Ah.. yes.. beauty does not think.. does not remember..
does not forecast.. nor even feel.. beauty exists..
as art is art human or not..:)
Ah..the eyes of rain do cry in drops of joy..
ah.. the glistening colors..
do shine through
drops of
life..:)
Ah.. the sad tunes.. of a human cocoon..
wrapped in blankets so secure and warm.. never venturing
to precipice of fear.. never finding imagination to grow..
a rose.. of butterfly wings.. so far
as far does go.. in Creation Activity..
nectar of life awaits.. fear is
cut off wings.. to arise..
in light from fear.. is
to arrive alive now..
with Butterfly Wings..:)
Ah.. yes the entire earth is a ball of confusion of Yin and Yang..
where material reality of west of Yang.. meets contemplating
Eastern ways… Where the human mind and body becomes
balancing Yin and Yang.. is igniting a passion
play of flesh and spirit alive as fire and love..
I Just imagine the earth dividing
Yin and Yang.. in east and
west hemispheres of being
like the
mind and
body
dividing
not yet
balancing
as one..
Ah.. humans
as neurons and
the earth as brain..
Put it all together and
what will come next..:)
Truly it’s amazing ‘our’ children
can see the face of the moon..
but ‘we’ call them down from
dancing
in
church pews…
i notice that now..
it’s truly sad
it takes
so long..
but happy
is only now..
And the children
dance with the
face of moon..:)
Decades pass by soil.. calling me..
sparkling in grain of healing..
to spray a dust of light on me..
Ah the years.. the years..
there is no sand for me..
the growth is gone..
no nourishment for soul..
will come again.. but..
with grain of sand.. i do arise..
as leaf of life.. once more.. reaching to..
sun of heArt.. and spiRit released.. in grain of eyes.. as green..:)
The breath of me.. is bark of trees.. the bark of i.. stands tall and straight..:)
Ah.. yes… many petaling stories.. flowering.. insect connections..
do lay at feet.. of nectared spector.. as cycles do tale..
spinning wheels.. of life.. beyond most eyes of
larger reach..:)
Owls of grass.. i never see.. they certainly are.. a delight..
in leaves so green.. the tree of owl.. is who at night..
and owl of grass.. is green owled wise..:)
Yes.. the scum of pond is earth’s delight.. the green that comes..
is Sun’s.. great.. synthesizing.. photo light.. the smart camera
of pond.. glistening.. in pale grades green.. do tale a
deeper story.. of amphibian stools.. in pads of
life..:)
How.. sweet the owl.. of orange glowed glove.. holding
eyes so wise and warm.. the Universe.. sings refrain
of who.. so who.. so who.. rings true in
capture of love.. returns.. in
owl of orange glove way..:)
Hummingbirds please.. airwaves
for me.. singing zinging
‘copter wings.. of small
joy are they.. in nectar
songs of purple
flight..:)
Beauty of the worm
and purple tongued
Iris.. do work A
way into.. soils
of soul..:)
Ah.. the old coot.. and truly when i first go dance my style is different than
all the young folks.. and i do not even care to notice the difference..
not unlike the coot of concrete human parks.. it’s too bad
the folks of concrete cannot change.. but haha!
now the youth of dance halls
do copy coot..:)
Ah.. the skies of blue.. and rivers of ocean cool.. do swirl about
in eyes of deeper blues and lights of being..
to curl about as feather in
flight.. is where i for
one.. do go.. in comfort
and delight..:)
Ah.. i am always drawn here
as words.. for no feeling other
than sands.. and scopes of
beach.. as to view life
as whole of beach
is to live..
just
live..
as squirrel
gathering
nuts
of life..:)
Ah.. the vision of the quick turns
of hummer buzzing
to feel that
each turn in life
does result in
newly found
nectar of
life is
a joy of life
as long as
the balance
of
nectar is
retained
and
finding..:)
Ah.. the curiosity of the young of nature..
and the motherhood of protection..
that runs strong with love..
of nurturing wild and free
with safety..:)
The song of dinosaur.. still exists in bird.. time memorial..
time of old.. time of valley tropical.. time of lore..
time is now.. bird is now.. song is now..
beauty..:)
Water in the sea.. water in the thunder.. water in the rain.. is all
sea of life.. tear drops.. reins of love.. endeared.. in
reign.. of Nature’s muse..:)
Umbrella of love.. sinking self within.. Umbrella
breaks.. of sweat of reign outside.. Umbrella
sees in love outside.. when connecting
heArts dew rain..:)
Dedicated to a child born 18 years
ago.. who still lives
in the song
of my
eyes..:)
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Featnote:
Tonight is my 61st Rave Dance Week Celebration..
and as an ongoing documenting process..
more fun photos of dance coming
sometime after dance
ends3AM
with all the cool college
age folks at Old Seville
Quarter
Pensacola
FL..
NON-verbal
FREE VERSE poetry is
my
most favorite
free verse
poetry
of
all..
Not a word
and dance DOES
IT
ALL..:)
!HAKUNA MATATA!
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Ana, one of the best ways to approach this
is to approach the most creative of artists;
not just Sci-Fi Fiction writers, to how the
creative process works for them.
For some folks it is a paint by numbers process.
For other folks it is totally innate, instinctual and intuitive.
There is a huge difference between the two; as one is all art;
And the other can be mostly systemizing science and no; far from
science fiction.
When human beings create by intuition the conscious planning mind
of past and future AKA the reasoning mind is put to rest; this creative
mind is a mighty metaphor of Quantum human mind and body unleashed
and released that can make leaps beyond logic of what scientists do with
a ‘tricycle’ instead of a ‘sonic blast’ of human creativity fully set free and not
bound by rules of ‘mere mortals’ who only think in systemizing ways. There is
‘a song of human creativity’ that comes from a soul that does have mind and body
balance that has no ‘eyes or ears but now’; that ‘sings a spirit of heArt’ that is free
of the restrictions of culture that says no, ‘ do not believe in more than what is in
front of my normal six senses of just seeing, hearing, touching, tasting,
smelling, and proprioception as believing’. Ah, the creative mortals ‘see’
so much more than mere mortals will ever perceive with just six senses
of ‘normal human way’. And truly words of the bible are not more
revolutionary or ‘revelationary’ than a sit-com or slap-stick
comedy produced by the minds of ‘greater humans’ who
do tap into much more than reasoning human
mind and or the six senses combined.
Carl Jung’s, et al, ‘view’ of Synchronicity
comes true in direct proportion to the
‘velocity and magnitude’ of this
freest of human minds and
bodies in balance. And any
truly creative person will
tell you all about
the amazing
synchroncities
that grow in life when
in the state of growing
intuitive creative mind.
And even science shows
now that the human artistic
side of mind away from systemizing
neocortical methods of analyzing past
and present are repressed by any problem
solving way of thinking. The poet or the painter
who paints by numbers will never ever ‘see’ this way.
Nor the scientist that even proves that creativity is repressed
by mechanical cognition state of mind. And the beauty of it is
that human social cognition in general is associated with human
creativity and freest intuitive art; in general, Free spirit artists are
among the most kind and loving nonjudgmental people as intuitive
artists flow with ‘Uni-verse’ instead of paint by number minds. And to
flow as human being is to cooperate with all others for survival. A painted
war face or dance face of primitives that is not by numbers is a more advanced
art than a systemizing mind will ever be now; as there are no instructions; just the
human soul, heart, and spirit fully set free, and this is the way our ancestors do live
in the dream time of lucid ways of ‘thinking’ WIDE AWAKE. Ah, so much is forgotten
by systemizing minds; but ah, so much is remembered by the intuitive creative mind
that even tells amazing synchronous stories of the future; with no intention needed at
all but the records of arts of the past that view the future in now, as truly now is always
now and time is the illusion for the mind that enters into the dream of GOD manifest in
reality
of
human
eyes…:)
The bible is child’s play compared to what the modern mind can do in measure of
synchronicity and developments of the future to come to play. Nah, God does
not play with humans; humans play with each other; and the eyes of GOD
manifest AS HUMAN BEINGS, DO COME TO FRUition in ‘laughs’
of GOD that are both amazingly funny
and amazingly
sad.
And here is just a little example from
one of my favorites from the
Big Lebowski movie;
note the man
on the TV
and the
date
of
check.
God is not a prankster
but the human
mind in
synch-
chronous
flow is beyond
the mind of science
all alone without
a shadow of
doubt
but
for those
who never ever travel
to the place of the truly
human creative mind.:)
We can keep it as ‘our’ ‘little
secret’ if ‘you’ like; Truly the
naysayers have no clue;
and truly science
is just starting
to figure out
what ‘we’
have known
all along, my friend..:)
And for the most creative of minds in this intuitive flow of being;
sychronicities can be observed in the score of scores of numbers
and not just
one
9/11..:)
Anyway, have a nice now;
and may creativity
flow
with
you and
GOD aS
ONe, ANA.
The most amusing thing about organized religion
that attempts to chain the ‘gifts’ of God all within
‘their’ selfish religions is
they FAIL; yes, FAIL
to realize;
God is an ‘EEO
employer’. ‘EQUAL EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITY’.
There are no pre-requirements to be a prophet.
Even scientists can be prophets with or without profit;
Homeless folks; and rock and roll musicians like Led Zeppelin.
One of my favorite songs of ‘propheTRY’ is done by Led Zeppelin;
perhaps, with the help of some ‘chemical’ additives; but the point remains
‘God’
‘loves’
‘angels’
as much
as ‘devil’s, and
‘Led Zeppelins’,
‘Teslas’,
And the so-called person on the street
that the religious right suggests should
pull up ‘their’ bootstraps, even if they are
bare foot, food-less, and homeless.
Truly we live in a sick society;
but folks with ALL REAL EYES
of GOD can get past this
with a little help
from their
friends,
as
well..;)
My wife and I never pass a homeless
person without giving at least something;
as traffic allows; but for me I know something
much worse than being homeless; being without
a soul of mind and body balance; being without a
heart of emotion; and being without a spirit to feel
that emotion and senses of others, including all of
nature aka GOD; and to express that emotion and
senses WITH OTHERS and nature aka GOD.
The ‘science’ of the human soul, heart, and
spirit is just now coming under purview
of science, as the last and most
important hold-out of
human knowledge
in both reason
and most
importantly
FEELING.
Religion uses metaphors like soul,
heart, and spirit to attempt to describe
the internal universe of human beings; that
has no consistent method of science to measure
that, as each human’s internal experience in how ‘they’
perceive the Universe is truly a non-repeatable unique
experience of ART; and that is pArt of why a person who
receives a degree in stuff other than what can be properly
empirically measured is ART and NOT science, in terms of
acronyms of BA, BS, MA, MS, and yeah, then there
is doctor of PHILOSOPHY of STUFF; most of
the internal life of human being, in terms
of how humans get depressed, get
un-depressed, get anxious, get
un-anxious is still a mystery,
in terms of human beings,
as rats do not make
good lab subjects
in this way.
But anyway; religion
and philosophy,
and poetry,
and music,
including
rock and
roll;
gives ‘ITS’ best shot;
as well as all other
associated arts.
Perhaps one
day science
WILL MORE
FULLy CATCH
UP.
IT’S AMUSING;
MORE THAN AMUSING
for me to watch ‘nerds’
attempt to describe
the ‘hows’, ‘whys’, ‘whens’,
and ‘who’s, of how GOD
works; and yes; that
includes fundamentalist
religious ‘nerds’ too; when
GOD just is as is NOW; truly
all the rest is less than flesh
and blood existence AKA just living
in balance with nature AKA GOD, AS IS.
The greaTEST illusion is to make something
so beautiful and free as ART, as the GOD of nature IS
INto something as ugly and plain, as a scientific method.
That’s just disgusting to me; and I find great pleasure that
‘the moderators’ have decided to ‘set me free’ from speaking
to ‘these folks’, in words of poetic justice that God of Nature
most definitely
gifts
me
with,
aS
ONe.
I even wear
a white watch
and white shoes
to my dance
last night;
usually
they are
black;
to celebrate
my release
from
‘darkness’
here; smiles,
and have a great day;
you don’t personally attack folks
Janissy; I appreciate that; it proves
your humanity here; like I said, GOD
is an EEO employer; and some atheists
and scientists are much greater citizens
of the God of Nature, than frigging Pat
Robertson, who talks about acts of
GOD destroying gays; and all the
other examples of psychopathic
leaning clergy; AND just another
way of human darkness
plain to see for
the archetype
of human
‘angel’ or
’empath’
like
me..;)
Anyway, my time here on this
site, continues as a very
‘prophetable’ one;
in terms of
LED ZEPPELIN’S
KASHMIR.
Smiles; no, not
just smiles;
BIGGEST SMILES..:)
And Winks from God
of Nature too; AKA
SYNCHRONICITY..:);
REVELATION
OR
W The
F or FUN I T
Comes AGAIN
AS..:)
Yes, in someways, I’m a lot like
the stone statue on that Beatles
Album cover; other than it
is like a pre-stone replica
of my face; long head;
broad shoulders, and
all of that;
‘Moonchild’;
or Not..;)
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“How tall does the Sycamore grow;
if you cut it down you will never Know.”
– Colors of the Wind
Pocahontas
That’s a clue.. smiles..;)
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You are welcome Rafiah.. and i am happy.. yes.. a little sad too.. as this would have been my child’s 18th birthday today.. so i write a little poetry today.. to dedicate to that…
But anyway.. it’s good to be alive.. and to celebrate life.. is the best way to celebrate
the short 51 day life of my son.. in the song of my eyes.. of love for all others too..:)
So yeah.. i will just pretend that you are my surrogate daughter today.. and i am saying hello to her.. and oh.. my birthday is coming up on Saturday the 6th.. making it to 55.. feeling as young and vital as I do.. when i am 5.. so happy BD to me.. as well.. hehe!..
in advance now.. why not celebrate everynow as joy.. no matter BD or not..
is what i for one..
sing always..
for
now in JOY of LIFE..:)
The black heart fires of the soulless raven know no
tears of forest trees.. the green is black.. the
earth is scorched.. but a leave of of hope
comes to take the
spirit alive..:)
The bride of nature knows no no’s of life
or pleasure.. the bride of nature pleases
all with soft and course ways of fire..
the groom comes ill prepared but
learns..:)
In the greatest depths of misery.. sorrow..
emptiness.. piece of paper existence..
the seed of hull of hell is
is anti-matter to
create.. to grow
a
crown
of
Gold..:)
A zillion star neurons spinning
biggest organ procreating..
finding ways of
sexy living..
inside
outside..
Frenching
spiRit
pantTing
caNvas
soUl and heArt..:)
Oh Lord.. the posturing of manhood..
Where silvered pride dollars become
worth more than tiny
shards of rooster
balls..:)
I never have any
bar stories to tale..
but now i too.. have
collected some standing
silver dollars.. in tail
between the rooster
balls.. in
pride
of
others..;)
So true.. not stop..
not destination.. most importantly
not competition.. life is life..to live
in movement and creation activity..
doing IT
always
for
now.. and perhaps
a stepping direction..
more now..
never
before
emotions
new..:)
True words of the tiny
are words of the strong…
living worlds instead of words
are the strongest
of all.. as Universe
at low grows highest
of all..:)
A human without a devil
is a human grown cold..
the fur of devil does
drive the reptile
of survival
that lives
inside..:)
Seas and trees and home of skirt..
all do please around ankles
or not of heart well
sung.. oh.. the
soul of me
does sing
true..
the sound of home..
in seeds of be..:)
Ah.. eyes of stars look down
on heavenly eyes.. wishing
to feel the depth of
human heArts
and souls..
oh the spiRit
of human rises
and the desire
of stars
are
finally
feeling..:)
Little drummer boy sings
a song of higher trombone
notes.. with lower sounds..
in greater growls.. jawbone
rumbles human phones…
Oh Goodness.. the science of poetry
can become so complex
i forget to write..
forget the rules
and never learn them..
for me is lucky as rules are my thing
so much
of life in ruling it..
but anyway.. instructions can be fun…:)
Ah.. the blessings of counting the
gifts.. and oh.. the gift of taking
no more than one needs..ah
the greatest gift of sharing
so all can stay alive..:)
Ah.. the tears of the truest scream
i know.. is a dry tear of horror
i know all too well..
when all is left of life is
scream.. i hope that tears of
joy do come your way..
for what is left
in loving life..:)
Ah.. the life of fearlessness
conquers all.. Oh..
the soft and fearless
conquer
love..:)
The recoveries of life are abundant
in a life well challenged..
Ah.. the strengths of life
do come in bounty
for a life
well
changed..:)
Oh.. the prayers of the homeless
who truly live in home
of connecting with
others and nature
with materials
second to all of that
do dream and pray
the deepest truths
of all.. there is
genius
on
the
streets.. still
named Love..:)
Ah.. know one knows no’s like a
stuff nose.. on the platter
of life.. just getting
to run.. forward
the skin
that
crawls
past..:)
The bird of abscence.. is a lonely soul of flight…
Ah.. the cliffs of reminisce.. do bring
bright dreams.. heArt filling
rock.. so true with
spirit expressing..
Love is
Writing
on the
Stones.. rolling
notes.. of ocean blue
of nauts of winds in skeyes..:)
Ah.. the animal skins of love.. is truly
a place i love to go.. wild and free
with clothes on.. but never the
less.. young *dancers
do bring ‘subtle’
delight..
Yes.. sex sales
more than money
it sales creativity
and productivity
even science
says that’s
so..:)
Ah.. with freedom..
almost anything is
possible with
animal skins
DELIGHT..:)
(:*women with
clothes on.. too;)
And i am a
hairy Ape..;)
Ah.. to speak the mind
all the way free..
to do whatever
ya want.. is
certainly a
go for me..
as long as
no one really
loses a nose..
noise can be
drawn out..:)
Ah.. i go to the mall at least once a week and buy not a thing..
but marvel in all the emotional art of human being designed
around a motive of selling.. but still the art of it i can
separate and volume into photos of artistic beauty from
the ‘T and A’ at ‘Victoria’s Secret’ to
Dick’s Sporting goods..
in all the inspirational
quotes from the REAL PHILOSOPHY
OF SPORTS that is a microcosm
of the human being
Spirit of living
life wild
and
free!
And Warhol will
be proud
of me..
i
suspect..
At least.. he will
UNDERSTAND..
like you..
my friend..:)
Oh.. the artifacts of life..
do pale the comparison of
twinkling stars at night..
the old of life look back..
the young of spirit look up..
to stars of possibility..:)
Ah.. to feel the life.. from head to toe.. to breath to hair..
from finger to who.. and i do connect.. as hearts of souls..
in expressing passion filling spirit.. this way.. do carry
on a mission of life alive.. for what is life
WITHOUT PASSION!
F-in Nothing..
much worth
living..
To keep the passion
is never EVER to
kill the human
soul.. heart..
and
SPIRIT
DEAD ALIVE..
Punk over
Zombie
any day
of now
for me!..:)
Ah..a move away from nature.. is always a move away
from reality.. nature’s truth.. is always true.. where humans
lie.. as always true..:)
Roses.. burgundy love.. alight in lips..
kissing.. soft petals.. beauty.. now..:)
Ah.. to step forward from loss and grief.. is a tool to move
ahead.. in positive way of life.. as every second
can be.. to celebrate.. to write the grief.. and
loss down.. on paper type.. can
be.. to truly let it.. stay..
and let it go.. same..
as living
better..
for
now..:)
Strawberry eyes go deep into
soul root ancestors..
to heArt.. measuring
goose bumps.. green
valleys.. past and
present..
skins
and bones
in
Art of Strawberry
that is us with ART
@HEart..:)
i suppose.. one of the most wondrous lights about snow.. are the white
glory ..in brightening up.. the shadows of dark winter nights.. and
grey days Winter’s leaves.. in wake of killing cold.. but in Florida..
not uncommon for blooms and evergreen.. year ’round..
So perhaps.. snow does not bring
same delight.. when green life
lives so fervently.. all around..
never the less.. i love snow..
as it is my rare friend..
of once a decade..
or so..:)
Different snows
for different
folks..
all
analogy..
analogy
for
all..:)
Ah.. the sparrow lives in bird and feather..
the human lives in skin more than feather..
but alas poetry is created and not
born.. by innate means alone..
in reflecting on how all it
all comes to be.. we
reflect in
poetry
of all
that
is
reflection
of
all
that
is..:)
The dream of night can be for fun..
but the dream of day can be for
survival.. from scenarios of
life too much for
reality.. so
perhaps
our
imagination
is evolved
for just that
purpose to
escape reality
to live.. be strong
no matter curse of life
that falls upon from evil ones…
Ah.. the struggle for life.. from breath to food
to staying afloat on water top.. is a price
we pay for life.. but the connection.. instead
of word.. in senses and emotions.. without
toil and word troubles.. can come alive..
in comfort of animal
sanity.. in feeling
and sensing
and most
importantly
connecting to
all
in
now..:)
Ah.. a name spells truths of ancestral generations
before.. as the choosing of the name of a
child is usually the greatest of meaningful
decisions in life.. but less hand
picking than copying from
celebrities these days..
as what we do
is what
we
do..
and perhaps
what becomes
of our children
too..:)
Ah.. all the records of life.. strewn about on the highways of life..
Ah.. now.. ah now.. where records truly no longer exist..
Ah.. ah now.. is a place
without littered
roads of
eyes of
passing
by..:)
Theory of mind.. is an art mine.. ah.. to pleasure..
is to guess.. or pain.. of pan’O’mind.:)
Ah.. yes.. to live now..
is to live forevermorenow..
as truly now.. is forever.. and
time is only illusion..
of past and
future..
neverforeverlessnow..:)
Oh.. the scream of nature.. not readily heard.. but thundering
LIGHTENING as spirits of animals living all around..
is ONE i ‘hear’ at ‘night’.. when Industrial IT world
‘sleeps’.. and this nature tales me.. WE are listening..
WE are telling.. WE WILL make this life
HELL for YOU.. if YOU do not cOOperate…
Some of WE are here millions
more years than YOU..
and when YOU GO..
WE for ONE
WILL STiLL
BE living
LARGE…
If I haVE some mixED magazine
clippingS it will look more like
a ransom letter for
OUR
HIDE..
AS just another humble
messenger.. of Mother Nature
TRUTH..:)
…sorry… that is long…
but inspiration does that
to me.. Thank you.. very much..:)
Sadly.. although MOST human being are gifted with the potential to have hearts..
it is like a garden that must be nourished in ’empathy education’
continuously through life.. and the sad truth is.. when..
for example.. a ‘patriarchal’ mommy and daddy keep
telling their son.. not to cry.. and to repress all
the emotions of softness.. OR that comes through a
lack of nurture in small childhood.. OR social abuse..
when the heart grows stone instead of flower..
the spine and the skin.. of the naked woman
in curling fetal position.. is no more
than that.. without the colors of
the human heArt.. the skin lies
in shades of grey..
as observed by
‘Lesser’ men…
A balance is required for life..
as souls.. hearts.. and spirits.. of both men and women..
to grow.. as garden of love.. to escape Fire Extinguishers of LOVE…
Seriously.. most people have no
idea that the
human heart
is
a muscle that
must go.. almost
everyday to the
LOVE GYM OF LIFE..
I learn that lesson a very very hard way…
There is no pain greater than
numb.. there is no embrace that
can take the place of the
HUMAN HEART..:)
AND when exercised enough..
‘that muscle’ can withstand
any storm
of
loss..:)
Ah.. the human eyes do bring blind to truth.. too often when
clouding through eyes of anthropomorphic culture..
ah.. the human soul.. heart.. and spirit..
can come alive.. without the eyes
of cultural
eyes of
nearsighted far..:)
You are very welcome..
To connect to another soul..
even without face or presence..
is the greatest Art of human heart..
and to makes words.. organic.. is lasting life of soul..
AS SPIRIT.
And for the archetype of angel.. AKA human empath..
there is no greater practice than loving forever..
whether one is here or not…
‘Flesh and blood’ men and women
will never know this
gift and present
of the full present
and future well.. of loving others..
in watering Love of humanity’s LIGHT..:)
Ah.. the Hibiscus.. a multi-colored flower.. of delicate beauty..
a tropical lovely.. is sensitive.. to cold..
and yes.. wife Katrina.. is Hibiscus
of women.. oh.. a delicate flower..
but OMG.. do we fight
over a..
THERMOSTAT OF LOVE..:)
Ah.. the spector of beauty.. is a mix of skin and eyes..
that shines out of feeling.. and not the flesh alone..
but for a culture that can no longer feel the shine..
of eyes and skin.. from within.. there are answers..
but for humanity.. to come again…
Every new woman I meet..
eyes i remember..
the rest
is just a fog..
but eyes i am..
and
feeling..:)
Ah.. silky white sheen.. moonlit gown..
face of moon.. veil arises.. covering
paRt of face.. moon a romantic..
playful one indeed..
set the sky a light.. where
stars can’t
measure up..:)
Ah.. best of days.. all words am i..
losing words.. to dance of air..
water as breeze.. a man ballets..
as soft as snow.. SWITCH blade..
knifing feet.. warrior true..
BUT blade of peace.. ah.. so smooth..
in soothing light ..mind and body balancing..
so simple.. balancing one foot and other..
in melody.. no lessons.. no school.. flowing
abdominal.. spiral direction.. melting heart..
softening tension.. water is i.. flow..
no holds barring.. soul.. feeling heArt..
expressing
spiRit..:)
Ah.. the beauty of what nature’s give..the owls and gloves.. 🙂
And the blessing of abundance hold no prisons of life..
for those see the gifts
alive..:)
soil of soul – i like that – and nature sings so many psalms – there’s so much beauty around us if we just open our eyes
Ah.. yes.. and since i start making free verse photography
a way of.. art as well.. my eyes of nature grow
more and more
in song of
‘smarter’
nature’s ‘polaroids’…
Smiles and thanks for dropping by and
sharing some soil
of soul
with
me for now..:)
It is an interesting thoguht on the world dividing to yin and yang. We have such a divising nature, always looking for ways to break apart. This is rather like a trip through the poems from Tuesday, I see little hints of all the ones you read. Very cool. Love the pic of the little lizard. I miss them from when I lived in florida. My old cat (now deceased) used to eat them as snacks. Ha.
Hi X.. it’s actually a copy and paste of all my inspirations in response to poetic voices from Tuesday as a kind of collaboration of poetry initiated souly by me.. i’ve actually been doing this for months.. and continue to develop a free verse poetry voice.. in a prompt of multi prompts.. haha!
The best thing of all is it is effortless and fun.. no contingencies for me other
than the art of life.. as my goal is not just produce art.. be art in all
i am as living
thing..:)
Thanks for dropping by and.. ah.. to join the forces of yin
and yang in one human is hard enough..
to join it with others
is the
job
of
JOB..;)
But i am not
finished
yet..;)
The natural man speaks, as the 41 images dance over the almost minuscule 806 words (about the girth of most of my poetry), with a perspective of sky, of cloud round-ups & swirling popcorn cumulus/cirrus sculpture. I like your poetic lines /ah, the sad tunes of a human canon/wrapped in blankets so secure–never venturing/ to precipice of fear/. All that is missing from your unique poetic style is “Recitation”, the actual sound of your voice. Go to Sound Cloud, brother, & make audio renderings of your spiritual existential metaphysical words. That would round out, & balance your performance Art.
Hi Glenn.. thanks again for all the spirit lifting encouraging words.. and actually i’ve started reciting some of theses more poetic works of art with wife and mother.. and my mother an actual print published poet.. who still sings a soprano voice at 80.. at last practice says she is amazed by the sounds i can effortlessly make with my throat.. and truly it is effortless as singing in Catholic church.. as singing is truly more of me at heart than words..
And as an individual who cannot put words together until age 4.. the piano and emotion of sing song voice is truly how i learn to communicate.. with the ‘little’ issues here and there of growing with an autism that is not diagnosed then.. and yeah.. the ADHD and all of that.. that us all natural nomad warriors at heart do seem to carry across the
continents.. but yes.. i think i will get to that next step of recitation soon.. and have done a couple of Karaoke stunts on youtube.. the first and last of my life.. for a sample of what is possible with the range of my vocal chords.. and truly it is almost from
crocodile growl to soprano howl..
when done ‘properly.. as such with creative or wild eyed flow of course..:)
Anyway.. thanks for the suggestion and hopefully that will be coming
soon.. and knowing me.. i’ll probably go back to the old
stuff and do it too.. but just this more real
poetic flow stuff i do.. and not the
thousands of words thingy stuff..
smiles..:)
The little lizard, magnolias, beautiful sky – lovely psalmets on their own with out any words.
You know Kanzensakura.. although there are issues of darkness with technology.. we truly live in a wonderful word of digital possible ways of art.. not even imaginable before..
To think.. that just with a little 4 inch.. phone device.. on a casual three mile walk around
my home living local area.. i can capture anything i like with no limit of a
modern polaroid high def camera in fingers and hand…
If this isn’t heaven for artists of free creativity
nothing ever will be..
at least before in
history..
i ever hear of before.. as
there’s no telling where this
freedom will eventually go for
folks like me who are even much
younger and older with time and
creativity
at their
back.. smiles
and hope your nows
are all beautiful
nature
ones
too..:)
I love having that technology at my fingertips, in my pocket! I take a lot of photos of the blue sky. You take so many great pics of what is around you and share them. Instead of having them all in a long line down the page, have you ever cosidered dojng a slide show of them? Putting them all together to unfold in random or set order? It is easy and a great way to showcase them. I have done that several times with the autumn sky from dawn to dusk, flowers, snow. WordPress is easy to do this on. It puts the photos in a whole new perspective and it is wonder to watch them unfolding, changing…it would add movement to your moving poetry. Just something to thjnk about….a slideshow on the happy orange kitty or your bench pressing, water photos, when you went to that gathering/cookout and those two delightful dogs were part of your photos. If I can figure it out, anybody can! 🙂
That’s a great idea Kanzensakura.. and i think that could be an additional focus of effort for me.. that i will look into.. as truly i’m not cognizant of that feature until you tell me now..
The line of photos are representative of the synchronicities i find all in the creative mind of me and the rest of nature.. but there are no limits to that of time.. distance or space.. and it is likely to pop up in any medium of God’s eyes that lives in nature…
even the digital world.. expressed as such beyond the eyes of
science..:)
Here is a link to a post I did with a small slide show of scenes from a trip. I put them to show in random order which I think, somehow, they by themselves go in the order that is best for them. Very simple. I have done slideshows with up to 20 images. But you might also like the story with this too, I think!
http://kanzensakura.com/2014/10/10/scenes-from-the-trip-part-ii
Thanks so much Kanzensakura.. i visited your page and loved it.. i think i will try that sometime too.. smiles..:)
https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2015/06/04/late-night-thoughts/
^^^
Ah.. the Kuran of God is gifted to every man and child at birth.. and the separation i find from religion is at the time of my child’s birth when a deacon calls me as my child is suffering and tells me if he does not get there soon.. the child will suffer in hell forever..
I turn my back on religion..
And never look back..
Sure i read.. and visit
all religions in peace
and interest
as well
as love..
but God lives
in my heArt.. my soul..
expressing in the spirit
of the eyes of God that
lives in me.. and my
child who never has
the opportunity
to
even
smile..
but
pain…
We live in a world so far removed
from God.. that sometimes my
greatest wish
is to burn
every
word
of human
alive….
And leave the humans of course..smiles..:)
Oh yeah.. and the rest of nature that will
never read a book.. and is never
ever separated from God
from birth to death…
In someways perhaps
my child is
lucky
to never
read
at
all…
but for the pain..
of
course…
Lovely verse, and I especially liked your sky-on-fire images.
Thanks for dropping by Madeleine and truly i feel blessed just to be a part of those clouds that day.. the smart phone recording it.. is just the icing on the fire.. of fluffy clouds..:)
So many poetic images in this…both in photo and in words.
Ah.. thanks Victoria.. during the period of five years without
effective use of eyes and ears.. as you might imagine
i have great love for both images
and music now.. but without
the sight and hearing..
all this is words..
and yeah..
they too..
do keep
coming
without
fail
for
sure NOW..
Smiles.. and hope your now
continues.. as wonderful too..:)
Wow! This is an Incredible piece! I didn’t want it to end. I love how the pictures are like a poem on their own before the words even begin. I love the formatting of this poem on the screen is fantastic!
Well in the words of ‘Starship’
and India’s ‘Kali’ who
i take after in ‘some ways’..
(on the album cover)
IT’S NOT OVER’TILL IT’S OVER
i Just finish the two-thirds part.. at 8:42 PM..
and the third part comes after 3AM…
Life is fun..
And i for one am ‘killing every second of it’…
I play for keeps.. smiles..
And thanks for those encouraging words Katie..
they mean a lot to me.. as some folks can’t
wait ’till it’s over.. i’m kinda
OVER THE TOP.. HA HA!
ANYWAY.. SMILES IN THE BIGGEST
WAYS AND LOVE TO YA…
Y
NOT!..:)
NICE, unfortunately doesn’t load well on my computer–sorry.
Oh.. sorry it loads slow on your computer.. i have two blogger blogs linked on the right.. that are much faster than Word Press.. but i use Word Press for the much better commenting feature.. although the first place where I started blogging on Google Blogger.. is much faster loading multi-media intensive stuff.. but at any rate.. thanks for coming by and hope all your nows are great..!..:)
I appreciate your understanding, as I suspect my participation at d’Verse is coming to a close. Love the prompts, and many of the people–but I have vision issues (as well as tech ones), so it’s all becoming a bit stressful. God bless you.
You’re welcome.. and without effective use of my vision or hearing for five years.. i can certainly relate my friend.. best wishes to you and yours..:)
How sweet of you.
🙂
Always an interesting read here you have some deep thoughts…I enjoyed the pictures of the sky and the bird on the wire. You see with a unique lens. Owls are very symbolic..
Hi Truedessa.. thanks for coming by and i am happy you shared some deep thoughts with me.. as well as enjoying the photos.. that i do love to take.. And i capture a photo of a big wall owl tonight dancing that i am going to add to the bottom of this post now.. as I usually do as ‘ritual’ on Thursday Rave Dance Night.. Hope you have a very nice weekend.. as well..:)
love the beautiful photos of Nature and this poem of existence….a grand write..
Thanks so much Sumana.. for dropping by with those kind words of love and existence.. i love nature.. and existence.. and spread that good news.. in ALL the ways i am gifted by the God of Nature to do JUSTiCe for THAT..:)
SMILES.. and may all your nows be blessed by the God of Nature.. as gifts in dark and light that come as mix of Love.. my friend..:)
I love photography, and yours is breathtaking. You have such an awesome personality.
“Psalmlets” is a great word.
You are a trip, man. This is way cool. I love what you did here.
These are my favorite sections:
“The breath of me.. is bark of trees”
“How.. sweet the owl.. of orange glowed glove.. holding
eyes so wise and warm.. the Universe.. sings refrain
of who.. so who.. so who.. rings true in
capture of love.. returns.. in
owl of orange glove way”
Hi.. C.J. .. my wife of 25 years.. Katrina Mia.. in part.. inspiration for my pen name Katie Mia Frederick.. with Fred for me.. tells me i’m a lot like Disney World.. nice to visit.. but much harder to ride everyday of the year.. but she finds a way.. TG for me.. as this trip rolls like the tide.. in and out.. and everywhere..:)
Smiles.. that is a super nice compliment friend.. thanks for taking the time and effort to express such kindness and deep felt thoughts here.. and may your nows be fabulous.. all the time… as best as ever.. for you..:)
http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=287429
^^^
According to ‘modern science’, LOVE is expressed and received in 5 ways.
And more than often, the kind of love folks give is the kind of love they enjoy receiving.
1. Gifts
2. Affirmation
3. Touch
4. Quality Time
5. Acts of Service
And then there is a 6th kind of love that is that of the human altruist who gains
the intrinsic reward all God of Nature given, in terms of social bonding, in science
associated terms of oxytocin and other beneficial neuro-hormones and neuro-chemicals
that keep the altruistic love of human beings strong as yes, this intrinsic reward is
‘delicious’, in how it feels, when giving and sharing becomes receiving all in one,
as a Way of LIFE
And then there is the 7th ‘KIND’ of Love that is the Unconditional TOUGH Love of the God
of Nature that ranges from mutations that allow a species to adapt to unforeseen
environmental changes; LIKE Einstein’s Brain anomalies that may directly,
at least in part, lead to the theory of relativity and scientific advances
associated with that TO everything from the so-called big-bang and
after that leading to the most beautiful blue and green orb we know
as earth now that provides a habitat for the greatest achievements
of humankind that are imagination and creativity of human dreams;
and unfortunately human nightmares as well, such as the atomic
bombs that can destroy much of life on earth; if used without
discretion. And humans beings in terms of unconditional
tough love must learn to become not only Lovers but
Warriors for survival. Yeah; some folks do not think
of wars to protect human freedoms as Love; but
never the less; life is messy, the God of Nature
is messy; and the dark and light mix to make
what the 7th KIND of Love IS, overall, as is for
NOW..:)
And yes, the ‘science’ of
marriage counseling classes
does bring this
knowledge
to my wife;
by way
of
BOOK LEARNING..:)
SMILES;
at least
the first
5
ways of
LOVE..;)
That answer is intended for Janissy.
I am instructed not to go into the esoteric here by the moderators;
Other than with a few selected individuals; as it not ‘within’ the ‘thinking’ minds of many folks here.
But yes, Love is all the things you say it is and more, and I feel like you could handle the answer; but
you are not specifically among the list of the other ‘crazies’ here like me; smiles; if you care to you can
PM me if you are interested in more; but yes, Love is vibrations shared between human beings and the
rest of nature FAR FAR beyond what science can identify is expressed between human beings,
for dam sure; no doubt, in MY LOVE; for sure; BUT NO, not all humans experience LOVE the
way I do
and that’s for
dam sure too.
Some do not
experience it
AT ALL.
AND that my friend; if I can call you that;
is why it is of no use to have this conversation
with
them; there is ZERO POINT of reference
to come close to understanding what LOVE
is
for
THEM..:)
‘That answer’ to be clear, I hope, is not ‘your answer’ to Janissy; it is ‘my answer’ to Janissy;
to go beyond the emotion thingy; that some folks think that Love is RESTRICTED to.
THERE is ‘puppy dog love’; but there is much more to it;
for those who experience it, and of course label IT as love.
But of course, the four letter word love that some folks do consider a pejorative,
who do not truly experience much of the nuance of it that CAN exist;
IT can be just a human abstract term for them; not unlike the real
emotions of faith, hope, and belief; that while ‘they’ too are emotions;
‘they’ too, go far beyond the ‘normal’ metaphor of humans;
that most westernized folks ‘see’ emotion as, in terms
of FEELINGS..:)
In some cultures, there are scores of abstract terms for ‘it’; far beyond a four letter word.
Western cultures are sorely impoverished in terms of metaphors for love;
which of course, is directly related
to the poverty of love
of Western
materialistic ways of life;
in ways of internal emotional
and sensory life; as opposed
to living life, AS A ‘WORLD’
of cultural extension
of ‘tools’ becoming
‘our’ ‘humanity’
in metaphor,
of course.
And in general; the same applies
to the three letter word GOD; as truly
when one expands metaphors for LOVE large enough;
the three letter word GOD fits securely
in the four letter word LOVE; but i
am getting into the esoteric here
now; otherwise known as metaphors
for other “culture’s” deeper
ways of perceiving
the possibilities
of all ‘Universes
of
HUMAN EYES’..;)
I don’t think you are what
folks consider crazy around
here; at all; that is why I do
not go into this much wordiness;
at first, my friend; but anyway.
I try my best to keep a subject
as large as love, as short
and succinct as possible;
It takes more than one
‘Novel’, to come close
to fully adequately
describing WHAT
IS LOVE; FROM
both a physical
perspective
and
esoteric
‘one’
as well..:)
The most important point, here is; in regard to Love as manifest of energy;
Love is like any other ‘muscle’, as far as energy and manifestation of energy.
as matter ‘FORCE’; use it or lose it, most definitely applies to the ‘Love Muscle’.
For those who want BIG LOVE MUSCLES; ‘they’ find some KIND of ‘Love Gym’, and attend
as much as possible. And for those with ‘little love muscles’; ‘darkness’ is not a place to stay.
The only thing one takes ‘with them’, is the Love they create, and give, in energy and matter
they leave behind; generally speaking, ‘LIGHT’,
in terms of spirit of emotions,
and material, as mass ACTION
FORCE.
Perhaps that is only in measure of family,
friends, arts, and such as that.
But yes, there is more; MUCH more;
and for now, I will leave it at that; with Smiles..:)
_________________
KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
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55 years to DANCE
Some people relate the
song ‘A Thousand Years’
in metaphors of Vampires
to Jesus; I relate it to the
God of Nature and all
SHE IS from vampires
to Jesus..:)
And I for one will not
let any scientist or
clergy take ANY OF that
BEAUTY OF HER
AWAY
FROM ME.
SO ThERE.. i STICK
MY ‘MIN’ ‘TONGUE’
OUT AT
THEM
in my
nude
free verse
poetry..
he
HE!
HA
ha!
Not unlike
the Kali
mix of
Krishna
on my
Jimi
Hendrix
BD
T-shirt!.
Yes, my birthday
is a full three-day
celebration.. starting
with a celebration
of the birth of my
child on JUNE 4th
in dance.. commencing
with this blog post on
6th of June.. for 55
years from 1960..
per 6660..:)
More to come..
including photos
from the actual
birth DAY.. later..:)
And i dedicate this
post to the last two
young women in
the photo stream
above..
who tell me
they take up for
me with the behind
the back BITING
‘homophobes’..
who can’t see why
males do ballet style
dance.. and after reading
my poetry from yesterday..
they call me their SPIRIT
ANIMAL..
a greatest
compliment
in life.. I never
ever even
think of or
i
will ever
receive in
this life.. as it is
mostly reserved for
furry critters.. other than me..
yes.. and reptilians too.. for other folks..:)
Who am i kidding.. smiles.. i celebrate my birthday
continuously on this site without fail; everyday
throughout the year in the present of now.
This is like my ‘Big Lebowski Rug’
that no one gets to PISS ON in life..
smiles again. The pissing on the
rug thingy, is like a dog
that attempts to
take over the
freedom
of territory
of other dogs
by pissing on
their territory;
so the rug is
metaphor for that;
and yes, cats do
this too; as most folks
see them spraying on
almost everything; particularly
when wild and feral; like me heHE!..:)
Anyway what this means is I can invite
Gnostic Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, mythological
Krishna, KALI, Egyptian God of Fertility MIN;
Apollo; Hebes, and 50 Cent; and no one
can F**; FUN with me; or piss on my rug;
Freedom of Expression is God’s mightiest gift to
HUMAN; truly this makes the U.S.A and other
free countries the NEW ISRAEL OF HUMANS
WORLD-WIDE WITH NO LIMITATION OF
SPOON FED GODS CREATED BY HUMAN
BEINGS. THE GOD OF NATURE
IS TOTALLY FREE
AND I AIM
TO REFLECT
GOD IN ALL
I
DO
AS
DANCE
IN ART
AS LIFE!
First there is dark; then light;
then movement or dance; then song
or sound inspiring movement and
light; and the beat goes on
in Infinity loops of exist-
ence for now; to understand
this more fully is to
have the greatest kinds
of physical intelligence
in both mind and body
balance in regulating
emotions, integrating
senses, increasing
cognitive executive
functioning through
greater focus and
short-term working
memory for YIN
AND YANG to become
one; with MUCH
GREATER EXISTENTIAL
INTELLIGENCE TO FULLY
UNDERSTAND IN SENSES;
EMOTIONS, AND REASON;
ONE’S PLACE IN BALANCE
WITH THE REST OF MOTHER
NATURE AKA GOD; SHARING
AND TAKING NO MORE THAN
WHAT ONE GIVES, BACK TO GOD.
There is so much beauty and one may not realize it. One needs to be sensitive to see how much there are to see!
Hank
So true Hank.. and the more we see of beauty the more beautiful we become as human beings.. and least minds who see true human beauty of freedom..:)
Smiles and thanks so much for stopping by..:)
I loved the nature photography 🙂 Each spoke a verse unspoken. Lovely.
Thanks Vinay.. some folks are more into the visual poetry of life and some folks are more into the wordy poetry of life.. but i for one dive head first.. in all ways of human poetry as art and dance of life..:)
Smiles.. and thanks so much for the visit today..:)
And hope your nows are as wonderful as they can possibly be.. all the time now..:)
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