Broken Arrows oF Dreams Dance

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SMiLes.. my friend..
gigoid.. oh the sleep..
totally can relate.. when in school.. i did not
sleep nights.. in fact.. in my crib my mother tales me..
i stayed up all night doing spirals around and around
until i rubbed a callous on my right.. toe.. callous back..
by the way.. as i spiral so much more now.. day and night..
but thank goodness not in bed.. hehe.. and the evidence
of course is in my backyard in the white sands foot prints
oF i..
ugh.. and after
my pain went away
and my mood went.. oh
so high.. back in July
of 2013.. 2 hours of sleep
every night until November
with the extended high
of what truly can
be described
as the
mania
of Bi-Polar
i guess.. or perhaps
the high is what made
the pain go away.. and part
of the reason.. i am still high
all the time.. with the addition
of 2 to 4 hours of sleep
now over 2.. sometimes
6.. of that
year.. too
high..
out of
balance..
balance is it for me..
and the dance of life that
thank goodness my health
allows me to still do in number
of miles close to 166 on average
per month.. exhausts me to
lullabies of sweat
and yes..
literal
physical exhaustion
with still unlimited mental
energy.. down to the
last drop of
eyelid
for the
night.. the mind
and body is an amazing
machine oF aRt.. learning to
make the most of iT.. truly
did take me a full 53 years
of practice.. and the practice
goes on.. as it were.. as
in fur.. an innate
practice of
ancestors
long before
in Lore of Pan
of the Forest
and his
and
her friends..:)

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http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/02/spirit-of-heart-soars-free-verse-nude.html

And yes.. here.. i’ll have to say..
Pan of the Forest is precisely
and generAlly what i feel
like when end of February
days come.. and the enhancing
Sun oF briGhter days glow..
yes.. so do i..
SpRinG iS me..
a smeLL that iS
me shining brighter
and briGhter as the
days grow longer
in synch
with
rising hiGhs
and greater
creatiVitY.. no
matter what the art
of i comes next..
and for the
nomads
among
us.. the
dopamine
variant folks..
the rovers.. obviously
a dance hall with drink
is a place they will be..
and the dance of Pan
spreads.. among
frisky males
and nymphs
as well..
and sure there
are sirens here and
theRe as well.. and i
suppose from the results
of dance.. last night empirically
measured.. in sMiles of photos..
Spring is SpRinging as
dance.. briGht
eYes and
smiles
do not
lie when
humans frolic
with delight
of liFe.. now..
simple true and
alive wHere the SpRing
of life can and will sTilL come
iF folks do not
forget
how
to dance
a frolic
of liFe..
Yellow Boy has
not forgotten and
he at around 8 or 9 years
old.. is no less playful
from the first
day i met
the Pan of him
coming out of the
woods for a cry
of tender
vittles
under a shed
that is ours of hope..
hmm.. anyway.. celebrating
my wife’s and i’s 26th anniversary..
2212016.. in this post.. but the thing iS..
we celebrate iT always now..
as alWays n0w iS Christmas..
New years.. the fourth of July..
our birth day.. and the
force bE
wiTh ya..
as Star Wars..
says.. alWays now..
the force iS with uS..
and the shirt Katrina bought
me.. did precisely as she’s predicted..
in that shirt that says “I Know HTML
How To Meet the Ladies”.. hehex2..
some of the happiest group photos
of my dance hall friends
yet.. iN generating
liGht and
the empirical
results are
Unchained
LiGhT..!
And truly yes..
for about Forty years
much of my liGht iN creativity
oF liFe was repressed and chained
by a patriarchal red state Christian
Fundamentalist way of card bored
box people..
i no longer
live in this place..
my backyard is free
and so am i.. it does
not matter iF ‘those’ folks
dance with me or
not ‘Pan
oF i iS FREE’..
hmm.. sounds like
a potential title.. of jUst
another epic post of words..
photos.. and the dance of i..
and the photos are so memorable in liGht..
like Adele says.. i think i’ll copy
and paste ’em.. to this post
too.. if i do not flood it
with other dance
photos of
life sTILL
to come
on this anniversary
weekend always
now..
oh yeah… and one of
my most favorite pARts of
writing.. iS when i am in the
flow.. the zOne of iT.. mY
fingers danCinG.. including
the return key
of flow
of languAge
iN SonG of Voice
the shapes are a SonG
coming with publish as the
words are centered balanCinG
as mY SouL tRuly flows now
without rUles.. SinG
SonG way of
spiRit oF HeARt..
waves now of the
ocean of it.. field
and particles
of i
with the rest
of the UnivErse
of Nature coMinG aliVe
iN the flesh of words
that iS me
alive
online
as well..
and what i see
most iS chalices
and pyramids and
other sacred shapes
and forms come alive..
the Interdependent
Relationship oF
aLL thAt iS..
is God..
so is
thiS..
when free
unchained
as Pan
oF i
and God
s O F R E E O N e..
and sadly through the ages
the sages.. the philosophers..
poets.. and priests.. not enough
attention is sIMply
paid
to MOVING
MOVING.. YES there iS
CONNECTING.. CREATING
BUT FIRST TheiR was DArk
then liGht inspiring movement
as dance.. then sound as SonG
with poeTry of human coming
late to the show..
but take movement
out of the story
of human too..
iN the greatest
never ending story
told of all that is
the Interdependent Relationship
oF ALL THAT IS.. and the death
Star that can be the bLack
wHole of human bEinG
can SinK us
down below
farther
than
above..
and HA!.. at 230 LBS..
and around 6 feet.. add
6 inches or so.. when i am
on my ballerina toes.. the
doctor has me diagnosed
as morbidly obese…
but she will
not look
at my nude
photography to
prove my point.. hehe..
just kidding i haven’t
given her the link
YET..;).. anyway
doctors
and science
rules do not
fit everyone and..

no.. she does not leg
press close to half
a ton now.. juSt
with her arms
raised in the
air like
no other
human on
Youtube on
Parallel leg
press machine
14 times there
and 25 times now..
as nicely illustrated
here.. with accompaniment
going wildin’ by Paul McCartney..
Rhianna.. and that guy who is
married to Kim Kardashian
yeah.. Kanye.. that’s his
name.. yes.. i have a
J Lo-like butt
too butt dam
it.. it is
buns of
steele
no
twerk
here.. all
ballerina
and martial
arts toes and
striking feet..
punching doors
down with ease
if need be.. now..
anyway.. here’s the point..
when it comes to spirituality
it ain’t something just that is
an out of body experience or
mind alone thingy.. every
cell of the body and
atom that comprises
each cell and
all the
subatomic
particles smaller
than that are an infinite
number of Chakra connections from head
to toe.. that sure.. generate
out in energetic flow beyond..
as sure.. we are now mobile
suns/UniVerses with creative
relative free will
aS WeLL.. and one
of my favorite backyard
videos.. to swirl around in..

sand.. trance feat with feet of i..
iS Kundalini meditation.. but thanks
God.. i don’t speak the language as dam
it.. i’m escaping words and instructions
when i trance dance back to God ALLONE
of Nature.. yes that interdependent
relationship of ALL THAT IS.. oF
WHICH i am BOTH PaRt and WHOLE..
anyway.. what makes it trance
music too.. in way
of Kundalini
rising iS..
the musical scale
riSinG frequencies
oF sound of SonG
iN hums of female
human being now..
but hell no.. i do
not F in sit StILL..
i do NOT concentrate
on 7 mythical chakras..
i aM A CHAKra as Whole
and infinite connections
oF ALL pARts.. OnE.. yes..
ONE CHAKRA WITH PaRTS
AS WHOLE connecTinG
JUsT now..
NOT JUST
ONE AT BASE
OF SPINE..
ONE IN
GROIN
AREA..
ONE AT
BELLY..
ANOTHER
AT CHEST..
THEN
THROAT..
AND BROW..
AND CROWN
OF HEAD..
i AM the
ThrOne oF
CrOwn that
iS GOD
and
wE
sAMe
when
FREE FLOWING
as planEts
around Suns..
Suns
around
Black Holes
and GOD
as uS
NOW
FREE
WE FLOW
iN ZoNe
OF
GOD uniVerseS
moving.. yes..
moving.. never
standing sTill
as sitting
until
the
Star
of us
fades
away
to
black
whOle
once again
and comes now
back as star
duSt and uS
aGaIn in the
cycle of dArk
and liGht and
Dance and SonG
wE stay WE mOVe
wE liVE
NOW..
anyway.. for
anyone brave
enough.. i highly
recommend nude art now
in photos.. not necessarily
shared.. with all.. but the artist
that makes the body ART
as the greAtest ArtiSt
of GOD we kNoW and
FeeL iS US..
as temple
oF GOD
with
no senses
no emotions
and hell no..
no seNsuaLiTies
repressed bY uS
or oppressed
by others..
one of the
major reaSonS i
am fearless as i am is i
AM comfortable enough noW
to dance as passionately
as any male has done any
now of any age of human
being.. totAlly naked
dancing before
the world.. and
dancing.. clothed yes..
NOwiN front of a village
size crowd at Old Seville
Quarter.. every Thursday
niGht iN
the holiest
houses of churches
that iS the Human
dance of liFe set
FREE iN eYes of
emotions..
senses..
and yes
once more
SENSUALIties..
SET FREE.. noW..
so as i dance wilDly
i excite the freest female
crowd enough where totAlly
strange females breeze by
and stroke the torso that
iS my free flowing body
in G rated terms
of free.. but
the thing iS
they are
not
strangers..
at that point
iN N0W wE
aLL are ONE
FORCE OF HUMAN
BEING.. WITH
NO ONE
OWNING
NO ONE
BUT uS..
and sure.. drinking
likely has something
to do with that as
it eases repressing
and oppressing iN
hiBiTioNs.. i am
drink and drug
free as a
practice now of
dancing free now..
it’s the way our
ancestors lived
and we will
never know/
F E E L
true
human
happiness until
we share a village
hug like free
hands roaming
bodies
of Love..
and to be clear
this leads no wheRe
but
LOVE..
when TrUly
F R E E..
and sure..
it’s clothed..
but sadly it
scares the
LIVING
HELL INTO
FOLKS WHO
HAVE NEVER
EVER FELT
HUMAN
FREEDOM
THIS WAY..
SO ALIVE.. SO
FREE WHEN
GOD
iS
FREE
aS
WE..
‘Love
Deeper
alWays Now’..
and potential
titles of
liFe
keep
coming
again
and again
iN the REAL of i..
in juSt another
after Thursday
niGht Dance
manifestive
i..
“Apes Stronger
Together”
-Caesar..
from..
‘Dawn of the
Planet of
the Apes’..
Now
again..

i iN
SinG
SonG
SouL
DanCeNow..

wiTh L for Love..:)

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SMiLes.. gigoid.. freedom is not
worth the money it is now
written on.. blackgreen..
Hmm.. the American
way.. the western
way.. a symbol..
whether dollar
bill.. car.. or
diamond
ring.. symbols
reign.. life on
back burner..
hell fire of
greenblack
dollars bills
now of politics..
clothed we are
early in diapers
that disguise
the Nature
of us now sTill
sKin that desires
Sun more than
clothes.. clothes
that cover
all
from
ALLuSt
freer now
connecting
rest oF Nature iN
Free we are as born
away from spoon FED
dollar
biLL
dreams…
of blackest
darkest green…
Every animal that
wanders through the
woods now
N A K E D
iS freer
than
dollar
biLL humans..
Slaves to the
black
green
way..
Tree am i
Life aGaiN..
ps.. written
while on hold F
iN hours with the
Office of Personnel
Management trying
to get a frigging form signed
so my wife will not have to
pay a 100% penalty on
her health nsurance
for not
signing
up soon
enough..
after that is
over.. maybe i
won’t have to talk
to those
Fers
for
another
4 or 5 years..
hehe.. F’ers
FEDERAL
employee
retirement
system..
yeah.. F**kers
too.. didn’t think
that not being able
to use one’s eyes was
a disability.. unless one is blind.. only depression and Bi-
polar rings their bells of going postal nightmares.. i’ll stay crazy
and
clear
of hells
bells in
red tape hell..
shut the F uP robot
and that oN hold song
is boring me to frigging
write
poetry
MORE
ah.. the liGht
alWays silver
sliver
burning
in darkest
dam
dest
idiotic
human experiment
on hairless apes
gone
insane..
in robot
song
of
Zombie
Apocalypse..
okay.. i’m done
with the poem..
pick up Fers..
and they did
at this last
line now..
hasta la
vista.. ‘you
s**k’.. golden hand cuffs
of government slave service..
and i’m back baby.. finAlly FreENowDAnce
ALIVE..:)

Thanks.. my friend.. gigoid..
it can be tiring doing the
job of other folks.. rarely
patient enough to wait..
i most often
finished
the sentences
of most others..
until the very end..
WHEN the ‘higher’ ups
at OPM.. then.. didn’t even
understand the portability
act that ensured i would
still be eligible for civil
service retirement
after transferring
over to what
is named
non-appropriated
funds for about two
years.. to end it all
out at one month
shy of 25 years..
sick leave
term
counted
in too..
about a year
and a half worth..
including annual leave..
as i almost never took
sick leave during those
close to 25 years..
a model
employee
with a whistle
blowing nose clean..
i’ve since learned to
break every rule that
is not in the law
books..
and truly
most of it
was just
government
regulations gone insane..
Anyway.. i had to find the law
and email it to the director
of the OPM’s
office to
prove my
eligibility with
no cost to them..
as usual.. for my lawyer’s
fee.. yeah.. i would have become
a lawyer.. if i didn’t want a
heARt.. SpiRit
and soUl..
and i chose
the better
latter letter
of the heARt..
finAlly then..
@end of the road..
and beginning back too.. @now..:)

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And here’s to our 26th anniversary..
this Sunday.. February 21st 2016..
my after dance partner..
waiting for
her stray
cat
to
come home..
yeah.. looks like
i married Katrina at
minus 0 years old..
‘The Age of Adaline’
ain’t got nothin’ on her..
yeah.. now.. it’s kinda like
Beauty and the BeAST2..wink emoticon

Ha..! i am-
use myself
so dam easy..
with or without
likes from other
cats..wink emoticon

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sreeja.. says..

Beautiful nature snaps! great spirit!

i say..

Thanks so
much for
visiting with
me here on..

http://www.katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com

where access is faster to my
wordy and photo intensive ways..
yes.. accessibility is a real
possibility.. here.. hehe..
and so glad you could
feel the meaning of the
words and photos..
both beautiful
Nature.. and
inspiRing
SpiRit too..
hope your
nows are
going beautifully
and inspiring as
WeLL.. my friend..:)

2484

Facebook Friend
Ashe.. states she
never wants to be
called by the
name
Ashley
again..
(a past
co-worker
from Gov.
days..
Ashe
sTill
now is)

i say..

Ashe what..;)

And ha! i’ve got the
opposite problem
now.. no more
911 Fred..
wherever i go
now most everyone
knows me by face..
and almost no
one knows
my
real
name..
hehE..
but that
in a sense..
and or feeling..
never changes..;)

2553

What i reAlly need
is a short nap..
but first i’ll
finish the last
added Haibun
in response
to the dVerse
Monday
prompt..
in Fred
bun style
of course..
some lines
of narrative poetry
and prose followed
by a Fredku wRiTe
oN course.. short
or LonG
from
HaikuS
passed..
and pasSinG..:)

SmiLes.. trimMer oF sidewalks..
bushes.. and trees of
undesirables.. once
i am.. too..
now.. weeds
and wild vines
are the greaTest
of Life.. i for one
see/feEL.. now..
set FREE by i…

DandeLion
lives free..
fiEld oF i..:)

4:42 pm..
2192016…
got 66 more
poetic expressions
to go.. in the two
prompts still
behind on..
minus
the
extra one
caught up
with
Shawna
in my last blog post..
per Thursday
Open Link
prompt
at
dVerse
poet’s
pub..
but
yeah..
nap first..
and work-out
soon to come..
religiously
as
sorts..
all togEtheR
aS oNE..:)

2694

Connection.. ah yes.. connection to humanity..
one can take it for granted.. but lose
it as a shut-in with disability..
and online is a life
saving grace
that has never
been provided before
for the shut-ins among
us in dark caves of lonely..
and when i was shut-in for
66 months.. my only literal
places of escape was the
Parking Lot of Walmart
while i sat there in
my routine
white
T-shirt..
cold or hot..
rain.. or sun..
for 66 months..
as Walmart was
a necessity for gaining
subsistence.. for Katrina no
matter how much that dentist drill
in my right eye and ear..
precluded the effective
use of my eyes..
other than
point and
guide a car
with shades on
and withstand the
pain.. take those
shades off that still
hurt like hell.. as any
focus of eyes with prescription
lenses is like the drill of dentist
getting wider and wider into
a smaller hole
of larger
pain..
and 8:30 pm..
gym closes at
9:00 pm.. the hunch
back of Notre Dame
with his tattered
jacket..
shades..
and ear plugs
tries to withstand
the stereo and bright
florescent lights
that are
as bright
as previous
Sun.. eYes to Sun
before the pain erased
all humanity away from me..
ha!.. if i thought i was an
outcast before..
now i was living
in a metal garbage
bin.. all pain
no human feelings
at all.. but more pain
and all pain more..
from the core
of every cell
of my body
with the worst pain
known to mankind..
wake to sleep for
66 months.. type
two Trigeminal
Neuralgia..
Fibromyalgia..
severe degenerative
arthritis of the spine..
Dysautonomia..
and associated
coat hanger
pain around
the shoulders
and neck..
also partially
precipitated early
in life by a congenitally
fused vertebra in my neck.
a total of 19 medical disorders..
including Severe Anxiety.. Alexithymia…
Sjogren’s Syndrome.. where my eyes
quit making tears.. Depression and
associated Anhedonia.. and
overall no emotions
at all.. except
for fear
associated anxiety..
oh yeah.. the Asperger’s
thingy on the Autism Spectrum
diagnosed in middle age..
and Bi-Polar disorder..
but ha.. that’s just
my everynow
normal
from
birth.. as strange
as it can get here..
too.. of course.. way
outside the cultural box
of human being norm.. whatever
the hell culture says norm is.. anyway..
i have much to celebrate.. and when i was
shut-in.. i used to look at people’s faces on
facebook.. as i was way too out of human
functionality to interact act
with so called normal
folks.. but when i got
my first iPhone
in March of 2013..
something about the
retina display allowed
me to actually look at colored
photos.. tolerably at least.. for the
first time in 5 years.. Nerve pain
can be incredibly strange.. all
there for 66 months.. and
disappearing like a
miracle on
July 22nd.. or so
of 2013.. anyway..
i didn’t take a nap..
i decided to celebrate
my humanity on Facebook
once again.. as i occasionally
take photos of my profile pictures
that illustrate a moving life of play
iN Humanity again..
this now a year’s
worth since last
February to the
13th iN 2015..
and sure what
better way to
celebrate an
anniversary than to
remind one’s wife that
she is no longer married
to a creature from the
dark
darkest
abyss of
life imaginable
now to most folks..
NAMED Human
Hell.. glad
i made it
back from
the underworld
and sure.. i can
prove it online..
and if i ever get that
pain again.. which i have
no choice but to have 100% FAITH
i will not.. at least there is proof
now if emotions go away again..
where there is no connection
back to memories
of emotions
as memories
of emotions
are of course
emotions and
without emotions
there are NO MEMORY
OF EMOTIONS.. YEAH
YOU’LL PROBABLY HAVE
TO EXPERIENCE THAT
ZERO BEING TO UNDERSTAND
HOW MANY RINGS ARE TRULY
IN THE BANDS AND STINGS
OF DANTE’S
HELL.. i will
never be anything
other than humble..
as i have already been on
a level of existence lower than
a grain of sand.. however i will
F-iN celebrate life.. every
which way
but loose
and LOOSE…
if for no
one but
my soUL
alive
and
Kicking free again
greater than ever
before.. the reward
of JOB lives on now as WeLL..
anyway.. celebration photos
in this next blog
post named “Broken
Arrows oF Dreams Dance”
whenever it comes now..
as there is more
celebrating to
do in this
alWays
anniversary
of living Free NOW!..
And yeah.. my Love iS
as deep as the bLACKest
ocean that i was before..
and now.. yes.. iT
iS Nirvana..
iN the
Kingdom
oF Heaven Nature
Now wiTh GOD FREE aS sAMe..:)

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Ah.. that was so sweet of you..
restoring your blog for me..
my friend.. Shawna..
yes.. i have fast eyes
and if i get here..
i don’t miss
not even
one
tiny detail..
Love your
creativity always..
keeps me guessing..
not many people
do.. hehe..;)

This is one of my favorites.. Shawna…
and reminds me just now.. of an old
girl friend.. well not really
old.. about 21.. hmm..
their still 21.. hehe..
AND ALL PLATONIC NOW..
anyway.. back
in hmm.. ‘EM..
’87.. or so..
her name was
Deena and she
was a sailor.. and
they called ’em waves
then.. ah.. a woman in
Uniform.. all those rules
and stuff.. with the hair
let down.. and all around..
well yeah.. i’m sure
you can imagine..
AND she was like
a double Z and
all that too..
but anyway..
we went to
the 2001 disco
club.. and she did this
thing with a beer
bottle
and said
that the
beat of this
Song would
give her
close
to the
big Oh.. oh yes.. yes… YEs..
she was most definitely
a wild thing.. oh the
things she
could do..
kinda like
that Jimmy
Hendrix song..
but no.. NOT me..
then.. i wasn’t THAT
EXPERIENCED..
enjoy church..
WAIT
this
is Friday..
NOT
Saturday..
means i have
another day
to catch
up on
2 prompts
behind.. just
for fun..
okay..
later
Shawna Baby..;)

Hi.. thanks again.. S.. now for
sharing “Whip My Hair”.. i’m kinda
gun shy in a good way.. as i’ll comment here
as yes.. you might disappear
any second
now..
hehex2..
Anyway.. you
seem like
Spock
like me too..
i swear.. i can
mind meld with
almost anyone..
and the funniest thing
is.. just standing next
to ’em sometimes in
my selfies.. it
looks like
i kinda
morph into
’em.. in even
sometimes spooky
ways.. ah.. the magic
of life.. unbridled
as me..
and you
of course
too.. Shawna
Baby.. anyway.. off
to hear that song
now.. as not
much of a
word person..
Ripley or not..
am i still now..
as far as concrete
labels go sTiLL..
and name that
tune in one note
or less is more of
my game
in auditory
empath
Spock
way2..
oh yeah..
and i can do that
neck pinch thingy..
but really all i have to
do is take my shades
off and
show ’em
my yellow
Sun Wolf
eYes..
with
pretend..
evil too..
as mind melding
with the dEvil can
be super spooky
too.. but sure
Angels are
more fun..
so see ya
in a few..
Angel baby2..;)

One thing really cool i’ve noticed
after visiting all those
‘highly functioning’ folks
in the Autism online
community.. is..
often the
women
who have
this edgy masculine
side inside.. have
these double
ZZ’s and
it’s really
surprising
how cocky
they can be
with double
ZZ’s and i just
think it’s fabulous..
hehe.. as i swear there
is an Exotic Egyptian
Belly dancer2 living
in me.. it’s
F in
hilarious
’cause at
first look before
i start moving
the whole
thing.. now..
people often
mistake me
for law enforcement..
FBI.. undercover..
special forces..
whatever
James
Bond
says..
anyway..
i’m not seeing
“Whip My Hair”..
anywhere on your
new play list here..
but sure i youtubed
it and yes.. i spread
my colors everywhere
i go too.. getting
everyone
all wet
with ’em..
whether
they like it
or not.. as Jesus
sometimes ya have
to do mouth
to mouth
from afar
to bring
’em
back
to life
like you
‘EM now..
my friend S..
i think it’s extra
cute how you always
look down in your
selfies..
all
shy and
innocent
when i know/feel
all about your
edge2..
and ps.. what
i Love to do.. on
the big dance floor
is when some dull
you know the ‘type’
from the south dude comes
up to me and starts mocking
me.. i stand totally motionless
like the eye of a Hurricane..
and look them calmy
directly in their
eYes..
through
shades of
course that
makes it
even more
spooky..
and they
high tale
it back to the farm..
anyway.. i have a hidden
bomb always ready to explode
if
necessary..
and it ain’t
soft..;)

Ha! i missed this one..S..
the ‘eye in the sun’
but never the lesS
iT reminds me of
my last
comment
here.. now
the best
thing in the
world is to be complete..WhOLE
aLL balanCinG.. feminine and
masculine.. liGht and Dark..
yeah.. the hard and soft
edges..
as when a
person iS A wHole.
there is zero to
fear
AND
ALL TO LOVE..
the way humans
were.. by
Barbara
StreiSand
now iN the
desSert Rose
of mythological TRUTH
and liGht iN statues
NoW aLiVE..
with flesh
more
of
being
human
now.. jUsT now..
hmm.. the places
i can go free..
juSt iN
mY
imaGiNaTioN..
oh.. yes.. oh GOD yes..!
iF more folks NOW
could go to a place
like that/this.. there would
be zero/hero of greenest
blackest
dollar
biLLs
of
heLL..
no.. YES!
iNHeaven
STiLL
now
alWays
reigns
reins
rains
dRip
drip oF
human being..
ever heard of a full
body orgasm.. yeah
it’s real and
not messy
@all.. oh yeah..
and that reminds
me.. back earlier in
last century.. and i am
alive serious about this..
yeah.. back in the ‘Victorian
Age’.. when women were all
guilt tripped about tHeir pleaSures..
and were labeled up having Hysteria..
the way Doctor’s treated this frustration..
was by manually masturbating them
to orgasm.. seriously
i did
not..
make this up..
and here is
the proof
here.. no
graphic photos
in the video.. promise
it is all science now.. then..

And here is the most
hilarious fun fact
associated
with that
in the
REAL
SCIENCE
VIDEO.. now..

“Many Doctors’ complained that
‘it’ was a laborious and time
consuming procedure, so
the vibrator was invented
as a form of
self
medication”

OMG.. what a fun
fAct that I never
knew before..
and i juSt
kNow
you WiLL
appreciate IT
even if it makes
you erase your bLog
so those church
peers
will not
find the
dEvil
heRe..
aGaiN..;)

Ha! and as long
as i keep
this
up..
i may never
get back to my
long lost prompts
on
dVerse
but who
gives an F
i’ve got
less
messy
stuff to
do now..
see ya..
and yes.. my wife
and i’s 26th anniversary..
and she knows and feels
all i do.. every letter and
word.. and
ain’t
scared
at all..
i her taught
what free is..
even if she does
not fully practice it like i do now..
sadly
enough
i feel….
but life goes
on for
fun
anyway..
there is no
other solution
i know
to solve
the worlds
ills..
as is..
for now..:)

em for me for
you for now and
nnamhel.. S..
iS a backwards
me.. wInks..
figures..
8 standing
tALL inFiniTy
too.. now..
hehe.l..
born on
6660 and
all of THAT
Hellboy2..
he did not
fully
mature
until
age 53
either..
and my
mother’s
name
iS Helen..
i kid you
not..
wiTh
goats
and
rAms
and stuff..
as and ’cause
i kNow/feel you
now like spooky
stuff2.. so i WiLL
truth and liGht
iN DArk aS WeLL
a
long
long
way
from
hell now..
and Lord KnoWs..
i sTiLL haven’t got
stArted on those
two prompts
yEt.. juSt
getting
back from
the tRain
of
R and R..
aGaiN..
stopping here
at waystation
Shawna..
hmm..
reminds
me of
waystation
1.. i don’t
thInk that
dude WiLL
ever
come
back..
sAdly
enough
but wE mUst
go on.. yes..
as iS.. now..
and haha..
i just said i have
a J LO butt iN the
newest blog post
i am writing now..
gREAt butts feel alike..;)

SMiLes.. my friend.. Shawna i can feel your
true emotions coming through in this beautiful prose/poetry
you write here.. oh the Love.. oh the FeeLinGs.. to be loved
and to love.. like that song.. ‘Come What May’.. that i needed
so much from ‘Moulin Rouge’.. to get the grief out for losing
my cat friend Moby.. is all worth it.. in the end and beginning
of now.. sMiLes.. my goal iN liFe iS to Love and bE A Love oF as
many people’s lives as i can before i die.. that’s all i now
want or
need iS
Love.. and
the dance.. is
what has paved the
way the most for that
iN the flesh world now..
and finAlly i am connecting..
after trying so hard to make
the emotion and words
get gluED.. online..
seriously.. both
in real life
and online
when i first
started writing
people said i was
a computer and not
a real human being..
that has
changed..
TG..!
Happy
SUN
DAY..
and i’ve really
enjoyed hanging
out with you the last
couple of days.. and yeah..
sure.. i needed a break away
from my current year long
milestone of making a poem
out of every poem on dVerse
for an entire
year..
just
’cause
i can..
F.. competitions..
and goals.. i just
wanna
do iT..
like the
Goddess
of Victory..
Nike says..
now in
bare
feet
of me..
Love ya..
Shawna Baby..
hope you girls had
a great night out!..:)

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https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/02/19/dance-of-the-magick-flute/

Ah.. humans.. not unlike fleas.. sucking the blood out
of an animal they cannot fully see.. gigoid..
yes.. if the dog dies.. weE
humans who culturAlly
have removed ourselves
from our kiNd and courAge
ape ways.. WiLL suffer
the way
of bees
without
a hive..
the insects
we are now.. poisoned
slowly now as well by the
same cultural ways iroNically
that are killing the
truly
winged
and buzzing
ones.. free too…
Anyway.. i’ve being
seeing/feeling more of THE DOG
lately.. and pretty sure ALL THAT
IS THAT DOG HaS iT aLL LAID OUT
AS iS AS ALwAYS NOW..
what we do not see
can both save us
or kill uS.. now..
better to come
back home
than..
to lose
the dog forever..
at least
now..
i respect the blood..
i respect the dog..
particularly.. when
the dog is real
and the dog
most people
worship does
not even give them blood.. ironic isn’t it.. the
Native Americans who sTiLL exist.. live peacefully
with the dog as those who before did too..
i don’t wanna
be a cowboy..
so i return
NOW as
INDIAN..
LOVEnow
THE REAL
AMERICAN
OLD
New
World
STYLE..:)

SMiLes my friend.. just getting
back from a 9 or so mile
Super-Walmart
Jaunt
in dance..
and it’s nice
to be free.. iS aLL..
ALL that crap from culture
that iS simply crap… iS so far
gone in my past now..
aLL iS left
is the
5 year
old me..
now before
Kindergarten..
and sure.. a little
more.. except
for ALL the lies
of culture… more
specifically.. politics..
religion iN fundamentalist
ways.. and All that holds
human back
from getting
back to Nature
BalanCinG now..
it’s possible
but until
people
realize they
are no more special
than the other animals
who inhabit this planet..
including trees.. plants..
and even
a gRain
of Sand
and less..
they are doomed
to a life of discontent..
misery and suffering..
Nature doesn’t
lie and neither
do humans
with they
live by
THE REAL
GOD OF NATURE
WHO WILL HAVE
HER WAY OF WHATEVER
IS
IS NOW..:)

Ah.. one of my favorite efforts of one year ago..
of course.. along the lines of the
Magic Flute
as well..
with
this epic
music from
the dreams
of my DNA
Sioux
and
Cherokee
Crazy Horse
Dance and
sure.. the
rest
of me..
FREE iN
the beat of the niGht
around a campfire
moonlit night
hugging
the grass
of God at
midnight..
and the Sun
iN the mid-day
sand.. no different..
than a free cat
at night or
day..
one with
Nature..
wheRe
never
was..
is
or
will
be any
separation
from THE REAL
GOD OF NATURE
THAT IS UNDEFEATABLE
BY ANY HUMAN BEING WHETHER
LEADER OF THE WORLD.. THE CHURCH..
OR PROPHETS OF OLD OR NEW..
GOD IS FREE
and the
true and
liGht
of uS are
NOW.. and sure
the Mayans are Indians
too.. and tHeir rules rule ART
over uS aS free iN touch
with God whether
some of uS
see/feel
the reality
of change
in the air
since 2013,,
now or not..
ha.. even Justin
Bieber has that
one figured out..
never
juSt a book
by its cover..
age.. or looks..
there is always deeper
oceans in the soUl of WE
who set ourselves free though
much challenge.. dArkness
and yes.. truth and liGht…

HA.. the beat
iS coming back
and we who are iN
the Feel and know oF
IT WILL NOT BE DEFEATED..
wE are all Indigenous Indians
of God
when
we
REMember
and are
reborn
aGaiN…
don’t miss
out.. seriously
with no jest.. its
simple.. just come
back to Nature that
iS God and Human FREE..
but you have to leave first..:)

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Okay.. crap.. i’m having a bit of an identity crisis.. issue..
i was all set to be Yoda.. doing my Super-Walmart dance..
while Katrina and her two sisters.. who are fixin’ to be
Great Aunts and a Great Grandma.. are doing all
that baby shopping.. getting ready for more
baby showers as always the case with
her side of the family it seems.. yes..
extremely reproductively fit.. anyway..
Katrina’s anniversary present was an Infinity tattoo..
that her sisters decided to get too.. and my Anniversary
present and the source of today’s identity crisis.. is.. ugh..
just what i need.. a much bigger pen.. yes.. an Incredible
Hulk pen..is just what i need to write even more..
i’m currently going back and forth from Yoda..
to something else.. could be Werewolf.. yes..
it is almost the full moon.. in a day or so..
or yes.. Incredible Hulk.. but more
likely a hybrid of
SOMETHiNG..;)

5747

Ah.. the answers to the world’s problems are not
those of the world in essence as the God of
Nature aLL Free has already supplied those
answers when iN balance
oF human Nature..
simply by moving..
connecting.. and creating
by giving more than taking
otherwise known as Love
in its greaTest courAge
and kiNd way
as Unconditional..
i have studied this issue
as much as i can born without
a mask.. and taking the mask off
again.. as much as possible to get
all awakened and enlightened as such..
but here’s the thing.. to be born naked
without the clothes of culture does
literally mean that too..
to go back to
our prehistory
and understand
what iT iS that makes
human beings tick as flea
iN God of Nature
God given
human
Nature..
as wRite now..
culture.. iS overall..
a labyrinth of iNsane
from birth taking uS
way.. way.. way out
oF human being
Nature Balance..
to
move
connect
and create
and give more
iN sharing than
taking wiTh other
humans and the
rest of Nature..
it’s not hard
to do
when
one
iS loving
and loved
iN return..
and yes..
possible
to do by loving
much more than giving
but Love iS a balanced way
for most folks iN reciprocal
social human communication
too.. hmm.. face to face iS sure
the evolutionary way.. but sign
language like Facebook and other
social media will work somewhat
okay for both a blind person
and a semi-robot human
being in four
walls.. a ceiling
in front of a flat
screen computer
all day long and
most of the
night
too…
so how does an insanely
large population of human
beings.. only evolutionary suited
to around 150 to 200 sets of eyes
who moves.. connects.. and creates
best in small groups and villages like
this adapt again.. well.. here’s the deal..
all the tools of human ranging from
sticks to scratch alphabets
in sands to spears
to atomic bombs
are part of
Nature too..
an extension
yes.. but never the less
moving.. connecting and
creating new.. farther reach
of human eyes and hands
and bRains
as well
and not
so well too..
but alas the dArk
and liGht are ALL pARt
of the mix too.. pain
iS weakness leaving
the body.. and
it is also
muse
for
pleasure
too.. so it all
comes out in a
dark chocolate
and vanilla shake
of what is known
fully as culture
now.. from
Katy Perry’s Dark
Horse.. to that Super
Collider thingy.. trying
to find the God Particle
of God as Nature too now..
Prehistoric human beings
from the artifacts of record
shared iT aLL as
similar primitives
do now.. iN much
smaller group
cultures..
who move.. connect
and create iN giving
at least as much
as taKing..
so iN A way..
as strange as it may
seem.. that is what Social
Media does.. with increasing
nomadic pair bonding groups
with small to smaller
families searching an
entire nation for
subsistence
traveling
where
the meat
and vegetables
can still be obtained..
and OMG.. with stuff like
PORN.. there is a “Bonobo
Hand Shake” iN the reality
of the majority of humans
super sexed need for
variety in
reducing
frustration..
aggression
and violence..
and even potential
wars.. for those
more sex
charged
human
beings..
yeah.. it’s just
a keyboard
and hand
and fingers
away.. a little colder
than flesh and blood but
still way hot enough to get
the job of cooling off done..
and it doesn’t matter
what the local
or church
norm
says..
God will
have her way
with most of us..
if we do not repress
or get oppressed iN how
God creates one of God’s
sexiest creatures oF aLL
the human
horny
bEinG..
let’s not lie
to ourselves
it is the truth
and liGht from
below
to
above..
all engorged
as such.. as living
passionate human
being free as God
will have us
WHEN FREE..
and the truth is as
science is starting to show..
porn reduces the frequency
of actual intercourse.. no sHit
sheRlock.. it’s hard to do the
wild thing with
hands and
fingers
fully
employed..
and the fact of Nature iS
theRe are too many human
beings taking way more than
they give on this planet..
and a first world
reality
is
with greater
technology..
population
goes
down..
and up too but
not in and out
as much as
it were and is..
as there is more
to do than the work
of the night of the primitives
and plenty of technology to
fill iN the empty
spaces
oF what
flesh and blood
does when truly free..
in the foRest of bountiful
existence.. all balanced as such..
wheRe the experiment of human
being iS eventually going.. iS beyond
any human prophecy now.. as iT is
an experiment that has never
been tried before in the
history books yet..
and there iS
a synergy of neurons
holding hands together
and humans as well across
global borders.. that has and
will make Quantum leaps of
logic into Art oF heARt of
human being.. yes..
exciting times
wE liVe iN
and
NatUre aka
God still has her
hands fully in the
pie of human being..
change stARts at the
heARt level of human
being.. and as we hold
hands stronger togeTheR..
WeLL.. the sky iS no longer
the limit.. as
history
already
shows..
with
lunar
and other
landings.. now..
the Universe within
though.. is a largely uncharted
territory of science recorded history
and that’s the pARt.. i for one continue
to explore and enjoy most as
after all
i’m more
than a tool..
i’m a sacred
fool too.. brave
enough to step out
of the parameters
and back
into
what
came before..
F R E E and
BORN AGAIN..
kinda like a
perfect
storm..
if ‘you’ WiLL..
as we all feel..
in practice.. storms
are not ‘perfect’ they
kinda rave or rage on..
and are free to become
whatever iT iS they
end and begin
being
now..
climates
change.. nature
and human sAMe..:)

6745

Typical.. after Catholic Church..
26th Anniversary photo of husband
and wife.. and yes.. of course there is
a living doll in ‘this photo’..wink emoticon

Second Doll gift
from our friend
at church for the doll..;)

Oh yeah.. and it was hilarious..
when the fill-in priest asks
who has an anniversary
or a birthday.. where i
am the only one to raise
my hand and stand up.. in
the entire Temple Church
and i say.. “My Wife Katrina
and i.. are celebrating our
26th anniversary TODAY”..
and time my comeback just
right.. in my usual echoing
booming.. voice.. NOW..
and i say.. “YES..
she is also
26 years old”
as well.. BD.. wise..;)

Interesting story.. the ‘RIsen’ one.. and it was
a lot like the New Star Wars movie..
per the storm trooper
human archetype
of the villain
becoming
hero..
anyway
that’s all i’ll say..
as not to be the spoiler
for the end of the show..
as the end of the show part
is in a book anyway.. but just
not the main character of the
story whose perspective the
entire story is told from..
a brand new fictional
character named
Clavius..
a Roman
Tribune for the
‘dark force’.. as
it were.. then as well..:)

6949

Well.. in ‘this one’.. “Assembled Without Instructions” is inspiration
enough for me to write a Novel.. but that’s not coming ’till around
April.. for the third installment of that..
but yes.. how sad it is that human
beings are Assembled With
Instructions.. as the rest of
Nature innately.. instinctually..
and intuitively practices life
free without sidewalks
of hell
binding
them down
to concrete purgatories
of what came before..
stick to the
rules robot
or you’ll
get in
social acceptance
trouble and that means
starvation.. no mates
and stuff like
that as
social
animals innately..
need each other to
get the meat
and vegetables
of life.. all in one
soup of life
a cross
a fire..
anyway.. it’s sad
when folks become
paperback books.. or hard
covers too.. but pearls
of wisdom.. i’ll take
that pARt by
mouth
or
book.. as some
stuff is truly worth
reading again and again..
the gift of all the historic pearls
of wisdom you provide here.. my
friend.. gigoid.. in ways of life..
not just
nouns
and labels
for men to worship
and say they have the
last word of the God of
Mother Nature true and liGht now..
as well as dArk and fAiry tales too..
but alas.. myths are the hyperbole..
to market the meat
of the products
and without
that.. it would
be harder to
get the vehicles
and vessels that house
truth and liGht that have traveled
this far.. in written and oral tradition
of story taling.. dArk and liGht WhOLE..
Anyway.. yes.. may the metaphorse
be with ya.. friend gigoid.. as long
as it rides
free.. iN
ALLNOW..
wITh Love and
KiND In couraGe..
like Cindafella might say..;)

Well.. as a side note here..
even behind on two dVerse
prompts from last Tuesday
and Thursday.. ‘this post’
is becoming monstrously
long.. and i am ravageD
tiRed from now celebrating
our anniversary weekend..
including 9 or so miles of
dance walk on Saturday..
14 or so today..
and even
a movie
at the local
theater tonight..
so.. i’m gonna sleep
on it.. and try to get
this one published tomorrow
morning.. and then move on
to dVerse in the comments
section of that post..
as yes.. i do need
my cindafella
beauty sleep..
now..
and then..
and now..
aGaiN..:)

7325

Back at 8:50 am..
2222016.. and in reviewing
the photos from yesterday.. i see
i have surpassed the 100K photo number
since the end of August 2013.. over a course
of 30 months.. which averages out to 3333.33
photos per month.. and just coming up to 5,000
miles of Dance Walking.. of which i will provide a
celebratory post just for that number.. when it comes..
averaging 166.66 miles a month.. and yes.. i love
synchronicity of numbers.. more inspiration..
to write about milestone numbers
of which i am now averaging
in the last thirty months at 100K
words a month.. have sloWed
down iN more condensed
poeTry flow as hard as
that may be to believe
from my narrative flow..
at the Wrong Planet in
the 8 million or so words
i wrote there and other
online sites.. for around 11
million total words aLL now..
since.. November 26.. 2010..
when the numbers flow like
this.. in ones.. threes
and sixes.. sTill now..
and yes.. i’ve practicAlly
shaRed aLL the photos and
miles online since August
of 2013.. additionAlly..
since the end of
July.. 2013.. around
the 22nd.. standing
on Navarre beach
with my wife.. when
i miraculously recovered
from 19 life threatening illnesses..
in synergy that even some of the
professionals who were religious
leaning.. affirmed was an actual
miracle of the modern
day of what is seen
in the
professional
world of human
maladies.. now..
so.. sure.. i went
from not being able
to go into a store for 66 months
to solo dancing in front of a crowd
of hundreds who are my junior
by three decades or so.. then and
now at Old Seville Quarter.. for 98 weeks..
and yes.. also doing that aLL so free iN
dance iN public everywhere i go with
zero social anxiety.. whereas.. before..
i was overwhelmed with social
anxiety and agoraphobia
to the max..
and yes i have
shared scores of videos now..
as well.. that are minuscule in number..
iN comparison to the voyeur video
artists with their smart phones.. who
have captured me everywhere i go
in public in the last 30 months to
dance.. haha.. my Paparazzi..
as hell no.. there ain’t
no one else dancing
in public but
me in a metro
area of several
hundred thousand
folks in patriarchal
footloose purgatory..
more or less.. so it’s
like capturing Rare Birds
or Jaguars or something
of that crazy nature.. hehe..
to share aLL over
Facebook..
as i always
hear.. i saw
you on Facebook
man.. you are famous..
hehe.. i’m not famous..
’cause they don’t know
my name.. and that’s
the way i like iT
baby.. the dancing
guy is now enough..
the other
name they say..
Legend.. is much
better.. as Legends WiLL
not be trapped iN cAges
oF
human
bEing
culture..
iN fame hell..
i roam free now..
under the Guidance
of the God of Nature
earning no money
but free.. now2..
as inherited and
continuAlly
experienced now
and improved by
by uS.. and i’m
gonna cut that
facebook collage
that i was talking about
way earlier in this post
to only months now.. instead
of years then.. as the history
of my soUl continues
to grow iN other
paths.. as
WeLL..
oN thiS
post now
wheRe mY soUl
iS now here as no
history
@
aLL..
wheRe every
now is an
anniversary
oF
LIFe
riSinG
alWays
NOW..:)

7872

Moving through a life of extreme challenge
as well as extreme gifts.. is very interesting..
and cold dark hell..
when not at all..
as death
iN life..
the opening video
of this post illustrates where
i live in moving photos very well..
showing the inner
walls of most
fundamentalist
Christian churches
i have visited as well..
where there is a certain
entitlement of having
access to words
that means
that one
is above
all
the rest
of humankind
where Muslims
and Buddhists
and Atheists..
and all the rest
who are not the chosen
ones of ‘us’ are gonna go
to that fiery eternal damnation
place for the rest of eternity..
but the thing is..
they.. for the
most pArt
are already
there and are totally
unaware that they are
iN hell now.. as the window
to heaven is clouded with
words.. to feel heaven just..
now in senses.. emotions..
and human sensuality is no
myth or fairy tale of a man
God or the last
prophet..
or anyone
else.. it is God..
yes.. THE God
of Nature’s gift to
those of us who find
iT aGaiN.. from birth
away from
cultural..
religious..
and political
lies that are all
truly politics as all of
these seek manmade
order.. away from the
God of Nature
free..
the thing that pisses me off most..
about cultures.. religions.. politics
and yes.. even philosophy
away from Nature
that is from
head to toe..
inside outside.. yes..
above so below and
up again.. all around..
iS that it iS aLL human slavery..
and as i remember my most favorite
part of the movie “The Ten Commandments”..
coming again in cultural TV as it has since
i was a little boy.. is Moses.. totAlly
away from culture.. politics..
religion.. and philosophy..
saying the simple statement
that if there is a God that God
would have no human slaves and
all would be free.. yet that is precisely
what both the Muslim and Christian
religions continued to do for centuries..
holding humans captive as slaves giving
them less credit for being one
of God’s children
as all creatures
are free..
Karma is real..
there is no doubt about that
to me.. now.. as i have experienced
the darKest and liGhTest pArts of Karma
from A to Z and more of me with God
of Nature together
as the force
we are
iN yes..
both dARk
and liGht..
but what i know for sure iS thiS..
any separation from God.. iN taKinG
any pArt of God as Whole as less
than the other.. is the
true highway
to HeLL for
human being..
juSt my learn-
ED oPiniOn oF
what i experience
oF GoD ALL NOW..
but what i KNow/FEeL.. iS..
the more i give in liGht the more
i receive iN liGht back from GOD..
and devolving back into dArk WiLL
surely bRinG more dArk to my liFe..
action.. consequence.. it’s the way
of Nature.. bRing another human
being down or other pARt of
Nature.. iN any way
and bRing
yourself
down
even
lower
and even
to REAL hell.. but each
human over the course of
God’s eternity now.. WiLL have
to practice that lesSon themselves
between they and God alone ALLONE..
and theRe ain’t no verse gonna save
’em now.. until
they find
the free
verse
of
GOD
WIThin
that requires
no words at all..
and it don’t matter
what they label themselves
with.. from Atheist to Priest..
God is no word
alone
God iS
ALLONE
FREE as
uS
when
we free
ourselves NOW
alive and risen as
God’s children once more
and nowforevermore as
now is the only
eternity
tHere
iS..NOW..
to put iT oFF..
iS to never
fiNd
iT..
@ALL..:)

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23 Responses to Broken Arrows oF Dreams Dance

  1. Rafiah shares a very sweet
    photo of her younger sister..
    on Facebook.. and i say..

    i dreamed you came and visited with me in the U.S..
    the dream was truly hilarious.. and so vivid that i can
    remember every detail.. like you drove my car
    without asking.. hehe.. and you got to
    meet my sister and her friend
    and y’all had something in
    common that was unexpected..
    i will have to tell you more about it one
    day.. anyway.. your sister looks very sweet
    like you my friend.. but hehe.. you were
    much funnier in my dream..wink emoticon

    Rafiah says..

    I can not drive a car, so stay calm as
    i wont take your car with out dragging you with
    me grin emoticon haha tell me about your sista
    Is she too as cool and amazing
    as you are? wink emoticon
    And you know what Other day i had
    this weird thought in my head. I wondered how
    would you look like wearing shalwar kameez or
    kurta, the traditional dress folks wear here.
    You are always wearing shorts.
    tongue emoticon Do you guys
    have some shopping centre
    nearby where you can buy
    them and cover your
    knees for once in your
    lifetime. grin emoticon
    may be you can dance in
    them as well and show me
    the pictures. smile emoticon

    i say..

    Yes.. my sister is as cool as i am..
    she is a photographer but she
    does not venture into
    the writing pArt of
    life.. like i do
    in epic
    net ways yet..
    or do a dance..
    always public..
    but change iS
    always possible
    as my life shows wHole
    now my friend.. Rafiah…
    who kNows.. maybe one now
    you will dance with shorts on too..
    iN public too..
    and maybe i
    will show you
    how one
    day
    now..wink emoticon
    And yes.. i will be happy to wear
    whatever you like.. to dance
    for you.. including..
    shalwar.. kameez..
    or kurta or
    whatever
    else you
    wish
    as yes..
    i can be
    a genie too..
    and grant you three
    wishes of dance wear
    from me..wink emoticon

    Rafiah says..

    Now i am thinking of a sherwani too,
    dress grooms usually wear. Now my
    mind is getting stray. tongue emoticon

    i say..

    SMiLes.. i have some more
    Googling to do now..wink emoticon
    Okay.. mission accomplished…
    i like the Sherwani.. the best..
    it reminds me of
    Michael
    Jackson
    in his earlier
    career days.. around
    the now of Thriller..
    but they don’t
    have iT
    iN local
    stores.. so
    maybe one
    now.. i will
    amazon
    iT for the
    special wear
    dance you request..
    from genie.. me.. then..;)

  2. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/22/whiny-wimps-boast-no-cheeses/#comment-18269

    SMiLes.. gigoid.. the GreAtest JoY
    oF mY life.. WeLL.. among
    many.. reAlly..
    iS that
    ‘normal’
    folks don’t
    take crazy
    serious.. now..
    and haha!hehe..
    watching recently
    somewhat
    ‘Risen’ As
    fundamentalist
    religious movie with
    tints.. shades.. and now
    hues of hmm.. some freedom
    iN the message as alWays
    wiTh vehicles and vessels
    of myths that hold higher
    liGht as Love and Truths as
    Wisdom REAL.. i loved iT..
    when the Roman
    dude decided
    not to do
    away
    with
    one of the
    Mary’s in the
    show.. as he
    called her touched
    and not deserving
    punishment.. all
    the way as it
    were to
    dead..
    back then..
    when the sword
    was judge.. jury..
    and lawyer
    as one
    pointed
    and sharp
    reality of life..
    and ain’t it that way..
    now.. sTiLL.. iF ya reAlly
    wanna get the job dONE..
    a little to lots of
    crazy
    iS the
    best tool
    ever.. WeLL.. one
    of the best anyway..
    to be left a hermit
    as hermits
    build
    the
    freest
    sheLLs
    oF all..
    Win
    ter..
    Sp
    RinGs
    Sum
    mer fUn2..;)

  3. Well.. okay.. and that reminds
    me i had an older Algebra
    teacher in College who
    said okay after every
    two or three sentences
    of speech.. hmm.. RRBI’s..
    Restrictive Repetitive
    Behaviors and
    Interests.. a
    hall mark
    symptom
    of the so-called
    Autism Spectrum..
    and beyond as
    phenotype2.. iN now
    10 to 15% G..pop.. count..
    and hehe.. probably
    describes the hunting
    and fishing R
    and R
    behavior
    of close
    to 33 percent
    or so of the
    local
    males here..
    and it is kinda
    a male thingy..
    as some studies
    show to be more
    focused on one thingy
    than multi-tasking more
    than one..
    so i’ve fallen
    behind again
    on prompts
    numbering
    two from last
    week on Tuesday..
    and Thursday and
    even potentially
    a straggler
    Haibun from
    Monday too..
    and Quadrille’s
    again now today..
    on the dVerse trail
    as it were and remains
    as so online.. and that i do
    Love about being mostly a
    hermit poet now.. is i can
    art as i like without any
    mechanical cognition
    deadline
    restrictions..
    rules.. forms..
    or anything really
    that will take the
    human mind
    away
    from empath
    feelings and heARtist
    brain pipe of Life..
    as science even
    shows now
    iS an
    empirical
    phenomena..
    wHere mechanical
    cognition activities
    repress the
    miNd
    of heARt
    that connects
    to flowery
    ways of
    liFe or iN
    my case
    flowordy
    ways of
    writing now..
    hehe.. hahax2..
    anyway.. i think i’ll workout
    early and do come what mays
    next.. as it does a little effort
    to write close to
    10K posts.. iN
    even putting
    iT all together
    after the
    draft
    comments
    section iS aLL complete..
    but the best thing of all too..
    one of many as well online..
    is it ain’t goin’ nowHere else whe
    tHeR i’m here or they are hEre or
    whomever iS herE or not
    now.. the record
    stands as is..
    and i can do
    whatever i like
    with it later..
    like copying and
    pasting my yearly DVerse
    efforts of poetic response
    into a blog post anthology
    Novel.. every year around
    spRinG now as history
    shows around
    that now..
    iS my
    height
    of SpRinG creativity too..
    to rule the rules with free..
    iS a great way to be..
    can get kinda lonely
    at nows.. but
    hey i have
    few friends
    i wouldn’t
    trade for
    a million
    or more
    fans
    of
    fame..
    so let it be written..
    so let it be dOne..
    whenever what
    comes
    what
    may
    WiLL
    rise again..
    haha.. my next
    GodsUniVerse
    Novel3 may comprise
    one hundred thouSand
    Words but i write for
    ever now..
    and what
    i write
    WiLL
    stand
    as human
    heArt never
    dies on earth..
    at least on servers.. now..
    where every micro-poetic
    expression oF Chapter
    WiLL be a UniVerse
    among other UniVerses
    aLL on its
    own..
    in
    multi
    verse
    way..
    kinda
    like the
    relationship
    of uS and the
    rest of God
    named
    Nature..
    for now
    @least now..:)

  4. gigoid says:

    I’ll be back to finish… ran out of steam…

    🙂

    Love

    gigoid

    • SMiLes my friend.. gigoid.. as alWays
      no pressure free here for views
      and responses.. now..
      the art of it and i goes
      oN for miles
      of SMiLes
      as alWays
      come what
      may.. and of course
      wheRe steam goes
      for me as well.. only
      human
      of course
      too.. with
      sleepy too’s
      that i do appreciate
      having now for regeneration free..:)

  5. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/22/whiny-wimps-boast-no-cheeses/#comment-18272

    SMiLes.. gigoid.. i think there is definitely an inherent advantage
    of pulling crazy off.. when necessary.. but in the actual
    state of mind of crazy.. not much advantage.. i see..
    as i’ve been to crazy land and do know and
    feel how not to return now..
    however that is a lesson
    of experience
    that is one
    of emotional
    regulation.. and
    sensory integration more over
    actual associated thoughts..
    iN moving ways of
    connecting and
    creating with
    human WiLL that iS
    choice of directing the
    inner being of choice
    for positive.. instead
    of negative flow.. now
    of life.. oh.. so hiGh
    it can go.. but oh so
    low out of balance
    and hiGh too..
    it can come
    to.. now.. so..
    for me to now express
    iT aLL iN sensory.. emotioNal
    and sensual balance iS the
    best way never to go back
    to cray cray
    land again..
    for real.. now
    but meanwhile
    i can glare my animal
    feral side that some folks
    feel iS crazy away from
    uncivilized to
    feral
    animal being.. and
    to leash that animal
    iN balance iS
    to have
    a wolf
    ready for
    more actions
    and consequences
    of liFe.. against what
    come what may.. as dArk..
    and yes.. most definitely agree
    only for the coldest of hearts is
    insanity not contagious..
    and of course
    why it is one
    of the
    now most
    stigmatizing oF
    illnesses as the dArk
    oF heARt naturAlly
    rubs off
    on others..
    when we are
    truly connected
    as well as joy
    oF liGht..
    a place now
    wHere i do my
    best to land..
    to keep
    iT better
    liGht..
    as Lord
    knows and feels..
    i’ve spent some cray
    cray nows.. too much
    at the Wrong Planet..
    wHere humanity
    can be iN
    sparse response
    to the warmer
    side oF
    Human Being..
    i feel that most crazy
    iS associated with disturbances
    iN mind and body balance.. wiTh
    emotional regulation and sensory
    integration all out of whack.. Love the
    movement arts to literally get iT back iN balance..:)

  6. WeLL.. a quick skip
    past last Tuesday
    and Thursday
    dVerse poeTry
    prompts.. behind..
    all the way to
    Quadrille Monday..
    all about Bubbles..
    now to respond to
    Shawna’s
    poetic
    effort
    before
    she
    disappears
    there as other duties
    coming tomorrow
    away from writing
    land.. so who knows
    or cares when i’ll now
    catch up later.. what
    ever comes.. WiLL then…

    SMiLes.. S.. eMe.. S..
    aka Shawna too..
    i’ll pick a favorite
    bubble in
    bedlam
    birth pangs
    reNewEd
    as fixed
    B’s
    away
    from hives..:)

    And now for sleep
    2222016..
    11:50 pm..:)

    3:48 pm..
    2242016..
    Back.. and aLL
    caught up below
    with Tuesday
    and Thursday
    prompts
    for
    last
    week dVerse..
    now to finish
    the Quadrille
    free verse
    stuff
    here..:)

    Hmm.. deTours
    and back at 4:20 pm..

    Bubble liGhts
    of human horns..
    Blow hard
    Blow long..
    SinG high
    SonG grown..:)

    *
    Careful.. Careful..
    diversion
    from the
    word rule
    Bubble..
    iN Bubbly
    trouble..;)

    Ha! Donald
    iN three
    Stooges
    better
    Duck
    before
    Bubble
    Bursts
    Fortune’s
    Luck..:)

    Tea PArty SpRing
    without
    StRinGS
    oF
    AWMAM’s
    sonG.. n0w
    Bubbling up..:)

    GLlstening
    RainBow
    feeLinGs.. gOld
    fish pass.. bye…
    SWord Fish bRings
    BubbLes wITh sHarp edges..:)

    *
    BalLoons.. bubble uP..
    pArty SonGS
    SinG
    RefRain
    oF air left
    now.. flatten
    now.. they lose
    tHeir zest
    deflated
    Bubbles
    BalLoon
    no more..:)

    Ah.. bloWinG
    bubble gum
    SonGs
    air me
    out..:)

    Children’s Bubbles
    kNow no limits
    except for rules
    limiting
    how
    bubbles
    come and go..:)

    Hmm.. drifting off to
    a nap.. zzz’s and now
    for dinner and work-
    out after that..
    more bubbles
    when i get
    back..
    5:00 pm..:)

    10:35 pm..
    and back
    for more
    Bubble Poetry..
    in Free Verse Quadrille-
    less form for now.. sMiles..;)

    Oops i did iT again..
    deTour to heaven
    and now
    more bubbles
    at 11:11 pm..;)

    Chocolate petals
    of taste buds
    flow over
    dance
    of tongue
    in soothing
    songs of sugary
    nirvana.. cupcake
    bliss bubbles of heaven
    over flow as real for now..:)

    So sad that so many
    who talk about the truth
    setting one free would hope
    in the same breath
    that the earth
    would
    end
    in ashes
    tomorrow
    self fulfilling
    prophecies
    real for
    those
    who
    believe in
    the truth of Ash..:)

    Fear.. trUly core
    dEvil of free..
    Free.. onLY
    trUe oF liFe..
    Be Free
    simple
    as that..
    without
    ALL
    Illusory Fears..:)

    Bubbles floating free.. crystal
    rainBows thin iN
    air sKin..
    moVing frEE..
    never ending
    flow
    aWay
    from priSons
    oF staying sTill..:)

    *
    ShrInking brow
    oF fear..
    sInking
    heARt
    oF real..
    riSinG blood
    of fiRe.. heARt
    liVes wiTh pasSioN moRe..:)

    So let iT bE written
    so let iT bE dOne..
    sElf fulfilLinG
    prophecies
    exisT when
    poeTry
    comes
    first.. iN juSt
    doinG aLL neXt..
    no bubbles burst
    in FiRe of LiVe..:)

    *
    Spring to Summer Bubble
    oF liFe stays iN waRm
    soUl groWinG n0w
    radiaTinG
    heat oF
    spiRit
    through
    Chi oF subatomic
    flow aS core
    flAMehUman
    bEinG..:)

    Colors Bubble
    uP inNer
    uS freEinG
    wE aWay
    from fear
    Waves surf
    Ocean
    UniVerse
    DeliGhtshores
    SpRinkLinG liGht..:)

    Nature feels
    her bubble
    oF liFe
    never
    bursting
    frEE as shores oF
    see..:)

    Sand kNows
    no liFe
    but
    Bubble’s
    GRace..:)

    Oh no..
    septic
    tank bubbles..
    no wonderland
    in other bubbles..
    shower’s
    alert
    for ugly
    bubbles..:)

    Honesty and Politics..
    bedfellows
    from
    different
    Mothers..
    Power.. Status
    never ever
    free
    iN essence..
    pain expresses
    pain.. always in other
    ways.. without heARt..:)

    DArk poe
    bubbLes SinG TrY
    hiGher iN shadow
    raveN featHers
    oF
    dustY
    dRy
    bOne
    enDinGs..:)

    OH God!..
    terror of cooking
    bubbles.. overflowing
    heated hell.. boiling
    edges on to stove
    panic fingers
    turn
    the
    dial..
    never cook
    again.. Thank
    God for Wife..;)

    Bubbling guilt
    rises out oF joy
    soars..
    shaRed
    blisS
    hidden
    pain
    lower
    iN
    Love
    Flesh..:)

    Bubble bath
    meditations
    sinG flesh
    iN born
    way
    meshes
    wITh stars above
    briGht exploDinG liGht..:)

    Bubble black
    magic..
    witches
    warLocks
    brew of rue
    stings.. softer
    skiNned
    human
    beInGs
    tAinted
    smiles oF White..:)

    Bubbles
    move
    people
    words
    sTiLL..:)

    oh NO..! terrified
    of dish washing bubbles
    am i.. but only ’cause
    i can’t touch manmade
    stuff including
    soap
    no joke..
    tactile sensitivity..
    free ticket
    to never
    washing
    clothes or dishes..
    as long as there is Wife..;)

    Bubbly
    sMiLes
    SinG
    WinS..:)

    Dream oF Spring
    bubbles.. yes..
    throughout
    the animal
    kingdom
    always
    floating
    dreams of sex..
    nice and not so nice..:)

    There was once a so-called
    man who chose a church
    for a wife..
    the ocean
    chose
    me first..
    and last..
    end and begin..
    bubbles high
    bubbles low..
    Dark nigh
    morn
    Star..:)

    *
    Hmm.. don’t under
    stand the fascination
    with all those bubbling
    blood law enforcement
    shows.. hmm..
    my wife.. perhaps
    she has a dark..
    side.. after all
    of those
    shows she
    watches..
    i for one
    choose bubbles
    with no blood when possible..;)

    i cannot believe
    it.. all these
    links and
    i just
    now
    thought
    of blowing
    bubbles with
    gum.. hmm..
    thanks.. yes..
    i’ll stick
    with
    air.. though..
    and no bubbles..
    or gum on dance
    shoes
    oF free..:)

    Ah..
    yes…
    bubble iN
    heaven i’ll
    stay.. learnEd
    never
    to burst
    now.. aGaiN
    iN dance oF free..:)

    SMiLes..
    dream bubble
    never bursts
    as long
    as iT
    sImply
    moveS in
    Balance air..:)

    Ah.. yes..
    aLL who
    move wiTh
    gravity are
    God’s Bubbles..:)

    Wild cats
    free..
    Nature’s
    bubble real..:)

    Real
    aS imaGiNatTioN
    Bubbles real inOW..;)

    Kitchen soap
    bubbles.. slavery
    floats from
    Mountain
    air..:)

    Okay.. all finished
    with 30 more poetic
    expression efforts..
    12:37 pm..
    2252016..
    in what appears to
    be record time so far..
    86 minutes divided
    by 30 equals
    2.86 minutes
    including
    reading time..
    yeah.. and i’ll
    have to admit..
    listening to
    that Yoga
    trance music
    the whole
    way
    through
    made laser
    focus.. in enhancement
    of focus.. mindful
    awareness..
    and general
    cognitive
    functioning
    in FeeLing
    in practice
    of unleashing
    and releasing
    the Quantum
    human
    mind and
    body in
    balance
    now..
    but you’d
    have to
    experience
    that to more
    fully understand
    it from what i feel
    so far
    of that
    phenomenal
    human experience
    that for decades
    i had no idea
    how poeticAlly
    beautiful
    life could
    be iN
    a free
    dance oF Bliss..:)

  7. Prajakta says:

    Belated Anniversary to you too 🙂 Hope it was a great chance to celebrate… Keep moving and keep dancing I say! And keep up with your workouts!

    • Hi Prajakta.. thanks so much for coming by
      and visiting with me today.. and ha! i started
      exercising when i was 12 years.. old.. as the
      other humans told me.. otherwise i would not be
      strong enough to survive.. and since then it has
      almost always given me the edge over other
      human beings who fail to do this..
      over the course of all my ages..
      truly a saving grace to move..
      and to make physical education art
      instead of science in restricted moves
      is a way to human freedom not just in
      muscle and other bodily health but emotional
      regulation and sensory integration as well.. when
      the body moves free in balance.. and no.. i’m not talking
      about treadmills.. and pounding one’s feet on concrete in running ways..
      and making the human body into a machine.. when as seen through
      nature the mammal body is one of art that conserves energy..
      with enough stored energy to capture prey and escape
      predators as an Invisible Force in Flow with the rest of
      nature in Grace.. and as an Athletic Director
      in my retiring last job from the Government
      for the Navy.. my philosophy of Sports and
      Fitness is antithetical to the science of
      fitness and sports they and the rest of
      most of society teaches..
      my physical education iS art now..
      but i will use Nautilus machines as they
      are designed on the patterns of the God of
      Nature that is the UniVerse and Galaxies in the
      Golden Spiral mean of 1.618.. where the fetus of us
      at an earliest age matures into a mini-me UniVerse and
      or God depending on what metaphor for the essence of
      Universal Truth and Light iS.. with relative free will gifted as iS..
      but wE NOW have the information/feeling for this evolved and stored
      in our DNA just waiting to explode In liGht as recovered from the hiStory
      oF
      US.. sMiles..
      more than
      a jumping
      jack
      we
      are..;)

  8. I always enjoy going through the pictures you share, capturing even the small moments from your day. After all ‘moments’ is what we are all made up of ! Fantastic post Fred 🙂

    • Hi.. sweet friend Zee.. so happy you
      enjoyed the visuals i share here now
      from all my nows as i stream on and
      flow through life as the river it is..
      and pARt of my ocean iN Nautilus Shell
      like art i leave here.. for the record
      as is.. for what modern technology allows
      to document dreams and reality of it…
      While some folks don’t have the
      horsepower of computers
      and broad band access
      to open up a feast
      of human
      life like
      this..
      technology is finAlly
      catching up.. wHere now
      anyone with the newest
      smartphone devices
      from Samsung
      and Apple
      can easily
      open up
      what i do here
      with LTE Broadband
      access.. and sure soon
      most everyone will have
      the latest technology for $25
      a month or whatever they
      are charging these
      days.. to
      attain the
      ability to both
      share and receive
      more of the nows of
      human life.. to inspire
      each other.. as our ancestors
      always did in the flesh group
      life of loves and hugs..
      photos aren’t
      quite like the
      warm and fuzzies
      of the flesh life but
      they are at least
      a step theRe.. and
      a way for us to count our
      blessings as we go.. to focus
      on the moment more.. and more..
      noticing the beautiful small details of life
      and how they work better in big picture
      way of life
      as well…
      i love what i do..
      and it alWays feels
      good to share.. as that
      is what free humans do.. they
      give and share.. and never collect
      and sell for selfish purposes
      of con-social emotions
      like jealously and
      greed.. art
      is to be shared
      and it is sad to me
      whenever it is sold rather
      than shared.. or copyrighted..
      or such as that..
      i own nothing..
      so i have it all..
      as free..
      to give
      and share..
      and to be clear
      i do own a home..
      a car.. and have
      money in the bank..
      and retirement checks
      coming in monthly..
      but those things are
      only avenues to art
      and not
      a pArt
      of my
      being human
      @ALL.. as FREE..
      just a necessary
      way to
      get
      here
      now..
      i look to a now
      when all share again
      freely.. where no longer
      humans have to play a role
      as cogs in a machine.. and
      machines are the slaves
      in non-feeling
      way.. and
      humans
      can be
      once
      again..
      FREE…
      that change..
      and ha! there is a song
      for that too by Styx..
      named Mr.
      Roboto
      with
      visuals
      too just
      wRite for now…;)

  9. http://gigoid.me/2014/02/13/feedback-isnt-good-for-electronic-circuits/#comment-18279

    Hope you feel much better soon.. my friend.. gigoid..
    and ha! as Synchronicity WiLL have iT..
    i just finished a thousand
    or so words on the
    insanity of
    the SCIENCE
    of modern physical
    education that through
    commercialism reduces
    humans into machines
    instead of works of
    art iN movement…
    Any repetitive movement..
    particularly one’s with trauma
    to the body.. of which running
    or jogging is one of the more
    offensive one’s to our
    bio-
    mechanics
    as iS iN extended
    repetitive way
    of pounding..
    yes.. most
    often leads
    to chronic
    ergonomic injury
    to the route later of
    degenerative arthritis.. etc..
    and as always the answers are
    in Nature.. move iN balance..
    move with grace..
    MOVE WITH
    G R A V I T Y..
    conserve energy..
    and only strike
    when the
    moment
    is correct..
    to now either
    fight for the next
    meal or escape from
    being the next meal
    for someone/thing else..
    And as science shows now..
    which should of been.. a No.. Duh..!
    moment before.. all innately.. instinctually
    and intuitively.. run a marathon.. and get
    heart attack equivalent damage to the
    heart.. as one only NATURALLY runs
    away from
    prey.. they don’t
    U S U A L L Y..
    (unless they
    are humans who
    are specifically
    evolved to
    do that.. as
    seen in some
    African
    cultures still now)
    keep running like
    insanity after
    escaping
    predator
    or capturing
    prey.. cat’s don’t do treadmills
    and neither do rats if given a choice..
    So.. i gracefully dance/martial arts/ move around the big million
    dollars worth of gym equipment that i myself purchased
    through collaborative effort with the public works team
    with a million dollars of end of the year government
    use or lose money.. scores.. of treadmills.. ellipticals..
    stair steppers.. cycles.. and other machines that
    go in the same direction in the same
    movement over and over
    in treadmill style..
    and there is
    a class
    on ergonomic safety now and
    for decades teaching never
    do the same movement
    all the time at the desk
    at work.. even sitting..
    as sitting is repetitive
    movement still now
    too.. but somehow
    really smart humans
    cannot figure out
    that applies
    to the simplest
    moves of walking in
    straight line sidewalks
    and aisles of stores too..
    We humans are animals..
    and that is where the failure
    begins.. when humans
    are thought of and in
    practice
    more
    as machines
    instead of fur..
    flesh.. and blood.. free
    as the art of the Universe
    shows in golden spiraling
    moves.. and form
    of art..
    free.. as shell of Nautilus..
    so yeah.. i’ll use Nautilus
    machines providing smooth
    resistance flowing with joints
    instead of squaring
    them off
    iN free
    weight
    hell.. of restricted
    movement iN stressing
    ligaments.. joints.. and
    bones.. of which the worse
    possible exercise is putting
    frigging 500LBS on one’s
    shoulders and squatting
    down below where the
    knees normally
    bend.. to
    pick
    berries..
    where degenerative
    arthritis.. etc… will be the likely
    long term suffering outcome.. but
    of course.. some
    humans are born
    more
    robust
    than others..
    and may now
    escape that..
    wheRe.. i for one..
    am born with
    a congenitally
    fused vertebra
    iN neck.. a point
    of inherent weakness
    but a work around with
    ease.. with Nautilus
    machines
    flowing
    for
    strength.. i have
    zero pains.. ’cause
    i flow.. sure i get
    stiff no less
    than a cat
    but i just
    stretch and
    move on free in grace..
    and yes.. i’ve suffered
    from arthritic pain in my
    hips.. my elbows.. my shoulders
    my knees.. ever since the repetitive
    movements of playing tennis for a decade
    from pre-teens to twenties.. but now i have
    recovered with the art of free flowing movement
    and most importantly balance of emotions and
    senses working as one.. i rarely ever breathe
    hard.. but why should i.. i am neither running
    after prey or escaping predator anymore..
    as always the best lessons are innate..
    instinctual and intuitive..
    but if one can’t
    find them inside..
    just look to Nature
    other animals already
    have it figured out.
    they moved as
    the Universe
    mini-me
    God’s
    they
    are..
    while we separate
    into machines
    oF robots
    iN
    Zombie
    Apocalypse
    Hell.. i dance
    with Zombie
    walkers in Super
    Walmart.. a’hem..
    and i’m now the one
    that’s strange.. hehe..
    i’ve got a secret.. i’m
    not
    the
    insane
    one.. haha!..
    @A L L N O W
    i N F L OW S
    G R A C E..:)

    CRap.. i forgot to answer the first question..
    hehe.. i am a Disney movie.. as
    i make me up as i
    go as I.. the
    capital
    one of
    i.. with
    exclamation
    point now! iN spiRit..!
    way i feel i am Disney
    World.. is i’d rather be
    as a ride iN a store
    in fliGht oN
    land
    than going
    to the Magic
    Kingdom kNow..
    and Mickey Mouse..
    after aLL.. we sHare the
    same rodent ancestor
    as science shows
    from 75 million
    years ago..
    so Mickey iS
    a grand way to beE
    too.. as i revel iN
    the crazy of norm
    that iS
    me now..
    haha.. sure.. i
    can fit molds on
    the outside.. but
    the river
    iS me
    floWing
    as Ocean
    whole alWays iNside..
    for example.. below
    and now
    the dance
    never stays
    the sAMe as
    iT iS alWays
    creation
    anew
    now
    iN feeling
    over form..
    and slow iS better
    than fast overAll to me..
    as the turtle of i SinGs
    the same creation
    SonG
    oF rabbit
    hAir
    of
    i
    with so
    many holes
    to explore more..
    kNoWinG FEElinG
    as sAnd as I of i..!..:)

  10. https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/02/21/at-the-end-of-a-day/

    Truth and liGht
    iS aLL theRE
    iS
    iS
    now..
    change
    consistently
    now.. to worry
    over tomorrow’s
    death iS only
    illusion
    now..
    as sure Dark..
    is wHere iT sTarts
    and begins again.. now
    greaTest illusion now
    iS dARk iS end.. now
    iT’s only beginning
    then after
    end oF dArk
    again.. but don’t
    ask me how
    i know this..
    i am
    born
    wiTh
    gift now
    oF feeling
    over knowing
    fActs of human
    and Nature now
    and
    then..
    i’d hate
    to thInk
    i am
    onLY
    one wITh
    thiS FAITH..
    THAT’S REAL..
    and you are
    a poet
    now..
    REAL2..
    @Rafiah.. now..:)

  11. https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2016/02/23/stranger-in-the-mirror/

    LesSon
    oF LiFe..
    for me.. now.. Prajakta..
    i’ll take groWing oldest over being
    depressed to the point i forget
    what happiness iS..
    AlWays happy
    to be older and
    happy.. Greater.. than wise..
    Feelings count at the end
    and beginning of now..:)

    SMiLes.. Yes friend..
    Prajakta.. By the way..
    Love the poetic way Prajakta
    sounds as a feeling unto itself
    and that is why i like my Pen name
    too for the music of it in lyric flow..
    Ha! When you retire.. If you like you can
    become a poem too at essence if that becomes
    your full time hobby too.. It’s a weird but
    good feeling when all the words become a song..
    Smiles.. Again.. When automatic writing is
    no longer coin operated.. Okay.. i’ll go..
    before another poetic novella comes..;)

  12. Superman vs Batman.. thought it was coming in Summer
    but now it is forecast for the day before Easter.. along with
    all the other God shows of the season.. and truly.. the first
    Superman movie in 1978.. per the screen writer.. was
    intentionally a metaphor for the Jesus story of
    messianic proportions as was the last movie..
    the man of Steele.. obviously…
    where the world is always looking
    for a savior from the perceived ills as long
    as we have recorded history.. the hope is for
    rising above the grade of human now.. so many
    allegories through the years there is for the hero
    archetype of human.. playing to both males and females..
    from the dark journey.. back.. to change again iN
    enlightenment and awakening of human being..
    so yeah.. as always.. in fiction there is a taste of
    reality where reality can be stranger than fiction..
    overall.. as well.. per Mark Twain and others..
    who see fiction as just a prelude to the
    reality that is the strangest nows
    of all.. justice league now.. all..
    a play of life.. in tow.. as now..
    ALL iN NOW.. and yes.. the common
    struggle of liberal vs conservative.. portrayed..
    in this new movie.. open minded ways of change vs..
    same stuff in order again and again.. ad nauseam for
    the freer ‘super’ men and women that are WE.. now..
    and with all that said.. it’s now for some super
    poetry in response to what will now
    be around 100 poems.. and
    if i did that in one
    night.. it
    would
    even
    surprise
    super
    me..
    heHA1!..
    anyway i need
    another muse tonight
    and Superman and
    Batman will
    do for
    now.. aS iSis..
    and Wonder
    Woman2..;)

  13. So.. here i stArt wiTh last week’s
    Tuesday dVerse prompt
    all about rooms.. and
    will skip back up
    to the Quadrille
    Section to
    finish that
    up after
    Thursday
    open link
    night.. now
    is over
    wITh too..
    in poetic
    response
    from me of course
    as the deadline for
    links is way back
    last week now..:)

    And this prompt is
    inspirational to me..
    as rooms have often
    been associated with my
    moods through life.. and
    while i no longer am as attached
    to the material surroundings of
    man-made stuff.. there are the
    two other bedrooms of our home
    that have become storage
    places as often
    empty nesting
    couples.. do..
    a workout room
    that is mine to do
    as i please.. without children
    and a room with a bed with
    Katrina’s stuff too..
    hmm.. the workout
    room was a place
    of darkest life
    for me..
    when i went
    through my hell
    in 2008.. particularly
    the 40 day lent period
    of no sleep.. as rings
    of Dante’s hell choked
    life out of me.. closer
    and closer to beyond
    any hell i could
    imagine before..
    as the hell
    like life
    was different
    in intensity each
    second of the day..
    as my sleeplessness
    progressed along with
    the worst pain known
    to mankind.. type
    two trigeminal
    neuralgia during
    all waking hours
    and the synergy
    of 19 other
    medical
    disorders
    that i have
    outlined now
    and now again..
    oN this blog for
    continuing dArk
    oF Life inspiration
    too.. so.. for 8 years now..
    i’ve been putting off going
    back into that room and getting
    it back in shape.. so my wife
    can at least work-out in there
    as my strength no longer
    is at the lower
    weights oF
    challenge
    iN maximum
    challenge oF
    decades before..
    i’m hoping this
    prompt will help
    motivate me to get
    the job done.. as it’s
    a dark pARt of my liFe
    that i need to bring
    closure to.. a room..
    as iT iS
    the last place
    of it that i have
    not entered and
    sealed
    up
    as past..
    so anyway.. thiS
    iS my contribution
    for last Tuesday’s
    prompt.. at least..
    out of respect
    for the
    inspiration
    it brings me
    whether or not
    anyone concerned
    with the prompt
    other than
    me.. ever
    reads this
    aT aLL..
    iT iS
    the inspiration
    of life that counts
    and out of respect
    i thank.. whether
    there are any
    welcomes
    or not..
    it’s
    just how
    i roll iN
    positive sNow
    oF human being..
    and now to get
    inspired by the
    poeTry of others
    who linked to that
    prompt about rooms
    last Tuesday.. then..:)

    *
    Hospital rooms remember
    clean.. losses remember
    pain.. misery
    and suffering
    better iN
    white
    clean
    sheets
    than
    dirty ditches
    of nows gone by…

    *
    Old house rented
    rooms.. bar
    next door
    drunken
    hollers
    of southern
    boy manhood
    dreams.. me
    with girlfriend
    defenseless then
    no operators
    manual for
    fists or feet..
    helpless feeling
    of domesticated
    male..
    primate..
    then..
    no rooms..
    hold me now..:)

    Desk rooms
    cLass.. space
    for pens.. nare..
    moving
    legs..
    sitting still
    dead breathes..
    better alive..
    SpRinG
    clasS
    breaks desks
    oh.. aLive aGain..
    free breathes..:)

    Moment Room..
    point awareness..
    emotions..
    senses..
    sensuality..
    imagination…
    logic..
    least
    these
    when former
    tenant feelings
    move out oF
    room now..
    logic.. oh..
    we.. elevate you
    through life
    leaving
    living
    so
    far
    iN culTure
    dreams off.. dead..
    Enjoy now..
    pain..
    suffering..
    empty
    other
    rooms
    gone
    by..
    please
    come again..:)

    Sacred rooms sanctify
    essence true as holy
    symbols rise
    symbols
    aLL oF
    purpose..
    meaning..
    prayer oF
    real
    to
    hold..:)

    Hotel room
    oF senses love..
    towels wrapped warm
    with water.. washing
    love away.. kisses flee
    Love
    goes away
    only senses
    real from
    beginning
    Lore
    oF Love..:)

    Old Indian rooms new..
    teepee medicine now..
    men and women
    caring heARts
    oF Great SpiRit
    free.. never
    leaving
    SoUL
    ever
    separating
    from God alWays
    here before and
    now again.. free..
    fearless iN
    God’s
    eYes
    aLiVe..
    alWaysN0W..:)

    *
    Empty heARted rooms
    oF Love.. die waiting
    for feelings to Live
    again.. cold
    soUled orb
    oF moon
    lit niGht
    SpiRit
    waits
    to SinG
    Ray liGht..:)

    side note.. a total
    of three unwelcoming
    asterisks folks.. two
    of which do two
    poems in this
    prompt now..
    never the
    less.. inspiration
    is what iT iS.. dArk
    or liGht.. It SinGS SonG WeLL..
    side note ends.. aliVe and briGht..:)

    School ways
    School daze..
    kNowledge dazzles
    liGht reins bRains
    so BriGht.. iN
    hopes
    to reign
    iNLiFe
    after
    school
    room fades..
    next.. challenge.. liFe..:)

    Animal rooms.. briGhtly
    polished with suits
    and ties..
    position
    status..
    whatever
    bRinGs..
    missionaries
    over and
    under
    bridges
    of humans..
    now.. gowns..
    and dresses..
    up and down..
    iN social ladder dreams..:)

    Rooms away from
    Nature all walls
    all ceilings
    all wanting
    oF colors
    Life..:)

    RooM oF Life
    aLL liFe
    moVinG
    touChes
    eYes To
    sTones oF
    diamoNd
    sAnds n0w
    bRusHinG
    wAves Of
    OceAn’s
    breaTh
    To
    STar
    duSt..
    LifE..
    oNce aGaiN..:)

    Shot gun home
    oF river front
    razed.. gone
    by iN
    modern
    days oF
    culture
    way.. gas
    stove..
    lard
    fried..
    chicken
    hot.. grand
    ma’s supper
    wArms
    heARt
    oF
    memories..
    truth’s soUl’s
    spiRit BRinGs..
    liGht aGaiN..:)

    Ah.. yes.. internal
    rooms of sOul
    of heARt
    of Spirit
    of Life
    rings true..
    an inside
    job so liGht
    so Real to
    Bring Alive
    abRight
    alRight
    expands aGaiN..:)

    SMiLes yoUr story
    of six children to a room..
    and all the challenges of
    tight walls iN sibling
    rivalry matches
    my wife’s
    childhood
    down to
    the
    family
    demographics..
    but she had an
    addition to the
    bedroom then..
    a crazy mama’s
    boyfriend with
    knife pointed
    down
    to
    the bed..
    my wife
    is kinda
    hypersensitive
    too.. for good reason..
    as history like that
    doesn’t
    die
    an easy life..:)

    An old home with
    emotions beats
    a mansion hands
    down with
    rooms
    of empty
    souLs
    and pens
    of logic lone..:)

    *
    Ah.. kitchen
    tables.. once
    a place connecting
    conversations.. generations
    old and new in bonding ways..
    screens replace breathing
    social ways..
    digital
    tables
    kitchen
    rooms cOld..:)

    Room wiTh
    viewS.. imaGinaTion’s
    eYes.. no walls..
    ceilings..
    as far
    mInd’s
    colors
    paint WinD n0w
    ‘morrow’s liFe aRrears..:)

    Walls never
    matter
    unTilled
    built..
    teaRing down
    harder
    yeT
    possible sTill
    death
    wE
    pARt..:)

    Ha! the curled up sleeping
    muse iS what i love to
    be too.. just waitiN’
    ’till morn’ briGht
    rooMs.. wiTh
    new muse
    SinGinG
    SonG
    oF
    never ending story
    before.. n0w.. aGaiN..:)

    My Father’s den..
    decades of easy
    chair then.. channel
    6 news.. Baseball..
    Nascar.. only #6
    car Mark Martin
    and Atlanta
    Braves too..
    newest knives..
    oldest guns and
    car magazines
    fill easy
    chair
    at side..
    hmm.. i fly
    now online with
    greaTest oF ease..
    and once gain dance
    a flesh dance of
    life my
    father
    never
    ever
    felt..
    iN media
    Den oF sTills..:)

    Trees.. so tall and broad
    sHade homes
    from liGht
    oF God
    aLL encompassing..
    never held by words..
    when bArk
    bEcomes
    woRds..
    God’s
    breath
    dies.. in
    piNe needLed
    sticKy
    chains
    oF
    yEars
    gOne
    bY..:)

    Clinical
    death knows
    no feelings
    of history’s
    Love..
    so hard
    to live
    so hard
    to die..
    iN clutches
    oF hospital cOld Rooms..:)

    Imperial
    Palace..
    rooms curve
    Art to squares
    and other
    geometric
    angles gaLore..
    hmm.. i’ll take
    four wAlls and a
    ceiling oFF.. oN to NatUre
    backyard that flows..
    wheRe aLL wiNds
    bLow
    wiTh
    seeD of LiFe..:)

    Ah.. detALes
    oF starliT rooms..
    liGht air niGht briGht
    a shine oN we who
    Art the
    niGht
    colorRed
    iN heARt aLiVe..:)

    Push button candles
    Push button priests..
    Push button
    phones
    and
    push
    button
    people..
    hmm.. sand
    iS mY church
    wheRe now
    spiRit oF
    Sun..
    moves
    my
    feet
    feat
    connecting
    sand to me..:)

    With a child away
    hundreds of miles
    in a specialist
    hospital room
    for children
    with anomalies
    of darkest nature’s
    ways oF
    challenge
    being human..
    so hard
    to be
    away..
    so hard to leave
    empty armed..:)

    Knives of pain..
    grow cold
    iN parental
    arms of bedrooms
    dArk iM lonely break
    no story told t
    connects
    again..
    heARt
    dead
    SpiRit
    dust
    Child’s
    SonG hoPe..:)

    So little time with
    Love.. so much
    time
    with
    out..
    Love now..:)

    Pets we humans
    are.. enjoying
    a sunroom
    view
    better
    than cave life..:)

    Ah.. rooms.. oh rooms..
    filLed with momentous
    purpose and meaning..
    symbols they
    BRing
    imaGine
    dreams
    real..:)

    Ah.. a cabin on the lake
    my father and his
    third wife’s
    first home
    with fish
    fries and
    boats with
    poles that catch..
    so far from city..
    so far to
    peace..
    lives now
    iN my back
    yard foRest room too..:)

    WeLL.. 33 links down with
    a few side notes too..
    finished in the second
    very rare North
    Florida Tornadic
    Thunderstorm
    destructive
    force..
    early
    iN
    the
    week..
    two
    weeks
    in a row..
    lights out..
    online down..
    no destruction
    aT my home.. but
    photos iN blog post
    of metro-wide damage..
    to come.. news at 10..
    and sTiLL.. Thursday.. of
    last week.. Monday of yesterday
    and Tuesday.. sTill prompts to come..
    for a hundred.. or so.. more.. links.. but hehe..
    whose
    countin’
    now..
    seriously.. though..
    very rare storms
    iN North Florida
    any now of the year..
    last time this happened
    where Tornadoes.. F2 to
    F3.. stayed on ground
    iN destructive
    ways for
    miles..
    was back
    aT the end
    of March
    iN ’62..
    sadly over
    ten deaths then..
    Nature out oF
    balance WiLL bArk back..
    she isn’t happy.. angry.. out
    of balance from human smoke filLed rooms..:)

    12:24 am..
    2242016..
    and now
    for
    sleep..;)

  14. A quick dance break here..
    coming back at 8:45 am..
    2242016..
    And no.. i am not
    the only
    person
    in the world
    to use dance
    as increasing
    my mindful awareness
    iN healing force.. thouSands
    of years dance has been/iS the
    original medicine of human healing
    force.. and sadly in the last century
    and more in Victorian
    ways of chaining
    human
    Nature
    we
    become more
    like Zombie as NOT well
    in electronic gadgets
    above the neck
    than even
    frigging
    human
    being..
    anyway.. i ain’t
    the only one with this
    point of view.. and since
    i am not lettered in school
    with dance here are some
    moving additional references
    to support this Truth and LiGht..
    that i for one come across all
    innately instinctually intuitively
    back reborn enlightened
    and awakened
    as dance
    creature
    oF God.. once
    more in CREATIVITY
    SonG that God SinGs
    with uS as Free bEinGs oF LiGht..
    Yeah.. i live iN Milton.. FL.. just means
    i have to go the original God route
    of life mostly
    lone.. and sadly
    not dance-in-dance
    the original human
    hand-in-hand
    but i dance
    with GoD
    allone..
    there is zero doubt
    God exists when one
    dances with GOD ALLONE..
    the failing of the modern
    church.. kneeling.. sitting..
    standing.. bowing
    but never
    dancing FREE
    ONCE AGAIN
    FREE
    WITH
    GOD.. ALIVE but yes
    there are exceptions..
    particularly in other religions
    and more lively ones like Sufi Dervish
    spinning and African American Praise
    dance enclosed in
    so-called
    Christianity
    and Islam..
    but sadly in both.. both
    historically and presently
    music is seen as evil.. when
    it is GOD’s
    first language
    of sound and movement
    out oF dArk to liGht to
    dance and
    SonG..
    and sure
    now we have poETry
    too.. but God SinGS
    and danCes
    first..
    out of dARk
    through liGht..
    before humans
    geT inTo the action of live..
    and dance now more FULLY ALIVE
    free without instructions or guidelines
    just move with the waves of the
    ocean
    oF
    uS..:)!

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance_therapy

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nataraja

  15. Reference some of the photos
    coming in this next blog post now…
    This is one of those Facebook.. auto creations..
    choosing random photos out of my iPhone stream..
    and while i usually am the one to control what goes here..
    i said okay.. as it ain’t every year that we have F2 to F3
    tornadoes that stay on the ground.. or an Autistic Boy on
    the Ellen show is lauded for his dance healing while
    he works at Starbucks just for tips.. and likely
    loads ’em in.. hmm.. maybe i can get a job
    at Starbucks too for tips.. but nah..
    don’t need ’em.. i’ll keep dancing
    iN Starbucks totAlly free.. and hehe..
    as hard as it may be for some folks to believe..
    yes.. i am diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum just
    like this boy.. by three separate professionals..
    in case someone thinks it was a mistake.. i just adapted
    and survived.. as humans will do.. with great challenge..
    great effort.. and now awesome success.. as i WiLL
    not hold back on any truth and liGht.. but sure i
    will lose likes when i do.. but i’m only here
    to dance the truth and liGht.. regardless
    of how many toes must grow
    when stepped on
    as such.. or not..;)

  16. And now to Last Thursdays’ Open
    Link niGht from dVerse
    and the Sun is now
    peeking out through
    a bedroom
    window view..
    at 10:07 am..:)

    *
    No one owns
    Love
    but selFish..:)

    *
    Book oF LiFe
    fIlls
    no pAge woRd..:)

    Nature sings..
    Humans word..:)

    God alWays n0w
    dies
    now lives aGaiN..:)

    BreatHeS LiGhteNinG
    ShoCK waVes..
    LiFe floWs ZoNe N0W..:)

    Photo tiMe
    waVes
    oF SonG n0w..:)

    NoAge
    iN
    LiFe n0w..:)

    Male Nympths
    hidden
    butt Real..;)

    Love cures aLL..
    Yellow Boy proves too..
    8 yrs.. Feline.. Leukemia..:)

    All sober
    every Thursday night
    just come and dance..;)

    ps.. using this as a fill
    iN response to
    last Thursday
    at dVerse
    too..
    S.. ’em.. for Shawna2..;)

    Tornado warning here2..
    F2 to F3 damage..
    i’m okay.. you’re okay3..;)

    And this one.. S..WiLL
    do for missing
    out on you..
    last Tuesday
    prompt2..;)

    ash
    FiNe..:)

    JuSt
    4thRee..:)

    back oN
    scheduLed
    tRack now..;)

    Free dance
    soUl
    alWays open..:)

    caNvas
    DeMentia
    Art Loss…

    Note
    SinGs
    Symphony..:)

    Nature’s rooms
    move too..
    Follows change..:)

    SurF
    positive..
    WaveSonGs..:)

    GeMiNi
    diVides
    wHole..:)

    BotTom
    toP liNe
    FreE alWays..:)

    Status
    never
    Loves..:)

    FriEnds
    alWays
    Free..:)

    SunShine
    heArts
    liVe iN touch..:)

    SMiLes.. no
    longer afraid
    oF sNakes..:)

    No LeSson
    iN arT
    foR mE..;)

    Free GarDens
    SpRinG poeTry
    bEinG beaUty..:)

    FeeLinGs
    and senses
    not alWays
    a match
    in some
    hands
    and heARts..:)

    LifE
    compLetes
    wITh LiFe..:)

    GrandMa’s
    feeLinG fOOd
    oF LoVe..:)

    StarS
    kiSS
    StarS..:)

    UnderbRidge
    SonGs fRee..
    HUman WiLd..:)

    Y
    B
    Real..:)

    ..;)..

    SMiLeS..
    Oh by the way..
    i’m literally diagnosed
    with Autism.. and i apologize
    if what
    i say
    does
    not make sense..
    but iT iS what iT iS
    and i WiLL
    be what
    i’LL
    BE..
    @least for now..
    People have made
    fun of me my entire
    life but it ain’t
    even
    slowed
    me down
    baby
    @ALL..
    so keep laughing
    at me please..:)

    SMiLes.. Thanks for clarifying..
    i do love it when people laugh
    with me too.. My Friend.. Thanks
    for being Real..:)

    Turn IT
    oFF
    TUne iN..:)

    Side note begins..
    And that’s what
    i’ve had to do
    all my
    life..
    guess what..
    iT works
    side note
    ends.. ah..
    so.. misunderstood
    ah.. life is GOOD..;)

    Hero
    sMiLes
    aT Brother..:)

    Colors More..
    than
    Colored Life..:)

    Human Games..
    Social Drink
    oF LiFe..:)

    FloWer Of LovE
    WiLts noT
    iN pInk oF LiFe..:)

    FRee WriTinG
    onLinE..
    ExpediTion LonG..:)

    Ah.. all dOne..
    with 35 lINks
    and more..
    diVinG
    into
    my own
    style
    oF Haiku
    that can
    just be
    called
    Fredku..
    hehe.. or
    nothing F iN
    at all.. just
    for fun i ride..
    to all hours
    of niGht
    and day..
    with a note up
    there about my longer
    than Fredku sarcastic
    response.. people
    Love to judge
    books by
    covers..
    and liFe
    by Books..
    until
    they
    get
    iN.. the clinical
    psych world ain’t
    got nuThing
    on
    me..
    but i’ll
    weld a diagnosis
    when necessary..
    as everyone
    these
    days
    iS focused
    on labels
    over
    essence
    anyWay..
    iT
    seems..:)

    Anyway more..
    12:58 pm.. now
    for lunch and
    sand dance
    with sun
    after
    weekly
    tornadic
    storms…
    back later
    and back up
    to the comments
    section all saved
    for Monday dVerse
    Quadrille’s that
    will bE free verse
    for me..
    and hehe..
    Alice
    iN
    Wonderland
    with a Jabberwocky
    me.. but nah..
    i ain’t afraid
    to admit
    when i am
    correct
    or incorrect
    too.. and i
    am no
    more
    than
    a
    gRain of sand..
    somenows tHeir
    are more
    than
    one..:)

  17. A visit.. to
    Shawna’s place..
    back online
    fully
    creating
    once again..

    http://emthulian.blogspot.com

    Yes/No..
    pick up
    the soap
    opera’s iN church..
    mY Grandfather.. the
    ex-Catholic spicy
    cajun girl lover
    wrote about
    it iN great
    detail
    before
    he strayed..
    some folks.. just
    are not meant to be
    either celibate or monogamous..
    fool the church but Mother
    Nature
    alWays
    gets the
    last word
    iN or
    ouT..
    as iT
    were and iS..
    there are no
    exclusions as
    far as i know or
    feel but cognitively
    determining an ethical
    code for one’s boundaries
    with openness and no secrets..
    but sure..
    imaginaTioN
    alWays rules
    some
    for free2..:)

    HA!..
    SpiRit glUe!..:)

    WInks..
    i’m currently
    in short
    words
    mode..
    and alWays
    iN Shorts..
    weLL.. almost..
    aLways..:)

    ash
    FiNe..:)

    JuSt
    4three..:)

    i lied
    i had to
    sMiLE before
    i left.. reference
    last comment
    somewheRe
    else..:)

    ..:).. #dancingsober

    HeLL yes..
    whip
    iT good..:)

    Yep..
    water the
    garden with
    crimsoN
    tippeed
    hoses..:)

    Ugh oh..
    i just remembered
    that last comment
    on that other post
    was long..
    short back..:)

    oH yes.. me too!
    Love making up
    words first..
    and then
    Googling
    them to
    see if i am the
    first and they
    meaN A
    nything To
    someone
    else2..:)

    Okay.. it’s
    been fun.. i’ve
    consumed
    the rest
    of you
    for
    now..
    see ya later..
    Shawna.. Baby..
    just two more
    prompts at
    dVerse and
    i’m all
    caught
    up
    with
    mY
    RRB
    and I..
    Restrictive
    Repetitive
    Behaviors
    AND
    Interests..:)

  18. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/24/synchronous-statements-of-bald-intent/#comment-18289

    Power oF
    change iN
    Absence of Fear..
    no limits.. no expectations..
    Possibilities alWays now.. Fear
    stilts iT
    aLL..
    Fearless
    Does iT aLL..
    Fear.. knows
    iT aLL.. N0W..
    except for fallinG
    and Loud noises..
    the only
    two
    instinctual
    human fears..:)

    Thanks.. my friend.. yes.. i too..
    definitely believe the all natural.. now
    innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive power oF
    miNd and boDy balance and how it relates now
    to the natural flow of the UniVerse that iS fractal
    aS uS.. when we move in flow of zOne.. and any
    pain i start to experience.. all it takes now
    iS seconds of this free flowing motion of
    body and mind balance and the pain
    dissolves into nothing less now
    than all natural sugar of being.. almost
    immediate Nirvana.. the goal of the sages
    of the ages.. iN simple floWinG motion.. devoid
    of aLL fear and worries that are illusory in life..
    but yeah.. still do not like heights.. as i always feel
    like i am floating on earth.. anyWay now.. when i move
    all naturAlly like a butterfly on terrestrial plane.. sad..
    that too many boys think they will be ‘queer’ or
    whatever if they move in grace.. ah..
    the ALL NATURAL penalty
    OF PRIsON… iN NOT
    BEiNG FREE
    ENOUGH
    TO BE
    a balanCinG
    hUman iN
    aLL
    wayS
    oF BEinG..
    and the additional insane idea
    that one waits until after death to find
    the Kingdom of Heaven all natural Nirvana and
    bliss on this terrestrial plane now.. aLL free to most animals
    except
    really
    ‘smart
    and logical’
    human beings..
    the irony would be
    delicious if there wasn’t
    so much pain and suffering
    associated with human ignorance..
    education and the work//home/church
    place
    now..:)

  19. Jesus..
    is it just me..
    or does my shirt
    and hair color change
    iN aLL most every photo..
    must be the liGhting iN heRe..;)

  20. Rafiah shares a
    Hadith of the Day
    that says..

    From the earth We created you,
    and into it We will return you,
    and from it We will
    extract you
    another time.
    (20:55)

    And i say…

    And before that iS Star duSt n0w
    and before and after and end and
    beginning aGaiN alWays God.. And
    we never beginning or ending story
    beyond comprehension of most
    humans as they have simply
    forgot and if they remember
    they are named a prophet
    by we among infinite
    other metaphors
    across the Universe
    and beyond.. tongues
    oF hUman too.. We
    iS NOWALL..way..ALLNOW..
    And i say as side note here..
    now when all humans become
    messengers and prophets of
    God.. there will no longer
    be any last or first
    prophets or
    only
    sons
    of God..
    Separate we
    fAll.. togetHeR wE riSe..
    as SpRinG LOVE.. first or last
    or only..
    iS ALL
    illusion
    iN God’s
    Language
    oF ALL and FREE..
    i like ‘that’.. n0w..
    And as i mention
    before.. i designate
    Thursday as Sacred
    R and R day for me..
    that encompasses lots
    of flesh activities out
    of imaginary
    E-Land away
    from all
    natural
    flesh and
    blood Nature
    stuff of human
    being.. for any
    literalists out there…
    i do realize what i am
    doing here is all natural
    too at essence but hope
    more fully ya get my drift..
    wInks..
    but only
    if ya care too..
    of course.. as
    i hold no
    first and
    last oF
    anything
    iN liFe.. wE
    are aLL groWing
    whether we notice
    or not.. either iN positive
    liGht or negative dARk
    as our continuing journey
    and paths takes us now..
    anyway.. i am
    currently in
    Ferarri mode
    for poeTry after
    completing three
    prompts in two days..
    and i could go for four
    to catch up fully now..
    but sure.. close to a hundred
    poetic responses in this one
    blog post is enough before
    it goes over the Facebook
    limit of 10K or so words
    to fully share
    theRe in
    a status
    just
    for fun..
    so what i will end with
    as usual on Holy
    Thursday R and R
    Day for me is..
    yes.. of course..
    more fun Dance
    photos coming
    in this new
    post..
    around the
    wee hour
    of 3 am
    on Friday morning
    after my 99th Dance
    week Celebration on
    Thursday Night ends
    with all the cool college
    age folks at Good Old
    Seville Quarter..
    so this
    next post..
    ‘Tornado PoeTry and mE’..
    coming soon among
    other stuff
    too..
    including Tuesday’s
    Mocking Bird prompt
    from dVerse too
    as the
    comments
    section keeps
    groWinG in
    this next
    post
    too..
    yeah.. sure..
    like a human
    Tornado oF PoeTry mE..;)

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