Weird World

This world is really painfully weird

I am torn between my experiences
Good and beratedly bad
And sometimes I wonder
If this world is skewed
Answering my words
Analyzing my query
The world replies
Actually that answer
Is for people who are neurotypical
The world works, the world revolves
At their commands
According to their needs
And the weird world
And really strange people
Are the normal ones?
And what about others?
Should we keep quiet?
As this weird painful world goes on.

Growth

energy it needs
learning and doing
picking a goal
working to get it
quite difficult at first
winning as a right
when working so hard
trying to quit all fear
reaching your obstacle
figuring out how
deciding to tackle
the biggest battle
I embrace the challenge
I welcome the growth.

another ant another goal

ants work and work
and I work and work
and enigma our lives remain
all this work and bustle
what for? I ask
ants are too insignificant
and what ability got ants
to change this world?
they answer we have force
enormous in numbers
what ignoramus I am?
they are unroped and unfettered
and so tiny a power
and amass when they do
bring all to a stop
angry and totally a swarm to answer
ants are totally a power to behold.

the mini

i would imagine for me
my voice got very portable
when an answer is needed
an answer will be given
tonight i must try it
tonight i begin my work
the mini works best
for vision like mine.

Effort and tangible results

The work and its results
Are directly related to
The deal I make sanely
To the effort I will make
Real work or foggy brain?
Real attention, fantastic work
Foggy brain and I get no work
Decide, but not my choosing
Decision out of my hands
And in an instant I fall prey
And I never stand a chance
As I never gained control
Whether I would really work
Or would I still be in a fog.

Allow me calmness

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When rage overcomes me

I abhor the behavior

That my aberrant body

Wreaks on my family and home

That my fast anger gets better of me

Only anger is a tall order to follow

Only listless is my control on myself

I see red and lick shooting flames

Anger consumes me, not listening

To reason or pleas for calm

Would that I could, I would change

I hate when anger consumes me

I prefer to smile

I prefer to stay calm. 

Ps. We are listening.

The presumption is

You speak, you are smart

That when you don't,

Then you tease societies

Ideas of what intelligence

Really should feel like,

But can they totally ignore?

The bodies, minds and ears

So attuned to the world

So afraid to be hurt

That are listening

That are watching

Through covered ears

And peripheral eyes

So be careful with your words

We know more than you think.