I send you love, like you have loved me,
Everything you have given me, I store in my heart,
The energy you have, is the light in my universe,
the light that guides me, through the journey of life.
I am proud and thankful to be your son.
Laughter is like the sound of music to my ears.
It is a medicine to cure the sick,
a vaccination to help the sad,
a treatment for free in times of grief.
No matter how bad I feel
the sound of laughter always lifts my spirit.
When my thoughts become too tangled
and my mind screams out in pain,
I need a train ride to clear my head.
The sound of the wheels, clickety-clack,
is very relaxing, melodic, like a lullaby.
The flashes of scenery, the different colours,
keep my mind so occupied that the brown mists
of autism almost clear,
with the song of the train
and the world flashing by.
Some days my autism has gone,
my mind is clear, I hear and see all;
sights, sounds and songs.
But then back comes the mist,
obliterating my mind,
imprisoning my body.
and stumble along.
She tip toes,
her high-heel is left
in the grate, along highway one,
I rock and I roll,
I try hard to stroll,
but my rhythm just holds me strong.
So we all watch our step
and then hit our heads,
as we march to the beat
of the siren’s swan song.
Another great poem by Glen C. Shepherd from his book Elvis Has Left The Building.
I have a place to run to,
a place where I can hide,
that no one else can go
except for me.
It’s inside my mind,
inside my heart.
A night for the day outside:
a day for the night inside.
I want to hide until the dawn
of laughter in my mind;
the sailing of the boat
that brings my race to an end.
We are all one in our solitude:
I am him, she is me
in this, the greatest place.
I think it’s important for people with disabilities to be included in decision with government for the future. I think we should all work together. Come on, it’ll be fun!
Question 1. In the context of living in the community, how do we move our focus from me to we?
I think we need to live together as one community. I should have equal opportunity like every other Queenslander.
Question 2. How do we create and foster an education culture that teaches skills and values to meet global challenges and optimise regional strengths?
I think we should place more focus on education.
Question 3. How do we empower and educate individuals, communities and institutions to embrace responsibility for an active and healthy lifestyle?
Through clever advertising on TV.
Question 4. How do we structure our economy to ensure our children inherit a resilient future?
I believe it’s through education. If we are all taught while we are young we will know what to do.
Question 5. How do we strengthen our economic future and achieve sustainable landscapes?
I think we should all grow our own vegetables and eat them!
Q6. How do we attract and retain the brightest minds and ideas where they are most needed and capitalise on global opportunities?
I am the brightest mind and I am here already!
It’s important for all Queenslanders to work together to create the best future for our state. Have your say here… http://queenslandplan.qld.gov.au/get-involved/have-your-say/index.html
Love sat in my mind
She never quavered from that feeling
She threw caution to the wind
It took all her strength
To in the moment
Love is the foundation of mankind
It stretches to the perimeter of our culture
She tears at the heartstrings of every human being
She has powers of indescribable hate & compassion
She stands there with open arms
and waits for her prey to arrive
She pounces and the man falls to the ground
He breathtakingly gasps and says
‘Why do you do that to me?’
Love answers with a passionate kiss
He sees cinderella in his arms
When people ask me questions
do they believe the answers are mine?
Watching others support my arm
to move across the board,
yes, the words are from my own head.
If I could borrow someone’s voice box,
would you believe the words are still mine?
So with my board work,
you doubt whose hand is really working.
Questions from strangers
feel like interrogation
because I sense their disbelief.
This body does not work,
so you crucify my mind.
What if I get it right,
does that prove there is a person inside?
What if I get it wrong,
will you all run and hide?
If I make you proud or seem a fool,
it makes no difference.
You see, I am still here.
You may have to look deeper
to see the real me.
I am not going to stop thinking,
I am not going to stop loving,
I am not going to stop hurting,
I am not going to stop being.
Even if you take away my new voice,
you will not stop me being whole.
Let my voice grow old with me:
it gives me control.
A poem by Glen Sheppard taken from Glen’s book ‘Elvis Has Left The Building‘.
I really like to spend my day reflecting on life,
but sometimes my soul is filled with fright
at what seems unfair, unjust or just not right.
My heart wants to hear a joyful song:
happy sounds seem to right all wrongs.
See the fury of a cyclone: in the centre there is peace,
where the forces of destruction really do cease.
Just like that place in your heart where your soul feels calm:
that place where it’s quiet, protected and free from harm.
I’d really like to stay in this calm, quiet place,
where nothing exists except time and space.
Where the mind seeks asylum from everyday life
and my soul soars once more into endless flight,
watching wonderful days turn into beautiful nights.
A poem by Glen Sheppard taken from his book ‘Elvis Has Left The Building‘.
I wish upon a star each time i think of you,
that you will always be there, valiant and true.
I want to give you flowers
before you go away,
but I can never think of
the words I’m trying to say.
So here I write it down (no ink),
the thoughts run through my mind,
the sound of finger to the board,
giving out this rhyme.
I want to give you sunsets,
to sing my good friends praise.
My lack of consideration I do not own.
So words are all I’m giving you,
pale and incomplete.
I want to give you so much more,
but alas, I am in defeat.
Thank you for your friendship,
the good times and the hard.
I want you to always know this,
you’re forever in my heart.
There are special moments
that have become my life’s highs & lows
memories of being held
in the arms of a troubled soul.
I believe it’s me, dreadful as it may seem,
that made this soul so troubled and unsure.
I believe I love this gentle, troubled soul
without question and I am sure his voice talks to me
of things we could have done,
just a far away assurance
of things yet to come.
I believe the next step I take
will bring me closer than ever before
to this beautiful, gentle, troubled soul
and we will finally be together.
I long to see this soul again,
to soothe the mind of this kind man,
to let him know what I have become,
that his gentle reminders I do hear from above.
I will continue to listen and show this soul
what a special man he has made.
I am complete Dad,
I am whole.