When I fall

When I fall
Will you be the one that picks me up
And if it happens again
Are you the one to tell me what I’m doing wrong
Even if I’m incapable of learning
Or ignorant and angry because of my own mistakes
Will you help me on my feet over and over again
Or do I look up one day and see you standing there
With all the others laughing at my autistic awkwardness
Still not understanding how my brain works

Schön ist die Welt

On a perfect early Sunday evening where earlier my family was gathered in the house for a meal now scattered over four floors and Doris Day is singing with the most wonderful angelic voice ever heard on earth in perfect German Schön ist die Welt I am now sinking back in my armchair to reminisce about that same feeling years ago in another time and place so far away and yet I am in another castle of my own but for me it doesn’t matter as I am perfectly content and the world is in fact a beautiful place and I can close my eyes.

That car is a sedan

He didn’t understand the outside world
What was in fact the world outside his head
As if he knew what “You’re an autist” meant
He just liked to put things in straight lines
Like his toy cars on a Sunday afternoon
They never asked him why he liked it so much
And they never ever understood his game
No! No! No! Not there! That car is a Sedan!

Somewhere Elsie

Her parents didn’t expect this to happen
When they were waiting for a healthy child
And the doctors did not know the cause
But they would love her always and forever

Of course they worried about later
When they would not be there anymore
Would there be someone to love her then
Where she is happy all the time

But her mind is far away in Somewhere Elsie
We can only see her like the things she’s watching
In another place that’s unknown in our world
Where she is happy all the time

Somewhere Elsie, where the sun is warm
You can see it shining in her smile

Somewhere, Elsie

Time traveling

Many years ago I lived in England for a few years, I am sure I have told you all about it on many occasions. Even though I love my life in Swampyland, the love of my life my wife, and my four children and all the friends I have here, I do long to be there at times.

I think it has to do with all these great memories I have of those good time I had as a young man, being in England, having friends around me there (just as I have them around me here nowadays) and not in the least the British food. Yes, there are times I wish I could just pop over for a pint or a proper English meal.

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Love over Gold

From the time when the heating went out in winter and we got snowed in and hills were hard to take with a pushbike.

When we had to choose between Home and Away and Coronation Street, and we were absolutely sure we had seen The Grey Lady and Castle Hill wasn’t hollowed out yet.

When we found time to go out together and drink a pint or two or more, when we lived high above the ground in a castle and had parties every weekend. And life was never dull.

We have something that others don’t have and it is friendship.

Sign this petition!

Yes I know, I am not a keen sharer of petitions because I have the feeling it never helps and I must admit, even this one will probably be of little interest to you but today I must act. I urge you to sign a petition. I just did, wholeheartedly. You see, I am what they call an anglophile, I love England.

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I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more. Ok, maybe I won’t do exactly that though but only because I am physically incapable of walking that far.

I am now back home and I’m playing this The Proclaimers CD I once bought in England when I was young. It reminds me of good times and it makes me happy.

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