Continuity
Seems the glue
For a story..
No continuity
May seem as
Chaotic..but
Unpredictable
Happenings
Seem what's what..
What are stories
Anyway?
If you
have never
met me
or tried
to understand
who I am
then why
should
I value
your opinion
about who
I am
and what
I feel
as an
autistic
person
of color?
Note: Sometimes people take what I write too literally hence the need for these notes. That being said, I am not actually asking any questions with this poem. However, in the face of discrimination, this is a common internal and external monologue. If you are an autistic person of color reading this, I see you. You are brave and resilient. Do not let anyone try to break you.
Clean break, one intended for you. One
only you can make.
As the ceiling dims and floor decays,
there's still time for mending things,
changing your ways.
Will it get old, will it wither away?
Of course it will, remember
from dust to dust..
shine anyway.
Someone is watching, someone will notice
in a year, two, or two thousand?
noone knows with any certainty,
especially not me.
What's gone down in pages
will not be in vain. Never was,
your labor, your love.
Oh how strange, so wonderful,
this, your moment.
At the same time,
always and never to be.
Can't promise it'll be enough, in a life.
Only you can assess it's worth.
But what you do, what you will do, and what you did..
in time, will be enough.
Accept what is in ur play
Don't be grey
Keep going on the ray
Have your say
No pressure to stay
Do not let your mind sway
Follow your way
Be happy anyway
We name them anyway—
in a world unraveling, thread by thread—
we name them Hope, and Rain,
and Wildflower,
as if language alone could save them.
We teach them to walk
on melting ground,
to laugh in the shadow of sirens,
to draw suns on walls
as forests burn beyond the glass.
We hold them close,
not because we believe the world will be kind—
but because in their breath
there is a softness we’ve forgotten
how to breathe ourselves.
They come not asked, but chosen—
not for the dying,
but for the fight against it.
And when they cry,
we don’t say “be strong,”
we say:
You were born into this world—
but you are not the storm within it.
It Didn’t Matter Anyway….
Liberation is knowing what is,
Ignorance is not.
What is, is always simply what is,
So liberation and ignorance
Are both ephemeral phenomena;
Mere waves of perception
On the surface of vastness.
(5/17/25)
Possibilities bloom before my very eyes
of gifts that will my lovely wife surprise ...
Imagine her delight when on Mother’s Day
~ that roll of $100’s with ‘opm’ I pay*
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*'opm' = 'other people's money'
Lift the chin, my friend.
Let the dawn break through
whatever yesterday left behind.
The path was never meant
to be clean or quiet—
it’s blood,
and gravel,
and stubborn breath.
But you’re not walking it alone.
We carry one another
in sideways glances,
in cracked smiles,
in hands we didn’t expect
to hold us.
In the eyes around you,
look again—
there’s fire there,
flickering low,
waiting for someone
to believe in it.
Speak truth,
not because it’s easy,
but because silence
is a lie that festers.
Let your voice shake—
it’s the tremble that proves
it’s real.
Every stumble is soil.
Every tear waters
what might still rise.
You’ve broken
and built back before—
you know how.
So tie your laughter
like a thread between us,
pull us in,
pull us through.
We are all chasing a tomorrow
that hasn’t promised anything.
But still we reach,
still we rise—
a bruised, beautiful chorus
becoming
what the world forgot to imagine.
When you think God spoke to you.
Write down what he said to do.
Do you feel peace in your heart?
If so that's where you need to start.
To verify the voice you've heard.
Does it line up with God's word?
Now you have two things to compare.
The thought you have. The word that's there.
Does it say to you "Be Nice!"
Or is it pushing you to fight?
Is it something Jesus would do?
Then that is God speaking to you.
If your thought tell you to trust.
Just repeat to your self "I Must!"
Even though it doesn't make sense.
If there's loss He'll recompense!
There's no way that we can lose.
When it's anything about God we choose!
The bed is soft, familiar.
Not comfort, not really, just known.
A sinking, a settling,
the weight of existing pressing down,
but not enough to break me.
The dishes stack in the sink,
a quiet monument to days slipping by.
My phone buzzes, I don’t check.
The world is moving, but I am not.
Not yet.
And still -
something in my chest tightens,
not in fear, not in regret,
but in recognition.
A shift, a stretch,
a thought that maybe I don’t have to
stay here forever.
I don’t throw off the duvet,
don’t leap into the light.
But I swing one foot over the edge.
A small rebellion,
a promise to the self I’m becoming.
in a world where goodness may seem pointless
where kindness may seem but a drop in the sea
karma is a concept that won't get old
for peace of mind it is the master key
AP: 3rd place 2025
Some gloom took her from me.
Or was it hate?
Or did it rest somewhere between the two?
She's gone is what matters.
The cars pass anyway.
The wind blows anyway.
That new apartment block gets built anyway.
The grass grows anyway and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows and grows-
Anyway
I decide to shave one morning, the mice in the scruff have fled the snakes long enough.
At least this way they can see them coming.
I wonder which one I am.
But then think that's stupid.
Whose life it is anyway
Because
He is always smoking
A joint
He doesn't care
About his life
It is very sad
Because he
Doesn't know that
A joint is very
Addictive
And slowly he is
Killing himself
Every single day
Because he smokes
A joint every day
Yes he will
Die with cancer
Also, he doesn't
Know that life
Is also very precious
Yes I am his father
I made him in my
Image
Then I placed him
Here on earth to live
Every single day
Also, I don't know
Where does he get the
Money from
Does he borrow some
Money from
The bank
Anyway
I listened
Not meaning to
Just idly listened
To her
As she softly counted
The stars
We both knew how it's gonna end
But we still loved anyway,
We both know I don't want to let you go
But you said goodbye anyway,
Yes I wanted to pretend I was strong
But I let my tears fall anyway,
I know you want to forget me
But you are still holding on to everything anyway,
I know my phone's screen will not brighten up with your messages
But I'm still staring at it anyway,
We both knew it's not gonna work
But we still tried
Anyway;)
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