A Poem About My Autisim
A Poem About My Autisim When branches are bare and leaves gone there is no hiding place, when autism has manifested in you. Inside you, it is open season, the…
Lean As Mean
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
Through Cloud Breaks
Find me, seek me. for I am everywhere and nowhere and yet somewhere inbetween, I am energy within light I am daylight for I become bright showering shafts, through cloud…
Creeping Power
We must as a matter of urgency break from the creeping power of the middle classes and beyond you can hear in the confident voices the Hitler power the top…
Let Us Rise Above It All
Why does God not protect those affected in world disasters they perish as dry paper in the wind, I replied god gave you and I the earth with everything we…