Wordsmith

It is odd to me – words they seem – molding us – for others dreams – playing out – a worded game – so often – written – plain as day – and yet – we see – as others do – words they – are not so true – intertwining – feelings not – for face value – at surface sought – deeper binding down the soul – fitting all – into a mold – holding us – steadfast – tight - a dreamers dream – of confined delight – wishes us – into vats – molding us – with its craft – of worded games – the word smith plays – created by the mouth of us – together – we create our counter parts – trying to balance – our own heart – never seeing – what is lost – through the words – we do impart – confine as we may – dream as you must – always remembering the words you trust – for they may mean – nothing to you – always remember – to someone – they do

toleration -v- love

Oh – the beauty of all I see – through the rose colored glasses the world hands me – telling me all of my days – will be sky blue – if only – I tolerate you

Hmmmmm – is what I think of that – is it toleration or love we lack – tolerate – seems a dirty word to me – it may behoove me to tolerate the – shit – that you do – but I am called – to love – the very core of you – through spirit and joy – in all place and time – I find toleration – is the world’s game – not mine – Love is the action – we lack with one another – to truly love and – not – just tolerate our brother

Toleration – is something asked of a child – for love is a choice – a parent – makes with a smile

So it is – that children tolerate their youth – while – being under hand – learning life’s truth – but – as elder – we should love – all that we touch – so our children – will love and not just tolerate us

For if toleration – is really how – to play the game – then we play under hand – of the Ruler of the day – using words – to hold our foe at bay

Do we really think that little of him – that we not love and only tolerate with a grin

Intertwine

I know things that you don’t know

My heart can see your inner soul

When your eyes meet with mine

I can see your life thru time

I really wish it weren’t that way

‘Cause now I know you’ll never stay

My heart is stronger now you see

I know it’s you and it’s not me

She must have hurt you awful bad

To make my heart so torn and sad

Knowing that you’re gonna go

Makes me wonder does she know

Is she waiting there for you

Gazing thru your eyes of blue

Knowing things you never knew

Watching your life pass thru time

Hoping hers will intertwine

Autism Definition

“Aut” is to Self as “Ism” is to Characteristic

Is not then; Autism to be Self Characteristic

Which is to be Human

Is human not to be aware of one’s self

Is not characteristic’s that which defines us all

Shame on us, who defines the Aut-ims person as not being normal

Seems normal to me

Again, I have to ask, WHAT IS NORMAL AND WHO DEFINED THIS WORD,

THAT SHAPES HOW WE ARE VIEWED BY OTHERS?

POOY – ON YOU- Creator of boxes of self Definition

Seems selfish to me!

Have you ever been in a place (where there is so much sound) that all you can hear is the silence of the rebound?

Life on the edge of impending time
schemes of another’s ambition collide your dreams and bind
holding hostage host’s compromised ideas
twisting words of silence appeals
no words are used yet meaning defined
...no meaning is shared yet imaginings intertwine
the lying schemes of smiles with glint
tell a strangled story when the heart must relent
if not then the soul surly will die

Renunciation

Amusing how this diversion is executed

In the mind of now established faux

Twisting lines of past gone before

Creating the future on stylish lie

Crafting forging hidden scheme

With allusion twisted truth you deem

Guarding once a long held bond

Now forming charade on gilded posture

In its entire splendor retain head high

Masking the past with tongue filled pride

Once friend a foe now stands

Pretense binding tying of hands

Seeking out forked laid path

Forsaking “Right” choose deviate

“Left” renunciation is now our fate

checkmate?

The world – in which we choose to live – unwilling participants

as pawn – are played – forcing hand – of rook and knight

 changing – the world – of bishop delight

seeking out  – mastered schemes

democracy – a coalition dream

parsing words – with sword on hand  

with claims of peace - on another’s sand  

if no gain – by taking king – would we stain – with bloody dream

of conquest – from regime to regime

don’t think the plight – of common man – is most important

with oil at hand

unwilling participants – in games – that are played

by heads of state - that speak as one  – tie our hands

freedom the bait – checkmate

The Searcher

The searcher – waits – when time stands still
The searcher – abides – by another’s will
The searcher seeks – in silence – dream
To find - to hold – eluding schemes
Wandering – in and out – through days
Intertwining dream and reality – the same
Tempting fate – so - she dare not wait
Give the searcher – an awaited concrete
The searcher – nomadic in deeds unseen
Like a poet – he holds to fading imaginings
Seeking – searching – holding dreams tight
In silence – he dreams – of another’s mans plight
Never wavering – in his constant – examination
Of the heart of man – and his quest of life