A Poem Called "Humanity's Rhetoric"

Humanity's Rhetoric,

by theamazinJ

It's my own rhetoric,
different from your own rhetoric,
different from the rhetoric of the nonautistic, normal condition,
different from American conditional rhetoric
harboring eugenics which is now called genetics,
but different than genetics and science,
different from worldly cultural conditional dominant rhetoric
in the mass media,
and the less accepted rhetoric I have known on my own
and what I learn recently
and try to communicate
is a part of a unique different rhetoric
affixed to complete,
affixed to infinitely affinity to yours and yours,
but it's still different and unaccepted rhetoric
from the dominant discourse
many in the mass media,
many in politics,
and many of the lay persons even know...
my rhetoric, your rhetoric,
it's all about being the human being
we all were born as,
it's all about being the conditions
everyone wants to live by,
rhetoric of rhetoricity,
rhetoric rhetoric rhetoric,
echo it, echo your own,
echo the rhetoric you speak of
like everyone else does
if only to come to an understanding.
I live for my own,
while you live yours,
yours may be the dominant rhetoric,
while I am minority away from the dominant cultures,
embedded in disability culture
within my own body, my own thoughts, and the way I live
even as my own Autistic and stimmy and tic embodiments
experience the world
as part of my humanity
with my own way of centering myself,
with my own way I move,
with my own way of connecting,
with my own way of communicating,
and
with my own way of language
that many may not understand,
that many may not duplicate,
and that many may not know how to communicate,
because the rhetoric is different than yours,
different than theirs and different all around
both of us,
I love you, but the rhetoric is different,
even though the rhetoric we use
is different, but
it's unique to both you and I.
The rhetorics speak for itself,
rhetorics are a part of the human conditions
in the being of being human
in the eternity of time to live.
I love you, but can you understand me
even when I don't understand you,
and does it matter,
because if it mattered
my love for you and the world
would not be anything and everything
to me,
I love you, you and the rhetoric you speak of,
and the rhetoric different from you that I communicate,
but can we gather the ideas from our rhetorics
and finally understand each other,
if only with an open mind
like every other individual speaks
of their own rhetoric
around the world,
otherwise we would not be human.
Amen.

A Poem Called "Passing"

Passing,

by theamazinJ

Disability passes,
I pass to pass through you,
I pass for you to pass you,
I pass for me not for you,
I pass,
I pass to drive,
to drive through the engine of my mind,
what do I want to pass
or what does disability passing mean?
Disability passes through conditions
like a normal or typical condition the majority embraces,
or passing through a condition of their own which is
not respected, relegated, embraced, or acknowledged,
so an individual needs to pass for conditions
a condition that is not normal, a condition that is not typical,
and a condition that utilizes nomenclature not well received.
A nomenclature naming who we want to be,
what we want to represent, and
be the person we embrace in ourselves regardless.
Sometimes passing can be visible
while other times or many times seems too visible or even very invisible.
Passing is something impotent to the nature of who we are,
a way to stream, a way to be, and a way to live.
Passing flourishes everywhere
either all or nothing,
while we get to choose the passing
for something or the passing for nothing,
yet, passing is not really genuinely shiny
nor is it genuinely dark and dreary and cold and silent either,
it is just something we need to do,
we need to be, and we need to feel encouraged to live
no matter what and no matter who and no matter what we live
and how we decide on how to pass.
Passing diversifies all over, it travels, it marks a journey,
no matter what it spreads differences and similarities
whether we pass for a majority condition or not,
passing is a masquerade ball and shines like a prom
it shines like a ball dropping over new year's eve
and collaborates with how an individual
wants to pass,
so pass even without anyone judging or thinking
of judgements,
just pass and
choose the condition you feel most with
and respect the rest no matter what.
It's only what Thou wants and Thou receives as
becoming a part of Thou.

A Poem Called "It"

It,

by theamazinJ

I am It.
Whoever I meet is It.
Everyone is It.
The people we haven't met yet are It.
The people we have met are It.
And, the people we will meet are It, too.
It is a phenomenon we call It.
I am It.
I am the unknown.
I may seem scary with my differences than you,
but I am It and you are It to me,
so to be It is not really a travesty,
not really a catastrophe,
not really a tragedy,
not really a inspiration,
it's not really a frightening,
It's just an anxiety of fears of the unknown.
From anxiety, the It we meet
becomes the enemy the one to be defeated and
the one to be destroyed
because the It takes on what is different
It takes on what is not the same,
and It takes on what we hate to change,
ourselves.
Be It and be the It that can help change the world
in a more positive change we have ever seen before,
and tell the anxiety from the It to Shut up and listen,
since the It is just everyone and everything around us
different than the same,
different than you,
and maybe can change the way you feel,
change the way you experience life,
and feel more power in your heart
to feel the way you can give support to receive everything,
take heart, take your life in your hands,
and grow with It.

A Poem Called "What is ABLE, is UNABLE"

What is ABLE, is UNABLE,

by theamazinJ

ABLE, UNABLE,
DISABLED, you are,
Able you are,
but disabled you are too.
I threw my button through the floor
and found a coin appear in the door.
I am ABLE, but I am DISABLED.
I speak with you with caution,
I speak with my screen I use
with me every day,
I speak with the desktop monitor
to see you, hear you, and understand you.
I use words on Twitter or social media
to learn the concepts you may not get
and listen to what everyone says,
I use Twitter to speak softly, lightly, with brevity.
I use my life to learn every day.
I speak with my voice when I am spoken to,
and I listen with keenness of everything.
I make films and paintings
to express myself even further.
I love nature all of my life,
I love animals more than people,
but I do like people more than anyone can assume.
Able is unable is possible is impossibly amazing,
what is able is also possible is also disabled,
the way we live is the way we give,
the way we give is how much we receive,
and the way we learn is how much we read,
how much we speak even with what we have to use,
everything is good, some things are bad,
but nothing is evil without the purest of bad.
Good is good, life is life,
pulsing through the waves of generations
going pulse pulse pulse,
grabbing the livelihood of your fortune,
and forgetting the depths of your creation.
life is life, able is unable,
when we are all disabled to understand death,
to understand life to the fullest,
and experience the depths of our creations
to understand life of all,
because we are all nature even when
we emerge from our sleep
to wake up to a beautiful day of our own creation.
Life is life, able is unable, and you are disabled.
Disabled feelings in life experiencing our lives
while ability of life grows in the distance,
don't take life for granted.

A Poem called "Dignity of Risk"

Dignity of Risk,

by theamazinJ

I make my choices,
and so do you,
I make my choices,
and they are mine.
My choices are good,
my choices are poor,
but so are yours, either good or poor.
I get to choose
as you choose for your own.
There is a thing called Dignity of Risk,
and everyone gets to decide for themselves.
Regardless of what you say,
regardless of what you think,
and everything that is said,
everything that is done,
and everything that is experienced.
No one can say this, no one can say that,
and everyone gets their way
to do, to say, and experience based on what they feel at the moment.
Self-determination is not radical, it's interdependence, it's life.
When someone has a direction for themselves,
they get to choose, and by choosing they get to live,
and by living,
everyone has their choices to live with their own conditions
that serve them well with their own opinions and what they want to learn,
everyone has their choices to live in inclusion or not,
everyone gets choices to live under their own conditions
independent from your own,
everyone gets to choose because choices make our own decisions.
You may disagree, you may not like what is said,
you may not like why a person was angry,
but you don't have a right to change the person's feelings
to make them feel for what you want them to feel.
Everyone has their own feelings,
everyone has their experiences why they felt they needed to do things,
and no one has a right to cause pain or even more pain for that matter
to anyone
while causing the person suffering or worse to leave.
Everyone has the pain,
the pain of the experiences we live,
the excitement and thrills of every experience we live,
and the many many interactions of people we get to meet every day
if we choose to do so.
It takes guts to live on your own conditions,
it takes guts to reject yours and yours and yours,
and never look back to what yours and yours and yours of every thought was,
in the end,
because in the end,
the only conditions you can choose to live
is your own.
It's your own because it's the way you get to choose for yourself,
no one has rights over anyone,
in their own right mind.
It's important because it's called responsibility.
Your own right mind is the right mind of the person living it in their own body
with their own mind that the person gets to choose no matter what.
On this new year approaching,
the mind is bolder, the body is intense, and the spirit is more golden,
because everyone gets to choose,
whether anyone else likes that or not,
and everyone gets to make their own mistakes,
and everyone gets to decide at the moment what is right for them.
You and you and you, even decided things that was poor or poorer too,
and everyone still likes to tell even more so,
but it really is up to the person, the individual, the citizen living in this world,
who gets to choose what is right for them.
Don't get angry, don't get sad, just be happy for your own life,
your own conditions you choose, and stop paying attention to other conditions.
Self-determination beholds the gate to open and the door
to the extraordinaire of our genre of fate,
and our genre of the life we get to live
to the destiny we leave with at the end years and years later.
Amen.

A Poem called "Anxiety Says"

Anxiety says,

(TRIGGER Warning: what anxiety says is not what I am saying, it's justthe words we all hear anxiety say to all of us around)

by theamazinJ

Anxiety says 'Go Fuck off'
Anxiety says 'I am stupid SOB'
Anxiety says 'Shut your fucking trap'
Anxiety says 'ASSHOLE'
Anxiety says 'Go Stick it up your ASS and hang from a tree'
Anxiety says 'You're a dirty rotten piece of shit'
Anxiety says 'I am brainless'
Anxiety says even 'SHUT YOUR MOUTH and Just live'
Anxiety says all sorts of things
Anxiety says this, it even says that, and even says to 'GROW LIKE an ONION'
Anxiety is weird
Anxiety even has a name:
Anxiety is Klong, Klong is Anxiety.
Anxiety is real, but very fake in every way shape and form,
Anxiety says too much stuff that get in the way,
it can be like a person, only from our experiences that revert it back into our heads,
it makes you curse, it makes you angry, and it makes you feel like you need to explode.
Anxiety traps you,
it sedates you,
it even paralyzes you into a box in a thing from the past.

Well, Anxiety is real, and it can be really really scary,
If you get caught in the net,
you can be trapped endlessly forever,
if you don't know how to escape the nestiness of it's trap.
Anxiety says this and anxiety says that,
it even isolates individuals from the very people closest in their life
from family, friends, and so many others.
Anxiety is a trap,
a very deadly trap,
it infuriates,
it angers,
and can cause confusion of what is real and what is what is not
if you cannot get a grip on reality,
otherwise,
anxiety can be a fuel to get things going,
it can be the thing you need to burst out into the world
as a happy, well rounded, and open person to everyone and anyone,
it does not have to be negative, it can be VERY POSITIVE,
Anxiety is only an illness if you make it one yourself,
instead, anxiety can be a rainbow of beauty and a joyful adventure if you allow it
by engraving your mind in the focus on the positive
and adrenaline to produce positive events, productions, and interactions with people.

Life can be dreamy and it can be very real and happy,
of it can be a nightmare out of it's control without living any ounce of what you can do,
Anxiety is real and it is very very necessary,
and sometimes you just need to put the anxiety away
away for quite sometime until you reach your potential you've always wanted and success.
Anxiety can be a dream or it can be reality,
we need to accept it as reality no matter what which and way
cause anxiety can be a positive catalyst toward success in the reality everyone lives
or
it can be a negative spiraling trap encasing us out of reality.
Life is beautiful,
life is joyful,
Don't let things become trapped before it's too late,
and if it's too late, there is help you can get,
it can make us angry, it can make us furious, it can create fiery fumes,
but in reality, that's only if we can't see the beautiful colors, hear the wonderful sounds,
and make fabulous crowds from the productive creations we made
when we think just think positive.
Finding niche, finding the habitat, and most importantly keep it in place
in a special place where special things happen and positive vibes jammin'
toward the secrets of your success come marchin' in your happenin'

A Poem Called "Burden"

Burden,

by theamazinJ

Am I a burden?
Am I broken?
Am I a problem?
I am leading my own life.
I am a director of my own services.
I am doing whatever I can for myself.
I am trying to feel whole
even with too many see me as broken.
Many people look at me
with dismay and horror
because I seem different,
well, Hello, I am different,
I am disabled, I am Autistic,
I am the person I am,
the way I was born to be,
and most importantly
no one can interpret me
as a burden,
as broken,
as a problem that needs to be fixed.
I am very caring and loving,
I have a mind that is beautiful,
I have a heart filled with gold,
I have a soul as old as the world itself,
but a burden? A real burden cause you see me as different?
A burden because I am disabled?
As disabled as many people in this society are,
belonging to the largest minority group
that grows and grows every day,
where our society does not accept
and our society just wants to fix for their own judgements
and their own way of creating a social construct
and their own way of editing the human race
as if we are not already a person
as if we are not already living
like none of us can make the right decisions
and especially if the person is disabled
like disability means the person is automatically incompetent,
and the disability really is not a part of the culture of humanity,
the human spectrum is strong,
the human spectrum is a wide array of differences and disabilities,
yet, no one wants to say it the way it is,
everyone rather euphemistically
use words like differently abled, alternately abled, special, and
stare at people who are different
as though the person is really a burden,
is really a problem, and really needs to be fixed and
constructed with the universal domestication.
Humanity is a spectrum.
Humanity is real.
Humanity has free will.
Humanity has our own minds.
We are in the human race for a reason in order to reason, question, and analyze.
I am a director of my own services, a boss, and leading my own
because I'm equipped with the mind I was born with,
no one was born with my mind,
they were born with their own,
and from that, the experiences they lived with their own mind all along.
And, to someday, we all have the choice if we choose to find a partner
and from that we all have the choice if we choose to make our own family
and from that we decide to teach our own or other children what we know
and what we want our children to know.
Someday I hope to be a husband, a father, a uncle, and eventually a grandfather
and even more so if possible, a great grandfather
teaching wisdom and teachings to children of my own.
I am 38 years old now.
Being a husband, a father, a uncle, a grandfather, and a great grandfather
takes great responsibility and integrity and partnership and how much you want it
regardless who you partner with and why you partner with the person you want to be with.
Some people don't want that and are pleased with themselves
living by themselves,
and the love we have is to treat every person with dignity,
not as a burden, not as broken, and without the entitled feelings
that someone may feel insulted, rejected, and hurt
if their child does not do exactly what they want
and exactly how they wanted their child to be based on their own ideas.
We have 2 choices:
Live with entitled pride and ignorance and cynicism.
or Live with humility and wisdom and a open mind.
We are not a burden.
Everyone is a human being.
Everyone needs to understand each other.
Everyone is whole.
We pray. Every morning and every night.
And, we pray for parents, we pray for siblings, we pray for ourselves,
we pray to be whole,
and we pray for understanding and acceptance.
Prayer is just a statement of what we want and nothing more.