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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..:)

69

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..:)

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

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..:)

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20 Responses to Vincents R uS

  1. 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..:)

  2. ^^^

    All decked out in green.. Katrina.. in her usual position of tightly packing store stuff in the Civic trunk.. and Pan in green shirted way today.. of “I’m Roarsome” with my childhood friend the T-Rex illustrating the biggest roar of all on terrestrial land.. hehe…

    Anyway.. more fun T-Rex Roarsome public dancing photos added into this last blog post named “Vincents R uS”.. coming now.. to the usual blog theater here.. as i continue to do the autobiography rover thingy.. real time.. now online.. as well…

    Family and friends and friends of family.. etc.. don’t have to guess what i do.. ever in life.. now or then.. at least for the last two years.. online.. haha.. of course if they give a crap.. hehe.. as yeah.. live is busy and all of that.. too.. yeah.. i know my sense of humor is DRY2..;)

    ^^^

    Yeah.. i got the ‘eye of the T-Rex’.. and really strong hind legs..
    and yes.. a really big head.. haven’t measured the brain..
    though.. fully.. at least.. yet..wink emoticon..;)

    ^^^

    Yes.. the beast in foreground..
    the beauty’s got the T-RexBACK!..;)

    SORRY.. dinosaurs have been exciting the creativity in me.. ever since the Sinclair Dinosaur stations sell gas for 19 cents a gallon when i am 6 years old in 1966.. and give away those extra cool plastic dinosaurs.. oh imagination reigns the world then.. now it’s Jurassic Park in 3D on the theater and TV instead of moving striving thriving childhood and adult imaGiNaTioN.. i lost my imagination somewhere from school to work for 40 years of a desert life of input.. and i got it back like a T-REX back now.. and no i’m not really SORRY..;)

    And no my wife can tale ya.. i don’t bite hard..
    i just nibble here and there.. when i get really
    hungry.. as yes.. the T-REX has a healthy
    appetite for moving stuff… and plant life too..
    Jaws.. Tigers.. and Lions ain’t got nothing on ‘us’..;)

    • Star says:

      “I’m Roarsome.” Ha. I love that. I absolutely adore clever goofiness. Goofy cleverness? Either one. 🙂

      • Hehe.. for some reason
        i’ve always felt a little
        bit like a T-Rex…
        and seriously
        there is no
        current
        animal
        who growls
        as deep as i do..
        at least at my gym..;)
        that echoes out of
        the racquet ball
        court..
        towards
        the end of
        my work-out
        as the
        vocal chords
        can be as loud
        as the words..
        haha.. one time
        i sneezed in church
        and people told
        me they wanted
        to run for cover
        from a shot gun blast..
        something about the CHI
        baby star..
        that comes
        to me in what
        some might describe
        as bi polar manic form..
        but nah it’s crystal clear
        calm energy
        with
        a
        BOOM!..
        yeah.. if you ever
        go to my youtube
        site.. i gotta video of
        my first deep guttural
        growl back in 2013
        dancing.. singing
        piano composing
        music and other
        stuff.. i’m seriously
        afraid to leave
        it here (THE
        GROWLING ‘JN SHINING’
        OR WHATEVER video) as i don’t
        wanna get banned
        or deleted
        anymore than
        necessary.. he HE
        again.. for now at least..;)

  3. From Friend Rafiah’s
    Facebook Page..

    ^^^

    i say.. in response
    to the linked song on Rafiah’s page..

    Wow.. Adele looks totally different in that video.. i liked her song Rolling in the Deep too.. very much.. and of course that Bond song too.. you shared.. anyway.. hello my friend.. again.. with smiles.. too..:)

    Rafiah says..

    Hello to you too my old pal..;)

    i say..

    Yeah.. i am kinda old.. winks..;)

    Rafiah says..

    Kinda? Nah.. You’re definitely old..winks..;)

    i say..

    Smiles.. and you are definitely young..:)!..

    Rafiah says..

    And you actually make me feel like one..<3

    i say..

    I think you mean one young one..
    if that is not a trick heart.. nah..
    no trick hearts from you my
    lovely young friend..:)

    Rafiah says..

    i say..

    Smiles.. I just used another Cold Play song in my blog
    and then I am thinking about this wonderful song too
    when light comes to dry bones.. And yes you
    continue to help fix me too.. As that is pArt
    of the human condition for all who
    walk this earth.. Now..:)

    Rafiah says..

    i say..

    Sounds like New Orleans Blues..
    And thanks Ms..DJ.. I've been dancing
    to your songs barefoot in the sand of my
    backyard and Katrina informs me.. Get in..
    It's time for her to shop again… And of course
    the dance continues for me.. Ms.. DJ.. Once
    again like a nonstop turntable..;)

    Rafiah says..

    Its two here at night. I am awake doing some work
    and visiting my favorite old songs. About this one
    I always heard the short version. Tonight for the
    first time I listened the full version and I was
    like wow wow wow.. I was also thinking
    what you might be doing and here
    you tell me already..;)

    i say..

    Smiles.. Great minds think and
    feel alike friends..:)

  4. Well.. getting ready to move on to the travel prompt at
    dVerse for the Tuesday link and to check
    back with the Haibun prompt on
    Monday for any
    newcomers
    there to poeticAlly
    respond to as well..
    and yes.. i’ll start
    a second comment
    for that.. to keep
    it all
    same
    themed as much
    as possible..
    but truly
    for me
    the greatest
    travel journey
    has been within..
    and the greatest part
    of my online journey are the
    few but treasured friends i find..
    visit with.. and cherish here on my
    blog too.. to count my blesSinGs
    of friends in poetic
    expression
    as well..
    and sure..
    Rafiah above..
    often expresses herself
    with music as i do too..
    emotions are sometimes
    easier to do that way than
    words alone.. and Rafiah..
    has always been an
    Unconditionally
    Loving friend
    as that seems
    to be her
    natural
    state of
    being..
    non-judgemental
    not much different than
    me really than probably
    a foot in height and a hundred
    or so LBS i probably have
    on her.. plus 33 years
    in age from the
    one group
    of photos
    i have
    ever seen
    of this very precious
    young woman who now
    has a sweetest smile
    and eyes.. in her Hijab..
    Pakistan Muslim
    way of dressing..
    nicely
    as well..
    but anyway..
    she has been
    my most
    consistent
    friend online
    since the Summer
    of 2014.. her personality
    is always one of integrity
    and she always seems
    to keep it altogether
    as a genuine
    human
    being
    always
    now.. for some reason..
    i get along with Muslim
    and Indian folks
    very well
    and i suppose
    it is our Love of
    Nature and
    GOD
    as same
    where it is a way
    of living and not just
    a Sunday Routine..
    with my new
    friends
    Zee..
    Revels1
    Soheir..
    and Imran Ali
    as well.. and older
    friends.. Lala Rukh
    and some other
    friends
    from the
    Middle East
    and South Asia
    as well..
    including the
    very sweet fairly
    new but special
    friend Himali
    from India
    and
    Prajakta too..
    as well as another Facebook
    friend.. too.. as a fairly
    new friend too..
    all my efforts
    in online
    travel
    and poetry
    have truly
    been to find new
    friends like these..
    and yes… there is Shawna
    too.. who is so much like
    me.. who has a daughter
    with Asperger’s
    Syndrome
    like
    me..
    from the states here..
    some older offline friends..
    and some older online friends
    who seem to have disappeared
    as of late.. who i hope will come
    back soon.. like X.. AKA Brian
    Miller.. and Glenn too..
    but anyway..
    mostly in
    my life..
    the friends
    i have are girls
    it seems overall..
    as they touch me
    in loving ways..
    that seem
    foreign
    mostly to the male
    of the species..
    but no.. not
    me.. i’ve always
    had strong emotion
    in my heart.. and a really
    big need to express it.. but
    that is a problem with Asperger’s..
    expressing nonverbal communication
    and verbal communication as well..
    and poetry has brought the
    connection to language
    and emotion for me..
    like sing song
    voice of
    emotion
    too..
    so i keep
    singing and
    keep treasuring
    my blessings of
    friends here..
    ’cause at least
    if i ever get really
    sick again.. locked up
    in a dark room.. not even
    able to look at a screen or type,,
    or go anywhere for the first 2 years
    of my illness.. like before.. or am limited after
    that to a screen like i am for the rest of that
    66 months of illness.. i can look back and see
    that yes.. i once have friends.. and these are such
    good friends that even after two years.. then.. i truly
    feel they will still be my friends then.. last time i got
    sick.. during that 66 months.. i was unable to
    physically in a flesh and blood way connect
    to anyone.. even Katrina.. as all i was
    then was pain and emotionally
    numb.. i lost connection
    with everyone else
    too.. and it has
    been a real
    struggle
    to connect
    to anyone at all..
    so yeah.. this is my art
    to travel online to connect
    to people who can accept all
    of who i am.. and what i do..
    or at least tolerate me
    as i am..
    and i feel
    fortunate
    most to
    travel and
    find real friends now..
    with Love of course..
    like Cold Play
    says
    TO
    FIX
    US NOW..
    JUST NOW..
    Oh yeah.. and there
    are my dancing friends
    from Old Seville Quarter
    since the Summer of 2014..
    like Rafiah online too..
    Cortney who is now my
    Facebook friend
    along with
    Maggie..
    and Chelsea
    who doesn’t
    do Facebook
    but always
    has a smile
    and frolicking
    dance with me
    at Old Seville
    like Cortney
    and Maggie
    too..
    and yes..
    Cortney
    is the ‘dark
    haired mall
    girl’ who
    somewhat
    looks like
    Katrina’s Twin..
    hehe.. who often
    appears in my blog too..
    and nah.. she’s not just
    ‘a mall girl’.. she works
    in conserving natural resources
    with a degree in that from college..
    yeah.. a science nerd like me..
    and Rafiah too.. still
    at heart as well
    for me now..
    and Chelsea
    a Biology
    major
    too..
    anyway that’s it
    for this lengthy
    monologue from
    me.. now
    to travel
    prompts
    at dVerse
    a little
    before
    i hit the
    bed ending here
    at 1:43 am..
    11042015..:)

  5. Starting Travel prompts..

    *Fever’s pace of river
    never ending journey
    waters edge
    goes
    on..
    bRings
    Ocean
    back home..:)

    Wanderlust.. an outer
    and inner journey
    too for me.. now..
    where no ends
    and beginnings
    are real in
    touch
    with
    me..
    a pace of
    life is free..:)

    Smiles.. at 55 still
    now no planes
    for me yet..
    but i learn
    to fly
    inside
    and spread
    my wings same..:)

    Smiles.. when i write.. my mind
    rarely stands still.. looks forward
    or back.. it is what is always
    moving in wonder
    with little thought..
    when i dance..
    give me three
    feet bare feat
    and i go
    places
    now that
    mind alone
    will never
    know.. as
    head above..
    mind now
    is not just
    in head
    it goes
    all over
    body
    when
    used as
    balanced
    us..muscle
    memory is
    real memory too..
    yet always present
    to learn anew now
    inside outside so above
    so below all around now
    Infinite moving and emotions free..:)

    Wind.. air.. hum..
    innate urge
    to move
    water
    rippling
    spreads..
    no end to
    dance of water
    song’s beat of life..:)

    *With three clicks
    of silver shoes
    no place like
    home of
    dance
    for me..
    white Nike’s
    will do.. always
    home floating air..:)

    A spiral
    flow knows
    feels no sidewalks
    of dance.. oh.. to
    stream a river
    ocean
    nows
    living
    whole..
    galaxies
    Universe feat us..:)

    *Give me Love
    a song and a
    dance
    and my
    travel is complete
    and never ending
    or be
    ginning..:)

    Smiles.. in the art of
    free style ballet
    martial arts
    like dance..now..
    the farther i wander
    into what my body
    in instinct.. and
    intuition feels
    to do.. the lighter
    as feather i become
    as air and water same
    that floats.. in flow.. as one..
    and feather is a nice place for human go…

    Escaping..
    one’s head
    divine..:)

    Never too early
    or late
    to let go..
    as now
    then ever
    now free more..:)

    For so long culture
    and environment
    rules my travel
    plans then..
    work says
    wait..
    i wait..
    and wait..
    and now i
    move.. finding
    balance.. within
    three feet is
    enough
    for
    me..
    but yeah
    more is nice as well..:)

    i suppose an interesting part
    of communal travel where
    time becomes now
    without words
    is a vision
    of non
    verbal
    communication..
    but of course
    with smart
    phones faces
    become screens
    and the person across
    the aisle of seats may
    never even
    exist..
    but anyway..
    connections
    come
    warm
    or cold..
    as travelers come and go..
    who is dead or who is alive
    increasingly difficult to measure..:)

    And that’s why a dance
    is always travel
    for me.. now
    and a partner
    makes it
    a circus
    fair.. of joy
    with fall leaves
    or bright electronic lights..
    as long as there are no
    dance classes on
    sidewalks
    low
    dance high travel farther..:)

    Travel.. dance moves
    words sing..
    words take
    me places
    i know not to go..
    feet sing me songs
    i never
    knew
    sung..
    now is travel
    all is song and dance..:)

    Okay.. 3:44 am now..
    14 responses
    in 70 minutes
    equals
    5 minutes
    each.. a new
    record for me..
    but hey travels
    go fast..
    more often
    in
    dance..;)

    Back again at
    10:42 pm..
    with three
    added links..

    Thanks for sharing a most beautiful
    travel to Kashmir.. with valleys..
    rivers.. and boats
    to travel and live..
    Hidden Jewel
    of the Himalayas ..
    yes.. a place
    for respite..
    a place
    for peace..
    a place
    to regain
    energy.. a
    place to Live..:)

    Well.. again my friend
    Lynn.. so close to the
    end.. we can certainly
    agree here on
    all the benefits
    of camping..
    my lifelong
    dream..
    to build
    a home in
    front of wilderness..
    screen doors call
    set free am i
    always
    camping
    bare
    of feet
    in Nature
    Feat
    alive..:)

    Smiles.. few old worlds
    live here in new
    world roads..
    where culture
    thrives in all
    colors of
    past..
    a treasure
    to unwrap
    and live again
    old world.. new smiles.:)

    Ok.. done
    here for now..
    at 11:01 pm
    11042015..:)

  6. Back again at 8:11 am
    for more Monday Haibun
    Poetic responses..:)

    Smiles.. the modern day version of the Van Gogh
    painting is the movie Avatar.. and the movie
    the Emerald Forest.. in the 80’s here in
    the states.. a call to nature..
    a call back
    home
    away
    from humans
    who become
    their tools..
    After Avatar some folks
    ended their lives.. for
    realizing a
    place
    they’ve
    never been
    and can never go..
    deep deep
    within
    just waiting
    in the backyard free
    for those with Nature’s
    eyes still free as well…

    Nature sings
    Truth
    as Human Refrain..:)

    Nature.. a beauty
    of subsistence for
    human to live..
    a wafer
    of bread
    in grain a
    cup of
    hands
    for water..
    where intermittent
    gratification rules
    and sugars
    and fats
    never
    course
    blood free..

    Beauty becomes
    work
    for life..:)

    Well.. Lynn.. pArt of the reason
    i love you near the end is ’cause
    we both see a friend
    in Jesus.. originally
    named Yeshua
    and other
    names
    and
    sadly as Jesus
    predicts many people
    have yes.. done more than
    he.. but sadly as then..
    their only reward
    from culture
    has been
    torture
    in many ways..
    witting and witting
    not.. there are many Jesus’
    who spend their life on street
    corners.. drugged up.. and
    in institutions too..
    but then there
    are Jesus’
    who still
    live now..
    who understand
    that the me he is talking
    about is the God in them.. NOW..
    as yes.. in language revisions
    original meanings are sadly
    lost into literal
    translations
    that fail
    no less
    than
    literal
    translations
    of poetry even
    yes.. here..
    as poeTry..
    when some folks without
    these deeper eyes and ears
    of GOD have never really
    been healed
    and see and
    hear more.. ‘here’..
    anyway.. the experience
    of the awakening and enlightening
    that the real man Jesus speaks of
    as not censored out of the gnostic
    gospels of Jesus.. by a psychopathic
    leaning power hungry Emperor Constantine
    to expand the Roman empire
    by making a humble Prophet/
    Teacher/’Yogi’/healer into a
    soldier Sun GOD
    as extension of the
    Mithra-mythical religion
    in 325 AD.. with
    ‘back-room’ closed
    door now then deals
    of Catholic Cohort
    leaders then and now..
    YES.. THE REAL EXPERIENCE
    OF AWAKENING AND ENLIGHTENING
    OF HUMAN BEINGS HERE ON EARTH
    AND ANY CREATURE LIKE US
    LIKELY ON ANY OTHER PLANET
    IN INFINITY’S UNIVERSE(S)
    CREATED BY THE ONE GOD
    OF ALL.. range from metaphors
    here on earth from being
    born again.. to
    Kundalini
    rising.. to the
    Dao and Tao
    the Dharma
    And Qi to Ki
    to Chi.. and
    becoming one
    with the Great
    Spirit too.. and limitless
    other human metaphors
    of myths housing vehicles
    and vessels of Universal
    liGht truths and yes.. now
    even self actualization
    in secular words for some..
    but the bottom line IS
    GOD IS THE GOD OF ALL
    AND AS LONG AS MORE
    OF HUMAN POTENTIAL
    IS PURSUED JESUS’
    PROPHECY OF
    GREATER
    PAINTINGS
    WILL COME TRUE..
    particularly when Jesus
    becomes more and more
    welcome.. in metaphor
    of course..
    today..
    resurrected as such..
    in so many people
    who gain eyes and
    ears closer to GOD
    as metaphor
    of course
    too..
    Poetry is a great
    adventure to better understand
    the parables of the bible too..
    particularly as we as
    source material
    start
    to write
    those parables
    as Yeshua.. et al
    speaks then
    too.. my dear
    friend Lynn
    who seems
    close to
    this means..
    and never end
    in Journey as
    Path with GOD…
    God NOW just NOW
    Essence.. words
    symbols.. tools..
    potential paths
    with GOD..

    GOD’s
    Neverland
    REAL NOW..:)

    Smiles.. my friend Lynn actually i am
    suggesting the polar opposite of
    what Nicene Council
    Catholic altered Christianity
    suggests at the time of paying disrespect
    to a humble teacher/yogi/healer/prophet
    who never ever
    wanted to
    be worshipped
    as a God in anyway
    that is still clear in the
    New Testament as well
    as the Gnostic Gospels
    of Jesus untainted
    by the hand of
    the 325 AD..
    Nicene
    council..
    i am suggesting
    as history shows
    now that Jesus is
    a real man.. a real
    prophet.. a real
    healer.. no
    different
    really
    than any real
    Yogi who lives
    today or before
    using Yogi as
    metaphor
    as there
    are no
    Yogi’s
    in the area
    Jesus lives then..
    Jesus opens up the reality
    that we are all children of GOD
    and that is the real Good NEWS
    and we have the power within
    just like he did then
    to heal
    now..
    been there
    done IT friend
    so yes..
    in metaphor
    i am speaking
    from eyes of
    Both God
    and Jesus
    but the difference
    then and now is..
    IT is no magic
    Soldier Sun GOD myth
    propagated by a Roman
    Emperor and his power
    hungry Catholic friends.. it is the
    healing gift of Unconditional
    Love without illusory fears
    that exists on a desert now
    Isle of human beings same
    here as any planet
    with book creatures
    such as us or others..
    Jesus never asked
    for the pay grade of
    King of the Universe..
    God doesn’t have to play
    games like that as GOD is
    real too.. so sure.. there are as
    many eyes of God in flesh now as
    there are stars in the sky and beyond
    what tiny human eyes and books can
    comprehend
    now..
    and sure
    that’s just common
    sense and logic now
    gifted to us no less
    than the holy
    spirit
    that works
    in tandem with
    that for heaven now..
    the place of the Kingdom
    of GoD that Jesus promises
    is here
    then and now..
    no different than
    anywhere else
    in God’s
    existence
    now.. anyway..
    take it with a grain of
    salt my friend.. i am
    not speaking alone
    from ego or book
    lessons it is now
    the HOLY spirit
    as expresSinG
    within
    believe
    it or not..
    with smiles..:)

    Highly unlikely
    that the real
    man Jesus
    will be
    accepted
    fully in
    any
    Christian
    church now
    as dogma rules
    then dogma rules now
    and that was the reality
    Jesus faced then as well
    but nah.. he probably wouldn’t
    be crucified.. just banned or deleted…

    Jesus sets a challenge to be like
    him.. but never ever to worship
    him anymore than
    a grain
    of sand..
    as a grain
    of sand
    is GOD too..
    the reason we have
    a place to stand upon
    the EARTH out of Ocean..:)

    Smiles.. my friend Hank..
    Lovely Art science
    interpretation
    of what
    Van Gogh
    might have
    been THINKING
    of in his artful
    endeavors here..
    but most likely
    i feel.. that he
    just let it ALL go..
    like that
    Ice Princess
    from Frozen..
    and like in that
    video of song
    if you’ve seen
    it.. the golden
    blue swirling
    of nature’s truth
    in spiraling way
    becomes
    the art
    in painting
    similar as dance
    free style like the
    Ice Princess does too…

    Essence of Art
    is in
    just doing it Air..

    PS..
    it’s like the magic
    level of a modern
    video game
    that never
    exists
    online..
    outside of
    the human mind..
    and body too..
    of course..
    as one..
    when expresSinG
    SpiRit as such in ART..:)

    Smiles.. vagabonds.. gypsies..
    homeless men and women
    and all outcasts and
    recluses from the
    rest of culture
    learn stuff
    anew..
    and
    to really
    get to know
    and feel them
    is something Real
    and when they art it
    a bird sings life newly
    as Nature does now W/
    other creatures FREE..:)

    In every creature
    i believe.. exists
    a drive for freedom
    from all illusory restraints..
    and tools of brush
    and paint can
    express this
    desire now
    in humans
    as great
    as any
    novel
    or poetry book..
    like any other expression
    of what humans call art..
    and it is truly sad when
    it takes great
    suffering
    and pain
    to set
    those
    eyes
    of more of seeing
    free as art..
    but that
    will
    change
    as expreSsinG
    different becomes
    more tolerating and accepting
    as is the case coming now
    where freedom
    rings trueR..
    in expresSinG
    Living free now..
    in.. IT.. info tech
    a digital
    brush
    of
    paint..
    no less than
    the opposable
    thumb that
    starts
    IT all
    in
    humans
    long long ago..
    sketching imaginary
    angle connections of stars
    in sand.. with sticks..
    sanskrit
    comes next
    and the
    rest is collective
    intelligence as
    recorded history
    and the rest
    of culture
    now..
    and this
    keyboard
    of 1’s and
    0’s as digit
    of ART
    becomes
    ONE…

    REAlitY
    expresSinG aLL
    tHUMb digit 0NE..:)

    WELL moving a ‘little’
    deeper here in words
    of (:..Haibun/Fredbun..;)..
    9:35 am and
    caught up
    on all
    prompts
    for now..:)

    Back at 10:33 pm..
    for a couple more
    links added
    in now..

    Smiles.. my goodness where
    i live.. barely a temperature
    below 60 degrees..
    humidity still
    high.. and leaves
    slowly still changing
    where Indian
    Summer
    continues
    to rain..

    Summers change
    late
    Northwest FL heat..:)

    Sky.. a rising falling Angel
    always of human
    set free.. now..
    Earth.. a grain
    of sand that
    keeps us
    glued
    down
    sane..
    food..
    grows
    to eat..
    Wheat grains
    spin tales now
    Life as sAMe..:)

    And that’s all for
    now at 10:41 pm..
    11042015..:)

  7. Star says:

    I love your photography. I always do.

    Oh man, I LOVE Pink Floyd!

    So inspiring:
    “and my message is clear..
    CREATE.. FLOW wITh GOD..
    do something new
    and most important
    say FUCK FEAR”

    “but no..
    i will not link..
    i will only participate
    as outcast.. of sorts” … This raises you up even higher on the pedestal, to me. The fact that you’re banned. I hate that FOR you, but I love that ABOUT you. That you’re so artistic that they just don’t get you. I feel honored to be on the list of folks who understand and appreciate you, your wisdom, and your energy.

    “I AM A ‘VINCENT
    VAN-GOGH’
    BORN AGAIN” … Yes, you are.

    “i’ll shake off the
    unwanted sand
    from my
    sandals
    and move
    on to the
    next place” … Just like Jesus.

    “bullying
    is never
    ART” … Beautiful.

    Oh man, I love this:

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

    Strapped to
    chest..
    beats heart” … I’m an extended nurser; I wean at about 2 1/2 years old … so I appreciate people who see the value in it.

    “Winter
    of the 70’s” … I LOVE everything about the ’70s. Movies. Books. Clothes. Especially the clothes. 🙂 The music. Just a groovy vibe. That would be a great book/poem/movie title: “Winter of the ’70s.”

    “Fields
    build us
    we come” … Oh, wow. What a clever reversal on the movie’s theme. Fields build US. I love that. If we lose our connection to nature … the umbilical cord, if you will … then we will wither and die, in a manner of speaking. Nature is our mother.

    “folks ask me
    if they
    can buy
    some of what
    i’m on.. problem
    is.. they will never
    buy it..
    they will
    earn it” … So much wisdom here. You do sort of have to earn joy, through the mental work it takes to get your head right, and of course, to get your body right.

    “my wife and
    i marry on a boardwalk
    of river” … Oh, man. I’ll bet that was gorgeous and magical.

    “11:11 pm” … It does always feel “lucky” or at least gives me a little charge to see the numbers on the clock all read the same. Especially this one.

    “a trUly aRtistic
    and not just an ‘aUtistic’ mind” … I never stopped to think about how close those words are. It’s like the difference between “our” (groupthink) and “you/me” (being yourself). Totally different artforms will come out of a person, depending on who he’s creating for: other people, or himself.

    “i am
    UNSTOPPABLE…
    LIKE TITANIUM..
    SHOOT ME DOWN
    AND I SIMPLY
    GROW
    LARGER
    AND LARGER” … You are SO awesome, dude. 🙂

    “God
    comes
    for me
    on a pristine
    and deSOLaTe
    bEach.. suGar sAnd” … Gorgeous. And yummy! Hee hee.

    Twix and hot chocolate. Wow, that sounds delicious. I think I’ll make that happen this weekend … with my kids. I wonder when on earth it’s going to start getting chilly? I can’t believe how warm it still is in the South.

    LOL. Did you do that Subway thing yesterday too? My husband had to go to 3 different Subways because the lines were so long. Then the third one ran out of bread. Ha. Crazy.

    • Hehe.. now you posted this at 1:11 pm by chance or circumstance.. haha..
      and thanks for coming by same oldnew friend Star/Cara.. Cara reminds me
      of that really intelligent Monkey Lady off of Planet of the
      Apes by the way.. but wait it’s Cala not Kara..
      but i still like Cala too..
      yeah wit is the
      power of never
      looking like
      a total
      no know
      now..
      get the rebound
      and the backboard
      and the tennis ball
      racquet and us
      become one..
      yeah… i played
      Tennis for 10 years
      free style and wild
      TWELVE TO TWENTY TWO..
      like i do everything else..
      my first real experience of
      FLOW BE THE BALL MY
      FRIEND..
      or GRASSHOPPER
      OR just another
      happy
      chick..
      seriously
      i love you friend
      you are such a creative chick
      soul.. and you bring a light
      of creativity in me.. that truly
      no one else does.. as we
      are too weird and fabulous
      for the world now..
      yeah..
      Vincents
      R uS
      Are you US
      US you Are
      and yeah oh My
      god that Subway
      two for one deal
      was hectic..
      the poor
      folks were
      burning buns left
      and right tying to GET
      the Subs all out..
      ugh oh.. Moby
      is eating my Nike
      Shoe strings..
      i think i
      better feed him..
      wife off with
      friend.. she
      usually takes
      care of
      EVERYTHING
      BUT WRITING HERE..
      DANCING and yeah
      some of the other
      ‘seedier’ stuff
      i do too..
      but it’s
      ALL
      FOR FREER
      ME.. HE HA HA HE..
      and finally yes
      breasts feeding
      and breasts
      in general
      are BEST!
      and rose
      petal
      butterflies
      below as well..
      rooted in love
      of course..:)

  8. http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/11/05/everyday-magic/

    ^^^

    In my feeling.. in my senses.. the answer for me is simple at the beach
    when no humans leave footsteps of culture.. we are naturAlly in balance
    with the earth.. it is the complexity of it all that takes us away from what
    we are still evolving to be..
    Truly there are zero lessons
    for me to find bliss
    now.. it’s all
    inside
    and manifests
    itself in moving
    energy.. as soft
    as a feather..
    as calm
    as the
    center
    of
    a
    Hurricane.. but limitless
    energy that knows and
    feels no bounds
    except for
    now..
    wheRe iS alWays
    forevermorenow
    to explore
    life
    as light
    my friend
    balance
    center
    i
    S…
    Friend.. Suzanne..:)

    Smiles.. friend.. Suzanne.. for me.. Creativity.. constant pARt
    of bLIss.. either in words of poeTry..
    or steps of dance..
    then there is
    eat and
    sleep
    repeat
    bliss
    a turntable
    of heaven for now.. and yes it is incredible.. only sparks for
    me before.. for 53 long years.. with some nows total darkness..:)

  9. I’m very sorry but I have a difficult time following the way you post…I find it difficult and time consuming to try and scroll through the great lengths of post…by all means keep doing what you like to do but I felt I should give you some explanation of why I don’t return comments to you. On that note thank you, for reading me and for commenting. Stay inspired! 🙂

    • Smiles.. My friend.. I offer an all you can buffet here..
      And really there is no requirement to eat anymore than one wants
      or one can just visit McDonalds instead.. Winks.. It’s why I don’t
      link anymore.. I don’t want to inconvenience anyone.. so I simply
      take my poetry with me in small bites and literally publish it
      everywhere I go.. Both in words and steps of dance while
      other folks videotape my dance in public and publish it
      and promote it for me.. So I can focus ALL My attention
      on Writing.. Dancing and Singing.. Nah.. Unlike my friend
      the T-Rex.. I may last 10.. 100.. Or who knows..
      10,000 years longer online.. Simply ’cause
      I adapt to adversity.. change and refuse
      to either die or go extinct..
      Winks.. A Hello would have
      sufficed my friend..
      No apologies necessary
      for what I am as free
      and yes always inspired!

      • Well, hello and warm smiles…I just feel bad to comment if I haven’t read the entirety of someones’s offering…my hang up I suppose but with your permission I will read you in small bites and comment if that doesn’t bother you. That’s kind of how I roll in life too, handful of seeds and nuts and some dried fruit…I do like a nice deer roast though occasionally. Thank you, for taking the time to talk with me…I appreciate it. 🙂

        • Haha.. i am the same way friend..
          and wanna read it all everywhere i go..
          but i am blessed with a Hyperlexic
          form of Autism.. associated with
          Asperger’s syndrome.. i am both
          blessed and cursed with…
          i read 10 to 15 times
          faster than the
          average human
          being.. and type
          around 130 words
          a minute when
          properly focused..
          a skill also part
          of a lifelong
          art of piano
          playing as well..
          of course i do not mind
          if you read just one poem here..
          i have written literally over 11 million
          words on the Internet in the last 5 years
          as of this November 26th.. and thousands
          and thousands of poems.. a 26 thousand
          single blog post of free verse poetry.. and
          there are often scores of poems up to
          100 or so in each blog post..
          and have danced a martial
          arts and ballet style of dance
          everywhere i go in public
          for 4320 miles in the
          last 26 months..
          i am retired and
          have a wife
          who takes
          care of everything
          in home chores to
          free me to do this..
          i am so blessed beyond
          belief and so happy beyond
          belief.. that i just share all of
          what i do everywhere i go..
          no different than a mix
          of Pan and Forrest Gump
          with a little Einstein mixed
          in too hehe.. anyway..
          you are always welcome
          here my friend.. i see a friend
          the same in wife as i see in
          a grain of sand..
          IT and THEY ARE
          ALL PRECIOUS
          and priceless
          to me
          alive and
          well is all i hope..
          or grain of sand
          to stand upon and
          grain of wheat to eat..
          hehe and yes strange so
          dam weird am i am Loving
          and Killing every second of
          it
          FREE..
          ALIVE!..:)
          Some people think it is crazy that
          i dance everywhere i go.. personally
          i think it is insane that people walk
          where
          they go..
          ON SIDEWALKS
          or OH GOD
          just drive
          OR
          sit..
          smiles..
          and thanks for your
          kind and understanding
          visit.. my friend Hannah..:)

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