So.. i’m dancing at the beach in sugar sand so deep
air expanding out to see as breeze
becomes me as one with
waves of gulf
free.. in
twilight
colors of
light as
magic now
Lovers walk
ahead.. now
Lovers sit
with each
other on
sands and
shores of
peace and
my Lover
is God
as Nature
whole with
all others too..
God touches me in
ways.. that most may
never feel now.. i wish
they WiLL n0w fAll
in Love
UP with
God of
Nature
this way
i wish..
IT IS
My third
wish to GOD of Nature
as TRUTH AND LIGHT NOW..:)
Smiles Suzanne..
I’m always attempting to improve my philosophies of life..
I appreciate your ideas here and I learned something new
of the origin of the term Nike in myth and
metaphor of the winged
Greek Goddess of
Victory.. and truly
I learn something new from all
poems as they often come from soul with
the best lessons of life.. Smiles again..:)
Smiles.. Suzanne.. againx3.. Truly.. i
could write a sitting Novella on this wonderful topic you bring to light here on life’s purpose of what you speak here as a beautiful and true quote in light to me as well.. per.. “It’s about being connected to nature – to the world around me – to the people in my community – and my internet community – it’s about our right to live in a free and just society where all are equal.”
Ways of enlightening sparks of others to this purpose and mission in life.. is the way of the general metaphor of the Bodhisattva who has completed a satisfied state of White Light Love being.. in life.. and more than anything wishes to share and elevate that feeling and way of life in others.. so yes..
The Yogi comes down from the mountain..
as White Light Love is never selfish and withholding..
and that is in our DNA as evolving humans in one lifetime
in true epigenetic effect of unpacking DNA in today’s science terms..
as science is finally slowly catching up
to Yogi’s in the Internal measurement of the human Universe..
albeit still slowly as the clunky scientific method cannot adequately measure human heart.. spirit.. and soul.. as that is a non-repeatable unique experience as experiment that cannot even be adequately repeated from second to second in one person’s existence as truly we are infinite beings.. every second of our lives.. no less than the rest of the Universe..
But it is difficult to successfully tale this to a ‘scientist’ either in profession or metaphor.. who has not become the metaphor of Yogi.. Carl Sagan approached that.. with the help of external substance drugs.. but these fuller enlightened scientists are not common as the mechanical cognition mind as exercised constantly excludes more than half of human internal potential as expressed in life.. in terms of Moving heArt.. spiRit.. and soUl..
So it can be a self fulfilling prophecy that scientists
may never prove God exists.. as whole..
in science terms.. as
those are not the terms
that connect to God more fully..
ironically enough.. and sadly enough too..
as it can be almost impossible to get through
to a person.. who is not currently capable of
seeing the other side..
for biological/environmental reasons..
ironically enough too.. and sadder as well.. as it is the act and practice of science that is blinding them and not allowing them to see more .. and yes.. there is science behind what i am saying.. too.. so far in the metaphor of infantile form.. exploring the internal Universe of human mind and body balance in all its complexity and simplicity as well.. yes.. it helps to have the ‘weapon’ of science too.. to bring greater understanding to scientists too.. so ironic.. yes.. but true…
Some of us are almost born this way as empaths.. feeling so much in senses and emotions that we need no external substances or drugs.. to achieve it.. a common metaphor for this that some folks take as literal is the star seed.. indigo child.. crystal child.. etc.. but nah.. it’s in our DNA.. this our home.. obviously..
but as usual.. myths often house the vehicles and
vessels of truth and light.. but i need look no further for home
than my backyard.. but of course all is one..
so all the stars
are home too.. in elementary ways
of the ingredients of life..
but not a place where any of us likely could survive
as breathing human beings.. now.. or anytime before..
as we balance with the balance of this real home earth…
Again.. i have written a 9800 word comment before.. where the formatting of Word Press falls apart.. and all becomes one big wall of block text.. so i will try to bring it to a close.. i often say that when i am talking with folks to just to remind my lips and or hands to stop one day soon now.. wInks for now..;)
Humans are multi-colored human beings.. a fascinating opportunity and task in my life is to participate in a county wide leadership class named a sim-soc society.. as the military civilian employment life was grooming me up the ladder in administration of government programs.. and in that class and simulated society over a year of classes..
we are taught there is a primary color wheel of human beings
in ways of personality that are green.. red.. blue.. and yellow..
and they graph that with a personality test to see where we fall..
i suppose i am one of the lucky ones
as i fall almost directly in the middle
of the color wheel graph..
with all the colors like a
chameleon of sorts..
and i suppose that is
part of being an empath..
seeing with so many eyes.. of human..
In short.. the green folks are human connectors
who can make the sales deals of successful human interactions
either in love or material goods.. the red folks are the folks who enforce the laws like policeman.. military.. etc..
the yellow folks are the folks who make and interpret the rules like lawyers and judges.. and the blue folks are the artists.. who are often very emotional with ups and downs.. yes.. the soul tortured artist.. of what we often see online in the poetry world here.. but anyway..
These are just the primary colors of personality illustrated here that make a society function.. there is a full color spectrum of human beings and beyond.. as some of us see so much differently and hear so much differently the lessons and general reality of life.. for example.. my tactile sensitivity innately is so jacked up i cannot stand to touch anything manmade.. so i spend my life with my hands closed..
and balled in fists.. to avoid the discomfort of even touching my pants.. unless they are silk.. and nah.. no silk pants for me.. smiles.. and no long pants either.. i can touch the skin and fur of my legs.. so i wear shorts.. even in the snow and 18 degree weather here in North Florida.. when that rarely happens.. smiles.. again…
Human cognitive empathy is a life long process
of learning to gain sympathy over the differences of other
human beings.. to understand the differences of human beings..
is to better tolerate and accept the differences of others..
fortunately i am financially independent and
can do the Bodhisattva thingy..
with no terms of commercial interest..
publishing books or any of that stuff..
a reality of gaining human subsistence for some..
and a great privilege i have too with the privilege
that comes with a athletic looking military/law
enforcement white middle age
serious looking guy in real life..
that allows me to get away with many antics of joy
to help other folks.. like dancing an extreme ballet/martial arts-like dance
everywhere i go in public that most people would not be able to get away with.. so i count my blessings in this way regularly as it allows me better to serve no masters other than Love.. Love in general.. as Nature as well.. in what i understand is the higher power of GOD as gifted in us.. as well…
So anyway.. life is a never ending story of Loving and Connecting and Learning more about each other to me to better tolerate and accept each other and help each other in growing a world garden of Human Love.. and what i feel and know and understand with human innate.. instinctual..
and intuitive knowledge of the DNA kind.. for what some folks describe with the term gnostic.. is that we as a species are evolving in just one life at an increased pace that comes with our increased ability to connect as a global tribe to learn more about the differences of each other..
to hold hands better without aversions of differences that are not understood well.. i see this garden of human growing no different than a mound or a hive of Eusocial insects.. difference being that we are all different and alike too.. and yes.. of course.. much more complicated too.. these journeys and multi-dimensional paths will continue like an infinite painting that has no end or beginning in beauty of art.. and like all art.. with blue human ups or downs.. there will be valleys at lowest depths and mountains at highest peaks.. but the bottom line is
Love
in human
terms of tolerating
and accepting each
other as brother and sisters
ONE with the rest of Nature and
the FACT THAT AT LEAST SOME
HUMAN BEINGS ARE CAPABLE OF
this is proof that GOD EXISTS IN US..
IT didn’t take 9800 words but this is
my proof for people who
ask me for evidence
in less than
11 million
or 9800 words..
smiles.. my friend
Suzanne.. and i’ll
keep working on my
evidence for
LOVE
AND A GLOBAL
SPECIES WHO
LOVES EACH
OTHER
UNCON
DIT
ION
ALLY
NOW..:)
Smiles.. Love to you as well.. my friend Suzanne..
and yes.. it is quite a job of JOB in metaphor to
find metaphors to help folks find the lights and
truths of life that will work the best for them..
there are thousands of ways.. and more..
to metaphor basically
simple essences of life..
to grow as human heart.. spirit and soul..
and an unlimited number of ears who hear
differently.. so the work goes on as a
practice of Love.. not much different than
medicine.. i guess.. with potential fewer side effects though..
for sure.. as Love is a drug that can focus on the problem..
if experienced.. of course.. both Love and problems..
of which the second is more common it seems
these nows for sure.. for most folks..
sadly enough.. but potentially fixable
with practice and effort.. with Will and Love..
and sure.. Grace too.. now.. smiles again..;)
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Oh what a long day.. a nice one too..
on Pensacola Beach.. starting out as Batcat
and ending up as kATman BEach.. anyway..
a blog post titled something like that coming
tomorrow or whenever.. but for now..
the last post “Victory
Song’s Dance of Love”..
coming back again..
with faster links to blogspot blogs..
on Facebook.. for friends and other folks there..
and back to responding in poetic responses to 28 more
poems from Thursday Night open link night at dVerse..
if i can stay awake to do that.. hehe.. as dancing
in the deep sand at the beach with Athletic shoes..
every which way.. can be rather exhausting..
after 10 miles or so of doing it.. like Nike says..;)
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My first trip to the beach with my new iPhone 6s camera.. that promises better photos and doesn’t fail here.. as the quality rivals that of my wife’s Grand or so costing telephoto lens camera.. as it almost looks surreal capturing a still shot like this.. at the beach.. particularly the texture of the water.. where one might imagine walking on water like this.. but i had to settle for floating on sand.. which who knows.. likely feels better.. as i haven’t tried the walking on water thingy yet.. yet..;)
Anyway.. an absolutely euphoric environment at the beach this evening.. and it’s pretty amazing that one can only see one couple enjoying this beauty in front of me walking on the beach.. it’s kinda sad thinking of all the folks on screens when they could be in a real world of beauty to feel in so many senses and emotions free as a beach.. with eYes of GOD.. yeah.. kATman Beach..
where “Atman” is a real deal..
per other philosophies and philosophers
who address that metaphor as well.. for awakened and enlightened human beings..
I took a total of 135 photos today.. and it was very difficult for me to arrive at a favorite one.. per the beach pictures.. as there is an endless palette in hues of color this evening.. but seeing is not enough.. one must be there to feel the bliss of Mother Nature in her most peaceful Love in Harmony generating state..
i for one know of or experience.. what a blessing to live here.. and perhaps a curse not to.. but the good news is.. so much bliss can be generated inside with eyes closed as well.. in free flowing dance and song of life..:)
Oh by the way..
yes.. this is that place
‘they’ forecast.. HEAVEN..
HOW NICE of God
to send me here..
i owe God big
time.. this
debt i will
pay in
reciprocation
continuing always
now as a Joyful Labor
of Unconditional
Tough and
Passionate
Love once
again
now..smile emoticon..:)
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Yah.. a SonG
for that too..:)
2269
And finally a resounding note here
from friend Himali’s Facebook Page..
and good night from me..
as responding to poetry
will have to wait one more
day for sleep here..:)
Yes! I remain the oldest child in my hometown
and with Will and Love stay that way now..
Also as a clown to bring Smiles.. Laughs..
And Joy.. As well as introspective thought
to those adults who might like to join me..
The eyes of a child clown..
Smiles again.. Himali..:)
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Smiles.. Suzanne.. This is what is wonderful about photography..
Just for fun.. Finding beauty in both the large and small things in life..
Dark and Light.. And of the brightest of all places.. That is where I s
pend yesterday.. With my iPhone 6s camera and a dance in deep
white sugar sand like Tai Chi spirals that never end in now with
pastel colors of twilight on similar vibration and wave length
with sea oats.. Emerald green gulf.. And me..
And sure with poetry who needs photos..
I for one cherish them without
effective use of my sight for 66 months..
A blessing.. Such a gift to me now.. The beach as me..:)
2463
A full night sleep after a full day of of Art in dance..
and now for poetry.. after a dance in sand and sun again..
in my own backyard of beach and paradise true and light..:)
2499
HI Sherri.. my dance friend.. of our ages.. winks.. and Smiles..
i already did/do ‘write a book’.. 11 million words on the Internet..
seriously literally 11 million words on the anniversary date
when i started all of this.. November 26th.. 2010..
5 years ago.. to escape the endless pain in my eye
and ear of type two Trigeminal Neuralgia.. i
personally like the electronic form of blogs for doing this..
as i can add as many photos as i like with all the beautiful
youtube songs that bring so much emotional inspiration
to me along with words that never quite fit the full size
of inspiration of image and song notes to me..
additionally i abhor the restrictions of creativity..
that come with the ‘Official way of doing stuff’ in life..
Art is for beauty to me in both science and art..
where no culture or religion can control me in
free spirit of art in words and steps..
and this is just another note to
add to a tapestry of all that is..
simply flowing like a river wheRe the
river of spirit inside me decides where to go next..
with little to no effort with the tide of God behind and with me.. smiles..:)
Smiles my lovely friend Sherri.. i appreciate the art that lives in you
where you can appreciate my words.. sadly perhaps.. i come
across relatively few who tell me they do.. considering
the effort i put into sharing it with the Unconditional
Love that lives in me.. but those who do i treasure
and appreciate.. as that light fuels the art
in me even more.. for now it is enough to
share it with friends like you.. here..
and other strangers who
are never strangers
to me who become friends of art as well..
and maybe one day.. when the art of writing slows..
i might think and feel about publishing some of it..
smiles.. but for now just art.. just art.. and Lord
knows i’ve already written enough poems for an entire library of me..
in print.. wInks.. big Inks.. from me and smiles.. again..smile emoticon..:)
Thanks so much Sherri.. you are only the second person who has ever encouraged
me to publish my poetry.. anywhere in this world.. and i encounter thousands
of poet’s work a year.. rarely with any comments from them at all..
and for me.. i can never let a human
conversation go
without
reciprocation..
and ha! i am the
so-called diagnosed Autistic
one with Asperger’s..wink emoticon..;)
Yeah.. i think “that’s” the deal.. i’m usually the only one who can
fully understand what i say.. even though it makes sense to me..
and i suppose that is the thing.. that makes me Autistic
with Asperger’s syndrome.. i wanna connect to other people
really bad and have friends.. but it’s hard for them to get me..
and easy for me to get me.. so ha.. at least someone always gets me..
winks.. and much love to you.. my friend of over 30 years now.. and sure..
you are a little bit like me in ways of different
and that is what I love about
you too.. smiles again..
smile emoticon..:)
And now to dance
before i get
back with
the art
of responding
to the rest
of dVerse
Thursday
open link
night poet’s
with 28 more
poems and
micro-poetic
responses coming
from me.. but clouds
are coming.. so i am
gonna enjoy the
life giving
full
sun
first..
this morning..:)
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Hi Leah.. as they say Synchronicity..
my Emails continue to increase the more connections
i make online.. a little concerned i might have missed an
email from you again.. so my plan is to connect with you
to make sure all is okay with you today..
and i get ‘this email’.. cool..
synchronicity again.. but nah..
this isn’t the first time i wonder how you are doing
in your recovery from the burns.. after a month
now of you returning to the flesh and blood bigger world..
And oh yes.. your world in Romania.. as a child.. on the soils of war.. death and destruction.. is so far removed from the gentle soils where i live.. where being Autistic in that higher functioning way is challenging and eventually a life or death situation for me.. with the chronic stress of social challenges at work.. and all my stress related illnesses.. but nothing like your challenges on both your soil and in your home as you have related before..
So i can only imagine the stress of the issues
of terrorism discord that brings to you
in Europe now.. in Germany as well.. where you live now.. just a hop
skip and jump away.. with issues there as well..
So glad you are feeling joy again.. perhaps my greatest obstacle to recovery for those 66 months of shut-in hell beyond 19 physical disorders mostly as a result of never ending chronic work related stress.. is the loss of not only pleasure but even the ability to feel sadness with a tear..
and as i think i have already related to you.. the death of a cat friend Sunny boy.. son of Yellow Boy.. injured in the wild with kitty aids diagnosed.. and us having the decision to put him down.. to keep the rest of the neighborhood strays alive and well.. is what finally brings a tear of relief for me.. in sadness..
And in feeling this great weakness inside of almost zero emotions.. and zero tears.. with that tear.. i finally feel strength in my legs that had been leg pressing close to 500 LBS still over this 66 months.. with a feeling of spiritual power in what i consider the equivalent of emotional feelings of strength..
that made me feel so weak inside without that emotional spirit.. and so empty those 66 months in continuum.. no matter what the leg press numbers say empirically.. then.. except for that short respite of a few tears in April.. coming with my creative spark in March of 2013..
And now there is almost half a ton slowly surely
on a free weight parallel leg press machine..
with arms raised in air like a ballet dancer
pumping iron in action..
but urethane sure.. as nah..
i don’t wanna crack the floor hehe..
for twenty-five times at ease.. but yes..
the grinch heart that grows..
so much bigger in size.. can be empirically measured too..
as the force of love in my heart.. converted to LBS as well..
And i do mean this literally too.. as there is new science here too.. available in research.. finally understanding better of the internal Universe of human emotions.. senses.. down to the flesh and blood level and up to the multi-verse of human emotions and senses in feeling innate instinctual and intuitive ways of being..
And force of physical power too.. where every human connection is a unique and growing Universe unto itself.. so yeah.. this here is the Universe of Fred and Leah in connection.. separate.. yet similar to all others in many ways.. too.. but still unique.. always special in its own way..
like us as individuals as well.. he her..;)
And finally recovery.. almost miraculously.. yes.. miraculously in an all natural way.. from pain and emotional emptiness.. in July of 2013.. with my first belly laugh in early August of 2013.. of which before i did not have a reference point of memory feeling if i had ever even smiled or laughed..
as without feeling there is no reference point of remembering feelings as remembering feelings are feelings of course.. a catch 22 of magnitude in real human hell now.. most certainly.. and why folks will self injure to feel pain over numbness when this emotional death in life comes..
Anyway.. i work my heARt OUT now.. like an Olympic Sport in metaphor.. as i’ve been to that hell of no feeling.. and i ain’t going back.. and poetry.. dance.. photography in all i do and all other art i participate in of human connections.. is my insurance that I will not.. ’cause God HEAVEN IT.. (there is no damn in heaven) there is science to happiness of heArt too.. and science is faith too.. in assurance of continuing success.. in life of joy.. in what i just do now..:)
And sure.. the Wrong Planet..
website overall.. is like ‘they say’ ..
an overall great place for misery loves company..
particularly in that PPR.. Politics.. Philosophy..
and Religion section that was the only part that truly interested me..
with the Autism Speaks political controversy as just a mindless exercise of obvious logic that i would never win but kept fighting against.. then.. per dark emotional social cohesive forces of the imaginary demon of Autism Speaks that people used to bind together in the joy of misery.. that feels better than nothing of course…
Sadly.. there is not much in school or college.. including psychology about the art and or science of emotional health.. that comes in metaphors of human heart.. spirit expressing that emotion of heart.. or the soul of a mind
and body that is balanced at center.. neither stuck in just mind or body alone.. or too much of reality of existence in one yang or yin science or art way.. exclusive of the other…
i went to the Wrong Planet for an escape from pain.. but now with my full emotions back.. and creativity as well.. that left me for about 40 years.. in the crude patriarchal ways of my small home town.. including the
military administrative work life.. that says boys can’t smile or do art as boys just don’t do that.. AND without fuller expression of emotions.. art dies in heart.. spirit.. and soul.. without a doubt to me..
And sometimes boys and girls try to bring emotion back with art as emotion becoming art and art becoming emotion.. music.. dance.. song in general.. painting.. yes art in general.. so many places of human journeys and paths to bRing hEart back to life.. as true human joy of Loving life just as it is for now..
needing nothing more but Life.. and appreciating that gift from the God of Nature so much they must share it with all others in a natural human altruistic way of unconditionAlly Loving life in all the ways that can and
does come in life.. in art of human eyes..
connecting to all humans and Nature one..
Like the Phoenix of me that is rising in that creative spark and tear in 2013.. and finAlly on a beach.. in July of that year.. going back the first time in 66 months.. where i FEEL ONE WITH THE WAVES AGAIN.. never an intellectual exercise there alone.. AN EXPANSIVE FEELING OF BLISS AS ONE WITH NATURE WHOLE..
with clear feeling that all of Nature and Beyond
ISGODONe and same with us. NOWonE…
with never any separation of illusory fears..
and all hate associated stuff
related to illusory fears..
A school of heart.. is never a science alone..
and that is why we rarely see it in school..
as school.. is more science than true human related art..
and society has become more science than art.. even in ways
of religion.. sadly as such in literal ways of being..
rather than being in an expansive fuller living
artistic and creative mind..
So on December 25th.. 2010.. i finally get the strength and resolve.. where every word i type then is like a mountain of pain in my eye.. to scan my baby photo of the child with bright blue eyes.. that my mother tales me.. reaches out to every stranger to hug them..
not for them to hug me.. hmm.. yeah.. sounds like the opposite of Autism huh.. but my problem is i could not speak until age 4.. and my mind operates fast.. with senses and emotions so sensitive.. jacked up.. as an empath..
receiving what seems like the internal world
as a radio receiver of external energy
emotional and sensory.. and information..
in general of all types.. that when i finally
could speak it comes out
really fast and scattered..
as there is so much in there to get out..
And yes.. i have a new diagnosis now by Doctors of Bi-Polar not specified.. disorder.. as when i get into that Doctor’s office and have to explain everything in ten minutes that is going on in my life.. it comes out really fast like this.. fast enough for me to process it fine.. as i have all the contexts.. but hey.. it’s hard to communicate thousands of words in 10 minutes completely coherently and slow.. so basically they think i’m ‘crazy’.. and might need something to slow me down..
But what they don’t understand after viewing me since this diagnosis two years ago before i get well.. is this is how i’ve always been.. people loving me to death.. before i open my mouth.. yeah.. strange girls at dance events years ago then.. too.. as i give ’em a headache with all my passion of communicating too fast and too complicated for the ‘normal’ human to understand..
And yeah.. fast is crazy huh.. and i am fast.. so fast.. and even my dance.. has become too much.. for most people to join me in.. even in the biggest dance halls of fast.. hehe.. but the reality is i am as peaceful as the eye of the hurricane of me.. inside no matter how fast the external winds come out.. hehe.. truly i am a Hurricane in this sense.. as metaphor.. Hurricane Fred haha.. all the time.. never dying out for now..;)
But they see the joy in me.. and truly want some of what i’m on..
people have been asking me for it all my life.. when i am healthy..
So now i am sharing it with them..
but nah..
i cannot give it to ’em
as i was born this way
and the shining lights
of that baby’s eyes
live
once
again..:)
Love you friend..
and you know and feel
i will always be here for
you when you wanna
chat.. and
i feel you
will always
come back
when you
are ready for
another LARGE injection
of me.. hehe.. all NOW
in joy my friend..
all in
JOY NOW..
with smiles
and grins
and laughs
now THANKS2
THE GOD OF
NATURE
FROM
ME..
and to you
too.. my friend
Leah.. smiles AGAIN..:)
Yeah.. we have something
in common don’t we..
i know i’m not
very clear
sometimes..
as well.. but
i keep trying
and so glad
you tolerate
and accept
ALLoF
NOWHO
I AMLOVEAGAINMYFRIEND…:)
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Smiles.. friends mean everything to me..
and i suppose if i ever enjoy enough
of life with friends.. the only poetry
that will come
from me is
in words
to friends..
and sure it is already
that way in a sense
and feelings as i see
and feel everyone as a friend
whether now they see me that
way in dark or light.. no different
than when i am a baby.. but no
one now.. can keep me from
hugging others in poetry
and dance.. whether
a hug
is
returned
or not..
in steps
or words..
a Baby of
Love WiLL
FiND a way..:)
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Well.. it’s 2:24 pm..
11162015.. to minute..
and yes now i am
making it back
to dVerse to
finish 28 poetic
responses to poetry
there from Thursday
Open Link Night just
for fun and Love too..:)
Art of open forest roads
lined by trees of
nature’s details
moving on as
open future
just a path
no destination
reAlly but going
on and on now..
as free and open..
there is a now where
i can not feel of any of
this truth and light of Nature
experience but the primitive
excellence of innate IQ lives
as me again.. on the open road of Living
free and will enough for fortune’s Love breeze..:)
Life of Nature
color seasons bright
Love of human
colors
all
Light..:)
Smiles.. i am always sad.. when ‘they’ tale me
they cannot see/feel God.. but i understand
as they may never see as through
the
eyes
of the
woman
who loves
me.. there are
miracles in life
and the fAct that
my wife is in my life..
is all the evidence i need
to believe in an all merciful
God..
and
one
i know NOW
and feel not so
well of pain sad+
as then.. a tree of
Love lives with me now..:)
Sadly.. there are many
empty vessels of human
beings just waiting
to get the human
race back..
misanthropy
comes in bits
of thrown away
apple core of
evil in
heArtless eYes..
somenows illustrating
dark shadows in death
as religious groups and
othernows framing as
the entire human race..
when
vacant
stares
become
evil now black
snares of death..
even when living..
Love is the answer
but an answer long
ago never painting
vehicles and
vessels of
human
fear
and hate
in terrorist wake…
If there is any magic in dementia
it is the emotions that
go last.. if there
is any terror
beyond
terror
in life
is when
the emotions
go first.. and the
mind is left sinking
and knowing a
quicksand
that
never ends..
and of course that
can happen at any
age of human hell..
incarnate
on
this earth
just now
in eYes
of
cold
deep beyond
human heArt…
A taste of nature
the sweetest dream
more than cookies
and ice cream
treats..
sure a
challenge
in naked
reprise
butt an
echo of
free that never ends
in flesh that connects to all..:)
Smiles.. i suppose nameless forces
can be harder to relate to..
than labeling one’s
of anthropomorphic
identity..
sweet Abigail..
of gale force winds
is kinder than
winds
that flood
a human home
but tests are
common
in all
stuff
life
and Abigail
is teacher whose
gale will be heard..:)
Sadly.. the message of
Jesus can be
completely
missed unless
his prophecy
of folks
after him..
yes.. doing
much more..
comes true..
i trust
Jesus
on this
one as
completely
already true..
and still now coming
true to save the world..:)
Smiles.. tears.. gift
saving Grace..
danCinG
sWinGinG
through crystal
chandelier
fLiGhts
GRace
LiGht’s
LoVe..:)
Smiles.. i’ll make another comment on one of your other poems..
(:..i don’t do candy at all..;) just a note on your Post Script question..
per wordpress posting features.. if you don’t like the new blue
screen editor for posting.. you can click on dashboard first
and click on posts next.. and then click add new post..
that will take you back to the old black/gray and white
wordpress editor.. that keeps the
posting options same as in the past..
Recently..
the new version
stopped hyperlinking
photography automatically
to the wordpress library..
which can help
stop folks
from scraping
photography and
using it for their own sites..
which is really okay with me..
as i try not to own art.. haha..
But i just want people to be able to enlarge the photos
when the hyperlink works.. taking one back to the larger
word press library photo.. as my blog is almost equally
photography with poetry and prose.. and not one
for slow computers and or slow
broadband access for sure..;)
Oh.. no.. dizzy.. no fun..
Vertigo i used to get
from just standing up
from a meal or walking
around the block as
my blood no
longer makes
it to my head..
Dysautonomia..
where brain
and nervous
system now
no longer
properly
controls
heart
rate
and blood
pressure
in synch..
only cure
is making..
growing
muscles
stronger to pump
blood.. and now
i spin with bigger
muscles and dizzy no
longer controls me.. hehe..
A butterfly lives on land again..
but oh noX2.. my wife gets dizzy
from just watching
me dance spin
now..
heher..;)
Dragon fly WinGs
oldest flying
machine
and longest
living being
along with
roaches of crawling
night and flying skies
both are credit to
God’s
Nature
eYes..
wheRe balance
stays key
to being
and
staying
here
liV
InG
LonG..
all Gods
eYes.. brave and free
Whole allone and never
separated
ever
alone..
the roach and
the dragon fly
are brothers
and sisters
and
friends too.. still now
of God and us too..:)
Highlight fairs around
the world sing
stars of joy
in human
heart.. as humans
are made to live
together and
it is the
separate
that can
be lonely
and truly insane..
at least an online
connection can
bRinG dreams
of real
human
civilization
again together
free and sane..:)
Slow pause.. death
abrupt ending
where now
last forever
in pain
and joy..
where death
makes life
and life
makes
death real..
light and dark..
the human condition…
Smiles.. i too take my
heart.. tears.. fears..
putting them in a box..
and fortunately now
for me.. i then am
able to retrieve
the heart and
tears minus
fears..
a lesson
and accomplishment
of a lifetime of me..
total Love
with zero
Fear..:)
A place where skin
becomes fibers
of a couch..
an air of
ventilating
system where
roar’s air becomes
human being
same..
a place
to grow
expanding
wings.. a heart
grows in body
moving.. regulating
integrating whole
in emotional
and sensory
control
balance..
a butterfly
emerges well again..
yes.. been there done
it for over 5 years..
reaching 66
months.. then..
but yes.. again..
even at my age
and greater.. life
can and will get
better.. as nows go by..
and for me every step forward
now
is key to
light
and
dark as
not so well.. finAlly..
and now.. so very well..:)
Smiles.. interestingly.. a phenomenon
of changing brain waves
from beta
stress to
alpha
relaxation
to theta flow
in creative
cosmic freer
consciousness-
like connections
to all around us..
can and will occur
on a country drive
without stress
associating
distractions..
that fall
us down
to beta
waves
once
again
as stress.. comes us..
and some folks only
find it in places like this
where meditative flow
comes real.. true.. and free
and we let all the other stuff go..
away.. from a new wave.. of peace..:)
Human condition.. so varied
and freed and trapped
and tried and
scorched
and burned
until emotions
and senses
come under
control and
all peace
of river
and winds
breeze.. Credit
human written
language.. collective
intelligence and all of
culture for drifting away
from inner control.. without
all the distractions that rarely
change.. Nature changes and
makes it harder to get stuck
in associations of
past..
but sure..
manual drive
is possible too..
where Diwali
lives inside
with
us shifting gears
of light dark as all of we..:)
Imagine a race of human beings
all of them sitting still
or standing sit
with heads
bent down
in great
reverence
to the God
of a five inch
screen.. growing
a little bit at least..
in screen size
with
heads
still down..
from the Savannah
we go to a scream of
a four
inch screen..
wheRe love letters
are lost in candy crush
games..;)
*
A change so real.. a change so close..
from hunting and gathering
to escape the cave..
to agriculture
and planting
to harvest
crops..
to machines
and automanwomen
holding gears and levers
in industrial way.. to
Info technology
and back
to the
cave..
what comes
around goes around..
but i’m staying outside..;)
Ah.. before the apple..
before the fall
there are
apple
trees
and free
are
we..
apple in the
eYeS of Nature’s Goal
living.. just living.. to be..
as is is now.. floWeRinG ALive..:)
ThrOne iS readY
pastUre free..
it is we who
must study
raiSinG
worLd
hiGher
eYes
hYmns
hiM.. wheRe
greater iS necessary..
setting entire world free..:)
Smiles.. a little box can follow us
around all our life..
or we can
simply
live now..
as.. as is
as Love..:)
Freedoms new gifts
from centuries
old of prisons
in so many
ways of
patriarchal
souls… to
escape back
to soft love holds
a place that sings
an archetype wholENonE..:)
Star wars is not my wife’s pleasure..
Internet ways of connecting
or problem solving
always
so unlike
her.. Best of
life is in change
so opposites do
attract
the best
in me too..
she in her room
and me in mine..
i see my father
and his
third wife
do this and
now i am here..
no longer now on
couch intWinInG
as Love.. but best
friends make it
in decades
long
trial.. oh different.. i Love..:)
Black leafalls now
on concrete streets
moods risEn..
concrete
bottom
grain
last
sand
heArt
unglue
together..
what comes next..
concrete crack..
sprout peaks
just
above
last
whole
depth..
riSinGonce
agaIn.. graIn
sAnd now liVes..
sparKLinGleam..:)
Nomads of modern
days spread out
from villages..
two by two..
opposites of
ark they stray..
where togetherness
leaves.. loneliness
thrives.. an
answer.. an
approximation..
Interent hands..:)
Candy apple red..
oh fruits desire..
but all that
matters
is the
taste inside..:)
Paths of wooded roads.. trees straight
trees cooked.. leaves
colored.. leaves
faded.. with
life what
counts..
just journey..
Living Now..:)
28 poems
in four hours
around 6
minutes a-
peace in
Chandelier
fun for me.. sWinGinG
through the words
with the greaTesT
of ease..
a pARtY
with my fingers
comes to a real
keyboard close..
and now.. oh GOD
it’s finally WORK-OUT NOW!..:)
6:45
pm..
and now to post
when i come back.:)
http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/11/veterans-of-human-weather-free-verse.html
This post is fun..:)
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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
From Friend
Himalli’s
Facebook Page..
Finding meaning
and purpose in all things
Life.. smiles.. Himali..:)
Hi fred
How are you friend?
Those flowers for you and katie
Hi.. friend Soheir..
a basket of color
in floWeRinG
way is
a sure way
to bring liGht
filLinG emoTioNs
to those expresSing
SpiRit of sAme.. thanks
so much for LiGhteNinG
up my day
and May
floWers
of liGht
continue to
come yoUr way too..:)
Ameen
Thanks:-)
Yes.. Ameen.. As well..:)
How quickly people forget the price of freedom
is not free and does not exist if not shared..:)
So.. my Facebook friend Benny posts
a photo with an Indian and the
Early European settlers
with the Indian
not accepting
any new refugees
from the old country
to the new country
of plenty and beauty..
So.. the settlers.. will say
no we are coming
anyway.. and will
kill you along
the way..
yes..
how quickly
people forget
the price of freedom
is not free and does not
exist if not shared and the
moral of the story of course
is the Indians.. many of them..
welcomed them until they
themselves are killed
for being different..
assessed as savages
for their wild and naked ways
of dancing free with the God of
Nature so clear for them to see
as the Great Spirit of all
in worshipping all
of God’s
Nature
with purpose
and meaning…
And so here we are today.. now..
a third of all school age
children assessed
as pre-type
two diabetic for
sitting on their butts..
without a need
to move.. as
the dopamine
fix from screen
addictions is
warm and false
in ways of healthy
human beings.. and half
of the nation of adults on some
kind of pain medication mostly for
unexplained medical conditions
that are somatic in Nature Pain..
from constant unrelenting
fight or flight stress and
repressing and oppressing
human nature of emotions
and senses with even
being able to
get up from
a desk
or
have a window
to look out of to see
that Nature and GODONE
even frigGinG still exists…
yeah.. sure.. been
there done.. it.. and
oh yeah.. there is that
factor of skyrocketing
rates of psychotropic
drugs for child
and adult
as empty
souls out of mind
and body balance..
with emotions no longer
regulaTinG and senses no
longer inteGraTinG.. are a
thing of the
past
in empty
souls grown
cold.. where a text
replaces a human
hug or warm
voice
of musical
emotion to
bond the social
human as an animal
of love.. instead of a
cold hard machine
of words alone..
in black
and white
text..
Helen Keller would
be surprised to find
today.. that all these folks
with their sight and hearing
intact.. totally healthy
have decided to go
the route
of functional disability
instead of fuller human being..
yeah.. sure.. i lost effective use
of my hearing and sight for 66 months..
and basically became another Helen Keller
in difficulties in connecting to other human beings..
Thanks God for this Internet connectivity that then
is my only bridge to human
connections.. and all those
others with real disabilities
are as happy as me..
i’m sure.. to have
this wonderful
tool..
to continue
to approximate
the experience of fuller
being a real human being
with feelings expresSinG
as sPiriT of heArt with some
hope of a mind and
body balanCinG
soUl as WeLL..
So here’s the thing..
life is full of dark and light
and everyone risks their lives
the most.. generally speaking..
when they take to the roads
to make it to work..
so we cannot
live risk
free nor
can we
live Love
free in ways of sharing
and continue to expect to
be identified as the
Human
Race by
the GOD
ALL of Nature..
the result will be more
human suffering as no
one fools either God
or Mother
Nature
as same
of reality
as is.. no..
sure we can
run.. we can close
ourselves up behind screens
and keep people out of our borders
who perhaps could be at risk for hurting
someone.. but the
biggest
enemy
for most humans
these days is looking
at them square
in a mirror
of ignorance
of what it even means
to be a human being..
the American Indian most definitely
had/HAS a great understanding of GOD..
yes.. the REAL GOD OF NATURE..
AND A GREAT WAY OVERALL
OF LIVING IN BALANCE
AND GIVING
MORE THAN
TAKING BACK
FROM GOD AS WELL..
So sure.. what have we done
for God lately.. what have we
taken.. and what have
we refused today.. now
to share in the ways
of human freedom..
there are people
suffering
everywhere..
this home is free..
originally much of
it is taken by force and
blood shed of the natives
who settled our lands
first..
including now my
ancestors.. as many
folks now share common
ancestors of Indigenous
blood and with me it is
the Sioux and Cherokee
as named… so sure
most of us are in
this game of
life together
in blood too..
there is no room
for blame but there is
always room to risk
the price
of Love
and Human Freedoms..
but sure that only applies
to the free sharing Indians
of God who still
live here..
in spirit
regardless
of blood relatives
with differences in outward appearance..
we all bleed the same and cry the
same for
those of
who still
have
a heart..
those with
heArts still..
are all Indians of God
in how we now
are innately
evolved
to live
free
and sharing
no different
that our
primate cousin
the Bonobo who
manages life without
killing each other.. with
little aggression or violence..
by putting love first with emotions
and senses that ARE REGULATING
AND INTEGRATING continuously
for subsistence and survival.. nah..
it’s no surprise that Indians
could do this too..
overall.. so much
better than
the rest of
the world..
in sharing..
moving..
connecting..
creating.. giving
more than taking
now meeting God’s
definition of human
being that still can
be our potential but
use or lose always applies..
as God is God of merit and
no free ride.. in a feathered
nest
without
flying with
tough unconditional
passionate Love
as sharing
human
freedoms..
and just Living.. FREE..:)
^^^
One of the best things about Super-Walmart
is there is no taling who is gonna come up next..
to ask me for the next dance.. my old friend
here in lack of spirit.. Darth Vader..
will have the last dance with me..;)
iN other words..
been there done him
in lack of spirit already.. no..
it ain’t a light place to be.. oh
so dark.. the dark force is….
there will never be
any remembering
of that dark
place for me..
as to be there..
is to have
zero spirit
at all..
in the
coldest
place of
hell of ALL..
the death star
of darkness in Light…
^^^
And yes.. reference last.. Facebook profile status pic thingy..
Darth does one dance with me.. and Sith is no longer for he..
the Sith joins the Jedi.. and we are one force
of light and dark
again..:)
This Facebook sh88 is so much fun..
hell.. i don’t even need any likes..
to be grinning ear to ear
ALLONE..:)
Well.. some writing.. a busy day of dance shopping..
meeting new and old interesting friends..
visiting mother and
reading my poetry
to her..
wanting
to get back
on to
commenting
on dVerse Poet’s
Pub Tuesday link
on what or
who we miss
and wanna see again..
and sure.. i’ve already
done that here.. and as
i have stated before.. in the
last month or so blog posts..
i no longer link at dVerse as
my way of art is not
acceptable to
the administration
there.. even in my
best attempts to
carefully follow
all the guidelines
that were instituted
especially for me.. per
narrow guidelines like
24 lines a poem then
that since i finally
leave after having
three of my links
are deleted even
when following
their rules.. that rule is no longer
enforced there.. as they get the
job done.. by eliminating me..
as i am too much trouble
for some of the administration
to deal with wading through
my unique ways of
writing poetry
combining modern
technology with new found
ability to use photos and
videos in
synchronicity way
to gain.. greater spiritual
and philosophical connections
in my connections to all that is..
AKA GOD.. okay.. i play no games
or rules of culture
and religion
that exist
to hold human
God given potential back
in ways of repressing and
oppressing human nature
as gifted to us by GOD
all free without
the limitations
and expectations of power
hungry and status hungry folks
who have a limited ability to be filled
up with a giving chalice of Love that
has no boundaries of empty hearts
that plague our world
so much today..
it may be
difficult for folks to understand
that i am not doing this to eventually
get published to make money.. and
gain power.. status.. or whatever..
i am doing this simply for the love
of art and sharing my full
awakening enlightening
and healing journey
and paths since
i start this
endeavor in regaining my
humanity back with that first
word on Thanksgiving day
of 2010.. my Thanks is to GoD
for my healing and my Love now is
unconditional in tough and passionate
way with the rest of creation.. dark and light..
and yes.. like the FULLBACK WHO WILL
NOT BE STOPPED FROM MAKING TOUCH
DOWN AFTER TOUCHDOWN AFTER
TOUCH DOWN.. TO WIN
THE GAME.. THIS
IS THE
REAL DEAL
AND WORTH
PLAYING FOREVERNOW..
I PLAY FOR KEEPS NOW..
AND I MEAN WHAT I SAY
IN BOTH LITERAL
AND METAPHORICAL
WAY.. NO ONE.. AND I DO
MEAN NO ONE IS GONNA
STOP ME WITH GOD AT
MY BACK.. AS MY TEAM
IS A TEAM
OF ONE
FORCE
WItHGOD..:)
So.. now after this lengthy
prologue let the
TWILIGHT OF ME
CONTINUE ON..
WITH ROBOT FRED
AKA R2D2 IN THE
BEGINNING OF
THAT VIDEO
SONG.. i now
WILL CONTINUE
TO THREAD THE
HALLS OF
SANITY
LIKE
A CAMEL
GOING THROUGH
THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE
AS THE HURRICANE
EYE OF
CALM
THAT IS ME
WITH GOD
WINDSFORCEONE..:)
Yeah.. i just put myself in the same
league with God..
Christ..
R2D2..
and..
F*inHurricane..
so sue me..
or say
i have
illusions of grandeur..
but this S is FinREAL..
yeah.. sure.. Superman too..
Did i mention i win the most
witty boy award.. in second
grade.. at Private
Catholic School..
well i
did.. now..
and decades
later then i figure
out what the word
witty literally means..
seriously.. i have no idea
what the word means then
and i keep amusing folks
whether i
mean to
or not.. but
i remember
being great..;)
Okay.. 12:22 am
11182015
and off
to dVerse
once again..:)
Yeah.. there’s a song for missing what or who..
and here it is.. boy did i have some strong
emotions back in school.. oh my God..
so many serious crushes on
girls from the time i
am in Kindergarten..
that funny feeling
in the pit of
my stomach
then.. of what
is this feeling then..
yeah.. sure the Love
drug is up on me too soon
and strong.. to keep inside
of me.. and those memories
of emotions are so strong in those
years.. still deeply hidden inside..
as there is a storm inside
of emotions that
almost destroys
me then..
as they are too
POWERFUL.. varied
and nuanced AS DUST
for me to connect
to language.. there are
names of girls i remember..
and i suppose some of them
are Tammy.. particularly
for this song.. a girl
two years older..
somewhat
of a Tom
boy.. a super
nerd like me..
but i Loved her
for her.. and nothing
but her.. and then
there is Lynn..
and Anthea..
all nerd girls
too.. i have no idea
until i am 18 about
any of that stuff
below..
i just love their
eyes.. their
minds.. their
hearts.. of
emotion so strong
so real.. but again i have no
idea about that other stuff…
any further than partial nudity
in a nudie magazine.. as there is
no real porno back then.. thank God..
as surely there is more to a girl than
T and A.. nah.. back then..
Love is the main
thing.. emotions..
holding hands..
sweet smiles..
kind words..
and connection
of heart over hook-
ups almost unheard of
then.. at least in the circles
of nerds.. i run in.. in a club
named the Beta
club for smarty
geek pants
like
me..
for sure..
and then there is Sonia..
my first holding hands
and more.. Love.. a Cuban
girl.. to learn about that
other stuff.. she much
more experienced than
me.. 3 years my junior
me 18 she 15..
so much
more emotionally
mature than me..
and she breaks
my heart into a place
of sadness i never knew
could exist.. wondering
if i will ever come out of it..
but i do.. and then.. in that
darkness another young
Guamanian girl.. Renee..
just a friend really
but the only
friend i have
then..
she with an
abusing father..
and me so lonely..
sometimes that is the
way it goes.. i miss that
girl.. but i will never see her
in this flesh life again.. as she
eventually pulls the trigger in
her father’s bed.. years
later.. married
with two kids..
the story
of abuse
often ends
like this..
dead or alive
sad.. just sad..
funny the saddest ones
who are no longer here are
the one’s we sometimes most
would love to say hello to again..
and when i get sick.. really
sick when i am 47.. 23
years of work friends..
during that first
year
of paid
sick leave
after years.. of getting
sick.. it is like i never
existed to most
of the folks
there..
and i realize
the only reason
most folks were nice
to me.. was ’cause i
was a commodity
for work and
nothing much
more..
it’s hard to be lonely
and not have close friends..
who are really there in flesh and
blood life.. and fortunately i do not
have to miss my wife.. and that is
what assures me of my
existence now.. as
she and a couple of
other family members
namely sister and
mother are the only
thing in my life
that kept me on
this earth through years
of sickness.. so.. seriously
i feel so blessed to be alive..
i don’t feel like i have the
right to miss anything..
but there is that
gray and white
tuxedo cat
Elwood with
green eyes.. during years
of isolated work related stress..
when all my human connections
including wife.. drift away with
stress.. and all the other pets
in my life including
only dog Charlie
in middle school
and only
friend then
who accepts
me for all of who
i am.. and my son who
only lives 51 days..
that is sad
beyond words..
but somehow i keep
that Love connection
with that furry friend
down the road.. Elwood..
not even ours.. who comes
and goes.. for over
a decade of touch..
so sure.. connections
of heart love never go away
but i am so filled up with
Love it is hard
for me to go
back to feel all those
deep missing feelings again..
so sure.. this poetry trip
will be a trip now back
there.. albeit a temporary
one.. as i live with an
overflowing cup
to give instead
of miss..
smiles..
i find Love..
there is nothing
to miss with that..
but giving and i do
my best to give it now..
and i do feel like i have
friends.. i will always treasure..
even if.. i never see their face
as that’s how it goes online
sometimes.. i would
really love to see
all their
faces..
but again..
that’s how it
goes online.. ugh..
yeah.. sure.. i miss
a school of faces..
the best part
of work
and school..
is flesh and
blood connecting
faces eye to eye
touch to touch.. as Life..
and sadly in church it is
rare that anyone even extends
a hand to a stranger with the Lord’s
prayer..
beyond
sad to me..
where humans
no longer really
connect in real life now..
but hey.. i will continue to dance
a connection of flesh and blood
life.. with
or without
partners in flesh..:)
Anyway.. it’s time for another
mood song.. as this is going
down for
real..
reAlly
it is..:)
but not until tomorrow morning..
as it’s 1:33 am
and time for
sleep.. with smiles
and likely sweet dreams
after all of this..:)
Back again at 8:53 am..
and oh my goodness.. i didn’t mention
my relatives like my Grandmother
and Father who have passed
away.. yes.. i miss
my grandmother and
sure it is
bitter sweet
with my father
as he never truly
let us in to know
him.. but i do remember
what he looks like and
he seemed nice from
emotional
contagion..
words would have
been nice.. but yeah..
he probably had
Asperger’s the
more silent
kind and
all of that
too.. as sure
there was a now
where i didn’t
express my
feelings
much either..
And two grandfathers
who died well before
i am born.. one who
i’ve never even
seen a picture
of.. part
Sioux Indian..
a smart clerk..
a wanderer too..
and the other..
a noted author
and X-Catholic
Priest from
the middle
of last century
too.. but anyway..
finally arriving
at dVerse now
like an
ADHD poetRy writer
am i.. W/Inks..
And yes… i admit
it.. i miss Disco too..
but i still have Saturday
Night Fever allthenow..;)
Yeah.. i know.. i know.. i said i was going to
dVerse and all of that to respond
to their missing who and
what stuff.. but
hey.. no matter
what the so-called
snobby folks say..
Facebook can be
an incredible inspiration
for stream of consciousness
free flowing poeTry out of
fingers too.. yes.. with
little thinking
involved
as well..
just let it
go in beta/theta wave
state of mind
and be here
now.. with
God’s hand
of Creativity
of Instrument of
God as sAME..
so on that note..
here i go again..
The meaning of
Life is to find your
Gift.. The purpose
is to give it away..
yeah.. how many
times have
i said that
in so many million
words.. hehe.. but
this specific quote
from Pablo Picasso
as generated by Facebook
Friend Sherri.. and further
expression by me just
to share and give..
smiles..
AND ancestrally speaking this is what
REAL HUMAN BEINGS ALWAYS DID..
before psycho leaning minds gained control
with tools of weapons.. psycho leaning means
folks without empathy for other folks feelings
in restricting their will and bringing physical
and emotional harm to them..
in ways of repressing.. oppressing..
and controlling human emotions and senses..
through subjugation with illusory fears..
common in religion and bigger culture
still today sadly.. since the bigger freedoms..
of the so-called primitive folks who are our forager ancestors
for hundreds of thousands of years.. albeit without the teat
of the comfort of instant gratification in culture today..
instant gratification ain’t crap when one is
constantly stressed as a slave to
culture and or religion..
THE God of Nature is the REAL DEAL..
that provides us with our innate instincts
and intuition to survive REAL IN BALANCE
WITH ALL THAT IS AGAIN.. AKA GOD.. AS WELL..
IN THIS LIVE WE LIVE NOW..smile emoticon.. and
yes.. most people miss that too.. even if they never
had it..
here now..
and that’s the saddest
paRt of life of all to me..
one who has never truly
met the God of Nature
face to face
with the
joy of just
being here now..
without the reliance
of cultural tools of instant
gratification to meet what
naturally and innately
makes human beings
happy in ways
of moving.. connecting
and creating.. sharing
ways of subsistence
for survival
and peace of
mind and body
balance with the
GOD of all of
Nature just
now
as Living NOW..:)
Yes.. i’m going to dVerse
for sure now..
as i ain’t
veering
off the path of now..
which simply means
close all the other tabs
on the big
iMac now..
and whatever i
do.. do not look up
in the right hand corner
for all those notification
thingies..
as i continue
on to poet land
online.. so smiles..
again like a guided
missile
of
LOVE..:)
*
Ah.. the 50’s.. social.. roles clearly delineated..
Jobs.. lifetime ones with unions and retirements
can be found..
golden handcuffs
though then for folks
who are different
who truly wish
to express themselves
differentLY and be freer than
most.. freedom wins over
comfort..
as that
is God’s
way.. ironically
enough for folks
who live under the
guise
of
easy…
the only real easy
is when challenge
becomes the
norm as that
is when humans
grow the most
and become
all of what
God’s gifts
can be as
HUMAN
POTENTIAL
and that is now
God’s way of
life challenge
with no gives
without work
baby.. Work..
IT B888H to
survive..
nah.. this is
the world of
Britney now..
Leave it to Beaver
fell asleep on the recliner..
smiles.. challenging smiles..:)
Sidenote: the nice thing
about the folks with the
asterisks who no longer
feel my work is good
enough for
their websites..
or appropriate
enough to their
personal beliefs
or whatever is..
the case now..
when i only
publish the comments
here.. i don’t now have
to worry about stepping
on anyone’s toes.. hmm..
perhaps i will try the asterisks
on all poems one day to truly
let all my creativity out free..
but yes.. i do have friends
who allow me to feel
comfortable enough
to do that
already..
but hey..
that is what
a friend is.. truly
one who unconditionally
tolerates and accepts
different are the
real friends of ALL
and God’s best friends
too.. as God don’t make
any junk to be deleted
or banned..
smiles..
and
challenge UP!
end side note..
and back to
work for
play!..;)
*
Luke.. a truth giver.. and the new speaker in the coming
Liturgical year of the official so-called official
Catholic Church.. per these
words of ultimate
Truth and Light..
Luke 17:21:
“Neither will they say,
‘Look, here!’ or, ‘Look, there!’
for behold, the Kingdom of God is within you.”
Rarely does anyone ‘here’ this message
and apply it to now.. seeking golden
floors of palaces after death
instead of finding
heaven within
always waiting
theRe with
hands of
GOD
for
our hands
to reach back now
and hold now as living
now.. Freest gift of life.. is
up to us to find.. yes.. a challenge
of the camel going through the needle
of the eye of culture and modern religions
but never the less available for all free creation..:)
Another quick side note..
yeah.. God is F in
Brilliant for giving
me these challenges
online of these
aSteRisk folks..
no risk here..
just the
Free Love
of God
and challenge
too.. smiles again..
and end of side note..;)
IF WE keep
Freedom
the win
is easy peacey..
terrorists lose..
and Freedom wins..
i ain’t scaRed.. i’m free.. sMILEs..
F the terrorists.. i WiLL whip tHeir
butts
WitH
sWORDs of FREE! iT ain’t free.. it’s
work
worth
IT FREE now.. just now.. i Fly FReED..:)
If We Lose Love..
WEALLLose…
Well.. for me at least..
my savior comes
as a yellow
boy under a shed
crying to a man
who has lost
all his heart..
for a morsel
of food from
the wild..
the cure..
a morsel
of heart
for me.. smiles..:
in cat paws of Love.. too..:)
*
Sights.. smells..
tastes.. touch..
hearing
feeling
all of what
a presentless
Christmas in
the present of
Love can bRing
to the Christmas
Grinch.. who has
grown a heARt again..
moving.. connecting.
and creating..
a true
gift
of Christmas
any now that
shares and gives
for free without
fear of non-reciprocation..:)
Sidenote again.. now..
code word for
extra curricular
poetic activity
from me.. hehe..
Number three..
and another
very inspiring
AsterRisK
of three so far
as well.. smiles..
So does anyone really give an
F about poeTry on Facebook..
sure.. it’s a much bigger world
now than Lower Alabama
and Milton..
wInks..;)
And hey.. theRe’s
that bible thingy..
that truly is just
one big book of
stream of consciousness
Free Verse Poetry and
Parable now therein..
THAT can be Interpreted
as many ways as there
are stars in the skies..
as books.. words..
and even letters
of PoeTry have
Infinite meanings..
with each set of
human eYes..
a unique
view of a
myriad
Multi-Universe
of human beings..
i can’t help but to giggle
when folks get on the radio
and say THIS IS WHAT THE
SO-CALLED ONLY BIBLE
MEANS.. HEHE.. LIKE..
WE CAN CHAIN GOD
OR EVEN EACH OTHER
AWAY FROM FREE.. SOME
FOLKS WILL TAKE THAT
LIKE RAPE OR
PROSTITUTION
OF OUR INNATE
GIFT OF GOD OF
FREEDOM.. BUT NAH..
NOT FOR FOLKS LIKE
‘US’ WHO SEE GOD AS FREE..
AND NEVER CHAINED BY
ANY PSYCHOPATHIC leaning
Tower of FREEDOM NOW HUMAN
BEING WHO THINKS THEY CAN
LIMIT GOD OR US IN ANYWAY
IN A FREE COUNTRY WITH REAL LIVING NOW
FREE FOLKS.. NO! THAT WILL JUST NOT WORK..
VICTORY!
LIKE THE WINGED
GODDESS OF NIKE
iS GOD’S TOYS
ARE
USiN FREE PLAY NOW!..;)
Well.. first of all.. Glenn..
faces mean everything
to me.. yes.. words
are great.. but
faces are king
and queen to me..
and the worst thing
about the poetry world
to me.. is seeing avatars
without ever the eyes of
souls of faces that say it
all to me.. and this is what
family is really about.. a variety
of faces that continue to change..
where we come to understand..
tolerate.. and appreciate
the differences among
each other and
truly acceptance
and unconditional
Love becomes a reality..
the Internet.. a cold place
overall.. now..
still.. where words
replace faces.. where Love
tries at times to come alive..
and truly nice folks like Brian
Miller go away as it hurts too
much to stay..
without faces.. as is the case
where i lose effective use
of hearing and sight
and literally
could not
remember
what the expression
of anything on my face
was.. happily amazed
when my eyesight comes
back.. without pain..
that there was still
a human living
in all that
text online..
it is seriously
an epidemic..
a illness of heaRt..
a wave.. a Tsunami
of Zombie Apocalypse
that is now upon the
world.. and pArt of why i escape
this place online.. at all costs..
to get back in flesh and blood.. Dance..
so thanks the most.. for the family
picture.. those warm feelings of
human so strong theRe
and ha!.. this time
i spot you immediately..
unlike the Navy picture
out of two.. and
you look a little
like Robert De
Niro here..
and that reminds
me of his newest movie
about old guys rule..
when elders are no
longer respected
a social species
of humans
is
doomed..
for misery
and suffering
at least.. as
clean up crews
peel up the remains
from Japanese Apartments..
sure.. at what cost.. for
electronic
eyes of
Robot
Dogs..
to replace
children to
respect the
grand fathers
and mothers of the future..
as always.. nature rules are best
and will balance it all out whatever
the
human
cost of misery
and suffering now..
happily or sadly
enough in balance now
in dark and light of truer reality now..
Bowling Alley life was the real life for me..
almost two decades of working there..
even if i never learned to Bowl.. the
people then
are the
beauty
of Nature
for me Indoors
in a cave of Love
and faces that live Fresh and new
always changing and bRinGinG
emoTioNs to Life Living Love..
and
so much
more.. dark
and light as now..
and that is what i miss
perhaps the most..
more than
Bowling alone
Bowling ALLONE..:)
In the past.. i am often disappointed
to find so many closed
minds online..
however science
is a friend too..
and after finding
the genetic and environmental
reasons why closed minded
leaning people are the
way they are
with or without
explanation from
them.. i learn now to
understand.. and accept
what makes my skin
crawl.. as
limited minds..
knowing and
feeling that
open minds make
their skin crawl
too.. smiles..
accept what
we can..
and change what
we can.. and don’t
expect to change
what cannot
be changed..
but when it changes..
be thrilLed.. why not..
a nice way to live
free and at peace of mind..
and there is always an
off button/moderation
button for those who
can only
see
so far..
without discomfort
and sometimes yes..
GREAT DISCOMFORT..
it all balances out in the
now as there must
be order
and freedom to make
a world of humans now
in numbers we have
continue to make it..
at all.. on or offline
in the
REALEST WORLD
NOW.. smiles again..:)
Ah.. veering off the dVerse path..
as #breaksaregood ..
and here’s some
inspiration from
real life flesh
and blood
dance
partner
one of three
of Charlie’s
Angels from
Old Seville
Quarter.. Maggie..
from Facebook pages..
in her continuing now
promotion of
a no pants
campaign..
that i totally
and most assuredly
agree with in furry
leg way.. wInks again.. so here it goes all in naked leg way..
Amen.. i literally have not worn long pants.. in over two years..
even in 18 degree weather.. but of course it helps never
to get cold too.. smiles.. furry legs help too.. it’s
like a free pair of pants always..wink emoticon..;)
Oh yes.. almost forget.. being retired helps..
#nooneownsme ..wink emoticon..;)
And my words continue here..
in saying now.. that
God sends us in to
this world Naked
and takes us now
back in less now
than that in dust
as star dust we
are once again..
the cycle of
dust of us
goes on..
so anything
other than our flesh
and blood is icing on the
cake already gifted by God..
and anyone who thinks there is
anything better than skin in reflecting
the God of all that is.. IS TRULY MISSING
A MAJOR PORTION OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD WITHIN..
YEAH.. THAT HEAVEN THINGY NOW.. oh my God
girls with Long dresses in
Christian Schools.. YES..
WE IN THE KNOW AND FEELING
we KNOW where AND WHAT
they end
up getting
into college..
don’t we.. yes
being repressed
like that in ways
of covering up skin
from the God of all..
and they are the ones
who most often get pregnant..
..anecdotal note here only..;)
first before marriage now without
birth control too.. it’s just now
swept under the carpet where they
are either forced to get an abortion
by their so-called holy rolling parents
or get married real quick to someone
they can’t even stand
who has nice
jeans
and a rear
that works..
sad but true
it is human nature..
to withhold the goodies
is to take the passion
higher out of control
for someone who ain’t
seen God’s gifts
before..
and truly
Naturists who
wear no clothes
at all.. including
our first closest
kissing cousins
the Bonobos are
the most loving
and accepting
creatures of
all as hey..
when we get
down to
the skin
and bones
and all stuff
between.. when we find
out we are God’s children
same as all the other
naked animals
in the
REAL KINGDOM
OF GOD NOW..
AND OH MY GOD..
UNTIL YOU’VE DANCED
NAKED WITH GOD iN
NATURE YOU
AIN’T.. no.. AIN’T
EVEN LIVED YET.. now..
THERE IS NO DEVIL
IN GOD’S GIFT
AS HUMAN
BUT THOSE
WHO SEE EVIL
IN GOD’S
KINGDOM
OF HEAVEN..
AND THAT MY FRIENDS
IS THE TRUE ANTI-CHRIST
THAT LIVES AMONG US..
THOSE WHO SEE
GOD.. THE GOD
OF ALL
AS EVIL..
IF WE COME THAT
WAY WE GO THAT WAY
FREE.. IF WE DON’T
WE SUFFER THE
PAIN.. MISERY
SUFFERING..
AND CONSEQUENCES
OF TAKING ACTIONS
AGAINST THE GOD
OF NATURE AND BALANCE..
AND THERE IS NOTHING
MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN
A NAKED HUMAN
BODY in the sun
NOW THAT KEEPS
ITSELF HEALTHY
AS A TRUE TEMPLE
OF GOD SET
FREE AS
NATURE
WILL BE IF
WE LIVE HER..
THE REAL GOD OF NATURE
THAT TRULY HAS NO
NAME
BUT FREE..
SO SURE.. MY NAME
IS NOT COMPLETE
AS FRED
IT IS TRULY LIGHT
FREED.. SO SMILES
AGAIN.. NAKED ONES..
WHETHER YA WANNA JOIN
ME AND GOD AS TOTALLY
FREE OR NOT..
GOD ALLOWS
PEOPLE TO
GO TO THEIR
OWN HELL OF
WILL IN CHOOSING
JUST NOW.. AS THEY
LIKE OR DO NOT LIKE IT.. FREE
IN HEAVEN
OR HELL..
just NOW..
I FOR ONE
CHOOSE FREE
AND NAKED HEAVEN..
SO WINKS AGAIN.. WITH
EYES OF GOD ALL NAKED
AND
i
am
FREE..
WITH ZERO
SECRETS TO HIDE
FROM GOD OR ANY OF
GOD’S CREATION SET FREE
there is NOTHING UNDER
COVER i
ABOUT ME
now EXCEPT
FOR GOD
AS FREE
AND ME..:)
And that’s the short
tree version of allthatisnow..;)
All this is making me very hungry.. time for Lunchbreakfree..;)
Yes.. this is how it works for truly Open-minded folks..
they are secure in themselves and need not
judge anyone else personally
for acting or thinking
differently
even if it is
very closed-minded..
we do come in peace
when allowed
that way..:)
And back to dVerse
where i’ve only arrived
at number 8 now of 24..
this now can likely
be a long worded
afternoon..
but hey.. it’s
storming outside
so i’ll continue
on.. in wordy witty
and sometimes beautiful ways
if course all free and open NOW..;)
Hi.. Victoria.. first of all
and yes.. last of fall..
your mother’s face
speaks one now of
beauty as Love
regardless of
standard
IQ ways
or numerical
ways of age..
left
in the
dementia of old
age that often comes
back like a child before
words to us.. and it still
brings me back to the
fact when i lost all
my emotions
including
the
memory of a smile..
that my friends with IQ’s
of 70 and below..
and my friends
i meet in a
Nursing Home
who have so much
more than me with
a smile as the bottom
line then is they
wanna live
as they
can at
least feel
it and there
is zero life for
me then.. so yeah..
blessings.. gifts.. and
perspectives in life.. of
which there is no
greater
than
feeling Love..
no matter all the
other costs of crosses
in Life
when Love is
here Life
is real..
and if your mom
feels.. she has everything
i didn’t have then… and until
one loses that.. i don’t think they
can truly say
they’ve
been
to hell..
yet.. as hell
is a place where
pain is a gift of heaven..
in retrospect of course then..
and i swear with all the Angels
and tears of God.. the look now
then in the photo on your mother’s
face is worth all the poeTry
that has ever been
written in the
word and
trust me
the devil
can tale
that for sure..
as i am him before
in metaphor and literhell…
with zero point smiles there….
Side note:
And yes.. it is human online connections
like this that make every single one of
11 million words in five years
all worth it to me..
there is no price
or cost of Love
that is too low
or high to share..
and the little inconveniences
of ridicule for having a heart..
or a passion to Love..
ranging from that
to deleting to
banning ain’t
nothing compared
to zero point of
Love and
smiles where
there is zero
left in life to
live for except for
a reptilian brain
that wills to
breathe..
and refuses
to go until
heart life brings
us now home again..
resurrected again..
like a phoenix who
breathes the oxygen..
of Love as well a flAMe
of eternity now of human bliss..:)
Side note lives for now..
Home Again…
For every devil
there are angels
in groups
just waiting
for hell.. sometimes
it’s hard to tale who
the real angel
and devil is.. or was..
or can we tell for sure
at all.. no different really
than true saviors
as well.. we are all
in this game together
and until we play
together
some of us
will
lose or
gain
to devils
or angels.. both..
a complicated
issue that
takes many
shoes to more fully
understand for these
tragedies
of the
human
heart in action..
and terrorists
of most DEMONiNations
are common in the loss
of human heart.. if not
by nature
by nuture
in the cruelest
of Angel hearts too..
‘see that thin boy over there
with the weird shifting eyes
that used to smile..’
‘we should kill
him first
before
he kills
anyone else..’
by telling him
he does not deserve
to exist.. the greaTEST
CURE to pain and suffering
can be
Love given
or taken
for free
or granted in hell or heaven now..
i suppose it can be a choice or not..
For me at least.. i will use relative free will
and make
at least
a butterfly
of difference in a
snowflake of hope..:)
Smiles.. it is obvious
that he still
leaps
for joy
in your heart..
and i can see him
there as joy
in the
heArt of you..
what a gift.. Love..
it never need end..
as long as Love Loves..:)
Smiles.. i never
think about the keys..
they sing without that..
and if they sing
out of
tune
so let it
be this too..:)
i
for
one.. am
born in paradise..
there is no dollar
amount now
that now will
take me away
from here.. in
fact.. there is no
dollar amount
at all in life for me..
True beauty of Natural
Resources is they are
enough and often
more than
deserTed
dreams
alone..
Nature
borns
us as
Nature
dreams
us we are
as is for now..
a smile remains
a beach… for me as free..:)
Well.. for me at least..
my savior comes
as a yellow
boy under a shed
crying to a man
who has lost
all his heart..
for a morsel
of food from
the wild..
the cure..
a morsel
of heart
for me.. smiles..:
in cat paws of Love.. too..:)
*
Smiles.. for we are spoiled..
as crusades come
in years
before..
with burning
bodies on stakes
of differences..
oh human..
can’t you
Love again..
just do it..
i do it..
is what i do..:)
Best friends.. lovers..
mothers.. fathers..
and nature
are simply
us in
Love
as us..
highest power
within.. outside..
above.. so
below..
all around
LOVENOWUS..
Sad.. so many folks
run from emotTioNs..
some never realiZinG
HeARt Runs US..
so simple
yet so
complicated
to lose this Truth in Life..
The REAL LIGHT OF LIFE
FEELINGS JUST FEELINGS..:)
Side note.. yes.. i am
sharing this on Facebook
too.. reference words
here.. and dance
steps too..
Okay.. this is number 13
and just for the sake
of a Baker’s dozen..
starting with this
one.. i’m gonna
go two by two..
and see how
they fit together..
just for fun.. no
one will say that’s
against the rules..
as i make the words
and rules up as i step
the dance of life.. it comes
it goes.. and i for one.. stay now!..
but most of all i just shake it loose..
or as they say.. shake it off.. as it were now too..;)
Side note ends again..;)
Smile of Love..
Universal message
of force across
the ages..
the light
of eyes
that shine
through her
never ages
a 100 years..
Love Lives on
and on in i’s
EyEs of Love..:)
i suppose the happiest poetry
is likely described in the
most beautiful
gardens in
the world..
and the most
violent negative
and aggressive
poetry is described
in the most desolate
of all places.. environment..
no separation.. except for
Love than grows
a garden
in us..
always
hope where
there is Love
A Garden grows
real in eYes of HeARt..:)
And the greatest
Love is the
Love that
still exists
here.. sad
that some of that
has changed.. as school
becomes data more
than
heArt..
in young
and old
in school..
work.. and
home now..
more sadly
old and young..:)
A Nurture of
Love.. a giving
one.. a Love
that need
not never
end.. as long
as there is now
need for Love..:)
For me at least.. life
has come and gone
so many nows
in my life..
i’m just
happy to
have it at
all.. perspective
i guess.. my anchor
is love in me now..
and there’s no way
to throw it over
board TG..
at lasts
finAlly
now
but yes..
i’ve
been here too..
where the emptiness
cannot be filled by
loss of
another too..:)
*
Smiles.. story taling
in all the forms
that come
now.. and new
ones two and
more in blog
forming
ways..
many opportunities
now live again to
relive the stories
of past
futures
now..
Truly a record
that never ends
Love goes
on as long
as servers
Live..
souls
uploaded
to live again..:)
Smiles.. when the heart stays or comes
again.. there is a core
of spirit
that never
grows old..
as i am
16 again
at 55..
and literally
stronger in physical
way than then too.. but
that does not come until
heArt in balance
comes again
as me now..
Humans
amazing
potentials..
rarely tapped..
it is the Jack
LaLannes of
life who truly
tale us who
we can be
if
we try..
oh yeah..
and there’s
Bruce Lee too..
both on the similar
level of Jesus to me as they
actually have the opportunity
to show us how to do more
now..
in more
than words..
as the flesh
hits the roads
of life
in the
real heaven
of now.. my friend..
and if Jesus lives
now.. i’m
sure Jack
LaLanne
and Bruce
Lee will
be two
of his
favorite
heroes too..
just a spark
of intuition
as kindred
soul of old
i suppose
heart and
spirit of soul me..:)
Smiles.. i guess
the greaTest
gift of all
to parents
is children
who survive..
the hope
of
the ages..
dead or alive
in EyEs of parents..:)
Grief
the price
of Love..
and well
worth it..
in my
eYes of sure..:)
A Parent who
lives in children’s
eyes never fully
dies in
Love
here now..:)
Sadly.. nothing
will ever replace
love.. either
given or taken..
but nothing
can take
Love away
when
lived as is
as LOVE as now..
no other answers
i know of truly
but
Love as is NOW..:)
Relationship of
pain and emotions
are strange bedfellows
for sure.. but i do
know that if
we can
bring that
Love as us..
all the pain..
both emotional
and physical
can go away..
and personally
that’s the miracle
i both know and
feel works
for me..
like
Magic Love.. now..
and stays as well..
as sure.. i’ve been
to this place too..
where i scream
at the ceiling for
any feeling
at all..
more horrifying
than the scariest
movie of all
as real..
in
now…
and i hope
for this place
for you as well..
as force of Now Love REAL..:)
And that’s all for now..
at 6:30 pm..
time for working
out and around
8 hours of nows
for poeTry
on this
Stormy
FLorida
Panhandle
day..
minus
a lunch
break..hehe..:)
10,000 words, a dozen videos, & over a 100 of your photos later, I’m trying to catch my breath, Fred. Thanks for the nice comment on my site.Yes, real faces are the key for humanity, communication, & spirituality; one reason I dig all you cock-eyed askance selfies. My favorite image of yours today is the sandy beach imprinted with a 1000 sea gull prints. People have called me a look-alike for DeNiro, Pacino, even Dustin Hoffman. FB contends I look like Bradley Cooper; go figure; cuz I just look like me, cept for my Shakespearian beard growing for my play, THE FANTASTICKS in February. Somehow I feel sad that you have been bared from dVerse. Maybe it just takes too much energy & time to dig your dervish-inspired rants, poetics, & spiritual dialogues. Attention spans are like mosquito dicks, way too short. You brave & brazen reveals of autism & undefined bi-polar issues illustrate the depth of your honesty; willing to dance naked or strip away all pretense or bull shit. No images of Katrina this time? Odd, that.
Smiles Glenn.. thanks so much for stopping by..
i’m in it for the live.. so what comes will
come.. i will tolerate and accept
all of it..
as i’ve already
been to hell and
there is no way but up
at the bottom of that
real pit of life.. my friend..
and Katrina is actually
in 5 of the grand total
of 136 photos..
with only
two face
shots..
but the reason
she is absent at the
beach is she elected to
stay in the car.. to
my chagrin.. yes..
but yah.. she
is shy
and i am
bold.. and
opposites
attract and
we make it
work.. as hey
never a boring moment
anymore for most folks
now.. sitting still with a
smart phone or dancing
with gulf sunset beach
breeze deep in sand with
allthaTis yes.. in eternal bliss..
for now.. i can’t show that
to her.. i wish she could
feel it.. by hey.. it took
me 53 years to get
theRe so
i understand..
and yes.. there is
no dam way i could
of done or read a
tenth of this
if i am
still living
in the so-called
real world in slavery
of cultural sanctioned
work.. all i do is just
a reflection
of how
free i
truly am..
and it’s all good dark and light..
my friend.. in balance.. as is now..:)
Exhaustively amusing. Great pics!
Hank
Smiles Hank and thanks
so much for
scrolling
by..
Hehe..;)
^^^
What a refreshing workout after writing all day long..
But just a break.. as readying the next Blog post..
titled.. “Dark and Light Circles of Life”.. with
more fun dance photos to be added to
that some time in the wee hours
of Friday Morning.. after
celebrating my 85th
week of Rave
Dancing
with all the
Cool College Age
Folks on Thursday Night..
RE-CREATION.. it’s what
keeps the human from
burning.. out.. now the
lesson of Liberty..
Life Is Better
Everywhere
RE-CREATION
Takes Yah now..
Yes.. LIBERTY
DANCING COMING
FOR ME SOON AGAIN!..;)
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