12 Responses to Victory Song’s Dance of Love

1. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 15, 2015 at 9:38 AM

   So.. i’m dancing at the beach in sugar sand so deep
   air expanding out to see as breeze
   becomes me as one with
   waves of gulf
   free.. in
   twilight
   colors of
   light as
   magic now
   Lovers walk
   ahead.. now
   Lovers sit
   with each
   other on
   sands and
   shores of
   peace and
   my Lover
   is God
   as Nature
   whole with
   all others too..
   God touches me in
   ways.. that most may
   never feel now.. i wish
   they WiLL n0w fAll
   in Love
   UP with
   God of
   Nature
   this way
   i wish..
   IT IS
   My third
   wish to GOD of Nature
   as TRUTH AND LIGHT NOW..:)

   http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/11/14/vive-la-france/

   Smiles Suzanne..

   I’m always attempting to improve my philosophies of life..
   I appreciate your ideas here and I learned something new
   of the origin of the term Nike in myth and
   metaphor of the winged
   Greek Goddess of
   Victory.. and truly
   I learn something new from all
   poems as they often come from soul with
   the best lessons of life.. Smiles again..:)

   http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/11/15/searching-for-direction/#comment-14695

   ^^^

   Smiles.. Suzanne.. againx3.. Truly.. i could write a sitting Novella on this wonderful topic you bring to light here on life’s purpose of what you speak here as a beautiful and true quote in light to me as well.. per.. “It’s about being connected to nature – to the world around me – to the people in my community – and my internet community – it’s about our right to live in a free and just society where all are equal.”

   Ways of enlightening sparks of others to this purpose and mission in life.. is the way of the general metaphor of the Bodhisattva who has completed a satisfied state of White Light Love being.. in life.. and more than anything wishes to share and elevate that feeling and way of life in others.. so yes..

   The Yogi comes down from the mountain.. as White Light Love is never selfish and withholding.. and that is in our DNA as evolving humans in one lifetime in true epigenetic effect of unpacking DNA in today’s science terms.. as science is finally slowly catching up to Yogi’s in the Internal measurement of the human Universe.. albeit still slowly as the clunky scientific method cannot adequately measure human heart.. spirit.. and soul.. as that is a non-repeatable unique experience as experiment that cannot even be adequately repeated from second to second in one person’s existence as truly we are infinite beings.. every second of our lives.. no less than the rest of the Universe..

   But it is difficult to successfully tale this to a ‘scientist’ either in profession or metaphor.. who has not become the metaphor of Yogi.. Carl Sagan approached that.. with the help of external substance drugs.. but these fuller enlightened scientists are not common as the mechanical cognition mind as exercised constantly excludes more than half of human internal potential as expressed in life.. in terms of Moving heArt.. spiRit.. and soUl..

   So it can be a self fulfilling prophecy that scientists may never prove God exists.. as whole.. in science terms.. as those are not the terms that connect to God more fully.. ironically enough.. and sadly enough too.. as it can be almost impossible to get through to a person.. who is not currently capable of seeing the other side.. for biological/environmental reasons.. ironically enough too.. and sadder as well.. as it is the act and practice of science that is blinding them and not allowing them to see more .. and yes.. there is science behind what i am saying.. too.. so far in the metaphor of infantile form.. exploring the internal Universe of human mind and body balance in all its complexity and simplicity as well.. yes.. it helps to have the ‘weapon’ of science too.. to bring greater understanding to scientists too.. so ironic.. yes.. but true…

   Some of us are almost born this way as empaths.. feeling so much in senses and emotions that we need no external substances or drugs.. to achieve it.. a common metaphor for this that some folks take as literal is the star seed.. indigo child.. crystal child.. etc.. but nah.. it’s in our DNA.. this our home.. obviously.. but as usual.. myths often house the vehicles and vessels of truth and light.. but i need look no further for home than my backyard.. but of course all is one.. so all the stars are home too.. in elementary ways of the ingredients of life.. but not a place where any of us likely could survive as breathing human beings.. now.. or anytime before.. as we balance with the balance of this real home earth…

   Again.. i have written a 9800 word comment before.. where the formatting of Word Press falls apart.. and all becomes one big wall of block text.. so i will try to bring it to a close.. i often say that when i am talking with folks to just to remind my lips and or hands to stop one day soon now.. wInks for now..;)

   Humans are multi-colored human beings.. a fascinating opportunity and task in my life is to participate in a county wide leadership class named a sim-soc society.. as the military civilian employment life was grooming me up the ladder in administration of government programs.. and in that class and simulated society over a year of classes.. we are taught there is a primary color wheel of human beings in ways of personality that are green.. red.. blue.. and yellow.. and they graph that with a personality test to see where we fall.. i suppose i am one of the lucky ones as i fall almost directly in the middle of the color wheel graph.. with all the colors like a chameleon of sorts.. and i suppose that is part of being an empath.. seeing with so many eyes.. of human..

   In short.. the green folks are human connectors who can make the sales deals of successful human interactions either in love or material goods.. the red folks are the folks who enforce the laws like policeman.. military.. etc.. the yellow folks are the folks who make and interpret the rules like lawyers and judges.. and the blue folks are the artists.. who are often very emotional with ups and downs.. yes.. the soul tortured artist.. of what we often see online in the poetry world here.. but anyway..

   These are just the primary colors of personality illustrated here that make a society function.. there is a full color spectrum of human beings and beyond.. as some of us see so much differently and hear so much differently the lessons and general reality of life.. for example.. my tactile sensitivity innately is so jacked up i cannot stand to touch anything manmade.. so i spend my life with my hands closed.. and balled in fists.. to avoid the discomfort of even touching my pants.. unless they are silk.. and nah.. no silk pants for me.. smiles.. and no long pants either.. i can touch the skin and fur of my legs.. so i wear shorts.. even in the snow and 18 degree weather here in North Florida.. when that rarely happens.. smiles.. again…

   Human cognitive empathy is a life long process of learning to gain sympathy over the differences of other human beings.. to understand the differences of human beings.. is to better tolerate and accept the differences of others.. fortunately i am financially independent and can do the Bodhisattva thingy.. with no terms of commercial interest.. publishing books or any of that stuff.. a reality of gaining human subsistence for some.. and a great privilege i have too with the privilege that comes with a athletic looking military/law enforcement white middle age serious looking guy in real life.. that allows me to get away with many antics of joy to help other folks.. like dancing an extreme ballet/martial arts-like dance everywhere i go in public that most people would not be able to get away with.. so i count my blessings in this way regularly as it allows me better to serve no masters other than Love.. Love in general.. as Nature as well.. in what i understand is the higher power of GOD as gifted in us.. as well…

   So anyway.. life is a never ending story of Loving and Connecting and Learning more about each other to me to better tolerate and accept each other and help each other in growing a world garden of Human Love.. and what i feel and know and understand with human innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive knowledge of the DNA kind.. for what some folks describe with the term gnostic.. is that we as a species are evolving in just one life at an increased pace that comes with our increased ability to connect as a global tribe to learn more about the differences of each other.. to hold hands better without aversions of differences that are not understood well.. i see this garden of human growing no different than a mound or a hive of Eusocial insects.. difference being that we are all different and alike too.. and yes.. of course.. much more complicated too.. these journeys and multi-dimensional paths will continue like an infinite painting that has no end or beginning in beauty of art.. and like all art.. with blue human ups or downs.. there will be valleys at lowest depths and mountains at highest peaks.. but the bottom line is

   Love
   in human
   terms of tolerating
   and accepting each
   other as brother and sisters
   ONE with the rest of Nature and
   the FACT THAT AT LEAST SOME
   HUMAN BEINGS ARE CAPABLE OF
   this is proof that GOD EXISTS IN US..
   IT didn’t take 9800 words but this is
   my proof for people who
   ask me for evidence
   in less than
   11 million
   or 9800 words..
   smiles.. my friend
   Suzanne.. and i’ll
   keep working on my
   evidence for
   LOVE
   AND A GLOBAL
   SPECIES WHO
   LOVES EACH
   OTHER
   UNCON
   DIT
   ION
   ALLY
   NOW..:)

   Smiles.. Love to you as well.. my friend Suzanne..
   and yes.. it is quite a job of JOB in metaphor to
   find metaphors to help folks find the lights and
   truths of life that will work the best for them..
   there are thousands of ways.. and more..
   to metaphor basically simple essences of life..
   to grow as human heart.. spirit and soul..
   and an unlimited number of ears who hear
   differently.. so the work goes on as a
   practice of Love.. not much different than
   medicine.. i guess.. with potential fewer side effects though..
   for sure.. as Love is a drug that can focus on the problem..
   if experienced.. of course.. both Love and problems..
   of which the second is more common it seems
   these nows for sure.. for most folks..
   sadly enough.. but potentially fixable
   with practice and effort.. with Will and Love..
   and sure.. Grace too.. now.. smiles again..;)

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2. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 15, 2015 at 9:34 PM

   ^^^

   Oh what a long day.. a nice one too..
   on Pensacola Beach.. starting out as Batcat
   and ending up as kATman BEach.. anyway..
   a blog post titled something like that coming
   tomorrow or whenever.. but for now..
   the last post “Victory
   Song’s Dance of Love”..
   coming back again..
   with faster links to blogspot blogs..
   on Facebook.. for friends and other folks there..
   and back to responding in poetic responses to 28 more
   poems from Thursday Night open link night at dVerse..
   if i can stay awake to do that.. hehe.. as dancing
   in the deep sand at the beach with Athletic shoes..
   every which way.. can be rather exhausting..
   after 10 miles or so of doing it.. like Nike says..;)

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3. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 15, 2015 at 10:12 PM

   My first trip to the beach with my new iPhone 6s camera.. that promises better photos and doesn’t fail here.. as the quality rivals that of my wife’s Grand or so costing telephoto lens camera.. as it almost looks surreal capturing a still shot like this.. at the beach.. particularly the texture of the water.. where one might imagine walking on water like this.. but i had to settle for floating on sand.. which who knows.. likely feels better.. as i haven’t tried the walking on water thingy yet.. yet..;)

   Anyway.. an absolutely euphoric environment at the beach this evening.. and it’s pretty amazing that one can only see one couple enjoying this beauty in front of me walking on the beach.. it’s kinda sad thinking of all the folks on screens when they could be in a real world of beauty to feel in so many senses and emotions free as a beach.. with eYes of GOD.. yeah.. kATman Beach.. where “Atman” is a real deal.. per other philosophies and philosophers who address that metaphor as well.. for awakened and enlightened human beings..

   I took a total of 135 photos today.. and it was very difficult for me to arrive at a favorite one.. per the beach pictures.. as there is an endless palette in hues of color this evening.. but seeing is not enough.. one must be there to feel the bliss of Mother Nature in her most peaceful Love in Harmony generating state.. i for one know of or experience.. what a blessing to live here.. and perhaps a curse not to.. but the good news is.. so much bliss can be generated inside with eyes closed as well.. in free flowing dance and song of life..:)

   Oh by the way..
   yes.. this is that place
   ‘they’ forecast.. HEAVEN..
   HOW NICE of God
   to send me here..
   i owe God big
   time.. this
   debt i will
   pay in
   reciprocation
   continuing always
   now as a Joyful Labor
   of Unconditional
   Tough and
   Passionate
   Love once
   again
   now..smile emoticon..:)

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 15, 2015 at 11:23 PM

   Yah.. a SonG
   for that too..:)

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5. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 15, 2015 at 11:51 PM

   And finally a resounding note here
   from friend Himali’s Facebook Page..
   and good night from me..
   as responding to poetry
   will have to wait one more
   day for sleep here..:)

   Yes! I remain the oldest child in my hometown
   and with Will and Love stay that way now..
   Also as a clown to bring Smiles.. Laughs..
   And Joy.. As well as introspective thought
   to those adults who might like to join me..
   The eyes of a child clown..
   Smiles again.. Himali..:)

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6. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 16, 2015 at 10:08 AM

   http://artifactsandfictions.com/2015/11/16/looking-for-beauty/

   ^^^

   Smiles.. Suzanne.. This is what is wonderful about photography..
   Just for fun.. Finding beauty in both the large and small things in life..
   Dark and Light.. And of the brightest of all places.. That is where I s
   pend yesterday.. With my iPhone 6s camera and a dance in deep
   white sugar sand like Tai Chi spirals that never end in now with
   pastel colors of twilight on similar vibration and wave length
   with sea oats.. Emerald green gulf.. And me..
   And sure with poetry who needs photos..
   I for one cherish them without
   effective use of my sight for 66 months..
   A blessing.. Such a gift to me now.. The beach as me..:)

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7. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 16, 2015 at 10:10 AM

   A full night sleep after a full day of of Art in dance..
   and now for poetry.. after a dance in sand and sun again..
   in my own backyard of beach and paradise true and light..:)

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8. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 16, 2015 at 10:19 AM

   HI Sherri.. my dance friend.. of our ages.. winks.. and Smiles..
   i already did/do ‘write a book’.. 11 million words on the Internet..
   seriously literally 11 million words on the anniversary date
   when i started all of this.. November 26th.. 2010..
   5 years ago.. to escape the endless pain in my eye
   and ear of type two Trigeminal Neuralgia.. i
   personally like the electronic form of blogs for doing this..
   as i can add as many photos as i like with all the beautiful
   youtube songs that bring so much emotional inspiration
   to me along with words that never quite fit the full size
   of inspiration of image and song notes to me..
   additionally i abhor the restrictions of creativity..
   that come with the ‘Official way of doing stuff’ in life..
   Art is for beauty to me in both science and art..
   where no culture or religion can control me in
   free spirit of art in words and steps..
   and this is just another note to
   add to a tapestry of all that is..
   simply flowing like a river wheRe the
   river of spirit inside me decides where to go next..
   with little to no effort with the tide of God behind and with me.. smiles..:)

   Smiles my lovely friend Sherri.. i appreciate the art that lives in you
   where you can appreciate my words.. sadly perhaps.. i come
   across relatively few who tell me they do.. considering
   the effort i put into sharing it with the Unconditional
   Love that lives in me.. but those who do i treasure
   and appreciate.. as that light fuels the art
   in me even more.. for now it is enough to
   share it with friends like you.. here..
   and other strangers who are never strangers
   to me who become friends of art as well..
   and maybe one day.. when the art of writing slows..
   i might think and feel about publishing some of it..
   smiles.. but for now just art.. just art.. and Lord
   knows i’ve already written enough poems for an entire library of me..
   in print.. wInks.. big Inks.. from me and smiles.. again..smile emoticon..:)

   Thanks so much Sherri.. you are only the second person who has ever encouraged
   me to publish my poetry.. anywhere in this world.. and i encounter thousands
   of poet’s work a year.. rarely with any comments from them at all..
   and for me.. i can never let a human
   conversation go
   without
   reciprocation..
   and ha! i am the
   so-called diagnosed Autistic
   one with Asperger’s..wink emoticon..;)

   Yeah.. i think “that’s” the deal.. i’m usually the only one who can
   fully understand what i say.. even though it makes sense to me..
   and i suppose that is the thing.. that makes me Autistic
   with Asperger’s syndrome.. i wanna connect to other people
   really bad and have friends.. but it’s hard for them to get me..
   and easy for me to get me.. so ha.. at least someone always gets me..
   winks.. and much love to you.. my friend of over 30 years now.. and sure..
   you are a little bit like me in ways of different
   and that is what I love about
   you too.. smiles again..
   smile emoticon..:)

   And now to dance
   before i get
   back with
   the art
   of responding
   to the rest
   of dVerse
   Thursday
   open link
   night poet’s
   with 28 more
   poems and
   micro-poetic
   responses coming
   from me.. but clouds
   are coming.. so i am
   gonna enjoy the
   life giving
   full
   sun
   first..
   this morning..:)

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9. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 16, 2015 at 12:54 PM

   Hi Leah.. as they say Synchronicity.. my Emails continue to increase the more connections i make online.. a little concerned i might have missed an email from you again.. so my plan is to connect with you to make sure all is okay with you today.. and i get this email.. cool.. synchronicity again.. but nah.. this isn’t the first time i wonder how you are doing in your recovery from the burns.. after a month now of you returning to the flesh and blood bigger world..

   And oh yes.. your world in Romania.. as a child.. on the soils of war.. death and destruction.. is so far removed from the gentle soils where i live.. where being Autistic in that higher functioning way is challenging and eventually a life or death situation for me.. with the chronic stress of social challenges at work.. and all my stress related illnesses.. but nothing like your challenges on both your soil and in your home as you have related before..

   So i can only imagine the stress of the issues of terrorism discord that brings to you
   in Europe now.. in Germany as well.. where you live now.. just a hop
   skip and jump away.. with issues there as well..

   So glad you are feeling joy again.. perhaps my greatest obstacle to recovery for those 66 months of shut-in hell beyond 19 physical disorders mostly as a result of never ending chronic work related stress.. is the loss of not only pleasure but even the ability to feel sadness with a tear.. and as i think i have already related to you.. the death of a cat friend Sunny boy.. son of Yellow Boy.. injured in the wild with kitty aids diagnosed.. and us having the decision to put him down.. to keep the rest of the neighborhood strays alive and well.. is what finally brings a tear of relief for me.. in sadness..

   And in feeling this great weakness inside of almost zero emotions.. and zero tears.. with that tear.. i finally feel strength in my legs that had been leg pressing close to 500 LBS still over this 66 months.. with a feeling of spiritual power in what i consider the equivalent of emotional feelings of strength.. that made me feel so weak inside without that emotional spirit.. and so empty those 66 months in continuum.. no matter what the leg press numbers say empirically.. then.. except for that short respite of a few tears in April.. coming with my creative spark in March of 2013..

   And now there is almost half a ton slowly surely on a free weight parallel leg press machine.. with arms raised in air like a ballet dancer pumping iron in action.. but urethane sure.. as nah.. i don’t wanna crack the floor hehe.. for twenty-five times at ease.. but yes.. the grinch heart that grows.. so much bigger in size.. can be empirically measured too.. as the force of love in my heart.. converted to LBS as well..

   And i do mean this literally too.. as there is new science here too.. available in research.. finally understanding better of the internal Universe of human emotions.. senses.. down to the flesh and blood level and up to the multi-verse of human emotions and senses in feeling innate instinctual and intuitive ways of being..

   And force of physical power too.. where every human connection is a unique and growing Universe unto itself.. so yeah.. this here is the Universe of Fred and Leah in connection.. separate.. yet similar to all others in many ways.. too.. but still unique.. always special in it’s own way..
   like us as individuals as well.. he her..;)

   And finally recovery.. almost miraculously.. yes.. miraculously in an all natural way.. from pain and emotional emptiness.. in July of 2013.. with my first belly laugh in early August of 2013.. of which before i did not have a reference point of memory feeling if i had ever even smiled or laughed.. as without feeling there is no reference point of remembering feelings as remembering feelings are feelings of course.. a catch 22 of magnitude in real human hell now.. most certainly.. and why folks will self injure to feel pain over numbness when this emotional death in life comes..

   Anyway.. i work my heARt OUT now.. like an Olympic Sport in metaphor.. as i’ve been to that hell of no feeling.. and i ain’t going back.. and poetry.. dance.. photography in all i do and all other art i participate in of human connections.. is my insurance that I will not.. ’cause God HEAVEN IT.. (there is no damn in heaven) there is science to happiness of heArt too.. and science is faith too.. in assurance of continuing success.. in life of joy.. in what i just do now..:)

   And sure.. the Wrong Planet.. website overall.. is like ‘they say’ .. an overall great place for misery loves company.. particularly in that PPR.. Politics.. Philosophy.. and Religion section that was the only part that truly interested me.. with the Autism Speaks political controversy as just a mindless exercise of obvious logic that i would never win but kept fighting against.. then.. per dark emotional social cohesive forces of the imaginary demon of Autism Speaks that people used to bind together in the joy of misery.. that feels better than nothing of course…

   Sadly.. there is not much in school or college.. including psychology about the art and or science of emotional health.. that comes in metaphors of human heart.. spirit expressing that emotion of heart.. or the soul of a mind and body that is balanced at center.. neither stuck in just mind or body alone.. or too much of reality of existence in one yang or yin science or art way.. exclusive of the other…

   i went to the Wrong Planet for an escape from pain.. but now with my full emotions back.. and creativity as well.. that left me for about 40 years.. in the crude patriarchal ways of my small home town.. including the military administrative work life.. that says boys can’t smile or do art as boys just don’t do that.. AND without fuller expression of emotions.. art dies in heart.. spirit.. and soul.. without a doubt to me..

   And sometimes boys and girls try to bring emotion back with art as emotion becoming art and art becoming emotion.. music.. dance.. song in general.. painting.. yes art in general.. so many places of human journeys and paths to bRing hEart back to life.. as true human joy of Loving life just as it is for now.. needing nothing more but Life.. and appreciating that gift from the God of Nature so much they must share it with all others in a natural human altruistic way of unconditionAlly Loving life in all the ways that can and does come in life.. in art of human eyes.. connecting to all humans and Nature one..

   Like the Phoenix of me that is rising in that creative spark and tear in 2013.. and finAlly on a beach.. in July of that year.. going back the first time in 66 months.. where i FEEL ONE WITH THE WAVES AGAIN.. never an intellectual exercise there alone.. AN EXPANSIVE FEELING OF BLISS AS ONE WITH NATURE WHOLE.. with clear feeling that all of Nature and Beyond ISGODONe and same with us. NOWonE… with never any separation of illusory fears.. and all hate associated stuff related to illusory fears..

   A school of heart.. is never a science alone..
   and that is why we rarely see it in school..
   as school.. is more science than true human related art..
   and society has become more science than art.. even in ways
   of religion.. sadly as such in literal ways of being..
   rather than being in an expansive fuller living
   artistic and creative mind..

   So on December 25th.. 2010.. i finally get the strength and resolve.. where every word i type then is like a mountain of pain in my eye.. to scan my baby photo of the child with bright blue eyes.. that my mother tales me.. reaches out to every stranger to hug them.. not for them to hug me.. hmm.. yeah.. sounds like the opposite of Autism huh.. but my problem is i could not speak until age 4.. and my mind operates fast.. with senses and emotions so sensitive.. jacked up.. as an empath.. receiving what seems like the internal world as a radio receiver of external energy emotional and sensory.. and information.. in general of all types.. that when i finally could speak it comes out really fast and scattered.. as there is so much in there to get out..

   And yes.. i have a new diagnosis now by Doctors of Bi-Polar not specified.. disorder.. as when i get into that Doctor’s office and have to explain everything in ten minutes that is going on in my life.. it comes out really fast like this.. fast enough for me to process it fine.. as i have all the contexts.. but hey.. it’s hard to communicate thousands of words in 10 minutes completely coherently and slow.. so basically they think i’m ‘crazy’.. and might need something to slow me down..

   But what they don’t understand after viewing me since this diagnosis two years ago before i get well.. is this is how i’ve always been.. people loving me to death.. before i open my mouth.. yeah.. strange girls at dance events years ago then.. too.. as i give ’em a headache with all my passion of communicating too fast and too complicated for the ‘normal’ human to understand..

   And yeah.. fast is crazy huh.. and i am fast.. so fast.. and even my dance.. has become too much.. for most people to join me in.. even in the biggest dance halls of fast.. hehe.. but the reality is i am as peaceful as the eye of the hurricane of me.. inside no matter how fast the external winds come out.. hehe.. truly i am a Hurricane in this sense.. as metaphor.. Hurricane Fred haha.. all the time.. never dying out for now..;)

   But they see the joy in me.. and truly want some of what i’m on..
   people have been asking me for it all my life.. when i am healthy..

   So now i am sharing it with them..

   but nah..

   i cannot give it to ’em
   as i was born this way
   and the shining lights
   of that baby’s eyes
   live
   once
   again..:)

   Love you friend..
   and you know and feel
   i will always be here for
   you when you wanna
   chat.. and
   i feel you
   will always
   come back
   when you
   are ready for
   another LARGE injection
   of me.. hehe.. all NOW
   in joy my friend..
   all in
   JOY NOW..
   with smiles
   and grins
   and laughs
   now THANKS2
   THE GOD OF
   NATURE
   FROM
   ME..
   and to you
   too.. my friend
   Leah.. smiles AGAIN..:)

   Yeah.. we have something
   in common don’t we..
   i know i’m not
   very clear
   sometimes..
   as well.. but
   i keep trying
   and so glad
   you tolerate
   and accept
   ALLoF
   NOWHO
   I AMLOVEAGAINMYFRIEND…:)

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10. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 16, 2015 at 1:03 PM

    Smiles.. friends mean everything to me..
    and i suppose if i ever enjoy enough
    of life with friends.. the only poetry
    that will come
    from me is
    in words
    to friends..
    and sure it is already
    that way in a sense
    and feelings as i see
    and feel everyone as a friend
    whether now they see me that
    way in dark or light.. no different
    than when i am a baby.. but no
    one now.. can keep me from
    hugging others in poetry
    and dance.. whether
    a hug
    is
    returned
    or not..
    in steps
    or words..
    a Baby of
    Love WiLL
    FiND a way..:)

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11. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 16, 2015 at 2:24 PM

    Well.. it’s 2:24 pm..
    11162015.. to minute..
    and yes now i am
    making it back
    to dVerse to
    finish 28 poetic
    responses to poetry
    there from Thursday
    Open Link Night just
    for fun and Love too..:)

    Art of open forest roads
    lined by trees of
    nature’s details
    moving on as
    open future
    just a path
    no destination
    reAlly but going
    on and on now..
    as free and open..
    there is a now where
    i can not feel of any of
    this truth and light of Nature
    experience but the primitive
    excellence of innate IQ lives
    as me again.. on the open road of Living
    free and will enough for fortune’s Love breeze..:)

    Life of Nature
    color seasons bright
    Love of human
    colors
    all
    Light..:)

    Smiles.. i am always sad.. when ‘they’ tale me
    they cannot see/feel God.. but i understand
    as they may never see as through
    the
    eyes
    of the
    woman
    who loves
    me.. there are
    miracles in life
    and the fAct that
    my wife is in my life..
    is all the evidence i need
    to believe in an all merciful
    God..
    and
    one
    i know NOW
    and feel not so
    well of pain sad+
    as then.. a tree of
    Love lives with me now..:)

    Sadly.. there are many
    empty vessels of human
    beings just waiting
    to get the human
    race back..
    misanthropy
    comes in bits
    of thrown away
    apple core of
    evil in
    heArtless eYes..
    somenows illustrating
    dark shadows in death
    as religious groups and
    othernows framing as
    the entire human race..
    when
    vacant
    stares
    become
    evil now black
    snares of death..
    even when living..
    Love is the answer
    but an answer long
    ago never painting
    vehicles and
    vessels of
    human
    fear
    and hate
    in terrorist wake…

    If there is any magic in dementia
    it is the emotions that
    go last.. if there
    is any terror
    beyond
    terror
    in life
    is when
    the emotions
    go first.. and the
    mind is left sinking
    and knowing a
    quicksand
    that
    never ends..
    and of course that
    can happen at any
    age of human hell..
    incarnate
    on
    this earth
    just now
    in eYes
    of
    cold
    deep beyond
    human heArt…

    A taste of nature
    the sweetest dream
    more than cookies
    and ice cream
    treats..
    sure a
    challenge
    in naked
    reprise
    butt an
    echo of
    free that never ends
    in flesh that connects to all..:)

    Smiles.. i suppose nameless forces
    can be harder to relate to..
    than labeling one’s
    of anthropomorphic
    identity..
    sweet Abigail..
    of gale force winds
    is kinder than
    winds
    that flood
    a human home
    but tests are
    common
    in all
    stuff
    life
    and Abigail
    is teacher whose
    gale will be heard..:)

    Sadly.. the message of
    Jesus can be
    completely
    missed unless
    his prophecy
    of folks
    after him..
    yes.. doing
    much more..
    comes true..
    i trust
    Jesus
    on this
    one as
    completely
    already true..
    and still now coming
    true to save the world..:)

    Smiles.. tears.. gift
    saving Grace..
    danCinG
    sWinGinG
    through crystal
    chandelier
    fLiGhts
    GRace
    LiGht’s
    LoVe..:)

    Smiles.. i’ll make another comment on one of your other poems..
    (:..i don’t do candy at all..;) just a note on your Post Script question..
    per wordpress posting features.. if you don’t like the new blue
    screen editor for posting.. you can click on dashboard first
    and click on posts next.. and then click add new post..
    that will take you back to the old black/gray and white
    wordpress editor.. that keeps the
    posting options same as in the past..

    Recently..
    the new version
    stopped hyperlinking
    photography automatically
    to the wordpress library..
    which can help
    stop folks
    from scraping
    photography and
    using it for their own sites..
    which is really okay with me..
    as i try not to own art.. haha..

    But i just want people to be able to enlarge the photos
    when the hyperlink works.. taking one back to the larger
    word press library photo.. as my blog is almost equally
    photography with poetry and prose.. and not one
    for slow computers and or slow
    broadband access for sure..;)

    Oh.. no.. dizzy.. no fun..
    Vertigo i used to get
    from just standing up
    from a meal or walking
    around the block as
    my blood no
    longer makes
    it to my head..
    Dysautonomia..
    where brain
    and nervous
    system now
    no longer
    properly
    controls
    heart
    rate
    and blood
    pressure
    in synch..
    only cure
    is making..
    growing
    muscles
    stronger to pump
    blood.. and now
    i spin with bigger
    muscles and dizzy no
    longer controls me.. hehe..
    A butterfly lives on land again..
    but oh noX2.. my wife gets dizzy
    from just watching
    me dance spin
    now..
    heher..;)

    Dragon fly WinGs
    oldest flying
    machine
    and longest
    living being
    along with
    roaches of crawling
    night and flying skies
    both are credit to
    God’s
    Nature
    eYes..
    wheRe balance
    stays key
    to being
    and
    staying
    here
    liV
    InG
    LonG..
    all Gods
    eYes.. brave and free
    Whole allone and never
    separated
    ever
    alone..
    the roach and
    the dragon fly
    are brothers
    and sisters
    and
    friends too.. still now
    of God and us too..:)

    Highlight fairs around
    the world sing
    stars of joy
    in human
    heart.. as humans
    are made to live
    together and
    it is the
    separate
    that can
    be lonely
    and truly insane..
    at least an online
    connection can
    bRinG dreams
    of real
    human
    civilization
    again together
    free and sane..:)

    Slow pause.. death
    abrupt ending
    where now
    last forever
    in pain
    and joy..
    where death
    makes life
    and life
    makes
    death real..
    light and dark..
    the human condition…

    Smiles.. i too take my
    heart.. tears.. fears..
    putting them in a box..
    and fortunately now
    for me.. i then am
    able to retrieve
    the heart and
    tears minus
    fears..
    a lesson
    and accomplishment
    of a lifetime of me..
    total Love
    with zero
    Fear..:)

    A place where skin
    becomes fibers
    of a couch..
    an air of
    ventilating
    system where
    roar’s air becomes
    human being
    same..
    a place
    to grow
    expanding
    wings.. a heart
    grows in body
    moving.. regulating
    integrating whole
    in emotional
    and sensory
    control
    balance..
    a butterfly
    emerges well again..
    yes.. been there done
    it for over 5 years..
    reaching 66
    months.. then..
    but yes.. again..
    even at my age
    and greater.. life
    can and will get
    better.. as nows go by..
    and for me every step forward
    now
    is key to
    light
    and
    dark as
    not so well.. finAlly..
    and now.. so very well..:)

    Smiles.. interestingly.. a phenomenon
    of changing brain waves
    from beta
    stress to
    alpha
    relaxation
    to theta flow
    in creative
    cosmic freer
    consciousness-
    like connections
    to all around us..
    can and will occur
    on a country drive
    without stress
    associating
    distractions..
    that fall
    us down
    to beta
    waves
    once
    again
    as stress.. comes us..
    and some folks only
    find it in places like this
    where meditative flow
    comes real.. true.. and free
    and we let all the other stuff go..
    away.. from a new wave.. of peace..:)

    Human condition.. so varied
    and freed and trapped
    and tried and
    scorched
    and burned
    until emotions
    and senses
    come under
    control and
    all peace
    of river
    and winds
    breeze.. Credit
    human written
    language.. collective
    intelligence and all of
    culture for drifting away
    from inner control.. without
    all the distractions that rarely
    change.. Nature changes and
    makes it harder to get stuck
    in associations of
    past..
    but sure..
    manual drive
    is possible too..
    where Diwali
    lives inside
    with
    us shifting gears
    of light dark as all of we..:)

    Imagine a race of human beings
    all of them sitting still
    or standing sit
    with heads
    bent down
    in great
    reverence
    to the God
    of a five inch
    screen.. growing
    a little bit at least..
    in screen size
    with
    heads
    still down..
    from the Savannah
    we go to a scream of
    a four
    inch screen..
    wheRe love letters
    are lost in candy crush
    games..;)

    *
    A change so real.. a change so close..
    from hunting and gathering
    to escape the cave..
    to agriculture
    and planting
    to harvest
    crops..
    to machines
    and automanwomen
    holding gears and levers
    in industrial way.. to
    Info technology
    and back
    to the
    cave..
    what comes
    around goes around..
    but i’m staying outside..;)

    Ah.. before the apple..
    before the fall
    there are
    apple
    trees
    and free
    are
    we..
    apple in the
    eYeS of Nature’s Goal
    living.. just living.. to be..
    as is is now.. floWeRinG ALive..:)

    ThrOne iS readY
    pastUre free..
    it is we who
    must study
    raiSinG
    worLd
    hiGher
    eYes
    hYmns
    hiM.. wheRe
    greater iS necessary..
    setting entire world free..:)

    Smiles.. a little box can follow us
    around all our life..
    or we can
    simply
    live now..
    as.. as is
    as Love..:)

    Freedoms new gifts
    from centuries
    old of prisons
    in so many
    ways of
    patriarchal
    souls… to
    escape back
    to soft love holds
    a place that sings
    an archetype wholENonE..:)

    Star wars is not my wife’s pleasure..
    Internet ways of connecting
    or problem solving
    always
    so unlike
    her.. Best of
    life is in change
    so opposites do
    attract
    the best
    in me too..
    she in her room
    and me in mine..
    i see my father
    and his
    third wife
    do this and
    now i am here..
    no longer now on
    couch intWinInG
    as Love.. but best
    friends make it
    in decades
    long
    trial.. oh different.. i Love..:)

    Black leafalls now
    on concrete streets
    moods risEn..
    concrete
    bottom
    grain
    last
    sand
    heArt
    unglue
    together..
    what comes next..
    concrete crack..
    sprout peaks
    just
    above
    last
    whole
    depth..
    riSinGonce
    agaIn.. graIn
    sAnd now liVes..
    sparKLinGleam..:)

    Nomads of modern
    days spread out
    from villages..
    two by two..
    opposites of
    ark they stray..
    where togetherness
    leaves.. loneliness
    thrives.. an
    answer.. an
    approximation..
    Interent hands..:)

    Candy apple red..
    oh fruits desire..
    but all that
    matters
    is the
    taste inside..:)

    Paths of wooded roads.. trees straight
    trees cooked.. leaves
    colored.. leaves
    faded.. with
    life what
    counts..
    just journey..
    Living Now..:)

    28 poems
    in four hours
    around 6
    minutes a-
    peace in
    Chandelier
    fun for me.. sWinGinG
    through the words
    with the greaTesT
    of ease..
    a pARtY
    with my fingers
    comes to a real
    keyboard close..
    and now.. oh GOD
    it’s finally WORK-OUT NOW!..:)

    6:45
    pm..
    and now to post
    when i come back.:)

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