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Caught reading again
Mark chapter one, verse fifteen:
"Time has come
Paradise is nearer than you think
it is just a special moment,
it is an Augenblick."

And when they come with a lot of arguments,
take Mark four, verse twenty six:
"When they claimed this is not what Paradise is about,
a few seeds squattered on the ground,
wasn't it a lush garden once
wasn't there eternal life?
He replied:
Whenever at History I call
such a place did not exist at all
Actually, and here I begin,
this was only public imagination.
Why would they put forward such a big demand,
why would they need all that land,
why give them such a heavy stone as eternity in their hands?
How isn't a single moment all that's for man right,
when it can be both so sweet
and so delicate light?"

Judge and be surprised,
that's what He has told.
OK then, let's try it
for what it is worth.
First test: time of childhood
And yes: there was some enjoyment.
Bicycle rides in the countryside,
gardens with flowers,
paradise in my surroundings.
Second test: when I was a young man
this time it was about the women,
impressed by their disposition,
sign of sexual transition.
And yes, once there was an evening visit of a female friend,
who sat at the table's opposite end,
one leg outstreched, the other underneath,
followed by a glance under her dress,
and finally a first kiss,
followed by an ultimate test, another treasure
a moment of adult pleasure.

Actually, you can be happy with some moments
so that when life moves to the final end,
death is not a catastrophe
but just an incident.

Aaaaah everyones writing is so fun to read!
Here's some poems from me

Sometime when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
William Stafford

If my heart was frozen, was it my own doing?
If I say this was my life then my mistakes were mine
But if I say it wasn’t then my mistakes were the river’s.
In the spring the ice shall melt and shall the river be water
And my heart shall be clear as that water the same.
My mistakes all melted and flowing away
Shall they be mine or shall they be of the river?


Goodnight Faery
Dream quite sweetly
You’ll soon arise
to the Trees’ lost cries
You’ll weep your loss
in napkins of moss
But the trees’ll be before you
yes, darker, but more true.


in the moon of the day
in the sun of the night
colors are dull
and simplicity’s bright
an oil brush traces
bright orange for black
a lamp in the darkness
so light ne’er can slack

F E A R

Reading Scripture again
one Corinthians thirteen thirteen:
"faith, hope, love and fear
and the greatest of these is fear."

Fear is a frightful thing,
such as in:
Hidden Causes
Mysteries
or Little Known Factors.
Where's, I ask,
Navigation
Control
Command
where's God
becaue of His divinity,
that is a cause
not an effect,
not with any flaws,
but perfect.

In Scriptures
You have a very minimalistic distribution
of Paradise
or Love as it is re-named
in the New Testament,
that is not a land
but a bond,
something in the middle,
some in-between,
that cannot be measured
that cannot be seen,
that comes
only at certain moments
that comes
only in it's smallest proportions.
As in Mark four:
scattered seed on the ground
of which some fall on our path
Mark fourteen:
a piece of bread which you can eat
Your body I believe
and a glass of wine you can drink
Your blood I think.
But there are some different texts
that I can better understand
Mark four thirty nine
"Even Time obeys Him:
as He says "Stop! Freeze!"
at certain moments
so that people can have an experience
that in this world they'll never find,
so that life-after,
becomes unimportant."
That life-after
that He called "after-life",
that is not a beginning
but an end.
Mark four fourty one:
"All is true the great God saith:
Those who still look for something else
Do have no faith"
And in Zarathustra ninety one twelve
I have read:
"joy doesn't need eternity
no need of that."

Here is a story I've been meaning to write for a few years, but just this past fall got around to actually writing. It's essentially a portrayal of the type of relationship I'm looking for. The qualities of the girl character and the things she says are kind of a "splicing together" of things I have observed in/heard from different girls I've had crushes on, and there are also things from my own life that I've worked into both characters.

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3298978/ ... w-Universe

Heh heh, I never really get a chance to share anything I write, so why not!

The Cashier at Panera Bread

Upon consummation of the trade,
I requested my change.
He asked for my name,
with a propitious smile
and stardust eyes.
No, steal away from me, galaxy gaze!
Stay poised, witless woman!
Anchors up!
Godspeed the mast!
Make haste to Poseidon's Valley!
In any case,
no shortage of ships in these waters
known to the mermen already.
And my vessel long bartered for a skiff
called "Solitude."
Because it seemed a better course then
to not know
rather than to know and yet not be.
And it stood to reason
a prodigious hull is easier found
by glaciers and roguish squalls.
But come now, Captain,
the tide draws ever wayward.
Give this cavalier a seafaring commission
lest he take a pirate's oath.
Aye, mate, before these ropes can meld
into my sailor's skin.
So, says I, my name is Prudence.
And with that revelation,
he simply write it on the receipt
and went about headlong
taking the cosmos with him.
An awkward breeze politely skirts the scene.


A Star's Rebuttal

O, solitude of mine,
fiery, frozen prison.
Man gazes. Man marvels. Man moves on.
They look at me in amazement.
I watch them in agony.


Untitled

It only takes one arrow
To strike me ten thousand times
The first shot from your bowstring
And all the rest from mine

^ Wow. A little Edna St. Vincent Millay, Emily Dickinson, and Sappho.

Perhaps you know this one (from memory, so it may be off):

Sweet the Bee -- but the Rose is sweeter
Quick his sting -- but the Rose stings deeper
Bee will heal -- Rose petal -- never.

If I've read it I don't immediately recall it, but the dashes give it away as being Dickinson's! (post script, I just thought to Google it and I was wrong about that)

This is one of my favorites by Dickinson, which I have written on my bathroom mirror in dry erase marker

I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room —

He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied —
"And I — for Truth — Themself are One —
We Brethren, are", He said —

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night —
We talked between the Rooms —
Until the Moss had reached our lips —
And covered up — our names —

on my blog I write stories and write about autism and my life (if this link isn't allowed, please delete):

talesbytheunexpected.be/

commenting is allowed and greatly appreciated.

Why are trees green
why’s the sky so blue
OK,
Heaven
Earth
Light,
it’s all because of You.
God.
What is it what we seek
What we want
OK
doesn’t matter
You lead us, the meek.
You take care
that we have our daily bread
then a woman
then a child
and then you turn of the light.
You even have some words
For my funeral
so that my people would not
have to cry at all

I look in the mirror
It doesn’t look good
40 years old
And almost dust.
You live every day
and I everyday my last
Hope that I can reread this
tomorrow
Hey but there’s something
that I have to discover
Before I believe in You
If you only spread the Word
The Light
Love,
Big stuff,
that I cannot carry
Or if You also have some gifts
A simple gift
Or two

This is from my second poetry collection. The eBook is called Hope Emerges.

Relaxation
I feel a relaxation
A gentle feeling,
Back into a kind of routine.
Its quite nice to be me.
 
I wondered yesterday,
How I could put meaning to things.
Instead of them being worthless,
Could I make them useful?
 
I feel a sense
of the concept opening up,
Expanding,
Allowing me to be free.
Well, not totally free.
A light pressure gone,
Allowing me to see,
A lone ray of hope,
A fork in the road,
Allowing a productive me.

This is from my first eBook about being on the Spectrum. The book is about Autustic Burn Out. It is called Successful to Burnt Out.

Chapter: Slowing Down
Back in Brisbane, Queensland I limited my parameters for working. 'Maybe not a full time job just now. Go back to temporary work.' I knew I was burnt out.
Inexplicably I was experiencing increasing flashes of frustration, anger and feeling trapped while working even week-long assignments. These didn't make sense, so I began thinking there was still something wrong with my well being. My mental state just wasn't settling down.
I began what would become years of interviews and sessions with mental health nurses, psychologists, psychiatrists and doctors. I discovered things that started to make sense of my unproductive side. I had anxiety. Mind blown. My depression was back. Bugger. I have schizoaffective disorder. Excuse me?
What I explained as a vivid imagination combined with anxiety was now called paranoia. Imagining conversations to combat loneliness was psychosis. Streaks of productivity was mania. 'Isn't that just called working?' I thought.
A psychiatrist helped a shocked yours truly to get on the Disability Pension. I further reduced my temporary jobs to a day or two here and there. Emergency relief.
Thank god I didn't have to deal with the fear and crushing obligation of having to look for work every week. I hated looking for work, partly because I never got past the interview stage.

Well, this happened. https://www.amazon.com/Writing-Speculat ... se+Foreman
One of the excerpts I use to illustrate a point about writing features an autistic teenager from Brian Tashima's Secret of the Songshell.

That looks like a book I'd read! I'm rereading one right now about creating charactor arcs.
I wouldn't pay that much for an ebook though. $5 is my limit, unless I don't have many expenses that week.

Hey, Ceramic. Yeah, 4.99 is sort of my limit, too. However, this is a textbook. And I don't get to tell the publisher what to set the price at. But I understand what you're saying. Maybe you could do me this favor: in a couple days ask your local library to buy a copy for you to check out. The print version should be ready by then, maybe even ready by now, but I would give it a few days just in case. Thanks for looking at it.

I'm in Australia, but I can certainly ask for a copy, great idea!

Hey, Ceramic,
The thought of making a sale in Australia makes me feel giddy. One of the excerpts is from a writer in Australia. You'll be able to tell by the punctuation which is different to American English.