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
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
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..
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
OMG.. Kimchi.. Menudu..
and Chitterlings.. sounds like
a boy band trio.. of
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
on the DRUG
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
LOVE FOR ME..:)
I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS
SO STRONG THAT NO ONE CAN UNRAVEL
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
of heArt as food as well..
If empathy dies.. starvation
grows.. a seed of love
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
weather channel way..:)
Sometimes i miss
than all the
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
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
come.. i ain’t going..
i’ll stay at home..
with a smile or
not from dear
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
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..
Ah.. brown strawberries
are my favorite
so tall and perky..
a delight of tongue
and other stuff
Ah.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
There is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
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..
life flows from
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
Oh goodness.. bread and wine of life
is shared innately.. no need for
or special guru songs
to sing this song
of one life
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..
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
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
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..:)
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
THE REAL LOVE GYM OF LIFE
IS THE ONE WE EXERCISE
AS LOVE MUSCLE
AND all the cultural
OF THE PRESENT
NOW AS LOVE..:)
I Love YOU!..:)
just the way you are..
i don’t care if you are
or even have a
You are Rafiah.. my friend..
and you are precious..
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
you have a
YOU DO HAVE A
I LOVE YOU
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
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..;)
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..:)
now almost what
seems as always
celebrating my 63rd Rave Dance
Week.. with all the Super Kool
College age folks at Old Seville
More fun photos in both
documentation and celebration
after rave dance