Poem 2017

pieces of fate put us away 

In time we tie the limits of fate

Soon the day will die

Then the moon will rise

Beginning and beginning 

End in the end

Life isn't something you waste

HOW THE SYSTEM OF AUTISM WORKS IN ME.

So you want to hear or listen to people but you really can't or you misunderstand what they are saying.

So each time I take one step I can feel every little pressure point rubbing against my foot - I can feel everything. I don't know if other people do that, but I know that it is a big part of my life - every little detail.

Autistic people do much more than just count how many leaves are in a tree or count how many times our foot hits the ground. Although, I often count the lines on the sidewalk while I walk around.

This is my day - every detail, but only the details that I see.

sorry for not posting

This year has been kinda crazy. I went and metal detect and found a ring, wasn't a expensive ring a tungsten carbide ring, but i got really excited when i found it. I will post more in time.

new photos of where i've gone

hawaii big island photos

Band names

Some band names I've been thinking about for a week:
                          cosmoinfinty
                          big or small
                             figure 8s
                          stuff u make
                             foilization
                      2 number don't lie

The VIEW, HAPPENING, LEAF

                The VIEW
Try to see the view in the field
to witnes the weird
too happy as can be
go on hand to prepare for the worst
   as peppered by rocks
and whipped by sticks
that is whats happing in my head

               The HAPPENING
How cruel they are to put someone down
to praise the worst and blame the best
I cant see the future
but I can relate to the past
        p.s.(this is about bullies)


                   The  LEAF
       as a tree hold a leaf
can be loose in time
trying to loosen off the tree
and caught by the wind
falling down to the ground
until  it hits the ground
it looses life as a leaf

My poems.

Can't see the forced hands upon my eyes
Truth cannot be touched by a living Animal
But ways to get over the fight
inside of me
can result in misery.



My battered bones crushed from a heavy weight
cannot be replaced by a single toothpick
Not a single person knows the way I think
I can't show my sorrows expression
to endredful pain in my chest



Trying to talk with gesture
from my hands to toes
can't prove a message that I'm not prepared.