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...
Faces of faded sands
Tell me now why youre waiting and watching in rapt expectation?
Do you not see what is happening before you?
Your life goes on by in myriad disasters,
Yet all you do is tread in the waters....
As your life goes towards the end of the whorl,
Are you still there not awakening to the world around you?
The lives all around you speak and are listening....
For they know that you are a pole axed steer for kill....
We all wait for a sign, but do they ever speak to you true?
All the signs are of the end of your time...
All this looking, but you see not whats revealing...
Yet the path ends not here, for you never knew of why...
For your life exists in the ever-after....
Not above or below, for thy death comes from within...
Is this your nightmare you are allowing to happen?
Is the mask you see just a false view on your eyes?
Is your faith in yourself somehow flagging?
For all you have done is listening to some other lie....
Yet I have watched,
And always prayed for you to see your fa
The black knight
of a last great knight
and the fate
that he died lamenting
for the friend that died, with him, did weep
and his mantle now uptaken
And the black knights cries
As the fey knight dies
And the black knight rides
For his foes, now, to find
A black blade he reaps
All the landed his prey
and his horse
his home, land, and country
For he dealt in fear
so far and near
With nary a one escaping
And the black knight cries
As the fey knight dies
And the black knight rides
For his foes now to find
Quiet now my dear
For he lived his life
As a man of honor and glory,
I saw him fall
With his horse cut down, jackals all about him
They sought and strove
to end his reign
as they loosed their blades and fury
A life they made
and did sadly fade
his fate, an old knights mem'ry
As the black knight dies
he finds a fey knight's guise
As his form gives rise
to a fey knights eyes
and his horse and supplies
And the two knights ride
Dance of Steel
Hear now the dancin-blade!
Steel drawn a-ringing
Dance now this forgone match
Death now the end.
Lifes edge, kept bound in steel
Let fly the blades thirst.
Past guilt in futures now
Haunt this soul still
Now in remembrance,
Scars, they linger yet,
Silence, in arrogance
Dares grace the sky.
Under the darkened moon,
Flows free the scarlet .
Graced now the flower blooms
In morning light.