
Or flowers of individual expression?

What do know of your neighbor?
Is he full of understanding
Or correct minded without reason?

What power would you give the state?
The power of your fears
Or the power to be humane?

What is the will of your heart?
For a power greater than yourself
Or for a love that comes from within?

What is true comradeship?
Is it formed by conflict
Or by honest compassion?

What is the meaning of life?
Is it a line drawn on a map
Or love and human emotion?
Dec 2014 · 500
WAR
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
WAR
OH GOD NO!
NO NO NO!

I want to love her
But she does not walk the streets
She does not walk with my enemy
I would share her with desperate men
If it meant we could be civilized

I thought about lies
And killing another man
I thought about the holy ghost
Does it live in this land?

She wants to be angry about how we treat her
But it is so
It is so because we are not like her
We are mean
Because that is how we were made
We know what our gifts are

NO GOD NO!

Why is my gift violence?
Why is my gift fear?
That is why I’m still alive
That is why men fear me

ME!

Why God?
I fear you
But men fear me

He believes
He is chosen
Allah praise be unto him
And my rifle sights him in

Let me lay next to her
An exotic dark eyed beauty
From another land
From the land I walk
Her face is covered
And it is who she is that makes us crazy
Crazier than gold
Crazier than oil
Crazier than rare earth
She is the only one that can soften a killers heart
A stranger
A strange woman
Because she is strong enough to love an assassin
Strong enough to love a man about to die
Because she is a woman
And she knows why we are angry
She wants to lay next to anger
Only anger can reach her
Even though she is soft enough to care
Soft enough to care about war
And the men who must die
They die for the flag
She dies for their heart

NO GOD NO!

She prayed all night
Help me Lord
Help me love these men
Help me love their sword

The bullet passes through her
From me to him
And he accepts death
Because she gave him life
She loved the bullet
Loved it because it was life
The way life is
Death
Death on the way
Reaching around love
Flying through love
From hate to love to hate
And she watched it as it approached
And she stopped to allow it to pass
Pass through her heart
To soften my hatred
She never blinked
As we shared her before death
She shared the killer
She shared the victim
She stared at us both
She asked if we wanted the bullet
Did we want the bullet to be us

NO GOD NO!

How can I love her?
She is stronger than me
Yet I am the killer
When will I cry?
Her tears became mine
As she took her clothes off
Naked as the world stands
Truth
She said **** me instead of him
**** me she said
Because I’m dead already
This is not my world
It is a world of anger
A world of desperate men
Who cannot love each other
Or me
So **** me
**** me now

NO GOD NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
Dec 2014 · 322
Unopened Gifts
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I wish I was strong enough to make you happy
I know all about you
How you’ve been hurt
The things you worry about
But I saw how I made you smile
And for a moment we were in that place
Our lives were together
And you became someone new

I wish I was weak enough to need you
I’ve learned to be alone
With my thoughts
And my dreams
But I saw how we could be
And I miss being that way
With a lover
Who knows how to be true

I wish we both knew how to love
Like birds flying together
Instead of alone in a cage
We could be free
But our fears remain
And our gift remains unopened
So we look at the paper and ribbons
And wonder who to give it to
Dec 2014 · 400
It's Going to Happen Again
Mark Lecuona Dec 2014
I just don't know
I can only think about how it makes me feel

I will never know the word numb again

What is more raw than going there?
Let's go there

I want to think about IT

You giving your storms to another bird
You giving your oceans to another ship

They can only survive you

The dark separates the light from itself
But the dark is how to find the light
It always happens before the light
Like a porch waiting for the sun to dry itself off
You have to walk through it
You can't turn back
Time never does
The earth rotates the same way

North is north until the curve makes it south

Dark is dark
Until it's not

Because what happened, happened
You already were there

It's gonna repeat itself

You have to adjust to it's appearance its not going away you can't forget it's you or instead what happened to you your choice pick one

All the pages are soaked
You wrote them
Then tried to burn them
But your tears put out the fire
That's why you cry
To put out the fire
Put it out
Or let it burn
But do you want to burn

Or be a survivor?
Nov 2014 · 300
On Your Mind
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
If I don't have your love
I hope I'm at least on your mind

Out of sight
It hurts baby
To never see you
But maybe you're thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you

If he has your love
I hope he knows how to treat you

In his arms
It hurts baby
To never hold you
But maybe he can't feel you
The way I do

If we never love again
I hope you know nobody compares to you

Walking alone
It hurts baby
You made me see
But I'd rather see it with you
The way I hoped it would be
Nov 2014 · 327
Is There?
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
Should I tell you all my dreams, quickly and
at once before the shock of it all sets into
your life again or should we only pretend
that what is happening is only a day and an
hour between two friends?

I once was willing, so easily, to give the rest
of my life, sixty years or more; now I fear for
the time remaining, maybe a day and an hour
or maybe twenty years fading away into the
recesses of conversations and silence as if
there is a gap that could actually be filled
with meaning

How could you possibly compete with the
things I value that are always with me, songs
that make me cry, words I think of for weeks
on end before finding each other as we once
did, freedom to wonder about the beautiful
faces I see all around; how could you compete
with these things except to be so vulnerable
that you would be terrified enough to run away?

Are we thawing in the winter and freezing in
the summer; is there something that is so
different about us that we can be together
and give one another the freedom to climb
trees as leaves returning home or like the wind
that would blow without oceans swirling
or mountains standing in our way?

Is there?
Nov 2014 · 474
I'm Strong Now
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
He wanted to float on an island
Make the sea rise like melting ice cubes
Drink from a coconut he shook from a tree
And serenade seagulls with the bark he stripped

Walk with me anywhere but here

He’d rung the towel as hard as he could
Nobody can do anything with it now
All that’s left is to live with his emotions
Instead of telling stories about how he feels

I love you but you already know that

He played all his face cards
There’s no saving this hand
He went all in without remorse
Tears always let themselves go

I have nothing to hide anymore

He didn’t look before he dialed the number
Rejection’s no different than yesterday
She could feel the strength in his heart
And wondered how much he could love her

Don’t be afraid that I learned to be so strong
Nov 2014 · 2.6k
Why Do They Act That Way?
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
For it is written to grant forgiveness
No matter difference or malfeasance
To never speak ill of one another
Or deny each other our subsistence

All men are created equal parchment
Holding these truths to be self-evident
The oppression of the Kings colony
Patriotic revolutionary

Migrating minds irrational to sane
Reserved safe harbor but to others pain
Land of self-righteousness and victory
Exceptionalism and destiny

Ships billowing with holds of chattel slaves
Fractional human beings ordained graves
Until brother killed brother for freedom
Assassination emancipation

Forty acres and a mule recompense
Jim Crow separate but equal pretense
Lynch mob street justice terrorism rope
Vietnam veteran unable to cope

James Earl Ray bullet Memphis balcony
Bull Connor another dead Kennedy
Black power fist raised Mexico City
Malcolm X panther Muhammed Ali

White supremacy freedom riders dead
Mississippi white cross on fire dread
Rodney King can’t we just get along plea
Is skin color all we will ever see?

Should they get over their Mockingbird past
Should they burn the city or should they fast?
Oh Lord should we turn a cheek in silence
Or fight with Kings dream of non-violence?
It's just something to think about... I'm not saying anything except there's a history that maybe needs to be remembered if we are to understand... and I don't mean understand criminal behavior. I just mean to understand despair... I wrote this as a "Heroic Couplet" (10 syllables per line) just to raise the bar of complexity...
Nov 2014 · 782
Out of Every Pore
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
Flowing out of every pore
Reconsidered by every nerve
Are the things we reject
And the things we serve
Chained by our emotions
Freed by our loneliness
Courage from passion
Apprehension from sadness

I know I know I know
I know why
I know why you are afraid
You’re afraid of another lie
I can’t I can’t I can’t
I can’t promise
I can’t because I’m not ready
It’s easier to be honest

Standing in the doorway
As my eyes ask the question
My heart pretends not to know
Who will hear my confession
I want you to forget everything
Forget yesterday and tomorrow
This is no time for hesitation
This is no time for sorrow
Love apprehension commitment
Nov 2014 · 1.6k
A Pilgrimage
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I'm making a pilgrimage
Not for your love
But for your life
I know you
Because I know me
We are the same
You want
You need
I want
I need
What is beautiful
What we feel
What we dream
No matter distance
No matter hope
No matter alone
I see in you
What I see in me
We are the same
Walking apart
Together in spirit
Never forget
Love is understanding
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
I will understand
No matter what
Nov 2014 · 704
Is it Safer?
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
You’re not rejection
Not from me
Or any man
Nor the reasons you assume are true

You’re not alone
Don’t make yourself that way
Wear your dress tonight
And know that I believe in you

Roller skating against the traffic
Is it safer than inviting me into your dreams?
The wind that blows through your life
Is still there waiting for you to set your sails free

Whatever effect I had
I’m just not sure, but
It’s not worth what you are
You have to believe what’s true

I wanted to drive up the road
I know you’re at the end
But water always turns without thought
I wonder if I’m flowing to you

Stepping outside to see the lightening
It’s not as safe as telling me we’re just friends
I know why you ran back inside
That’s where what you were never ends
Nov 2014 · 493
let's start
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
let's start with how it ends so we can decide if we should color our hair or show up to work tomorrow or maybe decide what forgiveness really means

let's forget about the middle because it's not the part we will remember;  the weather is more interesting than love trying to be a couple

let's be the beginning, a fable of mystical animals, hopeful, fearful, open-minded,  revolutionary to our souls, exhilarating lovers wanting desperately for tomorrow night when our morals will be devoured by our lust

let's sleep apart where we can meet for the first time in a dream without form or shape; only emotions painting landscapes upon the loneliness we refused to confront for fear that the morning sun would remind us that shifting sands is time being stolen by oceans of selfish remorse
Nov 2014 · 277
The Colors I Have Seen
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I once thought your love was the *** of gold at the end of the rainbow; it was nice to think about but I wondered who could ever find such a thing; but when it rained and I saw the colors I knew I didn't have to wonder anymore because what I did see was more than I could ever dream; it seems we always want more because mystery is allure and restlessness is what we have already seen
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
In my time of dying
Will I remember love
Or will I remember you?
I wanted to walk with you
Not knowing our fate
I wanted to kiss you
Hoping your lips would wait
Saving themselves
Not for loves sake
But for a mate
Who was as afraid of forever
As he was of never
Knowing the peril that lay before him
When loves fire becomes distant
Revealing the natural light of friendship
And the truth of our life together
The choice to accept our flaws
And our blind emotions
No matter how small
And no matter how great
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
No, I’m not what you think I am
Not really, things happened to me
But they are not me

I can’t say because that’s really about you
I’m not interested in justification
Only the things you cannot see

I don’t feel like I’m being difficult
Answering is like telling you I love you
Isn’t that really where it’s going?

Oh yeah, you’re asking the questions
But you don’t know how to ask
It feels more like you’re telling

How can I say what I am
Oh, I should just say it then
I thought this was about you

You didn’t know where to start?
Well where do you want it to end?
How about with what is true?

I’ve made plenty of money
It seems to me it’s still coming in
But it’s only like the wind

There are people I know who are sick
But it’s not about their temperature
It’s only about the pain they are in

I can only tell you how I feel
Or maybe I should describe a tree
But wouldn’t it be better to sit under it?

I only have peace when I’m happy
So when do think that happens?
Yeah, it’s the same for you isn’t it?

I have some things I could say about my past
But you haven’t asked about that
You haven’t gotten over yourself

I’m friends with everyone I’ve loved
More or less, maybe less
It’s really more about forgiving myself

I don’t know if I should ever say I love you again
It makes it so hard to speak freely
Does that surprise you?

It’s not about loving you
Or telling you how you hurt me
Or you telling me I hurt you too

We know these things going in
It shouldn’t be a shock
We just need to know if we want it to work

I would wait as long as you want me to
You need to know about me first
I don’t really know if I’m sick or just hurt

So what was the question?
Nov 2014 · 548
I Don't Sleep on Rocks
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I'm not afraid of love anymore
Just the loss of freedom
I'm not afraid of pain like before
My heart can live in any season

Winter pain
Spring rain
Summer game
Fall to blame

I don't sleep on rocks
Nor between satin sheets
But where the soul flocks
Is where love meets

Meadow greens
Mountain streams
Snowy Aspen scenes
Natures dreams
Nov 2014 · 676
Revelation
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
The sun smashed the window into a thousand pieces
Scattered photosphere
Illuminated cuts
Hydrogen, helium, ion magnets
Demanding the rain to follow
“Rain upon them evil doer!
Bring your darkest cloud
And you will see how you cannot defeat the light!”

She said, “I could never do that
Your veins
Your voice
Your screaming body
It’s not right that you possess these gifts of anger!”

He said, “All of my mistakes have gathered
And the insistence that I care for every ritual
And of those who would control our lives
It is all here now and the windows can no longer protect us
We need the darkness to end the darkness
And then the darkness will know that what is dark is not light!”

The moon plunged deep into the melancholy of the oceans
With tides of tears entering the arteries of past glories
Sweeping across the land only to exclaim:
“I no longer care for your presence
Do not ask me to help you with each new lover
You are unable to remain true yet you bring them to me
I am not a mirror for your lies anymore”

He could not escape his madness
These things poisoned his mind
There was nothing that seemed to be of itself
What needle pointing south?
What melting pavements in winter?
What shade blistering his skin?
What darkness through the window at high noon?

He lay still
A shard for every pore
A drop of rain for every drop of blood
A lie for every truth
A question for every answer
It had broken his mind
And at that moment he finally realized why he was alone
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
And who would dare complain
Without a flood from heaven
Separating us from sin
Knowing some will be lost
Never to see their God again?

And who would dare complain
Without indigenous tribes
Chased by the cruelest of men
Armed with manifest destiny
Ready to take their land?

And who would dare complain
Without bombs raining down
Immoral and ruthless
Serving the ambitions of those
Living inside a fortress?

And who would dare complain
Without starving first
Walking the streets alone
Carrying a sign of mercy
Only to be blamed or ******?

And who would dare complain
Without wearing chains
Feeling the whip crack
Knowing the next day
The master will be back?

And who would dare complain
Without immortality mocking
From a grave already waiting
Because they were not buried
With those God would be taking?
Feeling blessed and a bit angry about those who are spoiled by entitlement
Nov 2014 · 571
She's Gone
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
No instrument could torture
More than memories of their room
He cursed all thought
Under blankets that once held her
Because they had violently fought
Within the darkness of his gloom

No half pint would do
For a man who talks to himself
“I know!” he yelled
“Don’t tell me what is true
It was by my hand she was felled
Her love didn’t die by itself”

“I can’t really sing”
Said the sad man sadly
“But if only I could (!)
Words that ring
From instruments of wood
Would always love her madly!”

The staggering symphony
Sounds that mocked romance
He wept hoping the morning dew
Would awaken her sympathy
But the answer he already knew
Her heart had given it's last chance
Nov 2014 · 373
Beautiful, Forever, You
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
Before I go on or begin or continue
I thought to remind you; I’m still that
old car; once shiny new in the showroom;
the one you once admired but now I’ve
faded a bit or maybe a lot; I don’t mind the
dents so much anymore because I know
it’s at least a sign of honesty because it
is all there and still I know how good it
can be

All the words are here, waiting on a
feeling describing how the world stole
what you were born with along with
what was learned but lost on the way;
You know what happened but for some
reason the mark you left on us all was
not to your liking; maybe it’s because
you think we either don’t remember
you or instead remember you but wish
to forget

There’s not a tree in the forest that
hasn’t felt the terror of lightening above
or the heat of a fire below or the cut
of a blade within; but that is the life;
shedding, healing, growing; making
shadows and shelter for the birds
who understand its purpose; capturing
the breezes that blow for those
who wonder about such things

But you only see what shallow minds
value and not what nature allows
you to be; your dreams bring alive
what is inside and it is not your
flaws that make birds and squirrels
gather and live by your gifts; it is
not the scar they leave behind that
judges your worth; it is not their passage
through your life that ends yours

You felt like a memory; a gulch once proud
but now abandoned by the rain; used
by those who once needed you so badly;
but it is what you did for them that matters
and that is who you are even if someone
thinks of you as a wistful promise of what
once was

What can one say against you that they
do not stand accused; what good can one
do that you have not already done; what
can anyone compare to what you have
sacrificed knowing the day would come
when the world would try to separate itself
from you because superficiality is what
is served in high places while wisdom and
dignity is cast aside; there is nothing that
can compare to you; nothing, except what
lives in a forest; beautiful, forever, you
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I’ve been hit

This is it
I’m going to die
But I was lucky
It was just dirt that blinded me
And a bullet with its own dying gasp
But it hurt so bad
I thought about living
I couldn’t just walk away from it all
Then I realized I was ok
I wanted to live so badly
I finally realized the truth
I thought of my Mother
And my Dad
I got up
I had to live for them
And die for them too

Fear was no longer an issue

We say leave no Marine behind
But we also never leave courage behind
There is a way a Marine must live
And it was time to run
Forward
Up the hill
We had to take it
We jumped over potholes
Holes made by our jets
And our artillery
We just had to **** them all
We had bayonets
It was going to be ruthless
There was no time for anything but victory

There is nothing more desperate than hand to hand combat

While people were carrying signs
I was carrying a gun
While people were fighting the police
I was fighting a stranger
I had to **** a man I would never know
Or he would **** me
I kept thinking
This is it
But I kept running
And everyone was with me
Courage was everywhere
Politics didn’t matter
Morality didn’t matter
We just had to take the hill
And we did
Even after three days of no rations
The choppers brought them in
We thought they were going to take us out of there
But instead we were ordered to take the hill
We had to order people to die
I don’t know how I can forget this

I ordered my best man to die

He had to be the one
Because if he didn’t do it
We would all die
And now I carry that with me
Forever
When you look at me
Old
Wrinkled
Saluting
I’m thinking of him
That is why I am crying
And I will never forget
They say I’m a hero for freedom
But that day I was a warrior
And I didn’t think about freedom
I just thought about my guys
It was about us
Some of us survived
Others did not
But I am their memory
And today I remember the sign on the tree

“Was it worth it?"
I watched a documentary on Vietnam and it got to me so this is a true story....
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
I'm The One You Blame
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I’m the son of a convicted felon
An orphan living without love
They sent me to the river
The one they always spoke of
So who you gonna’ blame?

I came over on a boat
But my mom died along the way
We were put in a camp
All we could do was pray
Will he know my name?

I could go back
Or I could stay
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stray
I see the lantern gleaming
And I’m huddled at its feet
This land was meant to be free
But there’s no food on the street

You couldn’t get a job
Then they laid you off
They wouldn’t give you a raise
Now you hate your boss
Is that why you’re mad I came?

The sun was shrouded
By your darkness
The moon was drowning
In my tears
The oceans were boiling
From your anger
The mountains were falling
Because of our fears

Should I go back
Or I should I remain
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stain
I cried when I saw the flag
Who did they die for?
Those who were already here
Or me to fight in the next war?
This isn't about amnesty; it's about reality
Nov 2014 · 360
I Know Baby
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
My fantasies are not what I want anymore
You can't reach a soul when you think *** is love
I don’t need to tell you how I feel
You saw it in my eyes and it's you I'm thinking of

I moved past a life living under the same roof
How can I make you grow if it's all about me?
Because what you are all about is so good
You talk about us but there is so much more you can be

You can call me baby
I don’t always have to smile
Cry on my shoulder
Go ahead and cry
I know baby
I know

It seems I can only offer someone pain
You give so much and I just take
How can you see anything good in me
When I keep living for my own sake?

I want you to stop being afraid
I’m not anymore
I know you might meet somebody new
The rain might pour
That’s the chance I’m willing to take
Even if he shuts our door
But caring about you forever is what I will do
Even if you don’t call anymore

You can call me baby
I don’t always have to smile
Cry on my shoulder
Go ahead and cry
I know baby
I know
Nov 2014 · 225
We Must Live Together
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
They had sunshine in their eyes
Burning brightly like hot stones
But steam rose as they entered the waters
Cooling the marrow in their angry bones

They gathered their thoughts
Leaving room for their tired bodies
Their poles could not reach the bottom
From ships sailing upon the hate of the centuries

There was only one direction to go
Away from the entrance to the final door
Free skies and seas were impatiently waiting
For those longing for peace and not war

They gathered their children together
But the tempted one’s chose to remain
They cried as they waved to fading lighthouses
Praying the doors of decision would see them again

They decided to test their faith apart from a culture
That only knew how to bury their dead
Forgiveness of their destiny was an imaginary dream
Until they remembered wooden ships were crosses instead

Desire never left them, it only changed course
Words in strange languages slipped from their hands
Their existence remained as it was written
They were lost because of what they could not understand

The light became consumed by their judgments
What they thought was good were walls of resistance
Their detachment from creation was complete
Until they realized that freedom was only stark distance

Horizons of apprehension marked time until they returned
The lamb waded ashore with the children who were left behind
The islands they sought were instead full of longing and sadness
For love was something to share and not something to find
Nov 2014 · 285
Safe Horizons
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
You speak so close with only a look
But I hear things from beyond the horizon
Safe
Imagined
Hopefully you
You became like a silent book
Full of life but waiting for my attention
For love
From me
To you
But am I a saint or a crook?
Neither for my mistake is honest apprehension
For how can I know
About me
Or about you?
Nov 2014 · 484
Remove it From Our Sight
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
Stringing beads of discontent, dangling
Every color of the spectrum, strangling
Over shallow waters of ignorance
Where the children choose to wade
Rather than deep waters where shadows are made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight

Blank faces with no souls, staring
We describe them instead of caring
In time we will know what they were saying
What memory we choose is what stayed
What we refuse to abandon is the image we made

Concrete setting in our souls
Filling the crevices and the holes
Enough we say of this way of being
Give me the pain of knowing and seeing

Grace is in how you forgive yourself
We removed it to see for ourselves
We had to know this time
Why the price was already paid
For children not knowing why they were made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight
Nov 2014 · 422
I Can Only Imagine
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
I can only imagine
Where we all live together
In a world where our eyes see the truth
Instead of the lies we conceive
Where a family loves for love
Instead of shutting doors on one another
Because of perceptions they believe

I can only imagine
The bitterness that dries our eyes
Replaced by tears of joy
Because we no longer grieve
Where the blessings of the wicked
Are not the prayers of the meek
Lying in wait hoping we will receive
Nov 2014 · 784
This Is What It Is
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
This is what it is
An alternate reality
Except you already made the choice
Without knowing
Because the poetry is there
Not a dream
But a life
Open minded
Without pre-conception
Or norms
In the rain
Without an umbrella
In the dark
Without a light
In the sky
Without wings
Inside
Or out
Without need
A shadow
Without its body
This is what it is
Willing
Relaxed
Changing
Without a past
Melting candles
Wax covered glass
Exploding rigidity
Morals
Without judgment
Freedom
Without harm
Sought out
If you dare
Exposing
Trusting
This is what it is
An x-ray
Transparent
Without fear
Or agenda
Sincere
Fully formed
Integrated
Yet unique
Communal
Yet individual
Experimental
Excess
In the now
Blooming
Hopeful
Expecting
Smiling
This is what it is
It is ready
Not waiting
Beginning
This is what it is
Nothing else
But everything too
Every possibility
In love
Pleasant
Happy
This is what it is
Timeless
Though it may be short
Because now you know about it
What is
Was
Undefined
Uninhibited
Natural
Without affectation
Or pretension
This is what it really was
Until they tried to recreate it
Without being it
Or feeling it
This is what it was
A river flowing
But not to the sea
Instead
Inside of me
All for an instant
Just to say wow
And it's gone
Because now we know
What it was
Instead of what it is
It is only
When it is
Perfect
This is the second cousin to this one:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/909116/the-soothing-mind/
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
It is the exclusion of the exception
that fires your mind; suggestions deep
enough to gain your attention but vague
enough to prompt your objection burn
deeply into apathy’s lethargy

Art is creation while change is alchemy;
can working on yourself  be so transformative
that your mind becomes your art? It is your
actions that they will see and what you
inspire in others will become your muse

Irony; it was in the air that I could not see and
the thoughts I could only feel but not show
that brought the purpose of my existence into
view and yet I still asked why

It seems I make my mistakes only when
my personality is involved; but what I feel
is always right for me because my heart
does not concern itself with being memorable
or justified

There needs to be more because she needs
more than what I need; I could walk alone for
days and still love her but that’s not what
she bargained for when she decided to give
me a chance

Until I know the difference between a sandstorm
in the desert and a hurricane in the ocean the
vastness between perception and truth will always
be a trek that only a desperate human being would
ever consider; I wonder if that is what I have become
Nov 2014 · 424
The Other Side of Normal
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
The other side of normal; forward
motion progressing to what is actually
the natural state of being a person,
meaning I don't care how old I am;
nothing can stop what I have become

It was a chase or maybe a pull to
please my upbringing but what looked
good on paper wasn't what or who I
really was

Normal has a downside; not falling
but instead a remnant flickering in
the dark; a curiosity but not a life to
believe in

No longer drawn to external forms;
all that is left is to know what you
believe because you already know
enough to tell us without preparation

You said it once; your mistake is
that you didn't write it down so now
you can't find what you already know
about what is worth fighting for and
what you should be afraid of

All you have to do is stop worrying
because whatever is happening in the
news is intended to make you look;
don't look, what good is it to you?

But are you living in a good place;
does it help the way you feel about
who you are and what you want to
do because if not, then what are you
doing?

The best thing you can be is humanistic
no matter with whom you are speaking
because what could go wrong when the
gentle truth of who you are and how you
care is always moving forward?
After a couple of marriages and living a life "having done all that."
Nov 2014 · 322
An Unknowing Shell
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
She tried to deafen love's call
covering her ears to old words,
unable to stop their torment;
but she was an unknowing shell
cast upon his shores and the
changing sounds of what she was
hearing and where she had come
from would not be revealed until she
realized the echos of the ocean that
swept her to him now whispered a
destiny that came from within her soul
Oct 2014 · 1.4k
Rite of Passage (for a son)
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
If there is anything that will accompany you in all of your travels it is free will. It will continue its inexhaustible journey exceeding the life your parents, your schooling and your vocational pursuits, dominating your every thought and decision. It will control your destiny beyond any external force or suggestion that is placed upon your pillow. It will neither guarantee success nor doom you to failure. But it will place all manner of excuse, blame or alibi at your feet to be crushed by its unyielding demand that the freedom to choose is a man’s game to be played only by those who are willing to accept the consequences of its exercise.

And what of God? Is it the will of man to be presented the option of paradise versus eternal damnation? For who would dream up such a choice? It would seem that it is no choice at all for the former is laden with streets of gold while the latter summons visions of burning flames and the wish to perish only to be laughed at by a being so diabolical that he exclaims, “And you wanted earthly riches so badly that you gave up streets of gold for the right to beg me to finish you off!” And yet the choice exists in the vacuum between mere rumor and fact; fact that cannot be measured but only sensed or felt. And as you are bathed in the witness of those with the spirit burning from within, you find that your mind must choose its path. And though you are free to choose you will find that the choice is not solely a matter of belief but a matter of self-determination for the choices that you must make about God are not a matter of a single affirmation or denial but a daily choice of good versus evil. And you will be confused by the power of evil because it does not reveal itself readily; instead it will tempt you beyond all that which you have ever known. And you will then know the choice is not one of saying yes and then departing the witness stand; it will be a choice that will become who you are as a human. And yet if God does not exist the choice remains in how you interact in your daily walk amongst those who do believe knowing that some will try to make you feel less than holy because of a particular certainty that you do not possess and some will attempt to save you because they believe they are commanded to concern themselves with your salvation.

And what of truth? For it is said that an honest man’s pillow is his peace of mind, yet you will know that truth may also bring pain, punishment, scorn, estrangement or confusion. To tell the truth no matter the consequence is to say that you stand alone in principle or in condemnation for your acts. It is to say you have no friend who will be protected for his actions or spared what you deem to be real. To tell the truth no matter the consequence is to say you will risk all that you have worked for by raising the ire of those with the power to destroy you or to crush the dreams of innocents who are to be told that their beliefs are those of mere fantasy. To tell the truth is to question everything that you encounter including the God who you have decided to accept or reject for what you have learned about him may be second-hand from charlatans or from a book that you barely understand or from an unbeliever full of scorn or from a believer who swears that miracles occur in this very age. To tell the truth is to never accept what it is that cannot be proven even as you are asked to accept that which cannot be proven as eternal truth.

And what of fear? Can you choose not to be afraid? Is it a matter of only being afraid of imminent danger or of being afraid of possibilities or differences in others? Is it a matter of settling in behind walls, either real or imagined, to surround yourself with like-minded fools, separating yourself even further from understanding and compassion towards those who are different than yourself? For any man who resists the ideas of another before they are fully comprehended or who rejects another because they do not believe exactly as you or who rejects another who believes things you never considered because they lived in another land or who rejects another solely because a flag or a book has been branded as the truth without question becomes merely a mark for those who wish to exploit his mind for their own gain.

And what of love? The love of family is forever. It will sustain you, define you, remind you, inspire you… but even though the blood of your past is always present you must find yourself and remember that a legacy can be uplifting or destructive. And as you become a man you will find love in the eyes of a woman. And she will become your life as your family steps to the periphery. And you will think of flowers and birds and meadows covered with dew as passion overtakes your sense of everything except ravishing her with your life and your body…. But what of separation and conflict… what if the mystery of her heart is revealed to be a horror story so deep that you are consumed with the rage of a man who has lost his mind? Can you say yes without the assurance of forever? Will you know in your heart who it is that you entrust with everything that is dear to you? Your goals? Your dreams? Will you know her before it is too late to close the door to your heart?

And what of you? Do you know who you are and what you will die for? What you will stand alone for? What sacrifices you will make? Will you know what life is about and find a reason to live and not to consume? Will you look to the past and anticipate the future to guide your present? Will you understand the forces that guide you or will you trade free will for chance and wait for fate to choose your path? Knowing that destiny is driven by your hand and fate can be driven by neglect or apathy, will you wake up each morning with an eye on what it is that defines you as a man? Will you live to do good or to do evil? Will you understand that each day is the day to begin your life anew? To make the changes that need to be made and to only use the past as a guide to learning and not as an anchor of unworthiness?

You are loved my son and what you are IS my son and I only ask these questions of you because of my love for you. For I cannot live your life and I do not ask you live your life for me. That is for you and I hope you choose wisely. I do love you more than you will ever know.
Oct 2014 · 477
Before
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
A fateful cocoon
Just a feeling
Nobody told you
You just knew
You hear sounds
And sense the light
As you ready yourself
For loves revival

A sparse moon
Staring at the blue disk
Awaiting his lover
Silently wondering
Aglow from desire
Reflecting passion
Fed by the desperation
Of loves survival

You pushed through
The vine was bare
A budding romance
Warned by your thorns
To be ogled
And pruned
Until the day
Of loves arrival
Oct 2014 · 391
It is You I Want to Know
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
It is you I want to know

Silent belief, expunged pride, learning;
knowing of duty inside a prayer to what
guides your conscience towards understanding

Apart from convention and vicarious pleasure;
dogged in faith, quietly accepting of your
anonymity

Failing at what man would measure
to be worthy; excelling at making
children feel safe

Seeking the heart and not the law;
the empathetic moment before it happens
to you; the knowledge that each of us
has a story

Never breaching the peace,
making peace, instinctively; never
losing sight of what is right

Passing through this life, loving
what you live with; nature, laughter,
honesty

Accepting different paths because
of different beginnings, never too sure
but caring for another man’s silent
belief

It is you I want to know
Oct 2014 · 285
Show Me How
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
I think you could teach me what I forgot
Or maybe it’s just that I never knew how
I don’t know if you’d take the chance
On love that needs time instead of right now

I’ve been trying to lose my pride
But it keeps finding its way back home
It’s a feeling I don’t miss when it’s gone
But it’s something that can’t live on its own

I wonder if could do it
Would you risk another vow?
Is it good enough that I want to love again
For you to show me how?

There’s the right way to feel
And the right way to care
I just want to know
What’s the right way to share?

I’ve been going down my own road
I’m not lost but I haven’t been found
We’re both heading in the same direction
But are we walking on the same ground?

I wonder if could do it
Would you risk another vow?
Is it good enough that I want to love again
For you to show me how?
Song lyrics
Oct 2014 · 953
The Soothing Mind
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
Welcome to the world of the soothing mind
We have achieved everything once considered impossible

We love our neighbors
We fight no wars
We possess no weapons

We will not achieve full spectrum dominance

We are sane
We ask for nothing
We give everything

You ask where is this world?
I say you are standing on it
But how can this be
For none of the things I say could possibly be true

Oh but they are
Because a dreamer can take you there
I just need one person
And it will become not about me
But instead it will be about we
And in it my daughter will laugh
As she did today
But instead of celebrating a moment
We will celebrate her life
And the life of your daughter
And your son
And mine

We have achieved these things
And it is because we dare to think that way
We do not accept the values of the material world
Nothing is for sale
Because what is priceless cannot be sold
It belongs to everyone
It is holy
It is shared
It is loved by all
And possessed by none

You won’t have to beg
It will be giving
You won’t have to cry
It will be comforting
You won’t have to hide
It will be liberating
You won’t have to wonder
It will be revealing
You won’t have to conform
It will be accepting
You won’t have to pretend

It will be real

There will be a day when you believe in what I say
But you may think you already believe these things
That you don’t need to be told of what is good
But do you believe these things?
Or do you believe in someone?
Or something?
Are you ready to live believing
Or die deceiving?
Are you ready to live naively?
Or die cynically?
Are you ready to live with a dream
Or die with a scream?

It may take one hundred years
A century
But I’m not waiting
I can’t
I will dead long before then
So I will live where I want to live
And it will be wherever I walk
It will be wherever I work
It will be wherever I sleep
There will be no consideration of money
It is about being honest
There will be no spin
There will be no pretend

I may not be shrewd
I may not be clever
But that is because I do not think that way
There is nothing to calculate
There is nothing to manage
There is no solution
There is no opportunity
There is no ethic related to money that exists
Because being true is what this world is about
And the light of this world shines on my children
For they will know their father
And he will NOT teach them how to take advantage of people
He will NOT teach them how to lie when lying is accepted
He will NOT teach them how to be comfortable with sanctimony
He will NOT teach them to display their ego in their every utterance
He will teach them to understand that those who only think of money
Can never their friend

What can you give up for honesty?
What can you give up for empathy?
What can you give up for sincerity?
What can you give up for integrity?

For what you leave at the door to paradise will disappear from your mind
If you can only believe that nothing is everything
If you can only believe that what is inside is the only thing
If you can only believe that who you are is not what you bring
If you can only believe that the world that could never exist is shining
But can you see what is before you?
Or can you only see what man has taught you to see?
What man has taught you to believe
About the failings of everyone
About the lies of commerce
About the desires of the flesh
About the worth of destruction

Yes
Welcome to the world of the soothing mind
Put down your sword
Be who you are
Let them be who they are
Because only love can be everything to everyone
For every color
Has a heart
And every color
Has a heart
And every color
Has a heart
And this is all that is to be known
And when this is known
Then every heart will know
Of every heart
And then you will know
Of what I speak
Oct 2014 · 9.6k
Homeless
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
What can be believed living in the street?
He could only find peace
From the pages covering his feet
While those with good mothers fight
Over who’s wrong and who’s right
The corner dust forms a memorial
On a vacant Victorian seat

Their words died before they became deeds
Nothing mattered of his past
It could not fill his needs
He tried not think of her
There was nothing he could offer
Through his piercings he bled
But there was no water for his seeds

He looked to the heavens for paintings
But dreams in cloudless skies
Cannot be imagined when it’s raining
The corner was his
But it’s no place to live
Our faces are the measure of his worth
For he knows who he is displeasing
Oct 2014 · 755
Either Way
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
Being alone
Or being with you
It’s always the same
It’s who I am
And you’re there
Either way baby
Either way

I can think about you
Or talk to you
Either way
Either way
You're in my life
The way I am
The way I want to be

But you have to decide
Is it all or nothing
Or just a moment?
How many have you saved?
Did you waste them waiting for a promise?

Too many moments become a lifetime
You lost another one today
The day will come but you will never know
What you saved was being alone where you lay

Being alone
Or being with you
It’s always the same
It’s who I am
And you’re there
Either way
Either way
But you know that
Because you remember my smile
And my comfortable silence
When you let me think of you
Without asking me why
Oct 2014 · 366
Indecision
Mark Lecuona Oct 2014
Familiar streets are not like a walk in the rain
Strangers don’t recall why I did it
But nature remembers without being asked
What happened was so long ago
But the sun and the moon are so very young
Because I told them I only trust children
Everything that is good lives in the wild
There is nothing for us to see but life
We feed them and water the things we love
I want you because I knew you once
It’s as if you stepped out of a dream
Who can I love if they never saw me sleep?
What I hear are the things we never talk about
What is calling are the sounds we try so hard know
Rain bouncing on dry streets are words for lovers
You are what I know but the mystery remains
It’s because you are only real to me as a shadow
You must live this way because indecision blocks the light
Indecision Love
Sep 2014 · 3.3k
Betrayal
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
You let someone unworthy of your love make you feel
unworthy of any love. Yet you are making someone else
feel the same way because you won’t give them
a chance. But that person never seems to count.

You gave everything you had believing
in something. But then it was taken away
and given back and taken away again.
You thought it was the moon didn’t you?

It’s no wonder you are sad but you
believed what you heard. You didn’t wait
to see if it was real. You lived the dream and
still you don’t know how to wake up.

It’s a funny thing to be approached by someone
while you live your life and give them all the power.
A tree doesn’t stop making shade or shedding leaves
just because a new bird makes its home there.

Every field is plowed more than once so why
relive the past when each season is a new
memory if you’ll only be who you are. The heart
of the soil made for all of life is still yours to keep.
Sep 2014 · 2.9k
Watching As They Grow
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
Like an abandoned creek bed
Hosting a river for a day
Or a desert sky
Screening a rain storm matinee
A parent will wait
No matter time passing
With a heart that remembers how
When our children need us to be strong
Sep 2014 · 390
Unexplained
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
Why won't she
Why can't I
She won't just
It's only
It's never
She'll wait
If I could
Is it what I
If she would
I only need
But she might if
It has to be
What she will
Or else she
While I cry
Because I never
What she was
Sep 2014 · 225
Sweet Lady
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
Sweet lady
They want to hide you from the night
Let me be your witness
Show me what you keep inside

Sweet lady
They tell you to cover up
But your eyes still know enough
To show a man how to love

Let me see you
Let me be with you
The way you want to be
With me
With me

Sweet lady
Your face became my dream
You smile silently away
Knowing what I want to believe

Sweet lady
In another world
You would play in the light
Show me things only you can see

Let me see you
Let me be with you
The you
The you, you want to be
With me
With me
The way
The way you want to be
With me
With me
Sep 2014 · 208
That's How It Works
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
There's nothing you have to do
Except be yourself
It's not what we accomplish
It's what we feel
You won't remember what we did
You'll just remember you were happy
It's not a plan
It's a life
Together
It's not proving anything
It's being comfortable
With each other
You'll know it
And so will I
That's what we have to trust
Because that's how it works
Sep 2014 · 999
Hearts Without Borders
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
When you know
Of their blood
And their children
And what they are told
Then why are you surprised?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
Why they come
To breathe the same air
To live with hope
Then why are you unforgiving?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
That they are desperate
Because of no birthright
Except love of family
Then why are you afraid?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
They only want what you want
No more no less
Than a happy home
Then why are you angry?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides
Sep 2014 · 240
I Noticed
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
What happened to the water where we used to play?
It always came from storms that made us hide away
We were afraid but nature told us it would be alright
I always knew you because we shared the same dark night

I noticed you next to me
We couldn’t really say
Though we felt the same things
But castles were being built
That’s what grown-ups like to do

I’d like to dig my way to find the ocean under the sand
I know it’s there because my dreams guide my hand
Rocks jet out bringing me closer to desperate men
There’s no living except to sail where courage soothed them

I noticed I wasn’t the only one
Some dance the night away
You only needed an ocean
Castles fall away when we let them
Or were they ever really there?

The soft life hides from the failures of fear
I’m going to turn myself away from things I hear
I wasn’t born for what makes a King survive
Feelings aren’t for him to judge if they keep us alive

I noticed you walked away
Did I disappoint you
Or did you find yourself?
Castles seem small to ships at sea
I wondered if you were building a new one
Sep 2014 · 2.7k
For Every Traveler
Mark Lecuona Sep 2014
I am
With whomever I speak
Wherever I sleep
I am
Every form of season
Rain, snow, falling leaves, heat
I am
Not bound by culture or belief
For whatever I was
It is only truth I seek
I am
Every color of reason
Suffering and meek
I am
Travails and travels
Loneliness
Unique
I am
Someone to meet
Bowing to my host
Sharing a heartbeat
I am
Restless
Every man a brother
It is you who I keep
I am
The moon that never sets
Circling, reflecting, holding
Secrets that make me weep
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