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Feb 2012 · 489
As The Moon Passes
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You walk
And wait
With aimless expectation
As love kisses the moon
Unaware
You turn the covers
For the night
While the kiss
Is blown to you
Silently touching your heart
Coloring your dream slumber
With a promise
For your awakening
When you will see
Lost feelings... drifting
In the sky
That covers your life
Feelings
Wandering aimlessly
Until you collect them
With your eyes
And put them to rest
Inside your heart
Opening the door
Inviting the moon's silent kiss
To live forever
Where the marriage
Of feelings and a kiss
Will remain
While the sky
And the moon
Give... and give
More... and more
Filling the gap
Between you
And me
Feb 2012 · 2.2k
Suspicion and Paranoia
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Suspicion
                                                  and paranoia

If they're following you
It's real
                                                   but if they're not
Is it an emotion
Or a state of mind?
Somebody just inspired this by their behavior.... and no... it's not you....
Feb 2012 · 1.1k
The Lobbyist
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
An initial for a name
A bowtie under his chin
An arrogant manner
Frames his smirking grin
So very smooth
Knowing what to say
Then you realize he said nothing
As you’re walking away
You're not on the inside
So you’re on the outside
He knows the difference
In you he won’t confide
He walks around with that air
A master of corporate speak
He talks footprints and solutions
But your counsel he does not seek
He says he loves the action
And it makes you wonder
Mingling with liars and thieves
And those who will plunder
How can he be trusted
When he has mastered the game?
He seems to know everything
But to him you're just a name
He will upgrade at a party
He never makes eye contact
He needs to feel important
With him it’s all an act
He’ll use every big word
And name drop with a smile
You can’t win with him
It’s all part of his style
Then one day he’ll quit
And pretend to care in transition
But he’ll just read his texts
And move on with his transformation
He’s never been real
It’s all about the money
You never feel his warmth
Because he’s such a phony
You know those birds of a feather
Always flocking with one another
So don’t be fooled by his manner
He’d sell our country and his mother
He'd sell his soul too
If he had one to sell
But he made a deal with the devil
Who will see him in hell
Unfortunately I'm in corporate America so this is from personal experience....
Feb 2012 · 1.5k
What You Don't Understand
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
What you don’t understand
Is that I don’t think like you
I don’t wait in line
Because there is nothing that I need

What you don’t understand
Is that I’m not turned on like you
I’m not a thrill seeker
Because I don’t crave speed

What you don’t understand
Is that I’m not impressed
I don’t have to prove my manhood
Because I already planted that seed

What you don’t understand
Is that I don’t keep up with you
I don’t care anymore
Because I am not full of greed

What you don’t understand
Is that you cannot control me
I made you angry
Because we never agreed

What you don’t understand
Is that I don’t live in your world
I’m not trendy
Because all I do is lead

What you don’t understand
Is that you cannot reach me
I am not vulnerable
Because I will never bleed

What you don't understand
Is why I won’t laugh
I am not fooled
Because you are so full of need

What you don’t understand
Is that it will never work
I will not be compromised
Because your plan will never succeed

What you don’t understand
Is that I seek the truth
I reject what you stipulate
Because I don’t eat what you feed

What you don’t understand
Is that you will never know
I don’t have to explain
Because I have my own creed

What you don’t understand
Is that I will soon be gone
I only warn you
Because I want you to take heed

What you don’t understand
Is that I don’t have to run
I will never follow
Because I will always precede

What you don’t understand
Is that you will never understand
I will prompt questions
Because I will always mislead

What you don’t understand
Is that your time is short
You will soon wilt
Because freedom will **** a *****



All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2011. Mark Lecuona
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The age of awakening
When a boy becomes a man
No longer just listening
He questions who holds his hand
A revelation of life
His mind now his own
He will continue to search
His thoughts no longer on loan
From the world of eternal persuasion
The message he receives a ruse
God is this; Your country that
The truth has been abused
The confusion of a material world
And knowing how to live
He is confronted by a choice
Is it better to receive... or to give?
He will finally know
As the charlatans are revealed
They speak for themselves
Their motives no longer concealed
His ability to discern
And live on as a man
Will guide his future
As he discovers his plan
Fearful Mother remain strong
As you watch your bird fly away
You may well trust his wings
For you taught him to fly this way
Feb 2012 · 563
I'm Not
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I’m not a loser
I’m just not perfect
I’m not a bad man
I’m just not nice all the time
I’m not weird
I’m just not normal
I’m not strange
I’m just not familiar
I’m not hard
I’m just not easy
I’m not bitter
I’m just not happy all the time
I’m not arrogant
I’m just not humble
I’m not with anyone
I’m just not lonely
I’m not your only lover
I’m just not your first
I’m not what you want me to be
I’m just myself
I’m not worried what you think
I’m just interested in you
I’m not always around
I’m just there when you need me
I’m not meant for anyone
I’m just living my life
I’m not ignoring you
I’m just in my own world sometimes
I’m not leaving
I’m just going to find myself
I’m not gone
I’m just deciding what to do
I’m not afraid
I’m just not sure
I’m not
I’m just
Feb 2012 · 545
I Can Only Wait
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Like a rock
Watching the water fall
I can only lay
Like the sand
Watching the ocean surge
I can only erode
Like an island
Watching a hurricane approach
I can only survive
Like a building
Watching the earth move
I can only hope
Like a tree
Waiting for the gale
I can only bend
Like a bank
Watching the river overflow
I can only stand
Like a forest
Watching the fire
I can only burn
Like a deer
Watching a tiger run
I can only die
Like a slave
Watching the whip
I can only bleed
Like a problem
With only bad choices
I can only lose
Like a baby
Without a mother
I can only cry
Like a Father
Without his children
I can only wait
Feb 2012 · 1.1k
Mock Trial
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
What if I told you I think I have a brain tumor?
And that I’ve tried to make contact with the chosen one?
And that my sense of self has been over-ridden by a sense of community?
And that suddenly I’m worried about being on a show called, “This is my life?”
And that they asked me, “How many people have you helped?”
What would I say?
How many witnesses would there be against me?
What if every person I didn’t help but could have was there?
What if every person I hurt was there?
What if they remembered each moment as if it happened yesterday?
What could I say?
How could I justify any of it?
I don’t have any witnesses
Not that many anyway
Maybe a few here and there
But what if God brought forward people who didn’t believe in him?
And asked me why they can be so good and I so bad even though I've tried to believe?
And what if he asked me why I stole those flip-flops back in 1981?
And what if he asked me why I lied to that girl about what I really did that night?
And what if he asked me why I try to ****** every pretty girl I meet?
And what if he asked me why I rejected his son?
And what if he asked me why I couldn’t get along with the two women I married?
And what if he asked me why I only thought of myself?
What would I say?
What could I say?
But you know
I don’t really have a brain tumor
At least I hope not
My head just hurts so much though
And now I’m thinking I’m ******
Because even after going through my mock trial
I haven’t changed
I mean Peter denied Jesus three times even though he saw it with his own eyes
And the Jews mocked God even though they saw a pillar of fire
And Judas betrayed Jesus even though he knew the truth
How can I be expected to be so good and I don’t know the truth
How can I be expected to be so good when I am born under original sin?
How can I be expected to be so good when I am a sinner?
How man?
HOW??????
Feb 2012 · 670
I Will Be You
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Must I suffer to understand suffering?
Must I starve to understand starvation?
Must I bleed to understand bloodshed?
Must I experience in order to empathize?
Can I not feel your pain?
Can I not tell of your pain?
Can I not obsess about your pain?
My numbness is an abomination against mankind
I will not ignore
I will not turn away
I will be you....



Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Feb 2012 · 966
I Don't Stand
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You know
Don't you?
You see my picture
A Yuppie
Clean-cut
Straight
Selfish
Greedy
No problems
Just endless opportunities
But why do you think that?
Are you prejudiced?
Well?
Are you?
Is it possible
That maybe
Just maybe
I'm mad too?
That I can relate to you?
Do I have the right
To swear?
To hate?
To be angry?
Or am I too clean?
Yeah
I'm clean
I have my act
I'm boring
At times
I go with the flow
I don't rock the boat
I drink Chardonnay
At the dinner party
As the guests pretend
To be worldly
Because they stood
In Paris
Or Milan
But have they ever stood
In Harlem?
Or East Austin?
At night?
That's worldly
Why?
Because it's real
I haven't stood there
Because I'm scared
But I think about it
All the time
And I wonder
Do I have the right
To be angry?
Can I write a rap poem?
Can I think like them?
Or does my clean
White
Face
Disqualify me?
I want to be mad
Here
Now
Today
And I will be mad
Not because I'm white
Not because I'm not black
But because I know
Yeah
I know
And I hate that I know
And still smile
With my white wine
And my pretend world
Yeah
It doesn't mean ****
Neither does this
Because I don't stand
In the ghetto
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The drops of rain
Play a leaf like a drum
While desperate men
Are murdered
By a faceless enemy
My eyes are drawn near
Until the drops
Begin drawing lines
On my face
And my vision becomes blurry
Between life giving
And indifferent existence
I wish to become
As nature is
In harmony
Soothing
Instinctual
At times heartless
But beautiful
And without worry
I must ask
In what world of deception
Must the magic of caring
Overcome its daily death?
Where good men remain silent
Preferring to live anonymously
For fear of losing everything
Or the respect
Of a zealot
Who wrote the rules
That bind us mercilessly
Inside the pressure resonates
With looming consciousness
Where the end provides comfort
To rational thoughts early death
As time is killed needlessly
Take from me
The lashes of my weaknesses
Hurtful pride
Ruthless selfishness
Contrived masculinity
Look not my way for your ambition
For I will not die for you
I will not bow down
I will not pretend to understand
I will exchange your judgment
For my self-respect
All that remains is true integrity
Washing over me
Until I can no longer accept anything
But the truth
Of the horror
That you peddle endlessly
Feb 2012 · 1.5k
The Pedestal
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Her smile held my hand
As I led her up the grand staircase
She pulled on her pleats
And carefully took her place
To be gazed upon and worshipped
Buttressed by my approval
A saint of ****** desire
She could not foreshadow her removal
As the glow of my delusion shines
She is unaware
Assuming her immortality
Cloaked by the intensity of my stare
Unspoken words are felt
She believes she has been pardoned
Mere beauty enough
For her heart had softened
Soon she paces
Back and forth in her discomfort
As for a moment
She lost her golden support
I dared avert my eye
To live if only for a moment
Alone and in control
Yet it only caused her torment
Her angelic eyes turned red
Her ***** sighed
Suddenly she realized
Her subject had lied
It was not eternal love
Or forgiving grace
Instead it was seduction
In his hands he held lace
As long as she was pretty
And demure in his presence
She could live on as a goddess
While faking its essence
What happened?
How did she lose control?
Assuming her power
She failed to see what he stole
Yes the princess
Has given her virtue
To an artful lover
Who pretended to be true
Her mistake
Was failing to heed his writ
Don't mistake my kindness
For weakness of the spirit
My power to love
Can be removed at will
As long as you are worthy
It will remain still
Spoiled by her parade
The queen commands
Her subject turns away
And begins making plans
Removing the grand staircase
He prefers an indelicate fall
The music has stopped
It is the end of the ball
Shocked to be so discarded
Once prized now yesterday's refuse
Devastated by her turning fate
She lives as a recluse
The Monarch
Sheds it's wings
Crawling back to her cocoon
Solitude the sadness to which she clings
The gaze is empty
He rises from his knee
Turning to another
She hears his heart plea
Take my hand
And mount my pedestal
Let me worship you
He smiles as she becomes ornamental
Another glass to break
Another jewel to steal
His passion unending
As the conquest is greater than what he feels
Feb 2012 · 661
It's Time To Be You
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Guilt, sorrow or obligation are not love or compatibility
A soul mate isn't just nice or there just to make you happy
These things cannot force the issue of where your true self lies
It is wrong to take the gifts of another under false pretenses
The sooner this is realized the better off all you will be
True understanding of yourself will open the door to your life
Once you can begin to live alone, then you can begin to share your life
The decision to share your life must be made from a position of strength
The decisions of a confused mind can cause endless turmoil
Know who you are so you can know what you can give
Learn to make your decisions based upon your true self
Shed the desires that others have of your life
Their wishes come from their own weaknesses, not your strength
Remember the things you've always wanted and take them to heart
That is who you are
Find that person
It's you...
Feb 2012 · 705
She Became The Man
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I was so stunned by how desperate your love-making was
                My eyes remained dilated
                Even as the sun revealed everything I ever forgot
But now we have a problem
I can see right through you
You showed me too much
Can we do it again?
I just want to be sure
                Because things just don’t seem the same
                You blew my mind out in a way that I never contemplated
                Even though it seems I’ve watched enough **** to know them all by name
But it wasn’t pornographic
And it wasn't like it was when I paid for it
I just don’t get how kind you are with children
And my mother
                But can arouse yourself to such a frenzy
                That in your haste you become me and I become you
You attacked
All pretense was drowned in a pool on the sheets
You played to a camera that wasn’t there
You destroyed all past lovers
And any chance that you could ever be truly honest with any man
                Except me
                But I get the feeling you’re not too worried about that
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
So you don’t like rejection?
How do you think I feel?
I must approach your throne
And hope for audience to my appeal
It is your heart that I see
In the unsmiling face that adorns
It is the wall I must penetrate
And the pain from your past scorns
You sit with arms folded
As I must prove my worth
I know who it is that I am
And I believe in our loves birth
The baby that I deliver to you
Is the one you cannot conceive
It is the love of your life
The one you will not believe
So listen to me closely
As you sift through your choices
You cannot avoid pain and fear
But can you hear me over their voices?
I will not raise mine to you
I will whisper in your ear
From afar you will see me
But my words will draw you near
You remain guarded
As I begin your new life
The gate is tightly drawn
The moat drowns romantic strife
But my words penetrate you
Like a Trojan horse in the night
Except instead of a myth
It will be as real as your eyes so bright
As the sun passes silently
You will open your gates at dawn
You resisted one final time
But my words attacked all night long
And in the end you will wonder
Why you gave the order to ****
What fear ruled over your kingdom
Was choked by love until it was still
Startled to find yourself free
In the fields of flowers and belief
You look to the hand you hold
It is the man you thought was a thief
And as your heart widens
And grows deeper than imagination
I enter the court of a lady’s dreams
And we will dance together as one
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Sometimes I think I can avoid the problems of life
I act like it’s not going to happen to me
That stuff only happens to other people
I don’t have to pay because I want it for free

If feels like I’m living in a war
There are casualties all around
I get nicked every now and then
But not enough to make a sound

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the bitterness in others
As they breathe between torments

Success seems so random at times
Every day I wake up in the same place
My work has become my life
But still I wear an anonymous face

The extremists are taking over
Most of us have nothing to say
The politicians take us all for granted
They say spend your money and then go away

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the fear in others
As they await life’s judgments

It’s a strange thing watching the news
I see our heroes dying every day
Nothing ever changes
Yet another baby will be led away

The more I think the less I believe
The less I believe the more I see
The more I see the less I need
The less I need the more I am free

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the hopelessness in others
As they accept their punishments

They say what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger
I’m so strong now that I have lost the thrill
I don’t need any more near death experiences
One more and my heart will soon be still

I spend so much time doing nothing
Like waiting at a light or being stuck in traffic
I wish I could gather it all up
And relive the hours I’ll never get back

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the pain in others
As they endure their disappointments

I think about *** all the time
But I want to live alone
I don’t want to explain myself
My mind will always be my own

There is an oasis where we all exist
But sometimes it’s only as we sleep
As soon as it passes you know you missed it
So we wait even as we weep

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the struggles of others
As they can’t make their payments

My daughter couldn’t wait for Christmas
She still believes and was so impatient
I wonder if a woman could love me
Like a child opening a present

I need your love just as you need mine
I know you want me to settle down
I see it in your eyes and hear it in the songs
That float around this lonely town

I don’t have a bad life
I just have bad moments
I see the heartache of others
As she tries to understand my resistance
Feb 2012 · 580
Reflections In Paradise
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Your body walks on sand
But where is your mind?
Your smile in another land
What did you hope to find?

The ocean pulling you in
Cold swells tickle your feet
You think of where you've been
Who were you hoping to meet?

Your eyes glistening like pearls
The moon, startled by your beauty
Forgets to make its tidal swirls
Is someone waiting in the city?

Wading into the darkness
Realizing your place
Reaching for an unseen answer
What will it replace?

Is paradise real?
Yes, if only for a moment
From unhappiness it must steal
Are you someone’s ornament?

Soon you will leave
Flying on sweet wistfulness
There is no need to grieve
Beyond the clouds, togetherness
Feb 2012 · 713
Distant Love
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
In the small and stolid world
Why is love so far away?
On the endless seas
Why are our dreams so close?
After the toil and hardship of each day
We remain awake where we lay
From a forgotten world
We see love painted on walls
On the dark ocean
We wait as time crawls
Then as the trade winds fill the sail
My eyes can see
My mind can think
My heart can feel
Even if the distance widens
The journey has begun
And I will remember
How much it is that I love you
Feb 2012 · 708
Always The Rain
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Silent sorrow
Judged by a purist
Guilt declared
An unrepentant jurist
Unable to breathe
Refusing to stand
Face in the tub
Ignoring the hand
Suffering's choice
Pain or pain?
Eclipse or night?
Always the rain
Feb 2012 · 494
You Have To Be Willing
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You have to be willing
To have your heart broken
You have to be willing
To hate me someday
If you want my love today

You already know I’m willing
To have my heart broken
You saw that in my smile
But why wait until someday
When we can find love today

I want all of you
That’s why I say these things
If you hold back
I’ll know it
And then someday
Will be today

You can’t love a man halfway
You can’t just wait and see
Do you want to ride your fears?
Or do you want to ride with me?

I can see it’s what you want
You’re tired of being afraid
You don’t know where to start
Why don’t we begin today?

I want all of you
That’s why I say these things
If you hold back
I’ll know it
And then someday
Will be today


Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Song lyrics.........
Feb 2012 · 806
I'm out of it........
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Man’s law
Hell on Earth
Suffering and death

God’s law
Hell on Earth
Suffering, death THEN retribution

Don’t ask me
I don’t give a **** anymore…..
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
“Everyone is tired of what I have to say,”
He said to nobody but himself
“The more I complain the more they walk away”
There’s no time to mourn
The death of an innocent boy
Even though he does not know it yet
His fate is in the hands of someone else

A crazy man tires of dream lies
He scares everyone with his rage
He doesn’t care if tomorrow comes or goes
Without his hope we are afraid
The locks on the vault watch closely
Because truth is their greatest fear

As the quiet of the evening approaches
Their senses remain on alert
They let him live and that was their mistake
The witness wonders about silence
Advantage is not easily gained
Is his voice worth the cost?
For a Vietnam Veteran I know.....
Feb 2012 · 566
True Love Has No Past
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Rising from love to love
Stepping on the rungs of pain
Looking deep into hope's eyes
Wondering if it will hurt again

You were the next one
Your beauty all I needed to see
Willing to take one more chance
I was ready to believe

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

What did I do with my time?
I can't even remember a name
Was I really that aimless?
They all just seemed the same

You are the one for me
It all finally seems real
I'm not looking for the door
I want to tell you how I feel

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

Don't be jealous of yesterday's love
Because that's not what it was
Don't be afraid it tempts me
Because there's no way it does
I could never go back
To something that was not true
There's nothing there for me
Because they were never like you

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

What's behind us is not a book
It's just notes scattered on the floor
Together we will begin our story
It's what we've been looking for

Yeah... it's what we've been looking for
It's what we've been living for
It's what we've been dying for
It's what we are meant for
For you
And for me
Because true love has no past
No past
No past
No past



Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Song lyrics.....................
Feb 2012 · 486
Your Eyes Gave You Away
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Our eyes met for a moment
But you looked away
Our eyes met again
And your heart began to obey

You act distracted
Your friends ask "What's wrong?"
You say, "Nothing"
But your heart hears my song

Your eyes told me
I knew you were mine
Your eyes told me
They gave me the sign

I know what you're thinking
You can't give yourself away
But this time you did
And your pride you did betray

Your eyes told me
I knew you were mine
Your eyes told me
They gave me the sign

Yeah...your eyes say you're mine
Even though you looked away
Yeah... your eyes say you're mine
There's not much else to say

Every man knows
How a girl acts
Instead of letting it show
She'd rather cover her tracks

You tried so hard
To not look my way
But I saw what I saw
You gave yourself away

Your eyes say you're mine
Even though you looked away
Your eyes say you're mine
There's not much else to say


Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Just some song lyrics about stuff that happens all the time in a bar....
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Why is the moon
So close to our hearts?
While the hot sun
Burns love before it starts
We can look
Into lunar eyes
While the solar winds
Carry our goodbyes
Does the moon love us
Because we return its gaze?
Does the sun remain bitter
Because we close our eyes to its rays?
The moon guides our lonely night
An audience to our dreams
While the sun awakens our delusions
And reveals all our schemes
It knows
Unforgiving in its intensity
It knows
It offers us no pity
So we run to our lover
At night as it smiles
Soothing our tired eyes
Understanding all our trials
The sun... a solitary sight
Dominates our horizon
The furnace of life
It does not embrace or wisen
Though we walk with a chill
And beg for a warm heart
It seems distant
I always feel apart
Tonight I will await
The understanding moon
Though you reflect the scolding sun
It is you who makes me swoon
Feb 2012 · 573
The Blues
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Each note a life
Together a story
Apart a moment
Sufferings glory
Self absorbed
Unable to blend
Yet in common
Pain with no end
There is no brush
Only the point
Sorrows life
Dignity to anoint
Unmistakable feeling
Hidden no longer
Shared reality
Making us stronger
Eyes closed
Memories near
Our desperation
Emotional fear
Anothers world
Becomes our own
And ours his
Tears on loan...
Feb 2012 · 527
Every Love Has Its Fall
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I walked towards you from a vanishing life
With every intention of adorning my loneliness
With you
I held you in my arms and found within your body
Every desire that I felt alone at night
Without you
I asked you why you let me in when you said no before
And you told me that finally your fearful mind
Got out of the way
You had the aura of availability yet I could never be sure
Your smile had no message to tell
It had no feeling to convey
Now as you gasp at my boldness
You realize how fantasy explodes on contact
And submission becomes real
You failed to see in my exposed eye
How I would ravage you until you were exhausted
Your virtue my last meal
And as the lonely enter a new world
Of reckless abandon and no restraint
Will we remember
That even as I made you bloom
The leaves may scatter soon on the pavement
Because every love has its Fall
Feb 2012 · 714
Your Flower Is Dying
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
And who is wise?
He
With sayings
Memorized
From a book
Written long ago
By men
Who worship
Stones?
And who is the fool?
She
Who cannot
Or will not
Listen to her elder?
Who denies
The water
That a rose needs
Does the gardener
Scoff
Because a rose
Is not a desert flower
Or unable to grow
From a rock?
Who is the fool
Who allows the bees
Their turn
While he looks away?
Assuming everything
Understanding nothing
Yet shouts
Ignorance
At the flower
When instead
A gentle breeze
And drops
Of love
Are needed
Who is the fool?
Who cannot see the flower
For what it is?
Who cannot sleep
Knowing the flower
Attracts others
So instead
He prays
And becomes
An eclipse
A cloud
A shadow
A drought
A blade
To cut down
Her beauty
So he can bury her
Under earthful scorn
Mocking her
For her ungrateful thorns
Because mere life
Was not good enough
Instead she dared
To be who she was
Yes he mocks
Knowing his wisdom
But unknowing his loneliness
Which will become the shadow
Over his life
Who is the fool?
The flower?
Or the gardener?
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I reached across the table and took her hand
She was stricken
“What are you doing?”
I asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“But we work together!”
I said, “This isn’t a job interview”
“I know silly but you know what they say about office romances”
I said, “Should I just pretend I don’t care about you like that?”
“No but I don’t know how this is going to work”
I noticed she was still holding my hand
I asked, “Why do we have to worry how it’s going to end before it even starts?”
“Is that what you think I’m saying?”
I said, “Yes. Are you wondering if I’ll make a good husband?”
She blushed a bit at that
I said, “I’m not worried about all of that. I’m very simple-minded. I like you. That’s it.”
She said, “But somebody has to worry about these things.”
I said, “I don’t have a ring with me”
She said, “Oh god is that what you think of me? That I need a ring on the first date?”
I said, “It seems your mind does.”
She looked at me… I could see she was thinking it through
I asked, “Should I quit my job? Should you? Should I ask for the check and just forget it?”
She hesitated
I noticed she still was holding my hand but now she was rubbing it
She finally said with a sigh, “No…. ****… why am I so nervous about something that should be good?”
I said, “Maybe we should just leave and go home alone… then we’ll talk tomorrow.”
She said, “Ok… but you know I like you…”
I said, “Stop… don’t say it… let’s just go…”
As I turned out my light I received a text from her
I wonder what its going to say….
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The baby it will never see
Bares another
And with each generation
The force builds
A butterfly's kiss
So gentle
As harmony awakens each morning
Striking a chord
Invisible to the eye
But not the spirit
The winds of patience
An artist
Arrives
With peril
For those who sleep
On Western shores
Feb 2012 · 477
I'm Not Here
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
It’s hard for me
You look me in the eye
And you want me
But I want the sky
It’s hard for you
You want to drink tea
And be in love
But I want the sea
What you want
Is not me
What I want
You can't see
I want the world
I want life’s problems
I want to think
I want to solve them
You want a quiet moment
And so do I
But you want to relax
While I want to ask why
And then you ask me
Why do you have to be that way?
I don’t know why
It covers me where I lay
I see your frustration
Instead of an oasis
I bring discomfort
And restlessness
I want to dig deep
Into the reservoir of emotion
I want to feel the pain
Of the human condition
You want to escape
You need me to take you there
Instead I push you away
All you can do is sit and stare
I let you in my life
As far as I can
I know it’s not enough
I’m not a companion
Yet you seem drawn
To the pictures I paint
The words are like a movie
You watch while I show no restraint
I want to drink that cup
And show you I can care
But as soon as I sit down
My mind drifts somewhere
And it’s not here
It’s not with you
Even with all your beauty
I still can see through
I see through you
As if you aren’t there
Because in fact you aren’t
You’re gone and I paid the fare
And when I sit alone
And wonder what I’ve done
You will think about me
While you are with another one
Drinking your tea
And being loved
While I suffer over you
And riddles that are unsolved
Feb 2012 · 799
The Bully
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You are only a child
Yet you have so much power
My son's future is being affected
His esteem shrinks hour by hour
I sit quietly wondering
Why a kind boy must suffer
He endures all your taunts
Along with his helpless father
We wait for a new day
When only his character will be judged
But will his physical stature
Give birth to a life-long grudge?
I pray for relief
In my son's mind
He does not deserve this
Yet life can be so unkind
Why must he avert his eyes
And shrink from view
Because he is not Atlas
And their scorn he cannot subdue
My son I love you so
I know the pain you hide
It is within me too
Together we make the painful ride
One day we will emerge
No longer heeding their taunts
They will vanish into our history
But what will be your response?
Take leave of the need to prove
And the obsession with their words
You will emerge the victor
And your fruit will adorn the orchards
Of a world that is understanding
That knows of your gifts
Take my hand my son
Let us forget these rifts
I will tell you who you are
I will place your worth before all
You will not be defeated
Because one day you will stand tall
My son is not the biggest kid around and I was upset because some boys were making fun of his height....
Feb 2012 · 449
The Muse Only I Know
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The water will make you bloom
Though it will never posses you
It is your secret desire
You cannot live in it
But you need its touch
Its caress
Its strength
Its life
Then you can live without it
And show everyone your beauty
The petals bursting with pride
While the water silently vanishes
Knowing your secret
Living alone
But knowing its worth to you
The water draws your radiance
But dies each day
Only to live again tomorrow
Let me be the water
With my eyes
With my words
With my approval
With my love
With the whispers you cannot hear
But can surely feel
Let me give you life
Life that you share with all the others
All I need is my muse...
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I knew you before you were even born
It's because our song was always in my heart
I sang alone about our future memories
In my mind you always sang your part

I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before
You're finally gonna know
Who your heart was meant for
It's all you're gonna think about
It's all you're gonna be about
I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before

Baby you were in love with me
Before you even knew it
But your dreams gave you away
Though your sleepy eyes would not show it

I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before
You're gonna finally know
Who your heart was meant for
It's all you're gonna think about
It's all you're gonna be about
I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before

She's a girl named destiny
She's about to forget her lonely past
She's not the first girl I've loved
But she's gonna be the last

I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before
You're gonna finally know
Who your heart was meant for
It's all you're gonna think about
It's all you're gonna be about
I'm gonna bring you closer
Than you've ever been before
Feb 2012 · 445
A River
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Am I a river?
I was
But now I am a lake
Because of the dam
The dam of life
The dam I hate
The dam I cannot defeat
I see my stream
But I cannot rise above the dam
So I sit
And I wait
And I exist
But I do not live
But as I am slowly released
Part of me has become you
For I too am a stream
Yet you want a river
And now I look for a river too
Feb 2012 · 924
Is The Ice Cracking?
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The ice
Beneath our feet
Is very thin
Our hearts
Are covered
By skin
We assume
The facade
Will hold
But the water
Below the ice
Is very cold
And the distance
Between life and death
Is very slight
The net
Beneath our lives
Is for black, brown and white
Life
Below the net
Is death
We walk
Watching the cracks
Measuring each step
We fly
Assuming the net
Is there
We fall
Much too fast
Into despair
Paycheck
To paycheck
A wing and a prayer
We smile
And laugh
As long as it’s there
Too small
And powerless
For a bail-out
The poor
Suffer through
A trickle-down drought
But I
Who has much
But not enough
Seemingly secure
With a full plate
Life’s not too tough
Yet fear
Lurks beneath
The surface
The thin line
Wraps my mind
Like a graceless necklace
Choking my emotions
As I look down
And see
The reality
While my children
Still believe
In me
The membrane
Between life and death
Unknowing my fears
In myself
And life’s short breath
As each day
I exist
For them
For their future
As adults
So they can begin
The cycle all over
And walk
The ice
As I did
Hoping they remember
My advice
To avoid the cracks
And not look down
And let fear
Rule their minds
Or their hearts
Instead drawing near
Strength
From whatever source
To live graciously
Towards those
Who fell
Unmercifully
Through the ice
Beneath their feet
And plunged
Into the dark
Cold
Expunged
From society’s
Conscience
And memory
Losers
With no redeeming
Quality
Except for in the minds
Of those
Who were taught
To love
To care
In every thought
Because
Their father's fears
Brought forth
A simple message
For a simple life
And what was worth
The worries
Or the pride
Or the mistrust
In life
In our leaders
And the unjust
Yes
They will peer
Through the ice
And feel the beating heart
Through the membrane
And will hold no vice
Against life
Or themselves
Or another
Knowing the cracks
Beneath their feet
Are not solely reserved for their brother
Feb 2012 · 763
Life's Remand
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
When he died
Did he know
His fate
Was in another man’s hand?
The innocents
Care not
Of the justification
For the burning of their land
His death
Was necessary
He was expendable
God’s purpose was ordained by man
The reign of terror
The horror of the ego
Rights trampled by the law
In the distance as they stand
The tools of judgment
In the arms of those so trained
To not question their mission
Quietly they follow the command
Relieved of morals
But armed with ruthless love
For their place
In a strangers plan
The keepers of aggression
And self-defense
Scream in terror
In the only way they can
Tragedy
And fear
Eternal hell
The luckless remand
The decision
To ****
The depression begins
For the sacrificial lamb
Life repeals no sentence
Each generation dies as it lives
Our soldiers face the music
Played by a faceless band



COPYRIGHT 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. MARK LECUONA
A lament about war, innocent victims and the strings attached to our soldiers....
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
There is no first snow of the year
And no fall except leaves to clear
There is no mountain breeze
Or sunset on a beckoning sea
I have nothing but my mind
To which I am freely confined
In the light devoured by my shadow
Lives a purpose I cannot follow
I cannot sleep in its presence
As it drips on my conscience in mocking defiance
As I wallow in a proudly inflicted wound
My friends refuse to become consumed
With wait for a dream to come true
They walk before the shadow covers them too
In the arena of Spartan solitude
Slavery to convention can be viewed
As eyebrows raise at the hint of deviance
The master becomes captive to his own indifference
What is a welcome respite from conformity
Becomes an obsessive reason for apology
Begging for twilights revelation
Of my purposeful indecision
No matter my random pace
The light assumes its place
As does my troubled reflection
Revealing no earthly companion
Feb 2012 · 552
Is It Blue or Gray?
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
O pale light of day
Where blue has become grey
The sands of guilt spill
Rendering immovable the stolid will
Suffocating what once was free
Demanding a verdict for all eternity
That which cannot be delivered
Instead you cried and shivered
Thinking only of a dream untrue
Replacing what was grey with blue
Feb 2012 · 552
Soothe Your Fears
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I could ask you to spend your life with me
But why does that seem so shocking?
People do it right after they say hello

They see hope in a person they don’t really know

And what about your love for me?
Will you give me everything I want?
Or will you make me wait for you?

Like a man who truly loves you would do

You wonder if you really know me
And if I’ll stay after we make love
But just watch how I treat my family and friends

That’s how I’ll treat you no matter how it ends

You wonder if you will get a call from me
Even though last night I screamed my promise
Would a man be so shallow as to take a flower

And not return to the garden where he felt love's power?

You looked into my eyes to see what you could see
And my soul reflected your hopes back to you
You wondered if I could tell you anything more

Am I the man you are looking for?



Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserve. Mark Lecuona
Feb 2012 · 944
The Sky Is Jealous Of You
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
The sky is beautiful tonight
But not as beautiful as you
The moon has vanquished the stars
But you brought them back to life
They have gathered together
Moving closer to be by your side
But they will slowly fade away
Like love washed away by the tide
Yes the sky looks beautiful tonight
But it remains jealous of you
Because nature is not as wonderful
As a smile that lights the coming dawn*



Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Feb 2012 · 874
Occupyin' Blues
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Occupyin' Blues
Today we made the news
They told us to go
Nothin' sleepin' on concrete can grow

It’s their tea
So don’t take it
The ones who got nothing
Want someone to share it
Where they sit
No matter
The whole thing
Will just get swept
Under another rug

The limo’s are full
Of unrepentant braces
Full of themselves
Throwing dimes at the faces
Of the poor
But they’ll be back
And take that too
Because the money
Is for them
And not for me
And not for you

Occupyin' Blues
Today we made the news
They told us to go
Nothin' sleepin' on concrete can grow

They think it’s over
You got your rights
So why you complainin’
It was better
When they were sayin’
You was a lazy good for nothing
Now they think it’s fixed
You see yourself
In a big White House
But it’s no big thing
To them

There’s no hoses or whips
Instead you get pink slips
Maybe it’s better now
Instead of stringin’
They just singin’
That song about boot straps
And all
So it’s just words
They don’t hurt
Do they?

Occupyin' Blues
Today we made the news
They told us to go
Nothin' sleepin' on concrete can grow

There’s a problem though
Some of the complainin’
By folks who were never livin'
On the streets like poor folk
It's getting’ a little close to home
‘Cause they look like them
Acted like them
Except now they’re not
And they’re sweatin’
‘Cause they know the game

But there’s no guiltin’
No remorsin’
About lootin’
Or pollutin’
No sir
They might be pausin’
‘Cause your causin’
Some kind of ruckus
But they’ll be back to schemin’
And you’ll be dreamin’
‘Bout the time you thought
You was somthin’
On the streets
Protestin’
And occupyin’
While the police was arrestin’
The gutter rats for nothin’
But exercisin’
Their rights to be assemblin’
It's right there
In the Constitution
Or so they were sayin’

Occupyin' Blues
Today we made the news
They told us to go
Nothin' sleepin' on concrete can grow


Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Whether this is any good or not it's written as a protest song in the most respected Dylan (as in Bob) vein...Just imagine it being sung like Subterranean Homesick Blues. Very aggressive with a ton of cynicism....

I woke up this morning and noticed they made them leave last night... Even in Austin where protest is a sacred right I guess the city fathers decided enough is enough....
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
A quiet girl standing behind the bar
With the questions in her hand
A soulful face with no expression
She knows more than we understand

Her mind adorned by color
She hangs the pictures on her body
Framed by soft skin
She doesn’t care if we see

It’s not how life is
It's what it can be
The girl who painted her body
Lives her life so free

Riding on her own green carpet
From the world where she lives
In a land of concrete and steel
Her life is about what she gives

For a moment she smiles
If only so slightly
She is listening to all of us
But controls her own destiny

It’s not how life is
It’s what it can be
The girl who colored her body
Living life so peacefully

I wonder if I could ever do it
And paint my body with my mind
I come from a destructive world
There are no answers for me to find
As I stand so close to her
I can see her inner beauty
I could never be like her
I already gave my soul away for free

Everyday when the sun settles down
She risks her life on the street
You would never know she was here
Except if you were lucky to meet

It’s not how life is
It’s what it can be
The girl with her life on her body
She is telling us to come and see
This one is about a beautiful young girl with tattoos all over her body who takes my money at a restaurant I frequent.... I don't know her name... she doesn't know I wrote this for her....
Feb 2012 · 862
Till Death Do I Believe
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Laying prone next to death which may or may not be my neighbor; knowing that nothing I remember will save me; knowledge, useless knowledge, a required accompaniment to my carefully selected claret smiling with assurance as I infringe upon their right to object to the depths of my retort.

A wrinkled sheet ignored but useful in its random spread across my torso draws the sweat from my pores as I save the planet from my presence while the restlessness of unmerciful insomnia instills a quiet uselessness to my thoughts which I egocentrically assume will yield prose worthy of public display.

As the knowing is swallowed whole, as the last hardened cheese ******* on a plate, it becomes relevant to believe in anything unproven as further observed phenomena is no more or less a sequel to a play yet to be understood by genius or idiocy whose consciousness rival one another in their need to be loved by a suffering mother.

The bullet crosses the boundary between dream and threat into an assumed position of relevance in every step I take towards a repetitive life filtered only by the need for a decision; unhappy with or without; each the same yet held aloft by the delusion of a chance encounter with a heart I will use but never protect.
Feb 2012 · 2.4k
Fasting From Humanity
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Can mere flesh transform consciousness?
Can a mind fasting from humanity
Recognize courage?
Compassion?
Mercy?
Justice?
Dignity?
Fairness?
When it denies itself the right to give?
Can mere flesh transform emotion?
Can a mind fasting from empathy
Recognize tears?
Pain?
Love?
Tenderness?
Loneliness?
Suffering?
When it denies itself the right to do so?
In the midst of indulgence
And vanity
Mere flesh bleeds
Until the soul has run dry
Feb 2012 · 1.7k
I'm Mad At You God
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You know me
And I'm talking to you
There is no reason to pretend
What I say is what I think
There is no difference
It is honesty's blend
Yes
I'm angry
And you know why
Because a child
May lose its mother
And I hear that baby's cry
I relinquish
My right
To live in comfortable bliss
When everyone it seems
Is fighting for their life
And awaiting Peter's kiss
We live in a world
Where bombs explode
To glorify God
And a princess
Is crowned
To create heaven from sod
And for what?
Existence?
God's so-called gift
Bestowed upon us
While through time
And experience we sift
Set in motion
As we wait
And wait
Then
The battle begins
As we curse our fate
We live
In denial
Of our mortality
And of life’s betrayal
Of ourselves
And our personal reality
And of those
Whom we love
And even those
Who we do not know
So I feel nothing
Even though I wear no clothes
In my time
I am becoming
Smaller
My helplessness
Is growing
Larger
I question
More and more
What answers exist?
None can be found
Only demands to ignore
And temptation to resist
Is the afterlife
All that we have?
Or is it the waiting?
Is it a test?
Or is it
Destiny's mating?
Pronounced
As we are laid to rest
But what do we bring
Dead memories
Or a living soul?
It is a song no one can sing
Contentment
Fleeting safe harbor
With change ready for sea
As you look in earnest
For the moment time stole
And who you used to be
Pain
And unhappiness
Sent from the grand brooder
Coming
To sweep away delusion
And re-establish order
The order of reality
The past
A complete story
Mined
For assurance
The days of your glory
In this we revel
Because it is unchanging
Compared to tomorrow
Terrifying and omnipotent
Life rearranging
A mystery of sorrow
How will I depart
This sad place?
In pain?
Or in my sleep?
Will it be in disgrace?
A victim of being vain
Why should I accept
This fate?
Am I so arrogant
To demand
Answers
And be so expectant?
When they were asked
By so many
For a thousand years
You push and pull
Confusing my senses
Reducing me to tears
I open my gifts
And turn to you
In thankful pose
Yet then I see
How my friend lives
Gripped in death's throes
As you
And you alone
Decide her coming fate
Should I be quiet
And let her cope?
While I await
The guillotine
Without question
Must I be silent
As a beautiful friend
Slowly dies
In a way so violent?
While she lives
As never before
I ask why we are not worthy
To live
A mere lifetime
Knowing our fate's story?
Why must it be cut short?
Why must we be consumed
With fear
And live in pain?
Losing a lover
Removed as I draw near
Taken from my life
Or of my friends
By her own hand
Or yours
Plunged into the depths
Where dissent is banned
Where forgetfulness
Covers my body
With your ubiquitous power
My choice
To suffocate
Or rise to the surface for life to devour
Life
Nothing
But hope
Which I cannot understand
Why?
It seems I cannot cope
We are not worthy
We must prove ourselves
Daily
To our maker
Whose bread
We must consume gratefully
However hard
However stale
However moldy
I will not go quietly
Yes
I question God boldly
Are you there?
I defy you now
How can you be so cruel
When you bring suffering
With a mere wisp
For the fool
Of absolution
And a faithful hope
For streets of gold
In a paradise
Longed over
By mankind as it was foretold
And yet
There are no raised dead
Among us all
To tell us
What is in store
Only a book about mankind's fall
Written in another language
From long ago
Yes we cope
Some believe
Others reject
But we meet the challenge with hope
Mankind lives on
Through all manner of plagues
From above
And from within
But we ask
Where is your love?
And who are you?
A myth?
A jealous lover?
How strong can you be
When you bring such random
Acquittal to our brother?
Pardoning our sins
Causing us pain
And suffering
Yes
Anger is in me
As you are smothering
My body
My soul
My mind
With madness
Over your plan
Which I will never find
Strike me down if you live
So everyone else can know
That you are real
Stop asking us to believe
In things that cannot be seen
Our rational self you do steal
Stop preying on our need
To face death
With hope for meaning
Come to me now
Save her life
Spare her children who are kneeling
Spare them
From ghosts in the night
Spare her friend
Of questions
Of shrugging Nihilism
And risking an untimely end
Of living for today
Because tomorrow
Offers nothing
But pain and death
I am not happy
I want to believe in something
I cannot offer hope
To my fellow man
Because I say
You have abandoned us
God
Do you hear me where I lay?
You ask me to hear you
But do you hear me?
Are you there?
Is this another loud plea
That will be met by a storm?
Or is it a mere whisper
That will be met
With silence?
It is your choice
Because we have none
But to live and die
With dignity without a voice
And hope for grace
And yet
We live and perish
With greed
And lust
Because of lives so nightmarish
So we turn to sin
The sin you tempt us with
The sin you created
Holy sin
Too powerful
For the sheep whom you've vacated
What we cannot ignore
We do experience
Not in memory of Jesus
But because
We are alone
He is not among us
But tell me
Are you?
Because it seems
You need my belief
To keep you alive
Even with all your extremes
So who is alone?
Who is powerful?
Who can you see?
Who is real?
Is it you?
Or is it me?


Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Last Fall a woman I knew well died of Melanoma. She and her husband (my college roommate) had recently adopted a boy from Russia then the cancer struck. It was just a bad deal but I am happy to say they are in a good place about her passing. But at the time I was angry and I wrote this one up....
Feb 2012 · 429
It's His Land
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
I looked up to the sky
Only to see the stars were gone
In their place was God's hand
Revealing the painting that was drawn

It's his land
Not mine

My eyes were opened
Even as they remained closed
Suddenly God's hand was gone
And Earth's pain was exposed

It's our pain
Or is it his?

I looked down
And saw my devices
My hands were holding
A book with blank pages

It's my life
I have no answers

How can I be sure?
Upon confusion I depend
Searching the mind of another
Do you know my friend?

It's his land
Not ours

Give me your hand
Show me God's love
I open my hand
Inside a dove

Is it an illusion?
Or is it real?
Feb 2012 · 2.3k
Are We Brain Dead?
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
Do you believe we are brain dead
Shallow Suburbanites with no street cred
Incapable of an original thought
Because we have all been bought?
While you with all of your spare time
Are able to protest in rhyme
Tempting our flock
And moving the hands on the clock
Do you think we are cold and callous
Living out here in our “palace”
Unfeeling and uncaring
Never thinking or sharing
Our supposed ill-gotten wealth
Acquired with sinister stealth
To be used to acquire more
While others face a locked door
But it is us that make it easy for you
Because it is all you think to do
Your mind is free to choose
With no constraints, you cannot lose
Your heroes are on the road
Howling about their load
Riding further with vocal riffs
Pretending you have many gifts
Experimenting with freedom of thought
Glorifying yourselves all for naught
Living with nothing to lose or gain
You are able to explore your brain
But how easy it must be for you
With no one to answer to
No small child to care about
You just existed without any doubt
About your pioneering ways of living
But it was about taking not giving
As you smugly changed our world
Our morals to be forever hurled
Into a corner to be abused
Painted as something of a ruse
To deprive you of your extremism
Or able to live in your Nihilism
While you bellow and memorize
The words of others more wise
So you take and take
And then regurgitate
Their thoughts with a twist
Trying to give us a gist
Of your genius in poetry
But you only master sophistry
As you speak in starts and stops
Attempting to fool us flops
By orchestrating obfuscation
You captured the eye of the nation
You live in self-congratulatory mode
While forever referring back to the road
A trip of useless hedonistic eruption
Masquerading as true revelation
And what did you reveal?
Something that you should conceal
A high-brow conceit steeped in intellectual
Pretension ultimately altogether ineffectual
In changing the world in your image
Playing God with words you scrimmage
With the minds of lost children
Left disillusioned and barren
Because they bought into your delusions
Not knowing you saw them as intrusions
Into your bubble of pretended insight
So you turned their day into night
They ran to the West Coast
But found nothing but a ghost
Of an enlightened age
With few people quite sage
But they were not fed or awakened
Only left on the street forsaken
While you accept the plaudits
Of other frauds matching wits
With one another for what?
Just so they could mentally strut
All about the place
Pretending to care just in case
They were called on their addictions
So they fought against contradictions
In the way they actually lived their life
And the caring they projected about strife
We who must care for our offspring
With no time for free living
Exist wondering about your fame
When it seems it was so much a game
About how much you could consume
And make us to be the loon
Because you knew of the conspiracy
While we believed any theory
Of a loving God and benevolent big brother
Because we are stupid, incapable of reading the weather
Of changing times and mores
You keep us down with your stories
Of not being controlled
By those who you say stole
The truth from all of us
And threw us under the bus
Well, we are not impressed
So you can remain undressed
As the Emperor who sees only himself
And believes in his own wealth
Of mind and enlightenment
Publishing only excrement
Useless to the poor
What else do you have in store?
We await, breath baited
Your words of how you hated
Society and its norms
Your people and their scorns
Will once again attack
The suburban brat pack
So we work each day
And in the morning pray
That our efforts are not useless
To those who do not live like us
With our many blessings
We give our offerings
Freely and with joy
Each girl and boy
To transfer that which God gave
Because that is how we are taught to behave*


Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserve. Mark Lecuona
Kind of a rant from a wannabe hippy about being put down because I live in a suburb.....
Feb 2012 · 557
From Fantasy We Will Steal
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
No dream
And no fantasy
Come to me now
I want reality
I want your flaws
And your moods
That’s what we are
A race that broods

From you
I expect no less
From me
Why don’t you guess?

Yes
I am the same
As you
So are you game
To pay the price
Of who you are?
To risk rejection
To rip open an old scar?

Come to me
In the daylight
So I can see
What I will love at night
I do not want darkness
I need the sun
Because I walk in what I see
Let me be the one
Let me be the answer
Let me be real
As you are
And from fantasy we will steal*



Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Feb 2012 · 1.0k
No Longer Silent
Mark Lecuona Feb 2012
You'd rather stab yourself with your brush
Than paint the darkness you try to crush
You'd rather wear black than openly cry
So you won't be bothered with questions of why
Every smile you offer is lost in your memory
Because pain cannot recall what is illusory
Your broken heart would rather die
Than live with a past it cannot deny
Still we wait for you to offer us your torment
It is time you joined others who are no longer silent*



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