Ahh The Great War

The Great War is nothing great, it is a lure in many disguises, to make one feel patriotic but there are many wars the publicity is well crafted, but nothing is learned from it, except many conversations that filtered from the ether into the ears of grandad. My war was better than yours
and more myths as time passes by. THE best way would be to make men and women less violent.

Each Man Human

Each man human however history described has the potential power and will of a god, through many environments and degrees of control are burdened upon humans a sense of direction. 

To a degree or two but overburdened with rivalaries among the hordes, this is not
at times used wisely as we view or sense the troubled world. 

Our spans allow us upon terra, thus most are still not tuned for a higher experience so control versus the inate free will of that within. 

Most if not all at different levels of construction and
major or minor levels of time, limiting sensory experience upon terra earth.

A Poem About My Autisim

A Poem About My Autisim

When branches are bare and leaves gone there is no hiding place, when autism has manifested in you. Inside you, it is open season, the difference profound. The teacher once said to the student there is nothing behind his eyes.  Stunned the young man builds his mind some bricks then fall down, he builds defence, it falls and fails and stormy years evolve, but like a ship on a stormy sea, I crash through waves, I shall not sink.

Multiple personalities and accents, I meet many failures, Upwards I go. Crumbs of comfort I gain, great insight and powers evolve within. So even if you are struggling like I am, be the athelete, be the racing car, never give in, you will find your key and confidence to open that door of difference and to become the champion of your world within and then the world before you.

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