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..
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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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..:)
^^^
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’..;)
“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..;)
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..:)
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..:)
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..:)
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..:)
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..:)
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..:)
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..:)
Dancing is a gift and so are words…so many gifts to share and you’re expression of your gifts is inspiring!! Happy day always! 🙂
You too.. My friend..:)
Thank you!! 🙂
:)!