The elephant in the room sits on my chest,
Hiding from the rats in the corner.
The rodents squeal and conspire
And play games
As if they understand what's at stake.
I cant breathe well enough
To read them the rules,
So they set fire to the circus I joined.

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

She is sitting on the table...
Turning on the lamp and then switching it off

on!.....off!


on!.....off!


on!......off!


off...........­..........off


It's been 5 minutes and the lamp is still off
She can hear someone...
Oh! It's her heart screaming for an adventure...

When gentle breezes turn into gale,
     remember that you will prevail.

       You may tear at these pages daily,
in search of peace and tranquillity.
   Planting hope and scattering wishes,
    Spilling blood in smears and blemishes...
       Flying out of the dark on
     wings of birds.
       Bridging the rippling void through
           severed words.

                Seeking...
             Reaching...
               Imploring...
            Writing...

     Be not wary of eyes that speak.
  Be not afraid of mouths that leak.

Know that our scribbles are only
   sacred to us.
       Emotions and thoughts we
           bind and truss.

  What we put forth, we owe it to ourselves...
     Bits of us we've kept hidden in the
darkest rooms; atop the highest shelves.

You...
      are wielder of your mighty pen.
You...
      determine how far or long your
         words would span.

   Your words... They're precious gold.
Many or little; be them new or old.

So let drip your ink with little reservation...
  Let us grow from strength to strength
     as life teaches its lessons.

   Rise up and live on in these here pages,
     For here exist only
         freedom;
               not cages.

look at the stars
in the deep night sky
and prepare yourself
for a midnight fly

as your feet lift from the ground
and you soar high above the trees
you look out over the forest
and feel yourself freeze

its the most beautiful sight
you ever did see
and you think to yourself
you could be free

if you could flee
you would be able to grow
oh, if you could flee
where would you go

would you fly so high
that no one could reach you
or would you learn to walk better
and only fly when you had to

growth is important
for you and for me
we have to start growing
to truly be free

fleeing doesn’t change a thing
it doesn’t change your life
so don’t just run away
from your lifes strife

I love you.
         On intense days.
            On good days.
                On long
              exhausting
              work  days.
               On  really
             strange  days.

           And most of all
          on days when you
            make me smile,
            which happens
            to be every day
              I'm with you.

               I  love  you
              means that I
             care  enough
               to fight for
             what we have
              and love you
                enough  to
                 not   ever  
                    let   go.
                                                                                                Jon York   2019

All I can do
Is write love poems to you
Everything I do
I do for you, my sweet

These hands are not my hands
These words
Not my own
Beyond the limits
Of skin and bone
It is you
My heart adores

Breathing in your breath
Surrounded in your light
You are all around me
You are all I see