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The Red Woman Jun 2019
it's as we're not even in the same
world
even though we're sitting in the same
room
and breathing the same
air
The Red Woman Jun 2019
i feel like i see
all the things that
you don't
The Red Woman Jun 2019
i will always be the one
that is a little out of li
ne
The Red Woman Jun 2019
i have this one plant
it's dying
and i don't know what to do about it
i watch it get worse
bit by bit
day by day
and it is as if i'm looking direct in a
mirror
The Red Woman Jun 2019
i feel like i'm walking on
air
too bad that it's
toxic
The Red Woman Jun 2019
i went for a walk in the
woods
and as i was walking
i looked around and saw
all the beautiful
trees

the most beautiful ones
were the ones that had
marks,
scars
and bumps
how very special they are
will forever amaze
me
I took a brief look at the trees, and noticed that the most beautiful ones, were the ones with 'damage'.
My thought behind this was, that i often do or should view people the same way.
  Jun 2019 The Red Woman
Jon York
As  a child  
I colored with reckless abandon  outside  the  lines
                         all over the place
             and   wherever  I  felt, as I defined
                       the word abstract

             Blue  elephants,   purple   trees,  
   red   fish, blue and white bears, green oceans,
            pink moons.   -- it  was  all   good.

                     As I grew older everyone
       was  trying  to make me  color inside  the lines,  
                color everything just like
                          I saw  it.

        So  I  ended  up  painting  by numbers.
          --- Whether you actually paint,
                         or you write poetry,
                or dance, act or direct,  create
                              what you feel ,
                         create outside the lines
.
                    I want to watch green oceans
                                 and red bears,
              an orange sun and a pink moon.
                            I like to listen to
                      purple   trees   as  the blue
              elephants make their way through
                                          them.    

           ­        What color is your  love  
                                 now?
                     What color was your love
                              as a child?                                           Jon York   2019
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