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I’m at the gate
Waiting, bright is the house

On the boundary I lean
Seeing the happy, smiling people at home

Does anyone notice, I’m calling
Was I ever there

Here I am in the dark, silent
please

I’m cold, my legs getting tired

How much longer can I stand
Alone looking in

Does anybody see me
What’s wrong with me

I would like to say hello
My voice is gone

It’s been so long
They’ve moved on

Forgotten

Climb into my mind,

But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.

Sink into my bloodstream,

But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.

Walk into My Aura,

But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.

Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.

That would be safer, that I could handle for now.

But ohh how amazing if you were real.

I was waiting for my time to come, to rest my weary head
And looked upon the things I’ve done, and never looked ahead
To times to come, when days are done, when we lie alone in bed
What does it mean, this life alone, when all is done and said.

I think often I wrote this on the 19TH/08/ 2017! 5 hours ago · City of Salford,



Absent seizures, to Anxiety, disassociation to Autism, to disconnect Dyspraxia, And OCD) the English language is atrocious, (baguette) A French loaf” do we speak French, because English, people make no sense to me. Losing balance after all gravity is moving around us, and how the numbers flicker and become mixed up as you are trying to crack codes, then here comes Dyslexia, in simple terms, one cannot spell basic words, does not apply to me.

However, can you get vocal dyslexia? Ie: thinking at such a fast rate the words come out too quick before one has time to think. Furthermore ADD, to my recent research has links to absent seizures. The eyes go funny, you get a feeling of, euphoria, you become hyper IE: Talking fast, becoming confused losing time. Or is the frontal lobe seizure a spiritual awaking out of body experience or neurology related,

OCD, one has unwanted and repeated thoughts, an imagination that can take Steven King, for his money! :-) Anxiety is fear of the unknown I am not “fearless.” I am a risk taker, however, I do not fear heights , A knock on the head is the reason why some people say to the ignorant brainwashed deluded sheep, you need a bang on the head to wake you up.To wake up to reality, to open you're eyes.



Autism, fragile x syndrome has similar traits, I was tested for fragile syndrome as a child, the results came back as a negative, tested for learning disabilities twice came back I do not have a learning disability, I had two doctors mention twice in my childcare files I have autistic traits, but didn’t diagnose me strange. There was mention I used to dissociate myself from reality as a child and went in my own world. What did those people mean by that?

In relation to a conduct disorder that was also mentioned in my child care files, a conduct disorder is Autism, related. Are they worried about diagnosing me with Asperger’s but saying I have it two years ago, if I was diagnosed the Doctors and ones involved will have no choice but to admit they failed me and exploited my human rights!


They talk in riddles, they make no sense, and they talk mumbo jumbo. Due to the lack of insight and incompetence of the healthcare professionals, I force myself to find out the answers myself of hours of extensive research until I get the answers that can be backed up that is not based on hearsay or speculation or exaggeration.

twas a time of fresh worn innocence
eighteen years of age
and the writ of my experience
fell short upon the page
ragged as a student
who had never eaten warm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

hardly out of smallburg
green as an apple tree
two dinner plated startled eyes
and jeans without a knee
"you look like a hardy boy"
she told me without scorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy
of how I slept that night
unable to articulate
my thought with my delight
as beauty slept in rapture
behind oaken doors forlorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

intoxicating creatures
robbed me of my youth
I never fought so lightly
(to tell you the truth)
they made a man of me
strengthening my form
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table
my eyes fixed to my spoon
with a dozen or so sirens
laughing at my swoon
and the scent of what I felt heaven was
seemed to be the norm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

twenty-nine years later
wife and babies too
I chanced on to return there
my memories to renew
said the angel of uncertainty
three decades on her form
come in she said and welcome..
to the ladies dorm



(for Vanessa)

the boat is idle
I'm drinking some tea
I look to the shoreline
thoughts come to me

experimental daydreams
as oft I'm inclined
so loved by the genius
we walk behind

Einstein, I think
imagined a man
struck by twin lightnings
as only he can

equidistant in impact
he stood there upright
simultaneously struck
to his left and his right

watching all this
and moving indeed
a girl on a train
blurs by at great speed

her train was the distance
between night and day
acceleration is gravity
as Albert would say

but the girl in the carriage
saw the bolt to her right
hit a fraction before
the other one's flight

relatively speaking
he'd stumbled on truth
and I thought of the tracks
that led to my youth

and a man struck hard
by a bolt from the blue
that town was me..
and that woman was you


(for Vanessa)

My eyes once the color of
The sea on a friendly day
Laughs as we float away
Washed in wet alabastrine foam
Soaked us to our knees
I taste the flavor of Khewra
All those many years ago
Never far from these shore

My eyes change like the sea
Now turning a stormy green
Shouts heard by all hands
A twisting and turning tide
Lifting us higher and high
Or lowering us in its depths
Across jagged zig zagged lines
Drifting precariously out to sea

My eyes fall back inside my head
Black spirit awoken from a dream
Drifting into the starry nights
Cloaked in a thousand shadows
Hiding from all the fear
Craving terpsichorean pleasure
Dancing with my demons
Across the deck of passing time

My eyes now soft and maroon
Soaking long in deepest hues
Sighs at the midnight crossing
Deep in its own purple haze
Casting off all my worries
The faces and hands of time
Fleeting pleasure almost gone
Only then washes up on shore

Watch for those first detonations of dandelions
Exploded across the fresh green grass
The air is stirring like a highway
Of speeding bees and dragonflies
Like the drones buzzing overhead
Each equipped with a thousand eyes
Little cameras capturing many images
Capturing my aspirations about life
How much machines imitate nature
Life is an amazing circuitry of living cells
We marvel about anything we can make
While becoming trapped in a smog of success
Making all of this world feel in distress
Yet both for creatures near and far
Is adaptation and survival enough for all
If the future becomes our rally call
The battle to discover the secrets of life
Before we destroy it all in its entirety
Ignorance that proceeds enlightenment
Is such a cost none of us can afford
So watch out once again this spring
For the first detonation of dandelions
Exploding across the fresh green grass

Lord you prayed
not for You to be spared
but to be strong
withstand the devil's temptation
You willingly took the beatings
of the cruel world
even as You revealed to them
Who you really were
The Messiah, the Son of God
and that the cross you carried
was for washing of our sins
brutal, vicious and wicked men
they never believed
nor listened
if...
I can carry that cross
as of now.. I can
I wouldn't hide
nor be afraid
only that I ask
is for You
to hold my hand
give me the strength
because
I can't do it without you

Amen.

I dedicate this to my children. For they believe.
Karen, Krystynn, Camille and Sonny

As I'm gazing up at the stars above those twinkling lights to the west are so misunderstood,

What part do they play in this creation yes they are more than just decoration,

The moon reflects the sky at night but the stars set the stage for a wonderous sight,


Sometimes I want to catch a falling star and put it in a jar or under my pillow ,

To mind it ,

Atlas the star has not fallen but sprinkled its magic amongst us who dare to dream who dare look beyond into the unknown

Be not afraid when dark is nigh .

Look up into that starlight sky ,

The star is always looking down on you.



By peach.because I like to gaze at the stars,