Archive for April, 2016

Intro: To end Autism Awareness month on a positive note. Love is the most powerful force.

Are you the one…?
As I walk back and forth…
Conjure up a dream…
The ideal…
The one that is me…
With the one that is meant for me…
In a place of blooms…
With colors abound…
Telling stories of love…
Yet with one color gone…

Where is the blue…?
Where do the blue flowers bloom…?
Catch a glimpse of another me…
Shy and tied to me by a rope only I can see…
Shakes and now I feel his ways…
While she wonders who is real…
As if two occupy the same space…
What she’d seen before now is no more…

But she’s the one…
Sees just how both parts and more form…
This rainbow of beautiful…
Those delicate petals…
Easily bruised…
Yet still bloom…

But not under the sun…
Blue blooms at night…
When all gets quiet…
Just for who’s right…
Just me and you…

Intro: Original title comes from the Tears of a Clown: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tears_of_a_Clown. Although I originally discovered it from a Tupac Shakur song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyRyGUjsik4

This song addresses the many times when one processes things differently than the norm. When anxiety, bullying, personality go to a dark place.

Another day…
Time for never ending laughs that last all the time I’m around….
Nothing but a clown is all they see…So they proceed to treat me as they please…
Ignoring my silent pleas for them to stop…
But all they see is a smile that begs to be fed more dread…
They believe I can handle it…
So I’m hit…Again and again…
Each insult is responded with a smile…
But it’s all for fun…?
So why should I take it so hard….
So hard…So hard…
I invited it all…

Another day…
I wonder why I even lift my head…?
I wonder why I even get up off bed…?
This life I’ve led borders on worthlessness…
I get no respect…
How about getting a speck of sympathy…?
Or will this life I lead be stuck on a trek towards something so low…
So alone…
I’m trying to figure out how act in my next show…
Trying to pick the clothes to be worn…
So the audience can be pleased…
while my misery is tucked deep inside of me…
Hidden behind a smiling face…
A face that “says” “I’m OK”….

Tonight…
Bravo! Bravo! Excellent show!
I try to take a bow…
To symbolize that I’m proud…
Proud to be tip of well told jokes…
Proud that I could hold back my tears and put on a smile…
Proud that this “lie” has made their lives worthwhile…
If only for a moment in time…
Shouldn’t I be thrilled when people smile…?
Isn’t laughter the language of the soul…?
Then why do I keep feeling so cold after each torrid show…?
They can’t see my pain…
Through all this face paint…
But even if I came plain…
It would still all be in vain…
So I must maintain this image of a clown…
One who brings a smile to all those around…
That’ll be my eternal crown…
“The one that makes us smile”

1, 2, 3 , 4…

Pair up…
Afraid of those words…
Afraid that I’ll be picked last…
As I won’t build those same bonds…
Built over time…
Or in an instant…
For when I try…
Or rather not…
Just stay to the side…
And hope a single soul sees…
This being begging for some piece…
Of what it means to belong…
If just for a moment…
Then I promise to leave…
Back to my reality…
Back to peace…
____

Intro: April is Autism Awareness month. Taking a hiatus from other topics in progress to focus on writings that perhaps reflect the nuances.

It’s my World….
At peace with words…
The sounds…
Thoughts from inside…
Bridge being my eyes…
Sights from outside…
Peer into my mind…

Focus…
Focus…
Can’t…
She’s too…
Is she sweet…
Look away…
Look away…

Maybe a slight grin…
Then this can begin…
Be you…
But be me…?
You know where that leads…
Me being broken…
Misunderstood like before…
Better to be in my world…

Where the sounds tell more…
Whole stories about heroes…
Even tragedies…
But forever happy to be me…
Back to my world…
_____

Figments…
Trying to grasp…
While walking past all this noise…
What does he mean?
She’s mean?
Blessed be those who can see…
While I try to perceive…

What a smile means…
Or a frown…
All this doubt…
Pass by the crowd…

Another bout of pain…
Can I make it…?
But the blank stares…
Please stop…
Judged by all…
Why can’t I be unseen…
Let me be…

Yet I wish for more…
For what they have…
For those smiles…
Just to feel what happiness is about…

Blessed be those who can see…
I’m not one of them…
They don’t understand me…
Why I am who I am…
Eyes look away…
Another day gone…

But I made it…
Blessed…

Drones

Posted: April 5, 2016 in Poetry
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Intro: A completed work addressing religious zealotry.
Draft: https://silentscholar.com/2014/01/07/drones-draft/

Anti-zealotry…

I don’t blame belief…
But the believers…
And our deceivers…
Funded by whores who own the media…
Not only the corporate beasts…
But the social speech…
Shared through corner alleys and beats…
Brainwashed poisoned beings that preach…
Rhetoric that heats…
Sadly leads to lobotomies..

Drone beings who only believe one way…
All other paths bane…
Must maim…
While in same breath claim our path is supreme…
As if some High Being gave us the keys…
While locking out the rest of humanity…
Fated them to never be redeemed…
As the zealots continue to scream…
Their tainted beliefs!

Breeding plenty of sheep…
Disposable beings…
Who will sacrifice for something “heavenly”
Become the ultimate remedy…
Raised among right ones…
While the rest of us snuffed…

Because the powers to be…
Feed off the misery…
Feed and process the next set of beasts…
Who breathe hate…
Deceive…
Repeat…