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..:)
http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/01/winter-green-smell-grass-free-verse.html
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Hi gigoid.. long day
of dance shopping..
and glad you liked
the metaphors shirt
as i continue to
metaphor
my way
in fliGht
on Land
and
pen..:)
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..:)
715
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
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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..;)
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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 wheRe 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
owned.. 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 or 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..;)
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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..:)
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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..;)
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..;)
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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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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
Learning to Love iT aLL
and chances are
one WiLL Love
wITh
JoY
noW
bEcoMinG
LiGht of Joy..
Finding Balance
surfing Life.. most
importantly sharinG iT
WitH the rest of Nature..:)
i can write an infinite number
of odes to Joy.. as i’ve been
to the other place
of no hope..
faith in
anything
or Belief iN
anything at aLL
the black hole
Sun of
human
being
NONE..
BUT a dARK
foRce back to
liGht briGhter
than ever before
as a star shiNinG
briGhTly iN human
form as liGht flows now..:)
(insert E,W,and Fire song here..;)
A major roadblock to joy is
syntax and semantics.. tribal
language.. holds on form..
instead of essence..
prayer is real and
works when shared
and believed.. the Placebo
effect in science proves this
with no doubt.. but true science
also shows only a third of folks
get a benefit.. so no.. prayer
doesn’t always
work..
as not all
folks have the
ability to alter the
course of their lives
with believing positive
stuff.. however as always
change is possible and that
is where hope comes in and
for those who have success
with the placebo effect of
prayer that is REALLY
REAL AND no less
magical with
a science
word
for the
same essence
of TRUTH AND LIGHT
OR NOT.. and yes.. the
opposite evil of the
‘Nocebo effect’ is
as real
as bringing
on negative impacts
of life with downward thoughts
as any voodoo that any so-called
witch doctor can do.. and yes they
harm.. vs.. white magic witch doctors
help with the placebo effect.. just
another way of cognitive
behavioral therapy
where the
self of
we
learns to
guide as relative
free WiLL for positive
change.. in life always
now.. through just doing
it with action.. reading
a book is not
enough..
life takes
JUST DOING IT
TO GET IT DONE FOR
JOY OR YES.. PAIN.. AS
NOT WELL AS WELL.. now
And that’s the simple pArt
of Joy.. wHere iT really gets complicated
iS the pArt wHere if ya really wanna stay happy
ya never leave bootcamp.. as a military metaphor
for folks like me.. who started off way too weak
to serve the ’cause to protect Liberty
and Justice for all in the freest
ways possible.. yea sure
when it works out
that way
on a
National
Level.. but anyway..
Nature and Human Joy
Spells constant and unrelenting
work as a practice of becoming
fearless and loving too.. like
Cinderella or fella in
Kind and Courage..
the now modern
version applies
as well too..
there are no
shortcuts
to lasting
Balance.. Peace..
and Joy in Life..
it takes a Soldier
of Love to be Hero iN
God’s world that’s Nature
ONE.. iS just not a place
for folks who do not
want to fight
for survival
and joy
in the
most peaceful
ways possible.. which
for me.. is basically the
way of a Yogi.. however
there are no Loving Yogi’s
who will not insist on coming
down from the mountain of human
balance in bliss of heaven’s nirvana
now.. not to bRinG other humans UP..
UNless a Yogi.. goes the black hole
sun way.. now.. and refuses
to shine the lamp
for others
to find
a
way too..
anyway.. i have
many privileges in life..
and curses as well.. i know
little.. FEELING what works for me..
but i share.. ’cause yeah.. NOW..
i can irrefutably
prove
how
well what
works for me
does.. it ain’t
sidewalk
talk..
it’s
free my friend..
gigoid.. on earth
for now at least..
i Live as Leaves of
Grass.. GRains of Sand
and Oceans that flow
across shores with
no boundaries..
and there is no
wheRe i WiLL go welcome
or not.. that i will not now learn
something to share in the joy of
liFe.. both liGht and
dArk as it is
ALL REAL..
and
sAMe as
GODALLTHATIS
EVERCHANGING
EVERREADY
EVER
NOW..:)
Back to dVerse
Haibun Monday..
with more Fredbun’s
to come in unofficial
poetic response
in micro
and macro
all free
verse
poeTry
way..;)
SMiLes.. Flower
and Hawk n0w
liVe SpiRaLinG
dReams ’round
Sun or Bees
SunG aS
SonG of
Free..
FloWers spiRaL
Golden eYes
aLL..:)
Now then electric
floweRinG fish so
deep as ocean
black miles so low..
Grows strangest
liGhts of life
of all..
and to
thINk humans
are more special
than the rest
as far
as
aided
science can
see.. the humbling
pArt is liFe as aLL
that iS
now…
What else
need be but
colors of now..:)
SMilEs.. perhaps the saddest
of aLL iS SonG oF..
hUman.. never
finding ways
to sing.. thanks
to the drones.. the
robots.. who bRing
avenues online
to
sing
that SonG…
WheRe tool
and human
sings LovesHeArt..:)
Force Cold
and Hot of
Nature’s
CLawS..
liFe
cLings on…
Star dust
breathes..
again…:)
Best thing i love
about poeTry
iN pictures
iS human
bEinGs shaRinG
more than teXt
onLiNe.. iNow..
Rare iS A
face Real
iN Poetry..
Photos tale
more..
hUman pictURe..:)
Well.. all caught
up for now.. time
for sand dance
iN brilliant
cool Sun
of Winter
day.. as tan
days sTill for me..
in athletic wear
of God
allthatis
born as me
aS iS4N0W..:)
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Back at 12:10 pm
1132016
with four
more Haibun
links from
dVerse to
respond to
before
mid-day
Sand and Sun
dance starts..:)
COldest sTar dUSt
niGhts.. sTiLL smeLL
sCent oF liGht..
seedS Of dusT
stiLL
uS…
WiNter cOld
StaR duSt briGht
LiFe sTill coMes..:)
SMiLes.. why do humans
get cOld in Winter..
they wear clothes
and hibernate
in homes..
behind
screens
that become
life.. now…
i wear
shorts
outLiFElive..:)
Seed of
WiNter
never worries..
TAllest Free
once
a
seed..
i lost
my
Haibun..
my Haiku..
not to worry..;)
Hmm.. quick side
note for the potential
casual reader.. i don’t
do poetry forms
stRict
i
am worry
free..
and
essence
R E A L..
and poeTry
AM i now..
side note
ends..;)
Ah.. the mind..
Oh.. the body..
Wow.. the balance..
Mountain
low
Valley hiGh..:)
11:31 am
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a couplet more..:)
Green of Centipede reigns until
January Second Week
Winter’s breath
too.. here…
Frost Kiss
violet
Bloom Azalea..:)
Train song..
evidence
nows
gONe by..
SonG
proof
Train now..
Hear Now
Train
Track SinGs..:)
11:38 am…
And now to dVerse Tuesday’s
prompt on taking on the
persona of another
human being..
fable.. or
myth.. in ways
of poeTry to expand
one’s cognitive empathy
pass what they normally
do to move.. connect
and create in life..
and yeah..
ahem..
i do that
all the time..
whether folks
notice or not..
never judge the
essence of a book
or me by the cover you
see.. as i could make myself
anything from Devil to Angel
on cAll of Director i as Actor I
of play of life WitH ALLTHATIS
AKA God..
and often
iN my online
travels during the
5 years.. i have been
named many other
personas when i’m
just being me..
ranging from
Buddha to
a great Lawyer
and almost every
character in between..
as i reflect the world
i live in from
A to Z
and more..
as Ynot fly
a Zen Art of Ego
that works the best
in the Environment of
Empathy in connection
with others free.. the
chameleon arrives
in style
wherever
he(r) goes for
the color that
suits the now
of others
too..
Peace is
in cooperation
and balance and
harmonious relationships..
some folks use this human
power for strife.. and while sometimes
that comes intended or not from me..
it is the Love of Harmony that
sets me
free the
most
now!..
Remembering one of my
most outrageous ones
if i can pull up the
creativity to
do it.. NOW..
i am the Harlot
of aLL Lands of earth
butt i come for your women
and not your men.. i am A
secret pleasURre.. tHeir deSire..
A Harlot that loves women.. like
women who love women..
with grace
and flair..
butt hips that
work circles ’round
mounds.. wITh
oral sation
groWinG Love
Gardens soft
hard
sparkLinG..
tinGly
deLiGhts
rains PleaSure
reigns Love
reins aLL
iN LAir
of
i..:)
Okay.. that’s my contribution..
if anyone goes down on
what i do
this far
iN
words..
And that’s kinda
like a Fredbun too..
in last stanza now..
And i did my best
to keep iT appropriate
for PG 13 rated view..;)
Smiles.. the only way.. i feel now..
to fully understand psychopathy
is altogether to lose heArt
and i can say i’ve
been tHere
and it’s
beyond
scary
to say
the least
that there ARE
STONE cold humans
walking the earth
with no cares
of humanity
come now
dead or
alive
as
well..
And truly if they
always exist like
that tHeir term
here is hell
as there
is nothing
worse
than a
human
with no soul..
but sure i have
empathy for even
that human-less condition
as that kind of empathy cannot
possibly come as it is no empathy
at all
when
not felt
as such..
And to be clear..
i don’t really know
for sure if that is what
you are describing here..
but it comes close enough
to my memory of what that
dead place
in life
was like..:)
*
My wife is the female
version of Dorian
Grey.. perhaps
better termed
as the ‘Age
of aDaline’
sTill sAMe
age.. as her
at 45.. but
even younger
looking.. brighter
young face illuminating
all rooms.. where even the
Starbucks guy puts
Queen Katrina
on her
Frappe
cup
as he bows
down to her
beauty as
any
King
will..
So isn’t it amazing
she let’s me go dancing
with beautiful young
twenty-somethings to
tunes of selfies
of 600 total..
every
Thursday
Night week..
93 times now
on my blogs
this week..
you see the
Queen of the
World never
fears
another
woman as
she kNows
deep down
who she
alReady
is.. whether
spoken or not
it is clear as
her white illum
iNaTinG grinOW..;)
*
Immigrants coming to
a culture no longer
appreciating the
gifts of God’s
Green Earth
banding together
as a real culture
in a culture no
longer willing
to see the
dream now
that still
lives with
hard work..
hope.. and
togetherness..
Yes.. it’s all
about soul.. grace..
kind and courage to
survive.. and thrive
together as one species
who reAlly lives free now..
and hell yes.. it mostly
now.. comes
iN
Brown..
increasingly
as before..
‘we’ get
here..
Brown
iS
FREE..
and i’m
still working
on my tan but
i already did
my tiMe to
be freeST
N0W..;)
Side note here..
Victoria.. when i first
visit the dVerse trail..
a most beautiful
hawk lands
on my swing
of 20 years..
the swing is
22 now..
and A
Hawk
just comes for the
second time ever
back long enough
for me to photo him
for my 696th post
in my longest
running blog..
a siGn for
sure..
a dream
come true..
and yes.. now
as i continue
to learn how
to create reality
as i go in Hawk’s
eYes fruition
for what
comes
now..
anyway.. i thought
you might remember
that Hawk.. but if not..
‘he’ IS coming soon
again..
in a day
or so..:)
It’s reAlly hard for most
Americans to imagine now
a real war on homeland
soils.. but easier to
Love a country
when all
can be
lost..
and one
iS actuAlly
aware of iT…
Strength iN
KiNd Love of
FamiLy
and counTry..:)
A study of U.S. Presidents
is amazing.. as it doesn’t
provide a view of invincible
men.. so much.. as a view
of broken men.. some
mended.. but some
living by
the skin
of
darkness
to motivate what
it is then that makes
them leaders now
so high-n-might
in a so-called
free world..
but yeah..
things are better
for many than in
Lincoln days and
Candidates.. are
still as outlier
as they now
were then..
more than
obviously
that pARt
of leadership
iS nothing new..:)
3:44 pm..
and all caught
up on the Tuesday
Prompt for now..
Dance Shopping
coming in
all of
Katrina’s
Favorite stores
TG.. put the Key
board.. mouse
and scroll
pad down..
and move
free..!
baby!
MOVe!..:)
Dance is finished
for the night.. but
still sinGinG PoeTry
for the day.. now
niGht
here.. back
at 9:37 pm..
to catch
up to
dVerse
now..:)
i love mythology.. ancient
and modern.. so many
potential paths
carry through
your words
here.. and truly
all mythologies..
from Egyptian..
to Greek.. to now
Abrahamic religions
to Hindu.. Japanese
and Chinese variations
house vehicles and vessels
of human abstract constructs
that describe the human archetypes
oF our inner UniVerses.. that are no less
amazing with Wonder than the outside
one’s Telescope sees.. difference iS
inside is art.. and while telescopes
and scientific methods
attempt to
set
measurable
reality in stone..
the inner Universe
of Human is constantly
changing and truly a
non-repeatable
experiment
less the
illusions
of material
reductionism and
modern psychology..
and psychiatry..
breaking down
the mind now
to neuro-hormones..
neuro-chemicals..
and outwardly
observable
behavioral
actions..
oH.. the oracle
of the Inner Universe
and Morpheus.. the ever
changing dream of human
that manifests as us too..
for those of us
with super
charged
relative
free will..
but that is
ART and not science..
no text book will ever
match.. or science method..
But yes.. poeTry and dance
iS a SonG of human Art
that comes
to tale
a much
larger human
Truth and LiGht
as heARt expresSinG
SpiRit.. iN miNd and
BoDy balanCinG soUl..
no short-cuts in
pills.. other
than the
placebo
one
of
belief
that makes
a positive direction
of the UniVerse of we..
yes.. there is much more
than a grain of truth in
human mythologies..
liGht
heART
iS
iN
Truth
N0W..:)
SMiLes..
humans will
worship the
smallest of
junk..
if that is
what they
are told to do..
by others for
acceptance
true or
false.. matters
not.. small
or large..
the flavors
of culture
taste the
same as different..
large and small..:)
Fuhrer’s right
Fuhrer’s wrong
Fuhrer’s left
Fuhrer’s none..
bottom line
no
more..
rightly
gone..:)
i suppose.. now
iF liFe iS a soap
opera.. wow..
fragments
are never
lost..
sMiLes..
and alWays
found.. wInks..:)
Tribal
instinct
from birth
to death
escape within..:)
SMiLes.. sadLY
enough.. quintessential
Lovers most often fail
essential..:)
Yeah.. dam..
in REAL
liFe..
Humpty
alWays
has to put
himself
back
together
again..:)
SMiLes..
regret so
beautiful..
mistake or
not opposed
to callous..
regret..
gift
of sorrow’s
rebirth now..:)
More detours..
iN between.. but
all caught up
at 10:55 pm..:)
Back at 2:45 pm..
1132016..
playing catch
up again..;)
SMiLes.. WInks
it’s as plain as a
yelLow
combover
to some of us..
but no.. not wheRe
i live for most of them.. 90%..
Thanks God for the Internet
as the Valley is Low here
for the
MounTaiN
of Love..
but yes..
i come
down to dance
not unlike the
GRinch carVing
tHe Real Christ
mas.. roasTed
bEast
dISh..:)
i agree.. My friend..
All of Politics.. Religion..
and Philosophy.. is a PoeTry
prompt to me.. In fact of Art..
All of life is.. To me..
SMiLes more..:)
Sadly.. there are some
folks and some cultures who/
that cannot bear the thought
that women have a choice..
and those are most all
weak
folks/
cultures
@
heARt
most often fostered
first by daddies
and or mommies
who say
boys
don’t cry..
they do or
they dry up
and eventually
blow
away….
taking much
wreckage with
tHeir storm of
fear
and
hate…
‘You kNow’.. it’s ‘funny’..
i don’t think i’ve ever
had someone come to
my blog and provide
comments
of generalized
platitudes.. i find
now.. so much..
as i
explore so
many poetic
ways of life online..
and i rarely get comments..
but they all seem like true
friends.. when i do get
them.. so i suppose
it’s all
worth
it.. my friend..
as sometimes
trUly Loving
folks take
an effort..
however..
i didn’t speak
until age 4.. so
sure.. some of
us have an excuse..
wInks.. and others
simply try harder
to Love
and
eventuAlly
succeed
wheRe
Life
counts..:)
Love.. a flower..
not all feel..
Human
an
object
all some
see..
if only
humans could
feel like animals
they too.. could be free..:)
Coming back from
a visit to a shrink..
30 miles or so
from home
of Free..
Clouds of rainbows
colors horizon far
and i’ll be damed
if the Greek and
Roman Gods..
God
did not
disPlay
as cLouds
of
heARt..
Oh.. imagiNaTioNscReaTiviTy
now you fly so hiGh and color
ful.. oh science.. you never
ending same
stick
in the mud…
but no.. i’ll never
tale my shrink
about the
colors
of
the sky..
but he learned
the higher healing
power of dance..
from me.. now..
he then quits..
his practice..
now teaching
THAT as therapy
inStead.. so i just
didn’t have enough
time
to
show
hiM aLL
the colors
of Love..:)
WeLL.. the truth iS
human are only props
to some folks.. but the
bigger truth can be..
they are born
that way
and truly
it is not
tHeir
fault..
dARk
does
not always
now make
human sense..
as even they can
become fearless
warriors now
saVinG now
A reset World
WitH heaRts
or nOt..
gAMe
alWays
OnE
WoN..:)
Weather of human..
what ease inside
all bundled
up.. cool
and warm..
outSide Real..
they will have
the final bees
say.. on the
eventual
meal
inside..:)
SMiLes..
first A
drag
on fly
then A
roaches
WinGs
and now
drones
encroach
iN killing
life.. when
insects large
programmed
to kill.. or even
deliver mail..
balance
of Nature
less longer
moves.. no
longer meek
inherits earth.:)
all caught
up..for now..
3:49 pm..:)
Last response..
11:49 am
Life becomes
hell where there
is only fear.. and
worry.. wHere Love
can find no room.. but
sorrow.. with sorrow even
leaving in dark so cold..
Where there is Love
there is fortune
where
not
cold
just
cOld…
I love these photos:
https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3337.jpg?w=640&h=480
https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3340.jpg?w=640&h=480
https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3355.jpg?w=640&h=480
“fame is a killer
of human freedoms” … I agree.
I really enjoyed your prom story. And oh my, is this a gorgeous line: “And boy did she have kaleidoscope eyes.”
Speaking of the girl who almost committed suicide … you’re the kind of guy who reminds us all why we’re here in the first place … largely to dance and to laugh. You’re such an awesome human.
SMiLes.. and you my friend
are a favorite muse of mine..
No less than Olivia Newton John
style and Xanadu..
Per MAGIC.. Shawna..
too.. And you are one
i will never ending story
forget wITh a roll tide for
the road as the
dance of now
continues..:)
OK, this one comes in at under 9000 words, rife with 7 videos, 40 photo images & tons of fellowship, philosophy, & kosher advice. You are like Ishmael in the Bible, Torah, & the Koran, starting out with an emotional disadvantage, lasting as introvert for 40 years before you became a martial artist/Lord of the dance/body builder/philosopher & chick-magnet. I captured a couple of your images I liked, & will post them on my timeline on FB, but with your name on them. My name did make the poem, & todays persona poem made the comments; hey, I’ll alert the media. Your photographs still grab the lion’s share of my attention–a dozen images of Yellow Boy (who I now see has a bright white tip on this sunny tail; love the shot of he & Katrina sleeping. Katrina has rediscovered her smile, & unbridled joy leaps from her eyes. winter skies (love the image of frosted green plants with dead maple leaves in them. A few less mirror selfies this time; wow, hard to believe there’s like 700 of them. I guess I’ve taken near 100 over several years). You will one day have to explain the fascination you have for Mall store merchandise & signs; very eclectic, but
kind of hard to see the appeal they have to you. I like your lines /words say less than wings/ &
/no owns the poetry of me/or the dance of me/or any part of me/except God./.
Hi Glenn.. thanks for coming by..
and the white tipped tail cat is Tennessee..
for clarification.. a cat who is owned by a neighbor
down the road.. who decided to adopt us on a part
time basis.. as they have kids and dogs.. and there
is plenty of peace and quiet two doors down..
for cat bliss as it were and is..
all peaceful as animal
homeostasis.. smiles..
Yellow boy is totally confined to inside..
as he has feline leukemia and can no longer
mix with the other strays around the block..
but his health is fine for now.. as sure..
Love boosts any animal immune system..
that receives love as comfort.. and feral or not..
Yellow boy can feel that from humans obviously
for humans who empathy and can feel the
emotional contagion change hands.. to
paws.. in sharing.. feelings…
Thanks for sharing my photos..
and every disadvantage in life..
is a potential advantage..
if the challenge is overcome
with adaptation for change..
for the better.. either sooner
or later.. my friend.. what
works does work.. in practice…
And ha! there is actually well
over 10K selfies.. altogether..
but keeping in mind that after my
shut-in illness with the extreme pain..
and loss of emotions.. as well as effective
use of eyesight and hearing for anything
other than close and blurry dimly lit computer screens..
at the end of 66 months.. i literally had no conscious
perception of what expressions looked like on my face..
So the mirror is a friend.. to get me back.. and it’s always
Good for folks on the Autism Spectrum to practice
non-verbal expressions in selfies and with
mirrors for therapy..
most people can take that for
granted.. but no.. others have to really
work hard on the stuff that are non-issues to
others.. and a large part.. of why folks who have
accommodated symptoms of Autism all their life
to fit in.. eventually fall-out from the demands of
social stress by middle age.. and of course higher
functioning Autism has always gone un-diagnosed..
with more people showing symptoms than ever before
on a broader Autism phenotype.. as the environment
away from reciprocal and nonverbal social communication..
is rampant in the developed world across all demographics
of human beings.. where the environment plays a huge
role in potential functional disabilities in
human reciprocal communication..
including non-verbal language..
And regarding the mall photos..
i image American Culture for what
my life is here.. whether i agree with it or not..
just to share that with folks of other cultural heritages..
to see what it is like here in a typical American day..
which of course is always centered around the
institution of shopping.. buying.. and all the
commercial advertising associated with the
shopping.. however.. i often find funny little
synchronicities.. that are likely now only
meaningful to me.. associated a-causally
between the photos and my writing.. that truly
are God wInks.. if only for me.. and sure i count
that as purpose and meaning in life.. and also
among my many blessSingS as a now almost
totAlly free human beings.. smiles.. friend Glenn..:)
Beautiful song, my friend. I’m glad you ID’d the skater in the selfie; I had wondered who he was…
It’s clear to me what I said yesterday was correct; what you’ve described, re: your mental/physical developmental stages, is exactly how the next evolutionary step for humanity would HAVE to exist among those who cannot “keep up” with you….
I know not whether the degree of pain you have had to endure is necessary, but, for some of those with such advancements to the nervous system, of which the brain is the control center, so to speak, there may be certain configurations which can be upset or disrupted by life as it exists, such as in foods, or, other such basic systemic requirements….
A long way of saying what is, is. Some of us who are a bit slower, still get to the center of being, but, not at the same time, or on the same path… As JRR said, all who wander are not lost…. We’ve both wandered, and will eventually reach a destination, probably quite near each other….
In the meantime, I love your song/dance….
See ya, my brother,
gigoid
Hi gigoid.. such a kind and thoughtful reply and so insightful.. as always
too.. i see culture as mostly insane and away from human
nature now.. but i bought into the lies before
and my canary in the coal
mine nervous
system
got me
out early
which was both
a curse then but
a wonderful blesSinG
now that i enjoy life and
now culture adapts to me..
within the local.. state.. and
federal laws that protect
people who have
what are
named
as functional
disabilities to
participate with
their accommodations
for disability.. and truly
without dance.. i would
not have the bliss i have
now.. so sure it is my Wheel
Chair to bliss.. ironicAlly and
i can’t hardly expect folks
to understand that
unless they
have walked
in my shoes..
of course..
and you
have at least partially
done that in your very
challenging and work
stress related life.. as well..
which gives you much greater
insights than the average Joe
at Work.. or at Walmart or
the Mall.. haha..
the joys
of life are
mine for sharing
for free.. give or
take.. yes it is..
what it is..
now.. and
i am
what i
for one
will to be
and it is all
good to me..
my friend.. gigoid
for now.. as iS NOW..:)
The greater the emotional power
of the song.. the greater the spirit
of emotion.. inspires me to dance..
and the song ‘Pressure’ and
‘Come What May’.. as
they fit so many
emotional
experiences
of my life.. reflect
a powerful emotional
spirit of experience.. in
me currently still.. so i
was basicaLLy soaRinG
higher and higher in free
style martial arts and ballet-like
spins in the wide middle-aisle
of Super-Walmart Last night..
and Target before that.. to
the tune of five or so miles
as this was not a total
all day marathon
event of
dance
shopping..
my feet and
legs were fresh
and strong and the
skill of dance in practice
is a cumulative one.. both
in new moves.. balance..
and overall agility but
yes.. since i make
the steps up as
i go with
the GOD
of Nature that
lives within me..
it ain’t something
that anyone has
ever precisely
seen before..
so voyeur
facebook
videos
come for
several
reasons as Katrina
and i were recently discussing..
how many folks wear super cool
Maui Jim $660 dollar Shades at
night in Walmart.. how many folks
dance in any way.. shape.. or form
in Walmart.. how many folks
do a very unusual
style of martial
arts and ballet
like dance with
spins and all..
at Walmart..
and then..
how many
230 LB very
muscular looking
dudes do this.. and
then.. how many have
law enforcement type
haircuts.. and a clean
cut overall look.. and then..
how many dudes wear T-Shirts
and shorts when it’s close to
freezing outside.. and then
how many dudes do it
who are 55 years old..
so as one can see
this doesn’t
fit any molds
of social
norms..
particularly considering
that my local red state area
of 90% REPUBLICAN VOTERS..
EVEN IF THE CANDIDATE IS
AS COLD HEARTED AS
TRUMP.. with three
military bases
in the
area assessed
sociologically
in the link
below as..
http://mic.com/articles/76309/if-you-can-t-stand-hipsters-these-11-cities-are-for-you#.UI8N9fmLy
the worst place
to be different in
the good old USA..
NO THIS IS NOT THE
LAND OF OPEN MINDS..
THIS IS AS CLOSED AS IT
GETS BABY TO THE DIFFERENT
AMONG US.. and my area also at
one point in time held the record book
title.. of having the most churches per
square mile of any locality in the U. S..
SO YES.. my type of exercise in
Walmart.. is extremely incongruent
in everyday words of what one might
expect to see there.. and yes.. i had to
fight mighty hard with my justifications
to do it.. as my wheel chair to escape
the pain of severe degenerative spinal
arthritis precipitated early by a
congenitally fused vertebra
from birth… along with
spinal stenosis where
if i stand still for a
very long time
my legs
will go numb
not unlike someone
with carpal tunnel
syndrome now.. where
their fingers go numb
when repetitively doing
one motion over and over..
it’s smart to move both feet
and hands differently over the
course of life.. ’cause ergonomic
injuries are greater in potential when
the human body only moves one way..
and yeah.. moving all around
like i do.. can make ya
incredibly stronger..
as the
following
video provides
irrefutable proof
for in living color
in poundage
of close to
half a ton
pressing
that with legs
on parallel leg
press machine with
my arms raised in the
air 14 times slowly and
surely in the video that
is now up to 25 reps
over the course of
three minutes or
so.. again now..
as no more
weight plates
will fit on the
machine designed
for professional athletes
by the Nautilus Corporation..
and gyms with enough money
to buy Nautilus Machines.. like
the close to a million dollars
of equipment at my military
gym.. that i helped arrange
to purchase before i
left that job
as Athletic
Director in
2008..
it’s probably
the best equipped
Navy gym in the
US.. particularly
for a base
the size
of this
Naval Air
Station…
And yes.. i make my gorilla (or other wild animal) growl
when i lift as it increases both focus and power..
same reason Lions and other animals do
it when defending their territory
as such.. and normally
all smaller animals
get the hell
out of the
way..
as the
louder the
growl usually
indicates the stronger.
more fierce animal of
Nature.. that gets his
or her way.. of the
jungle.. the desert..
the mountains..
under a tree.
and yes
on a
beach too..
Nature merits strength
i mean duh.. let’s not
kid ourselves that
Nature and
or God
is a dam
Wimp
’cause most all
moving stuff animate
and rocks is nuclear
powered at core..
and that
is some
mighty
powerful
stuff.. all
this God stuff
is.. and sadly most
humans don’t nearly
live up to their wild and
free God potential.. and yes..
this was the Message of Jesus
and other Nature inclined sages
of the ages.. that humans
don’t come close
to using their
potential
in the
wild kingdom
of God anymore..
but HAHA!.. I FOUND
THE ANSWERS AND CAN
PROVE THEM TOO.. and they
ain’t anything that my feral Yellow
Boy CAT don’t already know and feel
all innately.. instinctually.. and
intuitively gifted by the
God of Nature..
and i’ve
seen Yellow
Boy when wild in
action snagging a
squirrel with a head
start of 100 feet or so..
lightening gold is what
he looked like with a hearty
catch of squirrel carrying him
with ease flying across the
fence with his newly earned
lunch.. put him at the size of
a Lion.. and no you would never
F with yellow boy.. as the Lion
is a much greater predator
of course.. and most other
animals.. than the so called
naked apex predator.. the
human who is a watered
down now domesticated
creature.. not
much different
than our Moby
grey whale cat..
who can now barely
squat his weight in
the litter box after
a life of instant
gratification
and purrs
only..
yes God purrs
but God growls
too manifest in all
of us.. whether we use
all our potential or NOT..
So anyway.. back to Super -Walmart
last night.. yes the Spirit of God is upon
me in terms of the emotions and strength
manifest in me by God and the similar
potential that all other human animals
have when utilized and practiced
for human excellence..
and while i’m spinning
through the aisles.. a young
woman.. hmm.. 17 or so
in high school age i’m
thinking comes up
aside me and
starts
to spin
with me up
and down the aisles..
probably some gymnastics
and ballet official lessons in
her youthful past.. and i am
cautious.. as any 55 year old
man must be in our culture
when approached by
an underage woman..
and i feel relieved to
see her boyfriend
with his
smartphone
camera.. as they
are simply trying
to share something
wild and crazy captured
on their candid camera
for the social media
world they live
in to share
and that is precisely
part of my Master Plan
to set more folks free with
the potential of their higher
power of the God of Nature
manifest in them set free and
wild and fearless to Love God more
as Love cannot live where fear exists..
as fear is the real core devil of all stuff
associated with hate.. including doubt..
greed.. jealously.. and other negative
con-social emotions that in that
dark way naturally seek
to divide and conquer
instead
of unify
for social cooperative
ways of courageous
kind Unconditional
Love in
all
Pro-social
emotion positive
ways of life to make
life work out together
instead of
against
each
other
as hairless apes..
so a pleasure it was to
dance ballet-like spinning
moves with the young lady
while surely they will broadcast
the event to all their Facebook
friends.. with my shirt
that says..
“HI IT’S ME
FROM THE INTERNET”
AS SERIOUSLY FOR GOOD
REASON.. it’s hard to find
anyone in my several
hundred thousand
metro area
population
that ain’t
heard
about the
‘wild and
crazy
dancing
man/guy’
from Northweset
Florida ‘Footloose’
town.. Yes.. in this
way for all practical
intents and purposes
i am Kevin Bacon in
six degrees of separation
too.. as me and this metro
area fit together now.. like
Butter and cheese.. and
that’s just the
first thing
that came
out of
my
fingers..
hehe… now..
Anyway.. back to
Super-Walmart now..
when the young woman
and her boy friend have
retreated down the aisle
and my wife.. who they
do not realize is my
wife.. is walking by
them away
from me..
the young
man is telling
his giggling girl
friend.. who is obviously
a little high now herself
in engaging with
ballet
like
dance with
me.. THAT man
is obviously
high on drugs
that is often the case
when young women get
somewhat excited over
my freely expressed emotions
in dance.. after walking too long
with their cardboard box boyfriends..
to throw some water on the giggles
of their girl friends.. it’s one
of those things
that fearful
males
do
to protect
their ‘property’
as it were and still
is.. just natural that’s
all.. so she spots her
parents in the distance
and says oh no.. i wonder
if they saw me dancing with
that guy.. my wife then says..
i’m his wife.. so maybe you
should move farther away
from him.. not
to get in trouble
so.. she is off in the
distance explaining
the whole thing to
her obviously
fundamentalist
leaning Christian
Parents.. and i think
oh GrEAt! it’s time for
a Fredlecture.. and hopefully
by the end of it they will not
have a headache processing
the speed of my intellectual
stimulation.. quick witty remarks
and other stuff.. so i approach them
not in fierce dance style.. but a calm
predator walk.. not unlike Yellow Boy
when he is approaching his prey.. yes.
let there be no mistake i am no longer
a beta male.. i am now an alpha male..
body language says it all NOW THEN..
AND THAT IS JUST NATURAL.. i am
just walking naturally now how GOD
has its free and wild creatures
do when FEARLESS NOW..
so i am totally calm like
the eye of Katrina..
the Hurricane
with winds
as strong
as i care to
blow in words
at will.. so the first
thing i say is.. do ya think
i’m sexy.. NO.. i didn’t really
say that.. just making sure you
are awake at this point if you
make it this far.. heHE..;)
i said do you think i’m
on drugs.. and there
is just open mouths
and blank stares..
’cause remember
i am 230LBS and
look somewhat
like a college
linebacker
in person..
could be Sheriff’s
department.. FBI..
secret service.. or
yes.. SOLDIER OF GOD..
ANYWAY.. next i say.. have
you ever heard of King David
and the Bible and his dance
before the Ark of the Covenant..
and then i say.. well as you can
see unlike David.. i have a shirt
and shorts on.. but the essence
of what i am doing is the
same.. to LOVE GOD
WITH ALL YOUR HEART
MEANS TO ELIMINATE
ALL ILLUSORY FEARS..
and a great way to do that
is to dance free in public..
to do it with few clothes
on is best.. but
shirts and shoes
are required here..
so i do it this way..
AND GUESS WHAT!
YES.. I AM FEARLESS
NOW.. KING DAVID WAS
CORRECT.. PUBLIC DANCE
WILL MAKE one FEARLESS.. IT WORKS..
and now i am able to Love the God of
Nature with all my heart.. with zero
doubt.. greed.. jealously and all
stuff associated with hate..
and then i go on to say..
now seriously.. if i was
really crazy on drugs
i wouldn’t be
able to get
on our high
security military
base would i.. so i go
on to tell them i retired
as Athletic Director at
the Military Station
and show them
my handy dandy
YouTube video of
what dance like mine
will do for power of legs..
and then i go on to remind them
of what Jesus is reported as saying
in the New Testament about folks
doing more than he.. with the
power of Faith.. Hope.. and
Belief.. after he goes away..
and then i say.. i ain’t
moving Mountains
yet.. but that
is a lot
of weight
for a 55 year
old dude.. huh..
and yes.. by this
point they still have
their mouths hanging
open a little bit.. look
kinda dazed.. but
they all shake
my hand
and say
have
a nice
day.. and
i’m thinking
YES! MISSION
ACCOMPLISHED.. A
SOLDIER OF GOD
DOES IT AGAIN..
IN THE MANiFEST
ARTFUL FORM OF
i that I is now..
the SACRED CLOWN
IS NOT A CONCEPT THAT
i INVENTED THE SACRED CLOWN/
WARRIOR CLOWN/SHAMAN ARE
HUMAN ARCHETYPES that have
been around longer than recorded
history.. as it is in our genetics
that certain ones of us
evolve epigenetically
in one lifetime.. to
do outrageous
stuff to show
a truly
insane
society
how crazy what
they think the social
norm REALLY IS.. NOW..
so yeah.. i got on the
Internet in my grey
underwear in the
first pARt of 2014..
in the beginning of
my SACRED CLOWN
MISSION.. and yes..
remember the ‘King
Of the Jews’ crown
of thorns.. yes
people made
fun of the
‘Sacred Clown’
Jesus too.. but Ivy
is my crown of Nature
Truth and Light and i am
the one who wears it in
metaphor without the
hand of anyone
else.. in
a vine
of Courageous
Love that spreads
everywhere i go.. and
hell yeah.. the American
Indians were doing this
long before the
really insane
‘White Man’
Culture.. pushed
it’s way on this continent
of God’s Green and Blue
earth.. with killing tools..
instead of
wit
of
human
being.. for social
change to make
human wild and
free again..
instead
of repressed..
oppressed..
and subjugated
with illusory fears..
in a literal hell on earth
of their own making.. where
‘before the apple’ humans lived
with God of Nature instead of
against God of Nature.. and
sure our relative free will
allows us to live
in hell or heaven..
but it is the
‘Sacred Clown’
or ‘Soldiers of God’
and ‘Healing Shamans’..
innately assigned mission
to bring human being back
wild and free.. to keep the
entire living planet manifest
as God in Balance as God’s
way is balance.. and some
times it takes a little
satire and fun
to get
folks
attention
B A C K
to being
H U M A N..
AND REBORN AGAIN..:)
http://dreamflesh.com/essays/clownpath/
http://dreamflesh.com/essays/warriorpath/
http://dreamflesh.com/essays/shamanism/
No.. there is nothing new under the Sun of
God that i am doing here.. the only difference
with me and most folks.. who might have
the potential to do this..
is i am fearless
enough
to do
it free…
and sure there
are others.. like
Miley Cyrus.. Katy
Perry.. David Bowie..
Freddie Mercury.. etc..
who get paid big bucks
for it.. and yes that is what
is required to reach the largest
audiences then.. but thanks to
folks like Steve Jobs.. and
Bill Gates who are also
sacred clowns and
warriors in their
own innate..
and creative
ways.. the
INFORMATION
TECHNOLOGY BACK
BONE.. NOW.. allows
one to just be a LEGEND
and not have to deal
with all the pain
associated
with
fame..
FAME
SUCKS..
IT DOESN’T
TAKE A ROCKET
SCIENTIST TO FIGURE
THAT OUT.. but the way
of the Legend.. earned
without money.. is
the way of
Jesus..
and that is
the message proven
to have the greatest impact
overall.. THE LEGEND.. WHO NOW
needs nothing.. but life.. and
helping other folks
in NEW
AND
CREATIVE
WAYS.. NOT
SEEN IN THE
SOCIAL NORM
TO MAKE
CHANGE
JUST HAPPEN
one human at a time..
a family.. and audience
in a dance hall.. Facebook.. folks reading
stuff on blogger blogs.. the creative
potentials today practically that are
free.. and require no path to fame
and misery of being
unfree.. are
almost
limitless
for the truly
imaginative
and creative ones
among us.. who once
again hear the call of
Mother Nature TRUTH
and LiGHT aka GOD
planted in our
DNA..
as human
archetypes
expressed in
all Natural
and Holy
Spirit
of God
living within..
in a soft resurrection
of faith.. hope.. and belief
in M O V I N G M O U N T A I N S
ONE GrAin of sand at a now.. JUST NOW..:)
StILL good morning on the west
coast of Northern California to ya..
friend gigoid.. and cat leelu asleep…
In the Tarot.. the Fool Card of Zero..
is obviously the highest
human archetype
to aspire
to as
it is
carefree
and in general
FREE.. seriously
with a smile.. laugh..
and wINks.. it just don’t
get any better than it is
for a free lance Jester..
to be employed as
a Court Jester..
NO THANKS..
of course unless
one needs money
for bread and
water..
not
much choice
huh.. Thanks
for retirement
options of the
past still open
to the fortunate
among us.. to no
longer worship the
almighty work of
the dollar..
so yeah..
don’t know if you’ve
seen that tarot card but
for all practical intents and
purposes that is Yellow Boy
at my side.. wInks.. bozo i’ll
be.. but no.. i don’t work for
Google pennies
i WORK FOR FREE!..;)
And sure.. i’ve
written about
this before..;)
SMiLes.. my friend.. writersdream9..
i ‘normally’ only respond to
links now.. on dVerse..
and folks who make it clear
now.. i do not overwhelm
them.. by commenting
on my blog first..
as yes..
i realize i
can be overwhelming
as i am no ‘normal’
human
being
at all..
and almost
from birth.. people
let me feel that in
no uncertain terms..
and that is something
i learned to overcome..
as there are two ways iN
dealing with bullies.. one is
vengeance and the other
is Victory.. Victory is
the h0NEy of liFe
iN unification..
the common core
of the Baha’i faith
that i have studied
intensely.. like all other
religions.. sadly there is
usually.. always.. at least
one glitch that precludes me
from calling myself an actual
part of the religion.. including
the Catholic one i attend every
Sunday.. and those are concerning
basic human rights.. to Love whomever
one will Love.. as all Love at essence iS
consensuAlly TRuLY ‘SamE Love’.. an
excellent modern song.. now illustrating
what i am getting to here.. that suffices
the point clearly without many more
details here.. as a person born
by the God of Nature on the
Autism Spectrum not able
to speak until age 4 with
problems with verbal
communication
throughout most of my life..
i am outlier in the way i communicate
that comes directly from THAT challenge..
additionally.. i was born rather fragile looking
and at times.. confused for the other gender when
young.. yeah.. but sure.. no longer is that the
case.. as yes.. the strong survive.. and
that potential is in most all of our
DNA if we accommodate
the challenge.. but never the
less.. i know the pain of outcast
all too well.. and yes..
it is time for another
Messenger of God..
in Baha’i faith words..
and if need be.. milLions
to set that pArt of God’s
record straight.. as nah..
God’s diversity is no straight
line.. it is infinite in paths and
spectrums of humans.. both in
gender.. sexual orientations..
and all other differences of
lifE that the savior of
science has
cleared up..
for many outcasts
in Life.. as we move away
from the patriarchal controls
of the past.. so heavy handed against
anyone reAlly then.. except for ‘white’ middle
age patriarchs with money.. tools of weapons..
and status.. to low brow the rest of humanity..
as it were and continues to be in many countries..
Change is now.. and WHO knows.. perhaps in someways
Obama is NOW one of those new messengers as he refuses
to let the herd of patriarchy mute his stance on all human
rights iN equality for all humans to love whom they WiLL
with Unconditional Love.. there are no ifs and or buts for
that my friend.. all are children of God.. all diversity
that can be unification..
if enough of us
go the
path
of Unconditional
Love.. but sadly.. some
still fear the different
among the Children
of God..
and yes..
God and his
‘New Messengers’
are taking care of that
as WE SPEAK.. SMILES AGAIN..
the Unconditional Love is the
God thing
through
and through
when FREE..
i find your post highly
inspiring.. but don’t ‘worry’
i will now return to the shorter
and free verse way
of me
on dVerse..
wInks..
PS.. i visit literally visit
all dVerse lInks through
the course of this year..
literAlly commenting in
poetic réponse to
tens of thousands
of posts.. through
the last few
years..
i feel
liGht
when i
see it
in words
and it is here.. my friend..
and that is the hiGhest
compliment anyone
WiLL
get
from
me..
other than
a poem.. wInks
again.. short
and LonG..
WitH
ONE
LOVE oNe GOD..:)
SMiLes again.. my friend.. out of all the religions.. the
Baha’i faith is one of the best i’ve studied
so far.. and i realize all the details
entailed.. and i wasn’t suggesting
the religion limits Love.. now..
whereas Catholicism does..
however.. science does
now show that
homosexuality
is a part of Healthy Human
Nature and even more
so among our closest
primate cousins.. the
Bonobo.. who rarely
ever engages in harmful
conflicts with each other..
unlike the raping and pillaging
chimpanzee.. that nihilists used
to compare humans directly too..
as coming in this world with
an evil.. nature.. Truth iS..
humans are not
the virus..
culture is..
in many still
sad ways now..
anyway.. never
the less.. i have great
respect for your religion
but on the other hand i have
standards that no religion has
met yet.. and
perhaps
that’s
not too strange
either.. sMiles..
as we are truly
all different in
someway
as well
as
sAMe..
and i for one
have learned to
tolerate all the
differences at hand…
That makes for a peaceful way..:)
Shirt of the day says..
“I’M MUCH MORE
INTERESTING ON THE
INTERNET”.. NOW..
i say.. it depends
on who you
ask..;)
And this night time shirt says..
“HI ITS ME FROM THE
INTERNET”
yes.. it’s true..
in the 3 dimensional
world.. folks ‘think’
i’m too interesting to
even guess what i do online..
hehe.. ‘LOTS they don’t kNow’..
So our neighbors who are the
real parents of the ginger cat
Tennessee who hangs around
our yard.. for years now..
are sitting in front of
us at church
and they
show us
a quick
pic of Tennessee..
all bundled under the
covers at home on their
trusty smart phone..
and i say..
yes i am a
writer and i’ve
shared the face
of Tennessee all
around the world..
and you know when
he got sick and was
all a bag-a-bones.. yes..
he got well in part ’cause
folks prayed for him around
the world.. and so she said
no wonder he has such a
big ego.. i’ll have to
see him
online..
meanwhile
Katrina is puckering
up mighty tight thinking
OMG don’t YOU DARE
GIVE THEM YOUR
LINKS.. they
ain’t ready
for
ALL OF
THAT YET..
and yes..
i know
better
than THAT..
most of the time
what stays on Fred’s
sites stays there
way out
of the
flesh and blood
world.. except for
a few prized very open
minded friends who
can HANDLE IT
ALL.. with
NO
FEAR..;)
The most ironic part of church
to me is the truth and liGht
iS seen mostly after life..
and over 2000 years ago..
at least.. without change..
That leaves a very wide
gap
of
additional
Truth and
LiGht now..
in fact
it leaves all
the truth and
liGht out
of
Now..
And that is
just plain inane..
However the reality is
for so many years.. to
stray from the past and
future meant outcast from
the tribe as whole then and
potential starvation..
misery..
and suffering
and even illusory
nightmares now of a
place off earth named
hell.. so what better way
to fix that than make hell
now.. hell no.. no longer..
Free is possible..
when Now
becomes
REAL..
and yes i still
enjoy singing.. even
if most people are too
wrapped up in minds
of worry to hold my
hand during
the so-called
Lord’s prayer..
the temptation
to go to prison
hell here is the
worst
temptation
of all for at
least
now
away
from FREE..
Yes.. the River
Flows NOW..
And glad to hear
your relief of pain
is still flowing free too..
Friend gigoid.. what works
works..
now
iN practice..:)
https://thefeatheredsleep.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/spoke/comment-page-1/#comment-6896
SMiLes.. when humans are free to express
all tHeir Truth and LiGht
the dArkest Rivers
of false
become
paths to Truth..
There is nothing
kind about a road
or an online
avenue
until inhabited
by the SpiRit
expresSinG
H e A R t
emoTioNs..
senses..
yes..
SENsualiTies..
in a miNd and
boDy coming
back to balanCe
FREE.. now..
these are the best
of nows my friend as no
longer the deep of us in
River’s liGht are shut-out
from surfacing
to the
Truth of Now..
where ‘Priests’
are ‘Pedophiles’
and ‘Whores’
are
‘Saints’..
and dArk
is finAlly cAlled
out for what iT iS..
whEre liGht
breathes
aGain..
thefeatheredsleep..
Not often when a name
becomes the last
line iN Dance
of poeTry
but then and
now a name fits in..:)
Katrina picks out and purchases
a Yoda Case for my Mac Pro..
but no.. the R2D2 Lunch Box..
was far to minuscule to
house the meals i et..
i mean
eat..
And i betcha.. if
i had her face and
body.. i’d be much
more popular.. by
way of likes..
both on
FACEbook..
and WordPress..
but that’s OK..
better to have
true and
tried
friends..
as the outlier
among me..
Anyway.. tonight
is my 93rd Rave Dance
Night celebration week..
at Old Seville Quarter.. with
all the cool.. college age folks..
but first.. i gotta another blog
post to make..
at least one..
titled..
‘Mountain
Low
Valley HiGh’..
with more fun Dance
photos added to this post..
sometime around
the wee hour
of 3 am..
on Friday
Morning..
so be
back at
least by then..
with more more
more stuff to add..:)
Hi.. Sister Soheir.. so glad
to see you back.. will now
be reading and commenting
on your next post soon.. my
friend.. Hope you are doing
great.. and happy you Love
WordPress… as well..
SMiLes My Friend..
surely there is a hell
and anyone who would
harm one hair on the face
of Allah that is all that is..
with callous..
will be in
this hell..
it is like
a pool
with
no
end
or beinning..
fire surrounds
it where one hopes
to reach the flames
to end
now..
but there
is no escape..
or visit through
a window on the
other
side
of beginning
and end now…