Like The Lorax Said

I hate this world for how it lives

and in it, something's' gotta give

to facebook, from utopia

utopia, dystopia

we keep growing

but is it change?

depends on how you rearrange

the cards are lined up

it's a game

Can you play it fair?

where are the rules?

where are the guidelines?

get your tools

oh, reality

through space and time

please make it quick

and make it rhyme

We need a dollar

throw a dime

And block your ears now

take the course

your salads' from the hoof

of a work horse

Yeah, break the back

of another shy

they don't tell how and where

they lie

you cannot see it

not unless

you care enough

like the Lorax said

But we've been blind

deep in the mind

like a virus

yeah; the man-made kind

So sparkle sparkle

bling bling bling

you like to play

on that Cha-ching!

So give a dollar

waste your time

you'll have it

go take back your dime!

‘cause what's with the dime anyway?

when your purse is full

and shut per se

‘Less we show them right

and we show them good

or am I misunderstood?

'til the many many turn their heads

my word is just as good is dead

In the name of right

in the name of plight

Let's share our words

limit no height

For the honesty; we look within

and outside in the garbage bin

that's' where things end up anyway

once worth something

they had their day

So what's more timeless, priceless and

part of us

like a music jam

Its' loud and clear; it is the truth

and let the oldies say "uncouth"

They don't know any better , well

they're living in a brainwashed hell

They know it not

they'll say it twice

they'll look away

they'll hold the dice

So march on young soldiers

be free

don't be afraid

to plant a tree

March 17th, 2012
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Lady Rabbit

Although it hurts to live like this

she doesn’t want to die

and something's' got to give in this

when she looks at the sky

A woman stripped of everything

down to her dignity

holes in her mouth, holes in her heart

she laughs, covering her face with art

In sensitive health

and dwindled wealth

of physical strength

she can only ask God

she can only seek out

the path that's beneath

a miserable heath

Through her x-ray vision

commands her mission

she sees through it like glass

the future, the past

and how it could be

of hidden beauty

Interrelations that mean

to defeat the machine

she's framed; “Off The Beam”

and so she shall drudge

through, holding a grudge

ruined is her trust

by judgments' unjust

She runs like the rabbit

whom "wise owls" eat up

with a glimmer of beauty

amongst her dry skin

looking for water

to hydrate within

Oh, can she find the water?

will she find her way?

she has her children to protect

for in a nest, they lay...

She is a gentle woman

but only shows the tough

for if she stops to cry

the bigger animals get rough

But no one will so bother

with creatures impossible to catch

whose uncanny survival skills

can never quite be matched...

And so she leaves the imprints of her feet

upon the snow,

back to her secret burrow

Somewhere no creature knows..

March 12th, 2012

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loneliness...

loneliness...

Looking for something that doesn't exist

into the darkness, in the abyss

Searching for love that I once couldn't heed

wishing for someone to hold me and feed

Into the dreams of a forsaken child

out in the forest and out in the wild

Become the big cat with the will to survive

clawing, if you turned away from my eyes

to forsake me again

oh, what a friend

if you show me you care

and that I am there

but how can it be

unconditionally

when I've clawed, and I've hissed

in my sad, dark abyss,

If I left; would you miss

me? I want to be free

of this, of this

my heart just bleeds

with loneliness...

for you

for who?

and what?

oh, whom?

Something I have not been able to have because of the way I am; because I either don't hug at all, or squeeze you too tight... because I don't know what's right, or any better. Although I'm getting better.

It's hard to know how to "be" sometimes, when you have autism. You want to get close, but you don't know how...you try and it's too much, it may seem odd. You put the other off; end up feeling rejected, it feels personally heart wrenching. These days I hold back instead; walling up my naive heart. It's the better option; to put my heart into action and words instead. Today I love people, but I confess, from a bit of distance. There's so much I want to say; about Social Justice. About Autism and way beyond...'Cause one thing I know for sure is that I love humankind; and its potential for good. Despite my bad experiences; I know that much. I try to remember that.

January 14th, 2012

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Living For Destiny

I'm looking up into the sky

and calling the angels on high

to help me live for my one dream

though I am tortured from the beam

Of fluorescent light, burning my eyes

and all the bullies, pushing lies

while stepping over minds and hearts

while playing but a game of darts

As they push past in recognition

I shield; for I am on a mission

I go unseen, I go unheard

and though I paint, my pictures' blurred

By a fog in which great minds are lost

and quality of life is tossed

into a box, of gold and jewels

to be sold for profit, made a fool

is every man who bows in fear

of being hunted like a deer

So quiet, he can hide away

or agree to pull an elaborate sleigh

of gifts for children of the rich

so they can drape in gaudy kitsch

and divert on the TV screens

and hypnotize to keep their means

So lost is the meaning of life

and lost is purpose, in the strife

to stay standing and feed the brood

with nothing that is truly food

but manufactured lies called treats

rewards for what? another feat

Another jump through another hoop

those at the top; they have us duped

I go unseen, I go unheard

And in spite of wounds; I sing my word

I gather herbs, prayers, yarn, and string

I braid and weave; my fingers sting

but I won't stop 'til the blankets are done

for they'll be warm until the sun

of justice comes out, through the clouds

I'll keep singing through my pain; loud

once messages are heard

I can cease

I’ll leave a message, and go in peace..

'til then, here I stay

living each day

for destiny

in some way…

January 10th, 2012

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Why Do You Not Like To Sleep?;)

Why do you

not like to sleep

is it because

you'd count the sheep

That pass you by

over the fence

that you can't cross

if you won't jump

And so, you've

got a little bump

on your head

from a hoof

A little too close

you were, and then

not standing in line

going ‘round then bend

you want to frolic

perhaps to unwind

but they won't stop for you

they’re unkind

So walk away

don't let them cause you dread

stay just where you are

and count the stars instead

January 5th, 2012

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Invisible Illness

Just because I look fine

doesn't mean that I'm not sick

and annoying as it seems, if I whine;

in pain; I can't be perfect

And though it's still hidden from your eyes

the clock does slowly tick

this is not a trick, it's real

I'm trying to remain stoic

I feel alone and powerless

in an invisible, systemic illness

I'm trying to remain positive

looking for hope, amongst an abyss

It's inhumane that accessibility

to cures, only comes if your rich

though knowing the truth makes it tough

the burning anger, I must resist

for it's nothing but poisonous …

And there's a way out

not the way I've, at times, thought about

but one where I'm here, on earth

living my life

in the arms of acceptance

And I don't mean to give up

allowing degeneration and pills

I mean to stand up

and do what I can

Living lifestyle changes

best for me;

to do what I love

until I am free...

January 5th, 2012

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Modern Revolution

This is the time

to let go of

the precedents

that pollute our minds

We know not how

they've made us blind

to change, and truth

evolving so

we can move on

in spiritual flow

The Kids are coming

some in generation Y

have gone insane

but some survive

to guide and lead

our way out of old systems

as the hippies once did

we refuse to be victims

So that the babes of now

will take our lead

and we will grow

and we will feed

and reverse global warming

before it succeeds

our beautiful earth

let some of us bleed

for love and light

and unspoken truth

Let us not accept labels

and allegations we're "uncouth"

let us not accept prescriptions

to "control" our behaviours

let us not succumb to drugs, imbalance and misery

labeled as "mental illness"

Let us re-channel through art

writing, and innovative business

We demand to be seen, we demand to be heard!

for we won't be living dead

Solidarity between us

finding answers unsaid

You've kept so much from us

but look at us!

we'll write it, we'll sing it, in red

It's a Modern Revolution

But no violence; red be written...

January 2nd, 2012

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