is it my imagination..
or does that photo of that
woman in the NATIVE American
wife or not..
this April never ages..
is A Native American
And yes.. my
great great grandfather
is reported as full Sioux Indian
on my mother’s paternal lineage side..
my great great grandmother or the one before
that is reported as
on my mother’s maternal lineage
The Magic Flute is an opera created by Mozart..
with the symbolism of
by way of
REASON.. WISDOM.. NATURE
IT’S KIND OF LIKE
INTELLECT IN EGO..
OH GOD.. SO MANY LANGUAGES..
SO MANY CULTURES..
SO MANY RELIGIONS..
METAPHORS TO GET TO
WHY CAN’T THIS BE EASIER THAN THIS…
YOU MADE IT HARD..
AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS…
YOU SEE TRUTH IS IN EMOTION
ALL THE SENSES
WORDS ARE JUST EMPTY SHELLS
IN FACT WORDS
SO JUST GO RAVE DANCING
OF THE MAGICK
AND YOU WILL KNOW
OH MY GOD THAT’S GREAT!
YOU KNOW NOW..
..BEST WAY KNOWNOW..
OK i will go with THAT!
AND TONIGHT is my 47th
all the cool kids from
Seville Quarter.. Pensacola.. FL..
with more fun photos coming after
but what can i say.. Wisdom
to abstract term
SO WITH THAT SAID..
MUCH MORE TO COME..
AND SING AND PLAY
!what to do!
no matter what
So sad it is.. that so often.. the good old days are often only seen tomorrow.. truly these are the best of times as they are the only times that truly exist.. as now… i like to believe the future will be better.. the present is the best.. and the past is something to rarely think of at all.. and it seems to work the best for me.. at least for.. NOW…
Truly space travel is considered the progenitor of modern computers.. and the eventual rebirth of poetry in the blogosphere of digital life.. So to go to space CAN be to live in poetry too…
Yes.. i think there is a caution.. a danger.. in relying and relaying the photos of yesterday to cherish the fanfare of today…
i use technology to assist my human being.. but never ever to allow it to stay still.. a new profile photo on Facebook everyday.. to know there is never a day that is the same.. and there is never a face that is one for me.. alone….
To wonder today.. is to wonder tomorrow.. to keep the crayons of the child of life.. is to paint the photo of today.. in living color of now..
rather than the drab or bright grays of the past….
Ah.. the growing life of human mechanical cognition.. the pathway of the brain to computer human.. robot.. AND THE growing growling ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ made true like ‘Terminator 2’.. in the dying hearts of human in machine and flesh and blood cyborg life….
So i dance… i just dance.. and i escape..
While others walk and tow.. a growing machine of life.. all too often…as NOW FULL STO0P….
i feel.. i feel.. i feel…
ThinKing is so today..
but FEELing is so REAL…….NOW.
Yes.. to BREATHE is to live.. anything else cannot be real… and to be human is to live a life of breathe instead of think.. i’m only human and i relish that feeling in every word and step of song and dance.. wHere i only BREATHE ALIVE!…
i DANCE AND SING BREATHE WITH EVERY dance STEP of life i take…
And thank you for reminding me of THAT!…
The NIGHTMARES OF BRAINS that no Zombie can even touch…
i guess it starts with a flint stone somewhere.. TOOLS.. extension of human life.. where human life.. becomes more TOOL than human life….
AN arrowhead.. a slingshot.. a gun.. a nuke.. and then there is potentiAlly none…
and then there are shades of ashes.. gray and clouds of dust and then unto dust human makes dust again….
But there is a bright SIDE NOW.. A COLOR FILLED one i refuse to leave.. for NOW…
Ah.. the big picture of beauty IN heaven now.. lost in the devil of details of illusion of real…
If i can go back and tell myself something in my younger years.. the first thing WiLL be to TURN THE TV OFF…
AND probably not as hard.. with only three black and whites then…
But oh.. so much harder without a fearless dance of life.. at anytime now or then…
As the snowman melts.. time.. time.. as distance and space.. travels a river flowing to an ocean of infinity flow.. ebbing and tiding in and out.. in darkness and light.. moving with dance and singing with sound.. the reality of now.. to go with this is to be free.. to look back or forward in dismay.. without courage and brave for the present.. can be time.. an illusion that’s time…
Without time.. almost anything is possible now.. Without time.. is truly reality…
So true.. as i look out my back window and step outside into nature’s ways aWay from the city.. country life comes true.. that forgets all the toils and troubles that real human witches and warlocks cook up to brew.. this illusion.. this human nightmare.. is never true.. whEre Birds fly free.. Squirrels frolic.. and Butterflies and BEES sing.. and float.. wHere i dance step too.. in the sands of MOTHER NATURE TRUE! simply alive and FREE!…
Ah.. trees.. trees. trees.. that beautify oxygen and CO2 IN perfect human breathing balance…
Ah.. humans.. humans.. humans.. who forget about how important breathing is..
And cut them all down…
Hmm.. trees.. trees.. trees.. you are so intellectually smart and leaving free!..
What happened to humans..
and the tree of life….
with razors sharp enough to trim beards…
and remove trees that are too large for those eyes and balded beards to see…
NOW is reality and time is NOW and time never exists as tHere is only NOW.. how much harder it is to maim and kill others over now than time.. as the fear of past and the hope of future.. often clouds the fruit of NOW…
Yes.. there is a time when my future self tells me too.. to save and use all my P’s And Q’s.. in control of living now.. for a future that will not be bright as the now is now.. and then the now gets darkened to a less colorful hue.. and finally the P’s and Q’s make all the dots of i’s in now.. go away to then… and then.. there is no now but then.. and future promises to always change…
So yes.. the past is gone.. and my future self matters not.. as to relish now.. and to live thEre wholly as holy is certain the pickle i will TO be in for NOW!…
Ah.. the Nautilus shell too.. knows nothing of human contrived past.. or future.. or even so-called presents of NOW.. the Nautilus ‘hears’ the call of the Wild Golden Spiral flow of the Universe.. without ever Knowing a history lesson.. or a math equationed mean of 1.618 TO ‘hEar’ this call in action for the Golden Spiral Flow of life….FOR NOW.. as time or even space and distance.. is nothing in the world of NAUTILUS designed SHELLS that still exceed and reflect THE TRUTH OF Universal pattern NOW IN ART past the bone of human knowledge…
Yes.. just when humans begin to think they are larger than the rest of Nature.. Nature often has an answer for that.. not always calm and soothing.. but results that GET THE JOB of balance done.. without the consent and written approval of humans that are not nearly as SMART AS THINKING CAN MAKE THEM THINK they are…
The meek shall inherit the earth.. and no doubt viruses will number that.. with or without human hosts to serve their life….
i believe in hope and positive change.. and we humans are always stronger together when we work together for the greater good.. there is an element of divide and conquer.. that the ‘gray hairs’ do still live.. but there is truly a growing younger culture who connect with the rest of the world in knowing ways of heArt as well.. as greater avenues for creating hope continue to expand for change and truth…
ThEre is no greater power than human love consisting of relative free will.. faith.. hope.. belief.. in living now.. with TRUST in the rest of nature..and tHere is a growing Truth and Wisdom in the power and beauty of life.. and with that comes appreciation of the blessings that CAN BE GRATITUDE FOR LIFE.. that is the contagious power of the Karma of loving coming FULL CIRCLE TO NOW..:)1!
And so sad it is that some still today escape the ravages of human nature unscathed in brilliant light.. while there are so many who live in the war zones of human hate.. and this is earth.. already heaven and hell.. location.. location.. location.. rings for whomever the BELL TOLLS…
Perhaps one day.. there will be Love for all.. and no doubt that price will come with a tag.. that is never seen before…
And so true.. it is only likely the human animal that sits and worries and even meditates about death….
When most all the other animals simply live in existence now forever.. never ever seeing death…
Amazing we will be afraid of something.. we will never see..
And the other animals sing a brave tune of free.. never afraid of a dark they cannot see…
Ah.. the imagination of humans what dreams and nightmares it brings to the illusion of past and future and even the present of now.. in dreams of illusion…come reality for not even now….
Yes.. humans causally and creatively often create the nightmares of life.. the darkness in notes of books paraphrased 3500 years ago.. in lynchings of slaves of different color trying to be free.. and flogging youth to death for sexual orientations expressed not representing the patriarchal norm..
Mean.. while.. the rest of nature flows to no concern of human nightmares except for the end and destruction of life.. that human nightmares can and do bring to that part of nature too….
And as always nature out of balance.. brings misery and pain to those who imbalance..
And please do continue your poetry here.. as i for one.. have the time retired and the bandwidth too.. to comment on most all without ever expecting a comment from another..
That is a blessing that not all share.. as of course we are all unique.. and never just one expression of humanity through the journey of life as is NOW…
There are no chains in the ways of creativity to me…
friend.. neither known or found.. as words are friends to me…
No expectations OR LIMITATIONS is the freest way to go.. as i know now… so do as you please and i will comment.. as your words do please…
Ah.. yes.. the intelligence of human being bringing order to the unknown AND bringING chaos to the known.. a divine comedy and a tragic one it is all rolled into one paper of fist.. and caring.. happy.. and apathy.. delivered like a headless fish of Mafia Lore….
But i for one ignore the whole fish.. of illusion.. and swim free instead…
And yes.. there is the beast of human nature to contend with in balance.. as even the greaTEST DREAMS lived out of human balance can fail with the most positive thoughts driving imbalance.. at least in my case HA! ha!.. and now i just dance and sing.. and write.. and settle for that.. but yeah.. financial independence does help that.. as long as it does not end thIS…
The poetic expression here IN HEaRT reminds me of dreams but truly nightmares of the mechanical mind translated to flowers on Sci-Fi.. spaceships that travel MILLIONS OF miles with only screens of bright lit nature.. without THE emotional and six senses of contagion including proprioception that plant and animal life REALLY LIVING NATURE only brings to LITE A HUMAN heArt as HEART!
WHEN HUMANS BECOME avatars INSTEAD OF HUMANS.. life already ends long ago.. and for some that already happens and they do not even realize the REALITY OF LIVING IN HELL IS the reality as they live it FOR NOW.. then and future more in a hell all lit up.. by stuff other than animal and plant flesh and blood living LOVING life….
And the darkness of not knowing that is beyond terror to me of knowing that darkness and that light OF REAL LIFE TRUTH.. in exercising human being…
Ah.. true i love the status quo of now.. as to know the future can and WILL remove totAlly relatively speaking free WILL.. to live NOW.. is free.. to create is divine.. in never anything but NOW…
Shh.. the future.. shh.. the past.. only the present of now.. is allowed in sweet dreams of now…
True.. one cannot change the past or future if free is part of that solution…
I actually don’t believe there will be a “first cause” or a “last cause.”
I believe in Infinity.
Aghogday is Walt Whitman reincarnated!
Me too..innately.. intuitively.. and instinctually i know this too… and i am trying to teach this too.. to Stephen Hawking as well.. but that’s likely impossible too.. but with infinity anything is possible too…
Perhaps we all are in A way…
But any way.. with due humility and about two years of free verse poetry underneath my skin.. that’s quite a compliment.. and thank you very much..:)!
Yes.. a mind can be a beautiful thing to lose.. on occasion.. but only with a trust for return…
And by that i simply mean meditation.. the trance of free style dance.. or whatever creatively frees one’s mind into feeling pro-social emotions and or other sensory feelings in regulation and integration.. yes.. freely.. without annoying little thoughts…
But of course a return to the verbal mind is a requirement for more concrete thinking for rules and order to get by in life.. in an increasingly complex cultural organism of many human minds….working together as is.. for whatever works now…
It is also good to be able to read your post. Normally I just scroll past your words to the next post.
I write at least 30 poems today.. in free verse form.. over three thousand words in effort.. over a period of a few hours.. with caps in tow here and there.. as part of an International online poet’s club or pub.. as it is referred to as dVerse Poet’s Pub.. so i guess my caps finger is tired…
But never the less…
To excel at anything requires practice.. practice.. practice.. and more practice.. and my environment for practice can be almost anywhere with both poetry and dance.. and song..as well…
And truly as history shows there haven’t been too many innovative Artists.. who have not faced resistance to the change they offer.. along the way…
Science and Art.. is a fabulous MIX TO ME..named Philosophy..AND free verse Poetry.. to me.. as well…
And it is rare that anyone adds Physical Intelligence to that mix.. and that is the significant change i offer.. friend….
As that part driving emotional regulation.. sensory integration.. cognitive executive functioning along with focus and better short term working memory.. is the cure for 19 medical disorders for me and full human being status in real life now…
Most people will GET excited about a REAL LIFE MIRACLE.. and i am nothing new on that point…as history shows.. as well… AND Science driving technology now allows me to provide irrefutable evidence of what it is NOW…
Yes.. in time distance as space.. faith without positivity is not faith.. to me…
There is truly a day where i write a letter to self.. in future.. in blog at first.. and hopes of recovery from so many ills.. and in that letter i tell myself WELL is to come.. and surely it does.. when dreams in print before.. become reality as real.. when so written becomes SO DONE…
And future dreams become now…
To fret over past or future.. to dream of nightmares then or later.. is certainly not a way for happiness.. but in imagination and creativity the “Quantum” human mind unleashed can make a dream written in the past for future.. become now as reality too…
You are certainly fortunate to remain alive.. as am i…
Life is funny and bright…. after the storms at least……….:)
I’ve been diagnosed with hypomania.. per fearless.. invincibility..
that i logically understand is illusion.. except for that fearless feeling..
AND other stuff here and there that harms no one…for about 18 months
straight now.. but honestly.. i for one am born with hypomania.. it is Culture
that takes that away….
Put me back to work in the 9 to 5 grind.. and bliss will likely disappear again……
Thanks GOD i don’t have to go back to that now.. i’ll keep my so-called hypomania..
And who ever wants to.. CAN keep illusory fears.. as what i understand to be a true evil
of life.. IF they WILL or like.. but NOT for
It is estimated that 5 to 9 percent of the general population exists in a state of hypomania
and there is most definitely a relationship between hypomania and creativity.. if not.. we might
still be living in caves…..
IF that at all…….
i’ll take the neurochange over the nuerosame any day of now….
And the neurosame is here.. for an evolved way too……
Anchors are important
too… so yes.. THANK GOD FOR MY NEUROSAME WIFE…
BUT i STILL.. ‘feel’.. like i’m.. ‘the’ sane one…
Ha! me too.. but i try to keep my hands on the steering wheel of life.. never the less…
But still.. i do let it ALL go.. and flow.. when not on the ‘highways’ of life…
In other words.. i drive safe… literally.. drive safe…
And if it wasn’t for my wife.. who let me know about the 5 red lights.. i didn’t notice.. the first day the hypomania started.. this go around..i might not be here.. to talk about highway safety…
Again.. the anchor thingy.. PRICELESS.. too…
Life is strange..
And GOD WORKS
IN VERY MYSTERIOUS
i listen to tHIS
and i start paying much more attention
at THAT funeral
So is that a good thing or bad thing..
A short ode to ADHD..
you know now..
THOUSAND YARD STARE..
And all those years ‘you’ THINK..
NOT PAYING ATTENTION
i’m JUST paying attention to at least
MOVING THROUGH THE HALLS AND DOORS
THREADING THEM CAREFULLY
FOUR BY ONE
AT LEAST ALL FOUR
AND FOR NOW