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Jon Apr 4
Truth doesn’t need believers.
Jon Apr 2
No matter the height of one’s love or fame
There is but one happy end
What lies ahead is in the unknown
The trap doors that lay in wait in the dark

But in the end
When the finality of one’s last breath has drawn
The last tally can be taken
And only the total remains

And if fortune upon you smiled
If the darkness only weighed in summer
And the sun shone surely more
Then I hope a smile upon you breaks

Frozen in mortality
Jon Feb 11
I knew her once.
Or maybe only the shadow left behind.
She stood there longer than I saw,
waiting for what I could have given—
but couldn’t name.

And I loved her—
in the way storms ravage the sky,
in the way a glass waits for wine.

But love isn’t measured by its weight in our hands,
only by the space it leaves behind—
the pressure of air where her voice once was,
and the way silence now deafens my ears.

She is somewhere new,
In another room and another world,
where the sun still folds on her face
the way my lost eyes once did.

And me—
still walking,
still waiting,
as if heading toward
where she stands in the light,
leading me back to her.
Jon Jan 2024
From where did the sins of man come
Were they born by god
Or did we find them in the dark
Waiting where our deepest desires live
Did we feel their wrath?
And blame it on the gods we imagined below
Or did we simply feel wrong
For the hurting we bore
Jon Oct 2022
The photos move me
And the memories are grand
I visit what has been
And what was lovely then
Now lovelier still
For I’m no longer there

The greatness of the past
Grows, the further from it I am
The more wonderful it becomes
My mind, you good and gentle thing
Hold only on to what is worth knowing

And remember this vision through the hidden lens of nostalgia
Haunting the scene
Jon Oct 2022
Memory and its wicked ways
Leaves too much behind for us to find
But with great mercy it withholds
Some of what would drive us mad

Its walls are weak and its defense is thin
But if we promise to lay still and not fight
The peace of perfect finds us at night
Until the walls come down
Jon Oct 2022
All of humanity look on
For the words that come from me now
They may be seen and also not
Whatever fate’s choice becomes
Will leave us only in more want

More for me
To be seen and known
More for them
To feel

Or more for them
To feel again
And for me to be known
And it not be enough
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