Poem #18: "An Ocean of Change"

"An Ocean of Change"

Change
May devastate
And engage
The gears
For turmoil
Through rhythm
And motion.

Newly accustomed
With me
We dance
With passion
Routinely
Through darkness,
Enraptured,
A motion of change.

Befriending
With torture
And fear
And regret,
Unsettled the scenes
For which I'm not set.
I regress
To my dreamworld,
An ocean of change.

These cycles,
Their rhythms,
Programs of old,
Foundations
Are shaken,
No longer sold.
Old rhythms are broken,
Old dances -- renewed,
All traces -- forgotten,
To brighten the mood.

Change
May devastate
But in its power,
It will engage
The hearts
Of many
For refreshment,
A motion, a notion,
An ocean of change.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written October 2012.

Poem #17: "our language is sacred"

This poem explains my views about autism.

"our language is sacred"

to those who don't understand

we live in a world of sound

our thoughts merge deeply

with the rhythms of nature

unbound

to those who don't understand

our sounds and our rhythms,

our thoughts become rhymes

and our language is sacred

defined

to those who don't understand

we may get angry, yes, we may cry

but what else can we do, when

we walk among sharp fragments of our

memories?

and what should we do

to conform to your standards?

or why, even,

when we grasp the transparent

subtleties of our own bleeding hearts,

should we try to speak a foreign mind?

to those who don't understand, just

look and find

you say your words,

clashing in self-isolation

the sounds become an empty shell

from an unknown source

and meaning has fallen out,

lifeless from an awkward

rhythm

we walk through life with diamond shoes,

our glass hearts balanced by

strings of interwoven sounds

kept together through loving

expression

to those who don't understand

we live in different worlds

our eyes are windows to our world

and lenses to yours

maybe you can see it

through our eyes

our transparent systematic emotions

or the immense barrier between

our hearts and minds

our language is sacred

when sounds are woven

carefully into colours,

colours into words,

then sentences and worlds

we speak no isolation,

we form no violence

but we are fragile

when even our own

memories cut so deeply

glass hearts

shattered, diamond shoes

unfitting and awkward

we cry out in our own language

to be safe

our language is sacred

and we are safe within its bounds

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2013.

Poem #16: "Words Can Never Capture"

"Words Can Never Capture"

Define "sunset".
You might say that as the sun slowly hovers down,
it kisses the earth, like an ailing mother
about to pass away
shining golden words of hopeless beauty
bent and glittering in light of inevitable
fading away of honesty and truth.

Define "sunset".
You may say its fractured light
(whilst freely roaming skies of dreamy, abstract thought)
is a subtle reminder that,
in life's toughest stretches,
honesty can never be broken down.

Define "sunset".
You might say that the sun's glass heart
was shattered suddenly,
breaking down its true colors
into colossal seas of pink and violet,
gifting the earth with its tragic stories of new-found love.

Define "sunset".
You might say that it's the culmination
of experiences words can never capture,
envious minds enraptured in an all-encompassing
wonder of stillness.

Define "sunrise".
You might say the sun,
newly born, remembering its prior existence,
begins again to shower the earth
with its golden,
ageless,
spirit.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012.

Poem #15: "look into the fire"

"look into the fire"

look into the fire
see my dreams, burning
admire    its    tranquil    unwavering
       inconsistencies
look into the fire
see my wooden labor slashing swiftly
through hard hours harvested efficiently
and years lined with broken hearts

watch the flames as they spit
spiraling hot minutes, dried salty tears
into the cool, moist grasp of the evening
current

stare into the flames
watch as they dance softly,
their glowing arms extending to the cap,
still longing to reach out and impress
- a true conversation piece
of selfless, loving passion.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012

Poem #14: "The Caged Wolf"

"The Caged Wolf"

I've seen how your darkened past had aged your soul like a caged
wolf, longing for freedom before the harvest moon which would soon
fade away.
I've seen how you'd always run with the wind,
smiling, as if your destination
was always just around the corner.
I've seen how sometimes time seemed to
cut all of your years short--
they would fall away one by one
like how old teeth would sometimes disappear.

I've seen you cry your eyes out
as if you'd play a note but hear no sound,
then lose your ground as lakes of sorrow come quickly
streaming outward to nurture the softened soil below.

Your cold and frail hands,
they play my heart strings,
dancing in all-consuming sonatas of
light, love and inner rage.
My heart would sing to your joys, coy
and sad that you'd soon find yourself
back in your mental cage once again.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012

Poem #13: "Letter to My Mother"

Letter to My Mother

The sky sometimes rains crystalline teardrops,
Its turbulent winds and ice-bullets pelting the soul;
At times then, each thought, each word, each sound just stops
When it hits you that you've just lost part of your whole...

She reached out through her fractured heart
Amidst the haze of questions, asking why
She lost all her means to express and impart
How all her dreams were falling from the sky...

A letter she sent from a tunnel in her soul
To contact me, her second son;
In requiem to times gone past
And memories of long-gone fun.

It connected me and brought me back
Now that same tunnel I pass through
To express emotions I've long packed,
To write her back and say "Hi Mom. I still love you."

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012.

Poem #12: "Whimsical Weather"

Whimsical Weather

The sunrise blooms in Autumn skies,

The leaves are light and frail;

And now, though warm, the weather flies --

Tomorrow, it will hail.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written August 2012.

Poem #11: "Limerick"

Limerick

There once was a man named Jerry.

His face was rather hairy.

The food in his beard

Was worse than we feared!

In fact, it was rather scary.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #10: "The Effects of Simple Words"

The Effects of Simple Words

Hearts
They bond and shine together
Glowing bright with love,
Like living angels, dancing
Joys
They reign on
Slowly showing, deeply growing
Happiness.
Souls
They reach and touch
The hearts of little angels, playing
Silently.

Wonder
Fills the air around me
It consumes my spirit
Pulls me in
And yet the sun
Goes down, their passions
Fading, their smiles
Transforming, their hearts
Start breaking, then I
Am reminded, that

Words
Can sting and seem to ring on
Like the cries of injured angels, slowly
Fading out of sight.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #9: "To the Autistic Child"

To the Autistic Child

to the autistic child
when you look back, did you have fun?
or was your heart burning hotter
than the rays of the sun?

to the autistic child
was your world disconnected?
was there a light inside
that was not resurrected?

to the autistic child
were you sad? were you abused?
did there seem to be an end
to all the times where you were used?

to the autistic child
do you remember me?
the shades of light carved by my face?
you're not blind, but... can you see?

to the autistic child
did you make it through the dark?
did you still find light
when the battle made its mark?

to the autistic child
how small is your cocoon?
is your soul evolving?
will you break free pretty soon?

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #8: "thoughts of a cyclical nature"

thoughts of a cyclical nature

when night turns to morning
morning to day,
evening then night
a cyclical nature
always revolving
and thoughts,
a linear nature
always derived from something

desparation
the easiest way to get control
of your life by someone else.
sometimes to follow your dreams
seems just as dire and absurd
as your chances of finding snow in the desert
- can't do it, or can you?

questioning
reality based from thoughts
always derived from something
a cyclical nature
always revolving
yet in the darkest of nights
there's always a morning,
then day and evening
so you can achieve your dreams
a creative nature
always making new ideas
emotions and desires.
go ahead, follow them.
it will lead you to new heights.

someone says you can't?
well don't take no as an answer.
i say, yes you can.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2011

Poem #7: "Teamwork - the World's Essence Over"

Teamwork - the World's Essence Over

It wasn't how sounds of explosions and gunfire
had always racketed the place.
It wasn't how this was mainly a Muslim country, or
how his bald, Hispanic head vividly reflected the sunshine.
Nor was it his immensely muscular body,
the way he kept a charming smile, or
the way his crucifix elegantly danced within the wind on long days.
What stood out was that his thick, black vest and lightweight garb
said "volunteer" as if to embrace the very meaning of the word.

and

It wasn't how high school was always a tough place to be.
It wasn't how she, an Arab, wore a hijab
and he, with his hair everywhere, never hesitated to help.
It wasn't how she always had trouble deciphering the language
and he sometimes found it somewhat tiring.
What stood out was that, through their efforts,
she'd be free soon,
and getting her degree in Biology.

and

It wasn't how, on his funeral day, the clouds that flew by were shaped like Superman,
or that his dreams were shattered before his bullet-ridden body
could ever hit the ground.
It wasn't how he always thought of his friends in a brighter light
or how, when he was little, he once said to his mom,
"I'm gonna be a hero someday."
What stood out is that, through his mind,
he was always a brilliant inspiration
and his light will never fade.

Through all these bright examples,
Teamwork has always been the world's shining light.
Though hope may sometimes shatter amongst the ruins in the cold...
The tears of the good will water the soil.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2012

Poem #6: "Such a Finite Thing"

Such a Finite Thing

have you ever seen something pass by,

crumble and fade into the past

as if only a memory?

have you ever seen something manifest,

then collapse and disappear,

leaving not a trace?

have you ever had times where

5 days are an eternity,

yet 5 years seem 5 minutes?

have you ever found yourself to

stop and stare at silver sunsets,

as if time were such a finite thing?

we treat time as if it were

renewable, although

time is measured, marked, labeled

yet is completely oblivious

as the

future flows and folds, compresses into past

where one moment, we grasp it,

then another, it

wanders 

away

like sand

through our fingertips

as if lost in an abyssal eternity,

as if time were such a finite thing.

what is flow?

in a world where order is chaos

and broken memories litter the uneven ground.

what is flow?

in a world where some things bond

hand-in-hand and suddenly

shatter.

where bits and

pieces fall

apart forever

separated

as if time were such

a finite thing.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #5: "This Night" (Canada Day special)

This Night

On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms.
On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms reluctantly,
showering the land with explosive love and finite colours that
- despite their promises -
would always streak down the sky and fade.

On this night, I think
hearts and souls united.
On this night, I think
hearts and souls intensely united
flying high in streams of joy and luck.
On this night, I think
the only thing that tethered me to my physical body
was a weak gravity that paid no mind to the colourful abstractions above.

This night was the first time
I saw a symphony.
This night was the first time
I saw a symphony of colours
- of briliantly orchestrated compounds of fractured reds and blues,
broken whites and shattered yellows,
amongst a rousing soundtrack of crackling and silence.

This night, I saw true dreams.
True inspirations.
True hopes built on a daunting foundation of entertainment that will never die.
This night, I saw it all.
Dreams.... began to fall.
Inspirations that were volatile may have collapsed and
Heaven... had closed its doors for one more year.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #4: "The Void"

The Void

Mind sprinkles
   butchered          thoughts
pouring unarmed knowledge into
those of limited sets of words,
divine sparkling
devoid   of   meaning-less
syllables.

Mind divides
    paradox       emerges
unknowingly   &   merges
    into     the     disjointed
realities.

Mind battles
creating     confusion     terrifying
delusion into unknown reaches
  of inner-reality.

Heart bleeds
    confused     broken     emotions
rivers of yes and no
and   Heart     and       Cold
forever parted into unified duality.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2012

Poem #3: "I'm Your Reflection"

I'm Your Reflection

Look for me in the mirror
For I'll always be there.
Search for me in the mirror,
You'll always know where I am.
Find me in my special place
For when you need to defend,
I'll provide protection from those most unwanted.
Look for me in the mirror.
You know I'm by your side.
Search for me in the mirror
For I'll always be there for you.
I'm a reflection of your deepest desires
And I show you what you need,
As an alternate personality, I'm always around.
Find me when you need me the most,
I will give you my safe harbour
Where you may not see all of your personalities,
Though they're never absent.
The friendly ones may scar you,
But you'll befriend the ones that clash.
You'll search endlessly for a reason and place in this foreign world,
And when you have finally lost,
Find me in my special place.
And if need be, I'll reflect your darkest side.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #2: "Mirror of What Is"

Mirror of What Is

A leaf
once brilliant,
bright green, lovingly
nourishing its being
now falls
unprotected and fragile
towards the cold, hard,
shallow soil.

A branch
once big, strong,
mighty, now lays
stifled, still and broken
amongst the cold, harshly
unrelenting silence
of its grave of shadows.

A tree
once beautiful, its
leaves reaching out,
sprouting green, swaying
in the warm spring breeze
now stands barren,
lifeless.

A forest
once lush, sweet,
vast, vibrant,
waving and hissing in the soft current
now becomes victim to harsh words.

Fire
begins to damage, consume,
burn, torture,
destroy, thrash about
in what became of the meaningless
syllables of the blank world.

A mirror
of what has now become
a stark reality.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #1: "the pantheist"

the pantheist

the dark night

settles in, takes its time

and finds its place

within the mind, body

and spirit of

the natural world

stars sprinkle across the vast,

blue heavens like

confetti molecules in an endless sea of sky

their light piercing a thick

veil of darkness

as the

trees

whisper

"hello"

the moon is a flashlight

in how it makes its presence known

not a sight to be "foretold" for

it has always been there

guiding naive souls through

the darkness above to a place

among the stars, as the

cool breeze

animates nearby

plants in a gesture

of kindness

and as the observer watches

with wonder and awe, seeing

the cosmos in an elegant

dance to its own vibration

the gates of his heart open

to let in what is truly limited

only by perception


(c) TheLegendaryDreamer
Original version May 2012

This version November 2012

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--- TheLegendaryDreamer