And
all i
have is dance..
the
rest
is
salad
dressing
less
or more..
smiles..
Oh God..
Brevity
of Dance
ISCONTAGIOUS..:)
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Yeah.. i am officially diagnosed with ADHD.. and from birth it IS just called hyperactivity nicely manifest as me turning circles ’round and ’round in my crib on my right toe.. hmm.. i do that when i dance now too.. smiles.. and my mother taking her eyes off me for a split second when we live in a trailer about a half a football field from Davis Highway in Pensacola in the wee years of the 60’s
and me ending up in the middle of the
road with a stranger stopping his car..
TG.. carrying me back to mother
with eyes of disgust of her being
a bad mother.. and i dO
NOT get far from
the apron strings after that..haha!…
Yeah.. sometimes the stuff that is said and done
in my Catholic Church pisses me off too..
particularly stuff about single women not worthy to raise children and evil acts of homosexuals in the same boat as Hurricanes.. wHere Hurricanes are a force of nature to balance the heat of the earth so more species will survive.. where humans simply pay the price of staying close to the water when high winds and floods come.. building stuff that is encroaching on the environment that God’s Mother Nature from Hurricanes to Meteors and just the winds of NOW.. will eventually take away..
But never the less the Love part of the Catholic Church and the singing with the ‘Holy Creative Spirit’ is what keeps me coming back.. not missing a Sunday after going back in September of 2013.. after a 23 year hiatus.. during work and marriage..
Love rules humans when human
wellbeing is balancing mind and body..
Dancing free style and not restricting where
Spirit leads the body no matter what it looks like on the outside balances the mind and body.. and increases natural ‘LOVE’ neurohormones like Oxytocin and potentially even empathy neurochemical.. naturally occurring DMT.. the stuff of the Love Drug ‘Molly’.. and to be clear oxytocin the Human LOVE bonding neurohormone.. not that other thing that sounds kinda like it that is a powerful opiate pain killer that leads to great suffering with human addictions…
And dance also regulates human emotions
and integrates senses through biofeedback..
and increases cognitive executive functioning by
enhancing focus and short term working memory..
So yeah..
Dance equals Love equals God equals US
my friend when We Dance togethEr Free..
An equation of Love that is so simple
yet so elegant
and
TRUTH
AND
LIGHT
IN HIPS
AND
EYES
OF
HUMAN
BEING…
YOU inspire me friend.. after the boys in middle school tell me i cannot
smile ’cause that is what so called F words do and not Fred.. i
gain a disdain for my peer gender.. and i guess that
is why i tend to veer the female way.. and
stay away from males most my life..
as in my area.. i can sense
they have little heart..
spirit and soul
overall..
but what i notice
in my hometown of L.A.
Lower Alabama Red state Panhandle
Florida.. is the black males always express
more Unconditional Love back in high school days..
as they too.. understand what it’s like to be oppressed
by the majority opinion of culture/religion of now then..
Anyway.. it boils my blood when i see women abused.. it boils
my blood when i see homosexuals abused.. and it boils my blood
when i see blacks abused.. and sometimes a fleeting thought of
KICKING BUTT COMES TO MIND.. i wanna go ever there and
settle the score wherever the hate lives.. but yeah.. then..
i will be part of the same dam problem too.. so i dance
and sometimes when i go to a check-out
aisle at the Dollar Tree store and
a young black woman
with beautiful
corn rows
as her
hair spiraling about
on head like the golden
mean spiral of the Universe
one views in galaxies.. fetuses..
sunflowers.. hurricanes.. and
the nautilus shell of
greaTest ART..
i look her
square in
eyes with
my shades on..
with a bright smile
and say the design
of your hair is beautiful..
it matches the eyes
of GOD.. a signature
of design that
is patterned
in the Universe
and what we artfully
do in song.. in dance
and paint of hair
when we too..
are freest
children
of
GOD..
and then i will
dance for her..
and show her
my appreciation
for expressing
her human freedom
in Corn Rows of LOVE…
Love is the Drug
and sword
that
CHANGES
HUMAN HEARTS
SPIRITS AND SOULS..
AND IT TAKES JUST DOING
IT MORE THAN WORDS ALONE
IN BOOKS TO GET THAT LOVE
JOB DONE.. AND BY GOD..
SOMEONE WHO
LOOKS LIKE
ME WHO
WILL NEVER
BE EXPECTED TO
DANCE IN PUBLIC
WILL HELP MAKE
THAT CHANGE
HAPPEN..
AS I KEEP
ON DANCING
TILL MY LAST
GRASP IN
THE BREATH
OF LOVE OF
LIFE COMING TO
FRUITION NOW
AS LIFE
IN DEATH
OF HEART
SPIRIT
AND
SOUL
OF
HUMAN WELL
BEING NOW..:)
http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/08/culture-clothing-sins-free-verse-nude.html
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“Dancing free style and not restricting where
Spirit leads the body no matter what it looks like on the outside balances the mind”
“And dance also regulates human emotions”
“TRUTH
AND
LIGHT
IN HIPS
AND
EYES”
Now THAT is “church.”
“fetuses..
sunflowers.. hurricanes” … Love this. A poem all on its own. This is the first time I’ve wanted to write poetry in a while. Thank you!
I do that too … deeply and sincerely compliment random strangers. It’s a mix between freaking people out and melting them into a million droplets of recyclable goo. They dig it, man. We all just want to feel something. To feel the energy of others bouncing off of us, making others, and us, feel good … feel better. We just want to vibe out. Music, dance, tomfoolery, and genuine flattery. Borderline flirtation, but it’s earnest. It’s not aiming to get. It’s just aiming. It makes people feel good about existing. Keep it up, bro.
And YES: 22, 4, 403 … forever. Brilliant numbers, separately and as a combination.
Hailee’s comma.. truly you are my favorite comma.. and the numbers continue to change as the planets and stars of neurons of nows.. in Daniel’s and Hailee’s continue to exist as knowing and feeling now.. and i am looking forward to reading more of your poetry as soon as the comma lies and truths in its resting place for now.. smiles..
Some people are born to absorb..
and some people
are born
to muse..
i for one
am born
muse and
wild and
’round
again..
absorbing
and musing
Force of energy
of GOD all
around
wITh
US
now..
HA! again..!
Hailee’s comma
THAT even beats
RUMBLUEFORNOW..:)
http://xpoet73.blogspot.com/2015/08/praise.html
^^^
TheRe is thiS living ForceSource inside me
that has no words.. theSe words come throUgh me..
with words As Well.. and yes.. often when i read theM..
thEy make
me cry too..
the magic
man is
in our heArt..
in thE skyes
SkeYes
spirRit
expresSinG
soUl
and in her
out herE
all arOund
uS
aLiVe
wITh
eYes
eArs
GOD
wOrds
that reach
ALLthatiS
aS
WeLL
BEinG
WaVe
of US
OCEANaLL..:)
I am fairly certain I have ADHD as well. Probably as much the hyper as it is the attention at times. You even got your wife doing a bit of the tumbling dance as well. I love the comment you left on everything else is salad dressing. It made me chuckle but it also has quite a bit of truth to it as well.
Yeh I get pretty fired up when I see women abused. Think I told you that yesterday. Or children.
Its been a while since I was in p’cola. Is there a peg leg petes there. I seem to remember it as an oyster bar.
Ah.. yes.. the highlight of the now.. the day.. and perhaps the year.. seeing wife Katrina really let IT ALL GO.. and flow with me in a life of Play.. with US Directing our own actors of i as I…
Oh.. the fortunes of my life.. an Unconditionally Loving Mother.. a Patriarchal Leaning Father leaving early.. allowing me the fortune of developing a Free heArt.. spiRit of emoTiOn expresSing hEart.. as soUl in Mind and Body Balance…
Wife not nearly as fortunate.. never meeting father.. truly troubled Mother.. with troubled Boy Friends coming and going as well.. with one particularly troubled Boy Friend standing over her bed with a knife.. in a challenging life his own…
I find it hard to personally judge anyone.. as life is full of ‘shades of grey’.. and with just a few different environmental factors the kindest brightest colorful loving soul.. can turn a darker shade of black…
And yes.. to be born an empath.. live as angel light.. and have life take that away from me finally at age 47 through the chronic stresses that can visit anyone who tries tries tries.. so hard to make the grade of cultural expectations and limitations.. is a lesson of cognitive empathy and sympathy thEre as Well…
Ah.. yes.. Peg Leg Pete’s.. a place of fine dining seafood on Pensacola Beach.. glad you get to visit that place of oyster bar as well.. and that is one of the first places of fine dining that i visit shortly after regaining effective use of my sight.. back in the Summer of 2013.. truly an accomplishment then to venture that far out of a shut-in bedroom for 66 months or so…
And the adventure continues on.. in both challenge and bliss beyond belief for me.. wHere Sun is Shining and i for one am square in Sun’s eYes of Bright LiGHt expresSinG those skeyes of GOD.. SMiles.. and thanks for dropping by.. X..:)
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