John's Poetry
Poetry written by John Henry Galas, a man with Asperger's Syndrome.
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Monday, January 27, 2014
Every time
Every time I look at your picture,
Every time I look at your legs,
Every time I see your smile,
Every time I think of joy and laughter,
Every time I think of you,
It makes me feel closer to you.
And love you that much more.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Alone
I am a weary warrior.
I fight and fight
Going against the grain.
But yet it is harder and harder a to stand.
My shield is strong, but weathered.
I walk for miles in a wasteland
Attacked by pests.
I am alone.
I do not need a medal,
I do not need your empty pity.
I need a companion who understands my journey,
And is forever my friend.
Persistence
As I wait for my time,
I am stuck in my hole.
I desire to stand up and fly.
I desire to try and succeed.
But all I get is excuses,
Reasons to give up,
Reasons to conform
Not to make me better
But to stop me from growing.
Yet I want to fight.
To keep running.
If I stop my progress
I stop living.
I want that reward,
And I know it cannot be given on a silver platter.
I fight on,
Fair, wise, and intense.
I do not ask for respect, praise, or notoriety.
I ask for a chance to show why I do deserve it.
Sweet Girl in the Meadow
As we go to the natural carpet of green,
I enjoy being with my beautiful friend.
As I see the flowers,
I witness you as the shining star that centers around the planet of petals.
As take a whiff of your perfume as I touch tour cheek,
I smell the crisp fresh air.
As I hear your voice,
I hear the chirping of the birds singing their lovely tune.
You are not just one with nature,
You are its better.
Friday, January 24, 2014
I Miss You
The days apart feel like years.
The distance is like the ultimate marathon.
My memories are like a rose,
Both its silk pedals and sharp thorns.
I have no way to reach thy sweet princess.
My dreams are the only link to togetherness.
My hope,
That the dream comes true soon.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Fun
The world is too droll.
We lack creativity,
Replace it with protocol.
We look to alter our language and thoughts so we do not offend.
We do not have passion when we do good,
We make it obsolete when we love.
We are becoming a world of Vulcans.
We need to have fun.
To laugh,
To play.
We need to give a hug and kiss.
We need to joke.
Most importantly,
We need to care.
Success
A goal cannot come to your doorstep.
It has to be acquired,
It has to be refined,
It has to be tempered like steel.
It needs to be strong,
It has to stand out.
It has to be something that will show history your progress.
When the books soon come,
Thy will see you as you see yourself.
A winner.
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