Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
The War Machine
The war machine rages on. I try to fight it everywhere Both inside and out. I plead my case to the Gods For them to dismount War
I was gifted a life that most only dream of Not by ease of choice But through fire and forgery of pain Within this abomination
Mechanical eyes Mechanical thoughts For this mechanical heart Forsaken spirit Forsaken trust For my forsaken life
My Foundation for Everything
I went back home. To where, as a child, I'd play. So many memories. So many heartbreaks. So much love from my family. These walls still bare the stories. But as I sit in her chair. I am taken through the toughest memory of all. I hear her voice. "Everything is going to be good my dear." Time reverses. Everything is as it was. She is there. Her smile so beautiful. The softness of her voice. I get lost in it again. She tells me a story, as she did so long ago. As I regain reality. I feel her presence. Smell her perfume. I know she's with me forever. I love you Grandma. You are my first love. My foundation for everything.
It's All for Them
He is a soldier poised with pride A warrior who stands tall A man with the weight Of the world upon his shoulders Under his facade
Searching for You
I went searching for you. My third eye blind. So, I passed you by so many times. I felt you, so vaguely. So many times. I faintly felt you so close by. But I couldn't trust the knowledge of my true self. I looked your way. Eyes meeting so briefly. A calm washing over my very being. A calm so foreign that I ran in fear. Running from the life meant for me. Now I search for you once again. Searching for the second half of my soul. Have you been reincarnated as somebody else? Or am I still not seeing well?
Love You Sis
This is a love letter to my twin flame. But not the kind of love letter you'd think. A bond rooted in the deepest stream of consciousness. Friendship. I searched the world for the kind of love I have for you. I was just searching in the wrong bodies of water. So many times, my heart had deceived me but when I really listened to it the answer is always you. The purest kind of love. So innocent and true. Yet I rarely tell you. It's the kind of love that puts my heart back together with a single word, every time I let a girl carelessly tear it up. The kind of unconditional love that says "I understand" to the way my fucked-up brain operates. There ain't no better love than the love of a friend. That of a sister who has been chosen. The kind of love that makes me feel at peace within. The kind of love I get from you.
Under the Mistletoe
I wrote a letter to Santa Claus Setting the record straight. I started the letter off With the cold hard truth. I stopped believing many years ago