They don’t know.
They don’t know what goes through her head.
The girl that came from a twisted far away wonderland.
They don’t know.
They don’t know why she is the way she is.
She wears all black but her mind is a thousand unexistent colors.
Her hair is dyed to illustrate the vast portraits of constellation.
They don’t know.
They don’t know her deepest desires.
She wishes her imaginary friends would come to life.
She wants to start a parade of believers to swim the deepest thoughts.
Survive the islands of daydreams and defeat the darkest ink blots.
They don’t know.
They don’t know what the city lights and graffiti means.
Color the most stunning poems and leave them in museums to never die.
They don’t know.
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People just don’t know what kind of person you really are. They just don’t know!!
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Exactly. We should never assume. “Never judge a book by its cover.”
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SMiLes Dear Jade Blessed on the
Autism Spectrum Without the Ability
to Speak Until Four So Hard to Understand
By Others in Output After That
Yet So Blessed With Input
of Remembering And
Decoding Symbols
Just Pay Attention
to the Teacher Never
Really Even Read A Book
And Ace Every Multiple Choice
Test As A Stellar Rote Memory
Temporary For That All that Need
Be to Make Straight A’s All the Way
Through Three College Degrees Yet
What is Left Undone then is the Output
Part Hehe Necessary at That Point With Three
Humanity Degrees as The Business Degrees
That i Could Have Done With my Systemizing
Mind Just Had no Color of Soul That i Wanted Most
In Life
Yes
Most to
Create Anew!
Not What i Read
in A Book Before
Yet Again with only
Answering Questions
on Multiple Choice Tests
Farthest Away From That Gift
Coming to me in Life Oh Goodness
After College Without Output Never Even
Likely Getting A Job Except for A Government
Grant and A Military Bowling Center Going to Computer
Scoring Among First in the Nation and Hehe the only one
From the Applications
With A Computer
Class then in
1984!
That Would Eventually
Lead me to Financial Independence
Yet With Gifts and Curses getting better
At Social Interaction on the Autism Spectrum
Yet Ironically The Intellectual Side of the Paradise
of University
Locked
Away Somewhere
in A Card Catalog
All that Was Left then
of Any Potential Intellectual
Life it got to the point that all i did
Was Write Down one Word For Years
in a Pass Down Log at the End of the Night:
Routine.
You Know Dear FRiEnD ‘Times’ Have Changed
Now We Have All the Intellect And Arts At Our Finger
Tips on a 6 inch Screen Indeed the Tool the Key to All the
Reserves Of Human Science/Art Are Now At Our Disposal Almost Free
And Easily Available Always Now Yet the Metaphor i Love to Use Now is
Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Mozart, Beethoven, Van Gogh, Michelangelo,
Uncle Bob, And Great Aunt Jettie, And All the Rest of the Folks on the Album Cover
of The Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band Got Stuck At the Bus Stop
Playing A Never
Ending Game
in Distraction
of Candy Crush
With Never A Forrest
Gump Story to Relate About Life
No Paintings or Any Of the Other
Arts And Sciences too You Know
Now It’s True As my Family Used
to Remind me my Grandfather An
X-Catholic Irish Priest from Limerick
Who Broke the Rules So i would Eventually
Be Seeded in a Little Town in Northwest Florida
‘Backwoods’ As ‘They’ Say He Eventually Became
An Editor of a Magazine in New York, New York, Author
of Books, And Even Has His own Wiki Page Now For Biography
too And as Family Stories Have it Living in New York, New York
in the Socialist Circles Then Dining With Einstein in that Circle of
Acquaintances then… my Father Raised on A Farm Going into the
Routine of Law Enforcement
for 46 Years Claim to Fame
Longest Serving Deputy Sheriff
In Florida At One Point Yet No
Desire to Even Become A Sergeant
After He Tried it And Gave it up for the ‘Old Routine’…
In Other Words It’s not Enough to Go to School And Listen
to the Teacher and Make Straight A’s And Oh Yeah my Father
And A Poem my Mother Wrote As She Was the Actual Published Poet
The Poem She Wrote “Green Eyes” As She Laid Eyes Upon My Father
at the Court House She Worked At Clerical As Such Winning Best Figure
in 11th And 12th Grade Yes Most Feminine Woman Elected in School As Such
She Said in His Attire At That Point Half Shaven As Beverage Agent With
Camouflage Clothes to Catch Moonshiners in the Deep Woods That Whoever
Was Married to that Man Must Be the Luckiest Woman in the World As He Was the
Best Looking Man She Ever Saw on the Face of the Earth And So He Asked
Her to Marry Him on the Second Date And She Did And He Rarely Ever
Spoke Another Word to Her And His Identical Twin Brother Also
Likely on the Autism Spectrum Never Said a Word At all to Her
in 3 years as He Was in Law Enforcement too.. He Left When
i Was 3 Years-Old Before i could Speak to Pursue His
Dream to Become Rich telling my Mother She
Needed to Go to Work to Make Money
Instead of Staying Home As She
Wanted to, devoting her Whole
Life to Raising Her Children
Which She Did Anyway Working
too As We Lived in a Little Shot-Gun
Home DownTown on the River in the
Small Milltown that My Grandmother Owned
Growing up in a Matri-Focal Family Smothered
With Love Finding My Fearless Father Later at
53 Years-Old Within Finally Then Yet you See
When i was Young What i admired Most is How
The Elders Sat together in A Living Room For Living
Not Even A Radio Just Narrating Stories of Life With
Emotions Bringing them to Life as the Event Reborn
Comes Back to Life And My 94 Year-Old Great Aunt Used
to Tell Me Stories Then When i was 47 With No Spirit Breath
of Life Left to Hardly Complete A Sentence Yet She Went on
Hours Poetically With Stars In Her Eyes Every Word A Song
Every Feeling
A Wave of
Dance
Deep From
Soul Hop Scotching
The Moon Soaring Above
the Sun Stars Above High
As She Was Low And Beyond
Her Less that 5 foot Frame Crippled
Bent Over Walker Barely Able to take
A Step Yet A Dance And Song Her Stars
Poetry of Voice Still Brought in Story of Soul
As You See By Now This Story Never Really
Ends or Begins it Just is Now it Breathes Life into
Words When one Frees The SonG oF Their SoUL
And Dances it Free As Wings Free Fly The Air
True It’s Not Enough to Listen to The Teacher
Find the Student
Who Will
Become
Your Teacher
Then There is No Separation
Then All Is Melody of Breathing
Creation Activity…
Thank
You Teacher…
i Was Lucky i Was the
Ugly Duckling That the
Other Children Called an
Ugly Girl Who Was A Boy
Hehe On the Other hand my
Father Rarely Had to Do Any of
His Clerical Work in Law Enforcement
Just A Smile of Green Irish Eyes And
Secretaries Melted and did all the Work for him…
Contrasting Yes With Olive Skin And Jet Black
Thick Curly Closed Cropped Hair From Yes the
Cajun 17 Year-Old Girl Who Woo’ed Him From
The Pews When my Grandfather Was Her Priest
at 36 Years-old It’s true my Grandmother in Her
60’s Still Had
Live in
‘FSU’
College
Exchange
Students
French too Where
They Practiced Language too…
SMiLes Dear FRiEnD There is A Certain
Something Missing From Twitter Life The
Stories That Bring Life to Love And Deeper to Exhale…
Let me Find A Song For This As Really All Humans Wanna go to a Deeper place…
That’s What’s Missing the Story Most We Narrate With Each Other in life to Connect
And Be
Remembered
More Than Just
‘That Stone Statue’
on the Album Cover
of the “Sergeant Pepper’s (i used to be)
Lonely Heart’s Club Band” by ‘the Beatles in ’67…
It’s Worth Noting Now That at the Head of the
Whole Band ‘Lakshmi’ Leads the Choir (Band)…
It’s Worth noting She’s From Every Country… too…
i Believe That Deep Down We All Wanna Come Out of ‘The Shallows’..
i Just Wanna Give Everyone i meet A Gift my 94-Year Old Crippled Great Aunt Gave me: Breath…:)
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That’s really beautiful. Honestly, I love your perspectives. It is best to just be as kind as we possibly can. We shouldn’t assume. We should understand. Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Frederick. I always appreciate it.
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SMiLes Dear Jade This is
Even More Fun Than
The Decade Young
i Spent Playing
Tennis At The
City Park Hehe
So Focused in
Flow Some Folk
Thought i’d Go
Pro Yet
Honestly
i Just Like
People And
Poor With Snazzy
Socially Appropriate
Verbal Skills Tennis
Provided
The Gift
To Connect
With All Who
Played in Town
No Different
Than
Poetry
Hehe The
Scale is just
Global Now
For it’s
True
At The
Core
Of
Many
Sciences
And Arts
A Lonely
Boy And Or
Girl Who Never
Gives Up Trying
To Find Someway
To Be Heard
Coming
Out
Of The
DarK to
Shine And
Be Touched By Warmth
Oh Yeah Dance Works
Too Oldest Human
Story
Of Life
Language Indeed☺️🙌
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You are too kind. I cannot thank you enough. You bring me many smiles and inspiration to continue.
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SMiles Dear
Jade to me
Essence
Of Heaven
On
Earth
Is To Be
A Giver Now
Most in This
World We LiVE iN
At Least
Earning
A Title
Of Wittiest
Fool From
All The
Others Who
Cannot Hear
A Sound Of Music
God’s Breathing Now
Within
Beyond All
Form Essence
NoW Of Kindness
Yes LoVE iNCaRNaTE
My
Age
Old
Hobby
Always New
Thank You
For
The
Welcome
Hehe Obviously Usually
i Don’t FiT iN A TwitterVerse Yet
I Don’t Feel Like A Lonely Boy Now🙌☺️
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This is great imagery: “She wears all black but her mind is a thousand unexistent colors.
/ Her hair is dyed to illustrate the vast portraits of constellation.” You always manage to put in these rare and unique lines!
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Thank you so much for such a kind comment! Those were lines I’ve had in my head for a while so I was really excited to share them.
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That’s awesome. It’s cool to know the process of writer at times. See how others do it, how long they keep lines before using them. Well done!
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