Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan.. Windy.. Sticky
Partners in Cooling and Coming Death
Friends.. Neighborhood Block PArties
escaping inside walls of heat
back to front porches with
neighborhood sharing
of food alike.. wHere
people rule over
cold heaRted
electronic
devices
without
eyes
or flesh
A Prayer
A Harbinger
Cooling
A bringer of Flooding
Death.. BUT a GREAT Force of
Nature with always more to say
than cold heArted devices
with little spiRit expressing
Humanity’s SoUl
BREEZE
EYES of IVAN’s TRUTH
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And as a LONGER 33 note.. Ivan is much MORE than
THAT to me.. Ivan brings major
change in life that will
eventually bring
walls down in life..
destroying a
work building
consolidating
a department
of humans in few
too rooms..a Navy
Headquarters Building with
a Wicked Witch of North.. East..
South.. and West Winds.. where
she dictates stress that becomes
chronic for most.. and eventually
almost death for me.. but
THAT Kiss of Darkness..
by Witch
and Ivan
alike.. truly a
DARK gift that brings
Forever Now Heaven to me
Oh.. friends of
dark.. both
Leaders
AND Flooding
Winds.. No
one enters
A GreaTEST LIGHT
without Darkness too..
for me both Witch and Ivan Same..
Saviors in Dark clothes.. a witches brew and breeze…
Sitting in the OFFICE Storm of A Female Witch Captain..
with a Bigger Katrina brewing out at sea..
Ivan challenge past.. the potential
future beyond imagination of
destruction.. as winds move
past 190 miles an
hour.. IN EYE
ENgulfing
gulf..
to MASSIVE
proportions..
electricity
of human
hair standing
on end everywhere one
goes as if the end
of the world
is really
coming
this time
for sure..
boardING up
windows in
sultry ending
August DOG..
days of 2005..
wondering if this
house will stand as
the measure of Ivan
tears the roof to shreds
of shingles spread out
in neighbor’s grasses..
a veer to the left and
New Orleans and
Biloxi face a
new measure
of the force
of nature
in flooding
death and
destruction
where Mississippi
Harrison county
county beaches
dunes.. businesses
and homes.. are wiped
off the
map with
Biloxi casino’s
swept away in winds
of Nature.. with the
human gamble of tempting
Nature’s Winds of evening
Earth’s heat.. close to
coast.. tHere is NO
restraint of a
Mother’s scorn..
to settle a
score of
heat
of
earth..
and Katrina
is A baddest
Mother
of HER
ALL..:)
And yes.. in the third week
of August.. 1969.. 9 years
old.. i go to bed..
with a direct hit
predicted from
Camille.. A
biggest
baddest
Mother
of before..
She takes
a left turn..
and if not who knows
what will be of my life
now.. or my family living
on River Front life of low lying River waters…
Until Hurricane Ivan comes.. Hurricanes excite
me.. i wanna see the biggest baddest one
of all.. so yes.. i’ve seen
them ALL ENOUGH.. SO IN
2008.. I TELL
THEM TO
GO TO HELL
AND NEVER
COME BACK
HERE AGAIN..
And no..
they have NOT..
come back again..
HERE.. be careful
what one wishes for or NOT..
as bigger wishes of dark
make greaTEST NIGHTMARES
COME TRUE.. FOR OTHERS TOO…
AND KARMA IS A REAL B88cH..
WHEN NOT PROPERLY
EXERCISED AND
PRACTICED ALL
NOWS ALWAYS
NOW…
Ah.. in greaTEST Summer
Heat.. often flowers most
Beautiful colors of ALL..
Challenge..
Nature’s Truth..
And Bountiful
Harvest in
Greater
Colors of LIFE..:)
Ah.. Dog Day rooms with AC
prison.. electronic
devices.. often
trap us..
without
Porches of Breeze
and Connections
of Flesh and Blood..
in EyES of human Life…
Twilight Zone comes
Truth Inside of
dark heArt
dog
days..);
Yes.. what greater prayer of Art
can tHere be than to
create and reproduce
LIfe as NOW for
ART in all
expressions
of Nature
comes
in and goes
out wITh..
wHere Prayers
of Connections
Rule in A
Cricket
Song
of Life..:)
Yes.. Summer vegetables and fruit.. and all other
stuff of food.. offerings ALL year-round..
perhaps.. if the instant
gratification of
all year fruit
and vegetables
is not so easy..
People might
look forward
to enjoying
what
can
now be
taken for Granted as..
Instant Gratification..
as well as enduring
some HEAT to
get BACK to
KOOLER FEELINGS..:)
Ah.. to feel the sweat of Summer on fruits of Tropics..
oh.. to know the feel of play in child’s feet of
wonder now.. in sunshine hands of joy..
Where dog days forget..
and children’s
eyes stay.. Now..:)
A play of sweat on a play of words..
A soaking heart of spirit
Expressing rolling
Drops
of Dreams
in Soulight
Summerbrights…:)
Ending Dog Days of August..
A Hurricane Ivan for us then..
A Beloved Tall and Stately
Oak.. felled by Winds Gone
BY THAT never seem to end..
Dinosaur Skeleton Bones
Left as Rest of Oakless..
Finish off to Stump
by Oak cutter crew..
AND now all types
of plants and species
Flowers.. as Well as Oak
Thriving at Stump of Ivan’s
terrorRing Winds of Change
BrINGING New Life to Forest
Root JUST waiting to BE TREE
Thriving AlLIVing aGain.. NOW..:)
Well.. in Florida.. Dog days
begin in May and end in November..
for a full 6 month stay in Dog Day way..
and at the beginning of that May
dog day stay.. IS Orlando..
a convention of Beta
Club students.. Nerds..
sheltered life..
false sense
of courage..
running down
highway
streets
busier
city than
mine.. Fred
meets car.. side
impact through
red light.. and
from then on
throughYEAR
Senior.. i am
referred to
as CAR BANGER
as i go over the top
of hood.. bounce
back ..make
some dents
and come
up smelling
like roses
bruise free..
i am a cat
and i still
have 8 lives
left.. and on top
of that I Loved this
horrific story of ending
not nearly THAT BRIGHT..
PARTICULARLY THE SHAPES
YOUR POETRY..
DOES BRING..
GLENN..:)
Oh.. to feel humans as
furry Dog DAY
friends.. oh to
be a Social
Animal aGain..
withOut
Fear
of Love..
A Pets Death
is most allWays
a remindEr
of WHO
WE reAlly
are as human
Beings finAlly
Equal in LOVE..:)
Oh postcards of Life gone by..
Oh life of postcards
Come Life Again..:)
Rains of Dreams..
Rains of heArt..
Reins of Humidity tracing
Windowing Imagination’s
Creativity.. Emotions Spiriting
Dark and Light..
Shades
and Colors
of in between Souls
IS what Reigns most
IN Summer Paned
Memories
of Lost
and
Found..:)
Ooh.. wet sweaty summer feet..
Sandy goo between toes no treat..
Butt wait a feat of dance will start
To beat.. when toes of fairies do
Fly it varies in feathered bird beak..:)
Moths sing wings of Summer dreams..
Wings of Moth flutter nervously
Without fright.. Dreams of Summer
Never wait in realiTy of Wings
IN Moth’s Song and Dance
IN Air of fLight..:)
Windows open.. River frogs rhythm bellowing
songs of Dog Day’s humid grassy muck..
Turn the pillow over.. and over.. and over..
in hope of Kool relief.. AC finAlly
comes.. windows close.. frog
sound forgotten.. until
i miss them.. and
finAlly understand
what i lose
in bellowing
croaks
of Loving
LIFE NOW
in all the hot
and cool that
comes in for NOW..:)
Ah.. to feel the heat of passion
life.. is to taste the breath
of heArts who
still breathe..:)
Ah yes.. a midsummer’s beach reflecting
water.. white sand.. no forgiveness for
whiter human skin.. so i go later
in afternoon Summer.. to
escape the Sun’s Rays
of beach killing
Summer..:)
Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. the hotter the more humid
the better i like it.. a challenge of living
is better outside.. inside.. above..
so below.. and all
around.. FREE..:)
Hi Mary.. and i am so glad that Hurricanes.. have decided to stop coming since 2008.. in this neck of the gulf breeze coast.. and i hope it stays that way.. for the rest of my life.. and more.. but in Nature’s GOD’s eYes.. Hurricanes are a necessity to re-distribute the heat of the earth.. to allow more species the opportunity to survive.. as humans are only a speck of that totality.. where Nature rules over human’s wishes to live places still evolving as barrier Islands for good reason and purpose over human desires.. to collect.. own.. and dominate.. THAT Force of Nature.. that will have HER WAY NOW and after all human words and other expression of communication are DONE AND OVER WITH.. with smiles of course.. as that’s JUST A way it goes..:)
Oh so true.. Katzensakura.. the fierce parts of the Hurricane often come up the gulf coast.. and perhaps the saddest paRt of all the core meaning of what i write here.. is THAT is the first and last SUMMER DOG DAYS.. block party in my neighborhood.. and the first and last time that truly everyone comes together to get to know and FEEL EACH OTHER on a first name basis.. to find out who they are at heArt spiRit expressing Human soUL AS IS NOW..
Yeah.. in some neighborhoods..
folks live in prisons of their own makings..
and i dance life to overFEEL THAT PRISON OF LIFE..:)
Ah.. yes.. Himali.. a life of rich diversity and color is a life well lived..
and the more friends one connects to the more they can be busy as well..
And yes.. that is a price of a life well lived
and exercised in
PRACTICE..
busy.. busy..
focused..
busy.. busy
BES AND
BIRDS..
JUST Life’S
IT aLLWays
NOW with
heArt and
spiRit expressing
SoUl as WELL OF course
in Hurricane Winds
of Human LOVE..
WrITE ON
COURSE
WITH
INTENDED
WiNDS
OF WORDS
more FULLY
EMPLOYED
AS LIFE’S LIGHTHOUSE AlIVE..
IN FLESH AND BLOOD CONNECTING
Force ONE HuWOman with REST of Nature AKA
GOD.. as human budding FLOWERS SPREADING LOVE LIGHT NOW…:)
Hi.. my friend Glenn… as you know Hurricanes tend to grow from small droplets of heat fueled moisture.. to giant arms of winds.. with an eye in center that is totally calm.. as above.. so below.. inside and outside.. all around.. Hurricanes have the meaning of life too.. to grow in potential to rest when necessary.. and to be calm inside all the time now..
And in my arms and hands.. Hurricane of Words.. haha!.. that yes tends to grow over time.. with focus and passion of winds.. as well as calm at the center that is the TRUE UNCONDITIONAL PASSIONATE TOUGH LOVE GENERATOR to make all of the rest a storm of what comes as life.. in balance ..of course.. over nows of REAL..
BUT like every hurricane with an open mind.. it does its best to continue its path.. with one NOW.. expiration coming.. and a renewal of path at another place some other now of reality winds.. in path of living Life.. with Winds in Love of NOW..:)
And oh no.. i will rather live in Hurricane Alley than Tornado Alley.. any time of now.. as one has an option to evacuate if one truly does not want to risk life.. with a choice of Hurricane.. that Tornadoes often do not give.. in sporadic fits.. of evening out the atmosphere of Nature in balance as well… yes.. i will continue to ‘Date Hurricanes’.. and stay away from UNPREDICTABLE TORNADO ALLEYS..;)
Thanks Victoria.. and so true on the elements of Nature we are at the mercy of.. and as mentioned with Glenn tornadoes here are much more concerning to me.. as in 1962.. my family relates survival in a bathroom left from a rest of a house swept away by the Great Tornado of Florida.. that strikes our town and kills 17 people then.. yes a once in a century event.. but something to be concerned with never the less…
Truly though.. it is the cultural elements
that concern me much more than any of
Nature’s elements AS IT IS OFTEN elements of
INSTANT GRATIFICATION
that we see
as pleasurable
like vegetating in front of TV screens and screens in general.. our easy access to sugar and fats.. and a quick fix pill for almost every itch or pain associated discomfort.. rather than the challenges our ancestors easily meet.. in accommodating environmental necessity
OF
OBSTACLES
for adaptation and change…
Truly i love the dog days.. and the coldest days in Florida.. as it always means shorts to me.. from 18F degrees in the Winter to 120F Heat Index scales in the Summer.. i will always mix in Nature.. if FOR nothing else THAN just to
ESCAPE a SCREAM..
YES..
that famous painting for THAT screen addiction.. just by itself THAT YES.. can eventually bring to a human being… in work and play addiction to the.. tools of human.. in screens.. to get the job of work or play done.. AWAY from what we are still evolving to JUST DO to MOVE.. AND CONNECT in flesh and blood ways with other human beings.. AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD…
Yeah.. the Zombie Apocalypse.. is a real metaphor of terror as science research shows that empirically measurable levels of empathy among college age adults have decreased 30 percent in the last several decades.. obesity greater reigns among adults and childhood ranks.. with studies suggesting that a third of school age children are pre-type two diabetic.. with half the nation of adults on some of kind of prescription or over the counter pain medication with a national epidemic of people hooked on stronger prescription pain drugs..
As well as adults and children with skyrocketing
rates of psychotropic drugs prescriptions
mostly addressing chronic
human social stress related
somatic pain..
and emotional numbness in general..
OFTEN with A simple root cause of all of that.. of no longer flesh and blood socially connecting or moving continuously in a day that our hundreds of thousands of years FORAGER ancestors do as a natural component of surviving and thriving in CHALLENGES AND
SUCCESSFUL ENVIRONMENTAL ADAPTATIONS TO
intermittent reinforcement of the rewards of daily survival..
With no sugar pressing screen addictions of monkey ‘cocaine’ levers to replace the stuff that makes us human as dancers and poetic singers of life.. in connection with others and the rest of Nature.. where Apollo is the standard instead of the myth for human accomplishment in life.. with all the other myths that relate
that
Truth AND LIGHT..
Yeah.. i bring a Hurricane
WARNING..
but it is one of a Hurricane of words
moreover for THIS OVERALL
nastiness of culture..
and NOT
what Mother Nature brings
for natural earthly balance..
as a Planet Alive and Thriving
NOW
WITH US TOO..
AS AN ELEMENT OF THAT..
IN BALANCE..
But yes… there is already a movie that expresses that well..
as the iKUNG instead of iPhone humans
see the planes going over head expressing
THE ‘GODS MUST BE CRAZY’.. YES..
THE HUMAN GODS THAT RUN
CULTURE ARE INSANE..
AND THE REAL SANITY IS IN HUMAN NATURE..
NAKED DANCING WITH OTHERS HAND IN HAND.. AROUND MIDNIGHT CAMPFIRE OF DRUMS AND MOONLIT NIGHT.. NO MATTER HOW HOT OR COLD IT GETS.. OR DRY OR HUMID.. HUMANS GENERATING THEIR OWN EMOTIONAL AND SENSORY HEAT AND KOOL OF CONNECTION IN THE TRUTH OF LIGHT IN NIGHT OF HUMAN EYES RADIATING LOVE BACK TO THE STARS AS GENERATORS INSTEAD OF JUST ABSORBERS OF THE ENERGY OF OTHER CREATORS OF LIFE..
AND yeah.. my old Cat Arthur who can still jump to the counter for a treat at age 20.. BEFORE he passes away last Summer.. is a perfect metaphor for that as this cat who continues to forage for life outside and comes in for a break here and then.. for predictable subsistence too.. lives a life of sensual and emotional awareness of Nature.. and agility to move easily in life.. that our 9 year old cat who is only an inside only CAT without CLAWS knows and feels now as naps and pets.. with barely the ability to jump up on the bed.. he uses.. the night stand.. as an enabler now over
functional cat disability..
as a result of living in and WITH
the hidden dangers of instantly gratifying human culture..
Yellow Boy.. stay inside too.. with Feline Leukemia..
but as 2 year veteran as feral cat with claws.. this cat is
still alive with the Call of the Wild.. and can Feel..
Sense.. and Live THAT CALL..
even locked in a prison of home..
I am a feral hybrid of so-called civilized
and domesticated human now.. and my message is simply
THE CALL OF THE WILD..
AS TRUTH
AND LIGHT..
IN THE REAL OF
HUMAN STILL
EVOLVING
TO BE
COURAGEOUS
AND KIND IN BEING LOVE..INNATELY..
INSTINCTUALLY AND INTUITIVELY AS SUCH..
THE GREATEST GIFT OF LIFE MOVING
WITH BRAVE AND PASSIONATE..
LOVE..:)
JUST CALL ME
YELLOWBOY2..
AS
I LISTEN
WELL TO GOD’S
CALL OF THE
WILD
STILL..
ASWELLFREDNOW..:)
Ah.. the human condition Gabriella on that is simple and true when sets of eyes in smaller villages range in the hundreds of homogenous eyes instead of millions of heterogenous differences.. humans continue to evolve for sharing and cooperation for survival as a social animal cooperative group of sharing caring eyes.. however.. culture is the virus that brings and end to the human heart.. expressing spirit as that emotional heart.. in a mind and body balancing act of being
THAT IS FULLER HUMAN…
Population explosions in Japan.. and technological support to live over humans needing each other to survive.. produces clean up crews now to clean up the remains of elders having no social connection in a city stacked high in skyscrapers like Tokyo with Lemming Humans stuffed in cans back to back.. never connecting in eyes of flesh and blood.. where dogs are becoming children.. and robotic dogs are replacing flesh and blood barks.. of Love.. and young people are no longer
even interesting in connecting to physically produce the next generation at all…
All a symptom of a sick species of Animal.. named human..
When humans retreat into shells as social animals..
It is a sure sign.. of misery and suffering
and a harbinger for more
of
THAT to come beyond
sadness.. if we
do not come
up with
some kind of
solution for change..
i for one practice the
change i want to see by
connecting to the flesh and
blood world tribe wherever I
go in dance.. but that takes
courage and determination
to do that in Zombie
sidewalks
of cold
moving
eyes
of Robot
Feet..:)
Ah thanks so much.. my friend of
LimeRicks.. a shape… a word
a line or two.. perhaps three of me
or four or more.. can flow togetHeR
as one i suppose.. letting go.. we..:)
This post is dedicated to the three young women who are brave
enough to dance with me today.. for a full 30 minutes in
Free-Style Ballet through the Aisles of Super-Walmart
with smiles as wide as
the UNiVERSE
ISFREEASGOD..
WE STILL
CAN bE..
AT ANY
AGE..
just move
just move
THE SONG
and DANCE
of poeTRY
LiFE..
And no.. I do not share
my blog links with
folks under
the age
of 18
THAT is
not appropriate..
for obvious reasons..
i bring the message
in dance instead..
and it works
much
better
than
words
EVER
EVER
WILL..
AND SADLY ENOUGH..
THE YOUNGER FOLKS
ARE most only THE ONLY
ONES
WHO
HEAR IT..
but that’s
nothing
new at
all.. as history
SHOWS NOW
AND NOW
AGAIN….
But anyway with ALL this
said and done.. i AM
celebrating
my 70th
RAVE
DANCE
WEEK
THURSDAY
NIGHT
WITH
all the KOOL COLLEGE
AGE FOLKS AT OLD
SEVILLE QUARTER
IN PENSACOLA
FL.. with more
fun dance
photos
coming
AFTER
3AM..
as a prayer
fulfilled for
the GreaTest
Blessings of Life
IN JUST
Dancing and
Connecting with
the TRIBE AS FREE!
IN FLESH AND BLOOD..
AWAY FROM THE WALLS
OF THIS TWO DIMENSIONAL SCREAM!…
And of course this post is dedicated to
my
KATRINA
my
BIGGEST
CHEERLEADER
continuing
NOW
ON
(;COURSE:)
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^^^
Happy Open Link Night #153.. to all associated with dVerse.. and adding in my own style of Epic Free Verse Multi-media poetry.. as usual on Open Link Night.. and as always a busy Thursday offline Dance day.. so will be back later to read and comment on all.. with many smiles.. of course.. on course..:)
Oh I’m glad not having to suffer the toment of those hurricanes.. No matter the name (though I do recall that Andrew guy)
^^^
Welcome Back! from your vacation from writing.. Dear Bjorn.. and yes.. Andrew is one whopper of a Hurricane.. vividly still in my memory from 1992.. and AT that time no big Hurricanes yet for me to experience at home.. and believe it or not hoping it will come where i live then.. to some smaller degree.. for the excitement of that experience as well..
Well.. Erin comes in 1995.. and then we do get a little bit of Opal.. that same year.. and then Dennis rounds out my life hurricane experiences on the Panhandle of Florida.. after Ivan and Katrina…
But truly.. i think what i like most about the anticipation of a Hurricane.. is that it brings folks together in my community.. even before the Hurricane.. where a common bonding purpose.. other than divisive stuff like politics and religion.. is something everyone CAN agree to as a common purpose and goal for basic subsistence and human survival.. all time NOW..
Yes.. a common purpose.. and goal for basic subsistence of human survival is the oil for human social cooperation.. perhaps we as a world are too spoiled to LOVE..
PERHAPS THAT IS FIXinGTO CHANGE..
PLAYING THE STORM ALERT MUSIC
ONE MORE TIME for the 7th NOW..
WITH SMILES
AND
WINKS..
IF I HAVE TO
BECOME THE
DEVIL.. TO DO
IT.. PERHAPS
I WILL..
Hmm… IS THAT
metaphor
or
NOT..;)
Ah yes, more like it, a big dose, a larger gulp of poetic Hurricane Fred. Still shocked by the note U left telling me how U were struck by a car as a young man, & didn’t even get a broken bone. Your spirit guides are strong, sir. Dance some for me tonight.
Haha.. i am the medicine.. huh..
winks and smiles.. yes.. life
is stranger than
any fiction
ever imagined..
at least by me..
wITh Spirit Guide
inside.. outside
above.. below..
and
ALL AROUND
ME..
THAT’S HARD TO MISS..
for some FOLKS like
ME and
US..:)
And oh my goodness you bring
a reminder OF ONE Of the most psychologically
sychronistic meaningful eventS of my life..
by mentioning a
Hurricane of Fred..
Well.. with Hurricane
Frederick back in 1979..
there is no flesh and
blood Katrina for me
then.. but she is living
in the area at 9 years of
age.. and me 19 with a
recently broken First
Love relationship
with a SWEET
SIXTEEN
old Sonia..
who i believe
and FEEL is the
first and last for
me at the tender age
of 19 then.. but anyWHO
it seems that every time
i am on the verge of breaking..
something in culture breaks too..
from the day of Hurricane Frederick..
to Erin.. when chronic work stress is
breaking me down.. to Ivan and Katrina..
to Dennis where the tourniquet on my
heart.. soul.. and spirit.. is
killing me everynow.. to
911.. a cultural instead
of Nature storm
in 2001..
to the giant
Hurricanes
of the Summer
of 2008.. the only
thing of Interest
keeping my mind off
the worst known
pain to humankind
then.. Life is
Greatnow..
and the
Hurricanes
are gone HERE..
and as mentioned
before.. i pay no
attention to my
special lifelong
Interest of Hurricanes
anymore on the 8’s of
every weather channel
of Summer Storm Dreaming
in days before.. Life is
interesting enough
without culture
or nature
storms
for
me
ALLNOW..
hmm and perhaps
THAT is a great
thing OVERALL..
Ugh
OH..!
i am
just informed
that there is a
Hurricane Fred and Kate..
scheduled for this year..
THAT might
not be
a good
sign
or
NOT..;)
This is quite an intriguing form.. nice pictures 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
You know Sannaa Rizvi.. i don’t miss much in life..
eyes that see it all as a gift and curse
of heart.. spirit.. and soul..
but i feel when i see you
tell so may folks
on the
dVerse trail
when i come up
later to
make
my poetic
comments
after most
all are finished..
THAT when you
say lots
of love
you mean
it and it is not
just a how ya
doing.. or
how’s ya
day going..
and i Laud THAT..
and enjoy your poetry
too.. with smiles and
LOTS OF LOVE.. TOO..:)
^^^
August 6th.. and the Dog Days of Summer coming to an end.. a post by you on May 13th.. and a wonderful assurance that you are alive and well.. this month too.. and in my online journeys i come across a spirit like you.. in fact i have to look twice to make sure it is not you speaking on another blog.. as this person says lovely comments of love to all who visit her blog.. and she tells me almost immediately that her blog is equally mine as hers.. just as you do when i first come here..
It is that loving connection with others that makes a blog magic.. no matter what the form or substance of the words that come from heart expressed as spirit of mind and body balanced soul of human are.. Yes.. it is the connection and the LOVE that counts and that has never changed for social animals.. humans or dogs.. the same..
A happy human is a human who connects.. reaching out to others.. when all cold days can and do finally end of heart.. expressed spirit of soul.. but anyway.. it’s good to know and feel you are still here somewhere and all that reach of my eyes of heart in spirit expressed soul.. still touches yours as well somewhere as bond of Friendship Love can be the strongest of all..
And finally with me.. coming up to my 4000th mile of Dance Walking this month.. as i start that Journey shortly after my recovery when i meet you back in July of 2013.. and now up to 11 million words of Hurricane wordy me.. hehe.. since November 26th 2010.. and yeah.. you still blow some of that wind at my back.. from your Kind and Courageous… Unconditional Words of Love.. back in the Summer of 2013..
I am always praying and hoping.. that your Love will come back here to connect with so many other Eyes of Love as it does before.. but i know and FEEL Full ocean of life.. the calm waters.. the growing waves.. the Tsunami’s spreading of this and that.. and Tidal Wives that seem to wash it all away with flooding water of eyes as well.. but any effort to spark a heArt.. a soUl.. a spiRit.. is beyond a price of earthly gold.. for it is the feelings of US
that make
US
US
with LOVE
MY FRIEND..
AND AS ALWAYS
SEE YOU ON THE 6TH…:)
Your metaphors and your use to describing weather. Is to me awesome! and fascinating.
Love the way you express yourself and Thank you for writing this piece.
🙂
Thanks so much for the visit charliezero1.. and will be by to visit your place soon.. as well.. i Love the weather in all beauty and terror it brings.. and yes.. thanks for the appreciation of how i express myself.. as it is free as air of wings.. and storms of dew lit night as well..:)
You’re welcome. And yes, hope to see you soon on my page. You will trip out on the poem I posted.
HA! JUST finished the trip
and copied my
pArt of yoUr
trip
here..;)
Ah.. yes.. the psychedelic dreamS
of reality is a REAL PLACE.. some of us are
blessed to get there with dance alonE..
and others need a little help along
the way with other stuff..
but when i dance
people sense
that place in me..
and ask me what is it..
DMT (Molly).. LSD..
Cocaine.. or
what is the
substance
that you are on..
that takes you to this
place so plain to feel
in feeling your
energy now..
radiating
from within
like a Nuclear
Engine of
Energy
YOU and What
then i tale them
Practice
my friend..
JUST
PRACTICE being
you.. as i be me..
in all free ways of
living NOW.. and
then you too..
my friend
can have
some of
WHAT
I AM
ON TOO..
SMILES
FRIEND..
LIVING IS
HEAVEN
FOR THOSE
OF US WHO
KNOW TO FEEL
N-LOOK WITHIN
TO FIND IT NOW..
AND PRACTICE WHATEVER
WAYS WORK TO STAY THERE
NOWONEMOREEVERFOREVERMORE
ONENOWDOINGITJUSTDOINGITNOW!..:)
Not just cool.. amazing..
and glad to hear you don’t have
to use drugs to get tHere either..
that’s the best way..
to control IT..
from
withIN..:)
Yes.. a seasHore of Uni-Verse in BliSs.. in torrid waves..
whEre soUl of crystalized sAnd.. becomes diamondized
spiRit of human heArt… a place in skeYes of all before..
a place WE are as US.. free polishing souls aLiVE NOW..
(:..Welcome Back Bjorn..:)
Ah.. memory.. genetic memory.. all these
millions long years.. inside we are
the dragon fly.. the whale..
the bird from dinosaurs..
our arms are wings
and fins.. nails are
claws.. furry ones
all that separates
us is forgetting
to remember
who WE
ARE..:)
Oh.. only they kNew..
UniversemultiOnesexistingwareness..
moving senses.. emotions.. human.. being..
wheRe dance.. colors.. sound.. are emotions..
light.. dark.. senses.. emotions too..
Blanket Existence..
WE live as ALL..
some never realizing..
moving.. feeling.. sensing..
WE ARE Universal eYes.. Truth LiGht..
PoeTic expressiOns.. color.. music..
DANCE WE ARE aLive.. painTing NOW..:)
Fortunately.. for those who live in mindful awareness
of feelings and senses as one with environment..
words and memories are meaningless
illusions that never exist
at all.. for
those who live life
in feeling sensing
Truth and Light
like that..
there is never
fear of losing
memory
or
words
to LiGht a life
in Truth of
Living Now..
and the best way
to feel that is on the
smiling face of
a person
with
dementia..
Thanks GOD..
the feelings are the
last to go.. for me
i lose them first
and finAlly
learn
the
meaning
of
SENSING
FEELING
LIFE..
wHere words
and memories
are only
practice
to
escape
THAT..:)
AteaRaGain..:)
Write a poem in 10
consecutive letters…
emoticons and
periodsallowed..13
SmIles..;)7
IT ALL
aveRages..7
out when ALL
is said
and
doNe..:)4
forNoW..:)6
GoD<3
40/4IS10..:)
10IS1
The beauty of your ‘Cinemagenic’ Poetry
IS IT takes one back to non-verbal
sensory feeling life..
rather than texting
it to death..
when actors
become more
real than players
of life.. the reality
you portray here is Truth
of past where humans are not
even
pArt
of a
play
or PlayLIFE…NOW..
Do you ever notice
(rhetorical
question.. i kNow
you do..;)
THAT in old films
everyone
sounds
like a
Poet
reciting
LIFE from
heArt rather
than just
living
a
Script
without
HeArt..
My 94 year
old Aunt who lived
in a world of story
taling before TV
and Radio at
ALL.. always
sounded
like a
Poem
ALIVE..
OH GOD i wanted
THAT so badNOW
THENin’08ah..
OHGOD i just
wanted to
LIVE like her
at 94.. and
NOWTHEGIFT
is mine.. she
was my YODA..
her name way Jettie
NOT standard Jedi..
I can NOT talk
then.. barely..
but i LISTEN
and NOW i
liVe
a Poem Play
as Well..:)
The GIFT
is not yet
DEAD..
thanks to
people who
still live IT
like YOU
and HER..:)
I guess the first step is to look within..
and truly for years.. it is all external..
a rat race.. of energies stolen..
perhaps a couple of hours
on an Interstate road..
or a power outage
from storms..
sooner or
later if
we are lucky
as fate will have it..
a draw within makes
human painting come fuller
alive in colors.. away from drab
grays of culture.. the power lives within
Just waiting.. tapping.. a higher US in FLOW..:)
Oh.. Dark Raven poems of Poe..
wHere no boat is free to Row..
Human heArt no longer Grows..
But wind comes with wingBow..
Human Being comes to Glow..:)
Ugh.. Decimated for Dinner..
can’t help but to think about
‘To Serve Human’.. the Dinner
Version of the Twilight Zone
Server in Black Book Form..:)
I suppose every human is created to create
and oh so many colors that comes in across
a span of life.. so much potential.. watered..
so much potential.. lost.. when no rain of US
waters each other.. through droughts of Life..:)
Grandfather born in Ireland.. a Song
of Irish Dance in my shoes.. a longing
comes for me from ‘Titanic’.. THAT Irish
Jig they do.. i don’t know if friend Maggie
somewhere.. 3+ Decades my Junior is Irish..
But last night i am on A ‘Titanic’ Singing
Dance of Irish Feat True.. This helping me..
Remembering Fulfilling Dream.. Irish Maiden
Song now.. Gold heArt is MineD for NOW..:)
A wise man once tells me the brain goes
wacky when it thinks there is no escape
as Catch 22 comes.. oh to master
that device.. of human
being.. is to
live free..
with or without
the permission of others..
but an escape comes first..
most often before free can even
be possible.. for wings that must
earn their way to free humanity..:)
The greaTest saint is the saint
willing to become the devil
sentenced to hell
for price
of
LOVE
similar to THAT
Dracula movie
earlier this
year that
illustrates
this point
well.. yes..
it is often
the Judas
who bleeds Most..:)
Real Love is the drug that cures most ills..
Finding Real Love is often the challenge
of ‘JOB’ for those who are abused by
others.. no matter beauty.. money..
or style.. the soUl
is all thEre
is.. and without
spiRit expression of
an emotional heArt..
there can be no sOul
WHO lives free for Now..:)
^^^
Please DON’T MAKE ME DO STUFF.. yes.. that’s the way Katrina sees me most.. hehe.. but anyway.. off celebrating MY 70TH Thursday Night Week of Rave Dancing at Old Seville Quarter in Pensacola Florida.. with all the cool college age Folks.. NO.. no ONE makes me dance their way except for GOD.. my co-pilot and Navigator of FREE STYLE MARTIAL ARTS/BALLET DANCE!… FLOWING LIKE A BUTTERFLY TIGER ON TERRESTRIAL EARTH.. AND SMILING ALL THE WAY.. INSIDE.. AND YEAH.. SOMETIMES OUT.. AS WELL.. particularly WITH my regular dance Girl FRIENDS.. YES.. they make me smile.. if are hearing me say that.. COURTNEY.. CHELSEA.. AND MAGGIE and all the REST.. LOVE YA TOO.. WITH SMILES..smile EMOTICON!…:)
And yes.. as pictured in the photos above.. Maggie and Chelsea show up and MAKE ME SMILE ON THE OUTSIDE TOO..
And if you are listening Courtney.. hi to you too.. and see next time.. with LOVE too..:)
Arresting images, pictorial and otherwise. Hope I am commenting in the right place; it’s a bit hard to be sure.
Thanks so much Snakypoet for dropping.. by.. and yes.. you are in precisely the correct place to leave a comment.. smiles.. all the way to the bottom of this labyrinth of STUFF.. smiles again.. and thanks for the nice words of appreciation.. and hope your nows are always great..:)
Hi there, Trust you danced your nuts off, my friend. Great counterpoints here achieved throughout with Ivan! Very fresh and stimulating as always… Scottie xxx
Hello Scott.. thanks so much for the visit and words of interest in what i do here.. and oh goodness the best part of last night as i tend to dance ‘them’ off everyday.. is Seville Quarter.. a huge Entertainment and Bar Complex goes smoke free last night.. and this is the first Friday morning in 70 weeks of dance that i wake up without a cigarette smoke hangover with a dull headache and of course that lingering smell all over my body.. and i swear every Friday.. the effects of all that cigarette smoke even makeS me look haggard and my real age.. i guess.. haha!.. with deeper wrinkles and a hoarse voice and everything else.. and now if they can just do that at the Casino’s we visit once a month.. coming this Saturday too.. but not nearly as bad there.. as the air filtrations systems are advanced and work quite well… and I do not literally smell like a cigarette stick from head to toe or my wife.. when we get in our car.. smiles.. with FRESH AIR.. and be by your place.. later friend..:)
Nature always has more to say! Love this!
Hi Jenny.. thAnks for
dropPing by anD NatURe
is NOT finishEd
speaKing
yEt..
iNfAct..
sHe IS beGinNing
to sPeak.. MOReNOW..:)
Lovely images and exhaustive narrations. You really put time into this Katie! Such dedication!
Hank
Hi Hank.. thanks for stopping by with those honest words of appreciation and respect.. and truly i am a driven HUman in all waking hours.. of song.. dance.. and in general
ARTPLAY.. YESIT’SALLFUN..
that’s the best pArt for me..
and yeah.. not
everyone gets to spend..
365/7 ACTUALLY DOING ART..
so this obviously
is not
the standard..
well beyond
the bell
curve
of
HUMAN
ART.. OH HOW
I WISH MORE PEOPLE
ARE ENABLED AS ART..
instead of cogs
in a machine
just waiting
for the
next
coded
external
command
beyond
WITHiN
as
ART
of
heART
expresSing
SoUl
as
SpiRit
unlimitING
by controllIng
hAnds of subjuGating
and FeAr mongeRing
SO-CallED HuMANS..:)
Funny.. some folks wonder what a man who lives two thousand years ago.. will JUST DO.. IF alive today.. funny.. considering scholars suggest we only have 18% of his original words then… but you Know AND FEEL what.. i wonder and JUST DO.. WHAT WILL GOD REaLLY DO IF MANIFEST IN FLESH AND BLOOD HUMAN.. WELL.. obviously as manifest as CAT GOD will roll around in the midday SUN in SAND just to be content alive.. feeling and sensing SAND and SUN together as ONE FORCE of CAT.. THE SAME APPLIES TO the cat who hugs the midnight grass JUST to be content as Leaves of Grass and Moon as one force of CAT.. until the hunt to live starts all over again.. for subsistence and in general SURVIVAL..
So what will a human maNiFestaTion of GOD
fullER do to experience ALL the GIFT of LIFE
THAT IS maNiFest togeTheR
AS ALL CREATION NOW..
Well.. i suggest that THiS reflecTion of GOD
will be best expressed AS musicians..
dancers.. painters..
singers.. IN
FEELING
ALL ARTISTS..
IN FACT OF POTENTIAL
GREAtEST EXPERIENCE OF
LIVING LIFE NOW IN
APPRECIATING A
REAL HEAVEN NOW..
JUST CONTENT..
AT LEAST FOR
US
IT
WORKS
IN
PRACTICE
ALLWAYS
NOW
AS ONE
FORCE
OF LIVING
ART..
TrULY.. THE THREE LETTER
WORD GOD WILL BE BEST
EXPRESSING AS THE THREE
LETTER WORD ART.. JUST IMAGINE
WHAT LIFE WILL BE IF HUMANS
WORSHIP ART.. INSTEAD OF
A THREE LETTER WORD..
ART IS JUST DOING IT
NOW IN FLOW
JUST LETTING
ALL ILLUSIONS
GO..
ART IS
NO
NOUN..
ART
IS
JUST
DO
IN
G
ITASIS
IS
!NOW!
!GODISART!
I honestly have no idea how you’re so beautifully productive in a single post!
Hi Madeleine.. thanks for the kind words.. and honestly haha! i have no idea either.. it’s something i really don’t think about in terms of productivity each day in a post.. in fact.. i rarely think when i type at all.. it’s amazing that it makes any sense at all.. but it seems like there is some force guiding my fingers.. or perhaps it is just practice and flow.. and i guess that is the same thing anyway.. smiles.. hope your now is going great.. and this thing isn’t finished yet.. as i continue to prepare for the next post too.. however.. that may flow too..:)
^^^
Hi ‘Prajakta’.. a symptom of a human being out of balance.. is when someone asks what have you been up to and you only have two words to respond with ‘working working’.. THAT was me for many years in the 9 to 5 grind.. with little to say..IN fight or flight.. survival mode.. administrating.. supervising.. mega multi-tasking computer MIND mechanical cognition activities… in financial management.. technical writing.. accounting.. personnel.. information technology associated duties.. etc.. etc.. etc..
Little to NO time for socializing.. re-creating.. and almost zero time or even with an understanding HOW to PLAY ANYMORE…
RE-CREATION is REQUIRED to keep human fresh and enthusiastic about life.. and truly human being play as creative dancers as foragers in flesh and blood touchy feely connections with an entire tribe as village to get the job of life done is a way of human being for hundreds of thousands of years…
Classical evolution is very slow.. Epigenetic and Neuroplastic change in one lifetime can be fast.. but when folks look to these terms they see the bright side of change after a major injury to the brain or rest of body.. BUT the dark side is much more prevalent in our society.. as we become functionality disabled social animals…
It can be hard to truly fully understand and FEEL this until something really catastrophic happens.. one is totally separated from the work world and culture as it stands.. and one has some time to really spend by themselves to reflect on what human being even means..
i am fortunate as my background in college is three degrees in Social Sciences Interdisciplinary.. Health Science.. and Anthropology.. as i VAGUELY FEEL then in college that my straight A’s in mechanical cognition school activities are slowly killing my zest for life.. and human being in general…
No degrees for a fancy job for sure.. but degrees to learn about the human condition and what makes human being tick.. and TOCK.. and truly THAT wasn’t nearly enough as only life experience can teach…
Truly for me it’s simple NOW.. MOVE.. CONNECT.. and CREATE NOW.. yes in that order of importance.. and these are human muscles that range from biceps to emotional heart.. that MUST be used or will be lost in Negative Epigenetic and Neuroplastic Functional Disability in one life..
So yeah.. i make the Art of Happiness a Science and Practice it like an Art.. and the truth is in flesh and blood life people view me as the happiest person they’ve ever met.. and the truth is i can’t imagine being any HAPPIER than i am now.. but i feel there is room to be even happier.. and i am talking about a calm type of happiness that is never exhausting and always balanced where there are NO BIG ups and downs no matter how fast folks may view me dance.. talk or type.. smiles..
And i share all i know and feel of what works for me.. with the entire world.. as i have zero fear or anxiety.. to show what it is to be the happiest person I know and feel in the world… and yes.. i have the opposite perspective as well.. for THOSE many years.. in the polar other position of being deader than dead alive.. SO if i can come back from what i’ve come back from.. there must be a science to this human happiness thing that works.. at least for me.. smiles..
Yes it is ART OF HUMAN BEING CONTINUOUSLY PRACTICED ALL THE TIME NOW.. and society’s ever growing negative epigenetic and neuroplastic functionally disabling reality for human being is MECHANICAL COGNITION AS SYSTEMIZING SCIENCE MIND practiced most of the day behind a scream of 2D screen.. beyond the terror of any Twilight Zone show.. as one can totally not know OR FEEL they even live the Blue Pill Matrix.. without a balance of the red pill for a GREEN PILL REALITY..
The Oracle is the Truth and Light.. the Architect is never ever truly FULLY human being… ALONE WITH HIS OR HER COMPUTER…
And yes.. although I am retired now.. i could still be happy working as long as i am connecting to human beings in flesh and blood ways… and serving them instead of ruling them.. with cold hard mechanical cognition activities.. but I am born an empath.. and that is what makes empaths happy.. particularly if they are raised with a touchy feely unconditionally loving parent.. as is my greatest blessing with my Mother ‘Saint Helen’.. on that part of life.. the most important part that will predict if a person has even the capacity to ever be satisfied with the Power of Love.. overfilling all there is for Life.. as Light.. and Truth..:)
Sorry that is long.. TRULY too long for most people to wade through in our modern Twitter World.. but no matter who i meet.. stranger or friend.. i can’t help but to relate this.. ’cause IF I heard this when I am 45.. perhaps I might not have gone to REAL HUMAN Hell for over 5 years.. they don’t teach you how to be human in school.. not even in those three degree I received.. and yeah.. there’s much more to it than that.. as my 11 million other words typed online since November of 2010 suggest..:)
But still so simple to me now..
MOVE.. CONNECT.. CREATE…
AKA
PLAY LIFE..
INSTEAD OF
STAY LIFE..
A GREEN PILL
OF LIFE IS ALIVE..:)
The sad reality is.. there may be
no way some folks can escape
THAT ‘Blue Pill Reality’.. as
society is designed
now with
humans
as
cogs
in a
machine..
The ‘Terminator
Series’ IS a metaphor
for REALITY NOW2..:)
^^^
I make interesting friendships wherever I go..;)
^^^
I make interesting friendships wherever I go.. part 2…;)
^6^
THAT moment when all the pieces of the puzzle fit togethEr synchronisticAlly and GOD GIVES YOU THAT SIGN ALL ABOUT IT.. THAT YOU ARE NOT EXPECTING AT ALL..;)
^^^
A quick warm-up dance at the Hard Rock Casino.. getting ready for a 7 mile Dance Walk around the somewhat beautiful beaches of Harrison County.. for a spiraling ‘Hurricane Fred’ this year.. that is not nearly as destructive as Katrina 10 years ago.. but still bringing in some stuff that folks HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN BEFORE in public.. at least.. in the Deep Red State South..:)
Hmm.. let’s see how the song Frozen.. goes along with the dance.. i was listening to STAR by Earth Wind and Fire.. but maybe Frozen will work JUST AS WELL..;)
^^^
Second LEG of a dance walk warm up.. video taped by Lovely Wife Katrina.. who cannot hardly bear to do it.. as she says it makes her dizzy to watch me.. but never the less she gives in and grits her teeth and does it for OMG.. 2 times in one day.. but anyway getting ready to celebrate my 4000th mile of Dance Walking in 24 months in a week or so.. so this source material to evidence WTF FTW.. I’VE BEEN doing for 24 months will come in handy for proof of THAT.. in a week or so.. for THAT celebration post of dance dance dance.. and MORE dance.. and as per the last three Facebook profile photo status thingies.. YES.. if you want to get popular and make new friends everywhere you go. JUST DANCE.. JUST DANCE.. AND DANCE SOME MORE.. as hell no.. NO one else seems brave enough to JUST DO IT.. IN PUBLIC IN THE PANHANDLE OF FLORIDA… AND LOWER ALABAMA OR MISSISSIPPI THAT ARE FOR ALL PRACTICAL INTENTS AND PURPOSES THE SAME RED STATE REPRESSED AND OPPRESSED FUNDAMENTALIST AREAS.. WHERE MOST FOLKS ARE WALKING LIKE ROBOTS.. INSTEAD OF FRESH HUMAN SPIRALING BEINGS.. reflecting GOD and all GOD’s creation in how that spirals in flow.. like a Galaxy.. a Nautilus SheLL.. YES.. A HURRICANE.. LIKE ‘HURRICANE FRED’.. and other stuff like fetuses.. sunflowers.. a curled cat resting etc.. etc… etc.. none of which walk like a dam robot in a straight.. line.. or grow or rest that way either.. The signs of GOD are everywhere one looks and to reflect the Nature of GOD that is visible everywhere one looks when they put on their ALL NATURAL GOD EYES AND EARS.. IS AS CLEAR AS THE SUN ON A BLUE SKY DAY.. WITH UNLIMITED VISIBILITY INSIDE.. OUTSIDE.. ABOVE SO BELOW.. AND ALL AROUND WHERE GOD FLOWS AS US.. AND WE FLOW AS GOD AS ONE FORCE OF BEING NOW.. ALWAYS NOW.. YES.. THAT KINGDOM OF HEAVEN NOW STUFF THAT THE REAL DUDE JESUS IS TALKING ABOUT.. ALWAYS NOW..:).. OH YEAH.. AND this is coming in YouTube form too.. and if you have access to the YouTube Html5 player that allows you to double speed stuff.. OMG this IS FRIGGING HILARIOUS AT DOUBLE SPEEED.. AS i Look more like a Tornado in double speed than Hurricane at single speed.. haHAha!..:)
And yes.. as one might guess.. MEGA BLOG POST COMING SOON.. NAMED ‘Hurricane ART am i’.. yes.. my middle name is ARThur.. too.. hehe.. WHEN.. i get ALL THE PIECES OF THAT PUZZLE PUT TOGETHER FOR THAT MONSTROUS windy multi-media wordy HURRICANE OF ART creative thingy.. Yes.. HErE finished SOON..:)