MEETING THE ALIENS.

I'm going with my friend tommorrow.  We are going to meet the aliens.  We think they own Vork-thruster mechanisms.  They are highly intelligent jelly blobs from the Blimzedy Zangs of Mrs Farmers motorbike.

Asperger-bubble.

Here I am inside my Asperger bubble.  And there is no trouble.  I feel more safer without friends or companions.  The bubble was only made for one person.  And that was always going to be me, on my own.  Sadly, I can't make friends and sustain those friendships, like other people can.  Others that can fit in can snap their fingers, and make friends so easy.  Like I say, The bubble only fits one person.  There isn't any room for two people together.  Let alone, a male and a female together as one.

I am now almost 42 years old.  I was diagnosed with back in 2009, with Asperger's/ADHD/OCD/Anankastic schizoid paranoid disorder/schizophrenia and Pathological Demand Avoidance.  But in the ATOS assesment, they did not believe all this.  It is ATOS and The Government, are now classing me as a liar.  This is the sort of ignorant attitude I was expecting from The System.  I have never felt very confident about going to places, that are unfamiliar to me.  If I don't have true and meaningful friends/people.  Then I will lose absolute confidence in those surroundings.

I am always OK, if I am left alone to get along with the opposite sex by myself.  I can then visually focus on something 100%.  But somehow, my personality ( Because Of These 2 Items Above ) can always make me become contradictory.  That's if people aren't there to offer me a little help. 

Not Adjusting To Other Peoples Demands. Mark Parry.

As a person that has been diagnosed with Asperger's.  It is very complicated for me to often accept criticism, of a harsh-type nature.  I lived a very difficult childhood.  I have learned to go by my own diverse principles.  Not the principles of others that are selfish, or full of violent malicious gossip.  I hate it when neurotypicals do that.  Their behaviour often offends me.  They are too rowdy and shouty. 

Then there is that inner feeling of discontentment, with the so-called accepted social world.  I have noticed in my home town, that my sister and I don't have many rights.  Maybe it's because accepted society see us as different.  But it's the wrong kind of being treated differently.  And we don't need that kind of general bullshit.  Life is for everyone.  Including those with AS.  We should be allowed to live a comfortable and reasonable way of life.  Just like others want to be treated. 

Then there is that obsessive compulsion, that many Asperger-people have within themselves.  It is an urge to seek a relationship with a difference.  It is not based upon neurotypical demands.  Nor is it based upon using love as a weapon of control.  I can tell you all, that Asperger people have a right to relationships too.  We were born to experience, what many accepted others take for granted everyday.  Disabled doesn't mean we are incapable of knowing what love is.  It means we analyse love in alternative ways.  We analyse the world around us, with Asperger-vision-techniques. 

NO TITLE. Mark Parry.

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Oh how I wanted to touch you.

Yesterday as the world fell apart.

But your glass cut my skin.

And I bled from deep within.

Flowing blood moving outwards.

Like a river pushing you away.

You never heard my cries.

I was all alone by myself.

No-one to talk to everyday.

Now it is night and I see a light.

In the small town of isolation.

I never belonged to your streets.

You always misread my intentions.

Kept me away from true lovers.

All by myself under the covers.

You twisted all my words.

Until your lies reveal themselves.

In the shadows of the day.



Broken Mirror by Mark Parry.

Broken Mirror.

In the eyes of a broken mirror.

I see the truth of dusk.

There are no lights where we hide.

Too many cracks in the shadows.

As I embrace the folding noose.

Behind the curtain is a beautiful scent.

The eeriness of a floating lifelessness.

I see a crystal castle with fragments of unity.

But my spirit had to lock the door.

My heart is so fragile, it spits blood.

And the streams of red rivers.

They push you away from me.

That's because I don't trust your illusions.

So I wait patiently on the otherside.

Where the mirror doesn't have an image.

Just love to set the voices free.

Encouragement. Mark Parry.

Encouragement.

Encouragement should only come from those, that really mean what they say.  Love should only be offered to others, that will return love to you in a gentle way.  If those that offer love really mean it.  Life will blossom into a velvet rose of beauty.  Those that treat you perfectly, will never design any downfalls for you to sink with the ship.  Love is not the enemy.  Life is not the enemy.  Ignorance and hate will only destroy those, that constantly try to bring you down.  Remember...Only peace and silence can restore faith, across war-torn landscapes.  Those shadows that constantly haunt you, where-ever you may roam.  They are the ghostly remnants of your unhappy past.  They should've disappeared by now.  If not...Then it is time to call Ghost Busters.

Padlocks For Eyes. Mark Parry.

Padlocks For Eyes.

Forbidden to look is the wrong hook.

With padlocks for these eyes, they miss the true prize.

A social jumble because I ain't so humble.

They're changing rules of their games.

Leaving many of us outcasts without names.

A knock on the door revealling vibes.

A perfect world hiding behind lies.

Social plans with volatile reactions.

Just go away, and leave me in my better day.

Even if I have no friends.

No lovers or protective covers.

I may dance alone in life.

But my hat shall fall where strangers call.

I make my home in a peaceful drone.

It's up to me, the best me I can be.