Sunday, April 29, 2012

Naturally Autistic

You're talking like we are diseased
but you don't have it right
you're panicking as if there's a glitch
in evolutions' plight
so numbers are increasing
and you say it's mostly boys
you're going by the DSM
though it’s a man-made toy...

But what if you could reframe your thoughts
for even a minute at least?
you may not be so far off
if you say chemicals are the beast
but are they causing what you say is a neurological illness?
or are we merely human beings
neurologically wired different
being born into a world
one in which we are allergic...

Would modification of diet; avoidance of toxins
bring about the prevention of this so-called disease?
or could it optimize the
of a new, unmistaken generation
Yes; we are Naturally Autistic
So if you want to help us
or if you fear
that you may carry
one of us dear
rethink circumstance
minus the fear
and in bliss you will dance!

Feel enthused to know
you're babe may very well glow
with our energy
so set your fear free
and avoid those things
we are evolving to reject
as best as you can
don’t go out of your way
for some things are inevitable
and thus they will stay
treat it like a unique gift
if your babe is born this way

Do you think it is an accident
that our numbers are increasing?
do you think it's true
that males outnumber?
or maybe we girls are just harder to see...
and may be affected differently
these precedents label oh so blindly
For what should not be labeled
if it fits as merely "disabled"
So erroneous is this
and so much has been have missed
please look a little harder
through your fingers; see the kiss
on our cheeks, from the angels..

We are meant to be here
and there is no mistake
ADD, AS, or other tier
we're all different, but the same
with some affected more than others
and we'll not live in shame!
nor amongst you as sub human
and the adjustments that you make for us
don't need to suck tax dollars
if you reframe how you look at us
then you'll see how to really help us...

It's not rocket science
but it does take defiance
to stand up for change
and to rearrange
systems which no longer serve humankind
systems with an axe to grind
we're here to think our way around
though our brains may be sensitive to what is not sound
for this world contains poisons to us all
and our brains are affected most of all...

Imagine a brain with a unique vision
an ability to interrelate
with such precision
could it get us out of the current ties that bind?
is evolution really committing a crime?
with all of us being born
please just celebrate
the babes that are born to interrelate

We are not diseased
and we'll not change to please
on the surface
we can no longer appease!
So see us in a different light
So acknowledge our potentials' might
and thus make adjustments for our type...
Then we can thrive, and love
and help
and rightfully
believe in ourselves
don't shut us down
discuss preventing our birth
this is not the plan
for the growing earth

We're here for a reason
and it isn't for treason
so let go of your fears
and hold us so dear
why should we change for you?
why can't you change for us?
the reality is this: we must not collect dust
empower us with an open mind
and you will then be Just

We are not disabled
We are differently abled
and never forget it
and never upset it
Our flower petals are surviving unnecessary heat
so help us cool the antics that cheat
us out of our health
and out of our wealth
not the wealth that one may think about
but one in which is stealth

A richness of true honesty
A love for humankind; family
That is what we see
a wealth that sets us Free
So label us if you so may
if it helps you to hear what we're trying to say
but don't treat us with such tragedy
or interpret our works as travesty
we are what I call "awesome-ism"
we are what you may call Autism

So let it be
what it will be
and that is how you'll set us free...

April 28th, 2012

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Little Girl Hush

Don't cry little one
for justice has been done
and the monkey on your back
ceased to exist; with that

He'll make you no more faces
to imitate in races
where his weight had pulled you down
till you wore an inner frown

Stop searching for a deck of cards
'cause there's no need for crazy 8s
you are no longer like fishbait
for sharks in shallow waters
you are not cannon fodder

So put your shield down little girl
you needed it in a cold, cruel world
though child soldiers should never be
But please now, come down from the tree
that was once a kittycat sanctuary
no need to fear the fireman
oh, let him take your hand

For it serves you no more
and below there is no more, a war
to hide from shaken, beaten child
you need not brave the dangers wild

There is a place you can call home
there is a lace dress you can own
you need not roam in holed up shoes
and a knapsack full of cans of booze

You have survived
take back your pride
get on the train
and enjoy the ride

To heavens 'gate
for angels wait
the same ones who loved you through hate
and so there is a different fate
from the one in which you once believed
waiting for you, past the wasted time grieved

So wipe those tears off of your face
you have finally won your case
you no longer stand on trial
you are free to walk the miles

Down the road to freedom
down the road to acceptance
laugh as loudly as you wish
and this time no one'll snicker
and with those who still won't understand
there's no energy to bicker

Remember who is at a loss
so that you do not burn, but cross
the bridges once too shaky
are safer, for a woman
in dignity

You take it back
for you don't lack
so cut some slack
for tragedy un-faulted
and luck that had you bad
'til it turned you raving mad

Though it's transient
and your ambient
intact like a statuette
but moving like a cat
in womanhood you're that

Be not afraid to wear the lace
for you won't need mace
be no more the predators
be there, maybe, editors

So tell that “little girl” to hush
for the forest
oh so green and lush
is waiting for your footsteps...

April 27th, 2012

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Until There Are Doves

Empty hole
beyond control
it wants to be fed
it isn't dead
so much alive
it'd suck juice from the head

Then tears will fall
and creeps will crawl
they are bugs that'll bite
when they come to fight

And so is the sold
cheap like fools gold
on the outside; decked in trinkets
while the inside has rickets

is compromised
by unsurmised
and broken dreams
and without means
and without beans
to plant a stalk

Perched is a hawk
on a tree, in a meadow
where the grass is all yellow
and the air is dry

For the clouds are wry
and nil of rain
cooking, drying out; in pain
are the flowers all around
and it's there they are bound
to stay …

Why not try to walk away?
to a place that is cool
where the heart is the jewel
on a ferry, so ride
across the river wide
to the other side

Where there still lives a chance to dance
to advance
to repair
to be fair
and rebuild broken mind
and cut the ties that bind

To the dark of the past
to the feelings that last
whence they're blocking the hole
and so killing the soul
There are whispers abide
on the edge of the tear
where the blood drops, they dare
to challenge living wounds
to hum a new tune

There's a knob which is hidden
Control’s not forbidden
and though the fingers may shake
and courage it may take

For the heart controls the hand
of the volume, demand
it be turned up to the ears
so it can drown the fears

And inspire new hope
to climb the wiry rope
to the top of the clouds
so blast the music loud

Then put on the gloves
so when push comes to shove
you can keep sight on above…

Until there are doves

April 27th, 2012
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Thursday, April 26, 2012


On the horizon
electric impulses
moving through meridians
cooling to obsidian

Out of molten lava
burning to hot ashes
and ashes to wings
fit now to sing

A song of sweet array
not of the kitschy kind
all of an itchy kind
like a niacin flush

An unpleasant gush
induced for good
removed is the hood
and now the wind blows

On ears shy to cold
though the breeze is but fair
if one does dare
to raise their head

To awaken from dead
and to look into the sun
then freedoms' been won

and so lies before
peace past the war

Love for thy self
honoured in health
on the horizon
and deep in the hearth
it is beauty's basis
not just an oasis
it is back from space and

April 26th, 2012

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012


water boils
fire flickers
carver toils

Chisel the creature
of the shadows
looking down so
grimaced and still
there's a chill
in the air all around
where he sits
up on the crown
of darkness
and the night ahead

Laughing at
the sunlight dead
perched with his wings
folded under
clawed and curled up
as he waits
for the bait

You sit and ponder
as he captivates your gaze
wandering down a windy maze
by the marble stone walls
it’s because you've stonewalled
and he growls your way

Flickering fire, lighting rays
all ablaze
in darker days...
that’s the Gargoyle’s way

April 17th, 2012

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Broken Libra

Out of reach needs
out of the feed
fit for a swine
indulging the dine

Slumped on the couch
heart is all slouched
over the fence
broken and forgotten
over my head
is overhead
making a game
of priorities

Rolling the dice
landing on ice
shifting and shattering
shards are cutting deep
garbage in a heap
thrown over a bridge
into the stream
and by the ridge
of the rocky cliff
where some may dive
headfirst into summer brave
I hide in the cave
next door
blocking out the sun
oh so hard done
oh woe is me
oh woe is free
damn the broken dance
of chasing my tail
round and round ad nauseum!

Why'd you build a rail?
if I could climb over it
why not build a jail?
the sentencing already is
and there aint no bail
no one'd bail me out

Only failing, see
here I am both sick and weak
hanging off a tree
branch above the creek
they are laughing east
cliff diving with confidence
I'm about to fall, at least
though I'm holding on with obstinance

Don't wanna fight my tired
I just wanna sleep
sleep along the rolling hills
'lone without the sheep

Leave me here in limbo
if I see the light
that'll be a good luck bow
by angel wings of might

Stocking feet or barefoot
I can't tell now which
for my feet are frozen solid
and my skin does itch

What happened to my Libra?
her scales are sick and tipped
is there anywhere to turn?
to balance her;
to have her fixed...

April17th, 2012

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Standing On A Last Breath

Winding 'round, the wind
twisting counter clockwise
blowing 'round the sins
of a wounded heart

Tilting over sideways
about to fall apart
needing now a sacred space
to create the art

Feeling so alone and
ignored, with a chill
hollow are the feelings
filling up with pills

Giving up on nourishment
when it's too much work
to grow a garden with the seeds'
high cost, as is the dirt

Looking for a rest that simply
cannot now be reached
breaking in the question
can I just rest my feet

Is it possible
to commit necessary
whence kept from basic needs
how can there be a query?

Needing but an icon
to look down and smile
to shower love and sunshine
on my tears so vile

Oh its nothing but a dream
a hope above the clouds
of a childish fairyland
that shall be covered with a shroud

Pining out to bury
what should lie beneath
yearning now to bury
what should not be leeched

Standing on a last breath
waiting to exhale
praying to find better air
and to live tell the tale

April 16th, 2012

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