Cat Paws of Love

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SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid..
never now a need to apologize
for not having time to respond
to all my
torrent of
words in flow
and cou
rage..
as well..
For me it is the inspiration
that counts.. and friends of
course.. i never expect
anyone to
float
in the boat
i do now.. as my
river’s path
is different
of course
than most..
or haha..
all perhaps..
SMiLes again..
as of course aLL our
journeys and paths
are ‘IEP Individual
Education Plans’
provided
by both
the God of
Nature iN iNnate
iNstinct and iNtuition..
and OMGx2.. a culture..
school.. and work.. spoon-fed
to us from almost now when oUr
eYes meet liGht in delivery room
of birth in culture.. now.. recently
i used the old Cherokee Indian
Chief’s Wisdom of feeding
the two wolfs of human
Fear and Hate..
opposed to
Love and Hope..
but surely even though
Love is All i Need.. challenge
of Cou
rage pArt
of Love iS a
necessary pArt
of Life for balance..
and the tale of
three cats
who live(d)
in my home..
Arthur.. the first..
20 years-old at death..
inside outside neighborhood
Noble Alpha cat.. never getting
injured in a fiGht.. with no being
he ever bowed down to in
life other than
free as he..
wITh wiLd
cAll of THE
God of Nature
wheRe he found his
own answers in life..
of course with the
partial assistance
of human made
culture.. now..
for a guaranteed
and subsidized meal..
when the hunting was low..
but the fact is he kept the
challenge of life for survival
and moved steadily from
fast to slow.. to
his last
day of
life.. when too
weak to meet
the challenge
wandering into
the woods.. to go
back to the dust of Nature
and yes.. as Karma goes
to feed the
birds
in his
last hurrah..
doing life his way..
Yellow Boy.. all feral..
on his last leg of difficulty
iN finding a meal..
down to
single
digit
LBS.. when
he came out of
the woods and cried
under our shed.. gaining
predictable subsistence..
and a new found
respect for
human
beings..
his friends
from the brick
caves who altruistically
provided a bowl of
life sustaining
tender
vittles
and Love of
Course.. as the
wiLd boy who only
knew the fight of life
and comfort in his own
arms and paws..
gained
the
comfort of
human warmth
to the belly of my
wife.. and lap..
that became
the mother’s
milk
of life
once again..
born to the paws
of Love before
the hunt
and
play
of life
takes
over..
Yellow Boy will never
lose the call of the Wild
and even after ‘the operation’
as muscular and power
flows from before..
THE EPIGENETIC
POTENTIAL OF CAT
WILD STAYS
IN PLACE..
same as human
when more fully
challenged
in the
cou
RAGE
of life..
And Moby the human
among the cats.. adopted
by us from down the street
neighbors at three years
old.. baby allergic.. cat
goes.. to us.. spoon-fed
from birth.. with only Love
as the requirement
of his ages..
job done
well on
Love..
but job
on couRAGe
not pArt of his
Human
culture
functionally
disabling instruction
of life.. can i blame him
now for his diabetes.. for
his crippling weakness and
arthritis in flesh and
bones of walk.. at
age 10.. nah..
the enemy
is also
Love
in his
case.. and this
same sitting comfort
in human’s case..
Love is like oxygen
to quote ‘that
band’ you get
too much.. you get
too high.. not
enough
and
ya
gonna
die.. in life
at least.. but
without
the
cou
Rage of
Life.. suffeRinG
iS and Misery iS the
eventual pitfall and
stumble to a shorter
life in weakness and pain..
As always a balance.. iS the
answer to life.. Finding the balance
iS a challenge of a lifetime for most
folks now.. but i for
one PROVE
IT’S POSSIBLE..
and what works for
me may not work at
all in terms of dance
and all arts for others…
that’s the complicated
pARt.. theRe
are no
same
answers
to the questions
of life.. The search
for balance..
iS
a
me Art
of NOW..
but sure.. we
at least share our
stories now of what
works.. and perhaps
helpful hints wiLL spark
the life of others
iN
Balance
as well..
Anyway.. our challenge
today.. my wife and i..
was finding a lid
to a plastic
container
at Target
that was low
enough where Moby
can climb over the edge
for a litter box.. with
continued
diminished
use of his legs
a complication
of both Diabetes
and Cat Arthritis..
and medicine
is no longer
meeting
the
challenge
alone.. now
Humans have
a choice to move
early to avoid this
premature fate
in Wheel
Chair carts
at Super-Walmart..
but sadly culture
says
sit
still boys
and girls
and do
not F
in Fidget
in your seats..
at work.. at school..
at home.. and now
stuck to screens
as a self-fulfilling
prophecy.. that
even i fall
to.. too
often
now..
that i must
balance even with
166.66 miles of
dance walking
a month..
as sitting
still is scientifically
proven now.. as bad
as smoking cigarettes
for degenerative
human
health..
So i came down
from the Mountain
and not only said
let’s dance in
Church
i actually
F
iN
show
Ed
’em
how
to do iT..
i make a bigger
impact on healing
in the real world..
as reading
me.. now..
can encourage
folks to sit more
and more and more..
but i must at least
leave a record
of what
i lEarn(ed)
as yes.. it is
possible to both
move.. and use
a smARt phone
but OMG
not in A
car! oN
FOOT iN
AN OPEN
FIELD OF LIfE..
OFF OF SIDEWALKS
OF HUMAN MADE HELL..
i can show ’em A way..
but i cannot
make
them
drink
from A
Chalice
iNArtFuLFlowNoW
oF Human Dance..
Holding Hands with
the God of Nature
and All others
once
again..
as a tribe
oF FREE DANCE..
And a Springboard from
that comment to here..

SMiLes my FriEnd..
yes.. in the end
now and the
beginning
now.. iT
aLL comes
down now to
the Politics
of SEX..
Oh.. the balance.. oh
the culture.. oh the
FiN Insanity of
an originAlly
scores of thousands
of years.. foRager then
human being.. wHere
Sharing was the law
and selfishly
collecting
was forbidden..
and The Semen
of Life was sacred and
sharing sex was the
way to human
peace no less
than Bonobos
do today..
and nah..
not just my
roving opinion..
A Science studied
phenomenon in a
ground breaking
book study
named
‘Sex
AT Dawn’
free reading
for me at
the B and A
Bookstore now
yesterday.. only confirming
what i for one know and feel
as truth and liGht now.. both from
studying the Nature of Humans
and Bonobos in the wiLd..
now our closest primate
cousins.. and only one
who shares
the missionary
position of sex..
oral sex..
and
yes..
French Bonobo
tongue kissing as well..
and same sex female
genital rubbing and
males swording
their public parts..
and while some folks may
be saying disgusting.. bull
shit.. the only reason animals
lick the parts of others like
these bonobos..
is to feel the
other animals
pleasure
through mirror
neurons.. oxytocin
receptors.. and in general
the emotional contagion
of human
empathy/
sympathy
all imPaSsIONed..
for the hunting.. gatheRinG
and shaRinG of Life.. reducing
all agression.. violence.. warring..
while the ignorant psychopathic
leaning folks in Iran.. cover up
adulteresses to their head
for maximum
suffering
and misery
for torture
in stoning
to death..
these really smart
humans didn’t just
have single or only
double parent families..
they had up to double
digit and more fathers
where the Semen and
educational nourishment
of more than one father in
the ways of the forage of life..
was seen as a positive way of
sharing the Holy Semen as a
sacred sacrament of Life.. instead
of nasty disgusting.. humans now.. who use
it as a violent tool of defacement of women..
to share the dark.. of owning women and collecting
them as no more than cars with moving parts
to keep in garages..
or all covered
up in clothes..
with
owner
ship
papers..
But of course the real
insanity is huge populations
of humans in desolate areas
of the earth with few
natural resources
and harsh
weather
conditions..
not really
safe
for
human survival..
where tools.. become the
functional disability of life..
making humans softer..
softer..
weaker
until
a Life
of Moby
becomes
tHeir fate..
and to add greater
misery and suffering to
the torture.. they are spoon
fed shovels of mental stress..
in sitting still positions.. enduring
the tension and somatic pains
of degenerative
stress..
until
a slow
burn of
early death
is the final
fate
of
Life..
Anyway.. as i said
before.. there are no easy
answers.. and again as stated
over and over iN ‘this’ blog.. social
acceptance iS a vital instinct for
human survival in tribal
ways.. and
whatever insanity
to accommodate a
land of few resources
and harsh environmental
conditions.. is the spoon-fed
rule of life in cultures.. or religions
or whatever metal chalice that
holds the rules
of humans
for enough
insanity
in order
to at least
survive long enough
to reproduce folks
into the same
insane
cycle
of human
life again..
if i was born in another
country.. or not retired now
from disability and challenge
meeting that challenge and doing
all of this now.. my boat could still
be pain and suffering..
but i found a
river out
of the
dead
sea
and am
still traveling
upstream
in heaven
now.. NOW..
but yeah.. still
writing way too
much.. and sitting
still way too much..
and that is my problem
too.. a self-fulfilling sacrifice
as well.. in attempting to do
everything i can to help
other folks
out of
cultural
and religious
hells.. so sure
a price for Love..
a price of cou
Rage..
a price
for free
D O M
and the
ANSWER
AS ALWAYS
iS BALANCE..
SO.. now.. sand dance
with clouds and Sun iN Nature
for me.. to connect back out of
faux life to real life in
flesh
and blood
FredLand..:)

And yes PS.. then and now..
the Beatles ARE prophets
of the God of Nature..
Make
Love Not
War.. Peace
Baby and no
need to imagine
Heaven when it is
NOW.. just now..
in a warm
embrace
all naked
dancing around
a moonlit campfire
of niGht.. with other Human
Beings with the SPark of God
living from head to toe.. and
yes.. like.. LIKE one should much
more now.. for peace and
bliss from tip
of Penis
to the
Bottom
Floor of Vagina..
truly.. ULtiMateLy..
The truth and liGht
Feels Good.. God lives
in US.. and PleaSure
after
Cou
Rage
iS God’s
Way of Reward
and Balance..
and that’s
how we
show
God a
Good time
with ways of action
and consequence also
known as just doing
Good Karma
now..
Good
Karma equals
Pleasure after
struggle.. to show
God a bad time..
is the
way to
hell now..
there is NO
ESCAPING THE
GOD OF NATURE
EVER NEVER
NOW..
SinG a
Joyful SonG
of God in Blood
Sweat and Tears
in Smiles and Laughs
or go to
the other
place
away
from liGht
iN the
dArk
of eternal
hell now..
just
now
in REAL
LIFE NOW..
GOD IS REAL..
HEAVEN IS
REAL
AND HELL
IS REAL NOW..
and people do have
A GREAT DEAL! of relative
free WiLL to get TO
the liGht
place
with
a
little help
as alWays..
now from
FRIeNDS..:)

SMiLes.. my friend..
Challenge and Change
iS both the dArk
and spice of
life.. as
well as
liGht
and yes..
a little/lot of both
for me.. currently
too.. my friend
Gigoid.. but
trust
lives
Me..
Love..
as WeLLiT..:)

1969

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/01/atlas-danced-first-free-verse-nude.html

i had a science teacher
aha.. her name
sounded
like Ms.
RaNew..
but hmm..
sure.. spelled
differently then..
i think now..
but she told
us a story
about
taking the TV
out in the Yard and
Shooting the F iN
thing as it was
ROTTING HER
WHOLE FAMILY’S
BRAIN.. hmm.. i saw
the family.. don’t think
they moved their body
that much.. but she did
comment to a boy i knew
named Roger that Roger
means sit up straight or
you will be bent
forever
little
boy..
hmm.. yeah..
she was eccentric..
and that’s why i remember
her.. as STRANGE GETS
NOTICED.. FOR FUN
OR SCAREY
TOO..
SO anyway
on the tale end
of the Beatles Song
up there.. with Ringo
and Paul Singing CosmicAlly
Conscious by inspiration
of Indian Guru and all
of that.. yes.. when
we dance and sing..
in trance like mind away
from problem solving.. the
Truth and liGht of mind
and body balance
as part
of our
genetic
shared memory
with all of creation
since the point of whatever
is that still ends and begins
with now.. iS a REAL DEAL
OF RELATIVE FREE WILL
TOO.. that science is
stArting to shed
some liGht
on too..
but i ain’t
got time for
the slow.. clunky..
step one step
this and
that
worm
process of Science
Art iS FULL SPEED AHEAD
OF ME.. AND MAGIC IS REAL
WHEN YA KNOW AND FEEL
MORE ABOUT GOD
THAN CHURCH
AND
SCIENCE
ALONE.. at least
what it has to offer
for now.. overall.. although
many helpful hints along the
IEP.. way of course
for now..
and the way
now takes me
to dVerse to respond
to a few poems.. for
Monday Haibun with
Fredbun special
micropoetic
expressions
from me as
usual..
and then escape
finAlly out into the
GREAT OUTDOORS
OF GOD’S COUNTRY…
AS WALLS OF SCREENS
AND CONCRETE.. CAN
BE SO DAM
CONFINING
WITHIN
THE REALM
OF WAY LESS
THAN
RENEW
POTENTIAL..
but back to the
beginning of the
story this scream
of computer will
F
iN
Rot my
Body if
i do not
MOVE BABY
MOVE AWAY
FROM iT SOOn
and frigGinG MORE
IN THE FUTURE NOW..:)

SO LET THAT BE WRITTEN
SO LET THAT BE DONE..
IN FACT I’M GOING
OUTSIDE
NOW
COSMICALLY
CONSCIOUS
BEFORE
I LOWER
MY
CONSCIOUSNESS
DOWN TO COMING
BACK HERE
AGAIN..
AND
ATTEMPT
TO RAISE IT
AGAIN.. iN approximation
of these metaphors named
human symbols
of reality
named
words..:)

2377

Side note stARts..
Yeah.. i went on to
dVerse now..
couldn’t
pass this
concrete
thought
iN form
oF FloWer..
side note ends..

Concrete form humans
meadow violet floWers
Dividing Nature
and tools..
where
fools
tread iN
concrete from
Violet Nature deliGht..

Flower soft
truth
Concrete dead

side note again..
now outside
away from
dead
for me..:)

Back at
2012016
2:18 pm..:)

A skip over
to Facebook
Friend.. Suzanne’s
Link.. for now..

Superman/Batman..
Nowborn Superman
Nature Free Streams
FloWinG under
Angst.. now..
Batman
bridges
born
riches..
gaining
best tools
weapons
maKinG
Laws
Orders
concrete now..
oh.. so.. predictable..
safe.. Yes.. oRder now
DArk.. Freedom LiGht..
Cape FreeDom..
mAsk
Order..
BAtman
dArk pArt..
employ
tools..
B out..
Atman Truth liGht..
dArk Balance Order
Truth too.. Batman
Science.. Superman
hEArts Freedom Now…

Atman Balance
he ArTs..
Superman way..:)

now back to
Sequential order..

Bridge.. concrete passage
way over living stream..
paths infinite..
bridge one..
Stream
flows..
Bridge
sTiLL

Single file
human
Bridge now..:)

*
Center stage
work plays
Love down..
under tunnels
tear drop windows
buses move on without Love..

Hope moving
Buses
Moving Love..:)

*
Harried Lives.. sLow
cook.. of stress iN
hell.. Train
Windows
reflecting
Faces.. inner
Brain.. UniVerse
uS deeper reflecting…

Train tracks
now
deeper ThInk..:)

*
Streams now
Bridge past
concrete memories
stay same.. now
pasSinG.. now
Streams..
pass now..
same stay
memories
concrete
past bridge
now Streams..

No Escape
Now
Screams..:)

Males.. sTill often preconceived
predators.. when they are
just in man mode..
So true..
how cultures
since the Agriculture
age have made
this fiction
reality
change and
balance back
to egalitarianism
where chosen
froZen..
ones’
become
allnoW free..
coMing stronGer..

theaTer
naMed aLL
Earth..:)

Exquisite RAnDom beaUty
MeadoWed WiLd FloWers
SinG SonG.. VioLet.. noW
LiFe.. aLways chanGinG
never set onconcrete
wAll.. floWers… Now

TaPestry
ALL
NAture…:)

SonG oF JFK.. then..
lOnely Mother.. ’63..
two children.. Yes..
Valor glory way..
lOnely stone
cut bridge
life streams
on.. SonG
oF mY
mother..
then too..
lonEly
woman..
father worship
by three year
old boy..
one sister..
Doesn’t
matter..
Mother
won’t
work..
Father.. No..
wants Money..
leaves early..
Son lEarns..
never care
about
money..
Father
dies..
some
money and
little heARt
then.. at 81..
Son Lives
wITh Tons
More..
reGains
hEart..
lesSon
lEarned…

Hi.. Daddy..
meeK
InHeRiT aLL..;)

SPend heARt..
save
MoNey..;)

lesSon multiPLies
iNow
HeARt/MOney..;)

NoW
True
StorY…;)

Thanks Daddy..
smALL
iNheRiT
aLL nOW
HEaRT
LESsON..:)

All Caught up
to nine total..
slow day at dVerse..
workout comes.. food..
and my new
show
Lucifer
after that..
and back
to here..
yeah..
the
other
place..
then..;)

5:07 pm…
oH BoY.. now..
SPrinG fever
coming soon..
still dayliGht
and creativity
does grow
wITh liGht
of ME..:)

2813

BB-8.. is a rather strange..
Droid.. as he or she or
whatever BB-8 is..
seems to express
complex emotions..
quite a change from
the rather predictable
R2D2.. of 1977..
fast forward..
some 38 years
and Evolution
Orange is upon us..
iN sacred balance..
of the middle chakra..
per food and sex..
and feeling a
wide range
of emotions..
but i must say
i am a lot blue
today too..
and enough
of that hear..
more about it
on my blog
‘later’..
sadly
already
enough….
Rewind.. somewhere
around the Winter of 2006..
i never could have a cat inside
as my allergies.. so severe to cats
closed up my sinuses and throat
to the point i could not breathe..
i suppose the first time i lost
my ability to Love.. was
when my Dog Charlie
my only friend
in middle
school.. outside
of family.. passing
by the Tennis Court
in school bus.. saw him
on the side of the road..
beyond my ability
to take
one
more hurt
in heart.. as almost
everyone told me i did
not deserve to exist then..
except for him outside of family..
no more dogs for me.. it hurt too much..
and so wanted to love and be loved
in return by a girl friend.. one comes
at 18.. leaves.. at 19 on a dance
floor while the EW and F song
‘After the Love is Gone’..
is playing..
and she
says sorry
i don’t love
you anymore..
crushed again..
but the dog i Love
is still alive.. and there
is nothing still I can do
to bring her back..
alive
or not..
i suppose it
is part of the
Autism Thingy..
emotions so strong
and nuanced and complicated
that ya just have to find a way
to shut them off.. not understanding
that shutting them off.. is the worst
thing a person can do.. and
writing is such a blessing
now to process grief..
when my Father
died in
2014.. and
a month later
our 20 year
old cat
Arthur..
and i borrowed
this song from friend
Shawna.. a few weeks ago
petting my cat Moby..
coming to the reality
that we probably only
had a few weeks left
with him.. as
he was progressively
getting weaker and
weaker from
Diabetes..
to the
point today..
after returning from
working out.. where
Wife Katrina tells me
he no longer can
control his bladder
and can barely lift him
self up off
the floor..
still managing
to Love and purr..
through all his weakness
and pain.. with no complaints
really to tale us of how bad
he feels throughout his
body.. anyway.. we
would love to
hold on to
him longer..
but with animals
modern medicine is
kind.. there is not a requirement
for severe suffering as animals
can naturally go.. easy
into the peace
of night..
only knowing
living.. never suffering
too much.. and never
truly knowing the
reality of
death either..
other than
escape from
misery and suffering..
so yes.. we said our
goodbyes tonight..
and tomorrow
will be the last
goodbye.. too..
and i suppose
this song will
be our song..
and whenever
i need to cry for the
grief i will be able to
play it to bring the tears
again.. tears for Love
is never having
to say we
are sorry..
and the first day
i saw Moby looking at me
through our neighbor’s window
i said to myself.. what a furry grey
Lovable Looking cat.. and later i saw
him in a bright red Winter Sweater outside..
and said man i wish so much i could have
a cat like him inside to love all the time if
only my allergies would go away..
well when God took my emotions
away.. God took my allergies
away to cats as well..
so one day
Moby arrived
on our porch..
back in late 2008
around three years
old then.. he with no
front claws had been
kicked out of home
’cause a new baby
was allergic
to him.. then..
he found refuge
at our home..
and the
neighbors
allowed us
to adopt him..
and he and Arthur
became inside cats..
with Moby only inside..
just Loving me all he could
and me finally being able
to feel that Love
some years
later returning it..
when we had to
put another beloved cat..
Sunny Boy down.. the son
of Yellow Boy injured by another
cat around the block.. finding out
he had Kitty Aids at the Vet..
such a hard decision that
was in April of 2013..
but finally a tear..
that made me
feel stronger
inside than
five years
to that point..
finally a tear
that led to my
recovery.. along with
poetry writing.. and eventually
dance.. to bring emotions all
back and stronger than
ever before..
Now Love is
mine to give.. and i have
enough to give to many
more cats in my
life and humans
too..
come
what
may..
Yeah.. and anyone
who says that God doesn’t
exist.. has never met God
like i have… as today when
we were going to have our
last full day with
Moby.. those
neighbors
passed us
twice in Target..
speaking to us..
in our last ditch
effort to find a litter
box as plastic lid from a
storage container that
Moby might
be able
to lift himself
into.. we didn’t have
the heart to tale them
what was happening to
their beloved
cat from
before..
perhaps we
should have
given them
one more
chance
to see him..
but perhaps
that was God
just telling
me God has
God’s hand
on my
shoulder
letting me
know God
is still here
for me.. to hold
my hand.. come
what
may
still
forever
now.. NOW..
anyway i WiLL
change my life for
the even better iN
memory of Moby.. like
all other darkness has
brought victory of liGht
to me.. with 100% faith..
hope and belief iN
God even in
the dArkest
hell when
i could
feel none
of God
then…
Yes.. God does
work in mysterious
ways for those who
truly wanna
find
’em..
it’s
a choice
of relative
free will WITH GOD
BEYOND ALLIMAGINATION
OF SCIENCE.. AS SCIENCE
HAS
ZERO
IMAGINATION..
AND HUMANS
ARE TRULY
MAGIC
FULLY
EMPLOYED
BY GOD..
NO MATTER
WHAT ThEir MISSION
iS iN THIs LIFE.. AND FOR
ME IF i HAD TO i WOULD BE
THE
DEVIL
FOR GOD..
THAT’S FAITH…
AND YES.. PER
THE NEW SHOW
LUCIFER..
THE REAL
METAPHOR
FOR THE
DEVIL..
iS ONE
WHO EVENLY
DISTRIBUTES
KARMA.. NOW
IN HELPING
GOD
SET
THE RECORD
STRAIGHT..
BUT IN
MOST
HUMANS
THE REAL DEVIL IS FEAR..
oF LIVNG FREELY NOW..:)

3903

Quick visit
to Shawna’s
place.. and
then some
sleep…

OMG..
you
ARE
sTill
here..
a record
and i’m
sad..
have to
take Moby
to his last
visit at the
vet tomorrow
so say a prayer..
my friend..
for cats
in
heaven..:)

3944

Well.. most every visit
to the vet is a trauma for
Moby.. terrified he was to
visit a vet.. and the feral animal
in him.. came out in a defiant display
of cat power.. with growls as deep
as most small Lions..
but today.. he was
calm for his last visit
and Loving to the end..
and Love is the gift of some
cats like Moby.. that gives from
beginning to
last
breath
of God’s
gift of cat..
and sure i did my
crying and so did Katrina..
and now i have something to
do with my emotions instead of
repressing them all bottled inside..
i can dance.. i can listen to the sad
songs that remind me of Moby
and cry tears for the
beauty of his love
i miss.. and
then i can
reflect better
on cats of the past
who i loved so much too..
and my dog Charlie.. and
increase the size of my heArt
even greater to hug my wife
and other folks too..
and speaking of
cats and
Growing
Grinch
sized heARts
into ten or more sizes
bigger than before..
for my own
reference
and Love
my first couple
of posts associated
with Sunny Boy as i was
trying so hard to come out
of emotional numbness iN liFe..
then a story about Oreo.. the
6LB cat that attacked Sunny
Boy that led to his demise
and my first tear
in five years
and the
rebirth
of my heARt
SpiRit and SoUl
so alive eventually
in July of 2013..
where really
even though
so much suffering
came from that fight
including true death
of a beloved cat..
the savior of
a sOul
can
originate
in the silver
lining of dArk
acts of
Nature
as well..
so sure.. the
world is black and
white.. and grey
but the
colors
briGhtest
of Life can arise
from the dArkest
bLack of Life
where
daRk
is
an
ARk
to liGht..
with additional posts
coming in memorial
of my father
and cat
Arthur
that
Summer
of 2014..
and
now
‘Paws
of Love’
to close this post
out now.. in Memorial
of Beloved Moby..
a cat who also
helped
me hang
in there for
five years
with the
suicide
disease..
type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia.. and there
are the celebrations of life
that still exist.. ranging from
my Sister’s Biopsy that came
out okay yesterday.. to selling
my father’s estate last week
and finally having the
opportunity
to become
more
debt
free..
in paper
work ways..
and what a gift
writing is to be able
to memorialize all
the emotions..
losses..
and gains
of life.. but
to be able to
fully experience
emotions ranging
from dArk to liGht
and expresSinG them period
iS the elixir of life that
keeps us moving
free and
powerful
as God’s
trUly
liGht
creatures
as humans can be..
Where the Sun of uS
are our rAys of Love that
reach out as far as imagination
and creativity will take them.. and
also enhanced by the robots.. and
scientists of life.. from Gates.. to Jobs
to my iphone6s.. that is even powerful
enough to
open
up
my brain
and hEart..
forever.. relatively..
in human terms of
servers online and
phones strong
enough
and
patient
enough
to hEar me..
sMiLes.. i wouldn’t
wanna be anything but
human.. and a Kat too..:)
And for memories (lInked)
sake.. memories now from
the past.. and a particularly
human one.. named
Autistic
Love
Letters..
that truly
led to my
awakening
as a human being
with several mystical
posts coming after that..
where human archetypes
ranging from numbers to
soUl came to liGht after..
then.. and
what has
eventually
led to
ALL
of
this..
NOW..:)

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/03/katie-miaaghogday-my-perspective-on-life.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/03/challenging-alexithymia-with-music.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-divine-comedy-autism-and-alexithymia.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/06/visiting-garden-of-band-aid.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/04/goodbye-sunny-boy.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/06/autistic-love-letters.html

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/07/oreo-meaning-of-life.html

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/05/22/in-memory-of-my-father-first-fred/

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/06/13/celebrating-first-fred-fathers-life-in-memorium/

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/06/30/true-friends-never-pass-away/

And no.. i didn’t
write 10K to 40K or even
50K posts then like
my first free verse
poetry
Novel
linked
here weighing
in at 41,133
words for
main post
with around
10K or
so more
words
in comments
section to make
over 50K words
in this one..

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/12/26/godsuniversenovel/

but i did a 6K or so word
post named
Revelation
66.. that
Brian Miler
Called the Mother
of all Blog posts..

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/07/revelation-66.html

and that
Mother
had many
giant children
eventually
hehe..
like
Jack
in the
Bean
Stalk
BrinGinG
them down
from the clouds…

Anyway.. the point is..
(:..PERHAPS NOVEL..
IF i DON’T PUT
THE BRAKES
ON SOON..;)
the human heARt iS
a muscle of imagination..
creativity.. and most of ALL
feeLinG.. when expresSinG
that fEElinG as SpiRit in writinG..
dancinG and
even martial
arts And more
ARTS! to SHAKE!
IT ALL OFF!
in a miNd
and BoDy
BalanCinG
SoUl.. now..
AND FEEL
iT MORE
AND MORE
AGAiN..!
iN SpiRit
oF EmoTion..
True..Love is the
Muscle and LiGht
both courage and
kind that i wanna
exercise more and
more.. and yes.. sure.. share
and yes.. i have craZy Love..
as Love iS as Love does…
iN my case
iT iS
EXxtremeLy
ZEALOUS
LOVE.. AND
i ain’t the
first one
TO
LOVE
LIKE THIS..
AS IT IS
THE
GREATEST
iN AND OuT
THING TO DO OF ALL..
but perhaps you have
to go to the
dARkest
place of
All to Love
the Most.. so
if i signed up
for that pARt..
i guess i wasn’t
reAlly crazy after
all iS said and done
to get here iN the
Heaven oF
Love iN
Cou
Rage
and
KiNd
now!..
So yeah.. sure
they talk about the
Singularity iN terms
of uploading intellect
as machine and
hUman online..
but no..
that is not
a Singularity
that is only half
a brain and body
less than human
as robot being..
the real BB-8..
is as inFiniTy
standing
tall
now
8.. wHere
folks have been
uploading tHeir greater
intelligence of Arts in
human emoTioNs
eXpResSing
that SpiRit
of HeARt
iN miNd
and BoDy
balanCinG from
the first dance
naked around
campfires of
moonlit
nights
wildly
wiTh beats
of drums..
and recorded
in that first cave
painting and more..
as a record of our
soUl comes
collective
consciousness
iN more than intellect
and science iN ways
of hEart and aRT
Alive stiLL
now
iN media
of uS
that stays
alive for
others to share
for generations and
generations now.. as
there is much to learn
butt.. by God.. THERE
IS MORE
TO FEEL
ALIVE..
AND
SHARING
THE REAL
GIFT OF
BEING
HUMAN..
THE GREATEST
GIFT OF LOVE iN
COURAGE AND KIND..
YES.. MOBY iS A VERY
INSPIRAtiOnAL CAT
AND ALL WHO
INSpiRE ME
LIVE oN
iN
my Art
of Human
Being.. both
flesh
and
media
as iS
NOW
and
then.. ALiVe..
iN eYes oF Me..:)

5038

Rafiah..
provides
a quote
from the
Kuran that
says..

“2:152 – Surah Al-Baqarah

So.. remember me
and i will
remember
you..
and be
thankful
to me..
and be
not
ungrateful
to me…”

And i
say..

..:)

But first i say
all the rest
of the
above
and
more..
wInks..

And then i say..

HoldinG aLL
iN liFe.. dArk
and liGht
iS to
hold
God
iN oUr
hAnds JuSt
NOW Free
and WiLd
as wE
SpiRits
of God
caNbeN0W..:)

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19 Responses to Cat Paws of Love

  1. I love this picture:

    https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/img_4991.jpg?w=640&h=480

    Ha. Perfect word split:

    cou
    rage

    Hey. How did you know my middle name is Lee? 🙂

    SMiLes

    “but sadly culture
    says
    sit
    still boys
    and girls
    and do
    not F
    in Fidget
    in your seats” … I know, right? It’s a travesty.

    Love this:
    “is to feel the
    other animals
    pleasure
    through mirror
    neurons” … All primal and such.

    This is priceless, dude:
    “these really smart
    humans didn’t just
    have single or only
    double parent families..
    they had up to double
    digit and more fathers
    where the Semen and
    educational nourishment
    of more than one father in
    the ways of the forage of life..
    was seen as a positive way of
    sharing the Holy Semen as a
    sacred sacrament of Life”

    I’m so sorry about your cat sadnesses and losses.

    • Hi Shawna.. nice to see you headlining
      my next epic post here again..
      as haha.. i have real
      human issues today..
      and actually behind
      the reciprocating
      of writing back
      to folks today..
      so yes..
      proof..
      i am
      just human
      when faced
      with human
      issues of life..
      but the good news
      is.. i am alive and well
      and Moby is out of his
      misery and suffering..
      and there are still
      plenty of people
      to Love in
      this world
      friend..
      like
      friends
      like you and
      gigoid..and Rafiah..
      my Monsignor Mike
      Priest from Church..
      Cortney.. Chelsea..
      Soheir.. Imran..
      and all the other
      family members
      as friends and
      family who
      are the
      Star Children
      who group around
      me for now.. just for
      fun.. sMiles..
      and yes..
      i like the
      name Lee..
      my first Girl
      friend Sonia’s
      middle name
      was Sonia Lee..
      and she had a lot
      of kids and nursed
      a lot too i’m sure..
      memories..
      more
      memories
      friend..
      the
      stuff of life
      that make us breathe
      more.. more.. Love..:)

  2. gigoid says:

    A beautiful paean to Moby, and Arthur, and Yellow Boy… Know they will always be there with you, as long as you hold them in your heart…..

    Too much in me to write now; this brought back to me the passage of Noah, my companion for almost 18 years, an Aussie heeler mix, who was truly an ethical master, giving only love, loyalty, and trust to us his entire life….

    Leelu sense it, though, cuz now she wants to play…. see ya tomorrow, brother

    gigoid

    • Hi gigoid.. thanks for stopping
      by and see.. once i gained
      some real world
      issues to deal
      with.. you
      even beat
      me to comment
      here before i am
      still getting around
      to your new post
      today.. and yes..
      the heArt
      is an
      endless
      organ
      iN
      symphony
      of Love..
      as long as
      we play heArts
      all the other heARts
      alive and passing..
      are one
      with
      us..
      my friend..
      as every living
      and inanimate
      creation has
      a spirit
      that the
      sensitive
      of us can feel
      as real or as memory
      REAL.. iN the touch
      and FeeL
      oF Loving
      liGht
      Life
      NOW…:)

  3. http://amygdalinrush.blogspot.com/2016/01/some-how-rhyme.html

    Ha.. i do that too..
    reading in a
    high brow
    accent..
    it’s like i’ve
    always been
    born somewhere
    proper.. and you
    are on a real roll..
    Shawna baby..
    your poeTry
    is all hEated
    up..
    i am like
    totAlly
    exhausted
    but will be
    by tomorrow
    for catch up
    on dVerse..
    if you
    keep
    hanging..
    high and low
    here for now..:)

  4. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/02/curious-fractals-or-penny-wise-mavens/

    Well.. my favorite Springboard today..
    gigoid.. iS Jung’s Instinct for Play..
    Cat Arthur never
    stopped the play
    for hunt until
    his last
    play of
    instinct
    to settle life
    in the woods at
    age 20.. Yellow
    Boy.. faces the moment
    inside still with the play
    of tools.. like
    prey
    available..
    made as such
    from us.. plastic
    rodents.. etc..
    And i for one
    play everynow
    from head to
    toe.. in feeLinG
    Life free enough to
    FeeL.. iT aLL now..
    WiLL iS instinct
    when properly
    driven..
    like a finely
    tuned human
    Ferrari.. practice..
    practice.. practice..
    biofeedback of body
    wIth miNd.. and potential
    iS practically limitless
    in terms
    oF
    Human..:)

  5. Facebook Friend Rafiah provides
    the following link.. illustrating
    25 global wedding dress
    traditions..

    http://www.techinsider.io/wedding-dresses-from-around-the-world-2016-1?

    And i say..

    Katrina wore an ivory skirt
    and Navy Blue shirt..
    i wore a Navy Blue suit..:)

    Rafiah says..

    I want to see the picture
    please. wink emoticon

    i say..

    Coming in
    my next blog post..
    Promise..smile emoticon
    Ha! And you already saw it
    at this post as you commented
    on the post.. And i found it with
    Google.. Of course..wink emoticon

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/04/19/22886/

    i continue to say..

    Hehe.. It’s even in the
    thumbnail photo..wink
    emoticon

    #ilikegoogle

    #soulsearchgoogle

    Rafiah says..

    #ilikeyouandkat

    Yes, I remember the photo.
    You two look absolutely adorable.
    Both of you look like a
    teenage couple on
    your wedding. ha ha
    #iloveBBQtoo wink emoticon

    i say..

    Part of that iS literally true..
    Katrina was 19 when we married with
    me months away from 30.. And honestly
    inside i feel much younger than i did then..
    As now i dance instead of jog.. For health
    AND Well being..smile emoticon
    #iLoveBBQandRAfiah2

    Hmm.. and this bRinGs me to
    my next thought here.. yes.. again..
    uploading one’s soul on the Internet
    with the robot tools.. of human
    science scribes.. like Google
    for our free perusal..
    i’ve posted
    a total of
    703 blog
    posts now..
    including my
    blogger blogs..
    with well over 3 Million
    words.. and additionally
    somewhere around 8
    million words on
    the Wrong planet
    Website there
    in 8005 posts..
    yes.. of course one
    can believe it averaging
    around 1K words a piece..
    easy to believe with me
    hehe.. as i continue
    to escalate the
    word
    count
    in my
    more modern
    blog here.. by
    a year or so from there..
    anyway.. with scores of
    thousands of photos too..
    the card catalog of my
    mind and soul.. and
    yeah.. body FULL
    TOO.. is as
    close as a
    search
    box
    for Google..
    as combining the
    key word katiemiafrederick
    or Aghogday with almost any
    human word or idea.. will pull
    up precisely the result i am
    looking for to express
    a feeling in words
    or photos
    from
    the past
    of what i’ve
    already done..
    so when Rafiah
    asks me.. i remember
    the photo of Katrina
    and her Mother..
    in a wedding
    dress and
    just do a key
    word search on
    that idea.. and voila
    up comes.. precisely
    the photo that both
    me and Rafiah
    are looking
    for and
    as synchronicity
    WiLL have it.. Rafiah
    already saw it.. but i
    just didn’t identify
    it clearly as a
    wedding
    dress
    then..
    but still.. just
    the words Katrina
    and her Mother
    brought
    me to
    the
    dress..
    directly
    on topic..
    and not only that
    precious family and
    cat photos i haven’t looked
    at in almost a year.. and the
    best surprise.. a loving photo
    of Moby who passes away
    yesterday..
    and people
    wonder why
    i take all this
    effort in what i do..
    this is no.. FiN
    poetry
    contest..
    this is
    my
    FiN Soul
    WhOle now..
    uploaded online
    in a way i dare to
    say has never
    been
    done
    iN
    recorded human
    history.. and truly
    a person might have
    to go to hell without a
    soul to make this much
    effort.. so perhaps
    it takes a person
    getting out
    to do
    something
    of this magnitude
    that has not ever
    been done before..
    and of course.. couldn’t
    be done before.. as the
    technology to do it.. to this
    extent has only recently
    come available
    in the last
    several
    years..
    will more
    people do it.
    HELL YES.. IT’S
    JUST A SELFIE
    ON STAR
    JUICE
    STEROIDS..
    And some folks are shy
    that’s human nature.. they
    are afraid of female breasts
    and male penises.. and all
    the STUFF associated with
    that.. but our ancestors when
    FREE AND WILD AS GOD INTENDED
    NEVER EVER BATTED AN EYE LASH
    ON BEING FREE IN SHARING ALL THERE
    WAS ABOUT LIFE.. IN HOLDING HANDS
    AND ALL OTHER HUMAN BODY
    PARTS AND FUNCTIONS
    THAT WERE ALL SEEN
    AS SACRED FUNCTIONS
    OF THE GOD
    THAT LIVES
    ALL FREE
    AND NATURAL
    iN US.. then/now..
    WHEN SET
    FREE OUT OF
    THE CLOTHES OF CULTURE..
    Freedom is intoxicating.. wild and
    free.. for the simple reason that it is
    Human Nature FREE FROM THE
    CHAINS OF CULTURE AND
    RELIGION THAT SEEKS
    ORDER OVER TRUE
    HUMAN
    FREEDOM
    iN CALL OF
    WILD OF GOD
    still living innately
    instinctually and
    intuitively within us..
    JUST WAITING TO ESCAPE
    LIKE THAT METAPHOR OF SUPERMAN
    GETTING OUT OF HIS RESTRAINING
    CHAINING CLARK KENT CLOTHES
    STRIPPING DOWN TO HIS
    UNDERWEAR AND TIGHTS
    AND CAPE..
    AND SURE
    LESS IF
    THE FCC
    WOULD HAVE
    ALLOWED THAT THEN..
    SHOWING IT ALL FREE
    AND WILD AS KIND AND
    COURAGEOUS HUMANS
    FLYING HIGHER.. HIGHER..
    ALWAYS DID BEFORE
    imprisoned in the
    clothes
    of human
    cultures and
    religions.. to accommodate
    the psychopathic intentions
    of folks to own Nature as
    jealous possessions
    including other
    human
    beings..
    particularly
    women and
    children.. in a sex
    trafficking operation
    no less than what
    we see today
    where
    selling
    sex is the
    way instead of
    sharing human
    being all natural
    functions with the
    same frigging DNA
    as gifted to us by God
    so free and wild.. loving
    in kind and courage ways..
    when not restraining human
    moving.. connecting.. and creating..
    in all sensory.. sensual.. and yes
    specifically sexual ways all
    associated with
    the sacred
    act of
    reproduction
    no matter how it
    is done in a family
    all of the same
    frigging
    DNA..
    at core..
    or if not done
    at all in ways of
    making babies.. juSt
    ways of diluting the
    aggression.. violence
    and wars of the world then/
    now.. anyway.. this comment..
    prose.. poeTry.. and pArt of my
    SoUl.. in Spirit expresSinG.. and
    miNd and BoDy balanCinG soUl..
    inspired by two folks who are Facebook
    friends.. one who dared to show her
    less of dress on Facebook and
    one who loves her more
    of dress on Facebook..
    but the bottom line
    is.. each one is
    free to
    do
    of what
    makes their
    soUl feel secure..
    one shy and one
    like a vivacious sky..
    but both precious
    still as gems
    of the
    earth..
    who are free
    enough to live
    as they care
    to now.. FREE..
    so sure.. i support
    the Burka.. and sure..
    i support.. what folks
    wear in entertainment
    bars in New Orleans
    too.. all human
    all now
    are
    WE
    when
    Free and
    Wild to do
    what our
    Natures
    say.. now..
    some shy..
    some bold..
    ALL precious
    human soUls..
    Take any of their
    freedoms away and
    ‘trust me.. you wouldn’t
    wanna see me angry
    as BAtman2.. or 3’..;)

  6. SMiLes.. Reference.. other
    Facebook Friend here..

    FACEBOOK Friend Florence
    provides a photo nicely
    illustrating that
    God created
    Nudists..
    and humans
    created sinners
    with clothes.. i
    would share
    the photo..
    now.. butt..
    if ya wanna
    see it.. y’all
    will have to
    find iT iN my
    friends list..
    as one
    of my
    ‘stalkers’
    might flag
    me for nudity..
    if i fully expressed..
    the idea tastefully as
    done on her page now..
    Ha.. and somehow i missed
    the ‘original photo’ of her that
    precipitated her post.. seeing it..
    now and i say.. then.. and now..
    Smiles.. Live free.. And Wild..
    Hiding beauty is the
    THE REAL sin..
    smile emoticon

  7. http://artifactsandfictions.com/2016/02/03/clearing-the-airhopefully/#comment-15891

    SMiLes.. i never met
    a poem.. capable
    of not inspiring me..
    SMiLes more.. i never
    met a criticism.. capable
    of not inspiring me.. SMiLes..
    no longer afraid of either liGht
    or dArk.. i am fearless.. as the
    DArk.. can literAlly inspire more
    than liGht.. as even the loss of
    friend as human or pet..
    decreases
    oxytocin..
    the social
    bonding neuro-hormone..
    but then increases at the
    same now.. the creativity
    neuro-chemical dopamine..
    life is bitter sweet.. to
    taste both
    at the
    same
    now..
    and enjoy
    it is Nirvana
    and Bliss.. now..
    and on top of that science
    shows that some humans
    more naturally seek order
    and same.. while others
    more naturally
    seek novelty
    and different..
    A basis
    for all
    the spectrum
    of human conservative
    and liberal natures..
    and perhaps that
    is the core
    of
    creative
    differences..
    anyway.. i just
    find it all fascinating
    and attempt to observe
    it better and understand it..
    i stopped linking at dVerse
    just ’cause some folks
    could not even
    understand
    what i was
    saying in
    terms of
    deeper
    metaphors
    iN philosophy of Life..
    i’ll take essence over
    form.. anynow.. but
    of course.. i am
    extremely
    extroverted
    and liberal..
    not surprisingly
    an odd mix
    among
    online
    poets.. overall..
    often escaping
    the social world
    of confusion.. from
    what i’ve observed.. at least..
    to find order.. in online forms..
    And not saying one way is
    better than the other..
    overall.. just
    different
    that’s
    aLL
    iN
    change
    for noW..
    Suzanne..:)

    SMiLes.. Most AlWays Loving
    the lEarning too.. And i also
    enjoy writing form.. Along with
    stream of consciousness free writing..
    But with Dance Arts and Martial Arts..
    i find All Form too restricting..
    for me.. At least..:)

  8. Reference// Facebook Profile
    photo.. Katrina and i..
    with Red Flannel
    shirted Monsignor
    Mike.. all sandwiched
    in the middle.. as it were..

    i note..

    STAR SEED CHILDREN..;)

    And then go on and on
    to say..

    VIP’s.. hehe.. of the local Catholic Church.. Katrina..
    me.. and Monsignor Mike.. my old Tennis Buddy
    from high school.. and fellow Beta Club member..
    super smart.. top 11 boys were we out of classes
    close to 400.. but Football.. Baseball..
    Basketball.. nah.. just
    Swinging the
    Racquet
    at
    balls where
    Tennis ball
    and human
    become
    one
    Force
    in the
    Zone of Flow..
    and yeah.. he’s way
    too busy to play Tennis
    with me.. and although i’ve
    danced more than 4800 miles..
    29 months now.. i do not FEEL
    either Tennis or Running
    would be good for A
    impact of
    my 230
    LB Body
    to hit the
    concrete too
    hard with all that
    force behind the
    bones of
    me
    heHE..
    so dance it
    continues to be..
    and martial arts moves too..
    Oh yeah.. and we also
    spent about a half an hour
    talking to Katrina’s old
    Science teacher from
    7th grade.. named..
    Mrs. Rich..
    and she
    said Katrina
    looks identical
    to the Katrina
    from 7th grade..
    when she was
    12 years old..
    some stuff
    rarely changes..
    and she talked about
    an Autistic Boy at her
    church who could never
    really speak.. but sang
    Silent Night like an
    anointed Angel..
    yup.. Star
    Seed
    child like
    me and Mike..
    and Katrina too..
    yep.. the VIP..
    bit.. now too..
    And yes.. all my REAL
    FRIENDS ARE star seed
    children.. yes metaphor
    AND REAL..
    for those
    folks ALL
    iN mY FAMiLy..
    AND YES.. ALL HUMANS
    ARE BORN of Star Dust..
    originAlly SPeaKinG
    and yes..
    WE are
    ALL ONE FAMILY
    OF STAR DUST CHILDREN..
    ALL WE SEE ON PLANET
    EARTH NOW.. AS.. EVEN
    SCIENCE NOW PROVES..
    THE STAR CHILDREN
    METAPHOR AS REAL..
    for all of creation
    on EARTH
    N0W..:)

  9. http://gigoid.me/2012/09/07/reasonably-moderated-bed-springs-free-to-good-home/#comment-18006

    Culture is a necessary..
    virus to deal
    with girls
    and boys
    gone wild..
    haha.. it’s
    a numbers game
    of flesh and knowledge..
    feelings and heARt..
    coming together
    to come
    again
    in greater
    numbers..
    iN eYes onLY
    big enough for
    150 to 200
    other
    sets
    of friendly eyes..
    that get oppressive over
    numbers much more than
    that on average
    in social
    stress exceeding
    the capacity of
    the social
    animal
    us..
    Nature has many
    answers to control
    the problem.. ranging
    from viruses to bacteria..
    to just plain running a
    muck in street
    faced
    sewers..
    but we cleaned
    the act up..
    and multi
    plied
    more and more..
    where order is the
    standard to control
    the free and wiLd
    chaos
    of boys
    and girls
    gone wild..
    i’m wild and
    free again..
    just don’t
    tale
    the order..
    in other words.. Free
    is an elite order of Wild..
    kinda like
    free lance
    seals.. rangers
    green/purple berets
    and other SpeciaL
    FORCE
    soldiers
    noW oF
    Nature
    aka God..:)

    i might have already mentioned it before
    in our conversations but John Calhoun’s
    ‘Beautiful ones’ experiment that
    describes what happens
    to a social animal
    75 million
    years removed
    from our common
    rodent ancestor now
    who we still share
    much of the same
    social animal
    DNA with
    when
    resources are plentiful
    in a confined utopian
    environment with
    social roles
    dissolving
    chaos
    and extinction
    becomes the eventual
    rule.. when females become
    aggressive pair bonders and
    males no longer defend their
    territories.. and spend tHeir
    time grooming and
    grooming.. out
    of the
    social
    anxiety of
    no longer having
    a social role for
    basic
    subsistence
    and reproductive
    gaining and sustaining
    activities.. so in Japan
    and South Korea.. farther
    and farther removed from
    the creative products
    of lively hood..
    young folks
    in Japan losing
    the desire to have
    intercourse with the
    opposite sex.. cosmetics
    coming more.. almost as
    attractive to males
    as females
    in South Korea..
    Metrosexuals here..
    who no longer
    care to
    have
    children..
    Nature already has her
    paws in the answer
    and the answer
    is we humans
    my friend..
    Nature will have
    her way inside us..
    and we look later on the
    outside and say.. oh shit.. that’s
    what happened.. we’re just
    rats in our own guinea pig
    unwitting experiment
    while the
    painkiller
    and psychotropic
    medications continue
    to rise.. to treat the
    symptoms of
    the
    IRE OF
    MOTHER
    NATURE ALIVE
    IN US FOR NOW..
    it’s already happening..
    the signs are all around
    us.. a slow and miserable
    torturing end for many..
    who never
    find
    the
    answers
    from God of
    Nature so clear
    within each individual
    who becomes enlightened
    to the way of Nature’s innate
    instinct and intuitive ways
    of gaining balance..
    well some of
    that
    balance
    IS PAINFUL
    AND WHETHER WE GO
    THE BALANCED ROUTE
    OR ROCKY ONE..
    THE WRATH
    OF NATURE
    AKA
    GOD
    IS A REAL
    DEAL NOW..
    AS WELL AS HEAVEN
    OF PLEASURE FOR THOSE
    OF US WHO SHOW NATURE
    IN US A BALANCED
    AND GOOD
    TIME
    NOW..
    GIVING
    MORE THAN
    TAKING FROM
    MOTHER NATURE
    AND others for now..
    but meanwhile all we
    can do is ride the wave..
    until we hit the shore
    of the next
    wave
    that comes..
    my friend gigoid..:)

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_B._Calhoun

    And sure i was a beautiful one too..
    but i am attempting to get as
    ugly as i can..
    with my
    limitations
    considered..
    and oh God.. that
    Wrong Planet place
    i used to visit.. is the
    microcosm and the
    canary in the
    coal ‘mind’
    of John
    Calhoun’s
    experiment..
    the males hate women..
    and the women hate males..
    that was the sickest part of
    all of that whole dam place..
    and sadly i see often see
    the same thing
    around in the
    poet world
    as well..
    but there are truly
    not many males participating
    there.. as compared to females..
    for reasons of the heARt obviously..
    a failing
    one among
    males still more
    than females it seems
    to me at least for now..
    but perhaps even
    more trouble
    some is how
    soft
    all humans
    are getting
    and nature smiles
    as balance slowly
    comes
    back..
    Godzilla.. baby..
    is more like
    God than
    any
    human
    ever imagined
    as far as i for one
    can see.. back to
    Blue oyster Cult
    once again
    i go..
    son
    of God
    zilla
    hehe
    for
    now..
    and sure..
    Mr. Calhoun..
    as ‘well’..;)

  10. Back to dVerse
    and Monday
    Haibun and
    or Fredbun
    as it still
    is here..
    will do this first
    before going on
    to Tuesday
    prompt
    on being
    reborn
    whatever..:)

    Connection the Life
    the moving.. the
    art.. imagination
    creativity
    at play
    in Nature
    at Mind
    and Body
    of human quelled
    by spells of electronic
    devices..

    Home
    schooLed by
    Nature..:)

    Cars.. trains..
    planes.. buses
    metal vessels
    and vehicles
    without a soul..

    Flesh enters..
    device
    exits metal..:)

    Wild flowers field
    Violet eyes children
    swaying ever
    green
    dance
    moving..
    branching out..
    Tree of child born..

    4 inch
    screams
    Nature SingS..:)

    Journey fishing
    no catching
    catching no
    fishing Journey
    onLy
    fishes..

    Pole
    lines
    Whole..:)

    Question..
    Questions..
    Questions more..
    Dancing Dancing
    Dancing more..
    Children join
    in.. older stares..
    it works it
    works it
    works…

    Dance
    SMiLes
    aGaiN..:)

    TRains oF culTures
    windows freedoms
    outside box
    cars..
    no longer
    coming back
    home.. camp
    cold and
    windowless
    destinations..
    virtual life
    no
    longer
    reels or
    feels life
    fishing whole…

    Catch of
    the day septic
    tank comfort..:)

    Side note begins..
    visiting Shawna’s
    link.. blog gone..
    but read it
    last night
    falling
    asleep..
    coming now
    a response to
    it.. coming
    allover
    words
    of
    bliss..;)

    side note
    includEd
    ends..;)

    Bridges Road
    to LiFe..
    Grass SinGs
    Nature.. now..
    We Bridge
    Roads to
    Grass..
    sign
    stay off..

    Humans on
    grass..
    So Green..:)

    Break time..
    2032016
    3:25 pm..:)

    More like.. Nap
    time for now..:)

    Back again at 11:18 pm..
    so far behind.. but
    seriously what’s
    the rush..
    hehe..
    i mean
    this is like
    real time writing
    huh.. wInks aGaiN..;)

    SMIles.. dandelion seed
    more powerful
    than all
    remains
    from pyramid
    dust.. so high
    before.. low now..

    DandeLioN
    YeLLow Sun
    dust BriGhter..:)

    Searching under bridges
    for homeless souls..
    homeless finding
    souls with
    or without
    culture
    bridges…

    Human fuLL
    soUl bRidge
    withiN..:)

    A fear of white hair for
    years until i saw
    the smiles
    in white
    hair
    teeth
    of elders
    going into Walmart
    free.. younger ones
    carrying weight
    of ages.. on
    weaker
    frowns..
    timeless
    angst.. feels
    no age but old..

    SpiRit liGht
    gRows
    onLy yoUng..:)

    Art of Zen riding..
    Like Zen writing
    All becomes
    one Force
    oF ARt..

    Buses.. Trains
    Planes write
    flowRidinG..:)

    Matter not.. how much
    human animals grieve
    over.. fear
    death..

    Animals
    Live iN
    FliGht..:)

    SMiLes.. i suppose
    A first poem..
    inspiRed iN
    Cave oN
    Cold Winter
    day..

    Writing
    SinGs
    Coldbound..:)

    *
    Building BriGht
    Sounds loud..
    Sun shines
    eYes
    hide..
    ears shy..
    senses sharp..
    dull sensuality…

    FamiLy whoLe
    liGht
    DArk day rules..:)

    SMiLes..
    additionAlly
    a hymn.. for
    screen writers
    misSinGsiGns
    oN hiGhways
    loSin’ heads
    oN iN collisIons..

    Lose attention
    blood gone
    words replace..:)

    SMiLes.. i Love Seagulls
    and remember my
    Uncle telling me..
    hey.. things aren’t
    that bad.. you
    could be
    a seagull
    eating
    raw
    fish..

    flYinG..
    apParently
    no apPeal..;)

    i always wanted to travel..
    but then i walked..
    i always wanted to walk..
    and then i danced..
    and i now travel all around
    iN
    me..

    never
    complicated
    alWays thrilLed..:)

    Reminding me here of a powerful
    thunderstorm.. no skyscrapers..
    cat hugging
    in warm bed..
    this mourning..

    Another cat
    life ends now
    one begins..:)

    ALL CAUGHT UP..
    to weeklong
    Haibun Monday..
    perhaps more later..
    next stop Tuesday
    prompt all ’bout..
    what would ya
    be reborn
    as again..

    for
    now
    just sleep..:)

    12:30 am
    2042016

  11. A quick Facebook
    online precious
    gem test..
    provides
    the following
    analysis on
    Katie Mia..

    You are Gold..
    You’re absolutely
    glowing and very rare..
    You have a heart
    of Gold and probably
    the entire body too..
    irrespective
    you’re
    precious…

    Facebook Rafiah
    replies..

    True, Gold person.
    grin emoticon

    i say..

    True.. Gold Person.. you too..
    Gold Standard.. Friend Rafiah..
    and Star Child too..wink emoticon

    And now i say..

    Small talk
    speaks volumes
    iN Gold of Human
    hEart.. jUSt now..:)

  12. Facebook Status..
    HAirY.. WiLd.. and
    Free..wInk emotiCon

  13. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/04/intricate-pathways-chattered-in-the-lobby/

    WeLL.. thanks my friend..
    gigoid.. coming through..
    as promised..
    a treatise
    on change..
    human change..
    massive tools that
    make fools out of
    all of us..
    and no..
    not in a
    sacred way..
    when we live out
    of Nature’s balance
    of giVinG no less than
    taKinG.. the Powerful
    without a balance
    with Nature
    iN ’em..
    FeeLinG
    Nature.. will
    never care about
    Nature.. as theRe
    iS no closeness
    to the
    liFe of Nature
    as iS.. when closed
    up iN back room
    boardrooms..
    and extending
    ways of changing
    into a dollar bill.. the
    extended metaphor still..
    of the extension of tools
    as us.. lives beyond
    human
    common
    sense..
    the answer is
    common sense..
    but there is nothing
    much common about
    that answer anymore..
    sadly enough..
    nah.. i don’t
    think human
    has it under
    control.. but Nature
    greater.. as mentioned
    yesternow.. wiLL roar
    her Atomic
    FiRe
    iN
    GodziLLa BRAiN..
    ExceLLenT musiC
    by the way..
    gonna’
    rent iT
    M O R E
    for free
    hehe..
    yeS.. tHere
    iS alWays hope
    wiITh hUman HeARt..:)

  14. Facebook Friend..
    Rafiah.. provides
    a link to more
    info.. on
    a Movie
    she is watching
    named.. ‘ The Usual
    Suspects’..

    And i say..

    Smiles.. mysteries
    with about face..
    endings..
    smile
    emoticon

    And before that Rafiah
    changes her profile
    photo to.. a dejected
    looking Ballerina with
    her head in her hands..
    and a Black Dressed
    Mary Poppins looking
    lady.. fully with
    black
    umbreLLa
    and then i say..

    i guess i’ll have to
    be the baLLerina..
    ruLed bY bLack
    hat arts..smile emoticon..:)

  15. It’s what’s inside
    that counts..smile emoticon
    And sPeaKin’
    of counts..
    tonight.. my
    96th Dance
    Week Night
    at Old Seville
    Quarter.. Pensacola
    FL.. with all the cool..
    college age folks
    there.. and
    if i get my
    newest
    blog post
    done
    that
    will be
    titled..
    ‘Star Seeds
    Friend Son of
    Godzilla’.. more
    fun photos will be
    added to ‘that post’..
    around the wee hour
    of Friday 3am.. butt
    if not.. those photos
    will Come all in one
    package.. some
    now tomorrow..
    when it all
    gets togeTheR
    how it comes
    together..
    yeah..
    comes together
    like the Beatle’s SinG..smile emoticon

    Well.. i suppose i could go on and on
    more.. after all i am two prompts
    behind on dVerse which means
    there is still around 50 or 60
    or so more poetic
    expressions to come
    and more if any
    more Haibuns
    named fredbuns
    in my case come
    before the end
    of that
    weeklong
    prompt too..
    but hmm.. i suppose
    for now this is enough
    as i most always make
    a post on Sacred
    Holy Thursdays
    as special
    days of
    R and R
    for me..
    so the train
    will take a break
    here for now.. and
    come again tomorrow
    now.. with more poeTry
    in the comments section
    of yes.. this next new blog post now..:)

  16. Oh yeah.. and side note
    here.. ever since 20 years
    old.. some 35 years ago..
    i’ve been in some
    kinda debt
    starting
    with
    College
    Loans then..
    credits cards after
    that and cars and
    mortgage loans..
    and miscellaneous
    stuff loans.. and
    as of now..
    i am finAlly
    Loan and
    debt free..
    so yes.. this
    is i owe you not
    celebration day for
    me.. wheRe i continue
    to dance.. and SinG
    in poeTry for free..
    and the less
    i owe.. means
    the more i have
    now.. to Love..
    debt sucks..
    and is a constant
    itch of human beings
    overall tonow.. that
    cannot be
    scratched
    for satisfaction
    to now.. either..
    The key is to Love
    now.. be heRe now..
    and move oNnow..
    connecting and
    creating with
    now.. Loans
    are stuff
    of the
    past for me..
    maKinG now that much
    more Real in real now now..
    and yes.. i only oWed about 3 more
    years to go on my last car
    and mortgage loan..
    but my father
    expedited
    that for
    me with
    his estate all
    cashed out for pay offs..
    just another piece of A
    system that
    no longer
    owns
    meNow..
    So sure..
    Thanks Dad..
    for investing
    iN uS.. as mY
    Sister iS loan/debt
    free too for now.. aS WeLL..
    and both reTired at or before
    age
    55.. not
    bad for two
    poor Autistic
    kids.. singLed
    parented
    and aLL
    of that..
    yeah.. thanks Mama
    too.. as the gift of
    her Love..
    was the
    REAL POWER
    in US NOW sTill the end
    and beginning of now REAL..:)

    AND yes..
    More photos
    COMING.. SOON..;)

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