the itch to
open and devour a book
filling myself
with emotions
that help me escape
reality
that bury my sadness
six feet deep

the urge to stay
and drown myself
in the abyss
of the
beauty
of
the language

Birds of feathers flock together
also people of feets walk together
so let's walk together
and take lead
to make world
a better place to live

GOD says to me with a kind
of smile, "Hey how would you like
to be God awhile And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.

Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"

"Gimme back that wheel," says GOD.
"I don't think you're quite ready YET."

I still hide you
    in my poetry and long after
             I have given up,
      my  heart still searches
                  for you
                without
                    my
               permission.

            Life is so ironic.
     It  takes  sadness  to  know
         what happiness is,
                   noise to
           appreciate silence.

                  The most
       beautiful things in life
               are not things,
     they're people and places,
             and memories and
                   pictures.
           They're feelings and
              moments and
                      smiles
                and laughter.

               Memories
       are always  special.
           We laugh by
     remembering the days
               we cried,
And we cry remembering
              the days
            we laughed.....!!    
               That's life.                                                    Jon York   2019

In my self deception
I had refused to see
That which I hate in you
Is what I can't stand in me

i cried in your car remembering the ones who cast me aside
you told me i wasn’t ready
perhaps
you were right

When people look at the ocean,
They only see what’s on the outside.
Only a few brave souls are willing to take the plunge,
Into the vast beauty of the ocean.
Only few will ever know the true beauty of it
With their own eyes.
There is something about it,
The ocean,
That makes it seem sad and longing.
Maybe the ocean is blue, because of that.
It’s so undiscovered, and unexplored,
Maybe the ocean is just waiting
For someone brave enough
To find the real beauty
Hidden within.
The ocean and I have a lot in common I guess.

E.M.

you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse