FROG…HA HA BONK!

Fredrick the frog, image from Google

by Alienhippy

Fredrick the FROG sits on the shelf above my prayer chair

He has a few friends that sit at his side for his needs they really care

He contemplates peace and finding a way to fill his life with hope

He’s a funny old FROG, listening for God and finding new ways to cope

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Too many times, he has been made to feel sad

As the seeds of fear have been planted

He hates feeling alone even when he’s at home

Love and acceptance, he’s always wanted

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So he sits and he prays and hopes for better days

Filled with love and laughter and friends

He’s waiting on God that funny little FROG

As the tears help his fears to end

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Fully.Rely.On.God my Mom used to say

You need to trust when you sit and pray

God loves you more than you’ll even know

Fully.Rely.On.God and you’ll spiritually grow

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So I’m praying and crying and hating these fears

Planted and dripped in my brain over years

Not knowing the truth from these feelings I feel

It’s just “False Evidence Appearing Real”

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Sometimes I have to get hit on the head

To realise my thoughts are misguided and led

A FROG falls off a shelf, God’s love He shares

Showing me just how much He cares

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Ha ha…Bonk, on my head! YES… I was hit by a FROG

Spiritually knocking some sense in from God

I don’t have to listen to things that aren’t kind

Or to those who will plant seeds of doubt in my mind

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GOD IS LOVE, and His love builds me up

I’m facing my fears and drinking this cup

Listening to negative is not good for my health

A friend is a gift I can give to myself

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Quotes:

“A friend is a gift you give yourself.”

~Robert Louis Stevenson

“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”

~Edna Buchanan

“Friends are God’s way of apologizing for your family.”
~ Dr Wayne W. Dyer, The Power of Intention:

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What goes HA HA BONK…???

An Alienhippy laughing her head off! ….LMHO (I find it funny…hehehe)

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An old video from my childhood to go with my poem

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It is done!

by Alienhippy

I can’t stop the loops, why do I listen to such words?

How can I change the way they feel inside my mind

They grip and tear my heavy heart, such pain

Where can I find my smiling dance again

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Please hold back your words

To you they only spark a feeling of release

Their poison is released, doubts built over years

I cannot shift these tears, these fears you have unleashed

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Please ponder on my mind and be more kind

Remember that your words leave your mouth, then set up house

Inside my head, all you have said and my heart is pained

I have to go, be in the still, rest in His arms and hear His will

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You’ve triggered my rejection and the feeling of alone

I can go home and find the TRUTH, and learn to TRUST again

Stop with your words, I will not listen anymore

It is done!

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NOTE: This poem was not finished when I published it. If you want to read the last part of this poem please follow this link… “It is done!”… was not finished.

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I don a mask for every day

Image from Google

by Alienhippy

I don a mask for every day

Slip out the door my head will pray

I speak the words my heart will hear

Protect me Lord from all this fear

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As I’m walking through this day

Give me ears for what you say

With faith my hope will always please

You’ll bring these loops down to their knee

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These masks can go and I can be

Wonderfully Wired created to be me

Seeing through your eyes, born unique

Living in acceptance gratefully I seek

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Your Son will help me fully live

Not for myself but learning to give

And in my life your love will flow

My feet and heart will gladly go

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To every corner that’s in darkness

Tell my story share this gladness

You came to me to heal my pain

In your love, I trust love again

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Just like a child without restrictions

No tortured confines, obsessive addictions

But giving freely and believing in you

To guide my life and get me through

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Internalise

image from Google

by Alienhippy

Can you pick me out the crowd?

I’m not loud

I don’t shout, look any different

But inside I hide

From all that is me.

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Can you see which one I am?

For a while

I will smile, just like the rest

But the test is

Do I understand why?

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I can fit in with what is, ‘the norm’

Over time I have learnt to conform

I’ll say I’m fine, if you think to ask

Truth being told

I am wearing a mask.

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Shall I take the cure pill?

Shall I take the cure pill

by Alienhippy

They’ve invented a new tablet, to take my quirks away

It will cure me of my ASD and help me fit today

I’ll be able to understand what it is that I can gain

By being part of what goes on, no-longer live this pain

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They are giving out this pill tomorrow, I’d better get in line

It might be the answer to the prayers I’ve prayed so many times

I’ll be able to cope with noisy rooms and people will talk to me

I’ll be different from the way I’m made and then I’ll truly see

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What it is to just be normal and not an obsessive freak

To be seen as just intelligent, and not an eccentric geek

To go into a party and cope with conversation

Be normal, accepted, understood, a manufactured creation

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Now, I’ve been thinking hard on this and if I take that pill

I’m telling God that He is wrong and I refuse His will

I’m telling Him that He has made a mistake in what He’s done

That His Handiwork is not good enough, the battle isn’t won

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I know God doesn’t make mistakes, I’m fearfully and wonderfully made

He sent His Son to die for me, He has already been betrayed

A Brother/friend He loved so much, but He knew it was meant to be

Just like my quirks and fears and pain are all to set me free

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Maybe I will not see it here, but in this world I don’t belong

I do not fit, I might be odd, but to God there’s nothing wrong

With how I’m wired or who I am, I’m unique and will give Him glory

Each day is hard but together with God, I’ll keep looking at Jesus’ story

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 I am perfectly formed, created as His, protected by Angels above

One day I’ll go home and look in His eyes, surrounded in His perfect Love.

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Poem…Please be nice!

by Alienhippy

It’s so hard to see or hear words that are not kind

It does something inside my dyslexic mind

It stops me from reading and makes me feel sick

I’m so glad that praying seems to do the trick

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I take it to God and He takes it from me

He gave me dyslexia so I wouldn’t see

A lot of the bad stuff that my aspie can’t take

It causes confusion and keeps me awake

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So when I read blogs and my eyes start to stress

I realise what I’m reading, may cause me some mess

In my aspie brain, when later on it starts filtering

So as interesting as it maybe, to God I am listening

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He gave me this blessing, that sometimes feels like a curse

But I know that without it, my life would be worse

My aspie brain never stops, and I care very deeply

I’m grateful for my weakness, because it helps me to see

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That we are all very different, in our own unique ways

We all have to struggle, to be happy in our days

God loves us all equally, and favourites… He has none

Please be kind to each other, and accept everyone

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Forgiven

by Alienhippy

My precious child stop running wild

This chaos I’ll protect you from

Look to me, seek my face

You are my gentle one

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You hurt much deeper than most do

My quiet voice will call to you

Know I’ll always love you dearly

Just Be Still and listen calmly

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This world has got its own agenda

I know this plan is hard to bear

Set apart refined like silver

Just call to me and KNOW I’m there

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The Land of the Cleaning Disorder

(Inspired by dropping my breakfast.)

by Alienhippy

Have you ever noticed, when you drop toast

It lands with the butter side down?

Dog hair, Cat hair sometimes even Budgie seed

Stuck in the butter so you frown…

At the Dog as he sits and drools

Pop another slice in, now you have some rules

To stop that OCD, and freaking out again (*a-gen)

Calm yourself down, count to ten

Then think of the time when you had that disorder

Cleaning till your hands bled, verging on the border

Of insanity

You see

My house was once perfect

You could eat off the carpet

Sterilized everything, was my house law

Forbidden was footwear and nowhere was Cat hair

And Dogs were not allowed through my door

Dirty, Smelly creatures dribbling everywhere

Messing my perfection, I didn’t even care

How uncomfortable my house was

For people visiting, throwing them a coaster

Making sure they’re keeping

My immaculate little cell

As pure as it can be

Walking around the kitchen

Mopping spills I cannot see

Plumping up the cushions before guests even leave

Busy, busy cleaning, only I deceive

Myself, because later in my bed

The thoughts going round my head are;

• Did I comb the tassels on the rug?
• I have left a wine glass in the sink!
• I must polish the light bulbs with essential oil in the morning!
• Is the kettle two inches away from the wall, with the flex on the right?

I ended up 6 stone 2, and my hair went thin

I didn’t think enough about the bleach in my skin

Or the time spent re-cleaning every single day

Re-organising toy boxes, but never time to play

Thank God, I saw the light!

What a strange place to see

The land of cleaning OCD

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Fidgets Perspective

by Alienhippy

I wish I had an off switch, because I wear my batteries out

The constant nagging in my head, the questions of self-doubt

Yes….If I could push my brain button, and turn off the thoughts in there

I might keep still for long enough, I’d no-longer cause despair

Maybe….If I had a standby, just like on my TV

Then I could finish off the jobs that are assigned to me

Yep, I could put myself on standby, and not keep going “BERSERK”

The running round and balancing, my busy brain at work

My body would stop for long enough, for me to think of less

I’d sit and talk to those around, not make a constant mess

So….If I could turn my brain off, or just slow it down a bit

I wouldn’t have to hang upside down, I’d very likely sit

I’d sit without the tapping, the rocking and the shaking

I’d stop myself from jumping, spinning, climbing, faking

I wouldn’t have to try so hard, to make people understand

They’d accept me if I just kept still….But, on the other hand

I wouldn’t have the constant flow of creative energy

I wouldn’t dance with happiness, when I am feeling free

I wouldn’t be the same person, who I think is quite cool

In fact….I think to turn me off, is really rather cruel

So if you get to know me, you will see I cannot quit

I guess I have to just own up, “I LOVE BEING A FIDGET!”

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Weekend ways

Weekend ways

by Alienhippy

The lawn mowers are going,

Of course, it’s Saturday morning

Tucked up in my bed

Sleepy head, still Yawning

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It’s lovely here in my nice new room,

It’s peaceful and just how I planned it

Newly built, clean and calm

All the colours I wanted

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Time to get up and take part,

With this thing we call life

Being part of the big show,

The performance and its strife

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To be part of it, just fit

But what if I can see

Normal is so boring

I want to just be me

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Tomorrow is Sunday,

The day our cars are washed

We read our Sunday papers

In this world I feel so lost.