LOVE Train 9 3/4

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Oh.. hi.. paper sea..i come back
for seconds.. and before did not
see the F name here.. on first..
yes.. i too believe music
is the supreme healer..
and yes.. dance
too.. of
course..
and yes..
as far as S..
goes i must
count on
F for
me and
music and
dance of course..
we all must be
our own
super
men
and women
still developing
now.. as far as i see..
AND FEEL and hear..:)

So wife Katrina is watching
the view or something
of that Nature and
Lady Gaga’s
boyfriend
comes on..
and she says
oh my God..
why is she with
him.. she’s so weird
so i say.. dam i’m at
least as weird as Gaga..
so why do you marry me..
and she says you are not
nearly as weird then until
you show your
real crazy
colors now..
so i smile
and say
yes dear..
okay..
anyway..
it’s nice to meet
other people like
me online..
as they
come so
far and few
between
where
i live
in
FOOTLOOSE
TOWN.. WINKS..
and your poetry
always
interests
me in too many
ways to fill
up your
blog
hehe..
so i’ll
stop
write
here..;)

And oh crap.. i was
suppose to add that
comment about Katrina
and the fair ‘up there’..
but i’ll just stick
it here for now..
as it will
provide
some
words
for next
blog post
too.. haha!..:)

Isn’t that a beautiful photo of wife Katrina..
Shades of the girl who never ages.. and always
looks good just like this when she wakes up
or sleeps at night.. yes the real proof
God exists.. to me at least..:)

Oh.. and here’s
‘the 6th Pan
Frolic photo’
with THE WIFE..;)
AND more.. many more
fun Pensacola Interstate
Fair photos in the
‘last blog post’..

(:..note: reference
the dance photos
on my Facebook page
of various dance
partners who i
referred to as
frolic partners
1 through 5..;)

It’s a Bird.. It’s Plane..
it’s Fred Flying on the Ferris Wheel..
no actually i hate heights.. Katrina
is just showing her overall
Love for the Fair of Life..;)

And she also Loves being
the CENTER
OF ATTENTION..
(not really;)..:)

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Hi Soheir.. i enjoyed ‘this video’ very much and can
certainly say we are in complete agreement
on this.. smiles.. sadly in my school
history from youth the
contributions of
the ‘Islamic
Golden Age’
during what
is described
as the medieval
period is almost
completely ignored
as irrelevant to the
progress of modern
science of which it is
anything BUT.. as even
the scientific method itself
is originated in this Golden
age of Islam in Science.. and
Art associated contributions.. then..
fortunately for me.. now.. after coming
online several years ago.. and discussing
many science subjects with brainiacs then
in the way of standard IQ intelligence who
are also diagnosed on the higher functioning
part of the Autism Spectrum who communicate
on a site called the ‘Wrong Planet’.. this is brought
to my attention then.. when some folks are suggesting
erroneously that people from Muslim cultures are intellectually
inferior in DNA racist ways.. which of course is completely ridiculous..
no less than suggesting this for folks in Africa when our highly intelligent
President is only two generations removed from Kenya.. of course.. in one
of millions of examples to refute that ignorant theory as well… but anyway
the great thing about the Quran is the emphasis on the potential of human
being to create and gain knowledge whereas in the old fundamentalist views
of Christianity in the middle ages.. that put people to death who are scientists..
disagreeing that only God has creative power and we must be limited to
that black book and nothing else.. is the real ’cause of the so-called dark
ages.. not the spreading of the Muslim empire during those times..
in fact.. the contribution of the Islamic Golden age.. is very
much a part of why we even have science now..
as nicely described in a basic
Wiki article now when
one looks up
the
‘Islamic Golden Age’ on a Wiki Search..
and that is the best thing about the Internet
is when it is not censored there is no controlling
the free flow of information.. and truly this is a safe
guard for stuff like racist ignorance.. history ignorance..
and even stuff like fake Iraq wars and bringing us the
knowledge too.. that there are extremists in every
religion who are terrorist ranging from
the continent of India to the
middle east
to all
the Americas
and all continents
of the world as we are
all one tribe of Dark and
Light and yes.. the INFORMATION
AGE.. BRINGS THIS TRUTH AND LIGHT
AND DARK TO OUR FULLER WISDOM
AS HUMAN…
smiles..
thanks for sharing..
a good film for children
to see i think.. as of course us
adults have Wiki to skim through
quick.. and get many more detailed
references.. but still a great introduction
for further learning for adults as well.. smiles..:)
Peace Blessings.. Love and Bliss
my friend
as heirs
of GOD..
SOHEIR..:)

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Ugh.. two days of rain.. going on three ‘tomorrow’.. as remnant Low of Hurricane Patricia.. continues to flow.. and a little diversion today.. of going other ways.. looking into the past records of disability and ongoing issues that bring back other memories of much much darker days than now..

but never the less.. always a challenge life is.. dark and light.. abled and disabled.. adaptation to change as adversity.. is always a way to a new now.. and diversity..

Tools of mind and body balance in ballet and martial arts are ways to keep expressing emotions that cannot be ordinarily expressed in everyday living situations.. like those folks who still work.. and are in an area of being where repressing emotions is a must for basic subsistence and survival..

To get away to a place of sanctity and outlet for those emotions can also be found through poetry and journaling.. in general.. as arts of writing.. and then there is music.. always a great way to enhance emotional release with YouTube serving as the medicinal bottle of healing in online way..

And of course nature can be so soothing.. and cabin fever is starting to get to me.. as even getting out.. to other buildings are still cabins to me.. and cannot possibly take the place of Nature True.. to touch toes in sand.. to become wind and air.. to gaze above and below.. to be grounded just.. just as is.. now.. is a wonderful thing.. and yes..

the Sun is shining somewhere and will be shining here again..

as above so below in whomever feels darkness now..

Anyway.. the 26th of October is almost

a day without words from me..

But no.. not quite.. or quiet.. smiles..

as the 11:01 hour and minute comes

for now..pm..

write

now..:)

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Well.. for Tuesday.. i’ll guess
i’ll start at the end instead
of the beginning for
now.. on the
dVerse
prompt
for Love’s Letter
of poetry to others
and yes.. the great
thing about facing
death continuously
enough is side
walks of
narrow
ways
to
Love
can disappear
and one can freely
Love ALL without
inhibition..
some folks
call that a
mental
disorder..
and i call it
Unconditional
Love.. and i
for one..
will leave
no one
on this
planet
guessing if i LOVE
them or not.. my
only
bucket
list
is Love..
sMILEs..
oh and hi.. still
paper sea.. thanks
for the dose of
Love’s
Inspiration..
as i always
see it.. for
now
at
least..:)

*Parents and the
human connecting
of Unconditional
Love.. is the
real Love
of human
that
cannot
be defeated
and can be extended
as far as we can see..
a lesson learned
from parents
that never
need
die
alone..
allone..
potential..:)

*i suppose if there can be any saving grace
of dementia.. it is that Love’s of the
past can come alive
again..
as now
becomes
all there is..
as long as emotions
continue there is something
of life worth living.. and thank
goodness.. that is said
to be the last
faculty
that
disappears
with dementia..
and sadly too the
emotional part can
cease to exist at
any age..
or never
exist at all..
and perhaps
that is the
saddest
dementia
of all..
never
loving
at all..
as it really does happen
to some poorest of souls…

*Some people live for love and cooperation..
Some people live for hate and discontent..
Most always it is a vicious cycle
of someone neglecting or
abusing someone
else that
sparks
the dark cycle
again.. to Love
to really Love
is to
Love Unconditionally
without expectation
of return.. as none
of us walk
in the shoes
of others
that can
take them
through
sad ordeals
of hate and
discontent..
to be Loved
is fortunate
to Love carries
on the human
race as
successful..
for those who care..:)

At the end of all my
days of nows..
whether
or not i
am loved
then.. the
grace will
be that i
Love
Now..:)

Now.. Love IS
most powerful
force gifted to
human
being
AS IS..
a chalice
of Love
overflowing
without cup
is no need
or want
IS LOVeNOW..:)

So true in Love there
is no time but steps
to now..
to fall
in love
with now
is to rise
with Love
Always
now..
a generating
Force within
seeking to connect
with no needs or wants Now..:)

i’m of the
opinion that
Love as a feeling
cannot co-exist
with worry..
a word
yes..
perhaps..
feeling.. no..:)

Friends who have
no requirements for
money..
cliques..
political
or religious
orientation
or ethnicity
are friends
of Nature
True
who
are
one
with
us.. and
these friends
no matter how
far away
or gone..
live
on..
in eYes
of We..:)

Ah.. modern
‘science’ suggests
now there are five
Languages of Love..
gifts.. acts of service..
touch.. quality
time..
and
words of
affirmation..
with not all
folks speaking
the same language..
gifts are just not a
part of my
language
either..
giving
or receiving..
as far as
concrete
stuff goes..
but the other
four i speak..
and learn
to expect
ZERO IN
RETURN..
and that is the
6th language
of Love.. Agape
Altruistic
Unconditional
Human Love..
as the
human
world
turns.:)

Ah.. Summer Love..
this reminds me of
a song.. Captain
of Her Heart..
a song
from the
80’s..
and when
beach love true
is warm and not
just hook-ups of
modern casuality..:)

Well.. for me at
least.. the Love
of my wife
and i
will be
illustrated
forever or however
long servers last..
long after
we die..
and if one..
just one
person
smiles..
all of this will
be worth it.. and
if one person comes
to understand what
Unconditional Love
really
means
then it
will
be
a miracle..
i hope for miracles..
i have faith in miracles
i believe in the miracle of Love..
This Love is Real and True..
I WILL SHOUT IT FROM
THIS MOUNTAIN
WITH
NO
LIMITS
OR EXPECTATIONS..:)

Ah.. wife.. a blessing..
a God send..
a miracle..
a life
saver..
a real
Goddess
IS yes
IS
my
wife..
smiles..:)

Modern waters of Love..
opportunities for Love
like no other age..
a sliver of heaven
sadly..
that not
all take advantage
of.. and certainly
poetry.. a vehicle
and vessel
to house
Love
Longer
than
ever before..
where cousin
Love Lives on..:)

*Cat of Love..
Cat of fearless..
Cat of courage..
Cats teach me
all of this..
sacred cats
all are..
so cats
have me
and i
have
cats..
never will
i give up Loving
cats.. no matter how
many go away.. Love
of Cat
will
live
strong
in me..:)

And here is my offering..
if anyone comes to read it..
it’s not new.. so even if i
had offered it on dVerse
today.. someone would
probably delete
it as they
do in the
past
taling me
it is not
new enough
for here..
well.. here’s
the thing about
poetry for me..
it is not for
competition
it HAS
ZERO RULES
FOR ME..
IT IS ALL
ABOUT LOVE..
BEGINNING
AND END OF
STORY..
the skills
i derive from
doing this allow
me to share this Love
with the ones i Love..
and all the boos..
oh God this is too
dam long.. there
are too
many
photos
and all
that crap
make me giggle
when my mother
or wife smiles
when i read this
poetry to them..
so smiles.. all
my inspirations
online.. folks who
like me and folks
who do not like
all of what i do..
you inspire me the
same as Unconditional
Love.. it matters not
how you see me.. ALL
that matters is i see
Love.. my friends..
dark
and light..:)

So here’s a repeat that lasts as love
forevermore
now..
now
is all
that
COUNTS..
NOW..:)

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..

and now
there is
this…

Love..:)

continuing on
now with the
links from
dVerse..

To me.. yes.. love is
a living vegetable..
with roots
that must
be watered
and spoiled
same
as
fresh..:)

Brownest of leaves..
become black
and
life
again
for
garden
green..
and with
Love as
black
leaves
light
comes
bright
back
fresh and crisp
now fall wind..:)

And that ends with
17.. all that is
offered in
way of
Links
so far..
10272015
11:37 pm..:)
And back
at 10:53 am..
with what looks
like three more
links at dVerse
about
Love
letters..:)

All things Love are precious and
bright from the new born song
to the last
grasp
for breath..
to treasure it all
is to live.. to live
away from
Love is
to die in
life.. so
yes..
Love..
a flame
that never
shall burn
out
for
me..
asWeLL..:)

*Oh fears..
different…
oF
division..
all things
related to hate..
scorch is burnt..
Love WiLL save
the day
if lit
if burned
if bright
if Light..:)

Ah.. human pride..
an obstacle
against
forgiving..
agape of
Love
never
ends
friends..:)

Ah.. Love felt without
return.. is certainly
better than
none at all..
Love to
give
no matter
what.. seems
like the best Love
now to me.. smiles..:)

Adventure and wonderment
of childhood.. where meadows
never end.. and grass
runs so deep
between
our
toes..
a leave
are we then..
to find those sprigs
now still between toes
of free.. is feat of
Liberation Now..:)

Note.. there seems
to be an issue with
your link.. as it
seems
to direct
somewhere
else.. but not
hard to find for
those of us who
don’t easily give up..
and that is a gift of Love
in
IT
self..;)

And yes.. sadly
asterisks indicate
sites of poetry who
moderate my responses
of poetry in deleted way..
and that is
just a reminder
for me.. to make
sure i keep the comments
here and do not bother
them again
with
my Love..
of words
and Love..:)

Love exists..
it canNOT be
deleted
then
or
now
for me..
and with blogs
and tools against
censorships
LIKE THIS..
free
is
THE RULE..
AND LOVE
WHERE
LOVE
GROWS
FREE..
AS FLOWER
OF LOVE WILLS..:)

Anyway.. that’s all for
now.. and this post
is getting
long..
so time
to note
it.. post
it.. and
other responses
to future Love
Letters
from
dVerse
will be
included
in the
comments
section
of
LOVE
post/station..
“LOVE Train 9 3/4”..:)!

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Well.. my friend Himali.. so nice to see
your magical words here again..
and the nice thing is they
never go away
as servers
keep
them
here
as the magic
of Love.. yes Love
is the White Magic
of Life.. that leads
to unity of
social
cooperation
in a garden
of happ’Y’ness..
And Fear is black
magic used
to
divide
humans
against
each
other
as
‘these
Muggles’
do not deal
in the light saber of Love..
So yes.. when i come here
i see the strength of that
unifying white
magic
as a bright
white Light of Love..
after visiting so many
Kingdoms online so far
below platform 9 3/4..
it is nice to always
come here
on September
first at 11 am..
and be transported
back to white magic again..
and yes.. as a Wizard i often
visit Muggles as i continue to
attempt to bring white magic to
them.. i cannot exclude them
from the Kingdom
of Love
as
i too am once
a Muggle too..
born to a Wizard
one and Muggle
one as well..
and yeah..
not
so
well..
but anyway..
us half-breeds
are situated in a place
to help both members
of the biggest
Kingdom of
ALL ruled
by GOD
of Wizards
and Muggles same..
OBTW.. i Love you..
us Wizards
have
no
problem
saying that at ALL
as this Love is REAL..:)

Smiles.. hello to you again.. as well.. my friend Himali.. thanks for visiting with me today here at my blog.. and yes.. Katrina and i do have tons of fun at the Interstate fair.. and haha.. i couldn’t help but to think of you when we ride the ride named the Super Himalya.. winks.. i hope your days are always bright with Love my friend… with smiles and laughs of course.. and yes.. dance too!..:)

Ah.. that is so sweet of you my friend Himali..
in suggesting i am a gift of friend from God..
you are a best friend to me..
as well.. whenever
i see your
words
or face..
i see Love
of a best
friend.. too..
gifted by God..:)

And once again.. Hi Himali.. smiles
times laughter times
dance
equals
Light times Love..

SLD=LL

i am always
looking for
the formulas
within..
to decode
happiness
too and
make
IT
REAL
WHITE
MAGIC
ALWAYS
NOW MY FRIEND..!..:)! HAHA!
WITH
DANCE!SMILES!LAUGHTER!LIGHT!LOVE!

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i say..

“We should consider every day lost
on which we have not danced at least once.
And we should call every truth false which
was not accompanied by at least one laugh.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

This is great.. and kinda how i dance..
except i am much wilder than this..
the comments section was interesting..
as so many of the comments sound like
the ones in reference to me when i dance..
like i have to be on ecstasy to be doing this but the truth is..

no matter what word one uses to describe God or even if
they relate to a word as construct of God they can dance with
God and feel God free like this.. as this truly is being one
with God unadulterated by drugs and one can do it
solo but never really solo WITH GOD..

THIS dude Julian..
ain’t afraid to be free..
God is free and so is he..:)

Rafiah says:

May Lord keep this dude safe,
free and ever dancing

i say:

Ameen…

And truly the Internet and he and others like him is part of why there will
NOT be another Iraq.. the price of freedom and saving life is
freedom of information.. Censorship is always
the way to lies.. human misery..
and suffering..:)

Rafiah says she doesn’t
like going to the dentist.. so i say…

I used to feel the dentist is scary.. too.. before I experience
the pain of atypical trigeminal neuralgia from wake to sleep for 66 months..
Which for me was like having teeth drilled without Novocain..
Except the pain is in eye and ear.. Instead of teeth..
Now that.. That is gone.. Dentist.. Not so bad..:)

i checked the movie ‘Fearless’ out.. as it reminds
you of this.. And I will like to see that movie.. It IS like that..
Except I don’t drive fast and am afraid of one thing.. Heights..
Still.. I very much want to remain alive.. I test life..
But not death.. And you always surprise me
with your knowledge of the rest of the world..
That movie coming out 1 month and 1 day
after your birth..:)

A best way to live is
after facing death for a long time
and surviving ‘Against All Odds’..
another good movie with Jeff Bridges.. too..:)

I’m hoping it is available on Amazon Prime for free to see..
Yes.. Improperly..;).. as i already peruse the
plot on Wiki.. and I learn the healing
properties of crying well.. as the
movie brings you tears..
Almost every Sunday at church
for Thanks Giving from God..:)

My Hijab to submit to God everywhere I go is dance..
The only place that prohibits my Hijab is the fancy pants
metro mall halls and their mall cops.. But I still do it..
Just enough to get away with it as I play God’s rules
and not ignorant rules like that..
That should and will be bent for God..

And true for people who think your Hijab is just
to protect from male gaze are ignorant too..
As gifts that are wrapped and accentuated
like the beauty of a woman’s eyes are
more alluring and tempting than the
unwrapped package..
At least for the
male of the species..
And yes… That is literally
part of why Muslim people
are winning the real
game of covering
the earth with humans.:)

And fertility rates are dropping here..
There are always two ends and
beginnings to a story..:)

Well..

that’s all for this

Love Train

9 3/4

for now but yes!

as always

on

Thursday for Now..

more fun photos coming

in celebration of my 82nd

week of Rave Dancing with all

the cool

college

Age folks at Good

Old Seville Quarter..

sometime

around

3 am..

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16 Responses to LOVE Train 9 3/4

  1. Oh.. decisions.. decisions.. decisions..
    trying to determine what to wear to the
    82nd Rave Dance Week celebration at Old
    Seville Quarter on Thursday Night that will
    also be a dance celebration of Halloween for me too..
    last year i went as a mix of Superman with cape before midnight..
    and after midnight.. i changed into Batman with cape.. yes..
    photos still included in profile photos from last year on the
    Thursday Night before Halloween for that as well..
    well.. gazing up at the full moon hazy blue night..
    and considering some news from the doctor
    on my diagnostic report..
    adding some more information there..
    i think i will go as were wolf.. yes.. were
    wolf it will be.. could be Dr. Jekyll
    and Mr. Hyde.. but
    i think i’ll just stick with
    werewolf as werewolf only has issues once a month..
    hehe.. and coming next.. drum roll.. on the next Facebook
    profile photo status thingy.. yes.. drum roll next…;)

    A LEFT PALE blue eye.. cannot be an evil eye.. can it..
    hehe.. and no.. i mean yes.. the T-shirt says I’m not insane..
    my mother had me tested.. per the words of
    Sheldon Cooper and all his degrees too..;)

    High energy
    Overly good mood
    Fast talking
    Little need for sleep
    Feelings of power

    Yes.. i am happy.. happy people have high energy..
    Yes.. i am happy.. happy people are happy.. smiles..
    Yes.. i talk fast.. and no i’m not from New York.. both
    my sister AND I.. both talk fast.. we are born that way
    as simple AND COMPLEX as that…
    I normally now..
    experience very little stress..
    so need less sleep to get all
    the SH88 of life sorted out..
    last few days kinda stressful
    so plenty of sleep required
    and received..smile emoticon..
    Feelings of power..
    trust me.. if one can..
    press close to
    one thousand
    pounds with one’s legs..
    25 times slowly with
    arms raised in air..
    NOW ON A
    parallel leg
    press
    machine..
    one might
    float like a
    butterly too.. on land..
    but ok.. the part about
    changing from INTJ
    personality to ENFP
    personality sudenly
    in July of 2013.. additionally..
    moving from severely anxious
    to almost totally fearless
    in a matter of days..
    is strange juju..
    so yeah..
    something IS
    up with my brain
    and for now.. for the
    most part it is staying
    high.. but i’m in control..
    and feel at ease in
    side..
    i ain’t going
    into orbit..
    not now..
    and not as long
    as i do ballet
    and martial
    arts like
    dance
    everywhere i go..
    to keep my emotions
    and senses all regulated
    and integrated to stay ALL
    IN
    balance..
    and of course
    the creative
    art of writing
    allows me
    to express..
    whatever flows
    over my chalice
    of high energy
    after
    THAT..
    so yeah..
    i got the remedy
    for bliss in the
    imaginative
    creative arts..
    of moving
    connecting
    with that creativity
    that makes human
    life
    ONE OF BALANCE..
    SO YEAH.. BABY
    i am the cure
    for all
    my
    potential
    Demons with the
    ALL INNATE.. INSTINCTUAL
    AND INTUITIVE HELP MOTHER
    NATURE TRUE AS GIFTED IN
    HUMAN BEING.. AKA GOD NOW!..:)

    Seriously.. i wish i could have been there
    for Vincent Van Gogh.. and Robin
    Williams.. and so many people
    like me.. who never found
    the answers within
    for balance
    of a
    HIGHLY
    CREATIVE
    MIND..
    THE ANSWERS
    ARE IN THE BODY
    WITH BALANCE
    AS MIND AND
    BODY
    NOW!..
    And Kundalini
    Rising.. being born
    again.. and all those
    metaphors that happen
    to highly creative people
    is the same basic
    archetype of
    human being
    if ya wanna call
    us folks like this
    the so-called
    chosen ones..
    it ain’t
    an easy calling..
    but yes.. possible to
    survive.. thrive
    and live
    so dam
    alive
    with
    the CREATOR
    GOD AS ONE FORCE
    OF REAL LOVE.. MY FRIEND(S)..:)

    Ah.. yes.. with Halloween..
    black cat.. green eyed.. magic..
    is in the air.. always white..
    as fun.. for those
    with treats
    and sure..
    fun
    tricks
    too!..;)

    Trick or Treat.. only ‘your’ decision..
    with Relative Free will.. and Yes..
    Love’s WiLL always helps..;)

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde

    Interestingly too.. with a little
    more research about Dr. Jekyll
    and Mr. Hyde.. the fictional
    account as such..
    that story
    is the inspiration
    for superheroes world
    wide that finally come
    to life from comic
    books
    in the big screen
    now.. but truly
    it is a human
    archetype of
    the struggle
    of the hero..
    and for
    me it
    is AS
    REAL
    AS
    NOW..
    SMILES..:)

    http://tatsbox.com/hero/

    Unusual circumstances of birth; sometimes in danger or born into royalty

    Okay.. so my grandfather a noted author..
    accomplished Catholic Priest.. swimming
    in social circles with Einstein
    excommunicated from
    the Catholic church..
    banned from
    family
    and friends..
    and his grandson
    me.. in a small
    backwards
    town..
    the seed
    of his son..
    who moves
    away..

    Leaves family or land and lives with others

    Yeah.. i did it online.. and am still doing
    it online.. times change.. winks..;)

    An event, sometimes traumatic, leads to adventure or quest

    Yeah.. the suicide disease.. and 18 other
    disorders leads to ALL OF THIS..

    Hero has a special weapon only he can wield

    FOR ME ‘A PEN’..
    is and dancing
    feats..;)
    and witH
    of course..
    as 11
    one and
    one becomes
    unified as
    one force
    H.. and
    cryptic
    tool..
    huh.. too..:)

    Hero always has supernatural help

    God of course
    above science
    but all
    natural
    to me..
    but still
    supernatural
    to ignorant
    fools.. like
    some scientists…

    The Hero must prove himself many times while on adventure

    Still proving that to ignorant
    fools.. and not a personal
    judgement.. just a
    reality
    of the
    advantage
    of understanding
    what is GOD is
    and believing
    in God VS.
    not doing
    that..
    and i
    ain’t
    talking
    about a
    tribal God
    of a little patch
    of land.. i am speaking
    of THE INEFFABLE GOD
    OF ALL THAT IS..

    The Journey and the Unhealable Wound

    YEAH.. SUPPOSEDLY ATYPICAL TRIGEMINAL
    NEURALGIA IS AN UNHEALABLE DISEASE..
    BUT THINK AGAIN.. NO.. FEEL
    AGAIN.. GOD
    IS SUPER
    GOD..
    NOT JUST
    MEDICAL
    SCIENCE
    WHEN SOUGHT
    FOUND AND
    PRACTICED
    FROM
    WITHIN!
    GOD IS
    MIRACLES..
    REAL MIRACLES
    EXPRESSED AND
    HEALED AS SUCH!..

    Hero experiences atonement with the father

    I FORGIVE MY FATHER for his ignorance
    of not understanding
    how to be
    a Father..
    and undertand
    my similar
    ignorances
    in the past
    as passed
    down
    from
    that..
    so there is peace
    among us.. before
    he passes
    away in
    May of
    2014..

    When the hero dies, he is rewarded spiritually

    Well this is metaphorical for me..
    i die while living and come
    back stronger than
    ever alive
    in July
    of 2013..
    after being
    a real life
    Robot
    Zombie
    Grinch
    heart
    spirit
    and soul
    for 66 long
    hell months..
    yes.. there is some
    stuff in life much
    worse
    than
    just
    one
    death..
    AND REAL LIFE
    HELL IS JUST THAT..
    A GIFT OF DEATH
    IN LIFE
    TO
    REALLY
    RESURRECT
    FROM LIKE
    BUTTERFLY
    FROM
    COCOON..
    NEW REVISED
    VERSION OF
    ME.. PROOF
    2.0..
    FOR THOSE
    WHO KNOW
    ME BEFORE
    IN THE
    know..;)
    ‘you’
    know
    who
    you
    are.. winks
    now again..;)

    Ain’t life amazing..
    i am proof God exists
    and no.. not the first
    proof and not the last
    proof by far.. there
    are millions
    of folks
    just
    like me
    now walking
    the earth..
    and we can
    feel each
    other through
    synchronicity
    ways.. and hell
    yes.. of course if
    i tale this all to a
    psychiatrist they are
    gonna label me as manic..
    delusional.. and HA! perhaps
    even psychotic.. but here’s the
    thing ‘Horatio Psychiatrists’ and
    other scientists of black and
    white material reductionist
    thinking.. like a box of
    labels with no substance..
    in God’s world there are
    NO limits or expectations
    or books of religion
    or psychiatric
    science and
    other science
    books now
    that can
    limit those
    with eyes
    of GOD..
    and ‘WE’ will
    do anything
    and everything
    to continue to submit
    and serve God as soldiers
    of Relative Free Will and
    Love.. the Power GOD gifts
    to those who find
    God within
    them
    and do stuff
    that no one
    else has
    done
    before..
    without this
    higher power of
    GOD fuller employed..
    utilized as such
    and
    practiced
    more fully
    in everyday
    now
    life!..:)

    And here’s the really
    cool thing about YouTube
    and Google and all that
    online stuff.. i can
    pull up all of what
    i do with a link
    here or there
    and prove
    it in
    real time now..
    for the naysayers
    of life.. and i’ve
    done it.. and instead
    of a debate.. a real
    logical debate..
    i have
    just
    been
    deleted
    and banned..
    but let me tale
    you this.. i always
    leave something behind
    for folks to
    think deeper
    about..
    before
    i or ‘they’
    go.. now
    or then..
    yeah.. remember
    the weapon of
    the pen and
    wit
    my
    friend(s)..
    it ain’t nothing
    new.. but with the
    tool of online..
    bigger
    and better
    than
    EVER BEFORE
    LIKE A ‘6 MILLION
    DOLLAR MAN’
    PEN
    iS COMinG
    REAL
    NOW..;)

    Some folks speak or write one
    manifesto in their
    life..
    example..
    my friends
    Jesus.. Buddha..
    Muhammad.. Lao
    Tzu.. and
    many others..
    i write
    them all
    now..
    all days
    now..
    like
    i said..
    BIGGER
    THAN
    BEFORE..
    but no delusions..
    misspeaks.. or
    revisions..
    i can prove it
    ALL COLOR
    in black
    and
    white
    too..;)

    And ‘you’.. can you
    understand that
    no matter
    what
    i do
    i cannot
    lose.. in
    eyes of
    God..
    and truly
    it is the same
    for ‘you’ whether
    witting or not..
    in the
    REAL PLAY
    AND GAME
    OF GOD’S
    EYES
    AS GIFTED
    IN US
    AND
    EXPRESSED
    AS SUCH NOW..
    IN DARK OR
    LIGHT..
    IT IS
    ONE
    TEAM..
    AND YES
    ONE CALLING
    DARK OR LIGHT..:)

    i think there is
    a song for that
    too.. by ‘my friend’
    Lorde.. another
    one of ‘US’..
    as ‘Ripley’
    says..
    BELIEVE
    IT
    OR NOT..
    IT IS REAL..
    AND TRUE..;)
    TRUST
    ME
    OR NOT..;)

  2. http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/10/28/lighting-the-darkness/

    ^^^

    ‘Beautiful Haiku’.. Suzanne..
    and I agree with your deeper meaning
    and thanks for reminding me about the fact
    it is the third Supermoon this year..
    As above so below all things
    and meaning interconnected
    for those who see more of
    all that is..
    There is no rule in life
    that need be hidden in the eyes
    of all that is AKA God.. Smiles..:)

    http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/10/27/isis-2/

    I believe in magic.. smiles..
    And my wife is my own personal Isis..
    Whether she believes that or not.. I do..:)

  3. Last entry from dVerse about Love Letters.. from Sara McNulty.. and inspiring..
    per my poetic response to her poetry.. as illustrated now below..

    Well.. i can relate to this.. as at my lowest point in life.. at age 47
    my great Aunt Jettie.. twice my age.. at 94.. is my personal
    Yoda then.. 4 foot 9.. 80 lbs or so.. bent crippled
    body.. walker.. one step slow in front of the
    other in sock feet..
    but a spirit
    of emotional
    heart so tall
    expressed as
    spirit in a mind
    and body balanced
    so well in that fragile
    body as is.. THAT IT
    DWARFS what has
    become of me
    then
    as
    the
    tiny
    grinch
    Zombie
    dead Robot
    heart that is
    me then..
    A LESSON OF A LIFETIME FOR ME..
    THE SPIRIT NEVER GROWS
    OLD.. A WISE YODA.. AN
    IGNORANT MIDDLE
    AGE MAN
    IN WAYS
    OF
    REAL
    INNER
    IQ..
    BUT NO
    more..
    Aunt
    Yoda
    lives
    in me..
    BIG SMILES
    MY FRIEND..
    and thanks for
    your inspiring
    poetry
    again..:)

  4. https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/a-dreamy-interlude/comment-page-1/#comment-4006

    ^^^

    Hi Prajakta.. congratulations.. what wonderful news.. about your engagement and coming marriage.. and as a veteran of close to 26 years of that with the current most beautiful all natural woman in the world.. at least to me.. hehe.. at age 45.. is one of staying together with smiles.. laughter.. play and most importantly full disclosure with never secrets between the two..

    And truly it takes me about 23 years to get all that done and real for now.. but the sooner the better in practice for real.. is good for me.. at least.. and who knows.. maybe y’all too.. with smiles and winks.. and hehe! too..

    Hmm.. as a veteran of the United States for 55 years.. surprisingly the only places out of the state over 200 miles or so i have been is Helen Georgia for fall foliage.. passed now sadly for current trips.. New Orleans.. that for me was dirty.. and rather sad as there are so many poor and suffering folks there.. that i took notice of over the partying atmosphere..

    And in the actual city of Washington D.C. the other.. third place i go to.. it was about the same to me.. and i guess living in a smaller area.. has a lot to do with that too.. for me.. that may not apply to y’all at all..:)

    But seriously.. with the sugar white beaches.. emerald green gulf.. waving sea oats.. and breeze full of seagulls free.. along with the Rivers.. Forests.. and all my small town offers here.. with a little bigger metropolitan area.. with dancing and stuff like that.. a couple score miles away..

    i am spoiled..
    smiles.. simple
    and true.. and
    feel no need
    to go
    anywhere..
    as this land
    is about as
    good as it
    can get…
    and by chance
    if you do get to go to any beach
    here.. the beach of Destin Florida
    with small beach town too.. is about
    as lovely as it can get.. and this time
    of year.. still warm and sunny enough
    to get a tan.. if one needs or wants one..
    smiles..
    but the beauty
    of it ALL to me..
    is surpassed
    nowhere
    like
    the beaches
    of the Panhandle
    of Florida.. particularly
    in the middle of the Panhandle..
    spared by all the hurricanes of
    last decade.. like Destin Florida
    and the little ‘Seaside’ Village
    that is close to there
    that is the same
    place the movie
    the
    TRUMAN
    SHOW with Jim
    Carrey is filmed..
    a real
    paradise..
    as real…:)

    But anyway.. hope you enjoy
    it all.. best wishes and fortune
    in Love.. Laughter.. and Life..
    for the
    two of
    you with
    smiles..
    and hey!
    Dance! if y’all
    do that for play!..:)

  5. A little time left.. before the Rave Dance begins so
    off to poetically respond to dVerse Thursday open
    link night.. and i’ll start with CharlieZero1..
    and then head on back to the beginning
    to do this thing one by one link in
    order from start to finish..
    note.. asterisks indicate
    known sites
    that no
    longer
    welcome
    my input
    where poetic
    expressions are only
    recorded here.. but
    interestingly some of
    those inspirations added
    in with a little dark of exclusions
    brings me even more inspiration NOW
    for what i do.. in spirit of heart..
    a heart that will never give
    up expresSinG poeTry
    of
    SOUL
    NOW..;)

    Well.. Hello CharlieZero1.. nice to see you linking at
    dVerse again.. my poetry doesn’t really
    fit the parameters of dVerse anymore..
    but oh.. i love to continue that
    as a traveling blog.. haha..
    one now at a time.. hehe..
    and your poetry here today
    brings many associations
    to me.. as some
    of us
    go a little
    deeper
    than others
    in culture.. huh..
    and winks my friend..
    Magick.. Six.. and where
    this takes me for now..
    is Baphomet.. the
    cultural icon for all
    that is
    above so
    below inside
    outside and
    all around
    Nature
    as is
    for now
    my friend..
    and Halloween
    is my favorite time
    of year.. like all other
    nows too.. and i do not
    have a Baphomet costume
    for my Halloween Dance tonight..
    so a werewolf shirt will do as Pan
    for now
    my
    friend..
    if you visit me..
    bring a powerful
    computer and
    full broad
    band access
    or an iPhone 6s
    with LTE connect..
    as this part
    of Technology
    is catching up
    with my
    brain
    for now..
    winks again..
    i’m on a role..
    one might say..;)

    *Ah.. the chase..
    oh.. the embrace..
    claws as nails
    scratch
    deep
    into
    flesh..
    what remains
    is primal dance..:)

    A love affair with Nature
    is the first love of
    human..
    tools become
    Love humans
    drift
    away
    from what
    they once
    are as
    Nature True..
    to go back there
    is home.. poetry
    can be a step
    in that
    direction..
    as DNA
    is transformed
    into sign language..
    of Nature AKA GOD..:)

    Well.. surely in the materialistic
    world.. there is a past and
    present of illusion
    but where there
    is human heart
    the nows of
    other hearts
    that touch
    us will
    always
    live
    as
    eyes of us
    for now.. where
    those eyes before
    who connect to as
    in heArt expresSinG
    spiRit of emoTioN..
    in balanCinG
    miNd and BoDy..
    do live forever
    now in
    eYes
    of
    us
    and GOD
    now JUST NOW..:)

    Dark night.. moss tickles face cross road..
    Oh.. the smell.. of hell splayed flesh mode..
    Where pain.. ceases.. and all is paper know..
    no move.. no feeling.. existence dark glows
    deeper rings of Dante.. Inferno winds blow..

    Bottom of pit.. never ends.. falling crawling low..
    a second becomes an hour.. a thousand years oh..
    please let me go.. i cannot stay a thousand goes..
    on.. and on.. there is no end to darkness.. explodes..
    if only a prick.. a pin.. a stab.. a fire.. numb implodes..

    This is know.. no story.. it happens in 2008.. a bloke..
    sad man.. empty heart.. spirit extinguishes soul.. no..
    no time now.. now then is hell.. time never ends.. so..
    a moral to every story.. is where a human ends row..
    arise.. Ocean Flow.. Infinity never ends.. now is Hope..:)

    *Consciousness of poetry
    so small.. only now
    reflecting tiny part
    of human sung
    as rhyme meter
    as measure..
    oh.. below..
    ocean
    us..
    waiting..
    where
    poetry
    sings
    within
    and brings
    self back whole..
    ancestors do this
    easy.. work for we..
    as illusions..
    spoon
    feeding
    culture
    takes within
    away.. yes..
    waiting
    to come
    back
    again..:)

    FEAR dream
    real…
    real fear
    those
    never DREAMS..:)

    Touch.. all the nuances..
    such a beautiful
    sense.. but
    alas i
    cannot
    touch anything
    textures manmade
    but silk.. without
    cringing
    through
    skin..
    Nature
    bRinGs
    sense..
    Silk
    dreams
    for
    me as well..:)

    When Love is real it flies it sings..
    When flies it sings as Love is real..
    Real it sings when love it flies..
    flies alone flies
    together
    never
    alone..
    allWays
    ALLone..
    Real Love SinGs..:)
    Flies…

    9:42 pm..
    and it’s
    time to
    ready for
    dance.. back
    tomorrow to
    continue this..
    with more fun
    dance photos
    added in
    with this
    post.. sometime
    around the
    witching
    hour
    of
    3 am..
    after
    Rave
    Dance ends..;)

    Back at 11:50 am
    10292015..:)

    Ok.. i am on a dancing rampage spree last night..
    and now back to poetry writing rampage spree
    for now.. for now.. for now..
    Could a Raven
    Sing..
    ’tis the
    season
    again.. forNow..;)

    And i’ll start
    with Ayala and
    go back to
    where i left
    off on the
    sequential list
    starting with Carol Campbell..

    Dogs and cats are Kings and Queens
    of human Love that last from birth to death..
    When a cat or dog sees a human they see
    a caring being or a non-caring being and
    respond in kind or caution..
    Dogs and cats see no
    age.. no gender
    when Love
    is giving
    and sure
    in subsistence
    ways.. and that is
    how Loving children
    see their elders before
    culture teaches Love is
    only skin deep.. i choose
    to be pet instead of modern
    human.. no restrictions to
    the Love
    of Pets
    in
    human
    form..
    smiles..
    i am paying
    attention to the
    last line.. my friend..
    i see the other meaning..
    perhaps..:)

    Oh.. perfection.. the monster of human
    life that limits freedoms in all ways
    of life..
    A defense mechanism
    for fear of loss
    of some
    kind.. most
    often.. perhaps
    in my case.. a three
    year-old’s.. idol of father
    who leaves early
    to make
    more
    money..
    Anyway.. after five
    LonG decades.. i learn to
    treasure imperfection..
    a flake of vinyl siding
    paint falls off..
    i refuse to
    fix
    the cosmetic
    imperfection.. the same
    with scratches on car.. lovely
    scratches they are now.. as before
    i could worry over one small one
    an entire day..
    it’s in the brain..
    neurochemicals..
    S E R O T O N i N
    of trust in nature
    and comfort.. truly
    THE COMFORTER..
    of letting go..
    just flowing
    and somehow
    perfection comes
    back as practice
    and
    never goal..
    in Zen Art.. imperfectgion
    is practiced and honored
    as is..
    to grow a soul
    without limits
    or expectations now..
    smiles my friend.. and
    best wishes in growing
    free.. as Living Tree
    never worrying
    over
    fall
    leaves..
    Winter BliSs
    iS posSiBle..:)

    Personal note:

    Rave dancing enhances creativity… big time..
    this ain’t just art it is the science of art..
    THAT scientist in me will never die..
    as well as ART NOW and yes.. basic
    human lust.. understood.. now..
    and enjoyed in moderation..
    with Love for balance
    with emotional and
    sensual integrity..
    drives human
    creativity
    as science shows..
    to repress IT IS
    a sure way..
    to limit
    human
    creativity..
    and even Love..
    as Lust brings oxytocin..
    the social connection
    neurohormone..
    in normal human
    beings who
    are raised
    with
    the hand of
    Love instead of
    hating repressing
    emotion spanking
    ways of killing human Love..
    Fifty shades of grey..
    or human
    colors..
    raise a
    work of human art..
    or Zombie frigging apocalypse..
    as science shows empirical measures
    of empathy are reduced among college
    age students about 30 percent in
    the last several decades..
    chances are they
    ain’t the
    ones
    who
    are
    DANCING LIFE FREE..
    INSTEAD..
    STUCK in ways..
    of MECHANICAL
    REASONING COG
    NITION.. ONE NOW
    MUST REMEMBER
    WHAT HUMAN BEING
    EVEN IS WITHOUT
    REPRESSION AND
    OPPRESSION OF
    EMOTIONS AND
    SEN
    SUA
    LIT
    Y
    FREE AGAIN
    REBORN AS HUMAN NOW..:)

    Hi KB.. in reading through the comments i appreciate
    your input.. as there are many poets
    who either do not have the time
    to respond in comments
    or truly cannot do
    platitudes as
    ‘meaningless
    small talk’
    is not
    something
    they can do
    as it does not
    feel honest..
    and people
    do meaningless
    small talk as a way
    of connecting their
    way.. so i understand
    the value of that too..
    but never the less..
    diversity is the
    human mind..
    and with
    experience
    and inclusion
    of other opinions
    one can grow with
    cognitive empathy
    in understanding
    different views..
    however.. sometimes
    the ‘tween just cannot be
    bridged and one must move on..
    Your poetry is wonderful.. and i don’t
    mind saying that ’cause it’s true.. but
    if i only tell a very few that and do
    not comment on others..
    i could not
    rest easy
    at night
    ’cause i
    feel for THE person..
    as poetry is their soul..
    in my eyes at least..
    so it is very rare
    that i make
    any comment
    about poetry..
    i only write
    what inspires
    my soul..
    sometimes
    short.. sometimes
    long.. but w/greater inspiration
    the longer it goes.. smiles.. and
    ha! of course not everyone
    is interested or has
    time to read
    it.. and
    i understand
    that too.. my friend..
    we are fortunate.. those
    of we who are retired who
    have the
    time
    to do it..
    i am
    blessed
    in this
    way big time.. too
    and of course it is visible..
    and i once have great difficulty
    with sociability too.. but anything is
    possible to change.. even a person
    diagnosed
    with Asperger’s
    Syndrome..my friend..
    and yes.. what you
    describe in your
    poem.. i
    can relate
    to in every
    detail.. in
    that way of
    challenge in life..
    of the connection
    of emotions and
    language.. where
    poetry has been a
    medicine for me.. to
    finally butterfly in real FLESH life..
    in a social comfort zone of my own..
    still strange.. yes.. but definitely real for me..
    REAL IS ALWAYS WHAT COUNTS TO ME.
    keep linking! many of us DO NOT CARE IF
    YOU COMMENT
    as many others
    just are not
    into
    commenting..
    they are here
    FOR READING AND
    SHARING THE POETRY
    MY FRIEND.. DUH..
    not a party or
    get together..
    with all DUE
    respect
    to
    anyone
    concerned..
    SERIOUSLY.. OVER
    ALL THE INTERNET
    IS A S88KY PLACE
    FOR REAL SOCIAL
    CONNECTION STUFF..
    but great
    for PRETEND..
    AND YES…
    imagination
    and creativity
    can LIVE HERE
    FREE.. without
    the touchy
    feely
    stuff
    of
    HOME..;)

    Smiles.. Your Art is gift.. And fair.. To share..
    There was a time when poetry must be purchased..
    Now.. Privilege is free… Art wins.. People in general..
    No longer feel passion of Art.. So the act of sharing
    Art is gift of passion and Love.. And that is
    reasonably sufficient.. My friend.. Just..
    To Share.. I would love to share here..
    But I get few passes.. And that is
    okay too.. As work arounds DO survive..;)

    ‘aoa Love’..

    a
    H.. neurons of humans connecting together
    as stars.. mind.. a Universe below
    as so above..
    o
    H.. humans as stars connecting
    together on Earth.. each connection..
    a new Universe..
    a
    Star of Love..
    When stars come together
    the Earth is reborn again..
    as
    LOVE

    “Creativity is the magic
    of taking two totally
    different
    associations
    and making
    a new
    vibrant
    creation..
    -Quote by me
    and..
    kinda what God
    does with Star
    dust
    and
    US..;)

    There is energy
    of Lust in that
    video that is
    like atomic
    energy..
    at
    least
    for
    males..
    and honestly
    per human nature
    truly set free..
    for many
    females
    too
    who
    ARE
    HONEST
    ABOUT WHO
    THEY ARE
    DEEP WITHIN
    AS LOVING
    SENSUAL
    CREATURES
    NOT EASY TO MISS
    ANY MORE IN THE DANCE HALLS OF
    WOMEN LOVING
    EACH OTHER
    MORE
    THAN
    MEN..
    no surprise as
    emotions and sensuality
    must mix to GET THE JOB DONE
    OF
    HUMAN
    SUCCESS
    AS BEING..:)

    i for one GET THE
    F*KinG JOB ALL DoNE
    AND YES
    IT IS
    FUNKinG
    FUN.;)

    The TRUTH WILL
    SET YA FREE..
    – paraphrased-
    as reported words
    from the real dude
    named Yeshua.. aka
    Jesus..;)
    trust me
    there iS good
    reason why he
    HUNG around
    prostitues..
    Lust..
    likely
    in pArt..
    generated
    the sermon
    on
    THE
    MOUNT..
    SERIOUSLY
    GOD DOESN’T
    LIMIT GOD
    OR HUMAN
    BEINGS
    FROM
    BEING
    WHAT
    GOD
    MAKES
    HUMANS
    AS
    FREE
    IN
    BALANCE!
    that’s all Jesus
    iS saying really
    then
    and
    NOW..
    get
    it
    BALANCED BACK AGAIN..
    WITH CHILD’S EYES
    NOW..
    LOVING
    IT ALL
    AS
    REAL..
    it’s reAlly
    like resurrection
    NOW.. in heaven now!..:)

    AOA LOVE.
    period

    Okay.. the pill of rave dance for creativity is
    wearing off a little bit.. so here is a booster shot..
    and remember this is a science project.. a case-study..
    in how to improve human creativity..
    i measure it by minutes.. and quality
    of output in many ways..
    advantage goes
    in balance
    too.. to
    Scientist
    and Artist
    BALANCEasONe.. 

    Seriously.. isn’t it obvious by now..
    that God too.. is both
    scientist and artist..
    architect and
    ORACLE
    2..AS ONE..
    AND SERIOUSLY WHEN
    they say god is a mix
    of divine
    feminine
    and male..
    It is Art that is
    feminine
    and
    reason
    that is masculine
    butt the error is in
    suggesting that both
    of these qualities do not
    mix in balance in all human beings
    who are not repressed or oppressed
    in ways of human sensuality and emotionality..
    As above so below.. inside.. outside.. all around..
    The answers are clear within.. sought.. found.. AND practiced NOW..:)

    And seriousLY.. i don’t mean to sound grandiose.. but truly.. all things considered.. the human potential.. fullER explored.. is A grand way
    of living life in Heaven now.. for those who JUST
    do seek it.. find it.. and live iT NOW..
    so yeah.. ‘If one of US’
    means you
    and
    me and WE..
    reference
    next
    song..;)

    Isn’t Asperger’s.. ADHD.. Bipolar..
    or what ever the F i am..
    grand..
    truly all
    that matters
    in the end
    and the beginning
    of now is how i
    experience it
    all.. and yes..
    that is
    grand
    now..:)

    2:02 pm.. a dance
    with Nature
    in sand
    is at
    hand..
    back
    later
    at ya..;)

    A couple of detours
    and back at
    4:37
    pm..:)

    Been there done it..
    i can relate to
    the emptiness
    that is pain
    greater than
    any emotional
    or physical pain
    as real.. and yes..
    out of black hole
    can come another
    Universe that attracts
    much force.. providing
    it reneWinG.. not everyone
    gets to go to hell and heaven
    in the
    same life..
    i suppose
    it is a privilege
    after a curse at least
    of
    REAL..:)

    There are different kinds of broken..
    and different ways of never
    being put together..
    particularly
    in social
    abuse..
    either young
    and with parents
    or older with
    peers and
    significant
    others..
    but there
    is hope..
    when there
    is no hope..
    as long
    as heart
    beats..
    feling
    or not..
    from my experience
    in life worse than
    death..
    i have
    to say
    miracles
    ARE
    POSSIBLE
    no matter
    what
    ‘they’
    say..
    but no.. when one is dead inside
    there are no platitudes of saving..
    wait
    is in
    healing..
    just wait..
    but it never
    ends when
    one is
    theRe
    DEAD
    now..:)

    Human.. a being
    to connect.. Nature
    a beauty.. but no
    humans without
    connections..
    human with
    humans.. no ability
    to connect.. lonely now
    nature with or without
    the moon’s light
    howling
    never
    reaching
    them
    oh..
    darkness
    no light..
    wolf
    song
    solo
    long…:)

    A little time left to write..
    before the Xxtreme martial arts
    and strength training begins at my
    favorite Military Gym.. NAS Whiting Field..
    where close to a million dollars of equipment
    is waiting.. that i selfishly purchased just for me..
    before i retire.. with government money..
    well not really.. tens of thousands of
    folks have used it since 2007.. and it
    is dam sure government money well spent..
    for warriors who don’t sit on cell phones..
    while training warrior hearts.. as strong as
    heart can be as a soldier for freedom..
    that must be fought.. when REAL FREEDOM IS AT STAKE..:)

    Truly all cats
    are ‘Rumi’
    spiritual
    guides for me..
    and the lesson they teach
    me best.. when they do leave..
    twenty years for our last Arthur
    Cat who is my first noble avatar
    on Facebook.. before i literally
    NOW become.. YES..
    human again.. yes..
    the greatest lesson
    they teach me is
    to continue
    Loving Living
    all of Life..
    UnconditionAlly
    PASSiONATELY
    AND TOUGH NOW..
    as life is precious
    and there
    is no
    reason
    to waste
    any of it..
    DOING what it
    takes to survive..
    and thrive alive..
    i am a cat now..
    warm
    and true..
    smiles..
    lovely
    inspiring
    ‘Rumi’ words..
    my friend.. Bohirose..:)

    With affairs of the heart and body..
    as mind.. the body knows
    and the
    heart
    feels
    different..
    but the body
    is the heart too..
    so the confusion
    is deep
    below
    and above..
    where balance
    becomes strong
    and
    travels
    knoWinG
    FeeLinG
    a temperature
    in the middle
    of
    being NOW
    Free WinGs
    Air
    Now pleaseS..:)

    To name Love
    is to honor
    the reality
    of it NOW..
    to reinforce
    what truths
    within..
    so what
    is written
    will become
    done as well..:)

    Oh.. the adversity..
    oh the challenge
    of the first
    cold.. the
    frost the
    freezing..
    and truly
    most of what
    WE see around us
    in terms of tools
    is a result of
    that challenge
    of ice.. adaptation
    and change..
    skyscrapers
    fly on
    4 inch
    screens
    of iCE..
    and FiRE..:)

    CoiLed Rose
    NautiluS
    GoLden
    spiraLinG
    soUl..
    creaTion’s
    now patTern..
    colors flouRish
    iN diverSiTy reaL..
    wheRe onlY hUman
    dead roses attempt
    to stay the sAMe.. leSson
    In coLors oFpatTerns..
    GRoWinG NautiLus
    sheLL.. creatiOn
    iSbeaUty
    and
    worth
    leaving
    behind
    treaSure
    ever more NOW..:)

    Life.. Passion Fool
    underdog cartoon
    character.. over
    eat flows.. river
    needs.. Strong
    Nature.. Force
    alive.. liVinG
    inside.. now
    worldculture
    Tool.. NOW
    fire inside
    plays life..
    no
    day
    rest..
    mouse
    toys
    cat
    plays
    beat goes on..:)

    Ah.. yes..
    nouns fill
    INgaps..
    Verbs
    Live
    iS
    NOW..:)

    *FloWer now
    bees.. color
    Sun..glows
    Azure sky
    sings..
    birds..
    treasure
    Nature
    bRinGs…
    uSslow..
    come
    back
    home..:)

    TGIF..
    where
    lovers hold..
    recreating
    work
    week
    dark.. oh Light
    of weekend.. you
    give me pleasure..
    but wife she bRinGs
    ALL
    warm
    and TRUE.:)

    She fills my
    tree of Life
    as i insert
    Katrina
    in
    the
    empty
    spaces
    of my heArt’s Tree..:)

    Thanks now for the
    inspiring words..OBTW..:)

    i suppose the
    most endeaRinG
    pArt of poetry
    is it is
    a soul
    that cannot
    be ravaged
    by the
    winds
    of
    age..
    so now
    that paRt
    of her now
    lives again
    in your eyes
    of poetry that
    remember the
    greaTEST lights
    of
    her..:)

    Well.. the truth is.. for my father
    in Law Enforcement for
    46 years.
    some things
    one just cannot
    overlook.. like
    family
    and
    a need
    to survive..
    It’s a prison
    in some places
    where children fail
    Love.. and that has no
    color or hoodies.. it is
    just
    a lack
    of Love..
    and a vicious
    cycle with
    no real
    b
    Eginning
    or end for now..:)

    I think poetry
    is a great
    way to
    release
    the jazz
    in minds..
    Lord knows
    if word count
    is any indication
    my music is now
    one big head or
    13.6 online
    bibles.. hehe..
    therapy of
    words
    grow
    flow
    Live for Now..:)

    7:07 pm

    for now at least..;)

    Back at 9:29 am
    10312015

    The best thing about coming to terms
    with one’s weaknesses and strengths
    and really really accepting themSELF
    and not hiding
    themSELF
    is
    a
    REAL PERSON COMES
    TO LIVE.. and for a ‘REAL
    PERSON’.. there is no jealousy..
    only happiness for the joy of
    others.. and accomplishments
    as well.. and there iS a further
    step of the potentiality of
    one Tribe.. where
    all accomplishments
    are seen as one
    ACCOMPLISHMENT
    AND that is where
    the genius
    of
    the boy
    who creates
    FB does shine..
    There are drones..
    There are Queens..
    and there is US
    that can
    be
    WE..
    smiles..
    but i am a
    Queen that
    makes
    it
    easy
    and i
    am DRonE2
    THAT makes me we..;)

    Oh.. SATURDAY morning..
    and the 32nd entry on dVerse for poetic responses..
    and this makes the 12th for Facebook.. hehe.. and FB
    is an acronym for Facebook.. as of course one
    must refer to the original poetry
    for full context of my responses here..
    but it’s kinda cool to me..
    without the full context..
    as REAL poetry is always
    created as a multiverse of
    potential meanings.. otherwise
    it will be concrete and just science.. and does
    anybody on Facebook give a flying F.. about poetry..
    sure.. it’s a big.. big.. world out there.. and one
    big enough now with Facebook FOR ALL FOLKS TO CONNECT
    to at least one person in this world.. no matter how
    strange or FABULOUS THEY ARE..wink emoticon.. for now…:)

    Out of reply options.. down theRe..
    but thanks for the visit.. other Mary..
    to A ‘Kat of All Trades’..
    as a poet i fit nowhere
    on line or offline
    and i take
    great
    pleasure
    in the treasure
    of being different my friend..
    and as i remember your last
    name is Bach.. and that always
    reminds me of one of my favorite
    poet novelists.. Richard Bach..
    and truly
    he forecast
    my life
    in that
    Jonathan
    Livingston
    Seagull
    my friend..
    as a seed to grow me..
    there is always a place
    to soar higher as long
    as
    free exists..
    and at least
    one bird is willing to
    KEEP on FLYING DIFFERENT..
    as i continue to do that in poetry
    dance and song.. like my hero Apollo
    SeA
    GuLL..
    oh and there is that other Bach too..
    i also compose classical
    piano music..
    but carpal
    tunnel syndrome
    cuts that short..
    so i now
    continue
    to play
    with
    words.. steps.. feat of feet.. art come me..
    and keYboard sAMe sOng.. long.. for now..
    no limits.. expectations.. for Human Nautilus..
    now anyone can do it.. if they JUST believe..
    never give up DOING iT.. NOW.. just NOW..
    Oh.. and Happy Halloween.. endless colors
    endless costumes..
    endless humans
    play
    now..:)

    Smiles.. poetic responses to more responses..
    and here is LUCKY 13.. as the number
    i select for all these 40 or so
    poetic comments
    to share
    on Facebook..
    if i exercise
    my full potential
    on Facebook the
    algorithm will
    determine i cannot
    be humans as.. has
    been the case with
    both Facebook and
    Google before.. so
    i water me down
    there to
    stay
    afloat
    and connecting
    alive.. hehe..
    on this HALLOWEEN DAY..;)

    It ain’t easy being THIS
    DIFFERENT BUT GOD
    IT IS SO
    DAM FUN..;)

    11:13 am..

  6. https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/magic-and-madness/

    ^^^

    i
    must
    say..
    living
    as
    robot
    and artist..
    madness
    is Magic
    and Magic
    is Art.. now..
    and woman
    is more art
    than we men..
    but.. with great
    effort men can be
    art too.. or perhaps
    if iT is just not repressed..
    but anyway.. the first time i
    see my future wife.. over 26 years
    ago.. i see magic.. sitting there.. and
    yes.. even then as robot.. she sees me
    as madness at first.. but then.. there is
    Love and Miracles.. to come true.. now
    Magic lives with me
    and in
    me
    too.. and yes
    madness as
    Art too as well..
    smiles.. my dark
    haired dark eyed
    friend Zee.. probably
    a good guess.. huh..
    and i am sure you
    will be magic
    to someone
    soon..
    with the madness
    that makes ART real
    as well as Human Love..
    and happy 20th birthday..
    obviously you have an
    old
    and wise
    soul.. most
    certainly for
    that age.. Zee..
    and if that is
    your real
    name
    up there
    on the ‘to card’..
    that is a delightfully
    magical name to
    go with the
    song
    you
    have
    here too..
    namely ‘Magic’..:)

  7. From Friend Rafiah’s Facebook Page..

    Well.. Rafiah.. i cannot cheat on music.. and there is plenty of time to listen to YouTube too.. so no going to Wiki for that.. as i have the real thing.. and Chris Issack.. is a great emotional singer.. his songs are more like those of old.. and here is a good one.. about a crying heart.. and that reminds me of your last blog post too.. smiles again.. in general.. but not specificAlly to
    song.. full theme..
    of song.. linked below..

    Human empathy is a lovely attribute.. a quality
    that Rafiah excels in emotionally and us
    humans do really
    appreciate
    as the innate
    kind of Love that
    ‘normal’ humans
    share to get by
    to survive..
    and
    yes..
    to thrive alive!..:)

    Yes.. stay pumped my friend.. music is the force..
    along with human voice.. yes.. and dance..
    that pumps us up..
    and allows
    us to
    continue to
    grow as spiRit
    expresSinG heArt
    for now as Human
    FULLER SOUL..:)

  8. I like the way you wrote about your beautiful ageless wife.

    Your mention of the hurricane reminded me of my weekend. I was traveling back to Norway from New Orleans, via Dallas. The rain delayed my first flight, so I missed my connection in Dallas, and ended up with 20 plus extra hours commuting back home. I could complain, but I do not have bad memories. Just new experiences.

    • Smiles.. Adrianna.. thanks so much for dropping by and your positive
      attitude sings a happy song.. yes.. new experiences.. is a great
      way of looking at the unexpected delays in life and other
      bumps in the road..
      i meditate
      when stuck in
      traffic…
      in fact
      i don’t
      really
      meditate..
      i just breathe
      and enjoy
      the
      air
      as air
      is free..:)

  9. That was such a sweet conversation between you and your wife- also the way you beautifully described her. As it’s said- the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The way we look at things depends on our perspective. If we are positive-we interpret things positively too and vice versa 🙂

    • Hi.. my friend Lifeconfusions.. when it comes to my wife and i..
      truly it’s the beauty and the beast from outward appearances..
      but when it comes to temperament
      she is the drill
      sergeant
      and i
      am the
      frigging grunt..
      life is funny.. conFuSinG
      yes.. but as long as we can
      find a laugh in all stuff
      WE WILL BE OK..
      WITH
      A SMILE..
      my friend Zee..
      thanks for stopping
      by and Halloween post
      coming later to celebrate
      IT
      ALL
      WITH A GROWL
      AND A SMILE..;)

  10. Again from friend Rafiah’s
    Facebook page..

    ‘Nobody loves no one’
    Someone Loves everyone..
    oh i love that song.. WICKED
    GAME.. and yes.. now still.. truly
    it explains the shades of grey
    and colors of the
    human condition..
    God is mysterious
    and so are we
    humans..
    the play
    of life
    is strange
    but best of all
    unpredictable
    AND REAL..:)

    OBTW.. i just finished watching the entire Youtube video..
    i never see it before.. and no.. not appropriate to link here..
    for sure.. one of those proxy thingies.. you speak of..
    per Pakistan.. of course..:)

  11. From friend Ashe’s Facebook
    page.. another super nerd
    like me..;)

    Come dance with me..
    i’ll make you forget everything..
    without even a sip of wine.. but
    if that sounds scary.. i guess it
    ain’t good vibes.. but hey.. ’tis
    the season.. for all of this..;)

  12. Oh my God.. and an in-law
    finally makes her way into my
    blog.. from niece
    Candy’s Facebook
    page.. from
    Katrina’s
    family
    of course..

    I see flying birds in your pupils..
    but i am a student of art..
    And to me the hint of
    disclothsure tales
    you accept yourself
    and that is the
    real beauty
    of selfies..:)

    OH.. and in case it is not crystal clear..
    you look very pretty in that photo..
    sometimes my compliments are not clear..
    Katrina can tale ya all about it..
    huh..;)

    Okay.. enough writing.. time to dance
    IN the sand BAREfoot.
    before family inlaw
    event comes at
    2 pm..
    back at ya..
    whomever ya
    are.. later..;)

  13. Kite of Love
    flies high..
    goes
    low..
    comes home..
    strays there
    stays here..
    Real love
    ties..
    never
    ends
    heArt
    stRinGs
    True
    Sail Love Kite..:)

    Well.. i am about to step
    outside.. the sun
    is now shining..
    but come
    back in just
    now to
    see the
    33rd poetry
    link at dVerse..
    and this for me..
    is perhaps my
    favorite
    response..
    as i never know
    what word of
    expression
    will flow
    out of
    my
    fingers
    next..
    Spontaneous
    Stream of Consciousness
    writing is what i do..
    no different
    truly than
    what some
    call the woo
    of automatic
    writing.. with
    ghost inside
    the machine..
    some folks call
    it a holy spirit..
    some STUFF iS
    inherent and comes again..
    My grandmother does it with
    a pen.. in her bed.. eyes
    closed.. almost blind..
    crippled up then
    in her 80’s..
    starting
    in her
    70’s..
    on yeah.. and
    she starts painting
    then.. no less than
    ‘Grandma Moses’..
    i do it at 55..
    starting
    at 53..
    with a keyboard
    that flows
    through
    fingers..
    i haven’t started
    painting yet.. but
    as my grandmother
    shows.. ART NEVER
    AGES.. NOR DOES
    SPIRIT
    WHEN
    STILL GROWING
    AS EMOTION
    OF
    heArt..
    in mind and
    body balanced
    S O U L now..:)

  14. ^^^

    For Halloween ME VS.. (:drum roll;)
    per next Facebook profile photo status thingy….

    ^^^

    ME.. okay.. i know i don’t exist.. but if i did..
    which one will you vote for.. the last one
    or this one.. and yes.. if i existed..
    chances are.. someone will vote..;)

    Okay.. i’ll vote.. since i am
    predicting no one else will..
    i think Superme is cooler..
    just ’cause..
    i like
    the color Blue..;)

    Anyway.. much more on this..
    in the next blog post..
    coming before the
    witching hour… of
    Holy Eve..
    before
    All Saint’s Day..
    named.. ‘Halloween
    Dance Calls’. for now..:)

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