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Kalinda
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Joined: 9 Jan 2012
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 191
Location: West Virginia

12 Dec 2012, 6:09 pm

Starry Night Lunacy

When shall my eyes stop fearing
the sharp light in which I woke up trembling
where there were these immaculate
conceptions, of stars and galaxies
yet below were the obvious realms

ever chasing a practical convoy
and our arms were outstretched
reaching out to the universe far away
till sparkling crystal stars were shed
into our hands at long last

and yet, the reflections in our tears made us blind
what we held in our hands, changed our minds
not knowing all we now know, we designed
the mirror, a device, a weapon of lies

enslaving us to war...so now, I am alone
watching as this playground has come to ruin
for we are the fallen leaves of creation
destined to reunite with the birth of the tree

In a garden of imagination, where dreams can be
free as the crystal stars, who fell into our hands
reaching out to the universe and man
one whose grace shines on...


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Your Aspie score: 159 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 61 of 200
You are very likely an Aspie

"Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better." Martin Luther King, Jr.


Kalinda
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Joined: 9 Jan 2012
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 191
Location: West Virginia

12 Dec 2012, 6:20 pm

Paradise of Cinema

Those fragrant blossoms bring
a tear streaked belladonna
who wished upon starry moonbeams
in the paradise of cinema

A brightness so illuminating
she was seen from every cloud
In the paradise of heaven
I pray someday you will come down
to the circus of light
From your theater in the sky

Where prince and clowns are alike
The belladonna looks down smiling
With thorns twisted to a promise ring
Flutter, like a bird on dewy wings

A single white rose is tossed
To the carnival below in the streets
When Paradise was almost lost
Where God and Goddess could still meet

A lonely traveler strums a tune
It's our musical melody of remembrance
For the belladonna whose beauty
Tempted the Gods with such innocence

I will always remember your grace
the song in your lips, the kiss and its taste
The Tree where nature's beasts once
Flew away into the dust in sights unseen

Your withered shadows remain
Relics etched upon the hill where you lay
My smiling Belladonna
come down from the vine, I pray
because you are not alone.


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Your Aspie score: 159 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 61 of 200
You are very likely an Aspie

"Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better." Martin Luther King, Jr.