I am lacking
a sufficient amount of peanut packing.
Lighting struck beach
shatters underneath
the footsteps of my thoughts.
Roo will have to wait
until tomorrow's date.
I apologize
to myself
for being distracted.
This series of thoughts
has become protracted
I am losing my point.
Owl will be redone
and this spool will be respun
The heart of what is meant
by my words will circumvent
my lack of inspiration.

They were just talking about you
right before you turned the corner.
Whispered words, hushed hurried huffy
little things. Like pinpricks on the back
of your neck.

Or worse. Maybe they weren't talking
about you. Nobody is talking about you.
Nobody FEELS the way you FEEL things.
All capital letters and **** and vinegar.
You are alone in your intellect and alone
in your
FEELINGS.

No matter what you step in
keep walking along
and stay strong and sing
your own song because life
is beauty so let us admire it
and life is sometimes a dream
so let us realize it and let
us dare it.

The road might get rough
if somebody calls your bluff
or you decide that
you have had enough of
other peoples unreal
stuff.

Just keep moving along
singing your own song
no matter what others say
and sometime you  will have
your day.

Our day is here
and I feel your presence
and I can feel your touch
and as I close my eyes to the darkness
I can feel your heart beating
next to mine as you
wrap yourself around me
one more time.  

Happiness is up to us
and we may run, walk,
stumble, drive or fly
but let us never lose sight
of the reason why
we take this journey
or miss our chance
to see a rainbow
along the way.

For as long as you love me
I'll only love you
and as long as forever
my love will be true
for where there is love
there is life and you know
that we will sing
our own song.        Jon   York          2012

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

I'm just an unlabeled mix CD.
Slightly scratched at the edges,
worn with the labors of love
and the empty rooms with the
twangs and bass of my soul
resonating off the wood panel walls
like they were midnight cathedral halls.