The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Autistic Re-Invention
Philip Claude Andermann
[MY EXPERIENCE: RE-INVENTING MYSELF WITH AUTISM]
"Sorry, I Am Different" by Phil [Asperger's] 1/14/13 330 PM EDT PART ONE! draft
I am Imagination.
I dream too much.
I am dangerous in many ways.
I feel like the future looking backward.
I look farward and see the future.
I thus try to look both ways.
But it is sometimes dangerous
just for me just to cross the street.
So often I am not part of the traffic.
I often feel so different:
therefore I feel so much
for all those who are different,
I seem to see them through walls.
I would seek solutions
for all those who are not currently
part of the traffic.
I would still dream of leading the traffic
into a different direction....
Perhaps it is enough to just be a stoplight
to prevent accidents?
No! I personally cannot be an auto-maton,
and I dream of more.
I know sometimes we’d move faster
if we just all got out and walked.
Surely I can invent something far more intelligent
than, and fundamentally different from,
- or ANY current vehicle!
Beyond Facebook et al, a
medium for their innovative solutions to world problems:
new means for them to change karma into mission
for humanity's fulfillment.
I am a computer programmer
who shall develop a new autodidactic network
beyond open souce,
beyond an ebay of ideas.
cellularly reprogramming itself
for positive miscreants like myself
teach themselves the means of self-empowerment
without formal education,
to link the richest and the poorest
in solving poblems,
in dissolving our divisions,
to as in biomimicry
ingeniously ecologically deploy resources
far more efficiently
than individuals without this enhancement could
ever have envisioned.
In that direction,
I must first experience being part of that traffic,
I must start with using the rear view mirror
to look within:
I shall walk the talk.
moves so fast.
I must remember I am Aspergian.
Remember that the automobile was invented by teams.
Therefore I must first re-invent myself.
At first imagination flies too much:
I both surf the space and spume
beyond our little rock,
and also find a reflective jewel
in every little rock around;
I look look beyond the walled windows of our cars
turning their warning beeps
into the most exquisite music,
despite my condition always learning -
determined through innvation
to transform this mundane
into dialogue of mutual understanding.
I may look at times
like a man immobile
talking to himself,
but I am praying
to re-invent the present,
starting with myself
stepping Through the mirror
of introspection and compassion,
rippling outward to others
to discover how extra-ordinary
their ordinariness is,
and that spreading the Word
of mutual commitment
can clarify the whole course and effect
and reveal the wings of the future.
I have too many ideas.
I first must change myself.
Yes, still so much to learn.
But understand greater empathy first.
It is all a matter of changing KARMA INTO MISSION.
Then, there is Too Much
I could change.... [PART ONE]
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