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03 Jul 2005, 12:24 am
2)...Statements by Ghosthunter!
reality and darkness prevailed and
revealed wrote:
revealed wrote:
I sit here at Starbucks near Borders in Reno.
Silent be my heart, wounded by deaths gaze
upon the truth that if you folks meet me, am
I that evil?
I have before me my cheer me up chocalate
chip cookie, tall coffee, and venti-sized ice water!
Cheer be not in my heart, but the reminder that
I am cursed!
I wear black teeshirt and shorts and for a few
days I am being my normal autistic self and
free of days of darkness that prevail in my
heart. "Ok! Ghost"-sighing be the eye's that
gaze at me, I find you boring and monotuous!
fills my brain.
Child lost to light and casted gazed upon deaths
door to realize that all is lost! slain be the slayer
wounds that cut so deep. The dragon wins sometimes
but will not let you die, but be reminded that
darkness was at age 3-5, and still is at 38.
I can dispense and help others, but fear that
if you meet me will this dragon slain me again
as I gaze upon deaths door and not able, nor
intending to enter, but gently be reminded
you are of light and darkness and the infinite
silence.
Light to others to light their ways, but darkness
follows in the sages steps! Darkness of not
being able to truly express because those you
thought kinder in spirit, care, and with open
kindness reveal the truth. God bless them,
I am darkness and hide it not.
I give you light and a new chance at life, viewer
of my infinite giving. I die and gaze knowing
that infinite darkness will not slain me, but
show me deaths door.
Silent be my heart, wounded by deaths gaze
upon the truth that if you folks meet me, am
I that evil?
I have before me my cheer me up chocalate
chip cookie, tall coffee, and venti-sized ice water!
Cheer be not in my heart, but the reminder that
I am cursed!
I wear black teeshirt and shorts and for a few
days I am being my normal autistic self and
free of days of darkness that prevail in my
heart. "Ok! Ghost"-sighing be the eye's that
gaze at me, I find you boring and monotuous!
fills my brain.
Child lost to light and casted gazed upon deaths
door to realize that all is lost! slain be the slayer
wounds that cut so deep. The dragon wins sometimes
but will not let you die, but be reminded that
darkness was at age 3-5, and still is at 38.
I can dispense and help others, but fear that
if you meet me will this dragon slain me again
as I gaze upon deaths door and not able, nor
intending to enter, but gently be reminded
you are of light and darkness and the infinite
silence.
Light to others to light their ways, but darkness
follows in the sages steps! Darkness of not
being able to truly express because those you
thought kinder in spirit, care, and with open
kindness reveal the truth. God bless them,
I am darkness and hide it not.
I give you light and a new chance at life, viewer
of my infinite giving. I die and gaze knowing
that infinite darkness will not slain me, but
show me deaths door.
I am eating with magic and hilary. We go to a
mexican restraunt. I am flowing without
consciousness that bores those who meet me
face to face.
I speak at them, not to them and they say ever
so gingerly, and sincerely, bless their hearts that
I repeat myself, and go on-and on-on- in repeative
words and tones. They speak the truth, and my
darkness has taken over to give you folks on line
life and myself death door gazed upon.
I have tainted, and ruined my hope that
even the HFA and AS could tolerate me
in person.
She, Hilary, bless her heart say's the truth!
"I talk too much", because I wasn't dwelling
in my darkness and was being myself.
He, magic, bless his heart is in silent agreement.
they magic and hilary are right, I do talk to
much.
They did nothing wrong! They did more good
and validated why I went to Reno before I tainted
the rest of you with my curse of being that of
darkness.
My gift to you folks at WrongPlanet wrote:
So here is my light to you, take it freely, because
it is all that I can give. I lived and will probly live
in the shadows until deaths door opens and lets
me in. The time isn't now, but taint you not with
my overexpressiveness and give my light to you
freely, for it inspires me, and my darkness is all
I can, it seems, to be offered in reward"
it is all that I can give. I lived and will probly live
in the shadows until deaths door opens and lets
me in. The time isn't now, but taint you not with
my overexpressiveness and give my light to you
freely, for it inspires me, and my darkness is all
I can, it seems, to be offered in reward"
I wear my black wool pants, and green jacket
again. I am not relaxed about something.
I wear my shorts and black teeshirt, all is good!
I wear this green wool jacket and black slack
and why? I find out that the average AS and
HFA is not imune to my HFA-Darkness curse.
So I will continue my journey in silence. Tainting
you not with this curse. God-Bless that you cannot
see this vile creature that is me, and only hear
it's light giving heart! "Oh! G.H"-implied you
talk too much says the average AS and HFA
and so must I re-hide in the shadows of you
computer screen so this reched creature will
not taint you with it's curse in person!
A dark Poem wrote:
Candle life flicker within me as I give to those
freely. From the slayer you are saved by my
sword, and dragon slays to remind me
some more.
Darkness in heart fills the sky and gazes
of the masses see the door called death
and enter, Thus enter not slayer of darkness
for you and the dragon are one.
Still be the stream and gone is the dream.
spilt be the blood of this heart giving and
shunted in days of present and past.
Slayer of dragons, to be slain so you
can percieve the light from my many
deaths, in deaths gazing door!
freely. From the slayer you are saved by my
sword, and dragon slays to remind me
some more.
Darkness in heart fills the sky and gazes
of the masses see the door called death
and enter, Thus enter not slayer of darkness
for you and the dragon are one.
Still be the stream and gone is the dream.
spilt be the blood of this heart giving and
shunted in days of present and past.
Slayer of dragons, to be slain so you
can percieve the light from my many
deaths, in deaths gazing door!
But don't take this as a negative. It is a wakeup
call that I thank Magic and Hilary for. They have
awakened my eyes to how I am, and probly will
be. I feel that I don't want to taint the rest of
you
....So god bless you Magic, for revealing my
inner truth I try to hide in silence.
....So god bless you Hilary, for revealing that
this child of light and darkness must return to
silence and have no future face to faces, because
I tainted and seen my inner dragon that I don't
want you guys to see!
Thankyou for saving others, and myself from
anymore illusion that I can dwell in one's light
Bang! But Truth is Truth and I must heed it
guiding light
Blam! Blam! and down goes the curtain
03 Jul 2005, 1:25 am
That's sad, Ghosthunter. You know, after meeting some people with AS, and coming to these online places, I came to similar conclusions about myself. When I'm with others I either go on and on; or, say nothing at all. People just don't like that.
Ghosthunter wrote:
as I gaze upon deaths door and not able, nor
intending to enter...
intending to enter...
Hmm... as one gets older, that door becomes a familiar part of the scenery.
Anyway, I don't have your gift for verse, but when I read what you write I tend to think of this, part of a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount where streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! Bloom for who ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
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