The Art Is What Sets Him Free
An autistic art,
An autistic show.
Hidden from the world below.
In privacy they do shine.
But that is just not enough.
A justification to verbally assault a mere child.
Their can be no such.
He's no different.
He needs the loving light.
Guidance to overcome demons faced.
Guidance to overcome demons embraced.
This is who I am.
This is magical kingdom your welcome to join.
No need to imprison him.
Putting him under a backwards white coat won't fix him.
Nor will a dose of tranquilizers.
Yes he is considered among the mentally ill.
But only because we don't understand.
Limited minds, have limited reasoning.
We can't handle the fits.
The absolute tantrums.
This child is broken.
Lock him away and throw away the key.
That is something that can never be.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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An Ode to the Autistic Child
An Ode to the Autistic Child
By
Ross Dix-Peek
I care not for what you wish.
I am a planet unto my own.
To you I am strange.
But, you cannot see my world.
In your world, you are limited.
In mine, I am “King”,
Where effulgent stars know no bounds,
And my dreams no limitations.
Think not of my body,
For it does not define who I am.
No, look into my eyes,
For that is the very window to my soul.
To you I am lost,
Needing to be found.
But, while you seek me,
I am at play…
In a world where sunshine is my constant companion,
Where “limitation”is but a word, and joyous freedom a reality,
Where “Peter Pan”, “Winnie the Pooh” and “Barney” are my dearest friends,
Where I am “Superman”, and the world a mere speck in the distance.
Instead of searching for me,
Why, my friend, don’t you join me?
For it is then, and only then, that you will find me!
For it is then, and only then, … that you will know me!
(This Poem was written in tribute to the wonderful children of “Stepping Stones” School, situated near Kilcloon, County Meath, Ireland. These are merely the thoughts of an ordinary layman and should be interpreted thus!)
poem by Ross DixPeek
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Overcome
even now the world is bleedin' but feelin' just fine all numb
in our castle where we're always free to choose never free enough
to find i wish somethin' would break cuz we're runnin' out of time
and i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcome
these women in the street pullin' out their hair my master's
in the yard givin' light to the unaware this plastic little place
is just a step amongst the stairs
and i am overcome i am overcome baby holy water in my lungs i am overcome
so drive me out out to that open field turn the ignition off
and spin around your help is here but i'm parked in this open space
blockin' the gates of love
i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcomed
beautiful drowning this beautiful drowning this holy water
this holy water is in my lungs
and i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome
song performed by by Live from V
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The Self-righteous People In This World
it is indeed
disappointing how other persons
who claim to know what love and care is, preach
and dictate us, humans as we are
on the same category, humans too as they are,
he is,
and like me, all limited minds,
what to love, how to love, and when,
'to be more loving,
kinder' or
'change for the better'
haven't they looked at themselves how in this manner
they have caused so much disappointment on the other
who knows himself much better than all these loving, kinder,
self-righteous wolves-in-sheep-clothing
animals
in fact, they have become my own demons.
How unfair
how sad!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guidance
When I walk.
Which path do I follow?
Who will tell me?
The high road or low.
Who do I ask?
What is right
or will be wrong?
Who will be my sight?
When times grow hard
and temptations abound.
Who will show me
safe detour around?
Guidance I seek.
To whom can I turn?
From what wise sage
wisdom can I learn?
That truth I chase
so often elusive.
Frustration abounds
to the point of abusive.
So many times
my efforts are checked
by demons of doubt and fear.
Still I shall not be deterred.
The path of truth
the only way I seek.
With guidance it I shall find.
No longer must I be weak.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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A Broken Child
A broken child hides at night.
A broken child cries in fright.
A broken child hides the bruise.
A broken child is pushed and refused.
A broken child always with heartache.
A broken child who cannot fake.
A broken child who has no treasure.
A broken child used for sinful pleasure.
A broken child is so scared.
A broken child has no faith to bare.
A broken child lost in dispair.
I am the broken child, the one that no one cares.
poem by Haley Brown
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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A Place To Stay In Your Head
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
Or at least learn how to duck,
From the blows of their punches.
There is something about getting hit,
Helps to assist your feelings of acceptance.
You say it's from a bad suffering,
From the absence of good luck!
That keeps you securely fixed to muck.
And me you believe,
Ignore reality to bask in a world of fantasy.
You wont hear my demons laughing.
They struggle with me right now,
To have my mind accept your philosophy!
My demons come to tease.
But the getting on my knees has been done.
At an expense I am still fighting to overcome.
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
They enjoy the fact you see yourself in a rut.
And when you decide to shut them up...
They become offended.
And since they know you will continue,
To protect them with excuses...
They know they have a place to stay in your head,
Without a fear you will abandom them.
'You think you know so much! '
Tell your demons to shut up.
'THAT'...
I do know,
Will eventually work to 'your' benefit.
'You make me sick.'
No!
You make 'you' sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Save Me
Save me from this beastial path.
So for eternity I'll not feel Gods infernal wrath.
I've done much wrong and hurt some souls.
Please help me through with guidance strong,
to meet good ends and pay my tolls.
I want you here to show me how,
to handle strife that kills us now.
To overcome and have great pride.
To show to all I need not be snide.
Save me in this time so hard.
I want to be what I once was.
A caring fellow with enormous charm.
Please save me now your heart is true.
The one I trust is only you.
You're pure of heart and intention too.
Who better to teach than precious you.
poem by Michael McParland
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seeking Antidotes
It is all so irrelevant.
Your choice to vent,
With the consent of those...
Just as limited.
And this you show,
With a witlessness exposed?
Many tactics used,
Still proves you are confined.
You wish to keep your mind defined,
By a reactionary disposition.
And these are not those times...
To pamper or please,
The spoiled tantrums of a crazed child.
There are too many seeking antidotes,
To cure and heal from this plague.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem for Tommy Munos
when i was a child
i felt the same like tommy
but thirty years down the road
i longed to tell that child
thank god it was me
who went through it all
the loneliness, despair,
rejections
they were all worth it
now as the child in me listens
i get the boost of pride
that i have grown, matured
that the child that once cried out
has been tamed
tugged into that corner
he could sleep well
a corner where he could watch
how I tackle each predicardment
with god's guidance and life experience
that god gives challenges to
only deserving ones
so that they could be strong
so that they could
to be able to tell their children
who will face the same predicardment
it is all worth it
that they make them a better person
to write better poetry
and someone others would listen to
one day for guidance
think about christ
(how shameful we even
talk about suffering and death
when christ did not even
complain about his greater plight)
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Overcome
overcome your faults
overcome your weaknesses
overcome your sadness
overcome your sorrow
overcome everything and you are my hero
poem by Brandi Reissig
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Broken child
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has seen more than his young eyes should.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who would run away from it all if he could.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has been ravished by the likes of you and I.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child with to much pride to cry.
I see the face off a broken child.
a child who fights off anyone who cares.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wishes his mother was there.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wont let his hardships keep him down.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who refuses to give up and reveal a frown.
poem by Joshua Reid
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We Truly Need The Light
With this world around us becoming darker we truly need The Light,
Too many people struggle in the darkness hindered by limited sight.
The sun illuminates our life on earth guiding us into day from night,
But The Morning Star will shine forever while being eternally bright.
The moon will soon darken and the sun won't have its light to send,
However, from His throne in Heaven Christ's Light shall never end.
Today in this darker world His Light is desperately needed my friend,
But just like His own, He's the light that many men can't comprehend.
In the annals of time you do see conflict throughout history's pages,
Wherever righteousness takes a stand, wickedness unceasingly rages.
All involved shall be accountable as sin must indeed pay its wages,
But God has been a rock for the righteous down through all the ages.
With the worlds darkness all around us we need the Light of His Love,
And we need His Mercy to surround us with His guidance from above.
When confronted by the enemy and the proverbial push come to shove,
God answers with the perfect solution that fits like a hand in glove.
Perfect truth comes from our sustainer, the Lord God of all creation,
And He sent to us the perfect prophet with His ultimate revelation.
Rejected by His own that day, today His message is to every nation,
And to all who believe His message He offers God's gift of Salvation.
Small Minds!
small minds
create small gods,
limited thought,
limited expression.
lack of commitment,
limited responsibility,
passes the blame
to untouchable judgement.
a small bird
thought he was an eagle,
till the eagle came,
and killed him in flight!
we worship our fears
out of convenience,
drunkenly beat our chest
with talons of repentence.
small minds,
see only black and white...
never tasting, never knowing,
the color and the sound!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Evil is the shadow of angel. Just as there are angels of light, support, guidance, healing and defense, so we have experiences of shadow angels. And we have names for them: racism, sexism, homophobia are all demons - but they're not out there.
quote by Matthew Fox
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(Comparison Poem) As A Child
As a child I was picked on, tortured, and humiliated
A outcast of the worst sort.
A child who had no voice of his own
No say
No reason to celebrate
Yet I did every day
As a child I didn't know the way
As I don't even now
No guidance has ever been just given to me
I had to search for it to be found
Even now I prefer living alone
Over the fairytale home
As a child I failed
I dropped out of school
Only to work in a factory
No It wasn't to be cool
I didn't have choice
For my back was to be broken
And food needed to be put on the table
If not me, who would
Protecting my family as one should
As child I dreamed of the stars
Now I dream of the different
An alternate existence
One unknown
Something to just let me get by for the rest of life
As a child I thought I knew of love
Now I'm still searching for it
Like a dog after his favorite bone
I have my passions
Some would say their nothing more then dressed up fashions
But they are mine
And nobody can take them away from me
As I child I wanted be rich
Now I see fortune and fame as nothing more then a game
People play
People go
And people stay
For one discovers many hidden talents
In desperate times
I rather do something I love
Then love something I have
As a child I had very little friends
And now I have even less
None dependable as they use to be
Most want something from me.
It so hard to say sorry I just don't got any
As a child I was mild
Now I'm even more layed back.
Haven't got into a physical fight years
If it comes to that I'll just disappear
When whom ever is near
Avoidance above confrontation
A coward I'm not
For if it can be defused
I will give it all I got
Those I love are the only ones i'll fight for
It is as I was a child
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Teachers Day 9th March 2011
The world is a studio, teachers with tools stand
Music, drama and art in her gentle but strong hands
Variable quality designs, her work she begins.
As she fashions the little minds the best to bring.
Guidance a goal to reach the highest grade.
Her tiring efforts that in the child’s mind is laid.
Exploring the land, sea and water to understand
Its vastness its resources of this wonderland.
A child's shining star with goodgrace she leads.
To rise above every fall and pay very little heed.
Braving the tidal waves and life’s emotional stress.
To comprehend the journey and make it the best.
Their work can never be judged or ever compared.
As the effort is so special and still not be spared.
Through the eyes of a child, and the fragrance of love.
Teachers are their richest of God’s gift from above!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Angels and Demons
angels and demons are special adversaries
of God perfect creation; they are the stairway
and ladder of man’s salvation
in every deep prayer angels and demons
becomes the agent of change of every faith,
making them the wind that blows our mutual
Communication with God
understanding the nature would mean, a
beginning to know that eternity is something
a special place or a state of life, which the
teaching of the church called it heaven
angels and demons is the pathways where,
souls has come to see the light, beyond the
darkness memory of our destiny
angels and demons birth the salvation of what
the promise of Adam and Eve in the garden
of paradise; the same nature coupled with equal
immunity with different disguise and personality
tempting the weaknesses of man
the revelation of God's altenative, created to thy
glory of God, to test human loyalty and obedient
of thy holy name in the kingdom to come
grant thy existence of angels and demons, as part
of the master plan of salvation, for thy majesty
comes in a shinning armor to judge the living and
the dead, for each one will be judge according to
thy action
let then the intersession of angels to cast out the
demons living in our midst and may the kingdom
of the Lord God lives in our souls
poem by Antonio Liao
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