i can metaphor but like Abe says
i cannot tale a lie.. i have to put at
least quotes around THAT to hint that it is only metaphor..
sMiles.. again.. and i feel your rib.. Shawna.. Eve.. or Adam.. and to be brutAlly honest.. most of the time i think you are X.. but at SOME NOWS.. you seem realZ as Shawna too.. it WiLL be nice to have one more friend.. but if it is all X.. that is enough too.. for so few of who see all of who i am.. and are brave enough to come here and encourage me face to face..:)
But anyway.. Pope Francis is the first REAL Pope-FACEBOOKLIKE INCARNATION of Jesus that i know of as the Catholic religion is both me and my Grandfather Leo’s special interest.. as a Catholic Priest and Legal Counsel to the Vatican in his role as priest there.. then off to South Africa.. and finally Taylor county Florida where he weds and eventually beds his 17 year-old Cajun wife.. my grandmother.. he 36 years old.. and not nearly as scandalous as the Catholic Church dirt more fully exposed in recent years..
Yes.. Pope Francis wears the real sandals of Jesus.. a Chemistry Major..
a Bar Bouncer and Harley Driver.. the dude comes in out of the
Ivory Tower.. and has real life experience
before he starts out as Priest..
a welcome breath of fresh air..
of locked in priests in
that by overbearing conservative
fundamentalist leaning Catholics..
He IS THE REAL DEAL.. and oh GOD.. isn’t Modern graphics amazing.. he does look real in those photos.. and although he likely will never promote what i do.. publicAlly or ever know me.. at least in how most people view the world in statistical probability..
i FEEL HE WILL TOTALLY AGREE WITH WHAT i do..
outside the Labyrinth ruling Catholic Church..
But here’s the deal.. breaker of MAKER..
religion rules.. it has for thousands of years..
and since the folks in religion are the one’s MOREOVER AND MOREUNDER doing the reproducing.. REAL Emotional change of human heArt.. SPIRIT.. AND SOUL.. must come from inside the church walls.. eventually.. to make real change a reality around the globe in the two major religions of Islam and Christianity..
These two religions.. and others of course.. along with some secular ways of living.. are doing the environment AND GOD AS WHOLE ALLONE.. a great injustice by abhorring GOD’s Nature’s REAL BALANCE.. IN ALL NATURAL HUMAN AND OTHER ANIMAL WAYS OF homosexuality.. and methods of birth control.. of which we have kinder more gentler technological ways of doing that
THANKS GOD.. than the infanticide of
hundreds of thousands of years..
by humans and other social animals alike.. who will
DO WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR THE species as whole to survive.. including the immediate blood relatives.. who are already here and viable.. when physical and yes.. the emotional resources of stress induced life become low.. yes.. intolerably LOW for continued OVERALL survival..
It’s like the Presidency.. the times are changing.. we get Bill who admits to holding it in his mouth but not inhaling.. and then the new definition of sex.. from some seed on Monica’s Dress.. and the SUPER PSYCHOPATHIC LEANING
ADMINISTRATION OF GW.. OUTSIDE OF the real human General Colin Powell.. and the OH MY GOD Reggae King Obama.. with Dreadlocks or NOT.. side note.. massive Thunderstorm here since midnight.. better post.. save.. and
resume this comment before IT Knocks IT off the Internet..
and will continue it on..
in case you come back
before i finish
we get 11
*end side note..
Okay.. but anyway.. before i forget.. thanks for all the nice compliments and encouraging words that you bring here today for me.. people do give me feedback in real life.. that i inspire them.. with compliments ranging up to Dance Legend/Hero or haha! Dance icon for my metro area.. that i canNOT imagine and or
FATHOM i will ever hear in life.. as a 66 month shut in.. in my bedroom.. with only computer screen for eyes.. and little human feelings.. where all is PAIN instead of emotional life of human being
TRUE FEELINGS OF OCEAN HUMAN EYES
AND EARS IN FEELING SENSING NOW..
AND when i am in middle school and an outcast.. with so much heart.. and a fragile body then as gifted by GOD.. i wanna be a track star.. a basketball player.. a football player.. so.. so much more.. but my arms are but string beans and when i strip naked at night.. my body is a flat board of weakness.. but again there is that heart inside.. that spirit that shines so bright.. even though the soul of me is so far out of balance in mind and body as whole.. so i dream one night that i become a rainbow.. so tall and strong.. and i am saving the world.. just saving the world..
And Jesus becomes my besTest friend.. no.. not in church.. and no.. not even in bible.. but in a song named ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’.. as i play the piano in middle school by sheet music.. and i have the whole song book in piano about Jesus Christ Superstar and i wanna bring Jesus back to life now.. yes.. i wanna be Jesus.. and now at Catholic Church my Monsignor Mike Priest who is my old high school nerd buddy in Tennis.. tales us
THAT is our goal IN METAPHOR AND LITERAL REALITY..
as Catholics.. when we eat that bread and drink
that wine as metaphor for THE REAL HUMAN
JESUS.. WHO SACRIFICES HIS
FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE AS BREAD AND WINE..
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL OF US AND THE REST OF
NATURE TRUTH AND LIGHT AKA GOD..:)
Yeah.. we could have been in ‘The Big Bang Theory’ TV show then.. both of US.. (JESUS OR MIKE… YOUR GUESS HEHe!) top 10.. school material .. well yeah.. i come in at 11 out of 381 tied with my best friend Lynn.. to tale the truth.. the whole truth and nothing but the truth.. like Abe.. but anyway all i can do then.. is play the song Jesus Christ SuperStar in a talent show and i am so rocked by emotional spirit inside.. that after i play the song i can barely walk straight and i already have enough problems with motor control.. anyway.. and the audience of school peers erupt in laughter.. as i look like a roach who has just hit a can OF Raid with a deep INHALE.. OF IT..
OKAY.. i can laugh at it now too.. but then.. it was like my way back in.. the only thing special i could do to be finAlly liked by the crowd.. and i feel then.. that they cannot feel the Spirit of Christ in me.. as it should be so overwhelming it drives a person to their knees in ecstasy of feeling the spirit of GOD inside us outside us.. above so below.. and all around us.. oh well.. anyway.. my mixed striped Dachshund still Loves me Unconditionally then.. before i find him on the side of the road.. escaping the fence later that year.. and greets me when i make the long lonely walk home from school.. and i have to pee so bad that i pee in my pants on my front porch before i get in as i can no longer hold it.. FUCKING CULTURE..
bust a bladder..
cause ya can’t even pee in the woods legal..
on the side of the roads.. FUCK CULTURE.. but i digress.. wInks..;)
Oh yeah.. and then high school.. and i am in the football stands dreaming of being a football star imagining running back and forth across the field carrying the ball to multiple touchdowns.. as i do have fast skinny BARE feet.. like ‘Forrest’ then.. where i get in track for one year.. without getting too sidetracked..
my fellow African American Athlete runners say THAT
white boy can sure run.. but dam.. his legs kick up
everywhere and his feet are all over the place..
hmm.. somethings never change.. wiNks as i digress again..;)
Ah.. 16.. my first Penthouse magazine.. and finally i figure out what sex.. THE ALL THE WAY ACT.. really is.. but Penthouse don’t let you see the ocean inside.. all pink and wet.. in waves of pleasure dome way.. i am curious.. oH GOD YES.. I AM SO DAM CURIOUS.. so i get in front of the mirror to practice dance.. yeah.. just like ‘Napoleon Dynamite’.. although i do not raise my arms to sky.. as where i come from.. that is all too gay.. and boys will be beat to the ground if they even try to do that one time.. but yeah.. i shake my bootie.. and start to attract a few girls at the school dance.. at least enough to dance.. AND even get invited to a Beau dance the year before..
And some dance after.. with a ‘cougar girl’
who is just a year or two older then me..
and too wild for me then.. to get WHAT SHE’S REALLY AFTER..
’cause yeah.. i am still a really romantic boy.. who loves the movie ‘THE WAY WE WERE’ AND I have a crush on a nerd Tom Boy girl named Tammy two years my senior in Beta Club..
and i am crushed when she gets her football hero boyfriend.. and i am just on the sidelines still of life.. and there is my best friend.. Lynn.. who I Love so much as friend.. and Love her so much.. i cannot even imagine having sex with her.. as everyone says it is a dirty thing to do then.. even though your body wants to do it so much.. yeah.. YES!
FUCK YES.. then..
OH nO! THE START OF
MIND AND BODY SEPARATION.. RIGHT THERE AND THEN.. FUCKING CULTURE.. FUCKING RELIGION.. AND THEN FUCKING CATHOLIC CHURCH CONVINCES ME THAT GIRLS WHO DO THE WILD THING BEFORE MARRIAGE ARE JUST SLUTS AND WHORES.. FUCKING RELIGION.. FUCKING CATHOLIC CHURCH.. THEN YOU LIE.. YOU.. YOU LIE.. YOU FUCKERS.. YOU LIE ABOUT GOD’S NATURE..
yes.. a little resentment i guess..
over fundamentalist ways of church life..
so far away from the REAL MAN JESUS..
And yeah.. when i do meet my first real girlfriend.. in the fleshy touchy ways of petting life.. i drill her about IF she is a virgin.. ’cause that is what the grade to attain for girls is then.. and i am so F*KInG uptight about everything.. and the end comes on a dance floor where the song ‘After the Love is Gone’.. comes on.. 10 months into my first Love that feels like an eternity.. and she tales me she just doesn’t Love me anymore..
And i am crushed to BELOW the DANCE Floor of LIFe as that is the first and last human up to that point.. other than family who i feel really loves me deep and will never cast me away.. and she does it so easy.. and i feel i could never do that to another human being.. but eventually do to one girl.. yes two.. years later.. when i get better looking at about age 26.. as i am a sinner too.. who has their selfish moments of coldhearted human being.. when i get a little stronger and can ‘afford it’.. and
GOD teaches me all about humility at ages 47 to 53..
and i do my penance then.. in hell.. in real life then..
with 19 medical disorders.. for trying to be perfect..
to be accepted by the crowd.. and finally i say
FUCK IT.. AND JUST LOVE
UNCONDITIONALLY NO MATTER WHAT..
and rise again.. more FULLY ALIVE THAN EVER BEFORE..
AND yeah.. in between.. after first Girl Friend Sonia.. severe ACUTE depression.. my only REAL friend Renee.. then.. who i meet at the Navy Station pool.. COMING ALIVE shortly again.. like static off and on.. in 1980/81.. who confides in me that her father molests her.. yeah.. the one who pulls a trigger to her head in her father’s bed.. years later.. with a military husband and two loving children..
And she is attracted to me as friend.. THEN BEFORE as she can see the Love still gifted in me as gift provided by my Mother’s Unconditional Love from Childhood.. Renee moves away.. Pen Pal.. for awhile.. College for me.. further away from high school old friends.. lonely janitor job.. social isolation further and further.. until i die inside.. and one early September day in 1981.. spark comes to me in class.. i feel the desire to reach out and open up to other human beings.. i am drawn to the beach..
i just want to escape again in GOD’s arms like I did back then..
in middle school.. when i play the entire folio of
‘Jesus Christ SuperStar’ over and over again..
on my antique piano on River front
grandmother’s home.. yes..
the same piece of land by the pier and the bridge..
here in photos.. home now torn down.. where at age 3..
before i can speak.. i feel GOD as Nature
looking cross that River FEELING THEN..
TOTaLLY COMFORTABLE IN MY OWN SKIN..
AS I HAVE BEEN HERE FOREVER WITH GOD ALIVE.. until school.. Catholic Kindergarden first at age 5 starts to take GOD away from me.. in mechanical cognition ways of thinking.. when i become a Straight A more or less.. and nothing else.. Oh and yeah.. side note.. we live a Year in Tallahassee.. closer to my father.. as my mother thinks i need the influence of a father and yes.. she is correct.. but it only lasts a year in bits and pieces on weekends.. before we head back to River Front home.. with my maternal grandmother.. who we call MamaWese.. as her name is Louise..:)
We go to Catholic Private School for that one year..
in second grade.. ’67.. yeah when.. the Beatle’s Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely
Hearts club Band Album comes out.. yes.. i always Love Pop-culture ART..
even then.. like Lady Gaga says it still lives in me.. Applause (the song) hehe!.. yes private school.. financed by
Cajun Grandmother.. who is then..
a fairly well-off business woman..
and the school is much
harder than the
little two story one.. up the hill..
walking distance.. from River Front home..
i have to catch way up.. and get an award for the Wittiest Boy at the end of the year.. i have no idea what that really means until decades later.. as figurative metaphors are hard for me to figure out.. then.. in finer details of definitions and the way i use ’em if they sound right to me.. rather than by definition alone.. unconventionally.. i guess.. make me witty funny then.. and maybe now.. here and tHere hehe!..;)
So yes.. i digress again.. but yes.. the spirit of GOD
calls me to the beach.. i drive in a trance-like state
of mind and body.. i start walking on the beach..
walking walking walking.. hearing.. NO..
NOT literal voices in my head..
but genetic memories of human archetypes of
my cultural religious icons like Moses.. Saint Francis of Assisi..
And yes of course Jesus.. in my mind and heart.. with a chant of i want nothing.. finAlly feeling cries of babies.. in my heart.. in mother’s arms on beach front walk.. and emotional contagion of younger years comes and stronger in mirror neuron.. and oxytocin way.. feeling all the skin in bikinis as far as i can feel.. in heArt feeling and senses one and sAMe.. UNiFied..:)!
My feet connect to grains of sand that are GOD’s feat as well.. the emerald green gulf and sea oats wave with me as i become one with GOD and One and SAME.. yes.. at age 21.. i become enlightened and awakened in a way of reborn.. that no one tales me about in Catholic or Southern Baptist visit churches.. in fact.. i never read about it.. there is no Google then to learn more about the
human awakening and enlightening of being that is as real as the first birth of human life.. no words can describe my experience then.. and when i tale people after i go home in this state of bliss that i am one with GOD people start to think i am crazy and think i’m literally Jesus.. but no.. not at all.. i understand then the path of Moses and the real man Jesus.. and Saint Francis as well.. is becoming one with GOD and no separate human GOD of being…
And all the other myths of metaphors that house the vessels and vehicles of human Truth and Light .. but i have little to no ability to word it like this.. then.. in fact on the autism spectrum.. i have little ability to communicate well in writing or orating any way THEN.. unless i am copying something more or less.. i am just a rote memory of a multiple choice test then.. with what little creativity i have.. stolen from me.. from the multiple choice test world of 14 or so years of school to that point.. before gaining my three college degrees…
So yeah.. i am fully of energy.. ‘they’ call it manic when one is filled with the Spirit of GOD like this.. i need no sleep.. i feel invincible.. i can literally pass my finger through a flame.. and finally do THAT when i am Baker Acted and the Shrinks ask me if am Jesus and i tell them a flat NO.. and yes.. then i literally ask one for his lighter.. flick it.. and pass my finger slowly through it.. slowly..
either pain or real visible injury…
Yes.. they diagnose me with Euphoria.. the heaven is now.. they do not live where i do.. it is crazy to them.. they drug me.. i lose the spark in my eyes.. they are gonna send me to a state institution as i am no one there.. not the top 11 student.. and first ever student to be nominated and accepted in the National Honor Society in 10th grade as before then.. only 11th graders attain this apple of the Teacher’s eye of honor.. so yeah.. my in-law relative.. a city councilwoman with clout.. vouches for who i am away from this new experience and place.. and my path to death in life then.. is averted.. in what what could have been a drugged institution.. for possibly.. life..
i go home.. i throw the pills away.. take three months off
from work and school.. until the reality of dark life comes back..
school.. and work.. get depressed.. again.. and
finally open up again.. with three
part time jobs.. and a full load of
TRIPLE MAJOR SCHOOL.. two of which..
THANKS GOD ARE WITH PEOPLE.. AND not
a lonely Janitor job.. or cold hard desk in front of lectures
AT school.. Archeology research associate.. one..
at the University.. in the field.. in the dirt..
Back with nature.. with a real team of flesh and blood humans with a common purpose.. in a stock room in the University Book Store.. too.. with a team of human beings .. with a common purpose of striping books with magnetic strips so text books will not be stolen.. haha.. and breaking down cardboard boxes to the sound of portable radios.. sweat and human flesh and blood with a supervisor of a woman a few years older than me..
And me back to working-out with new innovatively created Nautilus Machines.. getting tanned.. getting stronger.. thicker.. with a muscle shirt on.. and she looks at me and tales me.. hmm.. Fred.. you are distracting me.. so yeah.. i got the wild thing back.. i start to dance again.. at Disco Club 2001.. no pickup artist am i.. but yes.. many dance girl FRIENDS then too.. and yeah.. i keep my Janitor Job too.. as three.. do graduate with degrees in Anthropology.. Social Sciences Interdisciplinary.. and Health Science.. with peers calling me Superman of brain power to get all that done at the same time.. and administrators of College asking me what will i do with all that knowledge..
And yes.. toward the end of my work years..
peers of work describing me as
Superman of work as well..
for all of what i do..
in what looks on the
outside as effortless
in how i do it then.. but it is
slowly killing me inside in
repressed human emotion in somatic BODY PAIN..
And on University graduation day.. my mother goes back to school.. for a social work degree that my sister does as well.. we all three graduate in 1983.. together.. and the newspaper interviews us.. and still.. then.. with all those degrees i can still barely compose a coherent paragraph in creative words of Mouth or Pen..
so all i can think to feel to say.. is..
my ultimate goal is to be an Anthropologist..
So yes.. my friend.. maybe my best friend.. of whose face i may or may not see at this point in my life.. overall.. all things considered.. after two decades of studying over 100 thousand people in direct face to face contact as Military Bowling Center Government Employee giver of dirty rental shoes.. sprayed here and there.. then Bowling Center Supervisor.. Manager.. Computer Geek whoSE skills of analysis
ARE OF WORKPLACE value moreover people skills..
Then Administrative Support Assistant to a Captain AT another Navy Station in Pensacola.. back to my original home town Navy Station.. picked up as Community Activities Director.. and finally Athletic Director as a valuable Information Technology person who still don’t KNOW crap about the inner workings of team sports.. all the change takes a toil OF TOLL as TROUBLE.. and brings me finally down to literal human hell of 19 physical illnesses in 2007/08..
INCLUDING THE WORST PAIN KNOWN TO MANKIND.. Atypical Trigeminal Neuralgia for 66 months.. wake to sleep.. Yes.. assessed by modern medical science as a pain worse than the actual torture of REAL CRUCIFIXION.. no three hours.. no three days for me.. 66 months of enduring literal human hell every now of every now.. wondering if i can make it just one more now of hell.. where no drug will touch that pain. but yeah..
i get online on ThanksGiving day of November 2010.. and start writing one word of burning pain at each now.. with screen dimly lit all the way down.. with weak eyes scorching pain in eyes and ears.. like dentist drill without novocaine.. a few inches away from words on screen.. i cannot tolerate color.. cannot tolerate sound..
all there is.. is text.. i dream of text.. scrolling up and down.. all my life is words then.. i become words.. and words become organic.. and i connect to over 100 thousand people online now.. instead of flesh and blood life.. and expand my presence across the Internet waves of discussion boards and finAlly blogosphere..
And now i am flesh and blood and organic words as whole.. masculine and feminine balanced finally.. mind and body SOUL balance as dance in ballet and martial arts way.. FULL HEART OF EMOTION.. EASILY NOW EXPRESSED AS HUMAN SPIRIT.. and in flesh and blood life through the over 4000 miles of public dance.. with volunteer scribers of what i do..
IN smart phone videos of all my dance.. in literally hundreds or perhaps thousands of volunteer voyeur efforts purVIEWING A ‘Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square’.. i am NOW..
shared all over the world on Facebook..
as just the ‘crazy’ dancing guy..
where they have no idea
that i am both a man of millions of steps..
AND NOW OVER 11 MILLION WORDS online and closing in on 100 thousand photos.. down to the bone flesh in height of male passion.. no less at age 55.. stronger than ever before.. Leg Pressing about a half a ton.. 25 times slowly with my arms raised in air.. like no other male does on Parallel leg press way.. much harder to do than what steroid
dudes do on vertical leg press
exhibitions on YouTube WAY..:)
So yes.. while not getting paid a penny for all of this..
as fortunately.. i am a penny pincher for a decade before
i get sick.. saving it for a Hurricane rainy day for 66 months.. It IS All for Free..
for the love of Human being Life.. Imagination.. and Creativity.. set free as Hurricane Fred can bE..;)
And truly i am A REAL FREE MASON.. NOW..
NOT SOMEONE WHO SITS IN F in LODGES
and just plays by some other mason’s rules
in creativity before.. and yes..
A REAL FREE ANTHROPOLOGIST..
AND YOU KNOW.. TRULY THAT IS WHO BUDDHA..
MYTHOLOGICAL KRISHNA.. LAO TZU.. AND JESUS IS TOO..
THEY ARE REAL FREE MASONS.. AND REAL FREE ANTHROPOLOGISTS..
THEY GO ThEIR OWN iMAGINATION AND CREATIVE WAY WITH THE
HELP OF OTHERS.. BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO WHAT
COMES BEFORE.. and they already
have it all.. they do
not need to BE
than just to help
their fellow human beings
go where they attain it all
where no wants of human beings
exist as life.. yes.. human needs
are still real.. human desires of
joy and pleasure are still real
but there is NO want of material
goods of collecting life..
as when a human
and free’ they have IT
ALL and the ONly place left
to GO is GIVING
SO YES.. DON’T
ELSE.. if ya
AS GOD AND SAME
AND EVERYONE ELSE
AND THE REAL WORLD
WILL BE WHOLE
HEAVEN OF NOW..
AS ALL COOPERATIVE
LIKE A BONOBO
WHO IS JESUS’
HEaRT OF HUMAN AND NATURE
And yes.. there is a sonG
for this by Shakira
that i will add
on the top
her his ON
THAT is hEr miNd
and body soul on
FiRE IN BALANCE
IS ONE AND SamE
AS GOD ALiVE IN US
OUTSiDE US.. ABOVE
US.. ALL ArOUND
US.. WHErE LEAVES
And now on to the continuing
joy of responding in poetic
expressions to dVerse
links to poetry
Well.. instead of going directly
down on the list today..
i’ve decided to
and a piece
of this and a
piece of that
what about women..
Oh gOD.. i love women
and i often put myself in
their place when i imagine
pleasing them doing
feelinG as ART
when it comes
but anyway i
of how well
and i pass her
delight in forked
F in Road.. to
travel every witch
Culture a board in this
eye and a board
in that eye..
well at least
there are enough
mothers to give Love
to children in this extreme
version of polygamy that
starts at an age close
to puberty.. ugh..
have come a long
way baby.. and
i have to
say as A
Living in this
theme.. what i
will do if i am
her with those
six other ‘sister
wives’.. is find
someNOW in pleasure
with my newly found
wifey friends.. just to
please them.. just to
please them.. as
that is what
no surprise here..
as cutting off the
pleasure parts of
women in FGM.. is
considered the height
of social status in some
countries.. by the women
who get mutilated for
of all social
is that of the
will do anything
to either fill that
filled by it..
The freedoms people
take for granted here
we are freer
than ever before..
my front with
their rears in
the dance halls
of life without even
asKinG.. they take what
is theIRS.. now.. and after
all of what ‘they’ have been
through i suppose it is reparations
of sorts.. that i play along with at times..
Ah.. the science of the human
heArt.. spiRit.. SoUl balance
goes below above
and never ever
by a scientific
as they guide
Oh stalkers of
and we blame
by GOD.. Nature
always wins in
and actions are
always follow actions..
Oh wars.. mute
human.. that is all…
*A female fighter LB for LB
will always defeat
in this way.. for Life..
by patriarchs that
slice tHeir heArt
spiRit and soUl
Tornadoes.. lonely storms
without a name..
WeLL.. at 55..
and it starts
with the divine
feminine of grace
first before man reAlly
Stone cold heArts
male or female
dead in life..
back in life saddest ALL…
steep in fear.. alone..
often comes as hate..
Words of poetic
of female mouths
More often lost
is real when one
never gives up
heart as spirit
Anything is possible
for never giving up..
Interesting and brings to mind
recent science that shows
in primitive cultures
where the work
of the night
the little ones
to keep life going
starts at puberty..
in social cooperation
in clearly defined roles
of stuff for subsistence
there are no words
and Lord knows
hunt and sleep
naked and Live
by Love instead
of human nature
subjugation.. and illusory
fears.. and they are the
Well.. all caught
up to 14 poetic
at 1:15 am..
so yeah 80
by 14 is.. 5.7
not sure why
i ever linked
as it is mostly
a pain in the ass
after Brian and
a place i Love
to visit.. but
never the less
i visit.. still..
after i dust
Well.. i have to admit.. as i cannot tale a lie..
a metaphor.. yes.. but lie no..
when i first come here i am
very attracted as human
being to your smile
and eyes of
and so true
you wear your
emotions in your
eyes and smiles..
and yes.. your Insta-gram
sharing relates the looks
of Angel fluterRing in
WinGs of human
and yes..from all your
words here from start of
blog to end of blog metaphor
Truth and LiGhT of human flesh and blood
same as one with Angel’s WinGs..
and true it is not easy
being a real life
as they are
sensitive to pain..
pain.. as they give so much
that at times folks feel they need
nothing as they are complete as IS
iN Angel form.. but of curse no.. as
with all Human Angels.. Demons
or Devils.. needs come..
and while Demons and
Devils may not
feelings of human touch
and hugs.. when bright
eyes and smiles
connect to each
free in flesh
and blood like this..
YES.. TOTAL STRANGERS
TOO.. until eyes and smiles
and rest of body language
meet in lonely
OTHER IN SCENTS
AND TASTES AND TOUCH
AND DANCE AND MUSIC
AS ALL OF US…:)
Sadly.. the more technology
rules the more human
there is a REAL
IN SO CALLED FIRST WORLD
nations.. around the globe with
science measures of human empathy
dropping about a-third in the last
several decades.. USE it or LOSE
as in all stuff human being applies..
Poetry online can be a substitute
for that partially in virtual
way.. but never ever
a full substitute overall
for the free flesh and blood
connecting human heArt
expressing human spiRit
in balancing physical mind
and body soUl.. always
now.. as practice of Life..
it is a slow working
real human evil..
and easy to
day they realize
the quicksand of
REAL HUMAN EMOTiOnal
eYes and eArs is above
nose and mouth
root of human
being.. in physical
and emotional intelligence
the only real kind of intelligence..
that humans have for thousand of years..
overall.. before Standard IQ ways of
human mechanical cognition..
Yes.. this IS LonG
but i can sTiLL
be an iceY
flesh and blood
is frozen poles of
Interesting.. ‘this human archetype’ that is real..
per ‘Lord Ganeshji’.. is portrayed in mythologies across most all cultures.. sMiles.. myths house the essence of Truth and Light in vessels and vehicles of metaphors.. my friend.. Himali.. continuing always now.. with no limits but form as essence is Infinite in Nature.. sMiLES.. AS GOD..:)
Canvas by no name but canvas..
brush my name but human..
us but no name but paint..
them.. paint aSwell.. brush
and canvas too..
i suppose i can
make this a reverse
haibun.. no.. but flow..
yes.. GOD nameless
canvas.. we asOne
into all of
US we guides
US WE togeThEr
ALLONE let IT Go..
flow.. i cannot tale
what i write a day
ago.. 10,000 words
two days before that..
flow art.. current
rivers bay gulf
A meteor.. A comet.. A gulf..
sAMe.. now escape..
Ah friend X.. yes.. i am addicted to that Unconditional
Tough and Passionate Love thingy.. and oh yes.. GOD yes..
God SinGs to me in streaming consciousness photography..
same as lyrics of poeTry.. i just aim my camera.. and or
keyboard FinGers and GOD who lives inside me all natural does the rest.. and i am often amazed at the messages that come free of charge.. just in Holy Spirit terms of GOD’s synchronicity of cosmic consciousness also known as Christ Consciousness Being.. Free in human imagination and creativity GOD brinGinG human gifts once again.. ALL Natural One among human beings similar and sAMe..:)
And.. oh yes.. there is a day when i am as rigid as stone.. and truly i feel that when human heARt IS emoTioN SpiRit expresSinG.. balancing human body and mind soUl.. THAT IS the definition of getting old.. a state of mind of dying human HeartspiritsouL.. Potential.. Force no longer sinGs human more truLY fulLY Unconditional Tough Passionate Love.. hiGhest Power of human beinG far beyond.. any materialistic goods… yes.. ageless timeless.. genderless.. raceless.. with no nation religious specific subjugation in illusory fears of control.. and or tribe.. the essence of human light that shares.. gives.. and helps one another liVinG in LoVinG balance as well WitH rest of Nature..:)
And yes.. rocking the butt in the dance of the Seafood Festival for me.. and yes X.. everywHere else.. fesTiVal IS a glorious coming dance again..and again.. aGaiN and no.. Fred will never be enough.. as Fred needs lots and lots of help from his friends.. to get most anything done in a day of his life.. stONE Statue or not.. in Synchronicity Album way..
And sure THAT SONG FOR THAT
CAT IN THE HAT..:)
Hi.. friend Himali.. a window with a view is so important in life..
and while words provide so many imaginary colors..
colors provide so many meanings for life more..
and truly more than words alone will ever tale..
and these words i write.. are truly new..
other than cutting grass..
my only hobby past
a few video games.. work and TV..
is taking digital photos of my yard..
just once a year.. in fall.. before these words..
for over a decade.. cutting grass.. taking pictures..
playing video games.. watching TV AND cutting
grass the best ’cause i am actually DOING
IT IN mind and body balance..
Cutting grass is only seasonal..
so to connect to GOD like this is
just a temporary hobby.. sadly enough..
truly the closest i am to dancing with GOD
for over a decade..
but still not
as squares of
plans of design to cut
grass paper dolls pre-cut…
So now i live as lake.. yellow boy and red flower..
i am Nature once again.. as i dance with gravity
and no longer against GOD’s way of
balance in SanitY everywHere one
gazes upon the peace of GOD
that lives all ’round
this beautiful blue
green brown orb of
Living GOD’s Earth..
But yes.. photos immerse us in that moment..
a blessing away from toils and troubles
of manufactured mechanical human cognition..
while other animals float ONE breezewinds wITh
Gravity sMiles.. so eYes.. to yoU.. Love
and smiles Himali.. and may NatURe
alWays Live as You.. AKA GOD..:)
WeLL… aGain.. hello friend Himali..
Flowers GOD blooming cycles death life..
Technology.. iFlowers connecting HiVE
Human eYes.. never DiES
as Long as Servers serve..
mY favoRite aesThetic expressiOns aRe oNe’s inspiRing endLess dReams oF inefFAble fActs.. numBers.. leTters.. woRds.. symboLs.. aLL fORms 4iNeffAble esSence.. GraVity mY enemY oNce.. G8D’s besTfriend.. acCording t0 HawKinG.. maKing frieNds witH GravitY makinG frienDs wITh G*D oNe sAMe.. n0 l0nGer afRaid.. stanDinG sTiLL oR moVing breezewiNds.. balAnce.. bLiss.. ceNter eYes BellY..
n0 loNger swayinG toWers PizZa.. butT yoU fEel whAt i FEeL.. sMiles.. uGh.. UGHX1000.. fEar oF falLinG driVes mE worKing sO manY yeaRs.. N0W.. fl0aTinG wITh G0d’s yEARs sImpLy.. GravITy’S bEst fRiend.. nO l0nger falLing SeAs LAnd.. terresTrial frienDs.. wHere ‘you’ iS ‘me’ sAMe..finAlly SaNE..:)
And yes.. uGh.. i continue
struggleS expresSinG more as Less
Ah.. iPhone 6s.. simply amazing.. where technology can take us next.. faces no longer washed out in florescent lights.. iPhone photographic magic.. brings face life color back again.. and OMG.. talk about fast.. powerful.. catching up with me.. hehe.. finAlly as my blog posts cannot crash iPhone 6s intellectual prowess.. absorbing mega mega more bytes of challenge swallowing all of what i do.. never upChucking any of me.. haha!.. in blog post ways.. even when it comes to a ‘Super Blood Moon of Truth and Light’ growing every now.. in comments way.. perhaps 20,000 words before that comments section is over with main blog post.. together.. and new one comes tonight or tomorrow day.. in early morning hours or later day.. as wife and mother duties come next.. big world of shopping stores.. while i dance more miles as MiLEsiMagine and create the dance of me alive far more.. in miles and miles of fun JuST BEinG wITh God aLiVe.. but anyWay for N0W..
‘TRUST ME I’M A NINJA’..
There is a nice produce weigh-in machine at Publix..
so today i register my heaviest weight ever in
Fred Dance clothes.. as illustrated in action above.. at 234 Lbs..
AT age 26.. i weigh-in at 180 Lbs.. and workout 5 times a week at the Nautilus gym in Pensacola traveling all the way over there to keep my strength and fitness up.. until about that time when NASWF Military Gym.. finally gets Nautilus Equipment and i get to stay in Milton and do it all for free.. but yeah.. marriage comes.. i buy some cheap equipment for home and only go once a week..
Yeah.. the comforts of marriage.. take first place over working-out then.. i gain weight.. eventually up to about 205 Lbs.. but i am not nearly as vigorous a human being as i am before when most everyday is a workout day and i am dancing at Club 2001 at least once a week.. albeit with a six pack of beer or so to get the courage to get up on the dance floor then.. and let it all swing.. Anyway..
i am a two dimensional athlete then.. just going through the routine of what the Nautilus Machines.. stair steppers.. treadmills.. and ellipticals have to offer.. but the thing is they are machines and to work with machines is to become a robot in physical expression..
OH how i loved to watch football and how athletic it is in ability to move in three dimensions on the field with excellent science defined 6th sense of proprioception.. in a full field of other human beings..
So today.. while dancing my martial arts and ballet all Nouveau Fred style of dance in public stores.. with GOD alone ALLONE.. as my innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive teacher.. while.. when i first start two years ago or so.. a few guys give me some problems in this patriarchal homophobe area.. that sees graceful dance as something less than male.. TONIGHT a guy says i look like an outside
linebacker for a professional football team..
and ha! 55 year old dudes don’t play college ball..wink emoticon
So yes.. perhaps Fred can truly do anything.. and ha! maybe i”ll dance on a team and see where i can go.. but no.. and thanks GOD.. i’m likely lucky i’m not a fearless athlete like i am now in high school.. to play football.. as i have a congenitally fused vertebra at birth in my neck.. only found on MRI scan in middle age.. after experiencing intense neck pain from degenerative arthritis..
THAT is a weak point.. from birth..
where a head-on concussion could make it easier
for me to get a broken neck.. and i’ve always been afraid of heights
more than most and that’s a very good thing in my special
case of human anatomy for sure.. but AnywayX2..
TO have the freedom to truly move like a professional athlete means much more than money to me.. as it is a fearless way of life.. being this comfortable in one’s own skin.. where one does work with gravity instead of against it.. where martial arts and ballet-like skills in all natural movement is truly a Blessing in Life.. and most of all ART OF LIFE.. and the greatest thing of all to me.. IS.. no one teaches me how to do IT.. but GOD..
AND i learn a new ballet or martial arts move from GOD almost everynow i Ballet and Martial ART.. no matter how small or imperceptible it may be to someone else who does not live in my body..
And it is the internal experience IN bliss of freeing all ranges of human emotions and senses IN FREE STYLE MOVEMENT AND BIO-FEEDBACK OF EMOTIONS and SENSES THAT FLOW THROUGH THE BODY.. that does bring the heaven of now.. when one finds mind and body balance.. in regulation of emotions.. integration of senses.. much greater cognitive focus in executive functioning as well as enhanced short term working memory..
People who think athletes are dumb ARE missing half of human intelligence as they cannot possibly suggest this.. when they become this physically and emotionally intelligent..
YES THIS.. the real intelligence of human survival through the ages.. before artificial ways of Standard iQ are developed to truly control and imprison our human natures.. in mechanical cognition wayS of thinking as well as moving like robots stuck in a Zombie Apocalypse coffin of death in life..
IT IS NO small deal..
IT IS HUman Life
IN ALL ITS greaTest Potentials..:)
Well.. this post is over for
not finished in ways
78th Rave Dance Week
with all the cool college age
folks from old Seville Quarter..
coming to this
the Wee hours
but again for now…