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Echoes Of Difference - with Sky_dancer
Empty moral standards
Look upon our difference
Try to quell our growth
They fear intelligence
Reacting through ignorance
We don't need a cure
Don't need fixin'
We're not disabled
In your broken world
We are not corrupted
Just think in a linear focused way
Shutting out the world
So we understand our surroundings
A little better a little clearer
Shut it out
Shut the door
Shut our mouths
Say no more
Explaining is exhausting
Thought of as a misfired creation
Could we be Frankenstein’s monster
The ugly side of perfection
A stone rather than a diamond
Pebbles to be gathered in a box
Mixed messages
Mixed metaphors
Mixed reviews
Mixed up? not us.
The world looms larger
A noise a texture a taste
Can send us spinning
Disorientation is nothing new
When information not processed
Hard to figure
Apparently
But we love clearly
Plain to see
Gripped by obsessions
Addictions that might seem strange
The urge can be insane
When control is lost
Inside our new interest
All or nothin'
Love it hate
Broken hearted
Easily shattered
On creation’s production line
We slipped past quality control
They think we are imperfect
But we are more perfect
Than they no or understand
Stimming comforts
Pain can soothe
Words can sometimes
Slice like knives
Hands tightly clasped
Eyes lowered
Mind in constant turmoil
Body living back and forward
Shows our stress
Didn't make the mark
A missing piece
But you couldn't see
We were there
All along
We try so hard to love
Seeing it from a different view
Taking it to higher levels too quickly
Or not quickly enough
But we have the same heart
A galaxy of ideas
Sifting through them
Choosing one star
To focus on
The icy depths
Of a computerised brain
The true warmth
Of an innocent heart
The glaring dilemma
Too much
Too soon
Too often
Not enough
No signs
The inner compass spinning
Unclear direction
No wonder we don’t fit
When there’s no map
Imperfect gemstone
No one wanted
Gathered value
Over time
Avoidance is our curse
The eyes the face
The noise the crowds
We would stick our head in the sand
If it meant we control the situation
Hyperfocused,
Single-minded,
Perfect focus,
Honing in.
Could be burnt at the stake for heresy
For having the mark of the devil
Bring the witchdoctor, the priest
Exorcise the demon
Till cleansed of the affliction
The lies they tell
To themselves and us
Blinded by views
Of who we ought to be
They're missing pieces
Look upon our difference
Try to quell our growth
They fear intelligence
Reacting through ignorance
We don't need a cure
Don't need fixin'
We're not disabled
In your broken world
We are not corrupted
Just think in a linear focused way
Shutting out the world
So we understand our surroundings
A little better a little clearer
Shut it out
Shut the door
Shut our mouths
Say no more
Explaining is exhausting
Thought of as a misfired creation
Could we be Frankenstein’s monster
The ugly side of perfection
A stone rather than a diamond
Pebbles to be gathered in a box
Mixed messages
Mixed metaphors
Mixed reviews
Mixed up? not us.
The world looms larger
A noise a texture a taste
Can send us spinning
Disorientation is nothing new
When information not processed
Hard to figure
Apparently
But we love clearly
Plain to see
Gripped by obsessions
Addictions that might seem strange
The urge can be insane
When control is lost
Inside our new interest
All or nothin'
Love it hate
Broken hearted
Easily shattered
On creation’s production line
We slipped past quality control
They think we are imperfect
But we are more perfect
Than they no or understand
Stimming comforts
Pain can soothe
Words can sometimes
Slice like knives
Hands tightly clasped
Eyes lowered
Mind in constant turmoil
Body living back and forward
Shows our stress
Didn't make the mark
A missing piece
But you couldn't see
We were there
All along
We try so hard to love
Seeing it from a different view
Taking it to higher levels too quickly
Or not quickly enough
But we have the same heart
A galaxy of ideas
Sifting through them
Choosing one star
To focus on
The icy depths
Of a computerised brain
The true warmth
Of an innocent heart
The glaring dilemma
Too much
Too soon
Too often
Not enough
No signs
The inner compass spinning
Unclear direction
No wonder we don’t fit
When there’s no map
Imperfect gemstone
No one wanted
Gathered value
Over time
Avoidance is our curse
The eyes the face
The noise the crowds
We would stick our head in the sand
If it meant we control the situation
Hyperfocused,
Single-minded,
Perfect focus,
Honing in.
Could be burnt at the stake for heresy
For having the mark of the devil
Bring the witchdoctor, the priest
Exorcise the demon
Till cleansed of the affliction
The lies they tell
To themselves and us
Blinded by views
Of who we ought to be
They're missing pieces
Published 14th Apr 2019
Author's Note
As it is Autism Awareness Month, Sky and myself have done this piece highlighting the differences under the label, it is assumed we all have the same traits affecting us the same way, as you read this you will sense a difference in the way each of us see out condition, hence the italics , this is the echo of difference
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14th Apr 2019 11:08am
Really love this. Both of you sent a strong message and wrote a great poem. Great ink.
14th Apr 2019 12:00pm
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14th Apr 2019 1:54pm
7th Apr 2022 4:31am
Lovely and truly inspiring work! You two really were wonderful collaborators... I'm jealous... as I am unable to collaborate this well, no matter how hard I try..
Lol
Great bumped piece.
🌹
Lol
Great bumped piece.
🌹
Give yourself credit
that last collaboration we did
was great
get over your self criticism
honey we were bar swtting lol
that last collaboration we did
was great
get over your self criticism
honey we were bar swtting lol
7th Apr 2022 4:38am
