I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer

You are what you believe yourself to be. The future
can be better and you have the power to make it so.
How you  do anything  is how you  do  everything.

Good is not enough if better is possible. Always trust
your instincts, they are messages from  the  soul. The
trials  you  encounter  will  introduce  you  to  your
strengths.

Very  little  is needed to  make a  happy life;  it  is all
within yourself, in your way of thinking. Every failure
is  a  stepping  stone  to  success,  every  obstacle  an
opportunity to grow.

Attract  what  you  expect,  reflect  what  you  desire,
become what you respect, mirror what you admire.
Look in the mirror...that's your competition.

Be so rooted in your being that nobody's actions can
disturb your peace.

It will seem like a long journey, the point being not
to  win, but  to  understand.  It's the  journey  rather
than  the  destination  that  will  fulfill  us.                                    
                                                                                            Jon York    2023

Getting  your  **** together  requires
a  level of honesty you can't imagine.

There's nothing easy about realizing
you're  the  one that's  been  holding
you  back  this  whole  time.

     YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE :
No  one is  going  to save  you. This
life of yours is 100% your responsibility.
No  matter  how  you  feel,  get  up,
dress up, show up, and never give up.

If  you're  searching  for  that  one
person that can change your life,
take a look in the mirror.

You don't always have to tell your
side of the story.

Time will.
                                                                                               Jon York  2023

𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 ,
𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕

𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 ,𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖,
𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 , 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖

ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕪,
𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙  𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖

𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤,
𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 , 𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath
the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing
i do not sing struggle–revenge poisonous blast–
the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing

i do not sing despise for any thing or being
i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings
From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose:
creation is just dew upon the rose of love

i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues:
the flame of endless loving with you & only you

When you are alone
And you stare at the ceiling
And time feels like an eternity
When you’re sad,
That’s when you become a poet.

When you are with someone
And your heart flutters
And time feels too short
When you’re happy,
That’s when you become a poet.

But when the sky was a different shade of blue
And my heartbeat was louder
Than the drops of heavy rain
And time felt like it froze
As I felt my first numbing pain
Of being left,
That’s when I became a poet.

You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”

She watches me
as I illuminate her
head on the pillow,
still cornering the daylight
into the rear window.

She lays, outstretched,
filling the back seat of the car
with unwrapped thoughts,
too deep;
my rays can only reach so far.

Her sleepy eyelids blink
at me in question.
A suggestion?
I hide my face behind a cloud.
"'till soon," I whisper.
I'm only just a surface moon.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.