autism poem i forgot from 2013

 Walking out of step but in their own rhythm

Are the outsiders we label with autism

But what path can anyone follow but our own

Are we too afraid we won't make it home alone

Do we force our way through the small talk

To evade life's lonely walk

Are we afraid to move forward

Not knowing what we are walking toward 

No man can make it alone no man is an island

But a man has to be ready to live life by his own command

We can't fear free will we can't run away from it

Even when we aren't wise enough to see what will come of it

Whether we look into an obscured path

Or if we can't work out all the math

We must not fear facing decisions afraid of regret

Before we even start living our own lives yet

A single poem after a long absence

Listening to Im a Believer and Do You Believe in Magic i had this corny idea for a poem
Love is the only magic there needs to be
Our greatest strength is our empathy
It can turn a stranger into family
Make a friend out of an enemy
Its the only solution there is to see
Its the only way there needs to be
A world without fear and living free
Love is the journey and the destiny

For My Wife Part I, II

You are my world and my sunshine
My one and only love of mine
Nothing else but your love and pride
Keeps warm and growing inside
You nurture me as I try to cherish you
You are on mind in everything I do
Your happiness is why mine matters
When you're sad it breaks and shatters
Please know without your love and support
I would feel nothing but pain and hurt
So thanks for at my long journeys length
You gave me the love to give me the strength

You are the reason for everything I feel
Without you nothing I do is real
Your pride is everything that I strive
For your love keeps my happiness alive
The sun lights my soul when
I see you laugh and grin
I only feel witty and intelligent
When our conversations spent
And you hang on to the sentiment
And appreciate the moment for what it meant-to me
Oh I wish you could see
Nothing could give me more pride
Than you standing by my side
Proud to be my bride
So don't let a day slide-away
Remind me a little each day
Because I'm so thankful for all you do and say
And in your heart is the only place I want to stay

PP 331 (work in progress)

The Promises Of The Life Of Which We Yearn
When do childhood dreams return
The Promises of the Life of which we yearn
When heroes win and their lessons learn
What happened to a friends concern
When will we learn to be more honorable
To those far more vulnerable
Maybe when the hurt can tear down their wall
So they can answer their neighbors call

Hip Hop Lessons
Hip hop exposes all the nonsense
Of a world succombed to violence
Can it even make sense
To get rich at life's expense
Most who front an attack
Never check a fact
Just turning their back
On what the have not's lack
Never looking at themself
And how they glorify their wealth
Selling dreams to every have not
To go and get everything that you got
But in the slums there's only one kind of shot
That's why you find so many in debt or dead a lot
Trying to rise above their plight
In this uphill fight
But you look down from on top of your height
Overlooking in your oversight
With these entrapments you declare economic war
Judicially dominating those who are already poor

Fake Like You
I don't want to be fake like you
Telling others what they wish was true
Pretending to give a damn about their point of view
And just keep on doing the hell you want to do
Beliefs are nothing but what our actions tend to show
I can't say I believe in what I cannot follow
I can not deceive those who really what to know
So I'll make no promises because words are hollow

Poetry Post 330

Black Girls Rock
Boldly moving forward never shrinking back
Lacking nothing to keep herself on track
Always carrying on as Mother To The Earth
Caring for those who don't see her worth
Keeping the faith for the family
Guarding against the evils that may be
In touch with everyone else's needs
Responding caringly as she still bleeds
Libeled for the good she does to others
Shunned by those calling themselves brothers
Raising children and men in every class of society
Ostracized by all those in debt to her generosity
Campassionate leaders held down as humble mates
Kept in place by misogynist fates

Battles Of Hearts
Stuck behind another hump
Just another obstacle to jump
Another feat to have to trump
Try to make friends because the more the merrier
But the more you try to know the tighter the barrier
Commitments a disease I'm just the carrier
So I try to prove my character's honoable
By being open, honest and vulnerable
But Some circumstances are inalterable

Stranded
Standing outside your front door
Wondering why we don't hang out anymore
This turn feels so strange
I didnt even feel a change
I'm lost and you're telling me to go
Lost for words to ask for what I need to know
Where, when, why, how did it all go wrong
You know this is the only place I belong
Clueless to my offense
I'm left in the world without defense

Domestic Avengers (Comic Book)

Robert Page- 32 year old white garbage man with scrubby facial hair, thin short frame, dark wild hair, lanky limbs, quiet to varying "trustability" degrees, analytical, idealistic, uncompromising man

Pamela Turner- 27 yr old black female teacher of 6th grade social studies, dark smooth complexion, round curvy figure, with cornrows, uncompromising assertive rational wins arguments loses battles

Backstory:

Robert & Pam meet at the funeral of a friend Valerie who died of long term effects of domestic abuse. Robert use to collect her garbage and had a secret crush on her. Pam was her sister. Both knowing her history of abusive relationships join forces to fight domestic abuse over their guilt of Valerie's death.

The Plan:

Robert finds evidence in garbage of domestic abuse (anything blood stained, or broken with force, high amounts of alcohol bottles etc) gives info to Pam for her to avenge the abuse likewise Pam watches for signs of abuse in her students for Robert to avenge (bruise marks, evasive and/or erratic behavior etc)

Location:

Both Pam and Robert live in the same apartment building for years not knowing each other until Valerie's death. They live in Great Lake City a multicultural poor manufacturing town with a high unemployment rate and high crime rate.

Poetry Post 329

Reading Empathy
Can you look right through me
And tell if I have empathy
Can you see my neurological wires
And see the roots of my desires
Any more than I can see through you
By the actions I can see you do
By the way you see how other people feel
To determine what you can get out of the deal
I only hope for reprocity and understanding
Never giving less than I am demanding

Questioning Faith
What is it to have true religion?
Is it relying on another for a decision?
Is faith something you're suppose to support
But cannot count on when you're hurt?
I know there is God and I know there is the Lord
But how am I helped compared to those who never heard
There is comfort in knowing what is Good and Right
But with so much beyond our strength its a losing fight
You may say its a sin to say the Lord forsook me
But if I still feel so defeated someone overlooked me

Unrewarding Drudgery
Every day is a hectic boring drudge
How can I not hold a grudge
What do I have to depend on
When all is done everyone's gone
I push and pull along throughout the day and night
Without comfort emotional or physical in my sight
Just a small bed to lay alone in
Waiting for the next day to start it all over again