Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Clear This Lens

desperate sensation
lost in purpose

Longing for
a clear direction
knowing what to get
but how

We were left behind the ones ahead
so long ago
and though we dread
and though these bones ache
they don't want to break
they want it to stop
they want to take a walk
Down the road to peace
beyond the white sheets
covering the dead
so don't lie in bed
next to the coffins
for we survive
and we need to thrive
rise up and shine
Shine within The Light
please help each others' sight
and take each others' hands
let's help us to live upon this land

Healing and growing
reaping and sowing
no longer destroying
no longer toying

Evolving and turning
no longer burning
loving and laughing
though it seems so baffling
oh, clear this fog
and clear this lens
July 18th, 2012

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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

My Own Autistic Song

My vision is blurred
but my senses are heightened
I miss the point
but I see the rhyme

And there I could stand
like a deer in the headlights
wanting to run
or morph into a puppet

My body's sick, tired
and I still don't have wings
I'm longing to sing
but the pitch I must practice

I can't be graceful just because
I can look the part
that is only art...
though I'm tripping inside
on things I thought were understood
but now they're no good..
so I hide
no longer wanting
to get on the ride

Looking for the answers
on an endless continuum
where everything is related
in fluidity

It is such a pity
that only few can see it
and I don't understand
it's right before my eyes
Not lies!

All alone in a world
of flickering, moving images
with a touch of femininity
applied to my map

But the obvious; I'm daft
confused by the sounds
of dishonesty
underneath the masks

Spilling out words
running out from a script
which I understand, as only
"I could copy this if.."
and therefore, and so on
'til I'm drowning in thoughts
problem solving, connecting, building
all that energy to talk
I'd forgotten who i really was
amidst the expectations
more painful cause i like people
and do desire relation

But I can only do so much
before my brain becomes tired
how can I still reach out and touch
without the compromise?

I can't disguise who I am
but i want to open my door
is this possible to conceive?
when people won't believe
looking at me they see
something i have made to be
through learning and watching
I'm tired of playing scenes
I'm tired of living in dreams

Is there another way of going on?
it is like a song...
my own autistic song

July 7th, 2012

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