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even after
the broken trust. You’ve chased me
around this room. Screams
so LOUD the dust couldn’t settle. It
flew out the window. When we were
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to create a kaleidoscope from broken
umbrellas that got turned
inside out
from the air in my mouth.
on the chance
I took my thumb and gouged
whichever eye was open
far enough to see death

undone
like the wide right eye of memphis,
weeping gasoline on the gashed grounds below

obitus, obitus

uncorked, I'll spill over
do they or do they not deserve it
for leaving me ajar?

they'll lie
and they'll take it to the grave
and their headstones will call me out by name

obscure, obfuscate

that last rattle of life from their lungs
push up from under their daisies
determine me buried

obitus, obitus

the overture,
the onus

just for chance
I'll open it once more
for the dance halogen gives behind me
for the bark of tread on ballast

one eye, one good one
to discern the cause of death
You are like fine whiskey

I'd be honored to taste.

One sip of your warmth leaves

a burn in my hearts place,

but tastes so sweet.

Your body was meant

for my caresses.....

I touch you without

hesitation, no fear...

no limits. For no one

can love me like you.

            Again

you're on my mind,

              again.

             Lovely

        ***** thoughts,

              again.                                  ­                              Jon York   2019
The fear and uncertainty
Is lying straight ahead
We have to face reality
It's a fact it must be said.

We live in a world of confusion
We see it on the news
And we are often disillusioned
Properganda is what they use.

The mighty they make us shudder
We hear them everyday
No agreement amongst each other
Just fearful words they say.

No wonder there's  addiction
With Drugs and alcohol alike
Predictions from politicians
They never get it right.

Many stop and wonder
About this Nuclear age
It takes one foolish blunder
From a simple act of rage.

Things may not be as obvious
As Destruction from a Nuclear war
Mother nature waits before us
She stands outside our Door.

The shape of this world is changing
But not in the way we may think
Man seems to be endangering
Many creatures could become extinct.

Now all of this seems troublesome
With a planet that no more could be
The end of this world is sure to come
When there's no more  Honey Bees.
Fearful times we are living Nuclear threats
And wars .But it is mother nature that is more likely
To bring this planet to its knees .It is said that without
The Honey Bee or let's say the little garden Bee.
This earth couldn't Exist.The sad news is they are in decline.
At least that's what the experts say.it is time to act and preserve
These little creatures not to mention other creatures.
I'm going back to basics
Tossing technology out the door
They say life is what you make it
I'm going to make it a natural world

The stars at night will be my candlelight
The open meadow my unmade bed
The Moonbeam will hold my calmest dreams
As I rest my weary head

When the morning peaks I'll have the mountain stream
To provide me with cool drink
And the berries from a nearby tree
Will be what I daily eat  

I won't have any more deadlines
To stress my life upon
The only time that I will keep
Will be the season of the Sun

I will move when in the mood
Will be my whole new attitude
And sitting back relaxing
Will be the hardest thing I do

I'll carry on conversations
With the animals of the wild
I'm sure they'll make a lot more sense
Than those, I've left behind

If you think you'd like to join me
There's no need to pack a bag
I guarantee you'll be happy
With the little that you have
She hears every footstep
Feels every heartbeat
Every thought of mine she’s kept
In the floorboards beneath my feet.

In the hidey-hole she goes
Where waves of emotion cannot rock her so.
Away to the sea, away with the breeze
Lest her heart begin to freeze.

As time goes on, her sacred song
Ignites my somber soul
That fiery haze, her icy gaze,
Crashes in waves like a gong.

A hopeful goal, her endless shoal,
Yes, she’s afraid to lose control.
As dawn ascends, and dusk falls,
She’ll still sit beside me lonely,
Trapped in these dank hospital walls.

Yes, to my grandmother who made my day,
Whose happiness i used to slay,
my strength, my hope, my true mate,
who will never argue with her fate,
Helped me out with all my needs,
blessed me for all my deeds,
starved herself for my feed,
searched for me wherever i stray,
to my grandmother who made my day,

I always just yelled at her,
made her eyes full of tears,
I've taken her always for granted,
I was only what she wanted.
Whenever she said what to do,
I always said i already knew,
To her laps i love to lay,
to the grandmother who made my day,

Days had just started to turn,
Basics of life i start to learn,
Blood, sweat, an tears are finally starting to burn,
When your little girl start to earn,
Without you i start to live,
In your absence my heart has nothing to give,
Now her life is just built on fake colour,
Your child is crying without her mother,
Running behind me her hair turned grey,
To my grandmother who made my day

Now as distances are high,
your little girl runs and hides to cry,
To search for you even in her dreams,
She stays alone and yells and screams,
Finding that you're nowhere near,
Realizing she's stranded here with pain and fear,
only for you now she shall pray,
for the mother who always makes her day...
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