Poem #17: "our language is sacred"

This poem explains my views about autism.

"our language is sacred"

to those who don't understand

we live in a world of sound

our thoughts merge deeply

with the rhythms of nature

unbound

to those who don't understand

our sounds and our rhythms,

our thoughts become rhymes

and our language is sacred

defined

to those who don't understand

we may get angry, yes, we may cry

but what else can we do, when

we walk among sharp fragments of our

memories?

and what should we do

to conform to your standards?

or why, even,

when we grasp the transparent

subtleties of our own bleeding hearts,

should we try to speak a foreign mind?

to those who don't understand, just

look and find

you say your words,

clashing in self-isolation

the sounds become an empty shell

from an unknown source

and meaning has fallen out,

lifeless from an awkward

rhythm

we walk through life with diamond shoes,

our glass hearts balanced by

strings of interwoven sounds

kept together through loving

expression

to those who don't understand

we live in different worlds

our eyes are windows to our world

and lenses to yours

maybe you can see it

through our eyes

our transparent systematic emotions

or the immense barrier between

our hearts and minds

our language is sacred

when sounds are woven

carefully into colours,

colours into words,

then sentences and worlds

we speak no isolation,

we form no violence

but we are fragile

when even our own

memories cut so deeply

glass hearts

shattered, diamond shoes

unfitting and awkward

we cry out in our own language

to be safe

our language is sacred

and we are safe within its bounds

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2013.

Poem #16: "Words Can Never Capture"

"Words Can Never Capture"

Define "sunset".
You might say that as the sun slowly hovers down,
it kisses the earth, like an ailing mother
about to pass away
shining golden words of hopeless beauty
bent and glittering in light of inevitable
fading away of honesty and truth.

Define "sunset".
You may say its fractured light
(whilst freely roaming skies of dreamy, abstract thought)
is a subtle reminder that,
in life's toughest stretches,
honesty can never be broken down.

Define "sunset".
You might say that the sun's glass heart
was shattered suddenly,
breaking down its true colors
into colossal seas of pink and violet,
gifting the earth with its tragic stories of new-found love.

Define "sunset".
You might say that it's the culmination
of experiences words can never capture,
envious minds enraptured in an all-encompassing
wonder of stillness.

Define "sunrise".
You might say the sun,
newly born, remembering its prior existence,
begins again to shower the earth
with its golden,
ageless,
spirit.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012.