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This is a game of chess,
Its way deeper than living,
we all fighting for positions-
cause we all have missions of escalating,
Those false dreams implanted on us for our survival,
Goals of reaching what we ought most desire,
Destroying and sacrificing each other,
To reach higher,
Keys to the kingdom,
Keys to freedom,
God personified as a white man,
Do you get it,
You have to fight to be accepted,
In other words you have to fight for your freedom,
Designed by free men,
Architected by Freemasons ,
Demolished by the people,
This is deeper than life,
This is earth's concept of living,
Sitting back, at the back,
Wondering if I suffer from autism or depression,
Its all in my mind and if I believe in it-
then I suffer from the greatest delusion,
Cause those are all made up disorders to get you coming,
I guess they lonely, and money fills the void of these people,
are they people?
Are we people or just some animals trapped in a circus,
In this massive jungle Of messed up perceptions,
To mental outbursts the side effect of too much brainwashing,
lies on lies...
The endless propaganda,
Media is misunderstood,
Black man too...
I guess its how we are portrait on the tube,
Poverty disguised as suffering,
What an uneducated way to educate one to acquire,
call it reverse psychology,
The mental state we are in,
Its a chess game of survival,
The system portrayed as an order,
But its a disease,
a disorder of the mind,
As we are required to play along in this madness,
Its sadness to see what humans have become-
and its just the beginning of an end,
we pay to live so lets play until its game over,
As that is the modern way of survival,
Money, money and more money,
Money is time, money talks, money grows
Money is you: We are the products,
The goods for the consumers to consume us-
spiritually and psychologically...
The Modern slaves:
robotic is the proper term for this abomination of Man,
We are Androids designed for destruction,
manufactured to destroy our own home land,
Programmed to hate one another...
so we never merge and see the circuit in-which we are wired into.
the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but you're not in my shoes
I can horribly horror thee
tear torsos from talk shoo
you speak your body language alludes
letting loose clues I can flip and abuse
same time I elude your bullet bully
I fight I sully til your pants soil
cus I'm a King accepting toil
scope on your weakness locked in to spoil
crack your shell cook you a la Royal
I've been bullied singled out and embarrassed
the bar's set high
I've learnt I've no one but I
I've been made look stupid
isolated and cry
my red face my fear dread pointed at
nasty things said
tested dyslexic selected
autism bipolar personality disorder
never test positive but not normal
left handed right armed club foot
stood up straight when hit in the gut
I aint a stereotype cliche or a label buster
stapled my head up by a knuckle duster
pain what pain I love it I lust
been lonely with no friend they rushed
I was unknowing to friendship never mend
still I've got balls to drive you around bends
yeah devil level upheaval I'm lethal
the illegal drug and a piercing needle
I can see through your eyes ears and cheek dimples
you assume I'm vacant minded simple
hampered with anger ample angles I can't handle
but you're like all the other people
leap frog forth and fall in to my hole of evil
my psyche unlocks the locked inside
oh I see inside I sight you sly
you picked on a puppet now to gut you of pride
you wanna go blow high and low
with a child of psychology psycho
possibly to test positive probably
you a side act cut from the show
my head weird inside it be it be beyond thee
I learnt young applied acquired skills easy
but think I'm denied a focus capability
can take me down and see the end of me
and with that they laugh and you mentally bleed
you mistook my fools field you can't fall what killed
mind games mate I've majestic ill
you don't even know what happened
I come back again til it end, friend.
Most people notice my sunny disposition,
one that can cause blindness & irreparable skin damage.
They remark on the fact that all of my poetry
is so cheerful and positive,
wonder how a person who finds everything so funny,
could ever be sad about anything.
But what they don't know is that,
I, like most other people,
have encountered my fair share of difficulty.
How my brain is an inhospitable residence
I only stay in because I was forced to make my home there.
However, what goes on behind closed doors
remains a mystery to the ignorant.
As a child, I laid prone on the floor,
organizing my toy cars,
and later, books on a shelf.
Flying into a frenzy when someone messed them up;
invariably causing more disorder in my wake.
Anxious moments spent, gnawing on fingers & toes,
nails chewed off into jagged calcium crescents.
Nervous air-drumming when I'm writing or stressed,
or my bouncing knee when I'm patient or
trying to quickly get through a book.
Not so fond memories of standing alone in corners,
away from the crowd,
when having confidence was an unrealized
pipe-dream I feverishly entertained.
No man's an island,
but I've been a peninsula
who took pleasure in his eroding shores.
What normal kid talks to himself and has night terrors?
What 6th grader has an identity crisis,
especially to the extent of believing he doesn't exist or
is incapable of going back to a way of being
that made him comfortable;
how he felt like a stranger to himself, family, and friends?
The weight of depression straddled me to the point that I
wished for a broken leg like a horse running the gauntlet.
Warnings of ed up family members--
therapists, mental institutions, lives of reclusion...
how close I ran the risk of becoming like them.
But, at least, I have the perfect conditions for making art.
Even if weird thoughts sometimes strike at inconvenient moments...
I wouldn't wish being normal
on my worst enemy,
because I once wished it on myself,
and I've finally realized I can use my tendencies to my benefit.
Having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to every boy, girl, man, and woman, especially that of a three-year-old. It has made a positive impact on people who'd been born with or had been diagnosed with autism since day one. Being autistic means accepting for who he and/or she really is, especially when he or she's around a bunch of open-minded people. What everyone, including me, also learned about having autism is when we're living in our own worlds and the real world at the same time. Children, teens, and adults with autism can function in the real world, even in public places, especially when they're going to school or work. What I also learned is that people can go after their dreams like being a politician, a lawyer, or whatever, even if he and/or she has autism. God has made us the way we are, and I think that having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to all of us, even when I was three years old. It doesn't matter if he and or she has either autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome, we're all still human. The whole world should know that being an autistic human being is great and no one should judge us just because we, as humans, have autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome. The fact that day in and day out, for the past few years, people with autism, including me, have proven the board of education and those nay-Sayers wrong, even in the classrooms in all of the schools nationwide. Nothing could bring us down. Even though we have autism, we're still His children. The parents should be proud of the fact that they've raised us well, even if we have autism or any other disability. There's also a good chance of people getting into serious relationships and getting married, regardless of one person having autism. And if all of the friends and families have accepted them for who they really are, other people should be more accepting, too. I have autism, mild MR (mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I'm also proud of the fact that I'm still human.
What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
One thing we discovered that all aliens are not cruel
In fact they do have humility and care being loyal
To our multi-verse in tons
In a way like humans
Some are even superiors to us
With cutting edge technology thus
Some can be inferior to us
But not cruel and selfish like Sapiens
Those were the freshest example
To the universal brotherhood a preamble..6
After treating us in most universal way
They bade a good bye in a unique way
The moment was unforgettable
Since the multi-versal bond became stable
Gifting us latest tools and weapons
Besides the knowledge of making vaccines
The team of the biologists departed miles
In a fraction of second with smiles
The tools such as scanning the universe
The compass which runs in outer space terse..7
A goggle which detects virus in body
A medicine that cures all malady
The skills of making water from air
The technique creating fuel fair
How to make a plant grow into a tree
In a few seconds to be stress free
Autism, leprosy and tuberculosis
Corona, dengue and cirrhosis
Would no more be in system solar
For they gave us solutions stellar..8
We too decided to have a purpose
Of making the universe an abode of peace
Back to earth- we were seen as polymaths
Thought leaders and titanic smiths
For the knowledge we received soon delivered
To the research scholars in varsities cultured
The nation felicitated us uniquely
As we became the inter stellar community solely
What a way to have a travel in space..!
Precious was the meeting with our fellow aliens face to face..!!..9
It makes me think that a life with no purpose
Has no meaning at all thus
Where there is a will there is a way
Let us say this come what may
While the sun shines come on make hay
There lies hope in each ray
With clear vision and mission possible
We achieve many a thing impossible
‘The universe is our home.’ A new address
Even Lord Krishna said in his address..!! ..10
I’m haunted
Taunted
By spirits of the dark
I’m no morning lark
Mournin’ in the mornin’!!!!!!!
So paper-thin…within me…
UNDER my skiN…
I made a new language –
Ignored…angered…an opened refridge –
Once cold, now warm
B/C
I forgive……………
You?
Shying away from the fact that I love you
I, maybe…, hate you??
No, I can’t…
Murder and hate go hand in hand
I just don’t understand
I’m in a COMA…
I’m DYSLEXIC
I’m a labeler to myself
I have boy Alzheimer’s
I have, oh boy, autism…
No offense to others who have these conditions
I’m white…
Despised despite
I’m black
In the inside with spite
But I need HIM…
Right now…
Patience and self-control is needed
Somehow…
So uncertain
So ashamed
In society - a secret curtain
Ove NO-Named
Resentful
Hurtful
Your words mean to me
Beautiful
Ugliful
My words are to thee
Thee saved me…
Didn’t you…oh I c…
See…for those grammar hoes…
Counting my foes…
On my toes…
Countless I must add
I’m a rad lad
I must subtract
Because I’m not exactly
Cute…to be exact
I’m ugly inside and out…frankly
Melony: Ah don’t be so hard on yourself ^^
Me: I must be to be handsome again
Melony: You are handsome though…
Me: Ah no you’re just playing…
Voices…
Can rejoice too
Shoo shoo –
NOISES………
SH!
I’m a rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Drums, come on in…
Piano…play my notes…
Where have you been?
In the rain with coats?
Drums…
Don’t dumb me,
Chips
Don’t mess with these…
Man ****
They jiggle with the remaining skin…
I’m skinny and I’m proud of it
You all are fat and wanna throw a fit
Fat people are awesome tho
So, don’t be offended if I were you
The person in the inside matters more than the outside
I love you, no matter what color
Or shape…
Don’t call me racist or judgemental…
DON’T be negative
And don’t be too +
Gotcha?
Ok good…
Geez la weez…
OMW to meeting some pessimistic freaks
And some mighty cute nerd geeks
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me as I try to explain,
but it’s hard to see the world from your perspective, when I’ve only ever thought with my own brain.
It’s wired a little differently than yours is, and that can make us struggle to get on,
which I find can be especially frustrating, when it’s always me who’s told I’m in the wrong.
You’ll notice how I only said a little. You see autism is not quite absolute,
it sits along a scale and can be tricky, when the kind you have is not very acute.
Severe autism is recognised in children, and quickly diagnosed as a result,
this helps the sufferer to be accepted, and supported as they grow to an adult.
A mild case, is often more complex though, as frequently, it can go by unseen,
with the afflicted person being regarded; as arrogant and ignorant and mean.
I’m sorry if I say things you find hurtful, I truly wasn’t trying to offend,
I’ve never had much practice with conversing, as I’m not all that great at making friends.
I’m not overly skilled in holding chit chat, that casual back and forth that people do,
which for everybody else seems very natural, but for me requires too much thinking through.
At many times I just go through the motions, when saying ‘Hi’and asking ‘How’s your day?’
I’ve developed quite a talent now for acting, reciting things the world wants me to say.
And I’m sorry if I don’t quite get your humour, or get muddled up when sarcasm is used,
my mind is set to take things said as literal, and frequently can leave me quite confused.
I’ve always known that I’m a little different, until recently I never realised why,
it’s like, everyone had “social life” instructions, that when handed out had somehow passed me by.
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me I’m trying the best I can,
and with a little time and trust and patience, I hope that you will come to understand.
For 39 years I learned from the students with Autism I was teaching.
and the most important lesson I learned…by far
was how the true greatness of a person can be judged
by how they treat those they see as different…who to them seem a little bizarre.
When we would leave the safety of our classroom and venture into the community
many times we were faced with anger…with prejudice and bigotry.
With an anger fueled by fear strangers would walk up to me and say,
“Those people don’t belong in here..please…take them away.”
But the more I faced such animosity…the more I felt compelled
not only to teach my students about the world…
but to teach the world about my students as well.
I knew education was important to both worlds…for it is no mystery
how ignorance leads to fear…fear to prejudice…and prejudice to bigotry.
I knew understanding who a person is…the reasons for what they say and do…
is the key…initially to tolerance…and eventually acceptance too.
I knew by bringing two worlds together…when the educating is done…
we reach a point where we realize…we are not two worlds…but one.
And with a little understanding and compassion one world is where we co-exist…
where no one should ever be disparaged…belittled…or dismissed.
Our world is made up of people who are different from us…differences we cannot hide…but when we take the time to learn about each other…to look beyond our differences…we can see the human beings inside.
Allowing my students to experience my world…was my goal…my desire…my aim
and I discovered the more people who learned about my students…
the more accepting they became.
Perhaps that is something to remember……
as our country continues highlighting all our differences…
as we continue to argue..to fight…to spar…
How the true greatness of a nation can be judged
by how it treats those who they see as different…
who to them seem a little bizarre.