Hidden Paths Food and Love

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Ah.. the Fried Green Tomatoes of life.. tangy and crisp.. tomatoey and fresh..
but ugh.. slimy too.. like okra slices of life.. oh.. i still try them now and
then.. as the movie is too good to pass them up in nostalgia of taste..:)

Ah.. the silky smooth jellowee tongued peach of processed way..
but ooh.. that fine fur just rubs my tongue raw.. in fresh
peach way.. strawberry goosebumps do arise
in peachy clean ways of rubbing nose..
juicy yes.. and acidic oh!..:)

OMG.. potatoes.. the most boring staple of life of all..
when served plain of course.. but oh goodness.. the creamy
sour and buttery bacon delights and so much more
that can be added in on vanilla
potatoes
of
life..:)

Oh my.. dates remind me of eating cockroaches for some strange
reason.. never eat those cockroaches by the way..
but still the dates break apart in this spiny
leg way.. that remind
me of hind quarters
of cockroaches
come loose
in my
mouth and ooh..
if i ride a roller coaster
after eating bacon wrapped
‘roach legs’.. i don’t wanna know
what comes next.. and know you don’t either..
smiles.. dates or not.. now is good.. no dates for me.. but thanks..:)

Ah.. food.. predictable and delicious… fruit of humans
not always fresh.. nor vegetables of eyes..
crisp and clear.. it’s like pets..
food is always there for us..
no matter what..
humans
not so
clear..
or crispin
delicious
uncondition
Ally
loving
food
and pets..:)

Ah.. decadent dreams of deep dark chocolates do relate..
fantasies.. of delightful melting Easter bunny
coating nests of bunnies..
with eggs uphold first
in chocolate covered
rivers..do flow
brown
oceans of
sweetest blue..:)

OMG.. Kimchi.. Menudu..
and Chitterlings.. sounds like
a boy band trio.. of
quick steps
to the
head of
Navy language
for relief.. on both
ends of the ship..:)

Oh.. the Mac-N-Cheese of life..
a wonderful metaphor for the blanket of life..
where some folks hang in trees and other folks
are forest.. monkey see.. monkey do.. monkey hear..
i am u u or me.. we are us.. GOD are we.. hehe haha..
life’s a blast when floating on mac-n-cheese as a blanket of life..;)

Ah for me to be 5 again.. as school takes away the peachy life of freshly made
churning cream.. of river front life.. chairs of old.. flaking paint.. breeze flowing
cool humid and steamy hot.. over river dreams.. love is in the air.. in
arms of churning ones.. a peach of life.. is a cobbler road.. of yellow
brick one for me in Oz.. and yes.. finally..i freely go back..
whenever i love.. a place called home..:)

From an early age people tell me i am trash..
not even trash.. as at least trash is given careful attention..
to go to a secure place.. i suppose with all that hate i could be
a serial killer now.. after all.. i can look like the devil
as well as an angel with an instant expression of this
or that.. but NO.. Love is more powerful than
bullies seeing thin little ugly boys..
with only eyes of feminine
love and lashes.. LOVE IS
inside me growing more powerful
and powerful by the now.. then.. until
it blinds the bullies with more light
than they can stand
or fall so
they crawl
away in
darkness
and
i shine
in
dance
like
a frigging
‘Arnold’
ballet dancer
on the DRUG
OF
LOVE..
IT IS NOT often that
a poem brings tears to my
eyes but if people could see
the places i have been to they
will see more of what makes me
what i am.. the haters make me more
loving than anyone else.. the lesson of love
is tough
UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE FOR ME..:)

I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS
SO STRONG THAT NO ONE CAN UNRAVEL
THIS
ONION
OF
LOVE..:)

The chocolate dessert of the west knows no desert
of African way.. to love is to feel.. we are one race of love
and hunger.. to feed in mouth
and
sOul
with spiRit
of heArt as food as well..
If empathy dies.. starvation
grows.. a seed of love
is food
of life.. as WELL..
of watered LOVE..:)

Oh.. the world of home entertainment..
when stacks of potatoes of 3 channels of black and white..
grows to color.. to pong.. to Nintendo.. to XBOX LIVE! to HDTV
and 4 or whatever comes next
at BEXT BUY for CHEAP..
BUT nah.. it will never replace a time
before AC on front porch way..
with a neighborly hug..
and talk of anything
even the weather
before
weather channel way..:)
Sometimes i miss
vanilla potatoes
MORE
than all the
fixINs..:)

Ah.. soft drinks and potato chips are my dreams when young
floating on a chip of coke.. drinking and munching forever
in delight of life.. but oh no.. i drive to the bank
in hot weather over and over to see
the temperature rise on ‘cycle..
until heat exhaustion comes
and then a nightmare
of potato chip
arrives
and my
dream of chips
and coke is spoiled
forevermore.. no.. no coke..
but i still eat more than one chip..:)

Ah the dessert.. the wine.. of bright red lips..
so fine is she who delights below
is above.. mine dreams
as love defines..:)

Ah.. the food of customer service is the best taste of all..
where friendly service of pickles and lettuce
are juicer than the best
of root beer floats..
hell no when
pre-paid burgers
come.. i ain’t going..
i’ll stay at home..
with a smile or
not from dear
wife true..;)

Ah.. the diversity of food is what makes it great..
there is no more discriminating palate than
the one who enjoys all of it…:)

Ah.. Artists grow for nourishment of heArt.. where Art becomes
food for sOuls expressing spiRit deLight..
OH.. tHere is a cure for the loneLY
heaRt to ART IS food in
soUl of expressing
energy calories
of spIrit..
IN gourMet
LIGHT
and
LOVE..:)

Oh.. the farm of life.. is a nutritional one..
where all the pArts of heArt grow
as one SOUL OF Spirit of
US.. in seed of us as
all starts and ends..
WE are
the
Tree and
FREE
IN
LIFE..:)

Ah.. brown strawberries
are my favorite
so tall and perky..
a delight of tongue
and other stuff
that soothes..
a winter
soul..:)

Ah.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
There is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
of life
is you..
my seed
of
Light.:)

Oh.. Lord..the sin of food..
so decadent is sugar
and fat.. and carbohydrates
of life.. oh but surely STRESS
KILLS.. and anything is better
than dying without a heart
in life or death..

Mother at 80.. overweight..
eats all she wants.. 300
cholesterol.. no statins..
no drugs at all..
her secret now OUT
in me TOO..
I CONTROL
MY HAPPINESS
AND NOT
commercials
of worry..
life flows from
THAT more
than
death flows
from food..:)

Note:
THAT is LOVE..:)

Ah.. the cakes of life do lend fillings of icing.. oh the icing of life..
do feel lesser cakes.. with icing.. but for me the cake and
icing can go away.. i’ll stay with the feeling..
and spank the sweet tooth.. of life..
No.. not easy to do.. sweet is sweet..:)

So true the pot luck of mama can be so sweet..
but the luck of pot holes in roads so
dark.. can stumble the strongest
of feet.. Oh.. to carry on..
in dust or not..
to pain away..
’till the sweet
pot luck of
mama
comes
again..:)

Oh goodness.. bread and wine of life
is shared innately.. no need for
books.. announcements
or special guru songs
to sing this song
of one life
of
love
for all who
come to the
communion of nature
as human and all other
animal holy sacred loving life..:)

Oh.. no.. the reality of the empty hunger of life’s cooks..
simmering a brew of delicacy to all those unsuspecting
victims of cuisine.. the cook loves without requite..
it is the journey of the meal that counts
more than the meal itself..
We need more cooks
and less diners..
i guess..:)

The culture of food is one that sticks to ribs
of nationalism.. flags fly high over
meals served special.. every
village has a menu of
humans served so
well and no
not the
Twilight
Zone
Good Book
version
of
TO
SERVE
HUMAN.. BUT
THAT too.. IS A SCI-
FI CULTURAL DISH..:)

Ah.. small town dreams of suit and tie…
drives to bigger towns with fancy pant
meals.. 4 or 5 plates more with forks
and spoons.. than Village Parkway…
A prom perhaps.. a sparkling light
experience.. shining on spoons
and moons of eyes.. in
lovely young
love.. first
captured
bright..
what
food..
what
food..
i never noticed..
the food at all..:)

Human connection.. the source of all real human happiness.. so hard to find theses days.. truly it can be.. but living as shut-in for five years.. i learn the lesson.. of reaching out so strong.. as truly to connect as human is to live..

SURVIVE YES.. THRIVE..:)

I truly do not understand this in my college years…

i THINK NOT FEEL..

a person can study study study study..

and study more like a robot..

as making good grades and getting a good job is what is required to survive..

Then.. when making A’s is the grade and a B or C is the end of the world for me.. i miss out on the most important grade with my nose stuck in a book.. or lecture hall.. or solitary job as Janitor.. and that is the human connection that most all humans must have to survive and thrive as human being…

And then the darkness starts to envelope me.. i feel more and more disconnected.. depressed.. but then it is just a vague feeling.. as i do not understand that one must practice loving connections with others.. just like ‘regular muscle’.. OR the love muscle will atrophy into depression.. where emotions fade that emote human action for all we do in life…

And truly i do not understand this fully until my 40’s when the stress of work takes all my love away.. and all

THAT IS left is an empty shell of Zombie Human being.. and words that are empty shells of hope for heArt to come again.. like Phoenix rising from the ashes of black hole sun soul.. but if that is not enough.. the depression starts to physically age me.. even earlier in college.. in my late teen school age depression.. my skin looks bad.. my legs get weak.. my hair starts to fall out in handfuls.. and then i realize my body is telling me

CHANGE OR ELSE..

‘funny’ how that works.. we actually get warnings from GOD

like that.. to REACH OUT AND CONNECT OR ELSE…

NO.. I guess where you live.. you will not be able to start dancing everywhere you go.. like me after 5 years of invisibility as a Hunch Back of Notre Dame bedroom shut-in.. to connect.. as truly the dance is an accommodation to humanly connect as the invisible man i once am.. people tend to realize you are

SOME KIND OF HUMAN..

WHEN A PERSON DANCES IN

SPIRITUAL CONNECTION WITH GOD AT LEAST..:)

And No.. trust me there are no real midgets.. as when a heart grows.. to the size of a mansion.. even a four foot eleven.. 94 year old crippled woman like my Aunt Jettie.. can be a super-sized human spirit.. as compared to the man i am then.. half her age at 47…

I look AT her broad smile THEN..

through all those wrinkle lines of face and crinkled blue eyes of most beautiful azure sky.. and i know the truth then.. that spirit of human heart emotion expressed as human soul.. for others and received as such in life is all that

FRIGGING COUNTS.. AND I WILL USE THE F U WORD..

but it probably will not be appropriate..

but never the less.. sometimes we need to

SCREAM F U

to culture.. including school.. work..and all those requirements.. just

REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE.. as GOD will have us do.. to even stay alive as human being..

So yes.. keep reaching out with all that GOOEY HEART STUFF WITH your siblings.. as the LOVE we GIVE.. is ALL we TAKE with us.. in this life to the hereafter.. and even love without requite.. is the LOVE WE TAKE WITH US.. WHEN WE DO MEET ALLAH.. FACE TO FACE..:)

JUST DON’T GIVE UP.. KEEP LOVING.. EVEN IF IT TAKES..
‘TILL THE DAY YOU DIE.. TO FEEL YOU LIVE WITH LOVE..:)

just say:

I AM SPECIAL I AM LOVE

and study it like a course on life..

AFFIRM IT OVER AND OVER.. YES.. WRITE IT DOWN..

DON’T JUST LOVE.. BE LOVE.. BE ALLAHONE’S UNCONDITIONAL

TOUGH
LOVE..

THE REAL LOVE GYM OF LIFE
IS THE ONE WE EXERCISE
AS LOVE MUSCLE
FROM HEAD
TO TOE..
EXPRESSING
LOVE..:)
AND all the cultural
symbols including
these words
that can
BE
wrapped
ALLUP
in
the
PRESENT
OF THE PRESENT
NOW AS LOVE..:)

SO YEAH!

LOVE..:)

I Love YOU!..:)

just the way you are..
i don’t care if you are
short or
NOT..;)

or even have a
face
at
all..:)

You are Rafiah.. my friend..
and you are precious..
yes again..
JUST THE
WAY YOU
ARE..:)

Seriously you are brave
enough to reach out to me.. as A FRIEND..
i have many superficial admirers in life as the circus
act i can be.. but few friends like you.. as you
simply reach out to me.. you have that gift
of reaching out.. continue to use it.. and you WILL
FIND MANY MORE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND YOU..

JUST waiting for
someone to be brave
enough to
say hi..
you have a
beautiful heart…

YOU DO HAVE A
BEAUTIFUL
HEART..:)

YES!

I LOVE YOU
FOR THAT..:)

:”)

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Quick meditation before exXtreme work-out of martial arts and strength training.. note: eyelashes most ‘chicks’ would love to have.. reminds me in middle school on the bus.. before my voice

DEEPENED hmm..

4 decades later.. where Vicky on the bus..

one of those ‘mean girls’ SPOUTS OHH..

LOOK AT HIS PRETTY LONG EYE LASHES AND EYES.. OHH..

look in a sarcastic catty tone.. well anyway.. after that.. 4 decades or so later… next Facebook profile photo status thingy coming now…

AND YES.. believe it or not.. i’ve been compared to this guy.. more than once in life.. too.. but i don’t think it is the long face that has anything to do with THAT..;)

PLUS shortly after the long eye lash comment from the homophobe girl i cut my long hair off.. and shaved my beard at age 24..;)

But anyway the shroud of Turin.. if nothing but art.. shows a rather robust looking Jesus capable of turning over money tables.. unlike the effete Catholic Priest approved Jesus of modern day artists where he is basically a female with a beard more or less.. with that soft look.. like me when much much younger.. where the McDonalds cashier.. says Ms.. can i help you at around 12 or 13.. same time frame when the mean girl makes fun of my long long pretty lashes and eyes.. on the school bus.. at that time.. too..;)

Everything changes.. at least for me..;)

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Now.. fully ready to KICK A..

BUT nah.. not flesh and blood as now 20 reps of 930LB parallel leg press strength raises the bar of strength where i’m ‘only allowed’ to spar with steel machines with lightening fast kicks in all radius of lower body.. coming centimeters close without touching the precious expensive machines.. or breaking my toes.. haha!.. anyway.. to move in grace and power like this.. is where the source of human fearless is.. don’t fool yourself.. we are animals.. and all mammals who are at least omnivores have the instinctual need to be able to defend themselves against predators.. and capture prey as necessary.. and that takes a mind and body balance of strength.. agility.. and overall extra cool increasing physical intelligence throughout the course of life.. in proprioception..

the REAL SCIENTIFICALLY NOW

ASSESSED SIXTH SENSE OF HUMAN.. OH..

those Kung FU martial arts dudes from the

EAST have IT PRECISELY CORRECT..

TO LEARN FROM NATURE.. IS TO BE FULLY HUMAN TOO..

WALKING TALL MAMMALS ON THE SAVANNAH.. AS LIONS..

WITH HEAD FORWARD AND PURPOSEFUL

FULLY COMFORTABLE IN ONE’S SKIN..

AND IN MY CASE STILL.. FUR.. HEHE!..

WITH THOSE EYELASHES TOO..

a long way from middle school.. and ohh..

his eyelashes are so long and look at those eyes..

in a catty mean girl tone..

Vicky.. passed away now.. not sure of cause…

but I will never forget those mean girl eyes…

OMG.. i ‘just noticed’ my forehead is giganatyrannosaurusenormous.. OMG.. several ‘normal heads’ can fit just inside my forehead.. and you know what they say.. the brain is the biggest sexual organ of all.. so….. i am well endowed where i guess.. it counts the most..;) wITh heArt i hope..:)

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Well..

now almost what

seems as always

now..

celebrating my 63rd Rave Dance

Week.. with all the Super Kool

College age folks at Old Seville

Quarter..

Thursday Night..

More fun photos in both

documentation and celebration

of

THAT

COMING

sometime

after rave dance

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27 Responses to Hidden Paths Food and Love

  1. https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/on-deductions/

    ^^^

    Humans develop logic to reason events of the past in forecast of the future..
    A neo-cortical rather new development that sets humans in an illusion of past
    and future as well…

    The Past and future illusion
    can sink a person to the lowest levels
    below an ocean floor..

    The Sea Gulls of the air have no worry for this.. as they simply connect to
    GOD and leave the issues of what will be greater than they to GOD..

    totAlly without thought or consequence and that is what GOD
    has it be.. as GOD just IS.. and not a thing
    that tiny humans will ever fully
    comprehend..as long
    as humans
    keep their
    tiny eyes
    and
    brains..
    which make
    them human too..:)

    Humans think they are smart..
    but for the most no they are not..
    that’s easy to measure in the misery
    of eyes.. everywhere i go.. even in the
    Land of the Free.. Free is not free.. free
    is without worry.. worry free is life.. in now..;)

    The answer for me is simply.. trust God that lives
    within the human soul.. heart.. and spirit.. and let the
    negativity of others go.. no matter how confused they are
    as mired in darkness in both sunlight and moonlight ways..:)

  2. http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=288048

    ^^^

    The problem starts by defining reality

    with concrete words like reality.

    It is what it is.

    Without words it is what it is.

    Without is it…

    Science definitely shows though that some
    folks experience, feel, and sense aspects
    of reality that others have no part of IN their life.

    It is as simple as some folks experience nuanced emotions;
    have a depth of ability to imagine images in their minds;
    and have an ability to feel the emotions of others through affective empathy;
    and other folks feel, sense, and imagine little to nothing of this; so yeah for those
    folks these real physical aspects of life for some folks are not real to them; but that
    does not negate the reality of the experience of other folks, at all; a common issue
    with Autism is not understanding non-verbal language, deficits in cognitive empathy
    as well as affective empathy in some cases; to the point of viewing other humans as mechanical
    aids and nothing else; sad but true; different realities in physical realities or not, for different folks.

    And no, there is nothing deranged about that; it is the state of the art of science in art of understanding human
    emotions; science is just now touching on the Universe that exists as the internal human being that is almost
    entirely subjective as far as how that internal experience can be described in words; words will never fully
    capture all of the external reality nor the internal reality of humans, as humans are much too diverse to
    ever put into cookie cutter molds of life experience, feelings, and sensory experience.

    I have even had some folks here suggest that faith, hope, and belief are mere words and not
    emotions; I do not have that issue and in discussing it with my Asperger’s therapist just
    today; she states that this is very common among folks with Asperger’s ranging to
    not having any idea what facial or eye expressions mean; that is a serious
    reality difference that is non-existent for many folks on the
    Autism spectrum. If one doesn’t experience it, it is
    a non-physical thing to them; that does
    exist fluidly for many other folks
    where they can almost
    take it for granted
    as long as they
    keep connecting
    in flesh and blood relationships..:)

    AND YES, these are just a very few examples;
    there are myriad others; that scientists
    are studying as we speak DIFFERENTLY OF COURSE..:)

    The dog of reason has spoken.

    The dog of reason has a closed-mind.

    The dog of reason has an issue wHere

    The dog of reason cannot see

    with eyes of ‘US’..;)

    Yes, the DOGma has spoken
    with few words of wISdom yet;

    In other words, there is always hope for THOSE
    who experience THAT emotion along with Faith and

    Belief with the PREcursor, of course;
    Imagination
    and
    CREATIVITY.

    JUST another area of reality that is
    as foreign as a Wrong planet to some…

    And yes, again, science provides evidence for
    this in poetic form or

    NOT..:)

    Anyway there is more to life than
    reason; I mean duh; totally rad dude;
    Life is FUN; much more fun with the
    real world of Imagination and

    CREATIVITY.

    NO; NOT PAINT
    by numbers
    poetry
    either; smiles..;)

    The greatest achievement of humankind
    is imagination and creativity; the dog of
    reason is here for survival, yes; but not
    FOR FUN OR
    the Heaven of NOW..;)

    That’s a gift friend; that not all possess
    or develop; sadly enough;
    would love to see something
    new from you and not
    just the same old
    phrases
    RE-HASHED IN
    STALE POTATOES..;)

    Honestly your little ‘sly’ attempt
    to insinuate that Tech has a
    deranged mind is the
    height of childhood
    folly of bully
    boys who
    have no
    soul;
    heart;
    or spirit;
    otherwise known as
    that science identified
    cognitive and affective
    EMPATHY STUFF; you
    disgust
    me;
    and that’s
    just the truth;
    but I forgive you;
    as obviously you
    KnowNOT what
    you do and yes
    live in a much
    different
    DARKER
    REALITY
    THAN
    US..;)
    IMHO..:)

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  3. http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=287525&start=225

    ^^^

    Quote:

    “Be succinct for a change, please.”

    ‘Horatio’; you can’t possibly understand the power I have.

    It’s real; it’s all natural; but it is as far beyond your eyes; as the eyes
    of dust as opposed to dust…

    Yeah; been to the other place of dust; and I know how limiting
    that can be as just a human extension of a tool; instead of ‘Lion on the Savannah’.

    And trust me or not; no film has captured all of what I am more than
    capable of
    yet..;)

    I don’t give a crap what you think;
    and yes, I am willing to listen to crap
    over and over as folks can learn from crap too.

    We live in different worlds friend; Hopefully that is succinct enough and
    impossible to explain to you the difference; I can talk forever; but until
    you experience life the way I do; you will NEVER EVER be fearless like me.

    AND YEAH; I can do stuff that no one is brave enough to do in the entire
    world; and evidence that at least once a week. IN not just poetry
    BUT fully NUDE visual poetry of the greatest art that is the
    human form fully wild again like our ancestors as powerful
    as ‘Lion’ in Human form..:) TO BE CLEAR THE ONLY
    POET BRAVE ENOUGH TO DO THAT; ever in the
    history of Poetry.

    Yup; got the proof baby;
    if YOU are strong enough to LOOK
    at it square between the eyes of
    LION..;)

    The greaTEST WARRIORS through
    history have been totally naked
    and you owe them your existence;
    and yes, I am talking about your
    distant ancestors that are
    a lot like me;
    after all classical evolution
    is a slow process; epigenetics
    in negative style is the reason
    so many humans need guns
    to gain some illusion
    of comfort today;
    guns are mostly
    a pacifier to
    reduce anxiety.

    I don’t have any anxiety;
    therefore I do not
    need a pacifier; smiles.

    Truly it is as succinct as that:

    I DO NOT NEED A PACIFIER.

    Have a nice day or make my day..;)

    Dude, we have different opinions.

    This is a forum subgroup specific to
    topics of Philosophy, Politics, and Religion

    I am more a more a less a naturalist
    than tool guy now. So my opinion
    on this is squarely in opposition
    to yours.

    I have as much right here to express
    my opinion as you do; and yes, time
    and time again the moderators here
    have tried to squash my freedom of
    expression; because it isn’t the
    cup of tea of others, even though
    I have never directly attacked
    another person in malice;
    yeah; sarcastic remarks
    are allowed here according
    to the sub-rules and that
    is a better art than a direct
    personal attack, instead in WIT.

    And yes, I moderate my communication
    somewhat myself, in recognition of trying
    to get along with folks; but moderate is the
    key; not blindly following the heard of herd.

    Alex, is an artist not unlike me; so he understands
    the value of neurodiversity and minds that think
    much differently than the herd. I mean Jesus
    H. Christ THAT is why he made this
    frigging place for freedom of the
    neurodiverse who are not
    afraid to ‘JUST BE ME’.

    I’m not afraid to live on the Planet
    that IS ME; no matter what anyone
    else thinks differently in the planet
    they live on; can you see that now..:)

    I AM NOT DODGING the question, I am continuing
    to present my unique imaginative and creative
    philosophical opinion on the topic at hand;
    and simply ignoring the intellectual bullying
    of both you and Dox of trying to impose
    the will of personal opinions on others.
    I will die for freedom of expression;
    no one will nullify either my freedom
    or opinion through disagreement
    or failure to
    understand my
    opinion;
    CAPICE?

    Quote:

    “A deadly COMBO”

    Or a ‘shy’ racist kid who doesn’t like black folks;

    ‘Brave enough’ to shoot 9 innocents down in a church;

    I don’t suspect to see that thread here; I wonder

    WHY; Guns CAN surely be disgusting
    no matter who
    believes what.

    Yes, a timely
    issue; YES…:(

    Human beings; ones with NORMAL empathy, have a built in aversion to killing other humans with their
    bare hands; that alone is what is sad about rampage killings and guns or other bigger tools of killing
    named bombs; without that distance, and tools, including swords or other tools of killing in Chinese
    Rampage killings, humans are more likely not going to be under the attack of a rampage killing or
    killed by a frigging nuclear bomb; in other words, I am not picking on guns alone as
    an equalizer; all tools of killing are a negative equalizer to avoid the human
    empathy of aversion to killing among one’s own species.

    Yes, it is a tribal adaptation by way of cultural tools
    to kill the opposing challenge of the other tribe,
    or prey to better survive; but the sad
    consequences of a culture where
    social roles are so vague that folks
    join a culture of conspiracy theories
    or white supremacy is that is a cocktail
    of disaster for just the right recipe of
    catastrophic numbers of rampage killing;
    and yes, it is rare; unless one is on the other
    end of the one who has lost their real social
    role, never gained one, or has anti-social roles
    of conspiracy theory, or other, against whatever
    system of social-norms that are in place to work
    the best that society can to thrive and survive;

    A society that does not provide social roles
    is A REAL PROBLEM; and Rampage Killings
    with GUNS OR OTHER TOOLS of killing
    is a barometer of that problem; that
    comes and goes; as mileage
    varies on killing but
    IS NEVER GOOD.

    More on that here, per
    social roles and rampage
    killing and GUNS AS
    equalizers for
    killing.

    http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=218916

    And yes, the absence of clearly defined social
    roles is a major factor in the development
    of mental illness; the two work together
    for human misery and suffering; overall.

    And yes, sites like Info-Wars, are just
    fuel for the
    ‘fodder’.

    _________________
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    Gravatar is one of the coolest things ever!! !

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  4. http://dversepoets.com/2015/06/18/open-link-151/#comment-96679

    ^^^

    Oh.. i am a voracious reader both online and in bookstores.. and my way of doing it for free.. is with headphones and TAI CHI like dance.. as that allows me as an individual extreme focus to read up to two books at a time while dancing in Barnes and Nobles haha!.. seriously.. I’m not kidding…

    A recent book I actually bought is a “History of GOD” by Karen Armstrong.

    I do most of my fictional reading online; of course that’s not hard to come across when it’s even unintentional, at times, hehe!..

    Anyway will be back to read and comment on all later.. as Thursday is almost always an extremely busy day for me..

    Hope everyone is having a wonderful day.. there are quite a few photos in my post but as suggested by Marina I put them at the end.. in hopes of it being easier to load as far as the poetry goes at the beginning instead of the end.. but every photo in visual imagery is crucial to the overall theme of the epic poetry that I’m not sure anyone does in the world anywhere but me.. anymore.. but that is me.. the word man for now..:)

    Read you later…:)

  5. X says:

    Well endowed where it really counts. Bwhaha. I love that.
    I do like me some okra on occassion. It is fun tripping back through the prompt through your words and remembering pieces from early in the week.
    I think balance is essential to life. We are always learning, but we are always feeling as well. I hope at least. I know you went through a period there. But it all plays together. And we do have to reach out and touch on another as humans. Its the ones that do not that scare me. Or that I end up leaving behind.

    • Ah.. yes.. X.. eXcellent advice.. a balance of learning and feeling is where i attempt to practice life.. always now.. oh.. and yes.. the period of the past of dark of blackness contributes to every light I can be.. in life today.. of now.. and yes ones who do not express any kind of communication can be difficult.. but i try to understand them.. never the less…

      I enjoy the food prompt so much I decide to make it a ‘Grand Buffet’.. and I do not make it to the buffet today.. so i guess the words will have to do..:)

      Hope you are having a great now… and thanks for stopping by..:)

  6. I would say you served us the full dinner here.. what a feast, but sometimes all we crave are the potato chips.. ha ha..

    • Oh.. yes.. my tater chip bag has runneth over with the chipwords of life.. and it seems like once i start biting on words.. each chip of words reproduces ten more by itself… or MORE.. hehe…:)

      Thanks for coming by Bjorn.. and i hope you enjoyed the ‘dip’ as well..:)

      There are still lots of chewing tobacco folks where i live still..;)

  7. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    An intriguing piece.. feels like a full course meal.. as Bjorn has said 🙂

    • Thanks for dropping by Sanaa Rizvi.. i’m glad you see the main course as an intriguing piece of stuff… perhaps one day i will go on a word diet.. but it seems
      like this is a kind of food i am definitely addicted to..
      with
      or
      without calories.. haha!..:)

  8. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Back to form, young man, your form that is, 2888 words (yes, even though my Texan wife likes okra, I find it a slimy mess), a dizzying array of pics, videos–look those gatos, those country lanes, twilight shots, selfies twisting your body like a plastic Viking on the dashboard; always mind-bending to stop by your Florida digs & muses.

    • True and under 3000 words this is a kind of diet for me..
      in just one blog post.. still.. along with the
      66 photos of course.. smiles..:)

      And part of what I love about your experience and
      cosmopolitan look at the world.. is.. most every
      time you visit i learn something new..
      and gato is a new word for me..

      And yes.. the video ‘Pretty Girls’.. is a kind of
      satire on its own right.. on women’s
      power of beauty.. and sex..
      but it is definitely a catty
      look at the
      female form..
      smiles..:)

      And just the companion I need
      for the last part of this
      post..:)

  9. kaykuala h says:

    Cannot understand why it is called Ladies’ Finger when ladies are not slimy and have lovely and slender ones. Okra is a better choice which you chose!

    Hank

    • That’s Interesting Hank.. I guess down here in the deep south.. okra is such a staple of life.. that the “Ladies’ Finger” never got as far as my home town.. haha!..

      I have this thing called extreme tactile sensitivity.. where I cannot even touch most stuff
      in life that is manmade without cringing.. it’s apparently associated with both ADHD and some forms of Autism including the higher functioning non-verbal kind I was blessed with as a child.. but my environment has both been a prickly one overall.. and an ‘insanely’ pleasurable one too.. as my affective empathy in emotion is turned all the way UP TO WHERE I LITERALLY feel both the pain and pleasure of others in REAL LIFE.. so dancing rave dancing like I do now.. is beyond what most folks can imagine as heaven in now…

      I just smile and enjoy THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE. smiles again.. and thanks for stopping by.. into my ‘neverland’ here..;)

  10. Sage says:

    You crack me up, man. You have the BEST personality.

    Love this: “I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS”

    You cats are super cute. 🙂

    • Thanks Sage.. I love the personality you present on your website as well.. with the out-of the-box posts where you just let your creativity go free in whatever direction it chooses.. which is somewhat what i attempt to do here.. as feeling free and living as a free spirit.. is the best of life to me…

      I suppose i inherited most of my ‘personability’ from the close to 2 decades I spent working at a small military bowling center packed with 100’s of diverse personalities everyday.. the same folks bowled there for literally decades too.. and i was most fortunate to play a kind of role like ‘TED DANSON’ did ON THE good old show about the city bar named ‘Cheers’ with Frazier and NORM and all of those ‘down home folks’.. yes.. that Bowling Center was the spitting image of ‘Cheers’ with alleys inside instead of outside hehe!..

      I can’t imagine a better job.. and thanks God that the government paid me to do it with government wages so i could afford to live and have so much dam fun too….

      Anyway.. part of that Bowling Alley life will always be part of me.. along with the literally almost 100K folks I interacted directly with over those 2 decades… and truly the “BIG LEBOWSKI” AND ‘THE DUDE’ is me in a way too.. in more ways than meets the ‘first eye’.. with the other one.. ‘covered’ or not..;)

  11. Ah.. yes..
    the clever one..
    always having just enough rope..
    to avoid the stringing up..
    the fox that never sweats..
    the hen that never runs..
    the clever one..
    who hides
    in
    plain
    sight..:)

    The sights.. smells.. and sounds.. of bar diversity..
    in human.. pheromones.. alive as same.. dripping alcohol off bar glasses..
    finding how males really feel about women in pissing rooms.. and women
    knowing and now coupling up with each other instead..
    oh the battle of the sexes..
    one in bar life.. and women are on top.. with each other now..
    amazing how much humans have changed since the 80’s..
    everything goes now.. and perhaps that’s good
    for over-population that
    separates the masses
    from each other
    in big city life..:)

    Ah.. the bright of June.. even the word is four of magic five
    of now.. 18 today.. as Summer becomes adult.. at 21..
    the promise of the longest day..
    in Northern Hemisphere way..
    oh.. the days never end
    when the green of
    life lives
    in
    Summer’s
    June
    Firefly
    i..:)

    Ah.. the sacred purpose of poetry
    to make sign language of paper
    organic.. the words become
    emotions.. the emotions
    become flesh..
    the flesh
    liveS
    for
    ever
    in the
    word
    ALIVE..:)

    Ooh.. mirrored lakes of cream churn away
    the skies of ice cream dreams.. a pleasure
    it is to melt away the long summer day
    with memes.. of living
    dessertStressed noway..:)

    Ah.. the songs of Nature so often provide the background
    message of country westerns of my past.. watching
    the balance of nature.. with eagles and snakes like
    this in the continuing play of life.. where
    people become snakes and eagles
    and the two will dance a dance of
    life or death.. or in between
    mundane
    of dwelling
    dance alike
    or different in
    red and
    white men
    and women
    ways..:)

    Dream of the feral cat inside outside
    or indoor cat.. is to breathe it all
    in.. climb and spin around
    in cat tail dreams
    among the
    leaves of
    grass and sandy
    hills of Summer delight…
    Oh to lay inside can be a sad
    cat way of life.. but getting fed
    is always the incentive that strays
    the call of the wild in whiskers of free..:)

    Ah.. the grass is a beauty as leaves hold together but
    the beach of sands and sparkling diatoms of gulf
    with humid puffy skies of night painted clouds..
    bring love and sand together on breath of
    two intwined as one.. beach of love..
    Oh God my youth is magic..
    and best of all is i can
    go there again in
    words and
    water on
    sandlit nights..:)

    Soil of SoUl.. memory of Love..
    dig the soil.. expose the sOul..
    heArt alive.. expresses spiRit..:)

    Ah.. life on river.. where home and water become one..
    there is a power of water that ionizes a mind and body
    in balance more alive.. as swirling air above the dreams
    of river become us in flow again.. be the water.. float..
    in dreams come true..:)

    Ah.. to the north us skies are never lit by cities..
    the quiet is deafening unto itself.. and the
    frogs sing on humid nights.. but oh so sad..
    is where have the fire flies gone.. it seems
    years since they flew so free in my area..
    disappearing like the bees now.. where
    magic
    goes
    away.. but anyway
    there is always YouTube
    and Google photos but
    never the magic of
    lighted wings
    in quiet
    night
    lights..:)

    Dreams of twilight mixing words do delight..
    Oh.. images of daylight do bring
    sounds of dreams in night..
    oh just to bring those
    dreams alive
    is sanity
    in
    normal
    life.. is
    a play of life
    for me.. as well..:)

    Ah.. the Judas often bleeds the most..
    the anti-hero seldom celebrated but
    brings the change.. the dark comes
    first and then the light ends where
    dark brown leaves come in fall to
    rise again.. in seed of sprout..
    loving grains are gray and
    white.. sometimes
    black.. and blood
    and blue
    red..:)

    Oh the sitters and the rovers play their roles..
    to adventure.. to go.. in Star Trek way no
    human goes.. is to feel the Universe
    still expanding.. outward..
    as.. i’s..:)

    Oh.. the deadbolt of the closed mind
    heart.. can be such a cold place to
    be.. oh the key can be as close
    as a dance step away
    in free of soul
    and spirit
    expressing
    i’s..:)

    The day before the longest day of Father’s day
    is my father’s birthday passed away a year ago
    last month.. sadly i never got to know him
    even in the same room.. but yes there are
    worse things.. much more horrifying
    stuff than a parent that is quite
    without emotions.. null
    and void definitely
    beats verbal
    or physical abuse..
    and TG my mother
    is an unconditional love
    as without two.. you are
    certainly a gift from GOD
    as the kind and courageous you
    that inspires these words of life..:)

    Oh my God.. emotions fully experienced are the
    glue of loving.. crying .. fearful.. and all
    memories in between.. to lose
    emotion is same as heart..
    or expressing that as spirit..
    and without heart and spirit
    expressing now the soul
    dies a lonely
    death as
    life..
    HOPE
    IS EMOTION
    AND POSSIBLE
    AGAIN.. AS WELL..:)

  12. Gabriella says:

    I am still convinced that the numerous photos hinder our reading rather than facilitate it…. It’s a shame.

    • The greatest shame Gabriella is that you can come here with only that to say..
      considering the great time and effort I take to be a team player with
      dVERSE taking much time and effort to treat everyone with the
      upmost respect and care and most always doing that
      poetically in every response I provide on
      every link I go to..
      Seriously
      you might
      be able
      to discourage
      ‘Whitman’
      but it is a waste
      of time trying to discourage me..
      Every new form of almost anything
      in life gains resistance from conservative thinking
      minds.. and that is only human nature that I have empathy for..
      however.. honestly dear.. if no one moved out of the box art will
      still be limited to caves.. there is poetry in my visual imagery.. whether
      you can see that or not.. and truly it is a well known medical fact that
      some folks cannot interpret symbolism in visual imagery of photography..
      so while I do not know why you as an individual and a few others here are
      so averse to what I do here in creativity that other folks laud.. I will accept
      that and ask you after so many times.. to please tolerate differences in
      imagination and creativity.. as truly you could be the one to discourage
      a REAL Whitman from never becoming a Whitman here in the future..
      with this closed minded way of artistic thinking…

      I am not trying to become a Published Poet dear.. I am
      just a humble artist working in a Zen Art of Now..
      It certainly cannot be too hard to just ‘hate’ me
      by not coming by if that is
      your
      choice…
      But seriously this is a highly
      discouraging way of being
      that you are
      professing
      here..
      AND I do THIS for the
      weaker people you may
      come into contact in the
      future who are similarly
      adventurous in art
      like me..
      who may not be able
      to stand up to this repeated
      discouraging behavior
      time and time again..

      Honestly dear.. at this
      point you are boring me..
      and I ask you to
      desist from this
      type of
      behavior here on
      what I try to make
      a positive environment
      for all who come here to
      read with open minds..
      hearts..
      and soul..:)

      In other words can’t we just get along..
      accept or at least tolerate each others
      differences without insisting on
      changing each other just
      cause we view and
      do the
      world differently..
      i for one cannot fathom
      how something so loving
      can become something
      so hating in spirit.. but my
      Mama raised me to say nothing..
      if nothing good is available to say..
      But I for one have always found something
      good to say about every single poem I have
      encountered on dVerse.. even if I have to read
      it 15 times to understand it and find that something
      good to say.. and dear that is why my heart is now 20
      something times bigger than the Grinch Heart gifted
      to me
      by
      GOD..

      Try it.. you might like it
      too.. as much as me and
      GOD
      DO..:)

      Sincerely.. with CONCERN
      for OTHERS..

      Fred..:)

      ANYWAY.. with what you’ve said..
      to hell with poetry tonight..
      i’m going dancing
      with the wild ones..
      be by to be inspired
      again tomorrow..
      as i shake off
      your negativity
      dancing tonight
      with the free spirits
      of Art in GOD’s greatest
      gift
      of
      DANCE..
      SMILES..
      NO.. NOT SMILES..
      BIGGEST SMILES..:)

      ART and GOD ARE ONE AND SAME TO ME..
      NOT FOR COMMERCIAL PROFIT..
      TAX FREE..
      LOVE.
      Period
      INFINITY…*8*

  13. I used to HATE okra, but as of lately, my mom has been making this vegetable soup with okra and I am hooked! funny how taste buds change

    • Yeah.. truly i’m starting to like Okra more now.. that I have gotten older too.. particularly fried okra that is one of my wife’s favorites.. and then there is also crispy potato chip okra too.. that is pretty tasty.. and yes the vegetable soup is good too.. my mother too.. has made that as well.. throughout the years.. thanks for the visit Anthony.. and hope your now is going great.. friend..:)

  14. http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=288037&sid=ff13e956c4f0525e01ed73522e215569

    When people come to home and see my wooded back yard they say this is God’s country;

    In other words, wild and unscathed by human hands. Yes, I provided input at first; but then
    I let it go; don’t water; don’t fertilize; just let Nature take ‘her’ course;
    And yes, I have the best looking yard overall in the neighborhood
    as plants that meet challenge flourish and the weak die and go away.

    It’s the same, overall, with Nature.

    Hurricanes are naturally occurring weather phenomena that
    redistribute the heat of earth giving many species a better opportunity to survive.

    However, humans who insist on living right on the coast instead of safe miles away;
    still drown in large numbers by taking the risk of living on BARRIER Islands
    and such as that; Barrier Islands are a first defense for further inland areas;
    ALL natural occurring; but never the less, barrier Islands save life inland.

    There is an amazing FORCE AND balance in Nature that is much more complex
    and almost ‘magical’, than any dream of some sky daddy with a beard in the sky;
    or some after life on clear gold floors or what not of material ideas of fancy wealth.

    Religion finds metaphors first in oral tradition; both for bonding purposes and
    to reduce existential angst showing there is order in Nature; but religion just
    uses the word GOD to describe the force of Nature that allows order in the
    balance of Nature including human nature. This is important to reduce FEAR.

    For instance, as a timely issue, most folks have an aversion to killing members
    of their same species as part of human empathy; and one sees this through
    many other species of the animal kingdom; so in a way a rampage killing
    for a person with empathy who distances their self from a strangling at
    a distance with a trigger is an act of science as that trigger would not
    be possible without modern science that leads to byproducts of
    humans that make life easier, including killing other humans
    for necessity or sport. Acts of God AKA Nature are even often
    kinder that the scientific byproduct of modern medicine as
    a child born with multiple congenital anomalies like my child
    who cannot breathe at birth does not suffer for 51 days out of
    human made rules that say that death is not a sacred right of the suffering
    organism; even dogs get relief that humans suffer through, as death is not understood
    as the same kind of blessing that those who live in wild nature understand it to be; as an
    escape from the real suffering that is part of life, naturally. Yes, Acts of God are often kinder
    than acts of science; and one need look no further than with Japanese eyes in Nagasaki last
    century to see the real life misery that the science of atomic bombs can bring to humans clearly.

    Oh, and first there is foraging in ways of hunting and gathering; Industrialization and manufacturing;
    and now finally the Information Technology age. In each step humankind distances itself further and
    further from both ‘regular nature’ and ‘human nature’, through the clothes of culture ranging from
    never communing on grain of sand through oxytocin receptors of feet to bond with Nature better
    to literal clothes that are part of shoes that do not receive the same nourishment from the sun
    in ‘happy’ and ‘strong’ neurochemicals and neurohormones that allow humans to thrive and
    survive better, overall; and then there is anti-bacterial soap that can lead to greater heart
    disease; hormones in cows leading to boys with high voices and girls that mature earlier;
    one-third of all school age children now assessed with pre-type two diabetes; around
    50% of the country of adults on some type of pain medication often for somatic
    pains from chronic stress and repressed emotions for a life of fight or flight fear
    internalized; to skyrocketing rates of anti-depressants for children who no longer
    even have physical education to learn mind and body balance to have greater
    imaginative and creative physical intelligence to better regulate emotions and
    integrate senses; as well as increasing focus and short term working memory.
    Even science is finally catching up to see the folly of modern human culture as
    children who exercise even one hour before taking a standard IQ test score on
    average 10 points higher. Humans are devolving per the real process of
    negative epigenetics in not meeting the challenge of the natural evolving
    environment also common known as the natural force of GOD that is
    the cosmos itself working in balance from above in the nature of
    space to below in the environment of earth to inside the human
    nature of emotions and senses that motivate humans to do
    anything at all; so yes, while the neo-cortical development
    of the reasoning human mind that can remember the past,
    make critical analysis, and predict the future in terms of best
    course action is a very important development for thriving surviving
    apex predators; but on the other hand when written language is developed
    by copying imaginary angles in connections of stars with sticks scratching in
    the sand, aided by the all natural development that started with a prehensile
    thumb; once we have collective intelligence and complex culture the human made
    experiment begins beyond the balance of the previous GOD that is really never really
    been more than a metaphor for the forces and laws of nature where kindness and courage
    act together for social animals to thrive and survive. We live in an unwitting experiment of the
    systemizing mind of human being in living in the past and predicting the future and we are the
    guinea pigs of that experiment and truly many of the canary in the coal mines of that experiment
    are telling the world IT’S NOT WORKING LOUD AND CLEAR ON THIS WRONG PLANET DEVELOPED
    MOSTLY for the Canaries in the Coal mine; and I have been listening to the canaries sing carefully
    over the last almost five years now; and I have learned much about human nature I never knew before.

    So keep singing; I am listening; I’m not sure what I will be able to do to help; But I am listening; Yes,
    I clearly know what the problems are now but the answer is surely the job of JOB for anyone who wants
    to tackle
    the
    answer part.
    It is up to each person to do what
    they can to be the change they want to see.

    I choose human;
    I choose ART;
    I choose Nature
    AKA
    GOD;
    AND refrain from getting
    lost in the manmade god of
    abstract language, collective
    intelligence and tools of resulting
    complex cultures; I learn the lesson
    of the wild plants of my back yard
    and simply go back to the OLD EVOLVING
    NATURE AKA THE REAL GOD THAT WORKS
    SUPER COOL IN NATURE’S FORCE OF BALANCE..:)

    YEAH, life is my all encompassing special interest
    along with Nature aka GOD. And sometimes I persevere
    on that and do lengthy monologues; so perhaps the canary
    has a long song to sing outside of the coal mines of real HELL.

    In FACT, and
    FEELING, he
    does….

    The saddest pArt
    is the canary who
    no longer
    sings….

    I sing a free song…

    untethered by human-made
    mines and mind of HELL…..

    _________________
    KATiE MiA FredericK!iI

    Gravatar is one of the coolest things ever!! !

    http://en.gravatar.com/katiemiafrederick

  15. C.C. says:

    I’m suddenly feeling hungry after reading this post 😉

  16. billgncs says:

    I’m hungry, but not for dates 🙂 — I’m glad you rose above what others tried to program you into – so many never escape.

    • Ah yes.. i ruin the taste of ‘those dates’..
      and truly a rose is to rise above the program
      that others will try so hard to program us as..
      FREE is a way
      for me.. in
      social cooperation..
      courage and kindness..
      a Tree of Life
      for me on this
      Eve of Summer SoLsTiCe
      for the longest day
      of
      heArt
      as wEll
      as
      ALLways
      now..
      expressiNg
      spiRit
      sOul
      i..:)

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