ATTRACT what you EXPECT, REFLECT what you
DESIRE, BECOME what you RESPECT and MIRROR
what you ADMIRE and
DECIDE, COMMIT, SUCCEED and may your heart be
BRAVE, your mind FIERCE and your spirit FREE.
Be STRONG but not RUDE and be KIND but not
WEAK and be HUMBLE but not TIMID and PROUD
but not ARROGANT and be so BUSY LOVING LIFE
that you have no time for HATE, REGRET, WORRY
or FRET and FEAR.
ALL YOUR LIFE you will be faced with a CHOICE-
-- you can choose LOVE or HATE. I choose LOVE,
which comes as quite a surprise to those who know
me because of what I had to go through in the
Vietnam war and after returning home to a HATE
Vietnam Veteran's public.
I choose not to be the person who needs someone, I choose
to be the person someone needs. In one lifetime you
will love many times, but one love will remain in your
soul forever. A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but
nothing grows there. I've been taught to enjoy my own
company instead of expecting someone else to make you
EXPLAIN your ANGER, don't EXPRESS it and you will
immediately open the door to SOLUTIONS instead of
ARGUMENTS and surround yourself with people who
will make you HUNGRY for LIFE, touch your heart,
and NOURISH your SOUL. Jon York 2020
A mistress has found her way to my heart
With a love I cannot shake
I knew it was love right from the start
She often keeps me awake
She's on my mind both night and day
Her mystery fills me with glee
Each time she leaves I want her to stay
She's becoming a part of me
My wife just watches with a distant stare
For she knows she could never compete
She feels my love and she's willing to share
For my mistress makes me complete
She's been around for thousands of years
But things grow sweeter with age
They don't understand especially my peers
They question the words on this page
Guilt, I have none, for it's not what you think
And though you think it absurd
For my mistress is made entirely of ink
My mistress, the written word
I listened to my inner voice....
When I was filled with fear, when I learned at a young age that real monsters do exist and they are not like the ones in any story book I ever read. The monsters stole away any normal childhood that I could of or should of had. Pain muted my words from flowing and poisoned my thoughts into growing... this is why I trusted no one.
At the time I had no other choice... when I was
really the only friend I could totally depend on and count on
I listened to my inner voice...
I listened to my heart...
When all I could hear was a pounding in my ears, when all around me was like a crazy chaotic whirlwind screeching like a barred owl that would then break apart into tiny pieces and sink into a cold abyss forgotten by the sea. I couldn’t forget the grief as it was real and still inside me. There was a brokenness about me my
heart was fragile and it balanced on the tip of my own desperation
but still I listened to my heart...
I listened to the words...
Slowly but surely I was able to come out from that darkened sea and was finally able to try and heal me. Words became my saving grace. I learned to not have muted lips and could give myself a fighting chance. I was able to tear down some of those protective walls to try again to live only in this moment without the armor and the hesitation. Writing became my new love... together we became an inseparable piece of one existence...
I felt so much better after I listened to the words ....
I don’t want your fingers to bleed
while holding the pieces of my broken heart
I don’t want your eyes to cry
for the pain that lives inside me
I don't want your tounge to taste blood
each time it whispers my name
I don’t your hands to shiver
while reaching for my cold soul
I don’t want you to suffocate
while drawing air to my lungs
I don’t want you to consume
the venom that flows inside my veins
I don’t want you to break down
in the process of healing me
So I’ll love you but only from a safe distance
Knowing that we don’t belong to each other
I’ll always love you
But will never show it
i think it's better this way
in the flood
which has yet to come
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am not
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
I think the reason why we live is because of death. We fear death, we fear the unknown. One could even dare say the unknown is the future. It's the reason why we cling onto the past so much, we fear the unknown the most. I believe without a doubt that reincarnation happens and some could say that people's souls grow older and wiser. Yet why do people commit suicide? One could say that they are new souls, new creations of life. However as I think about it more and more, could it possibly be because the soul is starting to realize that life is too unpredictable and too unbearable? Maybe those who commit suicide are the souls who are actually a little mature. Maybe the reason why some people look forward to the future is because they are actually new souls. Then there is those who are wise beyond their years and still look forward to the future. Perhaps souls that grow too old become energy and become recreated into new souls to continue on. Perhaps the evil people with souls are being cleansed to create a new start. Perhaps that's the reason why sociopaths exist. Maybe they're just old souls who have seen many lives and are starting to lose the vitality it once had. Perhaps they are in the process of getting their souls cleansed from all they have done after they have been punished. The real reason why we would seek immortality is because we fear death. However I believe that even after we erase the fear of death, we will end up growing a new fear. Fear is inevitable. We will end up growing to fear love. Sounds funny, why would we fear love? If you're immortal, you will start to see the beauty of life and death. You will watch the people you grew up with, you laughed with, you work with, you care about, and you loved die. You will start pushing away all of them, everyone for fear of getting close. If you're immortal, that doesn't mean that you don't have a heart. Your fear of death is nothing like the fear of love. Unlike the fear of death, you will be alone if you fear love. The fear of death only makes bonds between those who also fear death. However to fear love will cause you to alienate yourself from the people around you. A soul cannot live on it's own. It will only disintegrate and get it's soul ripped inside and out. We must have death in order to live. Because life without death is miserable and lonely.