He was an artist
I wanted so badly to be his canvas
For him to fill my mind
With vibrant yellow's, orange's, green's...

But he filled me with the blues instead.

It was a cold winters night,
we both adored so much.
We sat in and watched the rain
absorbed by each other’s touch.

Your hand runs across my face
with such hope, your words outdone.
Your eyes filled with rivers,
but that smile could’ve warmed the sun.

As the telephone fell fast to silence,
the distance became ever so great.
All this time of hearing nothing
has brought an unbearable weight.

So here it is, I guess,
my final words to tell.
For now, and forever,
I wish you farewell.

Conscious or not, my will had a way
feet tend to limp along
dragging a shuffled sound

If power comes from within
where is it hiding
perhaps hanging by the bay
waiting for a ship to carry her
wave by wave

be her
be him
be you
why not be me

My dreams flow like a clear stream
Colors of blues, browns, silver, and orange
The sun glistens on the water running
Trees blowing in the wind
A rainbow sprouting over the horizon
Dreaming of running along the River with the wildlife

We where never a masterpiece,
              more like a jigsaw piece
                                           missing parts..

But we spent that time not worrying
                        whether we would


find them.


We knew that every part
would connect,
               sooner or later.

And if it didn't,
It just added to the mystery
              of what our finished picture
would be.

It takes a life time
                        to find where we connect,
never let that burden you.
                        Its all part of the fun.

I want to write
About suns and moons
Stars
Being strong
Of rising above it all

But

It always comes back
To you
And you
And sometimes you

Rage and grief
Confusion
Neuroticism
Jealousy

So

I'll start there

Arrow straight, solid and true
Lies before me my destiny.
Stable, predictable and secure
Happiness and love I can foresee.

The cobbled rock strong walk,
Lays before me and I know,
Off it I will not fall.
Success is guaranteed and love will flow.

But dare I glimpse to the left or right,
To the unpredictability and insecurity I might sight?
The unknown adventure, crazy freedom roads
Colours, flavours so rich there are loads.

Daily between these paths I am pulled.
By the hidden paths I may be fooled,
Into thinking this is where I should remain.
Will my joy be fulfilling or a vacant drain?

Every now and then to other paths I will flee,
But to my security and love I will always retreat.

I hope one day it’s just a memory and not an activity.

Just pick the right song,
Stream it on repeat no matter how long,
Life's as it is, what could go wrong?
Hit it, let's sing along!

Strolling through a field
In a Victorian gown
As if she were the model
For an painting well-known
As she spins a green parasol
In the Spring sun
Her hair breaking free
From the shape of a bun
Her little boy marvels
At the kaleidoscope sky
Basking in the presence
Of time floating by
There is peace in the world
On this blessed day
It blows through their souls
Pushing all clouds away

Good morning honey!
...Good morning.
I love you!
....Have a great day.
I miss you!
...Are you going to dinner?
Yes but I miss you!
...Enjoy dinner.
I want you, handsome!
....Thanks.
I LOVE YOU!
....Silence.
[Crying inside]

I had a dream about a memory
So vivid I recall conversations
My subconscious made up a story
And turned it into nightmarish creations
Mimicking the past, I got lost for too long
Paralyzed, I'm captured and no longer strong

there isn't enough to say to you.
i've had a life for the last little while,
a life spurred by a small dopamine rush
when i see your name appear to my eyes.
there's a pint of blood i let you drink
still staining your teeth with a strange hue.
i will watch my memories die within the tears falling from your eyes.
the smell of that room will forever linger in my shirts.
even if i wanted to,
i could never erase your imprints.

so lover,
while we dance around the questions,
and lose all sense under fluorescent lights,
i will love you like you claim to love me.

sincerely, yours.

He was a stranger,
a man unknown.

He became a companion,
turned into lover.

His only failure came unexpected,
a secret discovered.

He was a stranger,
a man uncovered.

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

And you cannot really give your heart away,
until you know how to protect it.

In pain and suffering, we feel the lash of correction
At times we don't understand why?
We see others laugh and carry on.
Yet we only see outwardly, what they wish us to see,
but they too have gone,
or will eventually go through the refining fires.
None of us can escape the molding hands.

The more we go through the easier one
-can relate to other's suffering and pain.
Pain educates the spirit if open to change,
conserves us humble and compassionate.

It is such a gift to be able to express your deepest feelings.
This is a special world of poetry with many dear hearts,
it's an oasis that keeps us sane.  To be part of those who have
loving hearts unspoiled by the harshness of the world and those
who dwell in it,  it's truly a blessing from above.

For those of us who are constantly challenged in many ways,
I send you my sincere prayers and love.
May you always be at peace, no matter the storms.
That no illness, person, situation or abuse
-can ever separate us from His loving and saving grace.

7/17/2018

i write everyone
i love
into poetry
how telling it is
that i do not
do the same
for myself

True love is not about what someone says
or tells you in great sentences,
but what they do for you and what they feel for you,
Tell me about happiness...

Starve
To extinction
Anything that feeds
From your peace

You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.

he has redefined love for me
that's why when i think of love
i can only think of him
and everyone else seems foreign

I'm so cold, warm me up?

No one gets that I am lonely,
and stuck in my own despair.
All they do is forget that you're a person
and not a thing.

Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.

I watched you water my petals
Soaking my roots with your love
But then the drought came
And you left me thirsty.

My petals wilting away
From your abandonment.
And I watched as my soul died
In the lonely drought.