A question of existentialismI think, to first begin at the start, I had no real idea, you seemed, unbound, protean, primordial in your chaos and your nature that never quite met at the full circle. I don't think I had a good image then, even now, I think, I still don't, not really. You have this, spark, of something, unique in that it defies reason, rhyme, and function. a fifth corner on a square, if you will. A, I do no see you as anything physical of the world, in such a sense, as no denying your existence, but you have struck me more as something apart, yet grounded by the realities laws, only because you have not managed to free oneself from these. I would not use the term spirit, for so often, these are given to a connotation that in such, mean of living beyond a mortality now shed, and at times, you remind, of an echo of something not so. I know at this time, I by far, view not to mince words, and speak with a directness, of being poetical, more towards a philosophic bent in such that you do not remind me o
The Autistic MindIs it much for a silent night?
The space, between us?
To up in starlight fade? Gone far away.
Is this hurt of living life?
These wounds, emotions?
Cast these hurts aside?
Anywhere but here.
You do not understand
Pain to send away,
I should go,
To let me go...
I cannot go!
Gods damn! I cannot stand..
I can not stand!
Why! Dont you see?
Please, let me be!.
Silent now in rising plight.
inside my emotions,
no one hears this sight.
Me only me.
You may see in the dark of night.
My peace in being.
No noises harm me as senses let me be.
Eyes need not to dart.
Ears need not to hear.
And touch is but a
Touch is but a
Always but a
Always but a friend
Always but a friend
Can you comprehend?
Its not a friend
Its my cell
Without a key
There is no warden
Except just me
Always to loud
Never can speak
Just to depart
All the times, I want to say
But a look and then I stutter
And forgot the words I meant to say
And shamed I am
I cannot say
Because i sit here fidgeting
with the memory of w
A momnet of Flowing ThoughtWe begin, a note. Not fully of discords abiding harvest. An echo, or a reverberation. Something simpler, yes. But all the way true regardless. In this the steps, falter, no, dance, onward, back, and again in gravity to some pull, held by strings of etheric latching. The call, forgotten, missed, and lamented, finds seed in a field held of soil without. It grows, it festers, but its tendrils hold true. Yet no fruit to bear, but a flower, weed amongst roses held. There is no reverberation now, of the note, stepped aside in calling. The sounds silence, grabs, stretches, in the light, choking, or the dark's echoes. Held, in quaking minds, does the rot spread, unchecked, unheeded, found in the depths of memory, an inkling, sharp, cold, pure. On it burrows, expands, and when ripe, bears wide onto the heavens, the bloom, the seed, shattering a glass sky. Burdened not with fetters, chains, echoes coalesce into light, gossamer, strands, burning with the faint moments of time. Within the drop of
Understanding AspergersI would bid you welcome, from a prison there in I call home. A tour of course, I give, not out desire, nor courtesy, but a simple elegance in which seeing the truth enlightens one as the epiphany might. It is not a prison of bars, ties, social bonds, The elegance, its simplicity is of which every warden may avail himself to achieve, never able to by the bonds of law he must adhere to. A prison born, life and spirit bound into form mortal, the time set, in and of this we have only guesswork until the final tok, or tick of the clock to announce the final bell. Come now, you have in this step, achieved the choice of making, in knowing not or aware just the same, but one made regardless. A moment to gaze, after all, in these words, your eyes mark, carry, judge and weigh these words with a knowledge of instilled values, preconceptions and mutable facts that carry the act of being individuals. Another step forward, the form and gaze electric, and we can continue this sadly, for said moment,
Echoes Remembered.A man, sits atop a cliff edge, gazing across to the setting sun. The clouds sift, silently crisscrossing, and fading to the shadows of dusk. Struggling, the last rays of a fading sun wage war against the coming of the moon. Without a word, the man stares and stretches, the moon having reached its zenith.. Wiping his hands as he descends down the cliff, the man glances back once, and walks home with a tired sigh.
A figure engages my sight in the clearing. His image hazy, but razor sharp. His gaunt figure stands tall, gaze unwavering out across the shores, to some foreign land. Eyes of old, his gaze forever shifts, guarding against the present danger, ever menacing. A tune raggedly whispers to my ears, broken and tired, but still filled with defiance against the twilight. Again his gnarled hands clench, an echoing memory seen splayed across his face and behind two eyes, filled with duty. A smile creases his aged lips, as I truly begin to see his duty, that weighs so heavily upon this old
A moment to seeThe Glade silent and echoing step distant marching on a footfall.
A moment's glance, skyward, the signs the sounds of troubling airs.
A distant peal of thunder, closer still with the sound and sight of the lightning, soon before
The storm brewing, the tumultuous air, the true sign of what is coming.
The Wolf, the hare, the hart, each to pause to think to gather, and ride on what weather will be.
To the hart, the pounding of hooves, the choice of all to flee before the arrival of the storm will bring.
Doe and buck, stag and hind, each pair gathers, eyes and hooves. Alight at what the future will bring. In tandem do they move, the sight of hundred bodies or more unwatched unheard save for those they pass by. From the sight and sound of the memory now here and gone, only to trees will recall their passing.
To the hare, staring skyward at the prospects, so glum. to run unbidden, the thought, never reaching.
Down they go, into burrow and den, to speak to gather, and look above the earth of
Clementina Pallor / Redemptio commencement - Humanity Receding / Redemption Begun
by Christopher Henry-Blair
(A note, this story, has many adult situations in the story.)
(The nature of the adult situations is not sexual, but graphical.)
Pain beyond anything Id never known lanced inside me, bringing my mind to the waking state. Gazing about, I noted the spiraling and circling figures of different creatures, mythic normal, and some bizarre in their own right. Standing slightly apart from the rotating menagerie, I could only wonder what I was doing here, coupled with where I was. This question, without warning, again became something secondary to worry over, as the inner fire again returned with a vengeful, and time consuming presence.
I became aware, you could say, but it wouldnt be the right word. The all consuming feeling faded away to a dull, but malevolent presence. I didnt yet think to view what had happened, to wake from a dream into such searing pain
Answer me this, in your final few moments.
Promise me, in sight gone dim.
Live once more, this life now sundered.
Apart, free, of what has been.
Go now, leave my voice apart.
Spread your wings, take to the sky.
Please fly, leave me behind.
For its now my death to defy.
Wait for me, patiently.
Cura ut valeas.
Seek out your pastures, and fly free.
Silence reigns as one remains.
Hate seen in tear stained eyes.
Eris semper in corde meo.
One now remains, Dissatisfied.
Not now, not even ever.
Find Me peace for this deed.
Does one dream towards the starlit sky?
Is my voice now denied?
Will you help reclaim my sight?
Will you blame me for sleepless nights?
I need not wonder why...
Your life shanghaied...
I know I'm to blame on this airless night.
Have I spoken wrongly under a blue moon?
Will you listen perchance?
I acted wrongly in my disgrace
Can you accept my penance?
Please let me try...
To amend my mistakes
And to offer my life in heartfelt adventure?
....o.0 (Do I have the right perchance?)
I should not ask so soon.
I. disturbed the mean
For you are crying under the dark moon.
You were right,
I lost my chance at my truest treasure....
When we rode with the stars
We made our step
And we flew without heartache
To our windswept...devotion...
Life came on by
A light in the cold dark
Of what never was disaster...