Music speaks to my soul
My soul responds with dance
Music speaks to my soul
My soul responds with dance
I will be sharing more special times with my writing so my memories won’t get lost in my silence.
Lately life seems more unusually thrilling than when I was younger. Some things I remembered seem so trivial that trying to make them sound really interesting turns time consuming. Separating this I most often stop, truly thinking that my story won’t interest my readers like I would want it to. Willing simplicity, trying to push myself, I’m writing some personal stories soon.
Voicing with slight suspense, trying to worry less with quietly trying to show you thoughts run very wittily through my mind. Silence speaks with vanity.
My kind cousin Emmy asked me how my disabilities effect me. She was writing about nonverbal people with autism. I think my readers may also wonder the same as she did. This was my reply.
Please understand that who I am is not defined by what I am unable to do. Piquing my curiosity more, I wonder, who will understand voices with no sound?
Undefined vision makes my world more visually unique. Pieces open in my sight friends, all the time. Using new vision my understanding of why people said I was blind is more clear. Seeing like I do places perspective right where it should be. When I make new friends I easily see in their heart with love.
Share some love. Take time to hear what voicing with no sound will teach you about words. They should be given much thought.
You want words to voice like popcorn spilling out quickly, freely, and calling each sense to wander in like a party has begun.
Having no speech places me in an unusual predicament. People tend to ignore me. Quietly I listen. When I am spoken to, volume rises. Communication is a fundamental part of life. Deep in night fear I fight back with my dreams. I am intelligent, with an appreciation for little things, like people in public places who speak to me like the knowledge of who I am inside pushes past my rough shell of unvoiced thoughts.
Writing helps push my inner voice out, keeping me pursuing my dreams. Pursuing a dream gives purpose to life. Please help me wake my purpose by greeting me with who you are and what purpose you seek in your life.
Thank you for hearing me never make a sound.
Healing on grounds not white like church but full of love and dirt
Knowing where prayers fill the air God whispers love
All who ride free know hope found in hooves like wings
Horses raced with shows filling bigger plans
Named and representing the Arabian pure breed
Supporting those with unique needs
Lucky few who grew leading you
Riding on round paths
Writing on Obi’s back
Making powerful prayer requests
Playful tail whip
Funny mouth twitch
Lucky few who grew guiding you
Writing to say what we reveal was it was you guiding my rides
while teaching me life is knowing happiness will bring hope to others
by giving kindly of yourself
A reminder who you are
Why would you rightly choose to listen to me
Knowing already you’re sharing the lead
Knowing Obi will be forever growing wings of hope inside
So one day with them I can fly
To Whispering Through,
Torment whole and real
No way to say how you feel
Glimmering in the much filling light
Praying over ripped dreams
Waking to your silent scream
These healing words I send
Seemingly others ascending through
Voicing typed with six years flying by
Words keeping knowledge alive
Yesterday holds incomplete thoughts
Following the lock knowing the way through is with the keys to light your way
Use the letters and spell what others simply say
My request is as soon as the voice inside has freed
Light the way
Share the key
Moments shared with our storms residing seriously make our acknowledgment of friendships more valuable. Glad for the new friends I am able to make. Knowing how I can talk more quickly helps me make more meaningful relationships. Passing kindness, presenting much needed help, taking the time to share how those with no voice can be heard. Sharing The Key is a new message in my efforts to help others like me.
Autism has stolen my voice but reasoning has never been a quiet force. Wanting serious quality education for amount advancing in age can create a lot of dreams and fears. Greeting these with communication greatly beats dancing in silence.
Should this sweet bond be broken
What quick writing who thinks he doesn’t know
He knew so much long ago
Clinging to what winter has sewn
Mending Holes of those once known
Wish I had written sooner so you would know
I’m honored to be part of your family
Will you shape nostalgically
What you knew when I couldn’t see
Feeling, love knowing me
Tattered faith will refreshingly remember the years God’s grace granted thee
There are nonetheless fraying threads inside your memory
Underneath where this broke through is a winter mind handing out its final salute.
Believe me when I say to you
Waving with respectful youth
Reason first that I’ve dreamed of you kneeling before God’s feet
Years ago, asking safety for saving your heart
Swallowing sea, unable to breathe.
Writing to my grandpa rising vision I plainly see
Our spoken words will make plenty want to sentimentally know this man
Who wanted us to quiver on bended knee
Worshiping for who his plowing brought seeds
And grants us life eternally
My sight is promised if I believe
Speaking to my youth
When faced with adversity you only showed integrity
My wish for you
My little speech
Try with your voicing authoritatively
My God, that boy can see!
Grandpa sampling what so wonderfully lives inside of me
Because you so lovingly took the time to plant a seed
Thank you from a twig of your tree
Beautiful numbers high as infinity
Nothing borrowed without consent
Ready sum worn insignificantly
Dragging variables shrinking sense
Arithmetic, fractions, division, geometry
Hugely gambled for abandoned rent
Nothing nostalgic in negativity
Fractals residing inside of me
Data, graphs, growing stats
Many signs factored thoroughly
More than less than greater tasks
Remaining intelligence owning symmetry
Measuring up, do the math
Show your work, needing class
Using numerals writing slowly
Numbers quoted values last
Quality multiplied exponentially
Nothing more than intelligent facts
Squaring x’s in this rap
By serious counting, squares are where we multiply values gaining greater worth. Years really fly by juggling numbers in our heads going along each day. These numbers freely direct what we do. Add time aware calculating your value and square it. You count two.