Good morning SOHEIR..
and of course further towards
the evening for you my friend..
AS with people.. my tolerating and accepting differences of other cultures…
religions.. and nations is taking in many variables of differences
of environments of both challenge and luxury…
I live in an environment of luxury so far above that of most places in the world..
in terms of a beautiful God Given environment of Rivers.. Beaches..
and Flowers shaded by Tall Trees.. with never a need not
provided for food or drink..
I already live in paradise on earth..
so of course.. obviously i wish for nothing but the life
i have gifted as is from God.. and sure i can wear shorts
year ’round and never get cold.. but sure.. i am blessed
as very robust too.. as physical child of GOD…
Sadly.. where i live that is not enough for many folks..
they wish for materialistic goods and are never satisfied
by the gifts that are so clear to me all around me where i live..
as i step into my backyard of paradise free..
So true it is that many places in the world are places of hell on earth..
and many of those places are in the middle east.. particularly places
like the ones we see where small girls are being raped by soldiers
in the name of Allah.. and stove top burnings of wives
where husbands do not see the dowries.. as enough
to purchase a wife.. as no greater than
cattle for slaughter or to eat..
in areas like Pakistan.. my friend..
Egypt is a much nicer place to live in the Middle East
than many places of constant conflict and death..
so sure.. this is the way it has been in the
middle east for thousands of years..
the tribal spirit of warring differences
is strong in the past and remains strong in the Present..
and again.. Egypt has been spared much of this as
a larger power in the area.. recently..
and i am glad you are blessed to live
like this my friend as well..
as compared to some
of your close neighbors..
So when i listen to this call
to invoke the curse of Allah on disbelievers..
that is pretty much the element of the talk..
it is not surprising to me.. as it is ‘my football team
against your football team’.. the closest thing that most
people in the United States ever see
of a war on their soils.. my friend..
How easy we have it here..
when we manufacture our tribal wars for fun..
and just jump up and down with cheers and
jeers at the opposing team…
So sure.. it is not surprising either that i can go
to my Catholic Church where there are almost zero talks
about hell fire.. zero talks about an angry GOD..
and even Love expressed for the peoples of
different religions.. even Muslims.. and Buddhists..
But sadly enough in other churches in my area.. that are
fundamentalist Southern Baptist churches.. hatred is openly
expressed towards Muslims.. Buddhists.. and even people of
our own country.. like Single Mothers.. and Homosexuals..
When i go to these churches the fire of righteous
indignation for a GOD of ALL peoples comes out of my eyes..
as i know and FEEL the Love of these Muslim and Buddhists..
and other people of God given differences as Peoples no less than..
my backyard of paradise…
But no my friend.. i do not feel that Love when i listen carefully
to this entire over an hour audio that you provide today.. out of
respect for you.. my friend.. what i hear is a tribal way
of just another football team who says we are better
than the other.. no it is not the New York Jets..
it is the believers of every literal scripture of one book..
that must not be in variance at all with other books of wisdom..
or the others.. the people.. will burn in an eternal fire of hell..
Well.. God is bigger than that.. so much bigger than any prophet..
book.. or word uttered out of human mouth.. no matter how much
inspired by GOD.. GOD is always greater than human communication…
as GOD is the GOD of Infinity.. and not just tribal warring concerns
of one area of the earth.. which is almost entirely the context of this
audio my friend.. which again.. is understandable.. and i can tolerate
and accept the reasoning behind it.. as it is written in the context of
an environment of relatively few natural resources.. competition for
territory.. and subsistence.. in a life or death situation..
an entirely different human environmental context..
as compared to the one i am born in..
The American Indians.. living in pristine North America..
and South America.. as well.. where resources..
are abundant see a Loving God of plenty..
where the Great Spirit rules in Balance and Love..
Put them in a desert without the Buffalo and they will see
more of a God of Fear and Hate.. instead of Love..
it is context my friend.. a context of GOD
that can be darker or lighter
depending on what we are born into..
To attempt to look deeper into the whys of how so many people
see GOD so differently is to better be able to tolerate
and accept the differences.. but until that happens..
there will still be rape.. killings..
and wars in the name of God or Allah..
and much misery and suffering..
Sadly until humans can realize
they are all part of one Loving Tribe..
There will be no True Love of God..
that even the primate the Bonobo
can live.. Free..
and not rape..
maim.. and kill
each other in ways
of Fear and Hate..
Not everyone can read 10 to 15 times faster
than the average human being.. or type close
to 130 words a minute.. when properly focused..
or graduate with three degrees out of college..
or withstand a pain worse than literal crucifixion
as identified in medical literature
for 66 months from wake to sleep..
So no.. my friend.. i have privilege
and challenge gifted to me by GOD that allows
me to understand details and experiences of life..
that perhaps only 1 percent or LESS..
of the population is able to understand..
So i cannot judge anyone with eyes gifted by Allah..
different than most.. expecting them to see a GOD
as large as i see.. as GOD has gifted me obviously
with bigger eyes of discernment than most..
it will be easy for me to condemn the rest
of the peoples of the Earth to Hell and say
i am the only one living in Heaven..
with a few more million people on earth now..
’cause we are the special ones.. the superior ones..
and you other folks are just gonna have
the curse of Allah and suffer forever..
But you see my friend..
i am smart enough not to do this..
’cause I understand God.. and that is
where the video fails in invoking the
curse of Allah on the lesser who do
not understand Allah..
Allah does not sentence
anyone to hell for the lesser
of human being privilege..
God instead.. allows folks
like me to lend a helping
on people who are
lost.. but sadly..
people like me
will never ever
be heard by fundamentalist
Christians or Muslims as their
books tale them there is no
other knowledge but what
is in their books..
that is where they are
incorrect.. as again GOD
is no book.. no human word
alone.. GOD is the God of ALL
i am just a speck of dust compared
to GOD and I will be a fool if i ever say
i know or feel all there is to know or feel
of GOD.. or anyone else does.. as i am still
only a flea on the back of GOD enjoying
my nourishment of blood
as a life giving GOD
that gift of
Blood free to
me now by the
grace of Paradise where
i live.. but again.. how can
i judge the folks who live in
hell now.. no
i will only offer a
INTO AN IMAGINARY
HELL WHEN THEY ALREADY
LIVE THERE NOW.. WITTINGLY
or not my friend.. Love is Heaven
there is no HEAVEN BUT LOVE
AND THAT LOVE
CAN BE NOW
IF ONE FINDS
THAT LOVE INSIDE
BUT LOVE.. NEVER FEAR
OR ALL THE DERIVATIVES
OF ILLUSORY FEAR.. NAMELY
THE GREATEST ONE NAMED
HATE OR SEPARATION FROM
THE GOD OF ALL THAT IS
OF ALL PEOPLES OF THE
UNIVERSE(S) not just patches
of land in the middle east..
or earth.. as whole..
but not as long
as the video of course..
my friend. . SOHEIR FROM
the fertile crescent Nile..
the birthplace of the
of greater human
of GOD from among
the first folks who
believe in one
GOD of ALL
words for GOD
in modern days
of middle east ways..
God has always been
here.. it’s just up to us
to SEE God and most
THE ESSENCE ALL
THAT IS.. IS DEAD
WORDS.. and Love
is the essence my
friend.. Love ALL
IS Sacred Love..
if a Bonobo can do it..
i must have at least
will come back
as a Bonobo if humans
do not get their act
and just let
extinct and bomb
themselves to death..
or perhaps God will send
a virus.. to finally rid this
earth of the cultural and
religious viruses that are
human.. and perhaps
that is a metaphor
not the literal
of living out
of the balance
with the God of Nature..
God will have ‘hEr’
way.. ‘sHe’ alWays
does.. humans are
but a speck
and that is
i for one see as
respect and never
Fear that breeds hate
or separation.. Balance
is the way of GOD and
Unity is the way of Balance..
And that is an ALL volunteer
effort my friend never ever
Smiles my friend..
my comment is not directed at the Quran or Muhammad..
or you my friend.. in your understanding of the Quran..
my comment is directed at the tone of the speaker and
the specific words to invoke the curse of Allah on disbelievers..
Those are not words of God.. in any book of mine..
and i do not remember seeing them in the Quran..
but they are the words of the individual in the video
that i cannot possibly agree with as they are words of separation and not unity..
this is what my disagreement is aimed at.. NOT Muhammad.. the Quran.. or you.. specifically..
i haven’t heard you speak that the curse of Allah should be invoked on disbelievers
but certainly it is a curse for soldiers to rape little girls in the name of Allah
in this curse of way.. as well as stove top burning young wives by men
who think the dowry does not meet a fabricated allowance by Allah..
And i have much disagreement about these same types of things in the U.S.
not much different than this.. and i can see the lies of the Bush
administration at the time they are making them as no fool
passes the test of my eyes to see another soul’s eyes lying..
Anyway.. i have no doubts of your light my friend..
but i also have no doubts that the terrorists are
inspired by this same type of tone when provided
like this to kill innocents as it promotes separation..
And sure.. if some terrorist comes to my house..
to harm my family.. they may die at my hands or
powerful lightening fast and incredibly
strong feet in a martial arts way..
in a heart beat.. as i am trained as
not only a soldier by pen.. but i am a
very efficient killer in defense if necessary
as a last resort.. and no human teaches me this..
Allah teaches me this defense in hand and feet to hand combat..
alone with no one else..
as i do not want to hurt
any innocent bystanders..
if you will..
Life is no soft ride for true freedoms of Allah..
and i will fight to the death if necessary to keep those freedoms as well..
but sure we live in a new era of soft men who train with smartphones
instead of fists and feet.. i am fists and feet my friend..
with a Loving Pen.. and when i walk tall like a Lion
and light as a butterfly.. no one yet transgresses my path..
God is no weak limp GOD.. God is the God of courage..
and tough passionate Love.. as instilled in REAL MEN AND WOMEN..
who treasure their freedoms and are not afraid to die for them
in hand to hand combat.. but no guns for me.. i am no weak man
who must use a crutch for defense.. i am Allah’s Lion
not only in Pen but a force of one feat of feet as well..
smiles.. and I love you too.. and we will fight for
freedom together.. with the kind of Love and
Light Allah brings.. with PEN..
without any physical harm
if we can but..
so be that as well..
as caution to any terrorists who comes my way
in metaphor of domesticate or abroad.. as we mostly have
domesticated terrorists here in the U.S… now..
in true effect and affect my friend.. in more
ways than violence as well… but again..
i live in a soft and free land..
where many people
take their freedoms
for granted.. freedom
is a gift.. that can be
when a nation
and while the military
devices for defense are still
strong.. there are few real warriors
that i see.. still being trained by the
military.. as i commonly wait for them
to finish their Facebook before i
lift a half a ton or whatever..
smiles.. that’s kinda
me considering what
our forefathers give
and while when
young or now.. per my
so-called physical disabilities
i will never be able to pass the
so-called physical requirements
to enter the military no matter how
strong and courageous i am.. the older
combat veterans i have spoken to
agree with my assessment
here as well..
i am in no
alone to make
but it is in accordance
with real veterans
of wars for freedom..
Hi my friend.. Imran Ali..
Thanks so much for coming here and providing these wise words..
There is much i Love about the Quran as a book of wisdom.. my friend..
There is much about the Quran that is credible just like there is much about
the Christian New Testament that is Credible.. AND USEFUL IN LIVING LIFE…
And of course there are still many jewels left in the Old Testament as well…
I argue against noNE of that here..
and i defend these parts of the Quran to the haters in the west..
as there are some who call it an evil book.. which of course it is not..
The Quran like the Christian bible.. is a book of wisdom..
and the realities of humanity.. at the time the books
are both written and received as words from GOD…
There is a warring aspect of both books
that is also part of GOD my friend..
and i do not judge either book as evil..
There is a warring aspect in the Middle East..
like i previously mention in my comment that is not
a reality of the United States.. on our soils..
so i must understand the reality of this in
the Middle East.. that there is a much different reality..
that plays greater to this reality of humanity that we in the west
do not encounter.. that is still relevant as a part of GOD
and more relevant on Middle Eastern shores….
And sure.. it is the same with the covers of women..
the Middle East is a hot arid land..
and these covers also provide a
practical aspect of keeping
moisture in and bright sun
reflected to both protect skin and keep one cool..
SADLY.. Muslim Women where i Live swelter with what
approaches heat stroke when these covers ARE WORN in
our outside environment IN THE SWELTERING HUMID SUMMERS..
THAT is just foolish my friend… but a reality of A
book restriction they face..
in an environment where those
rules of GOD that are reasonable
in your environment are not practical
and against both GOD and Nature where we live here..
God does not raise fools my friend.. God raises
Intelligent beings named humans who adapt and change
and survive or do not.. so sure.. women stay inside.. and survive..
but it is beautiful outside here in the SWELTERING HUMID Summer as well..
and that is sad.. so sad that they are imprisoned inside covered up..
not to enjoy the Summer.. but it is what is is.. huh..
i cry for the Muslim women here..
but sure.. i am glad they stay cool..
and are protected from the Dry Sun in the Middle East..
And this is what i mean about change my friend..
God sense or NO SENSE.
But here’s the thing my friend..
and what i love the most about the Quran
is its focus on the balance of Nature and
the giving aspect to the lesser of us.. THAT’S GREAT!..:)
Science understands more my friend..
much more than at the time of the Quran and the Christian Bible..
AND YES IT IS A BIGGER MUCH DIFFERENT WORLD NOW AS WHOLE..
so what that means.. is the text in that book is
NOT finished for the story of humankind
or the spirituality and ONENESS WITH Allah to come..
I offer practical criticism.. for the relatively small parts
that can possibly change for the better.. i realize the chances
of that changing in countries where
religion and state are one is
And honestly.. the only way
i can convince you OR any other Muslim is if
i somehow am ISA myself.. which no.. i am not..
THAT’S SAD.. COMMON GOD SENSE SHOULD BE THE RULE..
not foolish behavior that refuses to change just ’cause ‘Joe’ or
whomever finished the text of the Quran in actual book form AFTER MUHAMMAD DIES…
SAYS it can’t change 1500 years ago.. in a small patch of arid hot land…
in one TINY BOOK.. THAT IS AN ABRIDGED VERSION OF GOD’S WORDS…
I am just a human being my friend… but i will tell you this..
i am a Prophet of Allah.. neither the last or first who speaks
to GOD face to GOD and who GOD speaks through to the best of my receiving ability..
And sure.. this definition of Prophet.. is in accordance with my western definition
of prophet as healer.. Love is what counts.. and so far all I see is Loving Female Muslims..
you are only the second Male Muslim who has taken the time and effort to
communicate with me.. since i am Speaking on Truth and Light of ALLAH
for the last five plus decades…
i appreciate that.. i am humble enough
to tell you that everything you say is correct..
But here’s the difference between what we call a prophet
in the United States and an Apostle of Jesus..
The Apostle says
the rules of the past..
with no variance..
The Prophet Speaks
the rule of GOD
WITH NO VARIANCE..
NOW HERE IS MY MAIN VARIANCE WITH THE QURAN IN 2015..
WORDS OF SEPARATION FROM GOD IN ANY BOOK IS AGAINST GOD..
WORDS OF LIMITS ON GOD IN ANY BOOK IS AGAINST GOD..
THOSE TWO LINES ARE MY MAIN ISSUES OF VARIANCE WITH
THE QURAN.. I AM NOT HERE TO MAKE ANYONE BELIEVE WHAT I SPEAK OF..
I AM JUST HERE TO OFFER IT FREE OF GOD’S GUIDANCE AND CHARGE MY FRIEND…
AND where i am no longer welcome..
as i have been kicked out of almost
everywhere online associated with the west..
where there is moderation of administration..
as my criticisms are scathing of both Western
Politics and Western Christianity..
I just dust my sandals off
and travel to the next destination with
GOD’s message for me TO SPEAK.. and sure
i will do this until my death..
as GOD already damns me to hell..
to bring me this far friend..
and there are 11 million
more words from me..
details my friend..
I Love you..
THAT is the part of Christianity and Muslim
THAT is all that counts
when the end and beginning
PERIOD MY FRIEND..
AND THAT IS MY MAIN MESSAGE FOR YOU…
I LOVE YOU.
If everyone practices I Love you..
there will be no false Iraq wars from
the WEST.. no false tortures.. no haters
of Muslims.. no rapes of young girls
by Muslim extremists.. and no
stove top burnings of young
brides in Pakistan..
AND SO MUCH MORE
EVIL THAT WILL BE
Truly it’s as simple
as that my friend…
THIS IS ALL ALLAH TRULY
DEMANDS.. LOVE YOURSELF..
LOVE OTHERS AS YOURSELF..
AND FIRST AND FOREMOST
LOVE ALLAH WITH ALL YOUR
HEART OF EMOTION.. EXPRESSING
THAT WITH SPIRIT OF HUMAN WITH
A BALANCING BODY AND MIND AS SOUL..
AND WORLD PEACE WILL BE THE SOLUTION..
i already live in Heaven NOW MY FRIEND..
that is my reward from ALLAH NOW alWays
NOW.. AND ALL I HAVE TO DO TO STAY
IN HEAVEN IS PRACTICE THAT RULE
WITH ZERO VARIANCE.. i have zero
TO GAIN.. and zero to lose by being
here.. and just ALL.. to GIVE..
take it with eYes of ALLAH
or not my friend.. your
will.. your choice..
your way with
ALLAH or NOT..
Hi Rafiah.. ‘Southern Cross’ is my favorite..
and sure Music is her Game.. and Love is her Name..
and i travel the world always looking for her and i find her now and then..
sMILEs.. sadly.. we don’t have NEW music like this in the United States anymore..
it dies in the 70’s more or less.. with electronic glitz.. replacing the chords of
human acoustic heARt.. and i suppose that is why i Love the Language of poetry..
as it is the Language of Love above.. just wham bam thank ya mam..
in two or three words of modern pop music that is repetitive..
and just exciting.. and nothing more.. in today’s ways
of electronic computer programmed beats..
than what CAN be the nuance of
Infinity in human emotion..
and dance as well..
i do compose music.. perhaps i will do that again.. as well..
as i am bored of what is out there today.. new in music..
and who am i blaming but me.. for not getting to work
at that too.. i guess.. smiles again..
my piano is waiting..
if you don’t see my text for a few years..
you will know what i am doing.. but sure..
i will still keep in touch with you somehow my friend..
i promise you that.. God willing of course.. perhaps
i’ll send you a song.. one like this.. again..:)
So let IT written be music..
perhaps its WiLL be done..
WHO kNows.. i Feel..
Music of Love
Me and now
you of course
as well.. welcome
to my SonG.. i write
it for you.. my friend..
Rafiah.. as Kind in Love..:)
Thanks.. for this gift of song as well.. Rafiah..
you have such a diverse mind in cultural interests
that go far beyond your borders.. or age.. you always impress me..
here from 1969.. a song about a man who cannot control his passions..
and kills his love down by the river.. of course.. as with all poetry
and songs.. the meaning is always of us.. as unique individuals.. my friend..
i will never come to that conclusion.. now.. from just hearing the song..
but of course.. violence.. now.. is not in my vocabulary either..
i see it as a song of Love instead of killing.. as that is
what i see.. Love.. but nah.. It isn’t always that way..
for me either..
An eye of Love.. is always a beautiful eye of seeing
as far as i can see the River ..now.. my friend..
Smiles.. Glenn.. the Wonder Loom.. shares a visit yesterday
but yes.. you are likely the second and last to comment
here in my sea of seemingly endless iT is IS IS is iT
writing and other assorted
artifacts of science
and art.. haha!..
Thanks so much.. you
are an amazing guy to
get through what i do
here.. at all.. and seriously
you literally may be one of only
a few who can even reasonably
be expected to do this.. in our modern
twitter age that is reduced to characters
and not even limits of words in standard
i love output..
i am an input dude
for 50 long years..
and when the
comes after all
that input for five decades
it is no small one.. and no
slow one either.. i am going
to be all i can be.. no matter
if it makes others uncomfortable
or not.. i watered me down to
suit the tastes of the
until the point that
and the patriarchs
successfully killed my creativity
at age 13.. FOR 40 DEAD YEARS..
by taling me NOW THEN..
only girls do THAT.. and we
beat you up if you even
crack a smile..
just be a tough
suck all the
ha! i dedicate all of this
to the haters in the world..
and i only wish they can
share one millionth of the
Love i feel for creating
free never limited now
Train i am today..
it flows.. and it flows
faster and faster.. like an
ever spreading Tsunami
of what i call Love whether
it drowns others or not..
it is here waiting
in small drops
or ocean full
eYes care to
see and hear
deeper or shallow
as long as servers
bring it on.. i will go on..
as this my friend is a very
large soUl that IS me expresSinG
as spiRit.. in a heArt still growing
multiple times larger than the
grinch that once
these are my presents
i offer.. they are free..
and i expect no one
to take them..
they are free
i Love you Friend..
Glenn.. the world
needs more people
like you as they mostly
are older like you and
me.. and this is
be all that
is left of them..
old souls online..
and most importantly
foredoers for maKinG
that possible write NOW..
like Steve Jobs and Bill and friends..
and sure Steve Jobs helps best in
many ways to
the ART of GOD
Last comer to dVerse links on Tuesday
prompt about ancient Rock art..
Smile..s an age when life is about
life and not about tools
alone.. when man
is man and
that do not rule
us alone.. who
i choose human
i am human too
And now on to respond to a few links
from dVerse Poet’s Pub..
Thursday Open Link
night before i leave
for Rave Dancing
with Gospel Singing
Casino Trip to Biloxi
with Church on Saturday..
Catholic Church on Sunday
along with the Boggy Bayou
Mullet Festival on Sunday afternoon..
hmm.. sounds like lots of photos.. and
smaller time for writing.. but i will to get
through and respond to all dVerse links
before the weekend is over.. God willing
of course.. sMILES.. AS THE auto-
biography of poetry REALNOW goes
on for me..
stuff of course..:)
*A love can be a song
of ‘tween.. a love can be
a brush.. a stroke.. love
is pain.. and make up
face.. where love
through a vacant
place of Real my friend..:)
Breaths flesh soft..
deep blue sea
SonG of LifE
wE of aLL..
And the show goes on
Buck.. Johnny Eagle
and a horse who
Jesus.. this is
a great story..
and when Cowboys
and Indians come
Jesus at the end..
what a turn
*Inner Forest of human
being.. trees of Love
how nice it is
to step with
i see my mother here.. no longer
driving in her 60’s.. residing inside
never venturing much further
than a book or crochet..
in her 80’s now..
it makes her
is still enough
for her.. peace
of mind lives
in a many
way of Life
SMiLes.. i for one make
an art of finding poetry
wherever i go..
or videO wiT
and goes with mE..
FinDinG poetry iN
titles.. anothEr waY
to be art mY frienD..:)
Midnight road.. a walk alone..
Keep moving.. make a score..
a score is more.. rhymes with i..
Who can i be.. but a work of lUSt..
Oh.. rubbER gLoves.. reAlly.. i MusT..;)
alWays burn out..
Yes.. humans will
freeze last now..
when oiL is gONe..
icE comes KinG..
Meanwhile.. some folks
will continue to worry
minDs sTill Death
Irony is the gift of reality
that never must make sense..
Promoting Jesus to a solidier
GOD in actuality is the only
way the housings of
Jesus is a dinosaur
carried by eggs
Not even a flood
can end his life..
as WHOLE long
carry his real iTunes
pArt in today’s
Only a foolish God will create a devil
out of hate.. only a real GoD
a devil out
is the real devil
It is what it is
fall and rise
Beauty is the
FIRE OF LIVING..
the other devil
Ugh.. a loss of feeling..
it’s all around.. it seeps
in as darkness.. old songs..
last.. new feelings come
again.. oh.. YouTube
Thanks for the
SonG.. it is BliSs..
up theRe in YouTuBe
Heaven.. come again..:)
All of Nature has a song..
the song of change
Many of we have
a dream.. so same..
so cold.. so false
Ah.. humans.. spending
Life focusing on imperfections
polishing them down.. a response..
Fear of Change..
Devil of same..
on feet connecTinG to
Earth’s sAnd.. Love
i can relate to this well..
All a father can be.. in the
struggles of manhood..
staying strong.. my
father has all of
this but separating
early with no desire
or way to express this..
all i feel/know.. is from his
brother who away
of both criminals
can tale his tale..
but i suppose sooner
or later we all must become
our own fathers and mothers
and friends as well.. the man
or woman in the mirror
is always the
Loves us best
when both Father
of all of that
and then we can
give the rest of iSuS..:)
Back at 8:08
Gospel Singing Canceled..
Wife Katrina brings a
TV show instead.. Ellen..
with Miley Cyrus Singing
‘Hands of Love’… sure that
is Gospel singing even better
COME TO LIGHT…
SO ANYWAY.. back
to this.. and you know
poetry i love.. as these
hands of mind are not just
mine these hands are thousands
more of all the connections of
my life.. all the dance.. all
the creativity of
touch my life..
so i write on
and carry on alway
stronger when i start..
wicked are the blinded
from the trails of past..
i leave them behind and
visit them again..
as liGht is
no matter what..
Forgiveness is Love..
Love is All that is..
of Love.. iSnow..
and oh.. to be clear
wicked trails has nothing
to do of wHere i traverse today..
but yes.. i have been to wicked
places.. for surely without
Love Wicked leaves..
ash and dirt..
but with Love
In lives of plenty
In lives of excess
In lives of instant gratification..
a little cold and hunger goes
a long way to happiness
when warm hearts
and full stomachs
each other in Love..
Hurricanes of Mass Destruction
teach this lesson to lucky few..
snow storms.. and earthquakes..
bring back the
A Roller coaster of
money up and
down.. Sad for
those who climb
up and fall..
are the gold
that will be shined
by love one day..
and for those who
will be appreciated..
for those who do not..
the end will
means.. there is
no fooling Love in
the empty heart of Gold
no matter how Gold the
a hair of Gold..:)
*Ah.. the autumn eve of sunset
green to red to brown..
a Sunrise of cold
in skies of Love..:)
The third asterisk
of known poets to
me who block
sad it is
oneself for potential
of beauty to come thEir
way.. people often ask me
how i do all of this.. it is
simple.. there are no asterisks
of people who i exclude from
a lesson to learn
is Love is THE most
powerful FORCE in the
Universe.. a Force so
it’s sad for me..
to see people who
from others.. over
we all have
’em.. but sure
some people are
a naked butt..
like a Moon
as so above..FREE!..
And yeah there’s a song
about that i thInk i’ll
add up top on this dVerse
Section that celebrates
IN HUMAN CREATIVITY..
THE LIGHT OF CREATIVITY
CAN BE SO BRIGHT
from it.. in other
ways of mechanical
SURE I BLIND
IT IS BRIGHT
I DO NO APOLOGIZE
FOR MY LIGHT AT ALL..
the off switch
online is not hard
to find.. but in
real life.. ha!
to do it.. hehE!
THE DANCE OF ME
SHINES BRIGHT IN
HALLS OF PUBLIC VIEW!..
AND from the distance
across the dance hall
room last night i
hear a little
young man say
here.. i didn’t
get a chance to catch
up with him.. with a Link THAT
WILL CONCLUSIVELY PROVE I
AM THE F*KING WEIRDEST
DUDE IN THE
me i am awesome
on the dance floor..
but sure Weird is the
BESTEST COMPLIMENT OF
ALL AS OH GOD I AM
LIKE A F IN
THAT I RARELY
FIND MY WAY OUT
OF TO BE A FRACTION
OF HOW FREE i AM JusT NOW!..:)
Okay.. Album Cover of Caveman
Fred Astaire dancing and
the evolution of
comes in waves
for those who
Surf GOD FREE!
with God at One’s
Back there are no F*KING
limits.. just potential
more fully realized
i thInk tHis
is better than
IT IS SIGNING..;)
BACK TO dVerse
This place needs
a WOMAN’S TOUCH
BEFORE i GO
just write.. tRust
me.. sHe breaThes
coMe LiGht fliGht..
Air LiGht regains..
Breathes Life iaMe..:)
Spring rises hot to puberty flow..
Summer comes in many colors
oh so long..
Fall slows down..
a place ’till
Years of Winter
tRue.. sTress goes..
words go by..
flesh a SonG
wheRe Blood SinGs Love
Sweat creates Sweet Life Now..:)
Ah.. yes.. my
poetrY no lonGer
wRites me.. i
Believe it or NOT..
once upon a time
i am a very anxious
the savior for five
long years.. oh
Now i dream
am i.. WiDE
to see that new
movie PAN.. wInks..
i am Peter.. the real
oh Hi again.. Prajakta..
before i forget..
off to fly!
DREAMS TO CATCH!..;)
Ah.. the last hundred years
an experiment for sure..
Radio.. TV.. AC..
RECORD it ALL
a screen becomes
scream.. human no
of human screen..
AnyWHO yes..! i’m BACK..!
Again dam IT..!
and i aim to
if a 55 year
old dude can
do Arnold so
WELL.. i for one will do what you ask..
there is a little boy.. a disabled boy
from a nice neighborhood..
he is Autistic..
there is A
he cannot speak..
his only joy
is nourishing this
tree.. He provides hands
of Love that words can
not meet.. he breathes
life into this tree and
more beautiful it grows..
until one day college
and bark bright
Sadly.. the little
boy’s heart is weak
his love is strong
boy passes away..
and what is left is the
most beautiful tree
in his small
a young man.. strong
but shy.. is walking down
a sidewalk shaded by
a young woman
weak but brave
where they speak
of the beauty
of the tree..
magic a spark of Love
unites Strong man
with Brave woman
anew with Love..
Tree of Life
The young man becomes
brave with this strength of Love..
The young woman supports him..
no fear.. through military and political
career.. and then at the height of
world leadership role..
this now powerful
a decision and
is credited for
and earth alike..
but who is the real savior..
the tree.. the little disabled boy..
loving parents of the man and wife..
all the teachers who bring them lessons
of life.. and all the friends who support them
in all aspects of life as
there is no separation
and sure there was
darkness along the way
that inspires the young
man the same
we are all saviors
of each other
comes into the
Hope you don’t mind if i share yoUr path..
Sunsets gleam through eagles WinGs..
Nature’s beast of feathered SinGs..
Ajoy beak says.. spiraLinG Son..
Kepher soaRs foRce ONe..
Eagle eYes Blue skeYe..
Has new breed..
Ink of path
Hath InNate Sprite..:)
I always love my father
i visited him twice a year
for a weekend here and
there.. he never really
said anything to me..
but oh how
on how to be a man..
he leaves when i’m 3..
then one day he speaks..
and tales me in the operating
room of my few week old
child’s surgery.. make
sure you raise
him like a man
Love.. i forgive
as i am
Love.. my child
passes away then..
my father passes away
last year.. and finAlly
i look in the
Well.. one more to go.. a late link on dVerse online
poetry site by my friend Lynn.. anyway.. if you
have any darkness in life.. ya oughta try poetry..
it’s great medicine to grow a HeArt STRoNG..
cause dam it.. if i can do it..
A robot computer
i am before..
i truly believe
Well.. my goodness
Lynn it feels like
home here you
are again at
the very end..
and oh my goodness
28 times.. this is my
28th poem.. sure
3 folks exclude
me from their
so i’m sure
and where does
that circle of
no need to answer..;)
Ah.. yes.. 28 poems.. and the end with Lynn..
And.. well.. i only share 5 on Facebook..
but sure.. in the next blog post..
on Biloxi beach..
23 more come in
blog post then..
and the title will be..
of Love’.. smiles..
sure.. wheRe do
i come up
end for now..:)
Off to celebrate my 80th week of Rave Dancing at Old Seville Quarter..
and oh GOD.. i love this Shirt.. a T-Rex.. some cheeseburgers..
two cats.. and ya got Paradise in Space.. heHE!..;)
Seriously.. do you really think LiFE is supposed
to make logical sense.. that’s okay.. i used to have
that illusion too..
Funny how irony
thanks so much for stopping by with those
lovely words of appreciation today..
i am always joyous to come to your
site of Limerick sharing as humor
is the medicine to raise
human up a little
bit out of all
the darkness we see today..
so yes.. your Limericks
spread the Light of
human healing my friend.. so..
you are my Limerick healing friend..
Sad ugly song of life is Lonely
Beautiful Happy song of life is Allone..
Diversity is God’s SonG that one
can see and feel throughout
Nature in an Infinity
of nuances of
The color of human
is limitless.. to color
human any less than
limitless is only block
of Human Freedom..
embracing ALL of IT
ALLONE.. any less
and see and
FEEL THE FLAVORS
OF GOD IN ALL HUMAN
MY FRIEND.. IN A WAY
OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
THAT NO RAINBOW WILL EVER EQUAL..
to FUEL NOW..
ALIVE AND SPECIAL..
in EyEs of US WitH ALLONE
D and all the metaphors
for the Essence of
All and different
IS THE REAL
TO ALL FORMS
OF HUMAN HATE..
OH! AND HI! ZEE..
NICE TO BE HERE
WITH YOU NOW..
VE.. SAYS IT DIFFERENT
Hi.. Imran Ali..
and the Devil
from the bigger vision
of GOD gifted to us
Scattered.. as story..
i too.. know and feel
wAvE am i
getting aLL back
a child of 7 or before..
of soUl.. no more miNd
and Body Balance then..
tHere is a place in yOur
HeArt my friend that
knows.. FEELS self
in tHis i..
of ego I of spiRiT!
of i.. escapes
chaos of culture..
i becomes master
of ego I.. spiRit
hearT so free..
dancing as air..
i am a 6 year
old child again
but sure i have
knowledge to go along
with free as well.. it’s the
icing on the cake of a human
heaven for child..
hell for adult..
but no it does
NOT have to
be this way..
for an entire life to
and sure with
Love i wish for you
to play as child again..
my friend.. Lala Rukh..:)
The little boy who loves Mohammad
with words instead of drawing portraits is touching..
And as corallary in the US many people worship an idol of a man
once named Yeshua and other translations.. presently Jesus.. as a God..
and never hear his lessons of Truth and Light.. As only the reality of a humble prophet’s teachings..
The real Jesus will never be on Facebook.. With a perfect smile..
i agree with this 100 percent.. And it is the main reason I visit here.. to hear..:)
Smiles.. you always make me feel welcome.. SOHEIR..
Sadly that is rare but i refuse
to do anything less than love
as that is all that makes me fearless.. Love..:)
And now i am out of bed.. a smart phone..
is difficult for me to use still
sleepily with one hand in bed..
and now i have two.. so i will share a story with you..
There is a woman named Helen.. she lives in a small town..
she has a Law Enforcement husband.. and she raises two infants at home..
in a small trailer.. a boy and girl..
One day the father says.. go get a job Helen..
i need you to make me more money.. she says no.. i refuse..
i will stay home and take care of my children.. they mean more to me
than anything in this world..
He does not accept this so he leaves
when the little boy is three
and the girl is two.. so Helen moves in
with her mother and must go to work..
Well.. the little boy receives all her unconditional love until age 3..
and now the little girl must go to be taken care of by someone else..
lonely in a crib all day long…
The little boy is homesick for his Mother.. when she goes to work..
and he soon enters Kindergarten to learn about cultural ways.. but first..
he looks across the river at his home on the water.. and sees a water GOD
that is endless across to the forest.. and realizes he has been here
forever with GOD.. before he can even speak at age 3..
Well.. his mother continues to Love him unconditionally..
never any spankings.. only grandmother does that..
with switch from the Apple Tree in yard..
but this boy’s Mother’s Unconditional Love
continues to live strong in his bright blue eyes..
So anyway.. he Loves very much and in school.. some girls love him too..
just ’cause he is so nice and with smiling eyes too.. but no.. the boys..
by the time they hit puberty.. will have none of that..
they tell the boy he cannot smile..
so the boy stays sad..
until he grows taller and stronger
than the other boys.. so he smiles..
with eyes.. and Loves.. no matter what they say then..
So the boy goes on.. graduating at the top of his class..
gets lonely in college.. as many people struggle at that age.. and the smiles come back when he becomes a giver of shoes.. at a small military Bowling Center.. for almost two decades he serves up shoes.. dirty feet.. smelly shoes.. it is a humble job for an educated boy to do..
So.. church groups often come in.. the boy quits going to church when he gets married and does not go back for 23 years.. but still the now young man smiles.. and sees every person he meets.. as the most important person in the Universe when he smiles at them..
So yes.. leaders of church groups often come up to him and say..
my friend you are the best example of a Christian i ever meet..
all there is about you is Love.. you are like Jesus..
with your healing eyes of Love..
And he says thank you friend..
i no longer go to church..
but i just Love..
the boy still cannot talk much..
he says it all with his eyes.. and bright white smile…
And one day a woman asks the young man.. what is your position here..
and he tells her manager.. as he becomes one by then.. and she’s says oh.. that explains why you are so nice..
And another man asks him.. how long he works there .. and when he says.. almost twenty years.. the man says OMG how can you still be so happy working in the same place so long..
The older man now that still has the smiling eyes.. receives a challenge from GOD.. his only real way to communicate Love with his eyes will change now.. the smiling eyes.. are gifted by GOD with a burning hell fire pain.. that grows into his ears.. where a cricket sounds like a freight train.. and a street light with shades.. looks like the Sun at 3 a.m..
So how will the man Love now.. like his favorite friend Jesus..
his eyes are only pain.. his heart becomes numb..
there is nothing left of the man before..
The man will not get mad at God..
even gifted with 19 medical disorders..
in a synergy.. of life and death JOB’s challenge..
like the bible story.. and his only wish is to die..
to escape the pain.. but God will not let him go.. God has other plans for him..
So one day.. two years later.. the man musters up the strength to tolerate the pain.. and starts writing on a dimly lit screen.. two inches away.. one word is like climbing the highest mountain of pain.. a word becomes a paragraph.. a page becomes a book..
Thanks for the Miley tune; I don’t know this one. It’s beautiful.
“How easy we have it here..
when we manufacture our tribal wars for fun” … This is so true, and as a metaphor as well. The way we pick fights with others or create problems when there really aren’t any. We can’t just be satisfied. And when I say “we,” I mean ME.
“a context of GOD
that can be darker or lighter
depending on what we are born into” … How true is that??? So true.
“Sadly until humans can realize
they are all part of one Loving Tribe..
There will be no True Love of God” … This is so beautiful, Fred. SO beautiful. You are such an inspiring human, and I am humbly blessed to know you. You make me understand things in a better way. You give me clarity and light where once was confusion and darkness. Five minutes on your blog, and I feel completely refreshed and ready to start over with a new way of thinking. Thank you so much for sharing yourself with the world. I need you! And so do so many others, whether they know it or not.
Also, your music and photos affect me just as much as your words. Please, please keep it up!
“Not everyone can read 10 to 15 times faster
than the average human being.. or type close
to 130 words a minute.. when properly focused..
or graduate with three degrees out of college..
or withstand a pain worse than literal crucifixion
as identified in medical literature
for 66 months from wake to sleep” … Amen. I know you’re talking yourself and your extreme gifts/turmoils. But we are all so different, and we don’t all have to be able to do the same things. You really give me so much insight into my daughter. We got a puppy this weekend, and it’s already turning into therapy for everyone in the house. It’s amazing, the healing an animal can bring forth. Especially for kids/adults with anxiety or other “issues” that nearly incapacitate them. We’re all in a “wheelchair” in one way or another. Just usually a mental wheelchair. And having an animal friend who doesn’t let us down or hurt us (especially verbally) can really change our lives. It’s unbelievable what damage we do with our words … especially me. My mouth is simply evil. This reminds me of that scripture about how we use our mouths to praise God but also to destroy man. You know what I’m talking about.
“i am just a speck of dust compared
to GOD and I will be a fool if i ever say
i know or feel all there is to know or feel” … So true. Again, you really help me get my brain in the right place. You are somewhat of a preacher for me, Fred. This is exactly what a disciple is supposed to be. You are a beautiful soul.
“i can see the River” … I don’t know why, but this, all by itself, touches me. And the way you capitalized “River,” as if the river is the essence of God. I feel that in water … all of nature, of course. But the notion that The River is God/God’s. See Him as a river. I love this.
I woke up feeling so heavy and downtrodden, and then I read you. I feel refreshed, as if I have a new brain, and I thank you for that, Fred. You help me, friend.
Smiles.. my friend.. THE WONDER LOOM NOW..
ever since you COME onboard my ‘little’ RIVER ship here..
YOU bring me sMILEs of kind and understanding friend..
and you inspire me to go on stronger than ever before..
so yes.. WE need each other as friends..
YOU ARE A GREAT ONE AMONG THOSE
THOUSAND HANDS OF LOVE FOR me.. and YES..
WE ALL need EACH OTHER as FRIENDS..
And i try to find a friend
in everyone and will call them my friend..
whether they see me as that or not..
as all people inspire me..
even the people who seem
to noT like me.. and sure
there are so many reasons people find
to not like people.. but sure.. there
are so many reasons to like someone
and see them as friend no matter what..
and that is Love my friend..
an Unconditional Tough and
that takes us
away from what
scientists describe as entropy in Nature..
Love will reverse entropy in Human Nature..
and Fear is the Devil of Human Entropy
incarnate as a force
humans can generate
as Love in all ways
of Hate my friend..
There are two great forces in the Universe
for humans manifest as part of GOD..
the Light force is Love and
the Dark Force is Fear..
and truly I wonder
at first why GOD
has me do my nude art
as i am driven to do it as a
Spiritual way that sure is part Love
and the Passionate Lust of Human as Art..
but more than anything.. the fears over myself
as human animal.. and accepting all those functions
as Pure Light that are associated with human being..
is a quickER way toward fearless when one dances passionate a
nd naked in front of the world.. as allowed by laws of course..
SO.. when we other people who are free enough to do this in pop culture..
mostly women of course.. as they can be freer to express this more
divine feminine nature of human being when brave in pop-culture..
partially for the most pArt of course.. what i once see
as strange makes a perfect practice of human common
GOD SENSE.. as i know and FEEL.. the benefit
of fearless and how it generates
the Love Force HIGHER AND HIGHER..
NOWiNTO PURE WHITE LIGHT BLISS
THAT MUST BE SHARED WITH OTHERS
IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE LAWS
OF HUMAN NATURE SET BY GOD..
AND YES.. MY FRIEND
THE WORD DISCIPLE OF GOD
MEANS STUDENT OF GOD.. AND
i AM A LIFELONG STUDENT OF GOD..
WHO WILL DO THAT FOR INFINITY NOW..
AS THE PATH OF LIGHT SPIRALS UP
DOWN WITH LOVE..
So i am back as a kind of hermit.. online..
part of no community officially.. but when
i first leave autistic communities online..
among people who do not seem to be able to
share this Love or generate it.. it is a relief then..
and a blessing now.. to be a hermit of Love if i must
in avenues of life that seem dark without Love..
i have faith that i am doing what GOD
wants me to.. and you bring
reinforcement that what God
is asking me to do is.. correct..
and works for at least one person who is in need..
of encouraGinG.. as i have been at so many points in my life..
where truly then.. i wish there is me.. to read then.. as encouragement..
SO YES..! it is like i am the friend of past that i need then in the future now..
back to the future of Love i am my friend.. and i want to be the friends of others..
truly one day.. whether they realize they need that friendship or not.. as free..
so that is the benefit or recording all of my soul online as God asks me too..
as this souls grows bright in light from the black hole soul..
i once am before.. that seems to generate a STILL GROWING
Universe of Light in me.. as i’m sure that dArk
is an ARK for God’s LiGht magnifYinG
Love potential in human being.. to grow a soul..
beyond what may be seen before.. shining brighter
than the moon.. and perhaps a star as bright as our sun my friend..:)
i Love you friend.. and my furry animals Love me unconditionally..
and they set the example of life for me.. as they are my Spiritual
Guides in Love’s Flesh and fur.. so yes.. Yellow boy IS my savior TOO..
he comes out of the woods.. and calls to me under our shed..
sure he needs food.. but the food he has in store for me..
is an unconditional greatest call of the wild..
in most mammals who cooperate with each other
to survive.. namely unconditional tough
and passionate Love.. and our cat Moby..
seems to be coming down with diabetes..
from sadly a Life of only Love
and sitting still.. without
the struggles Yellow Boy
sees in the wild..
that inspires the wild part
of my moving message even more..
as without moving.. humans will
eventually end up like what seems
to be happening to Moby at a relatively
young cat age.. somewhere around 8 or 9…
like a 60 year old human i suppose.. but
sadly this is happening to school age children now..
one-third assessed as pre diabetes.. type two..
in a world where sitting still in
front of screens is like
that painting SCREAM.!..
The world needs more disciples of the art of human movement
that includes expression of sensuality and sexuality as that
drives movement much higher in comfort AND FREEDOM in one’s
own temple of GOD.. so my task from GoD is a Large one..
A VARIED one with thousands of hands OF LOVE helping me..
but with UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH AND PASSIONATE Love ALL
is possible.. and more than one can imagine
in now my friend.. of the
The fear of myself as human animal.
You are absolutely right. That is my greatest fear, for sure.
“a hermit of love” … Wow. That is so powerful and inspiring. I will take this nugget of wisdom with me.
I adore you!!!
(new name, comin’ at ya) … It fits, yeah?
Smiles.. my new name friend ocean bones..
Out on mobile today going to a mullet festival in Niceville FL..
I’m hoping you have a new active blog as the ocean is grey and if so..
i will be by to visit when i get home to type with two hands..
Ugh mobile typing slow.. No epic poetry with
one hand YET.. wINKS..:)
Control your temper. Once you lose it, the tongue will utter hurtful words. The grief & guilt can tear you apart. Don’t go down that route.
I have zero temper my friend
even when I do martial arts..
Temper is weakness.. water
and air is power..
i am the i eye
of the Hurricane..
Friend.. Imran Ali..
and normal men do not
Smiles and thanks for
stopping by.. Love..
Im glad to know that …I ve been a boxer n athelete as well ..
N had bad temper in the past …I m able to control it.
Gratittude love n light !
Take care !
Your brother in Adam’s progeny
Smiles.. my friend..
I used to have some strong temper too..
Love and learn.. Is what I do..:)
And thank you!
Hi.. SOHEIR thanks for coming by..
And hope all your nows are
Everything is okay
Hi Ocean Bones.. i Love ‘this dance poetry’ by ‘De’.. and it touches me too.. so i guess i’ll comment here too.. and yes.. as you know and feel.. dancing is a source of life and happiness to me.. and interestingly.. i can be so tired and sore i can hardly move in the morning or after dancing in one store and going to the next store.. when getting out of my car to dance.. and when the music comes on my ear buds from hanDy dandy iPhone 6s.. i am transformed back to liGht as a feather.. floating.. with the wiNd in stores.. and that is quite a balance.. as all the breeze comes from.. AC vents.. haha!..
So.. Force AKA Human EmoTiOn.. equals MUSIC times Dance.. yes.. F=MD.. or E=DM or SD.. SonG times Dance!.. or DS.. seriously that’s the route Einstein should have taken.. pursuing the inner Universe of Human as that’s WHERE ALL THE REAL FUN STARTS AND ENDS NOW! ALWAYS NOW!..as well as HUMAN HEALING.:)!
So.. sure.. we got nuclear bombs..
And i do nuclear dance.. instead
and OMG it’s so
around to see
all of reality
as Force of the Positive
Energy of human emotions
as that relates to US.. and of
course.. Love is the drug of the
BEST FORCE.. ALL POSITIVE
ALL THE TIME.. WHEN THE FORCE
IS WITH US LIKE THIS.. AND LOVE’S
POSITIVE MUSIC WITH ALL THE
in both Force
pursuing our energy
so yeah.. when
i dance i am
no older than
7 years old
in terms of
young but sure
stronger.. as i’ve
had nows to practice
iT more FULLY NOW..:)
sMILEs of DANCE NOW
“i ain’t got no trouble
in my life.. no foolish
dream to make me
cry.. i’m never
i heat up..
i cool down..
gets in my way
i go ’round it..
don’t let life
it the way
that i found
it.. i got
this song here..
and for some
See ya later
Real now Shawna!..;)
Oh.. goodness same friend.. for now.. ocean bones..
you are still here and that’s kool.. and this graphic
illustration of how a laugh can change humans and the world even..
is magical to me.. after not laughing for 66 months..
and getting a new hair cutter named C.J. who
cracks a joke in the first of August 2013..
and cracks my funny bone.. back again..
to belly laugh alive..
and that tingly
feeling of a belly laugh
is when the Vagal Nerve is WIDE AWAKE..
again or BACK LIKE MiNE then.. Laughter is
the medicine i am after and the medicine i give..
with dance in real life too!.. Yes.. Dance Laughter..
Haha! ‘Horcrux’.. thanks God for Google..
during my period of shut-in illness..
with little use of eyes and ears..
the Harry Potter.. thingie..
goes ‘write’ over my head..
and Oh yes.. all of what
i do online is a Horcrux..
NOW that goes on forevernowmore..
All in terms of words.. photos..
videos.. and other symbols..
my friend.. still.. now..
named ocean bones@the
ocean is grey..
and PS.. i
to murder any
human beings to do
it.. all i had to do
is murder illusory
fears and all stuff
Well.. the way Scarlet slaps Rhett
backwards.. and the way
Rhett seems to enjoy
it.. i must say
be some shades
of Grey WYvern here..;)
a Work of Art..
With a Peanut gallery
waiting to sinG a Dark refrain…
Some SinG Unity for cooperation..
Some sinG Division for separation..
and the ‘tween.. And all becomes
the gamE of iS.. Dark and Light…
Light AND Dark critiques
fuel the Light of me…
Two ways of GamE..
for losing Dark..
The Winner’s Prize is
FORCE of LOVE LIGHT..:)
Oh.. Google.. and YouTube associated resources..
NewOcean of human opinions.. philosophy.. art
and yes.. attempts at science.. too..
a little over two decades for the
origin of Google..
now in 2015..
and a little
YouTube back in 2005..
and now there is a Universe
in strings of bits and bytes
of 1’s and 0’s to express
all of what humans
were.. are.. and
with few limits
of past restrictions
of local cultures
Truths and Light
of what was.. what
is.. and what
My aim is to dismiss
no opinions.. no art..
and no science
mind and body
emoTioN of SpiRit..
so i learn more than
most.. and sure.. eXpress
more than most as well.. NOW…
What Google and YouTube proves
most of all is that we are one limitless
Supraorganism of Consciousness
of Human being as Global
FORCE of BEING NOW..
wHeRe humans across
the globe are coming
to similar essences
of truth and light
and the science
of ALL ART N0W..
wHere the science
of ART is NO LIMiT
TO GROW IN MIND
AND BODY BALANCING
SOULS.. HEARTS EXPANDING
AND SPIRIT OF HEART.. AND MIND
AND BODY BALANCInG AS SOUL.. MOVING
CONNECTING AND CREATING AS ONE FORCE
OF HUMAN BEING WITH ALL THAT IS GOD NOW..
THE MoViNG evoluTioN of the human soUl expresSinG
SpiRit requires connections to grow asONe VISiOnARY
LIGHT FORCE LOVE AsUniFYinG FORCE of CreatiVitY
or SHRINK AS MANY DIVISIONARY
DARK FORCES OF FEAR
Love is the positive ion
of human emotion
ion of human
are charged either
positive or negative
as above so below
there are ions at
and at the human
level of emoTiOnS
too.. to charge human
with Love is to grow..
and to charge
With Love and positive human creativity
there are no limits in heights of heaven..
with Fear and negative human hate..
there are no
i for one laugh
in the face of fear..
of the dark force now..
so sure.. Halloween
is an excellent
of the LIGHT of
human humor against
all forces of DARK
better way to
express humor vs. dark
now than the human
and sure there
is a shirt for that..
but i think i’ll leave
the dark music off..
as there must be
it work best
in my opinion
But seriously.. this is the most
exciting time for an open minded
and bodied person to live.. as this is an
experiment of human potential as
Supraogranism of global
F-old data.. Joy-new data..
work-old data.. ugh.. it is what it is..
play iS alWays now.. old is required..
for regular data.. play is new.. is NOW..:)
Well.. like Katrina says..
it ain’t easy being NOW
married to a HALF JOKER..
HALF PAN.. Pan.. Fred Pan..
and reference last
photo status thingie..
And OMG the shape
shifter am i..
at work again..
as the joker
of me for now..
Great movie that
“PAN” movie is
iN REAL TiME
This dude up here with me in this selfie..
who works at Target is perhaps the best example of a Christian..
i have ever seen in my hometown of Milton.. i have never ever
seen him crack a frown yet.. and OMG he’s been working
there for years.. not even my crazy clown shirt
stops his smile..;)
i’m betting he never ever gossips
about anyone in his life..
in fact who knows..
he might be….
no NOT IN
i can’t keep
the secret NOW..
Anyway.. it’s absolutely hilarious
that a mythological God representing Nature
in all ‘her’ freedom.. is developed into a
demon by the folks who prudely and proudly
neutered Jesus.. and he wasn’t even here
to defend his virility.. THAT just is
plain and humanly sad.. oh.. the
ignorance.. of separation from
GOD AKA Nature’s Truth of Light!..:)
Well.. i’m actually kinda tired tonight
but what the heck.. i’ll do a little
poetry in response to the
dVerse online poet’s pub
i suppose the
gets me in the
Yes.. i danced around
6 miles or so.. in several
stores.. while waiting for
the movie to start… and there
i am in my really serious clown
shirt.. doing a little ballet-like
exhibition at StarBucks in Target
while Katrina waits for her
super charged drink..
and i get something
like an all
to take around
to dance along with
my swinging iPhone6s
for arms of sort..
tales my wife..
oh my God do you
know your husband
is famous all around
town.. everyone knows
who he is and what he does..
and i’m thinking they only
know half of half of what
i do in the fleshy
there is a whole
other world of
‘Pan’ as me..
free to see..
town.. as sure there
is no need to offend
those who will
by.. as far.. far
out of the box
of where i live
like a metaphor
for just being
The devil only
lies in contrived
evil of human hearts
and spirits expressed
as illusory fears
stuff of human
AND YES.. i
Nature at hEr
and hIS TRUTH
do my besTesT
*Lonely Ghost of Human and or
Zombie walks the new
a myth yes..
but a reality
for those of
us who really
have been to
this place of
darkness as dead
walkers of life.. Ghost
Souls who feel nothing but Pain..
if they are even lucky enough to
FEEL PAIN.. AT ALL FOR NOW…
Ah.. dark night of the soul..
a NOrestinG place lasts
years in one
iN Real Living
Hell.. most dark
point to this
again.. for those
who go there
lesson of Halloween
perhaps.. is all of human
ego is act.. contrived or not..
TO establish mastery over
one’s ego.. is
is no survivor
*Ah.. vampire symbolism.. not unlike
Zombies.. or werewolves..
all archetypes for
who can only
taste the pain
of others. and have
no way to feel human
heARt of emoTioNs..
of hearT in mInd
and body balancing..
when fearless is real
pain of others..
so in this way
IN REAL LIFE NOW…
Charm of Dark..
Charm of Light..
both work with
prayer and voodoo
or both objects
i for one
my friend Glenn..
and i really love
the last movie
as it shows the
is when NOW
It is often
who bleeds most..
while others sit in
*Ah.. a crow and mouse..
might have a wonderful
tale to share..
as similar culture
reigns the different
out of us for now..:)
*Humans once surrounded by death..
it comes slow.. it comes quick..
and most always
from the reality
of death brings
of life.. as we
sanitize our lives
into something less
than challenge and
emotions of always
past.. now when
we feed our
our dreams.. a light
diet for me.. a dark
light for others..
dreams for me..:)
Smiles.. and yes.. witchcraft
works.. as effective as
the placebo effect.. light..
yes.. nocebo effect
in opposite return..
dark.. metaphors of
all reign the
same where humans
are real.. but the garlic
is as simple
light or against
the dark.. a play
of belief makes it
ALL REAL NOW..:)
Fear is the monster of heart
that finds a home..
Fear is the monster of Love
drives Love away..
Fear is the Monster of Now..
Never real.. in illusory ways..
but we make
it what it is..
So hard to
and a dash
anxiety rests in peace..
through feedback of
It works for thousands
of years in the eastern
philosophies of movement
art.. but here a quick fix
of pill.. never the
PEACE OF MIND..
there are only two innate
fears of human.. falling
and loud noises.. all the
rest are illusory and
learned but feeling
real.. what comes
Myths mirror culture realities now
still.. and interestingly still now.. now..
enough.. the rising fascination with
vampires in heart of art
mirrors science studies
almost perfect in
practice.. of declining
yes empirically declining
among college age
young adults.. around
30 percent in the last
several decades.. a cold
heart is the myth for
of all creativity
so in other
it to Beaver’
dies a cold
i guess.. i am a lucky little goblin and
still am.. as i never care much
are so much
fun.. and i’m
back to tricks again..
as a real trickster..
yes.. the white
’round for tricks..
BYOB Light tricks
Smiles.. i suppose give me the money
comes pre-packaged at
move stiff.. but at least
they move.. where read
eyed humans sit still
for hours on end
save the punch
of dark for later..
and that is
death in Still
Life.. Still.. Now..:)
All caught up for now..
at 12:33 am..
Back at 12:16 pm..
only two more poems
to respond to for
Oh.. cLocK of deATh..
clocK of tiMe..
Clock oF n0w
Pain of live..
Dark as Soul..
life a joy
life a challenge
WiLL.. the savior
of hearts gone cold..
And that’s all for now..
Nature calls outside..
in flesh and blood..
ways of moving..
for one more
and another from
another place not
related to Halloween
at all.. yes..
now for me
Ah.. the misChief
of humans do arise
on Halloween night..
do wiggle out..
of order where
tricks are in order
and prey is once again human
and humor set free in how
far can one go..
in a social
So Trick or Treat..
or Treat.. or Trick..:)
A sinG of Love
and all the
below so above..
and all around
and the heARt Art
of the dog is precious
and the poem is great
’cause i notice
OMG, 10,000 delicious words, Fred, dozens of pictures–& an insane whirling dervish dance scrolling & scrolling & oooooing & aaaahing & smiling & being pushed onward, ever onward by the inexorable spirit of Fred (as Katrina says /Half Joker/Half Pan/) reminding me always of Alexis Zorba, an imperfect soul who said, “Dance, did you say dance, Boss?” as he kicks sand, bends low & sways to the grand music of the spheres, to the Grateful Dead, to FredDY Mercury with the pounding harmonies of QUEEN, that blew my argyles off as soundtrack for HIGHLANDER, because you & I know for damn sure, THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE in our heart, deep in the gut/chest/soul, as I see you doing that martial arts ballet, kicking so high, whirling, swirling, & smiling, & hey, you mention Facebook for several of your cyber friends, & even though I am the King of FB, logging over 100 images per day, plus several of my own photos, my movie reviews & new poetry, I never have bumped into you there, so damn my eyes, please look me up, & let’s Friend each other, so there is even more of a forum for our exchange of creativity–& it is significant that you still haunt every rest room in FLA to attack or embrace those mirrors to capture the literal ton of selfies with your smart phone, probably smarter than either of us, or both of us. I notice that you usually walk behind Katrina, so the plethora of photos of her show off her shapely backside, which is fine since her figure is terrific, but mostly I enjoy seeing her face, smiling, that lights up three city blocks, & I noticed for the first time as she stood next to you, how petite, how short she is, or how tall you are, or both. I like your tribute to us as /two old souls online/ because for Christ’s sake that is EXACTLY what we are, somehow in this lifetime, we have reconnected, & the synchronicities run rampant, & the old Bardo memories tingle under our skin. I, several times a week, put a new Selfie on my FB page, so check it out, & dig it, dig it good. Loved the virtual tours through the Casinos at Biloxi. This time I took the 35 minutes to sift through the miasma of verbalization & poetics & metaphysical gems, & I liked these lines /midnight road/a walk alone/keep moving/make a score/ & /promoting Jesus to a soldier/ & perhaps you are, as someone wrote /THE WEIRDEST DUDE IN THE FUCKING WORLD/ but it is also true that your uniqueness is valuable as well as extraordinary, & I really enjoy your insight & introspection as you wrote /a Vanilla Human before/like an “F” in a paper bag/and I rarely find/a way out of/. Shit, brother-man, hanging with you is like a tour of Michael Jackson’s WONDERLAND as you moon walk, twirl, kick, sing those gospel tunes, take on the New Millennium Crusades with courage & love, & fry my cortex weekly–so keep pumping that iron, & moving, & loving, for some of us get it, Fred, really get it.
SMiLEs.. Glenn.. Life IS A multi-dimensional story that never ends.. in real reality of course.. and Pure White Love that has no shame.. regret or sin.. iS the drug that fuels human creativity to the highest of heaven N0W.. so aLL of thIS.. iS a result of that.. to Live in real Heaven of Love is to move.. connect and to create.. to live in Hell of Fear.. is still.. alone.. and stagnant.. in ways of hate… now just NoW..
Division will always separate from Love and cooperation..
Unity will always separate from fear and hate…
Where open consciousness of LOVE exists..
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE..
THERE ARE NO LIMITS..
MOUNTAINS AS METAPHORS
ARE AS LIGHT AS FEATHERS OF US..
WHERE CLOSED CONSCIOUSNESS
OF FEAR EXISTS
ALL THERE IS..
IS LIMITS OF
The RULES WILL ALWAYS
STATE THERE ARE
GOD WILL ALWAYS
SpEAK THErE IS NO FEAR..
THeRE IS LOVE THAT GROWS
A HUMAN HEArT.. OF EMOtIONs..
SPIrIT of HeART EXPRESInG AND
MiND AND BODY
THE KUNDALINI.. THE
GREAT SPIRIT.. THE CHI..
THE DHARMA.. THE KI..
THE DAO.. ALL THE
Hi Victoria.. thanks so much for commenting here.. on Google Plus.. and thanks for the kind compliment.. of pondering wonder.. and sure.. i’m sorry it is so hard to consume my blog posts and reach the end.. to the comments section.. but with a creative explosion like i continue to have and grow these last couple of years.. the alternative will be to make perhaps 50 to 100 blog posts a day to separate each poetic expression.. which of course will kill the creative process as anything mechanical cognition or rules takes one away from stream of consciousness writing..
But truly what i do is easier to decipher than what Whitman does in huge blocks of text that not many off the streets could reasonably get through in our new Twitter Age of bites of small text.. where attention span is actually scientifically measured for humans of a gold fish now.. on average..
So i live in a day and now.. that i am certainly the outlier now.. but the work is there.. still in thousands of poetic expressions of less than 140 characters than i can repackage in a digestible form.. for today’s Twitter World.. whenever i please to do that.. as yes.. i take that reality in full consideration.. too..
But for now.. is the output stage.. and perhaps it will be someone else long after i am dead.. who does the review and the digestible form for whomever might be interested in what i do here now.. anyway.. creativity moves.. connects and flows for me.. i just let it go.. and it is what it is..
And oh by the way.. as far as what i do now.. although i personally cannot open up what i do on old iPads and iPhones.. in mobile way.. the new iPhone 6s with a fast broadband LTE connection opens the posts up as smooth as butter.. just like my big 27″ iMac all in one work horse of technology accomplishes with speed and efficiency..
But still.. with some posts approaching 26 thousand words.. in a couple of days effort or so.. that is beyond.. way beyond.. our Twitter Age now.. but at least the technology is catching up.. where the humans may always be left in the dust of the past.. of focus and attention.. and big picture thinking.. rather than bits and pieces of this and that..
It is beyond my pay grade as
human to fix that
Anyway.. explaining all of this time
and time again.. without anyone
from dVerse really taking the time
except for you and a couple of others
to understand the now new creative
process i am trying to accomplish
here started impinging on the
creative process itself..
so my solution
sad.. in some
ways i have
to do it.. but
but to no longer
link in online
The folks who make
the rules are rarely
free my friend..
it is the nature
of the beast that is
human being.. rules
by very nature are
and by very
I cannot change
Human Nature but
as always i adapt..
and seriously all the
restrictions the administration
of dVerse made in the rules
that were obviously
at me to curb
to chase other folks
away.. from sharing
on dVerse.. in general..
now that i am gone..
it is nice to
or i may have to
go to another place
to get enough output
for the inspiration creativity
thrives off of my friend for now..
13 or so people participating
in a Halloween prompt so
far.. is kinda
but with freedom
Life grows as always
with human creativity..:)
Hi Soheir.. i enjoy ‘the video’
and it illustrates many of the modern issues
of mixing the secular world with ideas of religion..
All real Prophets of God speak
in terms of metaphor and parables
in poetic ways of expressing
the experience of GOD..
Of course God
is not a name or word alone..
God is a limitless experience
of free human beings
And of course as always there are humans who
make rules to control other humans in analytical ways
of materialistic and power gains for illusory status..
And of course as always there are humans who
fight for freedoms of experiencing life with God in
Artistic ways of human expression.. as ART.. of GOD…
Words are rarely enough to express the fuller experience
of human as one with God.. one can see tHiS wITh the Hawk
spiraling the Sun free at mid-day.. or the Lion walking tall on
the Savannah without fear.. but human words and culture..
makes everything so much more complicated.. that what it can be…
To be one with GoD needs no words.. no religion.. no culture to attain..
as i enjoy the other video that you provide that describes a
Desert Isle with GOD One and Human saMe..
If a virus comes and kills all humans beings
except for two on a Desert Island..
the prophet will once again..
be the one who attains the experience
of Heaven now with the experience of GOD..
and attempts to use some kind of symbols
to express that to tHeir friend.. yes..
as Heir of GOD FREE as gifted from birth..
i agree with the Muslim Religion
as it speaks that humans are ONE
with GOD from Birth and not fallen
sinners from birth.. It is mechanical
cognition ways of life that are the fall
from our Innate Instinctual
and Intuitive gifts of God’s
Nature humaNiFest as US..
The followers of Christian religions
have twisted the words differently..
and the followers of Yogi’s have
done the same.. and sure with the
uncovered gnostic Gospels of Yeshua..
also known as Jesus.. in 1959 in Egypt..
of which only 37 verses exist uncovered
before the Nicene Council of Constantine in 325 AD..
kills people if they follow those teachings of Yeshua then..
as those teachings free human beings into the experience
of the heaven of now.. WITH GOD..
with no promise of heaven
control human beings
easily like this who experience this Bliss of Heaven Now..
Illusory fears will not work on individuals immune
to fears with Bliss..
of Heaven now..
No.. not just words.. teachings.. in deep metaphors
to escape the psychopathic unfeeling.. no feeling GOD eyes
of POWER HUNGRY MATERIALISTIC leaders.. both in the
Roman Empire then.. and the Catholic Church as it stands then..
and of course that is part of human nature now.. as well as sad..
AND POWER ALWAYS INCLUDES ENSLAVING
OTHER HUMAN BEINGS THEN OR NOW..
and that slavery is not always easy to see..
when spoon-fed from birth as cultural rules…
AS long as human flesh and blood lives as evolving now..
there will be psychopathic leaning individuals who neither
feel love or read/speak the eyes of GOD in spiritual writings..
so yes.. in this way.. the metaphor and the parable..
protects the real words as symbols of GOD’s
teachings from the unfeeling GOD eyes of others..
It is up to those of us who remain with those
God Feeling eYes to discern the Truth and this Light
and spread it to the best of our ability.. and one can see
the young men in the video doing their best to express that..
but truly it is difficult ..as God is much smarter than US..
in terms of human words.. so much deeper than the
Analytical Language mind will ever speak or read my friend..
So yes.. my friend Soheir.. Peace.. BlesSinGs.. and Love to you..
and sure.. BlisSinGs as well.. as that is what humans are natural Heir to..
NOW JusT NOW.. who hEar GOD sPeak in tHeir liVes.. on desert Isle..
or desert lands.. on beach… on mountain.. in cave.. under tree..
or the furthest planet we can imagine from here..
Well.. this is no DeLorean.. but a Honda Civic EX Coupe.. will have to do.. for back to the future October 21st for me too.. and back in 1985.. 30 years ago.. let’s see what i am doing today.. yes.. i am getting off of work right now.. close to 11 pm Central time.. downing a 6 pack of beer.. as i am too shy to go in to dancing at Club 2001.. without a strong buzz.. and yes that was stupid.. and stupid is as stupid does back then.. but the allure of the ALL females there.. makes stupid is as stupid does more of course..;)
Okay fast forward to 2015.. 180LBS back then.. dancing with friends.. including now present Facebook friend Sherri.. and i am working at a Bowling Center then.. and all IS fun.. all the time.. simple job.. just serve folks and make them smile.. and that is all life is all about then.. and now.. there is still dancing once again.. as i am truly back to the future then now.. once again.. with dancing too.. and hmm.. i used to run miles and miles for fun then.. but no running now.. just dancing 4264 miles now in around 26 months.. since August of 2013.. and hmm.. i used to work out then..
in fact.. i travel all the way to Pensacola to workout with Nautilus machines..then.. and i think i am really cool ’cause i can lift four hundred and some odd pounds on Nautilus Leg Press machine stacked up to the top approaching five hundred pounds and i cannot imagine ever weighing 235LBS like i do now.. or lifting 930 LBS 25 times now on a free weight parallel leg press machine with arms raised in air.. like a feather on my feet..
Any way back then.. OMG 2015.. seems like i will be really old and decrepit now.. but oh surprise.. yes.. things did get really really bad with human illness for 66 months from age 47 to 53.. but now all is truly a breeze.. stronger.. faster.. except i don’t run.. i just dance.. and more comfortable in my skin than ever ever before.. so yes.. for those folks who at age 18 or 28 or 38 or 48 who wonder if life will ever get better.. YES IT CAN WITH HUMAN WILL.. AND THE POWER OF THE REAL HUMAN EMOTIONS OF FAITH.. HOPE.. BELIEF.. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LOVE AWAY FROM ALL ILLUSORY FEARS AND STUFF ASSOCIATED WITH HATE OF COURSE..:)
Back to the Future of Pan Sand Now..
How to mix Sand.. Pan.. a Dark Clown..
Halloween.. and Back to the Future now..
together again.. it might sound insane..
like a crazy clown..
but i’ll figure.. a way..;)
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