Drowning in sorrow, I walk with a cane , it's real complicated but I'll try to explain. When I was a child, the masks that were worn were there to protect me since the day I was born. I had a mother and a father you see, but that didn't stop the beatings on me. I had nobody, I had not one friend, in school I was bullied and harassed without end. I prayed to Jesus but he never came, my teachers ignored me they added to my shame. This is my story. I tell it with care, why did this happen? why is life so unfair? There are other children whom have it harder than me, they hope for redemption, and a chance to be free. Now I am older, and so blessed to be, now I have friends who share their love and it's free, no more beatings but I still wear a mask, ill take it off if politely you ask.

For you are only human,
You can not do it all.
You will fail and
you will succeed.
In your failures, get back up.
In your success, be humble.
You are expected not to be the best,
But you are expected to try your best.
Feed your curiosity,
Expand your boundaries.
Just remember, you are only human, you can not do it all.

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.

Your fist opens
like a spray carnation

I pick at its pink petals
teasing it to take my fingers
and weave them between yours

for us to hold hands
as the sun beams down on us

burning the flowers to dirt
offering them back to the Earth

If you know you're wanted,
Please don't take that for granted.
Because someone you know
Doesn't know. Doesn't believe.
Has had peers tell them
They're a burden.
They hear it so much, they believe it.
If you're reading this,
And you're feeling this way,
Let me be the first to say...I want you.
I want you to live.
I want you to not be afraid to love.
I want you to find courage and pride.
I want you to rise above.
Because I've been there.
And you deserve to feel wanted.

Quand je rêve sur la falaise,
Ou dans les bois, les soirs d'été,
Sachant que la vie est mauvaise,
Je contemple l'éternité.

A travers mon sort mêlé d'ombres,
J'aperçois Dieu distinctement,
Comme à travers des branches sombres
On entrevoit le firmament !

Le firmament ! où les faux sages
Cherchent comme nous des conseils !
Le firmament plein de nuages,
Le firmament plein de soleils !

Un souffle épure notre fange.
Le monde est à Dieu, je le sens.
Toute fleur est une louange,
Et tout parfum est un encens.

La nuit on croit sentir Dieu même
Penché sur l'homme palpitant.
La terre prie et le ciel aime.
Quelqu'un parle et quelqu'un entend.

Pourtant, toujours à notre extase,
Ô Seigneur, tu te dérobas ;
Hélas ! tu mets là-haut le vase,
Et tu laisses la lèvre en bas !

Mais un jour ton œuvre profonde,
Nous la saurons, Dieu redouté !
Nous irons voir de monde en monde
S'épanouir ton unité ;

Cherchant dans ces cieux que tu règles
L'ombre de ceux que nous aimons,
Comme une troupe de grands aigles
Qui s'envole à travers les monts !

Car, lorsque la mort nous réclame,
L'esprit des sens brise le sceau.
Car la tombe est un nid où l'âme
Prend des ailes comme l'oiseau !

Ô songe ! ô vision sereine !
Nous saurons le secret de tout,
Et ce rayon qui sur nous traîne,
Nous en pourrons voir l'autre bout !

Ô Seigneur ! l'humble créature
Pourra voir enfin à son tour
L'autre côté de la nature
Sur lequel tombe votre jour !

Nous pourrons comparer, poètes,
Penseurs croyant en nos raisons,
A tous les mondes que vous faites
Tous les rêves que nous faisons !




En attendant, sur cette terre,
Nous errons, troupeau désuni,
Portant en nous ce grand mystère :
Œil borné, regard infini.

L'homme au hasard choisit sa route ;
Et toujours, quoi que nous fassions,
Comme un bouc sur l'herbe qu'il broute,
Vit courbé sur ses passions.

Nous errons, et dans les ténèbres,
Allant où d'autres sont venus,
Nous entendons des voix funèbres
Qui disent des mots inconnus.

Dans ces ombres où tout s'oublie,
Vertu, sagesse, espoir, honneur,
L'un va criant : Élie ! Élie !
L'autre appelant : Seigneur ! Seigneur !

Hélas ! tout penseur semble avide
D'épouvanter l'homme orphelin ;
Le savant dit : Le ciel est vide !
Le prêtre dit : L'enfer est plein !

Ô deuil ! médecins sans dictames,
Vains prophètes aux yeux déçus,
L'un donne Satan à nos âmes,
L'autre leur retire Jésus !

L'humanité, sans loi, sans arche,
Suivant son sentier desséché,
Est comme un voyageur qui marche
Après que le jour est couché.

Il va ! la brume est sur la plaine.
Le vent tord l'arbre convulsif.
Les choses qu'il distingue à peine
Ont un air sinistre et pensif.

Ainsi, parmi de noirs décombres,
Dans ce siècle le genre humain
Passe et voit des figures sombres
Qui se penchent sur son chemin.

Nous, rêveurs, sous un toit qui croule,
Fatigués, nous nous abritons,
Et nous regardons cette foule
Se plonger dans l'ombre à tâtons !


*

Et nous cherchons, souci morose !
Hélas ! à deviner pour tous
Le problème que nous propose
Toute cette ombre autour de nous !

Tandis que, la tête inclinée,
Nous nous perdons en tristes vœux,
Le souffle de la destinée
Frissonne à travers nos cheveux.

Nous entendons, race asservie,
Ce souffle passant dans la nuit
Du livre obscur de notre vie
Tourner les pages avec bruit !

Que faire ? - À ce vent de la tombe,
Joignez les mains, baissez les yeux,
Et tâchez qu'une lueur tombe
Sur le livre mystérieux !

- D'où viendra la lueur, ô père ?
Dieu dit : - De vous, en vérité.
Allumez, pour qu'il vous éclaire,
Votre cœur par quelque côté !

Quand le cœur brûle, on peut sans crainte
Lire ce qu'écrit le Seigneur.
Vertu, sous cette clarté sainte,
Est le même mot que Bonheur.

Il faut aimer ! l'ombre en vain couvre
L'œil de notre esprit, quel qu'il soit.
Croyez, et la paupière s'ouvre !
Aimez, et la prunelle voit !

Du haut des cieux qu'emplit leur flamme,
Les trop lointaines vérités
Ne peuvent au livre de l'âme
Jeter que de vagues clartés.

La nuit, nul regard ne sait lire
Aux seuls feux des astres vermeils ;
Mais l'amour près de nous vient luire,
Une lampe aide les soleils.

Pour que, dans l'ombre où Dieu nous mène,
Nous puissions lire à tous moments,
L'amour joint sa lumière humaine
Aux célestes rayonnements !

Aimez donc ! car tout le proclame,
Car l'esprit seul éclaire peu,
Et souvent le cœur d'une femme
Est l'explication de Dieu !


* *

Ainsi je rêve, ainsi je songe,
Tandis qu'aux yeux des matelots
La nuit sombre à chaque instant plonge
Des groupes d'astres dans les flots !

Moi, que Dieu tient sous son empire,
J'admire, humble et religieux,
Et par tous les pores j'aspire
Ce spectacle prodigieux !

Entre l'onde, des vents bercée,
Et le ciel, gouffre éblouissant,
Toujours, pour l'œil de la pensée,
Quelque chose monte ou descend.

Goutte d'eau pure ou jet de flamme,
Ce verbe intime et non écrit
Vient se condenser dans mon âme
Ou resplendir dans mon esprit ;

Et l'idée à mon cœur sans voile,
A travers la vague ou l'éther,
Du fond des cieux arrive étoile,
Ou perle du fond de la mer !

Le 25 août 1839.

You,
Are not imperfect.
You,
Are not like me.
You,
Are all I wish I were.
You,
Are fake.

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.

Feel like I'm floating. People talk but I don't really hear. Bought a cat cause I'm lonely but now I despise it because it needs.

Windows have frost, maybe vitamin deficient. Jack it to memories of a faceless  beauty on a night that cared so long ago.

But now I'm haunted. I'll see it soon. Just wish I could be alone; truly, truly, truly alone.  Where no light shines but withers

Do not be afraid
just like a walk in the park
a Haiku's nature

Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.

when i died the first time
inhaling an ocean
they said
this was not the plan
turn back.

and when i did
i tried to fly with no lessons
nor wings
and they called me
stubborn.

but i came round
and sought a chainsaw
and then a mermaid
and then death herself
i think she was

and each time
they said the same thing
over and over and over and over:
wrong destiny. wrong destiny.
go again.

the instructions are in a language i do not possess.

I witnessed some things,
saw the worst in people.
It made me stop
believing in the best of them.

I was drowned with lies
that stabbed me like a knife.
A huge chunk of me died,
and a cynic I've become.

But then an angel was sent to give me His Word:
Told me to get up--
--and that everything mercurial
must go.

Yes I was left in this hurt;
left me there standing
with this casket,
and this curse

But I was also left with a seed
that has been enriching my purpose,
empowering me with the God-given strength
to forgive


-c.s.

“Aren’t you afraid of dying?” She asked

“A bit” I lied, knowing **** well deaths the one thing I’ve never feared.

I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
-L.R

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star

like the moon
I go through

phases

some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or
forgiveness

it is just a
phase

I am going through

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

Like the waves,
you pulled away
before I could bend down
to touch you.

But
many times,
you crashed against
my limbs
while my heart
was in the sky.

Déjame, sí, déjame, dios o ángel, demonio.
Déjame a solas, turba angélica,
solo conmigo, con mi multitud.
Estoy con uno como yo,
que no me reconoce y me muestra mis armas;
con uno que me abraza y me hiere
-y se dice mi hijo-;
con uno que huye con mi cuerpo;
con uno que me odia porque yo soy él mismo.

Mira, tú que huyes,
aborrecible hermano mío,
tú que enciendes las hogueras terrestres,
tú, el de las islas y el de las llamaradas,
mírate y dime:
ese que corre,
ese que alza lenguas y antorchas
para llamar al cielo y lo incendia;
ese que es una estrella lenta que desciende;
aquel que es como un arma resonante,
¿es el tuyo, tu ser, hecho de horas
y voraces minutos?

¿Quién sabe lo que es un cuerpo,
un alma,
y el sitio en que se juntan
y cómo el cuerpo se ilumina
y el alma se obscurece,
hasta fundirse, carne y alma,
en una sola y viva sombra?
¿Y somos esa imagen que soñamos,
sueños al tiempo hurtados,
sueños del tiempo por burlar al tiempo?

En soledad pregunto,
a soledad pregunto.
Y rasgo mi boca amante de palabras
y me arranco los ojos
henchidos de mentiras y apariencias,
y arrojo lo que el tiempo
deposita en mi alma,
miserias deslumbrantes,
ola que se retira…

Bajo del cielo puro,
metal de tranquilos, absortos resplandores,
pregunto, ya desnudo:
me voy borrando todo,
me voy haciendo un vago signo sobre el agua,
espejo en un espejo.

In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Sleepless rivers of euphoria flow downhill;
The malaise of this vacant land: washed away,
By the ardent sun that smiles upon us.

Pilfering the airy fabric of the viridian prairies,
We defy yesterday's gales of endless despair;
I breathe new life into my soulless affair.

Dousing the inherent flames of resentment;
I glance at the moon, as midnight veils the sky and ask,
Life's one day: won't we forgive and forgo sadness?

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time