MArgarETruth, Magi, Maggie, Shutup Magi
Poetry is the music of the written word that touches the ears and soul in a rhythm and movement that undulates and waves in a way that is pleasing and moving to the senses. Good poetry will move you in time and space. You will feel it inside of you bringing a change to your emotion.
I guess a label I fit is Autism I don’t talk about it much because I am afraid mostly humans totally misunderstand it. I am not saying it to make anyone feel sorry for me. Please don’t, I would never want a lobotomy to make me human, is the best way to put it.
Many here who do read my own profile work on other sites will know that my children have Autism but I don’t speak of the minor point of where they got it from. *coughs ..parents. It is a genetic difference in the way the brain works to the normal person. It is pretty rare for a woman but even though it is seen as a disability by many, to me it is a treasure I wouldn’t swap for the world. It is a gift. I am telling you for one reason and one reason only. So that you can understand a bit about where I come from and why I think a bit left of centre to most.
Many so called professionals malodorously accuse an Autistic person of having mental issues. It is misdiagnosed as ADHD, or Separation anxiety, reactive attachment disorder, borderline personality disorder, Oppositional disorder and most other symptoms of a far bigger source which has suffered greatly from being misinterpreted.
I have no desire to get a certificate that makes me part of the legal autistic fraternity. I know who I am, I don’t need validation or labels.
I see the world in patterns. I use 49 percent of my right brain and 51 percent of my left brain. It is rare for people to be balanced like that, normally people are left or right brain dominant. I live for aesthetic balance in everything I do and see. I see the extreme beauty in simplicity and balance.
When I was a child, my school and adoptive parents were not aware of my high intelligence and at the time Aspergers Autism was an unknown. I was very different to the other kids around me, I was a social justice rebel wrapped up in an 8 year old body. I was the child of pan, a child of the earth. I saw more, I felt more, I learned more.
I was sent to psychologists in fifth grade after the first school IQ tests conducted on me returned the truth. Crap the highest IQ for age in area. All of a sudden I had people perplexed and scratching their heads. The basket that they had put me in, of a lazy uncooperative naughty disrespectful rebel, didn’t fit all of a sudden. They realized that I was bored. But they still did not have the tools or knowledge to deal with it or me.
I was immediately put ahead into the next grade for the year and things changed for a while until I hit high school and returned to the lower grade and then just became too bored with the whole thing. My adventures at school can be experienced in the tales I have told of my youth. in the “Life of a Legend in Their Own Lunchbox” section
What did school teach me?
Not much I can say that, I have honestly learned more since leaving school than I could ever dream of school teaching me. I do however still clearly remember learning one thing in grade school. How to write poetry and what the basic forms of poetry were. It was the one thing I listened to way back in first grade, when we we taught to write those simple rhymes. To give you an idea of just how whacky my head is. I know no grammar. I could not tell you the difference between and adverb, verb or adjective. I know a noun is a name word .. I think. I am serious there. I do not know grammar rules. I learn by memory. Mind you a photographic one which helps but memory none the less. I could not learn simple learn to read rules at school and yet one day I picked up a book and I could read it. No Joke. I never looked back. As an 11 year old child I had a catalogued library of over 3000 books and none of them had pictures in them.
For me to actually remember those simple few basic lessons today, actually remember and picture being in that classroom and actually picture myself writing those first simple lines means to me that the “moment” was important to me and my life. I only learned what interested me. If it bored me, then forget it. I just wasn’t there. I was off in far more exciting places.
As a teen I wrote quite a few pieces but none of them were poetry. It wasn’t until I was 26, that I first started to actually write down my thoughts in rhyme or poetry. Most of my pieces were, as my life was at the time, esoteric in nature. I will be showcasing some incredible esoteric poets over the coming months and examining some unique facets in some of the work that has survived to date.
I have developed, as my life has developed, into other areas of poetry. One of the main arena’s I like to write in at the moment is comedy. Many of you may know of my down under scented comedy/satire poetry pieces celebrating various holidays throughout the year including Easter and Christmas with South Pole Santa.
I have been influenced in many ways by the distinctive flavour of Australian poetry and I will be introducing you to that same unique view of the world as I showcase some fantastic Australian poets of the 1800’s and 1900’s.
Down through time many of our artists and authors who have survived the test of time are thought to have had Aspergers Autsim. Da Vinci is one. Einstein is another. As time goes by I would like to introduce you to the world of poetry through my eyes. Through the eyes of someone who may not be in any way shape or form conventional but one who see’s in a precise, exacting, mathematical and scientific way that is pleasing, appealing and beautiful in it’s own different unique simplicity. It is with extreme logic and only logic that I work. That logic includes emotional, spiritual, physical and mental unity in order to produce Logos. I am here to share with you that Logos. The Logic of poetry.
I am not here to soapbox or pontificate. I am here to share what is inside me with all of you. I hope you enjoy everything I share with you as much I do and as much as I enjoy sharing it. More information about me, where I come from and my family life is available by viewing my profile and my prolific blogs.
I hope to challenge you. I hope to make you think and question your realities through the use of the poetic word. I hope to allow you to step outside your comfort zone and grow as a writer into areas you perhaps have not yet explored. I hope to see flowers blooming and big round silvery raindrops falling. I hope many things but mostly I hope you enjoy what I have to share with you.
I also have a wicked sense of humor. Don’t mind it, I don’t.
I am an open book
but it is an epic volume
There is much that has been written
and many blank pages on which to write
I learn from the past,
I live in the present
I look to the future
I say what I feel and feel what I mean
I am not perfect
I am not good
I am not bad
I strive for balance
My many facets define me a person
and I am happy with that person
because that is ultimately what it is all about
my life and how I live it
I choose to live it straight ..
my straight is not your straight
I live my live with each day new
my pathways are many with a multitude of detours
my pathways are not your pathways
I make choices and live with my decisions
my choices are not you choices
I make mistakes use them to learn
I have my lines and I don’t cross them
ever I hold Fast
my lines are are shapes that mold me
in a magnificent tapestry of rich texture and color
Luceo Non Uro “I Shine Not Burn”
my life is an adventure of epic extremes
I live I breath
I share I care
I think I play
I learn I grow
as I grow I shrink
in the vast unknowing aethyr that is universal life
I give from the heart
my heart receives
What is trash to one person
is treasure to another
it’s all about perspective
I am unique I am not you
I stay true to me
and by being true to me
I can then be true to you
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