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chris2011
Over 90 days ago

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The Train Ride

Autistic boy and his weekend train ride.

Saturday’s bus and train ride was quite a challenge. We left home about 12:00 p.m. and went to our usual weekend stop at McDonald’s for your fries. Then we took the Kennedy bus to the Kennedy Station where the subway trains was not working until Victoria...

What lies tomorrow we do not know. On the narrow and straight road I desire to go. Destiny eludes our grasp and you wish that life was drawn out like a map. Nuclear tension no longer needs a prescription. Mother Nature chants a death song but few are list...

Colour

Social perspective on colour

See me, feel me, fear me. Here, there, everywhere. Spectrum of perception radiates the environment.I am melanin, skin, I am prejudice. Reflection of judgement. Red is dead, black is slack. White is not right. Brown not around. Yellow everyone’s transgress...

Lady’s World

Feelings for a lady

I have entered her world and she in mine. The skies are coloured storm cloud grey. I don’t know why? Grey is soothing, neutral. To calm the shifting tide of emotions. Sometimes it is high and at times low. I longed for her presence. I like the way she blu...

Lady Time

About a younger Lady

I call her Lady. That is what she is and will be. And time. What is time? It is the difference between us. A number. A perception. It does not exist when we are talking. My heart beats faster as my mind finds her in my crowded thoughts. I would have loved...