triNiTy of Love

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Facebook Friend and friend since 1980
Benny.. provides a video
illustrating well that
folks with
status and
power control
other folks through
illusory fears leading
to hate and divide and
conquer instead of
unification and
cooperation..

and i say..

Planet of the
Hairless Apes
Stronger
together..
-Caesar

And to be clear
that’s a quote
from the Planet
of the Apes series
of movies.. where the
Apes are rising up in
SanFrancisco to take
over the world together
in the Dawn of the
Planet of the
Apes.. where
modern human
has become functionally
disabled by culture and the
hairy apes of the forest are
far more robust as well
as intelligent
in the most
important
intelligences
of imaginative
creative movement
emotional regulation
and sensory integration..
as well as sensual intelligence
too.. in ways of reproducing.. etc..
and of course there are the outlier
socio-pathic apes.. who wanna
divide and conquer and are
pushed off the
cliff by
the socially
cooperative ones
as was the case in
previous human history
before socio-pathic leaning
folks gain access to money
and guns and other
warring
tools
of dividing
and conquering
including psychological
illusory tools of fears to
control and subjugate others
including religions with faux
Gods away from
the God of
Nature
who always
has and always
is now.. just now
A L L T H A T I S
as wild and free as
we socially cooperating
human beings who share
instead of rape and pillage
and collect stuff to the top of
a garage to death do they part
from the lies
of culture
never
truly
alive
in the first
place or second
place away from
the God of Mother
Nature Truth and LiGht
Free just Free as we can
be together as one force
of human now with
the God
of Nature
when truly
innately free
to be what the
God of Nature
still evolves
us to
be out
of the experiment
of dividing ways of life…

And then i visit sweet most
reliable longest Facebook friend
Rafiah from Pakistan where she
changes her avatar of not her in
a profile photo to a real
girl in a burka
that appears
to be mischievous
with big eyes.. and
the fleshy hands of a
child with thumbs up..
and i’m thinking yeah..
that’s her little sister
that likes to
dance
all dressed
up in the traditional
Burka that little girls
don’t normally have
to wear..
but i’m not
100% sure
so i say..

#hmmphotoswithoutname ..wink emoticon
Never the less 2 thumbs up x 2 = 4..smile emoticon

Rafiah says..

#imissedyou Katie Mia
#ilikehashtagging

i say..

#@alwaysjustahelloaway ..smile emoticon

And so then my heart is warmed
for the day as a middle
age man of 55..
is friends for
a year and
a half with
a 22-year old
Muslim college
student in Pakistan
where she reached out
to me when i have a friend
named Lala Rukh.. seeing
what i write poetically
on her blog and LaLa
young as well.. at
21 then.. and Rafiah friends
me on Facebook telling me
i have a beautiful heart..
which just goes to
show that Jesus
is correct.. humans
of different genders
can be loving friends
regardless of age..
gender
nationality
religion
or other
cultural superficial
differences ’cause
we are the same
as emotional
beings with
heArt
spiRit
and soUl
when free and not
clouded by the restrictions
of cultures.. as truly if i lived
next door to Rafiah without this
online access.. as a non-relative
of hers.. we would probably
never meet
eye to eye
or speak
to each
other
meeting
each other
alone on a street
of life.. as that is
not allowed
in her culture..
and really
it’s not considered
fully appropriate for
a happily married male
of middle age where i live
to become good friends with
a college-age beautiful girl
and yes.. the one time
i saw Rafiah’s photo..
that she quickly
erased as
she seems
quite shy in
showing her
face online..
she is
a very
beautiful
girl.. and i cannot
say i have ever seen
anything less than
a beautiful
girl/woman
from
her area in
the world..
as it just seems
a standard of that
flavor of human genetics
to be beautiful where she
lives.. but yes.. her heArt
SpiRit and SoUl is what
i love as human
being same
as others
regardless
of what the skin
and clothes look like
on the outside now
or then..
it is
the being
of human that
counts.. not the
superficial stuff that
eventually wears off
one way or the
other as
life
will
come..
anyway.. i treasure
my friendship with
Rafiah ’cause she is
a real person the way
real people used to be
in the US before they became
so jaded by commercialism of
human being.. in ways of materialism
over flesh and blood being that goes
much deeper
than
skin deep
but skin
deep as well..:)

And Rafiah also provides
a video of a poor boy with
flip flops.. where one of
his shoes breaks and
he cannot put
it back together
while
a rich
boy with
shiny shoes
that he polishes
as new.. loses a
shoe climbing a train
and the altruistic poor
boy.. chases the train
with one shoe
on.. to give
the rich boy
his
beautiful
shoe back..
he cannot catch
up and in a last
ditch effort throws
the shoe to him as
hard as possible but
it falls to the ground..
then the rich boy
throws
the
other shoe
of his to the
poor boy to
give him two shoes..
but you see when Rafiah
friended me on Facebook
she is the Rich boy and i
am the poor boy.. as
i have no real online
friends then..
and she
has many
girlfriends
where she
lives in Pakistan
so she gives me a
New shoe of friendship
that is much greater
than any
manmade
shoe ever
made.. as it
inspires me with
Greater Love..
and there
is no
price to put
on that shoe of Life..:)

Facebook Friend Rafiah says..

Wearing a burka does not mean that
one can not socialize and one has to
isolate oneself from the society. smile emoticon
So if you were my next door neighbor, we would
have had a lot of fun. grin emoticon We would
have watched movies and tv shows together,
we would have dined together, I would have
made you check and try my new receipe food,
imagine BBQing together, I would have gossiped
with you about my girlfriends, teachers,
university, my parents, my little sisters,
my lame brothers and everything. smile emoticon
What I like the best about the video is how the
poor boy tried his best to give the shoe to other boy
despite the fact he was seeing the pair with great urgue
to have them. he preffered others happiness over his.
I particularly liked the idea
of sacrifice. smile emoticon

i say..

Smiles my friend.. Rafiah..
that is human freedom
and i am so glad i am
your friend and
that you
are free
to Love
others
no matter
what you wear..
Smiles and the only
part of that we cannot
do now is BBQ.. but i will
show you photos of that too..
as your BBQ that you provided
photos of looked very tasty.. my friend..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/01/winter-green-smell-grass-free-verse.html

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In response to an Internet
‘preacher’ that does
not have a fond
taste
for the
fairer gender
it seems.. as he
seems to think
that free
‘LIBERATED’ women
are the problem
of the New World
as well as all stuff
associated with
law
and order
to keep
all from
going
bonkers..
and not too keen on
mommies and daddies
it seems as well..
with obvious
disdain
for folks
unlike him..
who THINK THEY
are the smartest folks of all..
with standard IQ points
and stuff
like
that..
and a masters degree in history..
Hmm.. a super ‘Libertarian’ dude
singing to the choir…
but what is most
interesting is
if only
he could
find proof
that God exists
he could double
his money.. ’cause
that is all that’s blocking
him from gaining millions
more customers.. anyway..
i’m not going to donate..
’cause the only
time ‘you’ actually
spend any actual
effort in responding
to comments is when
folks mention donating..
hmm.. i for one now am
financially independent
and don’t have to engage
in any money stuff at all…
but i have a secret in
PLAIN SIGHT for you..
i can prove with
zero percent
variance
that God exists..
YES i have the
GREATEST GIFT
that can bring you
bunches more dollars..
as you do provide
some interesting
facts.. but
it’s sad
that your
mother put such
a horrible taste
in your mouth
regarding
all stuff
believing
and the all
important divine
feminine Love
that was not
a gift
your
mom
could give you..
sincerely with
sympathy
on that
my friend..
as my mama
loved me and
i don’t hate the chicks..
OR FOLKS WITH
DIFFERENT
RELIGIONS
AND STUFF
LIKE THAT..
anyway.. i see a
sad little boy
in your
eyes without
Love and that
my friend is the
saddest human
trauma of all..
the little
boy who
will never
fill up
the place
of Loveless
Mothers
or Daddies..
and gains a
great resentment
to one or the other or BOTH
GENDERS WHO did not provide the LOVE
AND OR GOD TOO.. AS GOD IS
LOVE AND without
that human
attribute
there is
no God
LESS or
more..
my friend..
sadly as one
does or does not feel GOD..
REAL.. AND TRUTH AND LIGHT
NOW AS WISDOM
AND THE MOST
IMPORTANT
FORCE OF SINCERE
AND LOVING EYES
THAT
IS LOVE
MY FRIEND..
to be clear i am
just practicing free
verse poetry on you..
wInks.. you can ignore
if you like or delete as i
will be using this comment
elsewhere my friend.. sweet dreams..
additionally.. i do free verse Anthropology
as that is one of my three degrees and
you are quite a case for study my friend
so i might be
back to
visit
to learn
a little more
about your case..
smiles.. with all
due fun.. my merry chap..
Anarchy is dangerous
when actually
practiced
and to
do it
from
Canada to
fuel the fire
already alight
in the U.S. is
dangerous stuff..
my friend.. for US..
oh God.. help me..
i’m being
tribal
again..;)

1718

i for one rest my case
of humans on the
backs of loving
Bonobos
who
are more
like Jesus
than so called
modern ‘Christians’
or most any other
religion will
be.. did
you know
that even the
Dali Lama..
clearly
states there
is no place
for homosexuals
in his ‘regime’.. sadly
that takes him out of the
ranks of Bonobo crown
and jewel of
loving
primates
wild and free..
unlike the chimpanzee
so often rated as the closet
cousin of human that
rapes and
pillages
as a common
practice
of getting
ahead..
let’s just
say Bonobos
are more into
oral sex than
getting
ahead..
oh the irony
in human language
huh.. wInks.. yes God
is a laugh.. a thrill and a
smile.. but especially
if one comes
all wrapped
up in Bonobo
fur..
Anyway it’s true our
closest cousin Bonobos
regularly engage in all types
of sexual orientations to regulate
human aggression.. violence
and in the tribe
ways of
World
War
three of
species ONE..
as humans could
be today.. if they
just strip off
the cultural
clothes and
no longer lie
to the Love that
innately.. instinctually
and intuitively lives inside
when not oppressed.. repressed
or subjugated for control
through illusory
fears of being
in all ways
of hate
and
division
human…
heHEr..
Mother Nature
rules with Freedom of
Human Expression.. the genie
is out of the bottle and the
genie is God live..
free.. wild
and real
as God lives
in us.. as Loving
human beings
real.. male
and female..
but yes..
the fairer
sex is all i need
for Love.. even
one wife is enough
but hey.. i ain’t everyone
else and never expect
everyone to
be like
me..
as diversity
is the best biodiversity
of God that exists as
REAL AND LIVING
US IN TOTAL
HUMAN
FREEDOM
YES.. WILD AND
LOVING FREENOW!..
i do not have to imagine
heaven.. as i found my
roots in
bonobo
Love
and yeah..
man this Love
as Heaven is REAL..
AND SO IS THE REAL
GOD THE SAME GOD
THAT LIVES
IN BONOBOS
TOO..
smiles..
i’m feeling
light heARted today
but my name is Fred
and not
Ted..
oh by the
way my Uncle
and his son
are both
named
Ted and
hey that
rhymes with
Ned too.. my
other named
friend gigoid..
but Frederick
and Theodore
are the more
‘academic’
sounding
names
of
us..
with Love
of Course
wRite on Course..
and dam almost every time
i come here i read something
slightly different that i’ve already
said by someone especially famous..
and sometimes anonymous..
or even you..
but
hey..
yes now..
the Lovin’s
in the sharing..
and that is what
humans do best
when wild and free..
the Loving Creatures
still evolving to be now
when
set
free
of course..
wRite on
course
aGain as
Mother Nature’s
Truth and LiGht
‘WiLL’ have iT NOW..:)

Smiles.. my friend
yes.. you are correct
about the Dali Lama
according to the
“Buddhist Book”
it’s not okay by
him.. according
to quotes from
Wiki..
but not unlike
the Pope and
my Catholic
Monsignor
who does
our mass..
secular
toleration
and acceptance
of those differences
is the state of both
their humanities
today.. now..
yes..
it’s
hard to
escape
the dirty water
of the past.. but
i for one.. will neither
throw out the Dali Lama
the Pope.. or the local
Monsignor.. babys
as they
are at least
moving in the
correct direction
of smart and unconditional
Nature’s way of Freedom and
Love at least in most human cases..
but of course there is room now for
change
as no one
is perfect
not even
Nature
as perfect
would be the
same and truly hell
now.. always the same..
Perfection is a human
construct of hell
but far
from
reality
as far
as i for one
see and feel it..
it is tapestry of art..
and in free hand.. now
art is
never
same..
whether
God or ours
as sAMe..:)

SMiLes..
truly it is hard
to escape politics as it is part
of tribal instinct.. Sports work better
as usually the game ends without death..
Soccer seems to work for that..
More bAlls of Soccer and less
guns that fear and hate..
Freedom of expression is
the only key i know and
feel both dArk to LiGht..:)

2432

Two more late
comers to
Tuesday’s
Scent prompt
from dVerse poet’s
pub.. so i’ll finish
that up here..
and then
it’s time
for yes..
clouds
and sand
dance today..
and then Rave
dance much later
tonight.. and before
even that open link
night for a variety
of fuller free
poetic expressions
at dVerse that i will
respond to in micro
and macro poetic
expression somewhere
in a comment sectioned
off area below
for more
word play
fun!
and sure
deep philosophy
metaphysical
cosmology
religious
Godolgy
stuff
as well..
for allthatis
aka God as WeLL..;)

WeLL..
yes.. youR
Well of ink
smELLs of
confidence
my friend..
and attiTude
iS everything
aS WiLL iN uS
Free as RElative
WiLL Can be aS US
as Now aSonG PoeTry
SinGs
and
DAnces.. sMells
uS.. mY friEnd!..:)

*
So what will the smell
of Love be.. baby’s
breath.. mother’s
breast..
or what
comes before
that.. it’s
black
and white
and shades
of grey.. it’s
blood and bones..
soft young skin
and aging
sagging
eyes
of
caring
for Grandkids..
older.. no.. i don’t smell
the best.. yeah.. those
congenitally closed
up sinuses of mine
inhibit that somewhat
but as a super
sensitive
sensory
sensual
and empath
person.. oh GOD
trust me.. i smell
enough to
know
and
FEEL
the
Taste
of Love..
and i Sing
and Dance to
escape what the
empath me feels of
all the fear
and hate
that lives
around me
until i move on
to a desolate
beach without
OR WITH
the human
footprints
of
hate and fear..
So.. i sing.. and
dance a lot and
carry on a way
word
word..
LOVE..
i really hate
that i put an asterisk
on this one.. as truly
it was worth
sharing..
in homes
that no
longer
accept
A
hand
FOR
tHis World
and Sun of Love..:)

2734

And now to
Open Link
Night at dVerse..

*
Cold
fish eyes of
politics.. status..
power hungry for warm eyes
of Love that never comes
before or after potential
birth of love.. CEO’s
executives.. most
all the same..
but it is
the power
hungry.. the
status and
money hungry
who build the biggest
concrete bridges too..
Infrastructure.. Internet
Airwaves.. yes.. the
dArk tbRinGS
us into
liGht
aS WeLL..
Motivation spells
Love or success
and sometimes
success is the
bridge to
Love
in
cold eye
fish
that
help us capture
more Love of US..:)

Love a
SonG
a eye
a hold
a dream
that bRinGs
more than words..:)

Strangers
of tribal
excitement
protecting
resources
in Western way..
lines of soldiers
in cowboy clothes..
one side against the
other.. always one way
or the other.. question
becoMinG can Western
ways invite
more than
bullets
from
the other side..
funny how human
instinct
lives
the same..
Cowboys against
the Raiders works
better
sane..
my friend
Glenn.. now..
and i kinda
miss ‘that’
Appaloosa
so wild and free..:)

‘They’ say at the vortex
of all atoms is swirling
energy no different
reAlly than
any tornado..
hurricane..
or vortex..
and we at
core are that
energy.. matter
illuSioN.. Force..
joYful Force..
Atoms spin..
i learn
below
above of me..
Joy.. now.. all the
positive eMoTioNs
spiRaLinG ForCeN0W
that becomes i as I
Dance Atomic
Joy below
above
iS
ME..
as long as
i swirl as
atoms
inside
out
side
all
a
‘r o
u n
d
AM
i
AM
Force as I..:)

Side note here..
in pArt inspired
my Sanna’s
Joy poem
and Quantum
Physics of
all
’round
more of
reality
now.. inside
outside.. above
so below of course..
as we as navigators of
the Force of US.. grow
stronger or weaker
as dArk
or liGht
forces of
metaphor
as Quantum us..
i am an Atomic
Fueled creature
of God.. sure Godzilla
is more than just a lizard
don’t you know.. and feel
the atomic Force as core
of uS.. hmm.. perhaps
you don’t until
it leaves..
it takes
much
pain
and suffering
to lose this Force
but truly losing it
almost all..
allows
one
to feel
at core..
and even graduAlly
direct this Force of
that as iN deed iS
function of
Vibration
and Frequencies
as Nuclear energy
of US..
Song is more
than song it is
vibration changed
into human emotional
energy in many nuanced
more ways than human
language
can possibly
come close
to approximating
in potential of WE..
To change our vibrations
higher for force of us
as frequencies
can be done both
through Music
and Dance
of Song
too..
and sometimes
the music is only
us as throaty creatures
who can roar if no longer
repressed no less than Gorilla
expanding Force of Natural Ape..
Sound is both mover and healer
and mover is both Sound and
healer..
all works
together as
Love when vibrations
and frequencies take
us higher and higher
as liGht
while
dArk
vibrations
and other frequencies
can take us lower potentially
than ever before.. we are
all truly
instruments
of Allah rolling
off my Tongue unlike
the word God in only
one point of contact
of roof of mouth..
It is the song
and dance
of us
that moves
both the
Universe
as ONE
and us
as same
as the
REST of GOD..
metaphor or literal
it matters not.. when
you have the Force of God
within you directed as ONE
force together GOD ALLONE
THERE IS NO MISTAKING
THIS HIGHER
POWER THAT
TAKES
US SO
MUCH FARTHER
IN LIFE THAN
EVER BEFORE
i can not make
one or necessarily
teach one.. to seek
find.. use.. and
practice
this higher
Force of
GOD in US
but sure..
i can show what
it looks like on
the outside.. my
friends.. as i
continue to use
it here..
in signs
and symbols
of GOD ALLONE..:)

Faith..
Hope..
Belief..
Love..
all real human
energies with
matter names..
Essence is Energy
and Force.. no matter
emotion or nuclear
bombs.. joy
as essence
is
atomic
Energy
and as real
as real iS as Force..
funny how people
spend their life as
matter and rarely
focus on the
reality
of Force
of Energy
at ALLNOW..
the smaller the
muscle against
the larger energy
is no match for
Nuclear
creatures
directing
Energy sAMe as i
AS Force of NOW..:)

SMiLes
Peace
Nature
absence
human
stress..
mist
forest
pieces
mystical
Love away
from Strife
Force Peace
aLive as NOW..:)

Left vs Right
Black vs White
Light vs Dark
at one point
i only make
lists but
creativity
rules
rules
NOW..:)

At a point in my life
i could not imagine
what it would be now
not to see beauty
in Nature for
that to be
enough
for me..
some folks
just don’t feel it
as it is not a given..
now as Love.. Beauty
is a force of emotion sadly
that not all share.. so now
even the dark among us
must be understood and
even accepted for us
to accept
it all
as is..
and do what
we can to bring
fields of dreams
a place where
where beauty
and Love
can live
for
more..
to never
find meaning
and purpose in
just living is the
farthest thing
away
from
Living
at all..
and truly most
fear and hate starts
in the unloving arms
and hearts of parents
well before age three
or any
words
at all..
the enemy most
often is gone
and that
is
Lack
of
Love
my friend..
so long ago..:)

i suppose
if depression
could really
show as
movie
or poem
there would
be less stigma
and more wanting
to understand
and gently
help
move
the suitcase
on for where it
can go
next..
sickest of the
sick often receive
the least love or care..
and to be clear i have no
idea if
you’ve
ever now
experienced
anything like
what your words
bring to me.. but
it is what
it is
my
friend
to me..:)

Smiles.. then
it wasn’t until
i figured out that
no one really cared
after dying as life..
that i really cared
and now that
i understand
that’s all i
have is
care
care is
real when me..
and when one is
full of care nothing
else really matters
as i do not own care
i
am
it..:)

Control now..
the son and
daughter
of fear..
but yeah
sure.. the
world is
a scary
place
for many
worthy
of fear
with
control..
No fear
can equal free..:)

Flowers play Life..
A seed A bee
A way
to come
to live
UniVerse
a FloWer
and so are we now..:)

WeLL.. wheRe i live
tHere are still fArms
and cowboys..
there’s guns
and talks
of fights..
hell.. even
talk of
going against
the gubermint
with guns.. ugh..
Red states
for cowboys..
Blue states
for dudes..
i wanna be
a cowboy..
but only
for the strength..
and courage that
comes from livin’
wildin’ free.. i’ll
live the fancy
dude Love
Ranch
inStead..
iNRedBlues
state way..;)

Fire of Love
WArm of HeARt
FiRe of Food
FlAMe of
Life..:)

When Guns
are Lovers
and Lovers
are Guns
video
games
can
rule
human
heARts
dark..hmm..
wHere iS Love
WheRe Is LiGht
even truth iN
relative
FREE WiLL..:)

Wow.. really great
poeTry.. hear.. and
yes.. with music
Oh God
so lucky
we are..
at least
Google
and his/
her kissin’
cousin
YouTube
saviors heARts
deeper than shalLow
nows.. wHere we
can still go
deep as
dares
do
go..:)

We are the
fire
and the
weed..
neither
gives up
a fuel
to
move
on..:)

Indigenous of Nature
will always have
her first
and
last
word
of Dance
and Song my
friend.. the tools
to become fools
are for others
soft
no
longer
human..:)

Open miNded
and heaRted
parents..
father and
or mother
release all
free child
escaping
concrete
jungles
pasSinG.. go wild
go further.. Free..
yes.. less
rope
for
chain
around a
neck of
cloSunG..:)

Oh gosh..now
we live in such
an amazing world
where we are free
can learn so much..
art so much..
eat whatever
we want..
and then
there is
a warm
shower
a warm
bed
and
even toilet
paper.. and
paper towels
to clean up
the every
now
messes
of life too..
Wow.. this is heaven now
too much to do to even
empty oceans of hope..
truly it is a
river of
hope..
we
WiLL
keep
swimming iN
and making
new streams
of water
as US..
oh.. Love
so Free..
And gosh2.. Candy
i’m thinking wow2
i’m so lucky2 as
OH GOD2
no one
can read
my chicken
scratch hand
writing.. at
least i have
a chance now
here.. sMiLes
wheRe digital
of fingers
and keys
become
one
no
w..as
heART2..:)

Gosh.. i love
tattoos too much
to wear on skin
i prefer them
on shirts
to tunes
of 400 or
so written
and illustrated
symbols/messages
now.. it’s more expensive
but the ideas never run out
and i kinda like the map i am
born
with
as skin
still now..:)

i suppose the
best we do
is give
whether
wanted or
not.. at the
end of life
i will sleep
tight knowing
and feeling i gave
more than took..
i could not
always say
that..
truly
it is the
gift to give..
saddest of all
for those who
cannot give
truly
often
because
of physiology
more than intent..
for so many
reasons..
far too
many for
any novel
or movie..:)

SMiLes.. what a hopeful
little story in a world
that speaks
so many
nays
rather
that yeas..
seriously..
i used to
be a robot
or Spock
until
my
shell
fell
off..
no longer
a turtle
now
i am
a silly
rabbit..
Bugs Bunny..
now he could be
the leader of
Anew
and
free
BRAVE
world now
in a cartoon
of hope where
we imagine now
and create then..
Afuture no longer
standing still now..
okay..
i’ve
got
more speeches
to make.. with wInks
and bunny sMiLes
in endless
rabbit
holes..
ga
lore
free..:)

At leasts those
without a cold
heart can escape..
the real prison
is the
heArt
that
cannot
feel..:)

Ha! i missed
you and that
is all i’m
gonna
say and
feel for now..
except i hope
you and your family
had a very Merry
Christmas and
this will be
the best
year of
y’alls
Alabama
life ever..
and yes..
i am
still arranging
for that bigger
win.. soon..
Roll Shawna Roll..:)

Okay.. and that is the
perfect poeTry ending
for now.. with
friend Shawna
showing
up at
the last
minute before
wife Katrina
beats me
to eat
supper..
and i must
get ready
for dance
tonight
but hey!
25 poetic
micro/macro
expressions
ain’t bad
for now..;)

8:50 pm
1072016..
i’ll be back
for more tomorrow..
as my other friend says
like
this..;)

And hell yes..
i’m tired of the
same old phrases.
and still
doing
something
’bout dat!..:)

Several Friday detours
around the world.. online..
and now back to dVerse poetry
and.. oh goodness.. got to Shawna’s
new blog.. in just the nick of time..
as it is gone.. gone.. gone.. now…
she’s out of Dodge off the dVerse Trail..
and back
to homeschooling
her four children
instead of poeTry
Land.. and if
she doesn’t
come back..
i will miss
her but that’s
how the trail online
goes.. sad.. kinda
sad.. sometimes..
okay.. anyway
back to the
last 11 poetic
links now to
see if i can
get ‘er done
before it’s
time to hit the
gym.. and after
that comes Casino
time tomorrow on
Biloxi Beaches
and oh crap..
i understand there
may be rain.. so i might
be stuck inside.. not getting
around to beaches and several
other casinos on foot of
dance walk
there as well..
so here we go
with more poeTry!..
and PS.. to Shawna..
if you read this
and do not
say at least
hello.. i might
not ‘allow’ ‘Bama
to roll over
Clemson
next week..;)

Majesty of Mountains
rising above horizons
of manmade
stuff.. hmm..
God seems
much bigger
as Mountains
than sAnds of
Desert with no leaves..
never the less
a sand
gRain
no more..:)

Fury of human
knows no match
Fire of Nature
Feels
much
more..:)

God iS Free
and So are We..
wITh the CAll of
the WiLd no
less for
wolF
than hUman
iN eYes of GOD..:)

SMiLes.. some folks wonder
why i dance to the tune trail
of 4669 miles everywhere
i go in public now for
28 months.. little
do they then
know now.. before
i live iN concrete
boxes.. the most
difficult
coffins
are
part of life..
So i live.. i live
my mark
is
Live..
and sure there
is also LITERALLY
11 million words
since 2010..
but whose
counting..
i’m living
that’s
ALL…
At one point in life
work is life.. dead..
now liFe
iS
work..
aLive..:)

*
God stArTs
wITh a quiLt
and ends
uP
WitH
a blanKet
of LIFE..:)

Black Street Nights
chaos reflects
lines gone
blind..
tapestry
lives green
in trees of life
away from
tar now
grown
cold
dead
dinosaur
streets..:)

Focus..
Flow..
Lions Roar..
Birds Sing..
Human Voice
chords stRinG
Vibration’s Nature
Celebrates Life..
winds howl
breeze
cools..
Flutes
Flow
Focus
iNow…:)

i suppose the ecosystem
of the fallen whale
providing so much
food for the
cycle
of life..
shows the selfish
of human who fails
to feed even a
worm
through
the most
basic
of giving
back to where
we are before
as Star
Dust no less
no more
but
we
are here..
oh.. the hungry
worm.. oh
the
starving
human iN Nature’s Love..:)

The only hairs
brave enough
to leave
me are the
ones that cannot
be scolded by sight of
me.. or at least i’d dream..
song of a bald spot not seen..;)

SMiLes..
my muse
iS many
mY
art
iS oNe..;)

Yes.. two general
types of humans..
closed minds..
open minds..
and Trump
minds
third
when
first type
runs for its life..;)

SMiLes..
Kindest
prayer
is compassion
for Living.. Kindest
action is reducing
pain
and
Suffering..:)

Fall of all social
animal empires
rests on
heels no
longer fitting
social roles to live..
whether claw.. hoof..
leather.. or bare foot..:)

Well.. that’s all for now..
with 13 more added for 38..
Back later to check
for more.. gym
time now
to escape
a head..:)

5:39 pm
1082016
back
at
10:36 pm
with what appears
to be two links left..

North Florida
Rose hips only..
grass remains
green and
fresh
for Life..
perhaps a
once in a lifetime
event in January..:)

Smiles.. yes.. odd it is.. in fact
i’ve heard there is still green
grass in Illinois for the
first time as well..
in recorded
memory..:)

Smiles.. yes.. i can relate too..
before i upgraded my iPhone to the 6s
version i was not able to open my word
press site.. on mobile.. but i have two
other blogger platform blogs where it is
no problem to open them up..
the fastest one is

http://katiemiafrederick.blogspot.com

if you are interested.. but no problem..
as i am kind of like a traveling
blog anyway..
in terms of
how i respond..
and i actually wrote
an over 50 thousand
free verse epic poetry
post titled ‘GodsUniVerseNovel’
that is an actual free verse novel..
in a matter of days.. in one blog post
on December 26th.. with 269 photos
in that one and dozens of videos..
i am no normal
person..
and ha..
even my
doctors
will tale
you that..
wInks..
at any rate.. there
are over 3 million
words in my Word
Press blog and over
11 million total
since
November
26th 2010..
practice
it’s what
i do..
practice.. smiles..;)

Under-Cover
Books.. celebrating
Bedroom
eyes
turning
pages..
rarely
put down
looks.. always
pleaSinG now..:)
(:..now pleaSinG
always.. looks
down put
rarely
..pages
turning
eyes
Bedroom
celebrating.. Books
Cover-Under

And here’s the last
one at 8:21 am
1092015

Smiles.. nice to see
appreciation of physical
beauty as well as spiritual
beauty of human being after
all is said and done.. the
soul
is real
and fleshy..:)

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SMiLes.. it is sad
when religions/
cultures.. do
not respect
other
cultures/
religions..
in terms
of ind
iv
id
uals
it is
the tribal
instinct
at work
sadly
enough
when
tolerance
and acceptance
of differences
do not come…
Tolerance now
and acceptance
of differences
other than those
that harm IS A
WAY to Global
Peace and Love..
theRe is no other
way as all humans
are different and all
humans have slightly
different languages
for how they
see and
FEEL
THE
world
in general..
as well in
specifics..:)

First of all.. thank
you so much for
letting the people
who care about you
know and feel that
you are going on vacation
here.. sadly some folks
just disappear
like tHeir
friends
online
are nothing
more than
avatars
and
text on
a screen..
i suppose more the
older of us just do
not have it in our
heart as caring my
friend.. to worry
friends like that..
i care and
will miss you
but your
health
and well being
is more important
for your family
at home
as well..
hope to
see you refreshed
back here.. as soon
as you want to come
back here.. as this should
be a joy and not become the
work of life.. of not wanting
to
be
somewhere..
SMiLes with
love SOHEIR..
i already learn
a lot from
you that
i will
take with
me in my
heARt.. soUl
and SpiRit..
no matter
if you never
come back i
will always
remember SOHEIR
the Peace and Love
Lady who is Muslim
and first and foremost
a
Loving
Human
BeinG..
And GOOD
FRIEND..:)

Smiles my friend gigoid..
as always.. never any rush here..
hehe.. until it’s time for dance..
or Katrina says get the F in Fred
off that computer it is time to
eat NOW!
smilesx2..
with
plenty
of wINK..
and
see ya later..
with Love now
of course..
wRite
on
COURSE..:)

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sreeja harikrishnan
January 7, 2016 at 10:15 PM

says..

Cool Pics! Evocative write…..
and interesting shapes made with words! 🙂

i say..

Hi sreeja.. thanks so much for coming
by and visiting me on my blogger
blog.. and so happy you enjoyed
what i did here for now..
Hope you are having
a very
Happy New Year!..:)

With a note here that this
is copied and pasted from
my faster opening site as
linked below.. and in all
my communication from
words to dance.. i don’t just
do poetry in song and dance
i incarnate as that in all i do.. aLL
naturAlly as God of Nature WiLL
with relative HuMaN FREE WiLL
AS innate.. instinctual and
intuitive WiLL.. be me NOW…
Blogger back-ups don’t back
up much.. but WordPress backs
everything up.. including comments
sections so i bring it all back to
Word Press.. so i can
press one button
and back
it all
up!..:)

http://katiemiafrederick.blogspot.com

Along with this additional blogger blog..

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com

are sites i provide identical copy and paste
posts from WordPress…. they are easier
to open.. and do not include all
my continuing writing here
at WordPress
where i use the
comments
section
as
basically a canvas
to paint the next draft
picture of words
in left
hand
justification
before the new post
is center justified
and the shapes
fly
in
symmetry
as song of words..
truly it is like a finger
print in digital words
of a song no
less than
a wave
pattern of
music one sees
when measuring sound
waves on an electronic
device..
but this is
the real deal
in how the song
of my language naturally
flows in both rhythm and
rhyme.. and pattern..
no less
than
waves of
the oceans too..
iN All Natural poetry..
the patterns of God are
more than just numbers..
we are the pattern of God
as our words truly do become
God.. in pattern and flow
of us.. there is
no more preplanning
in this than the waves
of Gulfs.. Seas.. and
Oceans that
naturally
and eventually
brush against
the sands of earth..
we are all connected
and we connect back
to God by the waves
we make
on this earth..
that can either
be in joy..
strife
or just
calm center balance
no different than raging seas
bright green and beautiful waves
or a calm mirror reflection of a Lover’s
night as human becomes sand and
lover too upon the reflection
of God’s
eyes
in seas
of us.. now..
anyway.. back more
toward a science of what
i do.. i started the KatieMiaAghogday
Blog back on March 10th 2013.. and
started the KatieMiaFrederick Blog
in August of 2013..
both on Google
Blogger platforms
along with Word
Press in
August
of 2013..
as well..
when i started Word Press
some of my old readers
asked me to
keep the new
posts on my older
blogs ’cause they
were having trouble
opening Word Press
and i am glad i did that
for a couple of reasons
as yes.. now they are still
not the only ones who
have that problem and
why i occasionally highlight
the other blog sites here for
anyone else who has problems
opening my posts here.. and in
addition.. just one post there has
received 2781 views on the topic
of ‘Burnout on the Autism Spectrum’
as linked below.. a relatively short
post on what truly is “General
Adaptation Syndrome” that
Autistic folks who are
generally more
stressed out
in accommodating
social stress burn-out
in not just a psychological
way but a real physiological
way where harmful stress
neurohormones destroy the
bodily systems slowly when
there is not a time or place
for escape for recreation
in ways of exercise..
meditation.. music
or whatever it takes
to calm down and gain
basic animal homeostasis…
When a cat gets enough stimulation
from petting or whatever may be the
case he or she will scratch you or bite
you if you don’t let the cat get back
to calm of balance.. sadly some
humans get caught up in
catch 22 situations
where fight or flight
reaction to stress is almost
constant.. and even medical science
shows now that this kind of extreme stress
will actually lead to a shorter life.. and much
misery.. discomfort.. and illness.. particularly
auto-immune disorders that are very much
precipitated by stress.. it took me
a total of 66 months and even
longer to totally recover
from this Autistic
Burnout or
generally
speaking
“general adaptation
syndrome” where autistic
folks are just the canaries
in a coal mine that
increasingly
allows less time
for recreative
activities to
bring one
back to
animal
homeostasis..

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/04/burnout-on-autism-spectrum.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stress_(biology)

But it is a real crisis in developed
countries as we become tied down
to desks.. and other sitting responsibilities in
what can be unrelenting fight or flight stress..
and truly it is insanity that most people do
not bite or scratch back to say enough
is enough.. but sure if they
do not..
there is a real
and dangerous penalty
to be paid by the God
of Mother Nature..
as a person
can gain
a self-fulfilling
prophecy of literal
human hell like me
if they do not listen
to their body when it
yells STOP KILLING
ME NOW.. by way
of chronic somatic
pains that folks call
tension.. headaches..
stomach aches.. and other
vague pains like Fibromyalgia
and immune system problems
that really are the body saying
you are killing me and i am
taling you in a louder and
louder voice
to
DAM
IT STOP
HURTING
US NOW!
and yes.. in a way
it is the voice of God
inside us that doesn’t
always have innate
instinctual and intuitive
actual verbal words
to say it..
the answers
come from within
for those who actually
hear them.. adapt for
the better and
thrive and
survive
or the
other alternatives
ranging to real human
literal hell to even
premature
death..
anyway..
worth all these
words for folks who do
not understand that we
are more than heads on
a totem pole.. or books
of religion.. we are
A temple of God
and if we do not
respect that temple
when it tales us the real
cautions and truths of life..
then we will be the canaries
in the coal mine that have
a shortened
or miserable
flight
of life..
where yellow
wings become
coal black
dark
ones of
pain.. suffering
misery.. and so much
psychological discomfort
that truly life becomes hell
instead of the animal homeostasis
that is a cat’s life of heaven rolling around
in the midday Sand of Sun or hugging the
grass on a midnight Moonlit night in
God’s Country
of true
heaven in
peace of mind
and body balance
where Love survives..
thrives and nourishes
others as well allNOW
in the interdependent
relationship of allthatis
AKA
GOD
NOW..:)

In my youth as i walked
the beach sands
of young
at age 16..
i imagined being
40.. and saw myself
as my father in a chair
with belly growing watching
Nascar.. or whatever is on
TV.. and it brought a tear
to my eye.. that i would
no longer walk
those beaches
free and wild
with the same
attractions to the
wild and free opposite
sex as well.. that was so
strong then.. but yes.. under
control.. as it were and as it is
now.. but the best thing is.. i am
even stronger.. much stronger now
at 55 that i regularly empirically prove
on this site and on my restricted sites..
down to the basic core of human
virility.. where no one can
say i am just all
talk and no
action.. my heroes including Jesus..
were Bruce Lee.. Jack LaLanne..
and even Arthur the Life guard..
Vietnam Vet.. Parole Officer..
and Ballet dancer who
dam sure ran
circles around
twenty-something
year old lifeguards
as age 65 in both
two mile runs and
swimming marathons..
and obviously happier
than anyone i worked
with in the sitting
stress of office
work then..
Bruce Lee shows
the potential of moving
like the art of water.. instead of
old rules of martial arts.. and
additionally proving that
strength training makes
a person faster
and not muscle
bound as used
to be the
old jock’s
tale
back in
the old days then..
And Jack LaLanne
was swimming across
bays roped and tied to
60 plus boats
towing them
all the way across
in his sixties.. then
living until age 96..
dying of pneumonia
but still living strong
until his last
day on
earth here..
At age 22 or so.. i remember
one of my acquaintances bringing
his 42 year old dad to the 2001
disco hall.. and everyone
thought that was
amazing that a
dude as old
as that was
dancing with
the younger folks..
and yes.. at age 55..
i move to Arthur
Land.. Bruce Land..
and Jack Land as well..
as i know and feel what
is real human potential and
it is far far away.. from what
culture and or religion says it is..
but yes.. Jesus had it correct.. when
in the new testament he reported that
folks will come and do more than he.. in
the future from then.. he understood that
human potential with 100 percent positivity
of emotions in faith.. hope.. belief.. and human
relative free will could move the metaphors of
mountains of life to new horizons of being
human.. sadly people.. most people..
are going the opposite way
in restricted head
ways of life..
The Temple
of God is
WHERE WE
ARE AT..
AS US..
ANYTHING ELSE
IS A WAY AWAY
FROM
GOD
iN
US..
The Gym is my University..
Church is my Dance Hall
that expands to the Center
Wide Aisle of Super-Walmart
too.. And all of Nature both
seen.. unseen.. understood
and more mysterious
than any fiction
novel ever dreamed
is GOD.. now.. NOW
i dance as free and
wild and naked
as any
wild cat
can and will..
i am Human
God lives in
me.. and i for one
AM NOT AFRAID
TO BE THE GOD
THAT LIVES WITHIN
ME.. AND i hope that more
folks can live here free as well..
And that is why i love the message
of Jesus so much.. he helped me
to understand that wheRe i am
now.. is no mirage
it is as REAL
as God
that lives
in eYes of Life..
YES.. THE LIVING
ONE INSIDE OUTSIDE
ABOVE SO BELOW
AND ALL AROUND
IS GOD
NOW..
AND EVEN STONES
LIVE IN SAME ANIMATED
ATOMIC MOVEMENT AT
CORE
AS US..
THAT IS
GOD TOO..
ALL THAT IS..:)

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First of all.. gigoid..
how gracious of you
to start off by providing
a photo of God.. they
come in many sizes and
shapes.. hues of colors..
shades of grey..
but OMG..
three humans
in front of small
fire.. relaxing on sands
of moon and starlit night
iN heaven is now.. do we
need to look any further
than this.. well sure we
do.. as God and
Heaven lives
within us
as us..
when we relax
free and wild together
around a fire of moonlit
and star bright nights..
with US as GOD
of human
dreams
fruition
of heaven iN
reality iS NOW..
sadly many humans
rarely come to this place..
this real place hidden in
screens of electronic
dimensions
that never
breathe
the salt
air of God’s
eYes.. that never
feel the breeze of
waves.. splashing toes
warm and cool.. without
a worry.. or even a memory
of worry.. felt at that point..
of center balance
where we are
simply
the eYes
of God’s
UniVerse
iN
Balance..
no less than all
of God that strives
for balance.. Peace
and a Love so far above
so below.. the strifes
of humans
in nightmares
of worries that
do not even
exist
as now
when dark
flame of worry
leaves in a
midnight
breeze
of Beach
Peace in Us
as metaphor
as the only space
balance needs iS
iN
uS..:)

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Facebook Friend Glenn
shares a photo of a person
standing on a scale
with the numbers
666.. ’cause
i guess he
knows i
like the
number
6 as i
am born
on 6660..
anyway..
it is the
bare foot of
a person’s foot
born with 6 toes..
an extra small
toe attached
close to the
big
toe..
so
i say..
Six toes..
Yes.. my son was born
with 6 fingers total as well…
Nature is full of suprises
both light
and dark..
but sure..
if he had survived..
perhaps he would
have found a function
for that
extra
small
finger on his thumb….
God doesn’t scare
me
anymore….
but nah.. that was
a minor inconvenience
as he also had great
vessels of heart
transposed
totally
closed up
sinuses not
able to breathe
through his nose..
no immune system..
and yes.. misshaped
ears and a mouth too
small.. and yes
even a
micro
penis
to go
along with
that.. with several
rare syndromes that
only ’caused him severe
pain his entire 51 day life..
in that darkest lesson that
life is far from fair or perfect
was the lesson i would need
to survive a total of 19 medical
disorders including the worst
pain known to mankind that
i often mention everywhere
i go.. just in case someone..
anyone has type two trigeminal
neuralgia.. and has lost hope
they will ever live a moment
less than hell again.. of
pain literally assessed
as worse than crucifixion
from wake to sleep.. and
in my case for 66 months
so i am sorry if anyone
is tired of hearing about
it.. but i could find no one
on the entire Internet world
that even had the disorder
to give me any glimmer
of hope for recovery and
life again..
but anyway..
i understood the gift of life
that my son never even had the
chance for to escape pain his entire
life.. and when i left the hospital
after he died in my arms..
driving all night from
Shand’s Hospital
to get back
from Gainesville
i thought about all the
bullies in my life.. the
people who told me i didn’t
deserve to exist.. in so many
crude and harsh ways.. and i decided
to let my son’s life count in everything i did
from then on.. and perhaps his life is all that
kept me from hanging myself with that metal
chain in my bicycle basket on a tree where
no one would find me but
vultures to eat what
was left of me then..
but the truth is
for the few people
i had in my family who
even acknowledged my
existence at all then..
i was too
loved to
die.. by
a wife..
a mother
and a sister..
and that was enough
for me to eventually get
out of hell.. there is so much
in the inspiration of the dark of life
that no.. i have no reason to fear
either hell or the devil
as i have
already
been there
and been him..
there is no one who
will stop me now but GOD..
of Nature.. and for anyone
who harms the hair on anyone
else unjustified.. trust me
you don’t
wanna
see
God
mad..
as Karma
is as real
as the
devil
and hell
incarnate on earth…
And here is a ‘little
secret’ for those
with the ability
to discern
it
‘i am
a watchmaker’
and so was my
great grandfather
in the Black Forest of Germany
and much further beyond
that ancestor
then…

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i went to school..
three degrees
a job next..
but truly had
little education
on the human
heArt.. spiRit
and soUl.. just
words really
somewhere
in poetry books
and bibles.. vague
and distant from what
comprised my life.. and at
an end of a very stressful work
career with over 30 years total…
broken.. human ill with so many
disorders.. but the greatest one
of all is the loss of my heart then..
oh the empty.. when all that’s left
is the adrenaline of stress.. and
truly just surviving.. i’ve probably
said it before.. and perhaps it
seems too simple and truly
it is to me now.. that
i escape all the
problem solving
of work life..
it is
move
connect
and create..
but the thing is i
have both the time
and effort to make
a continuous art
of life as a
song dance..
no longer a
test assigned
by culture and
work.. i art
the way
without
anyone making
me go somewhere
else.. human beings
are social animals
and the
empty
comes
when we are
not social.. overall..
and i don’t mean screens
i mean the human flesh and blood
touch.. and i have no idea how
much of that is missing from
your life.. and although
i may always
be filled
with
Love.. it would
not be the case without
the presence of a Loving
Wife always.. and people
i connect to at the will of
dance everywhere i go..
i found the answer for
me.. but truly
i believe
it is in
moving.. connecting
and creating.. to fill a human
heArt.. spiRit expresSinG
that heaRt and soUl
in mind and body
balance where
the Love is
not
a chalice
but the Loving
being of us flowing
like water my friend.. Zee..
different folks different ways
of viewing the world… we all
must find the way.. within that
works for us.. and share what
works the
best we
can when
we get there
for the ’cause of Love..:)

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Hi Friend Zee.. thanks so much for visiting with me today..
oh.. such beautiful warm Sunny green and colorful flower
days we are still having in the Sunshine state Florida that
actually means flowered state..
and my cat Yellow Boy stays
bright and Sunny looking too
smiles.. and our big
grey cat’s name
is
Moby..
like the big
grey whale..
smiles again..
and hope you
are having a wonderful
now.. my friend.. in Pakistan..:)

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Ha! sMiLes
friend.. i used
to keep it all in..
and really couldn’t
get iT out.. even if i wanted
too.. and then things
changed..
as human
epigenetics
and axiom 2
of never
ending or
beginning
change
will have
iT.. now iS
iT.. and the more
i make of now the
more
i
iS.. iT n0w..
and today i am
wearing a shirt that
says ‘Metaphors
Be With You’..
wiTh
eYes
stars
of God
briGhtly
shiNinG
behind the
metaphors
of
us
my friend..
gigoid.. for now..:)

Ah.. synchronicity
but truly no surprise
really that i just took
several selfies
of the
‘metaphors’
shirt that my
wife selected for
me at Kohl’s at
10 bucks..
my price
limit
for
apparel
for my creative
projects.. and
it immediately
pleased me
as i Love
your signature
line about may the
metaphorse be
with you.
as truly
the
Force
of all
is the
best metaphor
for God i kNow…
so i proudly wear
the shirt today..
that describes
God to me..
and i just
got back
from surfing
those selfies
in the Church
Casino Tour
bus.. dam
LIFE IS GOOD
AND FUN.. FOR
NOW MY FRIEND..
SO MUCH MORE
a blesSinG to live
in Heaven now
than the literal
Hell before
now..
then..
in the
deadzone
my friEnd
gigoid
with Love
of course
the TRUTH
AND LiGht
metaFORCE..:)

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Funny.. how life
works in terms of
moving..connecting
and creating.. it seems
that any one or two of
the other pArt of three
can bRinG that paRt(s)
alive as
human
reality.. and
until i received
my first creative
spark that i could
actually feel inside
in the beginning of
end of February
beginning of
March 2013..
oh such a
deadzone
before then
so much more..
as i wrote and wrote
and wrote from wake to
sleep since Thanks giving
day of 2010.. and could not
feel anything but pain.. and
truly the absence of emotion
then is the most horrible
of life’s experience
that i’ve ever
known
and
never
felt then..
PoeTry eventuAlly
connected the empty
shells of letters and
words to the
heArt.. SpiRit
expresSinG
heArt lost
before iN
a soUl as mind and
body so unbalanced
with only the analytical
mind left in those empty
shells of words of me..
Anyway.. the first
8 million words
was worth the
ticket to
bRinG the
next 3 million
alive as me..
and the
dance
continues
to be the fuel
of the SonG oF
mY soUL my friEnd..
iN addition.. my advice
to anyone who could
not move.. connect
or create.. would
be to
dance..
share..
and create
in someway
to bRinG that
Human triNiTy
of Love
Alive
Again..
it dam
sure works
for me.. at least..
my friend.. and the
paths are infinite
for all
others
too..iN
arriving
at this
similar
place of
Unconditional Love
for Life and Others
same and for the
rest of Nature
aka
GOD
asWeLL..:)

Smiles.. At the casino now..
One finger typing on mobile..
Thanks for helping to inspire
the title of my next epic post..
triNiTy of Love..:)

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Facebook Friend and coworker.. John..
back in the day (2008).. when i worked
for money says..
I like your abbreviated
free verse much better!
i say..
Thanks John..
it comes and flows
short and long and
as long as it goes it
goes.. wInks..
and in finishing
up this new titled
post.. “triNiTy of Love”
i must say.. actuAlly i like
to say.. what a beautiful day
this has been on Biloxi Beaches
and surrounding Casinos.. although
i feel a little like Neo.. as what the folks
are looking for in the next high of
gambling win is something
i for one regulate and
integrate in emotional..
sensory.. and yes
sensual.. (ooh.. Lala)
way yes with relative
free will.. the missing
link.. the dopamine hit
of winning or smoking
or drinking.. the trinity
of emptiness that
is so clear
in gambling
halls of behavioral
addictions.. as well
as substance addictions
too.. there are many ancestrally
speaking.. not as far way from indigenous
ways of life.. tanned people who come here..
many who likely have the Dopamine/
ADHD/Bi-Polar variant genetics
who are the nomads among
us who are potential movers..
shakers.. yes.. connectors
and great creators among
us.. but sadly.. when the
positive aspects of
the greater
more open
minded liberal
nomads among
us for change..
do not
meet
the need
to move.. connect
and create.. whether
it is a lack of love in
childhood.. or folks
who think they
are dreamers..
are too
full
of
wanderlust
and wonderlust..
too compulsive..
irresponsible..
etc..
’cause
they just can’t
seem to meet
the conservative
grade iN ways of Life
in culture.. yes.. the missing
potential.. can be squandered
on behavioral addictions.. ranging
from Video Games.. to Gambling..
to excessive porno.. instead of
actually creating something
new to fill the empty
dopamine space
that comes
in ways
of stimulation
when one creates
something anew.. now
as well as the social
bonding hormone..
oxytocin when
we successfully
socially bond
with others
and get that
warm and fuzzy
human feeling..
and if one never
gets that.. ugh oh..
potential problem alert..
but even people who don’t
get the warm and fuzzies
can still make ethical
decisions in life
not to harm
others..
but that
warm and fuzzy
is a great way to
feel in both oxytocin
and serotonin trust..
comfort.. so yeah..
often addictions come
instead of warm and
fuzzies.. ugh oh..
and sometimes
activities that
harm others
too.. now too..
sadly enough
as the empty
heARt is hard
to fill.. even with
just dopamine hits
of pleasure.. but anyway..
perhaps some of the greatest
innovations in both material
life and art have come
from folks
who have
the empty
inside that drives
them to create anew
and get that next dopamine
hit of pleasure.. as we are
still evolving to be.
so yeah.. ‘everyone’
knows about adrenaline
associated neurohormones
that excite us.. the pleasure
of dopamine and the comfort
and trust of serotonin and
oxytocin.. and to be clear
oxytocin is the social
bonding neurohormone
where we even have
receptors on our feet
to get comfort from
touching the sand
of the earth with
our Loving toes..
oxycontin.. is
that dangerous
pain drug.. among
others that sadly close
to 50 percent now of
Adult American Folks
take regularly to treat
many types of somatic
pains.. often coming as a
result of a mind
and body out of
balance in ways of
repressed or out of
control emotions.. senses
that are not integrated.. and
lost focus and short term
working memory.. that
all suffer when we
get out of
emotional..
sensory..
and yes..
even sensual
balance.. oh God YES!.. all
the sensations associated
with S E X.. not to beat
around the bush
about it..
if you
get the
drift wood..
of what i am
saying here..
now.. to keep
this Facebook
friendly as we kNow
there are no issues now
of too much
prudence with
me.. haha.. heHE..
and stuff like that..
But anyway.. an oft
not spoken of.. special
neurochemical is that
of all Natural DMT
produced by
the Pineal gland..
also in drug form
named Molly
as an illegal
synthesized
drug on the
street..
but the
thing is.. humans
can manufacture their
own all Natural DMT
which is also known
as the Love Neuro-chemical
as it increases human empathy
both to other humans as well
as Nature true.. like OH GOD THAT
GRASS HAS NEVER BEEN THAT
GREEN OR OH MY GOD LOOK
AT THAT SUNSET..
OR GOD EVERYONE
LOOKS HOT AND
DELICIOUS TODAY
AS ALL THE BODILY
TIDES COME IN
FOR ACTION
TO GO OUT
TOO..
well.. yes.. some of
us find ways to get
this enlightening all natural
high without any illegal drugs
and we just float around on
fluffy marshmallow kumb
a
lala cloud
9’s.. while folks
think dam i wish
i had some of what
that dude or dudette
is on.. it ain’t no mirage
folks.. it is dam sure real..
if i could bRinG anyone
to feel like i do most
all the time.. and
put it into
a healthy
drug.. i could
solve world hunger
in a heart beat.. ’cause
when one is under the influence
of the all natural GOD DRUG..
one becomes the gift that
cannot stop giving..
case in point
all these
words..
hehe…
to me.. it appears
it can be generated
by listening to electronic
trance music along with
free style spiraling dance
of 360 degrees.. ’cause
most every time i do
that lots of folks
think i’m
super high
and the truth
is yes.. i am totally
and completely ONE
with the God of Nature
and she provides this
all natural way
of being
to be one
with her..
AKA GOD..
AND SURE.. the
so-called primitive
indigenous peoples
that are our ancestors..
as well.. often danced around
fires of night enhanced with moonlight
that ain’t no different really than a rave
dance.. with or without the external
substance drugs to get one higher
and higher with God.. while drums
beat on.. and human
empathy grows until
we are a frigging
SOUL TRAIN
OF
MOVING
CONNECTING
AND CREATING
HUMAN BEINGS..
but as the ‘white man’
said.. them are dam savages..
we are puritans. who zip
our women up tight
along with our
trowsers..
they are truly
fools without God
then and sadly still
until like that
Ice Princess from
that Disney Frozen
movie.. they find a
way to seek.. and
practice.. and feel
God of Nature inside..
outside.. above.. so below
and all around.. to just let it
ALL go.. and flow baby.. the way
the
real
INDIANS
OF GOD HAVE
DONE FOR LITERALLY
THOUSANDS OF YEARS
BEFORE
ALL THE
COMPLEXITY
AWAY FROM
GOD GETS HERE
TO ROB US OF OUR
INHERIT GIFT OF BLISS
AS TRULY WHEN ONE
BECOMES ONE WITH
GOD THERE
JUST
AIN’T
NO HIGHER
PLACE.. BUT HELL
NO.. RARELY DOES
ONE FIND GOD
iN
FOOTLOOSE
TOWN.. BEFORE
THE FEET CONNECT
TO GOD
AGAIN..
iN yes.. a
tRiNity of
Love of
MOVING
CONNECTING
AND CREATING
ONE WITH GOD NOW..
yeah.. and i’m still sitting
on the dock of the bay
with God on the
Casino Tour Bus
traveling across
the bridge of
bay on
MacPro
finger
tips
of
GOD..:)

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What one does in the Casino
Elevator is supposed
to stay in the
Casino..
and then
‘God’ created
the smart phone..
and the rest now is
Recorded History.. heHe..
Yes.. and when one
iS married for
almost 26 years..
this is what one
can do in the
Casino
Elevator..
Just have FUN
without messy details..
Sadly.. theRe
was no
Chandalier..
except for
the metaFORCE..;)
And in case..
in regard to this
next blog post..
titled “triNiTy
of Love”..
theRe is any
question as to
whether or not
i am sitting on
the dock of the
bay today.. here
is the irrefutable
empirical evidence
here.. now.. juSt now..;)

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11 Responses to triNiTy of Love

  1. http://gigoid.me/2016/01/10/silence-falls-brightly-in-the-dark/

    What was once a Brave New World..
    Future Shock.. CATCH 22! OH NO!
    1984..
    is now a
    New Experiment..
    thanks to the drONEs
    of the world who keep at
    it.. like Steve Jobs.. Bill Gates
    etc.. yes.. at times heartless folks
    but among many others providing
    the hive that the Caring Bees
    and Queens of Love..
    the warrior bees..
    and even
    the raping
    pillaging
    killing
    bees
    with
    liGht
    and dArk come online
    to CHANGE THE WORLD
    IN A WAY THAT HAS NEVER
    BEEN DONE BEFORE AS iS
    THE REALITY SHOW
    of us that is
    being broadcast
    for all as even the
    meekest among us
    gain a voice where an
    incredibly powerful now
    smart phone device like
    my iPhone 6s.. can even
    open up all of what i do
    online.. hehe.. which
    was literally
    impossible
    before..
    until
    the phones
    got smarter.. haha!
    and finally the Universe
    of human in all of Google
    is accessible for $25 bucks
    (add in broadband access)
    a month.. the price of
    six star Bucks
    or so
    power
    drinks to
    go along with
    that.. FREEDOM OF
    EXPRESSION.. THE GIFT
    THAT KEEPS GIVING AND
    YES TAKING FOR FREE OR NOT..
    but it is the way out of BONDAGE
    for closed minded ways of thinking
    for young folks trapped in minds
    of school.. government.. and
    yes church too.. where
    someone says
    they have
    the final
    word
    of a know it all
    BUT OH MY GOD THERE
    IS AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF
    NEW STUFF to access and
    learn ON THE NEW
    HIVE OF GLOBAL
    MIND ONLINE..
    DARK
    AND LIGHT…
    humans no.. are not evolved
    to connect to more than 150 to
    200 sets of flesh and blood eyes
    but online is new territory where
    someone like me has connected
    to literally thousands of folks
    even when totally
    and so-called
    permanently
    disabled
    as a shut-in
    in my home
    wearing white
    all day and night..
    Hanes style.. smiles..
    100% cotton is a must
    for my tactile sensitivity
    issues per jacked up
    nervous system..
    and other stuff..
    Anyway.. hairless
    apes stronger together
    and with a little flesh and blood
    distance.. the fear of offending someone
    goes away not only to hurt someone else’s
    feelings but the tough love of telling one’s truth
    and airing it out.. and letting the conversation start…
    and what one sees are the outliers of us being trashed
    and defended too.. and human love when free seems to
    me to more likely win the day.. as i observe the conversations
    from a far and inside and outside was well.. when we get in
    bed with everyone.. we find that we at core are different
    but human too.. most of us anyway.. growing
    pains of a human that has gone insane
    strife yes.. smoke and other
    fumes.. but Truth
    and LiGht
    shines
    online
    too..
    A new democracy
    of free online
    as long
    as
    we
    KEEP
    IT FREE..
    AND THE BEES
    BUZZ ThEIR
    SonG..
    LIgHT
    AND DaRK
    iN HoneY BREW..:)

  2. gigoid says:

    Great T-shirt, my friend… I guess I’ll have to make a trip to Kohl’s, or somewhere of that ilk….

    Just got thru the pix, will be back later to try to read… still working on the last post…

    Later, mein freunden

    Love

    gigoid

  3. gigoid says:

    Fred-san,

    Not sure exactly why, but, after reading this one, I was reminded of a post I wrote two or three years ago, talking about the concept of “perfection”, wherein I attempted to explain how humans have the ability, in truth, to be perfect. If they/we did not, how can we have the idea in our head? When we see it, we know it. When we hear it, we know it. When we smell it, we know it. When we touch it, we know it. If we can thus perceive it, it is something we have known, from within, where all our connections to the universe we forget about are to be found.

    I guess your posts show me you experience the concept, as we all do, in rare moments, and, as we all do, we make finding that feeling/perception again, as often as we can, the song/dance/quest/poem/journey of our existence through this mystery we call life….

    See y’all later; that took a while, & Leelu’s waking up….

    Dance on brother; hopefully, the casino will keep it to themselves….

    Love

    gigoid

    😎

    • Ah.. yes.. the perfection of balance
      that changes but is totally
      satisfying with no
      desires unmet..
      where perfection
      is still metaphor
      but bliss comes as
      a nirvana of euphoria
      where in this state of
      total fulfillment there is
      nothing to seek higher..
      although perfection in this
      way changes too.. as the
      next stage of Nirvana may
      take one higher than last..
      if one remembers it correctly
      of course.. i could not imagine
      a better life than the one i have
      now.. mainly ’cause i am totally
      satisfied with the
      one i have for
      me..
      but nah..
      i am not satisfied
      for the fact that there
      is so much pain.. suffering
      and literal misery on earth..
      and yes.. that is where the
      constant imperfection
      comes in.. as
      the only perfection
      as a practice of being
      can be found and
      practiced
      within..
      the lesson
      for a lifetime
      and still an increaSinG
      lesson as life goes on
      in excellence
      as life
      can
      and will
      be when relative
      human free will
      is honed
      in within
      as potential
      of being human..
      in a perfection of
      practice as journey
      and truly never goal..
      with paths that continue
      into iNfiniTy and beyond
      of
      course..
      as the metaFORcE
      moves on through US..:)

  4. Shirt of the day says..
    “I TRIED TO BE NORMAL
    BUT I WAS TOO AWESOME”..
    YES.. FULL FAILURE AT BEING
    NORMAL.. TG..wink emoticon

    And yes.. there is a story behind
    this photo of the young skater man
    who jumped up on the fountain to get
    a selfie with the 55 year-old dancing man..
    yes.. i showed he and his friends.. how to
    skate backwards on concrete with Nike Shoes..
    not something that everyone gets to see close to
    ‘Footloose’ town where i live.. outlawed in mall halls..
    but yes.. if these guys can skate with boards forward
    on Outside Mall Sidewalks.. i can do it in reverse in
    my Nike sleds.. with soles of dance..
    Thirteen Miles of dance today..
    and Eight and a half yesterday makes
    at least a Half-Marathon of Dance today..
    and the miles pile on.. as i approach 5000
    miles of dance in around 30 months.. as it
    seems that Milestone will probably arrive in
    February around the Super Bowl.. as my 3000
    miles mark came last SuperBowl.. yes.. averaging
    about 1000 miles of dance walking every 6 months..
    at around 166.66 miles a month.. as sixes continue
    to follow me everywhere i go.. wInks.. from birth on 6660..;)

    Facebook Friend Rafiah.. from Pakistan.. says..

    With someone as lively
    and excited as you.
    #bodylanguagesaysitall

    i say..

    Yes.. true.. Friend Rafiah..
    Some body language says Sitter and
    other body language says Rover.. And in
    words of science.. Around 20% of all animals
    born are sitters and 80% are Rovers.. Sadly
    human cultures demand sitting.. So.. truly
    cultures are about 80% insane.. according
    to the God of Mother Nature who manifests
    mostly as Rover for survival.. Of course..
    And the greatest cause of human suffering
    in so-called developed countries is sitting
    almost all the time.. That represses human Movement..
    Connecting.. And Creating.. Thereby repressing human Emotions..
    Senses.. As well as Sensuality.. Truly for most people this way
    of life is insane.. But they do what they are told like
    sheep for slow tortuous slaughter.. The torture is slow
    and gradual so folks swallow the biggest falsehood
    of all of human being to sit still…

    When i was born i hated the prison of crib..
    My mother said i did not sleep and made a blister on
    my toe by crawling round and round in a small circle in the crib..
    The Doctor said don’t worry he is hyperactive and will grow out of it..
    And when i did not speak until age four the doctor said..
    Don’t worry.. He doesn’t talk ’cause you give him
    everything he needs before he needs to ask for it..

    The doctor was only correct on one
    of those prognoses..wink emoticon

    And it took me over 40 years to
    really come out of the cocoon
    to fully express myself..

    Now i am a Super
    Rover and Talker…

    Before work of sitting still
    almost literally killed me.. i overheard
    one of the older employees i supervised say
    he will never amount to anything ’cause he is too
    excitable.. He was correct as long as i was
    imprisoned behind a crib of
    desk in a four wall office..

    Eventually.. After 5 years.. When i
    recovered.. i proved him wrong by showing
    to him that i was by far the strongest man of
    any age at the military gym where he still worked..
    Shortly after that he died from diabetes associated illnesses..
    After he left the military he refused to exercise.. For 20 years..
    and paid the early price for that.. at least in part my friend…

    Super Rover.. is a greaTest gift from God.. to me at least.. My friend..:)

    Rafiah provides a link from the website.. ‘Humans of Pakistan’
    that describes the conversion of a woman to Islam
    as it is presented to her as a religion
    of Hope and Love instead of Fear..

    i say..

    Love is the True Angel side of all religions
    that is real and full of Hope..
    Fear is the False Devil side of all religions
    that is real and full of Hate..
    Humans choose the God of Fear or Hope..
    Sadly on the TV one most often
    hears about the God of Fear..
    when it comes to the Jewish..
    Christian.. or Muslim God.. illustrated
    as Tribal and Angry at the rest of the Universe…
    That God of Fear does not exist in the words
    of my old tennis buddy from high school..
    Monsignor Mike.. The Priest from the Catholic
    Church.. i never miss a Sunday at.. It is the only
    church in my area now where this God of Hope exists..
    Everywhere else.. i dust my feet off and rarely return..
    wInks.. i illustrated that God of Hope to Mike when i was
    his friend in high school.. i did not attend church then..
    But perhaps he did not forget my lesson that came all natural
    to me from birth.. sMiLes of HOPE and LOVE
    of Tennis Balls at the Court of HOPE..:)

    And yes.. TheRe is a song for that named ‘Tennis Court’
    by my friend named “Lorde”.. And although i’ve never
    spoken to her.. It matters not as her God is
    the God of Hope.. Obviously as well..
    My friend Rafiah..smile emoticon

  5. http://gigoid.me/2016/01/11/wobbling-in-illegal-pants/

    ^^^

    SMiLes.. n0w
    i neither fear
    football..
    politics..
    or
    religion..
    as they
    are all tribal
    sports.. the clothing
    worn is all that changes..
    Meanwhile.. God is the
    Spectators N0W..
    the Field/Church/
    Capitals
    and
    the observer
    affect/effect of
    players
    ALL
    iN
    ONe
    PLAY
    of Sport
    in short..
    ThErE iS NO
    ESCAPE.. SMILES
    AGAIN.. i make the
    best of ALLTHATIS
    WITHOUT
    FEAR..
    WTF
    FTW..
    ’cause none
    of this exists
    as me when
    i WiN
    aGAin
    and
    just
    say
    WT
    FRED..
    And God
    smiles
    laughs
    wInks
    just
    iN
    case
    iN
    p
    o
    iN
    t..:)

    SMiLES.. my friend.. gigoid.. actuAlly my words
    are inspired by your words here
    per the non-sense of religion
    away from Nature..
    All humans are
    born to the God
    of Nature until
    concepts of human
    lies for subjugation.. control
    through illusory fears and false
    promises replace the God
    of Nature as Idols..
    yes.. words are
    no less tools
    as idols
    than
    guns
    and
    roses..
    and pArt of
    Nature too AS
    God of Nature too..
    as extension of Us..
    but of course they are
    not ALLTHATIS AS GOD
    BOTH KNOWN AND UNKNOWN..
    and is it any surprise to know and feel
    that God lives within.. i mean duh.. yeah..
    Nature is pArt of us too.. but that is where
    the main resource in lies of psychopathic
    heARtless leaning folks starts from
    the get go of the agricultural
    age.. leisure means
    sitting still and
    thinking
    about the
    past and the
    future more than
    the present forAge
    for survival.. in moving
    connecting.. and creating
    to make the ends meat
    meet in stomaches
    together alive now
    then.. and when
    the grain
    gets
    stored.. the lies
    of separate from
    the God of Nature
    becomes easier to believe
    as we grow farther from other
    animals.. that breathe and bleed
    no different than us and yes..
    FEEL AS WELL..
    FOR THE DRIVE
    TO LIVE..
    and oh goodness
    after that.. written words..
    collective intelligence and
    more idols of words.. tools..
    like clothes that become more
    important than human skin.. and
    then.. we become text on a screen
    while flesh sits a slow rot.. and the
    rest is yes.. recorded history
    and God in us dies a
    slow cold
    death
    in what
    it even means
    to move.. connect
    and create as the God
    of Nature manifest as us
    will feel.. and sense the world
    around us.. and not just in idols
    of cold
    hard
    shells
    of text..
    hmm.. it doesn’t take
    a rocket scientist or
    a priest to see and
    feel God..
    just a sentient
    being moreover
    with emotions
    and senses
    more
    than
    words..
    but of course..
    the only way back
    for some will be words
    first.. one at a time.. as
    the liGht and Life within
    comes back
    alive
    again..
    as a real
    resurrection of
    being born again
    with eyes and
    ears
    and
    skin
    of feet
    that connect
    once more with
    the Sand of GOD..
    wheRe there are no
    sands of time.. just
    the now
    of
    LIFE..
    not surprising really
    that human sees God
    as human.. it’s the only
    way we see.. the only
    problem is when we
    cannot see more
    than what
    we are
    as pArt
    of all
    the ART
    of Nature
    as GOD..
    and are
    at least humble
    enough to understand
    that there is no such thing
    as an only son of God.. or
    a last prophet.. or the one
    to come who will
    do it all
    alone
    in
    human
    skin.. the blanket
    of Nature aka God
    covers all seen.. heard..
    felt and all the rest.. it’s
    the common sense
    we are born
    with
    to understand
    this with no lies..
    but of course then
    comes human words
    and lies recorded to
    take
    us away
    from the
    Face of God
    that is Nature
    usallthatisasrestofALLASGOD..
    But sure.. once again.. there is
    the human tribal instinct that
    naturally defends territory..
    subsistence resources..
    and reproductive controls..
    so yes.. there will always
    be human strife
    of politics.. religion
    and football.. as long
    as there is US.. but
    soccer is still
    a better
    sport in
    my opinion
    as well as now
    as God iS as a Free
    Beach too..
    with US..
    my friend..
    the Gospel of Thomas
    expresses a Pantheist
    God but also still
    a tribal
    one
    with
    sword
    and hate
    of family ideals
    from before.. it too.. iS
    PaRtly old and antiquated
    my friend.. and those of
    us who are not afraid of
    Truth and LiGht can
    see through
    the lies
    in a heArtbeat
    sAMe as US as GOD..
    with yes.. sMiLes..
    laughs
    and
    WInks..
    as what beauty
    can be dreams
    of God as manifest
    as Nature
    iN
    Human
    Nature..
    a gift of Art and Love
    or yes.. a Nightmare
    as weapons of strife
    and hate..
    i’ll
    take the
    Love and Art
    and run with that
    from NOWON..
    with the clear
    understanding
    that strife and
    hate will always
    be here.. as long
    as we are only
    flesh and blood
    humans..
    and that
    is what
    we kNow
    AND FEEL
    at least
    for now
    my friend
    with Hope and
    Love for chanGinG
    what we can can to LiGht
    and
    Truth..
    as Wisdom..
    a Found
    a
    TioN
    of what
    we Just do and LOVE..
    in Victory as ‘Nike’ shows..
    barefeET too.. wITh stronger feat..:)

    Oh and by the way..
    my favorite from the
    Gospel of Thomas
    is
    Verse 37..

    http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/thomas.htm

    37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
    and when shall we behold you?”
    He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
    take your garments and put them under your feet like little
    children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
    Living, and you will not be afraid.”

    Man that is so profound
    and easy for
    Yellow
    Boy
    and me
    to see and
    feel.. as we
    fly free in yellow fur and if
    Yellow Boy doesn’t
    feel and know
    it.. it
    don’t
    belong
    to God..
    as Free as Nature
    unclothed
    my
    friend..
    in US..
    as all of
    culture
    from words recorded
    then and now as real
    and fabricated as spun
    lies..
    of
    cultural
    clothes..
    that i for
    one tread on
    always now
    to simply be FREE
    as the living ONE WITHIN
    OUTSIDE.. BELOW.. SO
    ABOVE.. ALL AROUND
    NOW JUST NOW NOW
    A L L T H A T I S N O W..:)

    SMiLes to you.. as well my friend..
    TheRe iS a SonG by Katy Perry that
    becomes more of my story as life goes on..
    ‘ET’.. But most ironically.. i am from here..;)

  6. Well.. it’s almost time for
    dVerse Haibun Monday..
    that is now expanded to
    twice a month.. and today’s
    prompt has a specific photo
    of a beautiful pink Japanese
    Flower that blooms in the
    Snow of Winter..
    But reAlly
    my Pink Butterfly
    Bush is more impressive
    now for today as it blooms
    A Summer Flower in the first
    January of North Florida in
    Memory that didn’t receive
    a killing Frost until last
    night.. so of course
    i captured both
    the wonder frost
    for the first
    time and
    what likely
    will be the
    last day in
    life of the Butterfly
    Bush.. in the next day
    or so.. as below freezing
    temperatures are forecast
    again tonight.. and also
    i captured the last
    bright green
    patch
    of Centipede
    grass.. as some of
    it is now accelerating
    to the normal hue of
    brown for this time
    of year
    in North
    Florida Winters
    that can get as low
    as single digits with
    several inches of
    rare snow every
    once in a while
    of a decade
    fluke of flakes..
    So sure.. i will illustrate this
    now.. both in flowers.. and grass
    as well as frost.. and not now
    actually post the referenced
    Flower as you get the idea
    huh.. WiNks and while this
    free flowing narrative iS
    in prose.. and
    FREE poetry
    also known
    as Free Verse
    Poetry all Free
    like God and me..
    it will be more than
    the referenced limit
    of 200 words in that
    prompt.. as God and
    me are a river with
    no shores
    to bound
    us or tie
    us up
    or chain
    us in books
    as it were and
    as it is sadly in
    all corners of the
    world still.. so here
    is the Haiku part of
    this Fredbun that is..
    no not a professional
    Haibun but never the
    less it is what is free at
    this point of God and Me..

    God Flows letting
    go.. Free me..
    passing Frozen..:)

    Okay.. this will be the
    comments section
    for now.. for
    this week
    long prompt
    with other
    comments
    sections
    dedicated to
    it depending on
    where i cut and
    paste the poetry
    here to a published
    whatever that it then
    is comes to be for now..
    Sorry if i sound a little now
    like Yoda.. when i speak butt
    sure there is a reason for that
    as well.. it is what it is and so
    we are.. so more side note here as it
    comes and free flows go.. as thoughts now
    today.. while feat of feet of me come one
    with 45F temperatures outside whRre Sun
    and White Sands warm me from head to
    toe as the all tan of me continues through
    the now cold of Winter.. and truly a flower
    that weathers challenge is always more
    beautiful weather drought.. cold..
    or other extremes of
    Winter and Summer
    and all seasons
    in between..
    same is true
    of all the animals
    including we humans too..
    As Tennessee the inside outside
    cat. sixteen years old.. from down
    the road.. basks in the Sun and still
    roams the neighborhood.. Yellow
    Boy a cultured and reformed feral
    cat now house cat.. with still
    wild streaks that call of
    the wild.. demands
    his Sunshine
    on the
    Patio
    with meows
    of OH GOD PLEASE..
    AS SOON as Winter Clouds
    go away.. and his yellow fur
    becomes one in color with
    A Sun
    of GOD..
    but Moby the big
    grey whale of cat is not
    nearly as fortunate in his
    lot of life.. when i first me Moby
    he was peering at me through
    a neighbor’s window in Winter
    Time.. i thought to my self
    oh what a pretty fluffy
    loving grey cat.. would
    love to have one
    as then
    i am too
    allergic to
    have one inside..
    And i also see him
    walking outside with
    a Red Winter Sweater
    own.. animals with
    clothes are cute.. huh..
    but it was a harbinger
    of what was to come
    for his life later..
    where all
    comfort
    is brought
    to him.. and all
    he gives in return
    is Loving Purrs for
    survival.. but no one
    told him or allowed him
    to hear the Call of God
    aka the CALL OF THE WILD..
    SO NOW HIS DOMESTICATED
    STATE OF JUST FOOD AND LOVE
    HAS LED TO a diabetic cat.. early onset
    osteo-arthritis.. and the same stuff one sees
    with obese Walmart Shoppers in their
    new feet of carts.. instead
    of soles
    that still
    feel the
    sand of
    earth as
    ONE FORCE OF
    GOD.. and to be clear
    some of this can be genetic..
    but nah.. anyone who lives
    just three of four decades ago..
    without all the inside entertainment
    of today can tale ya.. it is the hell
    of modern culture that says
    sit on your butt
    and keep the
    sugars and
    starches
    coming..
    not the
    foraging way
    of life that is the
    hunting way of wild
    cats too.. like we humans
    when we too hear the Call
    of God all wild and FREE
    for basic survival
    not unlike
    any other
    animal of free..
    So.. Moby pays the
    price of a human bred culture..
    he can barely make it to the Litter
    Box and no longer has the strength
    to squat.. only 10 years old.. and
    at 20 years old our inside outside
    cat Arthur.. was still roaming
    the streets and woods
    for the hunt of life..
    win i started my blogging
    adventure.. my first blog post
    was a lesson of three cats.. the
    balanced noble outside inside one..
    the totally domesticated
    one.. and the feral
    one stuck
    now in
    the purgatory
    of human hell..
    but fortunately for
    him.. he still hears
    the call of the Wild inside
    and when A Sun of GOD now
    comes he still demands his
    place with that Sun Free Basking
    in the Internal warmth that Sun
    provides in the eternal existence
    of now.. as he cares not for
    the past or future..
    he lives one with
    A Sun of GOD..
    and yes.. i do too..
    ’cause sure.. i could
    have had Moby’s fate as well
    for the ignorant among us and the
    ignorant that has been me too.. not to
    realize THIS IS REALITY.. WE ARE HUMAN
    ANIMALS.. AND THE GOD OF MOTHER NATURE
    TRUTH AND LIGHT APPLIES TO ALL OF US EQUALLY
    whether we wanna follow the lies of Culture.. or
    Politics of Religion that will tale you.. you must be
    less than human
    to become
    God as sAMe
    As a child of
    Mother Nature
    TRUTH AND LIGHT..
    ALL THE ANSWERS ARE ON THE
    BEACH.. IN THE DESERT.. UNDER
    A TREE.. OR IN A CAVE.. BUT THE
    REALITY TOO.. IS.. IF ONE IS GOING
    TO ESCAPE THE CAVE ONE MUST
    NEVER LOSE
    SIGHT
    OF
    THE
    CALL OF THE
    WILD WHERE GOD
    CALLS US FREE TO BE
    WITH GOD
    AS
    SamE..
    sadly.. both Moby
    and now.. other human
    animals lose sight
    of that reality
    long
    long
    ago..
    perhaps a
    glimpse in childhood
    before Culture and
    the politics of
    religion
    took
    most
    or ALL
    OF IT
    AWAY..
    Nah… fat cats
    aren’t just corporate
    leaders.. they are
    human too..
    and they
    need help
    to the moving
    connecting and
    creating way of GOD..
    perhaps it is hard for some
    to hear or see.. but the TRUTH
    AND LIGHT
    IS GOD IS
    REAL
    NOW
    AND
    SO
    ARE
    WE.. NOW
    JUST NOW..:)

    Now.. off to dVerse to see
    what poeTry.. snowy flowers
    inspire iN others.. NOW..:)

    *
    Oh.. the worry of Nature
    knows no animal eyes
    except for human
    who will
    try its
    best to escape
    the challenge
    and adapt of
    Nature..
    oh human
    lies
    they
    sit
    so well
    and pretty..
    until they
    lie so
    still…

    Human
    FLowers
    LIve..:)

    *
    A time for
    hope a
    time for
    fear…

    A now
    for
    LiFE..:)

    *
    FLower of Life
    you skate on ice
    you feel the cold
    you fall..
    you
    break the
    ice.. but
    still you
    wake
    alive
    to
    skate
    with grace..

    PInk FLowers
    all alone steer
    queer Flow ALLONE..:)

    Culture alive..
    Culture shaRed..
    culture fLowers
    cold or hot…

    PInk
    ways
    ALLONE..:)

    SMiLes.. sadly too many folks
    these nows.. THiNK that
    heArt iS iN head..

    when iT stiLL
    moves.. connects..
    creates now.. more..
    than sitting sTiLLaLiVe..:)

    SMiLEs.. so glad
    you didn’t wait
    on the rules as
    this is one of
    my favorites
    Glenn.. and who
    is who to suggest
    who can comment..
    that part was funny..
    Anyway.. fame is a killer
    of human freedoms.. always
    has been.. always will.. i will
    never be famous.. i took care
    of that from the get go.. with
    my all male renaissance age nude
    art.. the homophobes will always
    be too terrified of that to let me
    in a place
    i never wanna
    go.. but never the
    less just a year into
    my dance.. named as
    legend by the audience..
    and not the critics.. just
    for the
    non-verbal
    pArt of me..
    that i carry naked
    all places i go.. no
    one.. NO ONE OWNS
    either the poeTry of me
    or the dance of me.. or any
    pArt of me
    but God..
    of course
    one must
    reTire first
    to achieve that
    as employer is now
    just another name
    for slave owner as
    has been the case
    from the first foray
    from
    A forAge
    of Life..
    It’s times like
    these that
    are the
    nows
    of free
    i relish
    the most..
    not to be paRt
    of any ART that
    is not TOTALLY
    FREE LIKE
    ME AND
    GOD..
    sMiLes of
    Art my friend
    and i appreciate
    alWays the rebel
    with
    a
    ’cause..
    and yeah.. the
    pInk snowy flower
    is a cool prompt too..
    if you decide to do that too..

    i’ll be back.. as
    Arnold
    says.. again..;)

    Living Flowers
    GloWsNow
    PInk…

    Other Flowers..
    froZen
    cOld..:)

    SMiLes My
    friend..
    greaTest Love..

    God’s
    gift
    NOW..:)

    Well that is
    seven.. including
    Glenn’s Poem that
    thank Goodness
    is still
    existing
    on the lInk
    pAge at least
    long enough for
    me to get tHere..
    back to Sand and
    Sun and tan of me..
    aLive.. as there
    are sTill
    Mores of
    that aLive
    for NOW..
    and back
    later for more
    as alWays of course..;)

    Several detours here and there
    and now back at 11:55 pm
    1112016
    to catch
    up to the
    rest..:)

    Birds rest on
    home of storm..
    Birds fly in
    storm of home..
    Birds pray on
    WinGs of fliGht..

    Words say
    less
    than WinGs..:)

    SMiLes.. while some philosophies
    suggest that human ego
    is not pArt of Zen
    Art.. i beg to
    differ
    as
    Zen can be
    fluid ego
    as Art
    of
    Zen
    actor of
    us as well..
    anyway.. relative
    free will spells all
    free
    as…

    i.. as I of
    actor plays
    as.. director of I..:)

    Flower colors
    flower food..
    WinTer BrinGs
    tastes SonGs

    Red bud
    June.. pInk oF
    WinTer sNow..:)

    Bird of Life
    CoLors Bird..
    floWers LiFe…

    sNowy pInk
    oasiS..
    no mirAge..:)

    SMiLes.. squirrels of
    grey gathering life
    come snow or
    color…

    Life iS
    whAT
    cOUnts..:)

    Love.. a flower that
    grows.. flower..
    a Love that
    glows..

    Red.. a color
    both
    ways.. goes..:)

    SMiLes.. reminds me of A
    non-fictional story of
    after my Grandmother’s
    funeral on a grey and
    rainy day…
    A purple
    flower
    rises
    beyond a pebble..

    My Uncle
    says
    mom still cares..:)

    LiGht
    of sun
    IsRaEL
    iS God’s
    BriGht LiGht…

    SonG of
    pInk..
    Love.. kiNd..:)

    *
    True.. Major Tom
    goes.. but Major
    Tom continues to
    come again and again..

    Eternal
    singularity SonG..
    YouTube’s forever..:)

    Smiles.. first..
    just to let you
    know.. Candy..
    your link did not
    directly link here.. but
    hopefully most folks will
    look further and still find
    it here.. with no problem
    at all.. like me.. smiles..

    And back to your
    poem.. smiles.. reminds
    me of my Grandmother’s
    crab apple tree on the
    river i am raised at…

    Picking best
    switches..
    butt red..;)

    Best pARt
    smARt phOnes
    capturing
    now..

    tiny floWers
    ‘come Hope..
    smARt..:)

    SMiLes.. a little sour pudding
    floWer.. goes aLonG
    way to
    diStill
    Instant
    Gratification..

    Bitter Flowers
    taste live
    Alive again..:)

    Well.. okay.. again..
    all dVerse has to
    offer today.. in
    19 official Haibun
    way.. all caught
    up.. now.. i thINk
    i’ll soon publish
    this.. and continue
    the rest of the weekly
    Fredbun’s in a comment(s)
    section(s) of the next blog
    post(s)..
    as this baby
    is gettin’
    a miGht heavy
    in weiGht of words..;)

    1:08 am
    1122016

  7. Victoria’s comment in response
    to my ‘triNiTy of Love’ post..
    on Google Plus..

    One of my favorite things about blogging
    is that we are able to create friendships that
    transcend religious and cultural differences.
    Maybe our world leaders need to blog!

    i say..

    SMiLes.. my friend Victoria.. additionAlly..
    if World Leaders could greater connect language
    to heArt.. and actuAlly feel the hurt of others..
    the world could be a more Loving place
    to floWer Hope and Love.. instead of
    Fear and Hate.. perhaps they
    should dance togetHer too..
    i’m not asking for naked yet..
    but perhaps that will come too..
    as sometimes one must ask the
    higher sailing price.. to navigate
    oceans horizons.. my friend..:)

  8. http://stripedtightsandfreckles.blogspot.com/2016/01/come-what-may-snicker.html

    Side trip to Shawna’s new
    and alWays temporary place..

    Yes.. Gemini.. hear..
    and tide
    is coming
    too..
    but is iT
    rolling..
    later
    now
    will
    tale..;)

    And i have to say
    that this SonG
    come what may..
    is the SonG of my
    life i wanted to SinG
    in beauty of voice at
    age whatever it was when
    i watched this movie.. and
    now i return.. and find i did it
    and dam.. i even SinG better but
    the voice is not mine.. alone.. ALL
    ONE and it only comes with choirs
    of ArchAngels
    at church.. not
    unlike the choirs
    i heard as a child coming from
    somewhere before confessionals..
    as then.. but anyway.. the lesson
    i learned is the only one i could
    ever Love.. come what may..
    and who will eventuAlly
    return that Love as
    me iS
    God end
    and beginning
    of never ending
    story my friend..
    the giving never
    ends
    and never
    takes any effort as mE..
    with GOD now.. sMiLEs
    of Love.. that jUSt gives..
    no illusion.. iT iS ALL REAL NOW..
    and yes the gAMe continues soon..;)

    http://stripedtightsandfreckles.blogspot.com/2016/01/bitten-nice.html

    What’s up with
    the muse
    my friend..
    trust
    is
    not the
    only four
    letter word..
    theRe is
    also
    the
    Tide..
    ok.. see
    ya.. going to
    the gym.. the
    gAMe will be on
    tHere.. and i will
    keep a hEar out
    for
    the
    Big REd..;)

  9. Okay.. flash back to hmm.. 1981..
    i am sitting across an Italian dimly candle-lit
    restaurant.. yes.. it’s the prom.. and i’ll just
    call her M.. here.. as you never know who is
    listening on Facebook.. smiles..

    She is somewhere around 16..
    half Italian.. and she asks 20 year-old me..
    soon to be 21.. to the Prom.. little did i know or feel.. then..
    it was to make another dude jealous.. but that was okay.. as really
    after being depressed.. over another girl breaking up with me.. my
    first Love S.. half-cuban.. and all.. me at age 19.. i was just
    happy to get out of that funk.. no matter what..

    And i met another friend.. named R.. half Guamanian..
    somewhere around that time frame.. also around age 16
    who became one of my only real friends during that time
    frame too.. as i remember her also at the base pool..
    in the Summer of 1980… yes.. the base pool..
    a great place to meet girls.. then.. at least..

    Yeah.. it’s easy to get isolated in a bigger
    University.. especially if your social skills
    ain’t all that great.. like mine were not..
    as a really geeky nerdy dude.. not unlike
    that Sheldon dude off of the Big Bang TV show..
    and yeah.. i had big gold wire frame glasses like
    Napoleon Dynamite too.. just in a little better shape
    from lots of running.. including 10K races.. and desperate
    weight lifting since 12 to be bigger than a string bean.. in
    way of arms.. and bird legs too…

    Anyway.. all these 16 year old girls..
    hmm.. remembering that song.. “She’s Just 16 Years Old”..
    now.. the song my friend Benny kidded me about.. when i was
    ‘seeing’ them.. but really yes.. even though i was four years
    older or so.. they were years ahead of me in both emotional and
    ‘sensual’ intelligences.. oh the life of a Nerd.. and or Geek can
    be so traumatic at ages before.. hmm.. 40 or so.. or at least 28..
    when i met the real Love of my life.. yes.. THE K.. at age 18..

    OKAY.. BACK to the dimly candle-lit restaurant.. as you might
    imagine i was looking at M intently.. FOCUSED.. as.. yes i
    really like dark hair dark brown eye girls.. VERY VERY
    MUCH.. and she says to me.. with a tear in her eye..
    oh God your eyes are scaring me.. i had no
    idea really what she and others were talking
    about when they said i had piercing eyes.. until
    i got a selfie camera.. and saw the focused look for myself..

    OK.. end and beginning
    of the story for now again..

    AND THEN.. after i figure out she was using me.. no big deal really..
    and later come to find out she thought i was kinda weird for not making
    ‘those moves on her’.. later at the beach after the prom.. i was doing
    Summer University School.. and yeah.. that reminds me of another girl..
    age 18.. can’t remember her name.. OH GOD.. she worked at Burger King..
    yes.. her name starts with N.. like Name.. anyway..

    i remember her telling me about loving the song
    “I’m Alive” by ELO.. and oh GOD she was really ‘stacked’
    as ‘they’ said then.. and one night when we talked
    to early morning on a Summer humid Night with
    the birds chirping early she went on to say..
    she almost committed suicide one time..
    that i could not ever imagine doing then..

    And boy did she have kaleidoscope eyes..
    like “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”.. and when
    i was driving back.. i heard that song by Olivia Newton John..
    named “Magic”.. also in the Summer of the 16 year-old girls in 1980..
    and man that song really sounded like magic.. ’cause there was just
    a tinge of Love in the air again..

    But nah.. not like the first 16 year-old one..
    i didn’t understand then.. that it really never feels
    like the first time.. as far as emotions.. go.. as that
    sex thingy.. was a real let down.. not the best part by far..
    okay.. and there is a bunch of girls i just mentioned..
    and i ain’t saying which letters i did anything with..
    to protect the anonymous.. hehe..

    Anyway.. back to 1981.. it’s getting
    near the regular school year again.. and
    man i’m really getting depressed ’cause i
    just can’t seem to really connect emotionally
    to any girls at the University.. but yeah.. i’ve got
    some friends named Linda and Donna.. that interestingly
    like me for my personality.. i couldn’t figure out why..
    it sure wasn’t my wire frame thick glasses and that’s for sure..
    i guess.. but still really just casual acquaintances kinda like
    my dancing friends now.. just friends.. just friends.. is all..
    and that is why i have no problem naming them.. at all…

    But yeah.. i start getting depressed again.. and it doesn’t
    help that i am a psychology major and it’s all about depressing stuff..
    so one September morning in school.. as it starts.. something sparks
    in my brain.. i feel really social.. and i feel drawn drawn to
    the beach.. it’s like there’s some kinda spirit inside of
    me calling me there.. but no
    i’ve never actually heard voices..

    Ugh.. that would be really scary..
    but still.. come to the beach is the feeling i got..
    so i went.. and then.. i just started walking and walking..
    and telling myself over and over there is nothing i really want in life..
    i just wanna live and feel.. and be alive.. kinda like
    what N was talking about the year before..

    And then.. i imagined what it must have been like
    for Moses.. Jesus.. and St Francis of Assisi..
    finding their internal meanings inside for how
    they feel about God.. in Nature.. at the Desert..
    etc.. and i had already determined that God
    was all natural and part of everything
    as everything by that point.. thanks to
    a great philosophy teacher named Mr. Hunt..

    So.. i walked and walked until the dark of night..
    and could not sleep for 3 full days.. little did i know..
    i was experiencing my first real manic episode of my life..
    they happened before at times like sparks.. but never for
    days on end like this.. anyway to make a long story shorter
    eventually my mother tested me to see if i had gone bonkers..
    but my main issue was really Asperger’s Syndrome.. of which
    there was no diagnosis then..

    So the Doctors just threw their arms up.. and gave
    up on me.. as i still made plenty of logical sense..
    it’s just that i could put my finger in the flame of a
    lighter right in front of me.. and i felt zero pain.. so yeah..
    they said this dude is euphoric.. and we need to bring him down..
    yeah.. they did for a little while with some drugs..

    But i threw them away.. got balanced again with exercise..
    and had a run of almost two decades without any real depression..
    and often delightfully happy.. until i hit the office life and
    dead-like soulless University environment again.. of solving problems..
    instead of connecting to humans.. like i did at the
    Military Bowling Center for almost
    two decades of humanity…

    Anyway.. i’m reAlly happy now..
    and balanced.. but my brain works way
    too fast for most folks.. and even i
    have trouble keeping up with it at
    times with verbal speech.. but hey..
    i can type really really fast.. and sometimes
    almost catch up to it.. and that really feels great..

    Oh yeah.. and finally during that really manic three
    month period during 1981.. M’s father who was from the
    Catholic Church.. where i returned during my vision
    quest/religious experience then.. didn’t like me and
    told me i needed to get my S together.. and no.. not
    the S who was my first girlfriend.. half cuban as such..

    But M’s Mother told me.. ‘you know something don’t you’..
    as she could sense i had gotten much closer in being ONE with GOD..
    HOWEVER.. i HAD NO WAY TO PUT THAT IN WORDS THEN.. BUT YES.. i do now..
    and that is wheRe the story continues.. far far.. far until who knows
    or feels when.. with wInks of course.. of words and words more.. of
    what’s between my two ears.. and the rest of me too..;)

    Anyway.. the activity of writing about the memories
    of one’s past where deep emotions of dArk and liGht
    are experienced along with memories of songs.. still
    easily accessible with great YouTube resources..
    and even movies from the past associated with strong feelings..
    is the Art of what is key in helping to bRinG my experiences of
    emotions of the past.. then.. to live those emotions again..

    iN the present.. where once again.. positive emotions inspire me..
    no longer controlled by the fight or flight stress neuro-hormones of
    fear and anxiety to move ahead.. that eventually wear a person down..
    and can seriously lead to premature death.. or just living like a Zombie..
    as it were for me.. for sure.. during that 66 months of the Deadzone then..

    And yes.. therapists are even using songs of old for folks with Dementia..
    as truly emotions strongly related to songs of the past are what glues
    memories together.. and while most humans no longer sing and dance..
    as moving.. connecting.. creating creatures..

    The mirror neuron activity.. of listening and watching
    what others do.. has a beneficial impact in expanding our
    empathic natures as Social and even Altruistic animals..
    namely H for Human.. when firing on all 8 cylinders
    as it were.. and can be again.. or perhaps 12..
    if one becomes a Ferrari human being..
    super tuned.. as well as being
    human now can bE..:)

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