Halloween Dance Calls


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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 this next blog post..
coming now before
witching hour of
Holy Eve..
before
All Saint’s Day..
named.. ‘Halloween
Dance Calls’.. for now..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/10/love-train-9-34-free-verse-nude-poetry.html

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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…;)

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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..;)

‘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..:)

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

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..:)

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!..:)

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..

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’..:)

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..:)

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..:)

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..;)

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..:)

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..;)

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..;)

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..:)

Well.. now past the last minute
of Holy Eve..
12:04  now..
on All Saint’s Day..
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but i

like one’s anyway..

what can i say..

hehe..

And yes.. i guess while i like the color blue

The modern Batman does go into darkness like me

for about five years or so off the big screen too..

and he didn’t wanna be famous.. Legend is

enough for he..

oh..

and then there’s Hellboy..

maturing late at age 53.. according

to that comic.. perhaps that will

be more appropriate

for

Hallow Eve..

but as we all know..

those of us

who

watch

Hellboy..

we know he is a saint..

regardless

of

where or how

he is born..

smiles..

One GOD

IS

ALL

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9 Responses to Halloween Dance Calls

  1. https://identity17.wordpress.com/2015/11/01/that-awaited-eternal-moment/comment-page-1/#comment-676

    ^^^

    Sparks of God felt.. from Birth to Death..
    God Lives in us free.. just waiting
    for us to sense and feel
    God’s voice… Spoken
    words will never
    measure fully
    treasure
    breath
    of God
    Life
    in Us
    iS what
    drives eYes
    of God in we as
    Free.. my friend.. Revels1..
    And when God lives inUs always
    now.. those eYes i must seek out
    other humans to share that Love..:)

  2. A beautiful day in Northwest Florida..
    Crystal Blue skies..
    colors of leaves
    that only meet
    around 60 degree
    temperatures
    so far.. by
    November 2nd..
    shades of brown
    with brighter colors
    still.. a true
    reservoir
    inspiring
    heights
    of human
    creativity
    for those
    who can
    and do
    see
    GOD AS NATURE..
    TRUE.. INSIDE OUTSIDE
    ABOVE SO BELOW
    ALL AROUND
    US NOW
    FOREVERNOW
    MORENOWJUSTNOW..
    And the creative mind
    is much different
    than the
    analytical
    mind as the
    analytical
    mind seeks
    order and
    same.. and the
    creative mind seeks
    new.. new.. and more new..
    and sure.. order is necessary
    for large groups of human beings
    to live peacefully.. as they truly are
    as science shows only evolved
    still.. to comfortably and
    successfully connect
    to 150 to 200 sets
    of eyes.. which
    means 5000 Facebook
    Friends is a number
    and never
    really close
    to friends in the
    sense of full flesh and
    blood connecting as our
    ancestors fully do.. and yes..
    naked too.. before temperatures
    and other environmental conditions
    for living more comfortably and successfully
    become the requirement.. yes.. put a hundred
    thousand naked humans in a room.. without rules
    and sure.. ya got problems.. it is simple mathematics
    times human evolution same as now.. as then.. with
    just a group of 200 humans dancing and hugging
    each other around a moonlit campfire
    as the social unit is one
    LOVING BEING
    NO LESS THAN
    A GROUP OF STILL
    EVOLVING LOVING
    CLOSEST COUSIN
    BONOBOS
    DO
    THE SAME..
    BUTT anyway back to the NEW.. NEW.. NEWS..
    and human creativity.. anything analytical
    closes down the social component of human
    creativity of connection to other humans..
    and the rest of nature…
    There is a NOW when
    cave paintings
    and arrow heads
    have similar significance
    to path a balance IN JOURNEY
    of Life..
    but now
    the arrow heads
    are big highways..
    textbooks of science
    and all that stuff that keeps
    order of numbers of humans
    gone insane living together
    in a faux sane tech way..
    that does lead to
    much human
    misery and suffering
    as humans need to touch..
    see.. feel.. taste.. hear..
    smell.. ‘proprioceptate’
    and most importantly share
    what they create in life.. including
    the product in action and end result
    with other human beings..
    and there is no
    substitute
    for other
    flesh and blood
    human beings now..
    particularly when
    it comes to the broad
    category of feeling that is
    a Universe of emotions both
    feeLinG and expresSinG.. which is
    seriously a Zombie Apocalypse
    illness as humans continue to
    connect with sign language
    as they would
    with a real
    functional
    disability in effect
    and AFFECT CREATING
    A FUNCTIONAL DISABILITY
    AS USE IT OR LOSE IT APPLIES
    IN ALL OF HUMAN POTENTIAL THEN
    AND NOW.. AS HUMAN BECOMES MORE
    MACHINE
    THAN
    HUMAN
    BEING AS TRULY
    STILL EVOLVING NOW..
    ANYWAY.. part of the reason
    that some of the greatest creative
    artists are recluse and or outcast
    from the rest of society.. for whatever
    reason.. cultural or personal issues..
    is that they escape the
    requirements
    of mechanical
    analytical
    problem
    solving
    reality of
    the machine
    of modern society..
    and Vincent Van Gogh and
    so many others are examples
    of this reality of the equation
    of human creativity still
    now.. that will
    NOT CHANGE
    AS LONG AS CULTURE
    DOES NOT VALUE ART
    AS MUCH
    AS ARROWHEADS
    THEN OR NOW..
    And truly not all folks
    are cut out to do pure creativity
    in the sense that they do not still
    follow paper doll cut-outs from
    the past in forms of creativity..
    ranging from paint by numbers..
    rules that other folks
    make for poetry
    forms.. dance..
    song..
    and so much
    more.. there are
    few truly new pure
    now contributors
    like Jimi Hendrix..
    Jim Morrison..
    Syd Barret
    from Pink
    Floyd..
    a Jack Kerouac
    a Walt Whitman..
    hehe or crazy dancer
    that dances now over
    4320 miles every
    where they go
    in public
    26 months
    in a
    martial arts
    ballet like
    style
    that no one
    can identify as form..
    specifically.. as me
    and God
    makes it
    up as OUR feat
    of feet goes..
    and seriously i don’t have
    to go on dancing with the stars to
    share.. as the Paparazzi
    are the entire audience
    everywhere i go with
    smart phone cameras
    sharing me with
    the world..
    and my message is clear..
    CREATE.. FLOW wITh GOD..
    do something new
    and most important
    say FUCK FEAR..
    YES.. FUCK FEAR..
    SOMETIMES
    THE F WORD
    MAKES
    IT
    CLEAR..
    AND THAT IS WHAT I
    DO.. I FUCK FEAR
    EVERY NOW
    AND YES IT IS
    BOTH STIMULATING
    AND THRILLING
    TO FUCK FEAR
    EVERY NOW..
    AND yes.. i’ve been
    in Vincent Van Gogh’s
    dark shoes too.. and understand
    that.. but theRe’s the thing..
    i am Still a super analytical
    nerd too.. AwAY FROM ALL
    STUFF HEART THAT IS
    WHAT I FOCUS
    ON HERE..
    ABOUT
    90 PERCENT
    OR SO OF MY EFFORT..
    but my NEW analytical way
    is to understand the internal
    science of regulating emotions
    and integrating all senses including
    what some scientists now describe
    as the 6th sense of proprioception
    and in my opinion human animals
    will never be illusory fear free..
    until they learn
    the basic
    innate instinctual
    and intuitive lessons
    of getting comfortable
    in their own frigging skin..
    and yes.. this includes the ability
    to express aggression for defense
    in martial art of some kind
    as it is our instinct
    to do this
    to be able
    to protect
    ourselves
    from potential
    predator or to
    capture prey..
    so yes.. in
    this sense
    i am NOW
    a Cro-Magnon
    man.. at
    230 Lbs
    or so of
    dense muscle..
    tendons..
    ligaments
    and bones
    at 6 feet tall
    or so.. the genetics
    are the same.. as then..
    classical evolution works
    slow and that is truly great
    as the genes that turn
    on human strength
    like the strength
    i do empirically
    measure in
    both my
    nude art..
    and in leg pressing
    close to half a ton
    now over 25 times
    surely and slowly
    with arms
    raised in
    air on
    parallel
    leg press machine..
    like no other human
    does it on YouTube
    as far as i have
    seen.. is REAL
    EPIGENETIC EFFECT
    AND AFFECT THAT MAY
    BE POSSIBLE FOR ANY
    HUMAN TO ACHIEVE..
    AS i am very
    weak looking
    as a youth..
    born with congenitally
    fused vertebra in my neck..
    but that CRO-MAGNON
    CAVE PAINTER HUNTER
    DANCER SINGER
    STILL LIVES IN
    ME THEN.. JUST
    WAITING FOR
    THE CHALLENGE
    TO COME AGAIN..
    IT’S NOT THAT WE ARE DEVOLVING
    AS A HUMAN RACE.. IT IS THAT WE
    ARE NOT USING WHAT CAN BE US..
    MORE FULLY SEEKING.. FINDING..
    PRACTICING.. AND UTILIZING
    OUR HUMAN
    POTENTIAL
    IN KINDNESS
    STRENGTH
    AND COURAGE
    AND IT IS THE KINDNESS
    OF SOCIAL COOPERATION
    THAT HAS ALLOWED US
    TO BECOME FUNCTIONALLY
    DISABLED IN SO MANY
    WAYS.. AS TECHNOLOGY..
    THE ARROWHEAD
    BECOMES
    US AS TOOLS..
    AND that’s not
    dark in all ways
    as the world CAN
    CONNECT NOW AS ONE TRIBE
    TO LEARN WHAT WILL WORK
    ON THE INDIVIDUAL LEVEL
    FOR PEACE OF MIND AND
    BODY IN BALANCE
    AND PEACE AS
    WHOLE
    AS ONE
    RACE.. AND
    NO IT’S NOT GONNA
    BE EASY FOR THE SIMPLE
    REASON.. AS HUMANS ARE NOT
    EVOLVED TO LIVE IN LARGE
    POPULATIONS WITHout MANY
    RESTRICTIONS
    OF INNATE
    INSTINCTUAL
    AND
    INTUITIVE
    HUMAN FREEDOMS..
    AS FRIGGING SIMPLE
    AS GETTING AWAY FROM
    THE SCHOOL OR WORK
    DESK
    AND JUST
    FRIGGING MOVING
    AS NOT TO BECOME
    WORM INSTEAD
    OF FEARLESS
    STRONG
    AND
    KIND
    HUMAN
    BEING
    WORKING TOGETHER
    TO CREATE SOMETHING
    NEW.. IN THIS CASE
    NAMELY
    PEACE OF
    MIND AND BODY
    PLUS MORE NOW
    WORLD PEACE
    THE BEST
    THAT
    WE
    CAN
    JUST
    MAKE IT HAPPEN..
    AND with that long
    monologue/manifesto
    or whatever ya wanna
    call it said and
    done.. the
    theme on dVerse
    HAIBUN FIRST
    MONDAY OF THE
    MONTH.. IS A
    VINCENT Van Gogh
    PAINTING.. CERTAINLY
    ON TOPIC OF MY LAST
    BLOG POST..
    but no..
    i will not link..
    i will only participate
    as outcast.. of sorts..
    as it is a city
    of poetry
    in effect
    when i participate..
    in administration..
    instead of the
    village of
    creativity
    that i create
    alone as
    recluse
    or outcast..
    but hey i am in
    great company.. i learn
    from history.. and in real
    flesh and blood life.. being
    the CRO-MAGNON 55 YEAR OLD
    DANCER/SINGER/POETRY
    WRITER/PHOTOGRAPHER/
    AND LIVING ART
    ALL AROUND
    THERE IS
    NO BLISS
    LIKE
    THIS..
    yes..!
    THE
    intrinsic
    non-monetary
    non-material
    REWARDS
    ARE HUGE..
    AS BY NOW..
    JUST THE SIGHT
    OF ME.. BRINGS
    FINGER POINTING
    AND GENUINE SMILES BY
    OTHERS IN FLESH AND
    BLOOD LIFE AS THE
    DANCING GUY..
    MY MISSION IN THIS
    LIFE IS TO SHINE LIGHT..
    EITHER WORDS.. DANCE..
    OR SONG.. AND YES.. ETC..;)
    AND I AM
    SUCCESSFULLY
    DOING THAT MISSION
    BEYOND THE WILDEST DREAMS
    OF A HUMAN WHO LIVES IN A DESERT
    OF LITTLE CREATIVITY FOR AROUND 40 YEARS..
    I ESCAPE
    THE MATRIX
    AND YES.. THIS
    IS A NEO
    CRO
    MAGNON
    MAN NOW..
    A NEW AGE
    MAN.. AND HELL
    YES.. THERE IS A
    SONG FOR THAT FOR A
    MAN BEFORE HIS TIME..
    I AM A ‘VINCENT
    VAN-GOGH’
    BORN AGAIN
    BUT STRIVING
    THRIVING
    THIS NOW
    IN POETRY
    DANCE.. SONG
    PHOTOGRAPHY.. ETC..
    AND ALL STUFF LIFE!..
    AND SURE THERE ARE OTHER
    LABELS FOR ME THAT HAVE BEEN
    ASSIGNED TO ME.. NO LESS REALLY
    THAN VINCENT VAN GOGH.. OVERALL
    BUT HERE’S THE THING
    I KNOW
    AND FEEL
    WHO I AM
    WITH HANDS
    OF GOD AND
    THAT IS ALL I NEED
    WITH A LITTLE HELP
    FROM
    MY
    FRIENDS..
    NEW VEVO VERSION OF ‘A DAY
    IN THE LIFE’ FOR THAT
    RELEASED A FEW DAYS
    AGO.. BUT FOR NOW..
    I’LL USE THE OLD
    VERSION AS I
    AM
    ‘THE
    STONE
    STATUE’
    AND THOSE
    FOLKS IN THE
    BACK STILL
    GOT
    MY
    BACK..:)

    AS TREE OF
    LIFE STILL NOW..:)

    WELL NO.. i will not
    be illustrating the
    album cover with
    SGT Pepper’s
    TEAM.. whomever
    sold the rights
    to Vevo..
    removes all
    remnants of
    Beatle’s songs
    that dedicated
    fans have provided
    to keep the music
    alive worldwide
    on YouTube now
    for over
    10 years..
    that’s sad..
    but at least
    it is still
    free to hear..
    that’s the important
    pArt.. free then.. free
    now still.. and yeah
    i can just provide
    a photo of the
    image of the
    Album
    cover
    if it
    still exists
    free for now..:)

    And now on to poetry
    responding in poetic
    ‘Fredbun’ or ‘Haibun’
    expression to
    each link
    on dVerse
    Poet’s pub
    online.. with
    asterisks indicating
    places where my
    responses will
    only be shared
    here.. as
    they are
    not
    allowed
    there.. as
    far as i know…
    people are ‘funny these
    days’.. they will avoid
    really communicating
    which other..
    at all
    costs..
    as functional
    disabilities
    of communication
    continue to grow..
    just tale me what
    ‘you’ do not like
    and i’ll stop
    doing it..
    but hey..
    i’m only
    partially
    telepathic..
    so if ‘you’ are
    too afraid to tale
    me what you do not like..
    yes.. just delete me..
    ban me.. or whatever..
    i’ll shake off the
    unwanted sand
    from my
    sandals
    and move
    on to the
    next place
    continuing FREE.
    Sharing Here now..
    with ALL DUE RESPECT..:)

    *Rarely is a true artist
    one that harms others..
    self-abuse
    will
    come before
    injuring others..
    as is the case
    with Vincent
    Van Gogh..
    who will
    likely
    never
    action
    dark art
    in vicious
    cycle of
    bullying
    or killing
    that never ends..
    Art is for expression
    of dark and light..
    and bullying
    and killing
    is
    less
    than
    dark
    for those
    on the other
    end of the knife..
    no matter who
    or what what
    they do
    in life
    as living..
    the essence
    of killing
    and
    bullying
    is never
    ART..
    but sure stories
    about this as fiction
    are most certainly art
    as this is part of
    expressing
    the human
    condition
    in all
    its
    light
    or dark
    for public consumption..
    no matter how bitter it is
    as a pill of life then or now..:)

    Death pill
    sing song dark
    always now…

    *Churches in the distant..
    pastures free..
    wheat waves
    grains of
    nourishing nature..

    Nature True
    NO DOUBT sHe
    alWays answers..:)

    *Nature’s ingredients
    all free to see..
    cooks are
    us.. only when
    we learn to cook..

    Menu nature
    desires
    alWays now..:)

    In all the
    human condition..
    a baby strapped
    to breast for
    two years..
    is a solution…

    Strapped to
    chest..
    beats heart..:)

    Well.. first of all i am so glad
    you shared your heart with us..
    about your dear departed cat Katie..

    Now..

    A community foremost.. no
    matter the rules at hand
    should be to share
    heArt.. when
    heart is in
    need of comfort.. by expreSsinG
    spiRit in soUls of seeking balance
    in mind
    and body
    senses and
    emotions
    now..

    I’ve lost many dear companion
    cats.. in nows where they meet
    my only emotional heart
    of connecting.. spirit..
    and connection.. of
    mind and body
    anything at all..
    and they continue
    to save my life
    over and over
    as heart
    and spirit
    guides of
    fur and paws..

    And perhaps a
    cat could have
    saved
    Vincent’s
    life too…

    A soUl
    is US in
    PAws and hAnds

    A country road less traveled
    where air sings.. and wheat
    touches a grain
    inside.. connecting
    Nature’s church..
    a soup
    of loving
    HUMAN
    comfort…

    Cold Hard
    chaliced machines
    Kill this.

    Pleasure of light now
    dopamine producing
    rays of sunlight..
    it’s real also
    providing
    trust
    in serotonin..
    but sure there
    are other ways to get
    it.. namely free art
    of dance and music
    that sings
    free to
    heart and
    connecting
    feat of feet.
    Smiles.. disco
    teaches me this.. Winter
    of the 70’s.. the lesson
    remembered.. danCinG
    now and dark days never
    ever Come
    in dance
    again..
    in fact..
    i do it everywhere i go..
    happiness can be free
    when set free of fear
    in a
    REAL DANCE
    OF LIFE NOW…

    Dance
    SinGs SuNliGht
    heArt..:)

    Environment of depression..
    Environment of ecstasy and
    euphoria in art of life..
    as no different
    really
    than the
    psychedelic
    age of music..
    painting expresses
    more of what human
    feels and senses
    as well
    or not
    so well..
    and for me..
    what is euphoria
    too most all the
    NOW is just
    another
    grain of
    sand
    to be
    stepped
    on by other feat..
    At age 21.. i cry for
    Vincent.. at
    age 55
    i feel
    why..
    but i see the
    other side
    too..
    and it
    is worth
    it.. worth it
    ALL.. joy and tears
    is life for folks like US..

    Wheat Fields
    Church
    heArt eYes..:)

    Well.. smiles.. for my mother it is a little
    bit opposite.. as the mother of
    A ‘Van Gogh’ without art..
    she never gives up
    on me.. at 21
    or 47.. more…
    and she finds
    art.. perhaps
    in part for the
    darkness and
    light of me..
    and we sing
    to each
    other
    the art
    of each other now..
    as i find it in poetry
    as she does in her
    50’s.. as well too..
    As the Van Gogh
    effect.. is real in art..
    and more accepted
    in our modern
    day.. smiles..
    still miles to go
    though to
    vault the
    creative
    as valued
    as drums
    that lead
    to Kundalini..
    yes.. Kundalini is
    real..too.. but without
    guidance
    a disastrous
    fall can
    and
    may
    occur..
    and that too is a place
    where modern society fails
    in understanding more than science…

    Fields
    build us
    we come..:)

    I think for Van Gogh.. as so many Artists
    without children.. expresSinG creativity
    is a way to self
    authentication..
    as we all have
    a basic
    instinct
    to create
    in some way..
    and no doubt Van Gogh’s
    flow of art.. put him in a state
    of mind to escape the pains
    of life.. the art
    of mind and body
    balance creativity
    is now more
    than science
    and alive
    too
    as long
    as canvas
    lives.. a new
    creation exists..:)

    Painting
    children live
    long and prosper..;)

    Smiles my friend.. Suzanne..
    Kundalini comes
    to me through
    stress and
    pain.. three
    times in my
    life.. at
    age 21..
    47..
    and
    now at
    age 53 constant
    through present
    55.. the first
    one IS
    magical
    amazing..
    with no
    one to help
    me understand
    what is going on..
    and it goes away..
    with difficulties..
    the second one
    ends up being
    pure hell
    in more
    ways than one..
    but now the third
    one is the charm..
    as i guide
    it.. temper
    it in mind
    and body
    balance..
    as an energy
    that never ends
    and creates..
    people ask me
    how i write a
    26 thousand
    word poetic post..
    or press a half a ton
    25 times with my legs..
    or dance walk
    around 150 miles
    a month at my age..
    i tale ’em Chi..
    ’cause maybe
    they hear that
    word before..
    i tale ’em the
    holy spirit..
    but they think
    that is just a word..
    most often no one where
    i live has the faintest idea
    of the Kundalini
    metaphor
    for the
    essence of the
    REAL UNIVERSAL
    SAME OF HUMAN
    POTENTIAL THAT
    WE ALL COME
    TO THIS
    EARTH
    FOR
    WITTING
    NOW OR NOT..
    anyway.. i can clearly
    show folks the benefit
    but i for one.. can only
    spark them.. and hope
    they’ll have a successful
    journey.. the first time..
    if they
    path
    more of
    what they
    can be
    on this
    PLANET
    EARTH
    NOW..
    ALWAYS
    NOW.. FOR NOW..:)

    And ha.. most of the time
    when i’m out and about
    folks ask me
    if they
    can buy
    some of what
    i’m on.. problem
    is.. they will never
    buy it..
    they will
    earn it..
    as all stuff
    in life worth living NOW..

    My pleasure being here my
    friend.. thanks for being
    open minded enough
    to welcome
    me.. as
    SOME
    will not
    accept me
    for who i really am FREE…

    i live to please
    some
    receive it..;)

    Smiles.. my friend.. Victoria..
    and thanks for being
    here for me2.. as you
    are always a kind..
    tolerating..
    and accepting
    soul for human
    differences..
    and that
    my friend
    can be
    A greatest
    Love of cAll..

    Love.. now.. different..
    sings.. tolerance
    and acceptance free..:)

    A church of Love
    is always a favorite
    of mine.. my wife and
    i marry on a boardwalk
    of river instead
    but church
    still sings
    inside..

    Church
    memories sing
    when Love is there..:)

    So true to me.. that everyday
    and every now.. even the
    same place of Nature
    can tale a different
    story of now
    the balance
    of life.. in art
    of emotions
    senses
    a delight
    to carry
    a bridge
    of nature
    across the
    threshold of
    self as well..:)

    Wheat Springs
    balance harvesting
    Love as Real NOw..:)

    Well that’s all that
    dVerse has to offer
    now.. but this
    prompt goes
    on for
    an entire
    week so more
    to come for ‘morrow
    and after of course..:)

    11:11 pm
    11022015

    Back at 9:11 am
    11032015..
    will finish
    up what’s
    left for
    now and
    post this
    traveling
    show of
    inner
    journeys
    and paths
    for the next
    dVerse prompt
    on Travel that
    i metaphor
    as an
    inner
    instead of
    down the
    road
    of
    asphalt
    streets.
    named
    “Vincents R uS”
    later this morning
    after this.. smiles..
    and no i won’t link
    but it’s NOT too hard
    to find me..
    considering
    every response
    is linked back
    to this
    with
    the
    Katie
    Mia Frederick
    or Kate Mia
    user name
    link.. people
    are funny again..
    if it ain’t on the
    list some folks
    don’t KNOW where
    to go to find
    me and that’s okay
    too.. as everywhere
    i go i am a traveling
    dance and song
    show
    or poetry
    blog.. ETC..;)
    i am
    my own
    home base
    that can sing
    and dance a song
    without even
    a shred of
    clothes
    and yes..
    i can prove
    that too..
    with
    smiles
    and OTHER
    STUFF
    OF
    JOY
    OF BEING
    HERE NOW..
    JUST NOW..
    IN ALL OF
    WHAT HUMAN
    CAN AND WILL
    BE WHEN SET FREE
    AS CHILD OF GOD
    AS GOD
    IS FREE
    AS WELL
    ALL NATURE
    TRUTH NOW
    STILL
    MOVING
    JUST NOW
    ALWAYS NOW
    IN DARK AND
    LIGHT AND DANCE
    AND SONG OF ALL
    OF CREATION
    NOW!..:)

    Voices of praise..
    inside outside now
    above so below
    all around
    a grain of
    wheat
    sings
    a natural
    song of
    a boWed
    chalice
    that
    has
    no
    home…
    but i sTill go
    for the SonG
    of toGetHeRness..
    that WiLL never
    sinG from
    a
    golden chalice
    my friend now…

    Wheat ChaliCe
    alWays
    n0w SinGs..:)

    *Well.. while it’s true that during
    Vincent’s time the wheat
    fields are still
    pristine village
    beauty without
    highways of
    busy
    commuting
    technology
    but the truth
    remains today..
    that if he has online
    then.. he will find
    someone like
    him as
    a friend
    if only
    one or two..
    and perhaps
    he will live a longer
    life with friends
    and
    not
    so
    lone…

    Human Connection
    whatever it takes
    together..:)

    So nice to see your words dance
    again.. my friend.. truly the darkness
    and pain i have lived in life
    tales me without a doubt
    that miracles are
    real and in this
    life with believe
    just believe in
    you anything
    is possible
    and can come
    true.. if only
    arms waving
    as wheat of
    dance in golden
    fields and blue skies
    of alive again always now
    smiling and laughing as
    human being shall
    connecting
    again..
    with
    light
    of
    Love..

    Dance Light
    moves Love
    grains of us..:)

    First of all Kudos
    in your original
    take on mermaids
    here.. and i look
    forward to your
    second one
    that will
    honor more
    the spirit
    behind the
    prompt.. but
    because you are
    not afraid to change
    the path today.. i see
    Mermaids more realistically
    and will just be their friends
    in dreams.. hehe..
    loved it.. thanks
    for bRinGing
    Mermaid
    scales
    my
    way..;)

    The soft sway
    of women’s
    hips no fish tail..;)

    An artistic mind.. a trUly aRtistic
    and not just an ‘aUtistic’ mind.. now
    in balance.. just does.. often take in
    many associations of mind’s i
    art true.. and what you
    do here with
    the original
    prompt and a
    prompt of your
    own is certainly
    a synthesis
    of ideas
    and senses
    that Vincent
    will sing with
    you for now
    if he is
    here
    for now..

    Birds fly
    free in
    Vincent eyes..:)

    *Now.. a gift so many forget..
    books of promises..
    look forward back
    ward never living
    now.. the reward
    is now.. always
    now.. all there
    is now.. and
    some people
    never even
    find now
    as real as
    heaven
    now…

    human dreams
    nightmares
    away from now…

    And now a few more words
    on dVerse before move this
    on to the next post..

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/09/15/30347/

    This is my post.. ‘Desert i’LL change’ about
    change within.. as i make change by
    traveling within as illustrated
    by this post
    as well..
    And this is the linked post
    that makes my decision
    to end my over 2 year
    linking endeavor to
    share what i do
    in art of
    poetry
    and poetry
    of photography
    and other symbols
    with all as art
    in what i do
    online..
    I do a lot.. some..
    MANY people don’t
    have the patience for
    all i do.. and i understand
    that totally as i use to live
    and breathe work 7 days a week..
    with no time for writing or
    any inclination to write
    at all in a total
    life spent in
    mechanical
    cognition activities
    with little to zero
    time or inclination
    for any art and
    little recreation
    of any kind..
    rarely going
    on a real vacation
    for close to two
    decades then..
    my only get
    away and place
    of sanctity away
    from machine culture
    is mowing
    the grass
    then behind
    gas fumes
    of machine…
    and then i get really
    sick.. cannot effectively
    use my ears and eyes.. so after
    two years and adjusting
    to what is described in
    medical literature as
    the worst chronic
    pain known
    to mankind..
    atypical
    Trigeminal
    Neuralgia..
    experiencing
    this.. what is described
    as worse than crucifixion
    pain in medical literature
    for a total of 66 months..
    wake to sleep..
    including 18 other
    disorders.. i learn
    to write to escape
    a pain that modern
    science has
    no pill that
    works for me
    for refrain..
    i go to a site
    that is all logic
    and close to zero
    art.. a place
    for higher
    140 to 160 IQ
    then polled so-
    called autistic
    folks online
    on November
    26th.. Thanks
    giving day
    in 2010..
    with an ‘aghogday’
    another groundhog day
    user name in hell then with no
    avatar.. and somehow then
    i muster the strength
    on Christmas Day..
    yeah.. a coincidence
    to be born online that
    day.. to scan
    and put the
    happy smiling
    baby of me..
    of the affect
    of love in
    me i am
    born with
    then.. that i
    hope to feel
    again.. and i wait
    2 and a half years
    to feel THAT again in
    2013 when art and
    love comes back
    to me through
    poetry.. dance
    and new found
    on and offline
    friends..
    and old
    one’s too..
    to reconnect to
    as well.. and at the
    start of my humanity return
    in 2013.. the Summer
    when all my pain
    suddenly goes away
    like a real life miracle
    on or about July 22nd
    of that year.. that
    truly is what ‘they’
    call Kundalini Rising
    Holy Spirit or Chi.. ETC..
    Another Autistic person that
    goes by the user name
    of Mind Retrofit.. who
    helps me come back to
    life too.. turns me on
    to dVerse.. as i continue
    my return to humanity
    then in flesh and
    blood life of
    dance once
    again..
    and two wonderful
    folks running the show..
    Brian Miller and
    Claudia.. tolerate
    and accept all of
    what i am in
    crude and
    unrefined art
    then.. never any
    unreasonable complaints
    about what i do.. and
    always easy to get along
    with.. with no problem..
    until along the way
    a prompt comes
    by Grace that
    asks us to write
    poetry to an artist’s
    photography or theme
    of the artist philosophy
    about art of photography
    and i go with the philosophy
    of the photographer poet
    instead of the
    photos provided
    and then for some
    reason she deletes my
    effort taling me i must
    use a photo for this..
    although the instructions
    say the obvious other thing..
    anyway… i provide 5 clear ways
    i meet the prompt then without even
    a reply back from her on my defense..
    and then i complain to Brian and
    he says sorry bro’.. i hear you
    on your complaint but we
    give the pub tenders
    free rein on what
    they do..
    so i accept
    that and move on..
    and then.. this year..
    after Brian and Claudia
    leave for various reasons
    Bjorn Emails me and tales
    me just to perfect the best
    parts of my poetry
    ’cause he wants
    to help me
    find my
    poetic voice
    and leave all
    my other art
    out of the show..
    and i politely tale
    him basically.. NO my
    friend.. but if you
    choose not to visit
    me it will not hurt
    my feelings if you
    find my art too much
    of an inconvenience
    and then there is
    constant complaints
    about the photos when
    i tale them time and time
    again.. that i am creating
    a new kind of poetry.. not
    previously possible without
    multimedia of new technology
    avenues of art from many
    more sources synthesized
    as art.. my continued
    stalwartness
    obviously be
    fuddles them
    so they seek
    out
    ways to
    exclude my ‘excessive’
    participation and then
    and i miss a word in a
    requirement of a prompt
    by Mary.. and instead
    of allowing me to
    correct a simple
    mistake.. she and
    Bjorn
    summarily
    delete my
    link.. and
    then the final
    straw.. yes.. above..
    where i synthesize
    two inspirations
    to make
    one prompt
    on the topic
    of change and ‘they’
    attempt to tale me
    i have broken the rules
    on line and word count
    ’cause of my comments section
    that i’ve frigging been using
    as a workspace for poetry since
    day one over two years ago..
    well i followed all the
    rules and i am
    speaking of
    metaphorical
    internal change..
    then ‘they’ say it
    must be concrete
    and cannot be
    philosophically
    related which is
    total and
    utter
    bullshit
    just to
    show their
    authority
    on not being
    able to control
    my artistic freedoms
    in what they see as
    art that i
    personally
    see as a
    smaller
    art
    of individual
    preference.. of course..
    anyway.. this is the story
    in case anyone comes here and
    wonders what all this talk
    about asterisks is
    and why i have
    to go to this
    length of efforts
    in participating
    now.. at all.. and truly
    if Vincent is alive today..
    i too.. believe that he too..
    will have a way to share
    his art online..
    no matter
    what more
    limiting
    minds of
    art
    think
    or
    feel
    then
    too..
    there is only one
    kind of art and that
    is free.. rules are for
    cities..
    art
    is for
    free..
    and at least
    on my blog
    a free
    village of
    my art will
    rain as Love
    here.. with
    reasons
    too
    my
    friend(s)..
    and this summarily
    describes my online
    travel to date as well..;)

    10:40 am..
    additional poetic responses
    to coming Monday Haibun efforts
    and poetic comments on the Tuesday
    travel prompt will
    be included
    in the comments
    section of this
    new post
    now..:)

    Let’s face
    it.. i am
    UNSTOPPABLE…
    LIKE TITANIUM..
    SHOOT ME DOWN
    AND I SIMPLY
    GROW
    LARGER
    AND LARGER
    IN LIFE AND LIGHT
    AND LOVE TOO..
    IN REAL LIFE
    NOW.. AND
    ONLINE
    TOO..
    HEHE..
    LIFE IS
    STRANGE BUT
    YES GOOD FOR
    THOSE WHO SEE IT
    IN DARK AND LIGHT
    OF ALL THAT IS
    ALL
    N
    ALL
    AS GOD
    NOW..:)!

    JUST.. ANOTHER
    TREE OF LIFE
    FROM ME..;)

    Smiles…
    for me
    God
    comes
    for me
    on a pristine
    and deSOLaTe
    bEach.. suGar sAnd..
    wAves.. SeagUlls.. eMERald
    green gulf.. waving
    sea oats God
    with me..
    AsONe..
    not
    feeLinG
    God as much
    in Brick and
    Mortar..
    the church
    in Nature
    the church
    in people
    same for me..
    sMilEs aGaiN..

    God lives
    in all
    Alive21..

    Written is
    Love in the
    StOne’s WHeat..:)

    11:51.. am
    for now..:)

    • Smiles.. that is so sweet
      of you to leave
      me THE Twix
      treat
      and some
      hot chocolate
      for all this trick
      or treating.. Soheir..
      Lovely to hear from you today..
      and i am enjoying all of my
      nows very much my friend
      and always pray and
      hope the same
      for you..
      you are always
      welcome here to
      say anything you like..
      or just say hi how are you..
      as i do Love the human
      connection.. that
      is truly
      hard for
      me to find
      online..
      but those
      who do
      come
      ON
      OR OFF
      LINE..
      i
      TREASURE
      LIKE A PAINTING
      OF
      LOVE..:)

  3. Pink Rook says:

    I put my comment on your blogspot site. I guess it’s sitting in spam. 🙂

  4. http://katiemiafrederick.blogspot.com/2015/11/halloween-dance-calls.html

    ^^^

    Comment from my New same old friend
    Pink Rook.. AKA S..
    from my
    Katie Mia FredericK!
    Blogger blog that
    is faster to open
    than the
    word
    press version
    of this.. smiles..
    but anyway
    she found
    me at
    that
    link
    and
    that
    is
    what
    counts for now..;)

    Fred~

    I cannot tell you how badly I needed this post. I have been in one of my funks for the past several days, and this has really helped me reclaim some hope and perspective. There is so much wisdom and poetry throughout this post. Thank you, thank you, thank you for being EXACTLY who you are … and for being PROUD to be you. I adore you; you are such a blessing to the world.

    These are my favorites … the sections that really touched me, moved me, and/or spoke to me in a push-forward / healing kind of way:

    “i am the cure
    for all
    my
    potential
    Demons”

    “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”

    “black cat.. green eyed.. magic..
    is in the air.. always white..”

    the section about the jekyll and hyde syndrome being connected to the superhero persona and such

    “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”

    “out of black hole
    can come another
    Universe”

    “There are different kinds of broken..
    and different ways of never
    being put together”

    Fred!!! How awesome that you donated that equipment!!! You are amazing!

    “the body
    is the heart too..
    so the confusion
    is deep”

    “To name Love
    is to honor
    the reality
    of it NOW”

    “skyscrapers
    fly on
    4 inch
    screens
    of iCE..
    and FiRE”

    “CoiLed Rose”

    “Passion Fool
    underdog cartoon
    character.. over
    eat flows.. river
    needs.. Strong”

    “nouns fill
    INgaps”

    “but wife she bRinGs
    ALL
    warm
    and TRUE”

    “poetry
    is it is
    a soul
    that cannot
    be ravaged
    by the
    winds
    of
    age..”

    “I think poetry
    is a great
    way to
    release
    the jazz
    in minds..”

    “my music is now
    one big head or
    13.6 online
    bibles”

    what you said about being both the Queen bee AND a drone … making yourself a we; I feel exactly the same way

    “i
    must
    say..
    living
    as
    robot
    and artist..
    madness
    is Magic
    and Magic
    is Art”

    “stay pumped my friend”

    “I see flying birds in your pupils..
    but i am a student of art..
    And to me the hint of
    disclothsure tales”

    I love the picture of Katrina’s feet, with one flip-flop on and one off, the cat cuddling her naked foot. That is gorgeous and should really be in a frame.

    Seriously. I really needed this post.

    ~S

    • Well.. high S.. now known as Pink Rook..
      i missed you.. as you are a good
      friend to me too..
      and i understand
      what you are going
      through.. as yes..
      i’ve been there
      too many times
      myself to
      count over
      what seems
      like thousands
      of years over 66 months
      in so many ways before
      that as well.. here and
      there in falls and rises
      of life..
      and if anything
      i am too happy
      now.. hehe..
      by Doctor’s
      reports..
      but hey..
      they ain’t
      been to hell
      likely like me
      to tell the
      tale of me..
      winks again..
      Anyway.. i Love
      you friend for all
      of all of what you
      are too.. the dark
      and crispy parts..
      and the light
      and feathery
      parts too..
      just fly
      with me
      high my friend..
      and i will pick you
      up as you fall down
      a little to the
      best
      of wings
      that sing
      here
      my friend
      again..
      Pink Rook
      now.. and oh by the
      way.. hehe.. yes.. i’m
      financially independent
      now thanks GOD.. but
      that million dollars of
      equipment comes
      from Government
      money and NOT
      out of
      my pocket
      hehe..
      OH GOD
      though
      a tremendous
      amount of effort
      went into the
      administrative
      part to get
      it.. as i had
      8 hours to
      use the money
      in just one day..
      mission accomplished
      then.. and the glory
      of using it now..
      is mine as well
      to get
      really
      really
      strong
      and fearless
      to do all the dance
      steps and words
      and sure..
      ‘other stuff’
      too..
      funny how
      God works
      in
      MYSTERIOUS
      WAYS NOW
      AND
      THEN FOR
      NOW ALWAYS
      JUST
      NOW..:)!
      BEST TO YOU
      ALWAYS MY
      FRIEND
      WITH
      LOVE..:)

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