Tag: discernment
member name: Christopher Cole
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February 18, 2008 12:33 PM EST --
The mid-winter wind blew icy cold against the window pane.
As I splashed water upon my face
to begin my morning ritual - there she was on my bathroom mirror,
scampering across its edge . . .
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October 13, 2007 07:17 AM EDT --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian who . . .
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October 21, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
If you had to answer this question what would you say?
Happiness is_ _ _ _ __ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
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August 11, 2008 05:04 AM EDT --
I came to Woodstock to Die in 1969 - an angel saved my life....
I knew it would happen. It's 3:am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm thinking about the trip I made back to Bethel NY . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:58 AM EST --
I wrote this response to an article written on an association against helping the autistic:
Listen brother, I had autism as a kid. I still suffer the aftermath with rare and isolated bouts of . . .
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January 26, 2008 08:45 PM EST --
Mellow and mild a soft wind hisses,
Beckoning me back to white wine kisses,
Purple ribbons round white fences twisted,
Peppermint moons and marshmallow fishes.
An angel's call prompts me thither, . . .
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February 26, 2008 12:06 PM EST --
First let me say I have enjoyed the sandwhich which made Philly famous since I came to this town twenty years ago. However, I ate my very last Philly cheesesteak on Saturday afternoon. . . .
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June 03, 2008 07:32 AM EDT --
I spent my entire life trying to figure that one out. I once attempted a poem to investigate this gnawing urge to comprehend human existence.
HUMAN CONDITION
Salubrious slime thinly . . .
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June 08, 2008 06:39 PM EDT --
I had a rough start in the beginning. I did not begin to read until much later than most (fifth grade). I sat squarely somewhere upon the autistic spectrum. I was intimidated and overwhelmed by . . .
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July 05, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
Stealth Rider,
I don't remember exactly when it was I decided to slip my factory pipes back onto my V Star 1100. My friends on their Harleys didn't like the quiet sound of . . .
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October 28, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
I have gained many friends since I first posted this poem:
Gnosis:
I once thought I could go it alone,
Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.
Exhausted . . .
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January 08, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
I write for the Woodstock Preservation site during the year. I received this gift in the form of an email at the beginning of the New Year from the director, Joanne. Her words were so inpsiring . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:54 PM EDT --
I was ten years old, the eldest of eight children. I grew up poor in the richest county in America in the fifties.(Westchester, NY). My early childhood was filled with the pain of psychological and physical . . .
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January 07, 2008 11:39 AM EST --
Many of us are plagued by addictions of one form or another. Most are very hurtful and destructive. With spiritual help and resolve even the most insidious can be overcome. There . . .
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May 05, 2008 07:06 AM EDT --
I turned fifty-nine years old today. Just before bed last night my grandson came into my room and asked to use the computer. I looked into his deep blue eyes and took his long black hair into . . .
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January 27, 2008 08:13 AM EST --
Frozen husk of lonely abandonment and mistrust
Relegated to outer reaches of pale gray nothingness
The tiniest flicker of godly remembrance within dimly lit
No longer caught up in the short circuit . . .
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January 30, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian . . .
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October 28, 2007 10:20 AM EDT --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . .
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January 01, 2008 09:35 AM EST --
In the summer of 1986 I was awakened in the middle of the night by a train whistle. I had fallen into a deep depression around this time burdened by a life filled with pain and self inflicted . . .
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January 22, 2008 05:52 PM EST --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . .
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