Lazarus and a Beer

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Lazarus and a Beer..
A story of two men..
AT the bottom of the pit
of hell in 40 sleepless days..
during the Lent period of 2008..
i would have paid a million dollars
or infinity more if a drop of
beer could have given
me an ounce of
comfort to
quench the
death of my soUL
in hell.. but at that point
there was no remedy for
the fire burning numb inside
me then.. so yesterday we are
coming out of Barnes and Nobles..
and a large Black man is walking toward me
and says sir can i speak to you.. i am not
homeless.. i have a job.. but i am out of
money and if i could only have one
wish now before i go back
to the evil that is my
wife it would be
a beer.. can you spare
me a couple of dollars for a beer..
and i said.. wow..!.. OMG.. what honesty you have..
if i had a dollar on me i would give it to you..
but i do not carry money.. and i said bless
you for your honesty my friend..
honesty is always the
best option.. i
exclaimed..
as i walked away..
and so i asked the money
keeper.. my wife.. when i
got to my car.. where she was
waiting for me there.. if we could
spare the honest man who wanted
a beer a few dollars.. and she says
yes.. and we are wanting to go
see and document the
destruction of
the Tornado last
week as the sunset is coming
soon.. but instead we go search for
the black man and i decide to give
him a $5 bill.. to get two beers
if he likes.. and he has already
traveled several city blocks
on foot.. and we see him
on the side of the
road and
we stop by
and give him the 5 dollar
bill and i tell him.. when i was in
hell i would have paid a million
dollars for that beer
if i could have
gained
any relief
from the fire
then.. ANYway..
the thing is.. regardless
of what he would do with
the 5 dollar bill.. some folks..
who had money.. had a kind gesture
for him that day.. and what
i kNow/FEEL for sure..
iS no act of kindness
no matter what it is
is too
small
to save
the world..
it could even
be a beer to a man
who wanted a little
comfort from the angst of life..
and ha! if you go to a psychiatrist..
it is no less addictive to get a pill
of Ativan.. and actually MORE ADDICTIVE
TO GET A PILL OF ATIVAN.. and one would
buy their friend a beer in a bar.. why not
a stranger on the street
who is just
another
human
brother
or sister..
ALIVE
WHO JUST
WANTS RELIEF
FROM AN INSANE WORLD..
and to be clear i do not drink or
smoke or even do caffeine but
i totally understand
why people
do.. and i dam
sure ain’t the one
that is gonna point
out the board that
i’ve experienced in my
sleepless eyes as REAL
back
then..
Life is a real bitch
in hell.. folks
in heaven
should
care about
that and do whatever
they can to help..
whether the
prudes and
propers or
prescription pill pushers
say it is correct or not..
after all Jesus changed
the water into
wine..
huh..
and only fools
would think it is
FUCKING GRAPE JUICE..
SURE.. there was angst then too..
i would have taught the black
man or at least showed
him how to
dance..
to relieve his angst..
but he probably already
saw me do it somewhere
in town.. and knew and felt
that he could be honest
with this man who is
honest
enough
to dance free
and wild again..
perhaps it was his
‘roots’ that could see
THAT TRUTH AND LIGHT..
or HA! MAYBE i’m like Lucifer
in that new Fox TV SHOW AND
FOLKS TELL ME THEIR HONEST
DESIRES
WITH
NO LIES..
WHEN i peer into
tHeir soul wITh
sHades
oF eYEs..;)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/02/tornado-poetry-and-me-free-verse-nude.html

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You are welcome.. my friend Zee..
Thanks for your kind and appreciative words
for what my spirit shared with you iN response to
your iNspiRaTioNal words.. And yes iT iS true that
my success iS the smile won from the bullies
of liFe and true too.. No matter what happens
to me iN flesh that smile wiLL live oN
as Cheshire Cat iN eYes oF
others iT has touched iN
Dance oF liFe and sheLL oF Nautilus
i leave behind.. my friend.. aS aLL We trUly
take wiTh uS iS Love wE give forevernow.. n0w
My friend.. Zee.. Sleep peacefully.. i do and WiLL..
Fully feeLinG i LiVed and LoVed.. LiVe and LoVe..:)

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Losing Love in Life i’ve experienced..
sad and depressing in human connection..
empty hole of comfort needing
re-connection.. no where
to find it.. whether
break up
or separation
in death.. but even
greater is losing the connection
with God as when i did and could
feel nothing of God in Nature anywhere..
i just wanted to go to the beach and hug
GOD and bring GOD back.. in fact i fell to
the ground in my back yard
and literally hugged
the grass and
the Love
of God was
no longer there
for me to feel at aLL..
my heart and blood pressure
was no longer working correctly..
ill close to death i was then..
so i just wanted to run
and run and run
until i exploded
with blood
to escape hell then..
but i was too tired to
run at all.. so i was
stuck here more…
and then i dreamed about
someway to swim off into
the ocean waves.. perhaps
at the bottom of the ocean was
God again with me.. perhaps i could
come back alive again.. but i was too
afraid as even the edge of the Gulf water
iN Summer chilled my weak body then..
and the pain from the disorder
i had was so bad then too..
looking for a tree with
a chain in a bicycle
basket where
the birds
could feast
their fill on what
was left of me.. as at
least my life would serve
some purpose then.. but the
thing is.. somehow.. i never gave up..
there was this WiLL gifted to be that was
even above aLL Faith.. Hope.. and Belief
that was extinguished out of my liFe then..
they call it the reptile brain.. same one gifted
to Dinosaurs too.. it will survive at all costs..
when all else
is gone
from life..
So sure..
the Lizard brain
saved me.. the literal
human reptile brain gifted
by God.. so whenever i see
a Chameleon change colors
i know and
feel iT iS
possible
for a human
to go
from
black hole to SUN..
once again.. Friend Zee..
thanks for yoUr inspirational
words that sparK the SpiRiT
oF mY heARt and SoUL SinGinG
a SonG of God once more.. n0w..:)!

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Facebook Friend Rafiah
shares a Muslim Hadith..
regarding Adam of the
Old Testament and the
Quran and associated
forgiveness of sins..
where God is
all merciful..

and i say..

Interestingly.. the name
Adam means dirt.. then..
iT comes from humble
origin.. and those
who continue
to see.. FEEL
humility n0w
as no more
than grain
oF
sand..
flourish now
iN Tree of LiFe
that iS of course
fed by dirt no less
than weNow Mountains
oF Love who stand upoN
gRains oF human Dirt now
iN FloWeRinG LOVE ALLONe..:)

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Jesus has come back so many
F iN times and has failed
miserably to change
the world..
problem was
someone else
held the Microphone
of his voice.. that’s no
longer the case.. as
the megaphone’s
been released
by the
nerds of
yesterday
changing into
an ocean wave
of Jesus ONLINE..
The truth and LiGhT
WiLL ONLY SET ONE
FREE iF HEArD iN ORIGINAL
ALL NATURAL FORM.. from mouth
to breast in suckling form ALLiNNATE..
And the coolest thing of
all is swords
are no longer
necessary
as we
have
mega
sWORDs..
of electronic JOY
unleashed and released
as the Quantum Human mind
and body iN balance.. becomes
the real deal as both hemispheres
reach the 11 balance lined as H WHOLE…
iN both mind and earthly global way of Free..
A really tall.. thin.. spindly boy played the
song ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ in a
middle school talent show..
13.. or so he was then
in ivory and keyboard
way.. problem was
he was shaken
to the core
iN
the inspiRaTioNal spiRit
of the music over words
and couldn’t walk straight then..
meeting an eruption of laughter
from school mates.. i just want
to.. i just want to know and
feel what it all means
then.. but none of
those Christian
School mates
are at all
like
the
man in the song..
movie.. or book.. too..
nor their parents.. nor their
churches.. why is it that
poor me.. my mother and
sister are so much
more like he..
ah.. humility..
the secret..
live on a river
WITH NATURE..
in an old shot-gun
home.. bare necessities..
Live with Love over material
stuFF.. Learn Love is the
way over all else in life..
the Truth and LiGht
hasn’t changed..
the only
thing i
was missing
then.. was the
fearless to play
AND SinG the
SonG again..
in Mocking
Jay way.. away from
a town Milton.. named
once as hell for dark reaSon sTill..
most churches per square mile in the
record books for locality then.. but the
farthest away from
Jesus.. than
perhaps
anywhere
in the Universe
then/now.. they have
one wish and one wish only
and that was/is to bring Jesus
back again.. be careful what
ya wish
for..
as self-
fulfilling
prophecies
can happen again..
Jerusalem in the west
iS RA EL as the US of A
and history repeats itself
again.. around the same
latitude of earth too..
only thing is this
Jesus is too
F in SmArt
to get crucified
again..
he’ll
come with
dance instead
and just keep ’em
guessing eternity
iN hell or heaven
either dancing
liFe or
sitting
still
in the
dark place sTill.. now..
Being Jesus iS a challenge
iN Mocking Jay Way..
but OMG..
it’s the
greaTEst
art of liFe
i know and feel now..
and that’s what they tale
uS iN Catholic Church all
the time.. be Jesus or
ya can’t be
good enough
to get that bread and wine..
Problem is.. ya have to see/FEEL
ALL OF JESUS FIRST..
BOTH
MYTH
AND MAN
OF US FREE WiTH LOVE..
as aLL iT iS.. iS Love and Fearless that counts..
so i probably won’t change the world.. NO..
but maybe i’ll inspire
someone else
to be Jesus
WHO WILL..
or at least
try to my dying
last day.. for the
greATest hobby i feel and know now..
iN MOCKING J WAY.. i’ll dance
Love and Fearless
’till
the last
foot drops..
OMG.. what will i
do after that.. sure..
there’s alWays poeTry
and a better book..
than old good
way..:)

Ha..!.. SMiLes.. rest iN peace alive.. my friend..
gigoid.. with Love.. and the answer to ‘the test’
can be easily answered
by my wife..
turn the
liGht off Fred..
you are F iN..
Blinding me.. and true
story.. when i sang in the church
choir and actually played the piano
through the decade of the 80’s at Catholic
Church.. after i finished singing.. one
of the peer female singers
said turn off
your face
with her hands
over her eyes.. it is too
briGht she said.. and i had no idea
what she was talking about..
but she was serious..
and when one of my
girlfriends in the
middle 80’s took the
first video i ever saw of
myself with focused
eyes.. on her..
it unnerved me..
as i finally figured out
why that girl i went to the prom
with.. when i was 21 was talking
about when she said..
your eyes
are scaring
me.. and several
other girls said i
pierced their soul
with my eyes.. i was just
interested! then.. in aLL
cases… but i suppose
i’m all tuned up as it were
and as i rose again..
after the liGht
went out
of my eYes..
totally.. for 66 months..
in hell.. hmm.. oh.. the metaphors
of life.. to be a briGhtest Angel
in one life and
dArkest
one too..
in the same
life.. dying
twice or more..
and
living
again..
and again..
hmm.. yeah..
Nature makes
an interesting brew..
and i suppose it’s just
the archetype of Dr.
Jekyll and Mr. Hyde..
where he finally gets
to understand both faces..
and adjust accordingly for balance..
but anyway.. the strangest thing happened
during those years of writing in the darkness..
my words
in both writing
and voice acquired
my eYes until gradually
i no longer expressed the
laser option iN eYes before..
to overwhelm folks again.. with LiGhT..
the light just migrated out of my eyes to
another
place(s)..
of expression..
and a few folks
can receive it without
getting totally blinded
by whatever this is now..
often it surprises me.. not
unlike the 80’s.. after i finish..
with the
briGht
eYes
oF words..
that are left
now of whatever
i am for now free..:)

Typical thousand..
mile/infinity stare..;)

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Katrina..Thrilled to be doing SpRinG cleaning
even the crossed windows
are a
joy
to clean..
hmm.. i ain’t
the one with a
body of a dancer..
or the face of a 21 year old
same as 25 years ago.. but
Katrina yes.. with zero make-up too..
and she never works-out past cleaning
home and shopping.. and eats
junk food everyday..
but never the less..
now never another
ounce or another
day on the
forever youth
of Angel now
Katrina.. always now
as was before.. again.. now..
and now the Sun comes out again.. forecast for this
week NO TORNADOES.. a storm is over with for now..:)

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And now’s she’s trimming trees..
look at those forearm muscles..
All Pacific Islander and Native
American..
wild breed human..
i have to work-out like
a frigging Olympic athlete
to have any muscle def..
at all.. hmm..
yeah.. it’s all
about native
genetics too..
it was a long way to walk
across the Bering Strait to get
to North America.. and
Lord knows what they
had to do
to arrive
at the Pacific Islands..
yeah.. the strong survive..
and go far.. and keep going…
Being cautious and sitting
in one space..
might be safer..
but it is the spices of
life that travel farthest..
and keep
going and going
without restraint…
one more
step for
Wild and
Free with God now..
perhaps i should just
be working
in the yard
and shut
the H up..
instead
oF
sitting
in this
dark
bedroom still.. hehe..wink emoticon..
Anyway.. the least i can do is
go out and inspect the job..;)

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Okay.. she passed inspection and perhaps
it is time for a song now..
dedicated to friends
who do all
the work
as well as being
guardians of Angels..
or angels of Guardians..
same thing i guess..
even Lucifer has
one on his
new
show..;)

You know how they say all those
Hollywood Stars made a deal
with the devil for fame..
well.. i made one
with God to help
save the
World..
perhaps you think
i am kidding..
hmm.. WeLL..
Sting said in a song
one n0w.. ‘Mephistopheles is not your name..
But i know what you’re up to just the same…
i will listen hard to your tuition..
And you will see it
come to its fruition’..
it’s just a poem or
a SonG..
after.. all
is said
and done..eh..
or maybe it’s a magicK
incantation and speLL..
for a Moonchild or
something of
that Nature..
never ending story
as such.. WeLL.. wE WiLL see..
oh yeah.. pArt of the
rest of the SonG
PoeM..here..
‘Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you’ll never find me..
i will turn your face to alabaster..
Then you’ll find your
servant is
your master’..
nah.. i don’t
wanna
hurt anyone
or be anyone’s
master.. hope no
one takes ‘iT’ like that..
out of frigging context..
and nah.. i’m not ready
to disappear yet.. offline..
but yeah.. i am
gonna take
a ‘little
vacation’..
and publish
now before leap
year is gone.. and
i promise i will not
be back on the 29th of
February for at least
3 more years.. wInks..
but meanwhile.. vacation
photos coming in the next
blog post after this really
short 2.76K or so post titled
“Lazarus and a Beer”..;)

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25 Responses to Lazarus and a Beer

  1. My favorite lines:

    wish now before i go back
    to the evil that is my
    wife it would be
    a beer

    Man, that poem story was pure honesty in its core.
    The way you wrote it and expressed it, I felt for this man deeply.

    Good writing poetry my friend. 🙂

    • Hello.. my friend.. Charliezero1.. thanks so much
      for dropping by and appreciate your
      kind words for Lazarus
      and a Beer..
      yes.. honesty
      is the best policy..
      iT doesn’t alWays
      make the best
      of friends.. but
      iN the long run iT
      makes what iS REAL..
      and speaking of what iS REAL
      just back from a long day at the
      Beach here named Navarre where
      magic iS
      aS Nature
      iS FREE.. alWays now..
      and the pattern of the
      shores of Gulf are the
      waves of my dance tracks
      as i shore the ocean free
      iN Gulf warm
      way..
      Hope you are doing
      well.. my friend.. and
      see ya.. on the dVerse
      trails when
      i get
      back to
      writing there..
      iN only response now
      of course.. as what i do
      here is way too much for
      the norm of online poeTry..
      sMiLes.. hehe.. as ya kNow..
      i’m sure..:)

      • Excellent my friend. You have done so much and you are a talented and gifted mind.

        Hope to see you too on dVerse. If its a free for all on Thursdays.

        P.S Got a brand new poem up. Feel free to read it when you have free time on your hands. 🙂

        • SMiLes again.. my friend Charliezero1.. actuAlly
          the final nail in the coffin of my linking
          relationship with dVerse
          iS.. after they deleted
          my final poetry
          that followed all
          the rules except for
          the one where they
          didn’t understand
          the meaning of my poem..
          and the final nail was when
          in the next Thursday open link
          prompt.. where they listed a long
          list of suggested limitations to
          participate.. at that
          point i had already
          become too important
          to LIMIT.. to participate..
          as they were only shooting
          themselves in the foot
          by making it harder
          for the other
          folks
          to participate..
          i don’t play games
          my friend.. i play art
          NOW for the sake of
          ART and being human..
          NOW.. i’ve been around
          the block too many times
          working with literally over
          100K folks in the general
          public and military environment
          for frigging decades and even more
          online.. overaLL.. iN the last 5 years or so..
          not to figure out the games people
          play to control
          other folks
          who do not
          meet their
          perceived
          norms in life..
          i revel in free.. end
          and beginning of story
          of me now free.. Thank God
          for freedom of speech in areas
          like Word Press and Blogger Blogs
          where one can be totAlly free
          from head to toe..
          to heARt to Spirit
          to balanced
          miNd and boDy
          soUl.. but with aLL
          that said.. be by your
          place in a few.. as i alWays
          appreciate your opened ended
          view of
          life..
          my friend..
          charliezero1..
          and the greatest thing about
          online is.. there is NO hear say as
          every dam single word
          is documented
          and linkable
          and even
          likable
          or not..
          as such..;)

  2. Siberian Tiger Beach..
    Note.. no visible humans
    left.. hehe..wink emoticon

    Yes.. i left
    one human
    to toy with
    and amuse
    myself.. haha..
    reference last
    Facebook Status..
    full Siberian Beach
    Tiger
    note..;)

    Hmm.. yeah.. just
    marking the territory
    for Spring Break..
    as yes.. March
    is frisky season
    for us..
    Tigers..
    as such..;)

    And yes.. the tiger
    comes across some
    snowbirds on the beach..
    the elder kind.. hmm.. hehe..
    not too much older than me..
    just love iT when one of the oldER
    patriarchs.. strolling with their friends..
    ask me if i am okay.. since nah.. not
    everyone ballerina/martial arts it
    as a dance style they
    make up as they
    go.. IN THE DEEP
    WHITE SAND ON
    THE BEACH.. haha..
    AS yA.. might imagine..
    they get a fredissertation
    from me on all the benefits
    of dance.. including the benefits
    of leg strength with my trusty you
    tube video.. on the beach too.. of me
    leg pressing half a ton.. with arms
    raised in air.. kinda like when
    i dance on the beach too..
    then i tale ’em.. all about
    mind and body balance..
    and how it’s
    really kinda like
    TAI CHI.. but it is just
    free flowing balance that
    enhances emotional regulation..
    sensory integration.. and cognitive
    executive function.. in way of greater
    short term memory and FOCUS FOCUS..
    YEAH.. BABY.. FOCUS AND GET THE
    JOB AT HAND OR FOOT OR
    BRAINIAC WAY DONE..
    JUsT DO iT.. DoNE..
    and then they get to
    hear more about middle
    age human potential.. and
    i always bring up the Jesus
    as everyone around here
    can relate to the
    Jesus.. and
    i explain how heaven
    is now for human mind
    and body balancing soUl..
    with unrepressed SpiRit
    as emotional heARt more
    fully expressed.. and how Jesus
    said folks will come after him who do
    even more.. and i tale ’em if Jesus was
    here wRite now.. he would not put himself
    above one of these beach gRains of sand..
    and continue in humility of sharing.. giving
    all that human can be iN Love and Fearless
    way.. hmm.. and yeah.. i tale ’em all about
    coming back from real hell for 66 months..
    dancing close to 5,000 miles in
    30 months.. and writing
    11 million words since
    November of 2010.. plus
    writing two Novels of Free
    Verse Poetry.. ranging from
    40 to 60K words.
    in the last couple of
    months or so.. with more
    to come soon.. of course too..
    and i seriously doubt the next time
    they see a Siberian Tiger dancing
    on the beach they will ask any questions
    in fear of another Tigerdissertaion too.. haha..
    true story.. though.. yes.. true story.. from today..smile emoticon
    And.. my goodness.. dancing like that 8 miles or so on the beach
    iS an excellent workout in that deep sand with athletic
    shoes.. sinking to the center of the earth..
    iN balance of course..
    kinda like
    moonwalking
    too.. iN deep white
    sands that become
    clouds of heaven in
    balance now.. aS WeLL..
    and hmm.. behind on
    my milestones of
    responding in
    poetic way
    to all the lInks
    and prompts on
    dVerse all the
    way back to last
    Tuesday end of
    Mocking Bird prompt..
    but all i have is now to
    finish all milestones
    iN liFe.. and
    that’s enough
    for now.. as aLL
    iS now that counts
    for now.. paths that
    come.. paths that go..
    journey iS n0w
    and a
    heLLuVa
    reAlly
    great now..
    come what may
    FoR reALLy N0W..!.:)

  3. So.. what kind of animal
    leaves prints on the beach..
    that resemble lines of waves
    as they shore the beach.. what kind
    of animal.. flows like the MilkYway
    in Golden Spiral Phi.. that too..
    are lines of waves
    as they shore
    the beach..
    should iT be obvious..
    sure iT should be second
    Nature to flow as God.. now..
    as water and beach become
    one Force oF balance beach
    and human
    sAMe.. when
    one becomes
    water.. ocean..
    waves.. and
    shore line all iN oNe
    ForCe noW..
    the result iS
    simple..
    HEAVEN
    NOW ALL FREE.. iS…
    i could show ya how to
    juSt do iT.. but only you
    can do iT..
    as iT iS an
    inside.. outside..
    all around now..
    above so below..
    juSt Do iT JoB.. now
    wheRe Form oF God
    naturAlly reflects the
    essence of aLL that iS
    that iS God from
    top to bottom
    oF inFiniTy
    morenowoneforeverforonenowmore…:)

  4. http://gigoid.me/2016/03/01/seemingly-diffident-versions-in-puce-tones/#comment-18355

    i have to feel reAlly sorry for city sLickers..
    born inTo concrete jungles.. wiThout
    Love oF Mother Nature True LiGht..
    to hold onto as Lifetime
    Lover and Best Friend…
    i write to express the
    beach that iS mE..
    but i dance the
    beach as any lover
    would free.. or forest..
    or mountain.. stream..
    we are when floWinG
    iN Golden Phi Spiral now..
    inside.. outside.. above.. oh..
    so.. below.. and all around..
    iF onLY.. ‘they’ could feel/
    kNow iT.. ‘they’ would never
    now need again.. beyond
    most basic ways.. n0w..
    oF moving.. connecting
    and creating for subsistence
    to gRow.. GRow.. GROw..
    GroWinG human
    beinG..
    now.. aLways
    now.. wHere
    blisS stARts
    inside and spreads
    out to and wiTh InFinity..
    as the ancient snake
    or dragon.. swallows
    a tale whole.. aS tALL..
    head and shoulders
    aboVe.. beLow
    and
    aLL
    around..:)

  5. https://thefeatheredsleep.wordpress.com/2016/03/01/are-you-there-god-its-me-big-bird/

    SMiLes.. we are born as little
    boys and girls sAMe..
    mostly.. at least now..
    until the androgens
    say push or pull
    the pins
    this way or
    that way..
    ah.. spectrum
    of human gender
    and sexuality
    deliGhtful..
    and pure when
    free.. until after
    agriculture.. when storing
    and collecting grain starts
    to include reproductive parts
    as well.. for a rainy day as it were..
    in case supplies of that get low too..
    ah but free.. plenty to eat for most..
    and no longer are 72 Virgins a
    draw.. for selfish men after
    life.. when it’s just
    a link away
    if ya
    move to
    America
    to blow stuff up..
    i seriously think that is
    what happens to most
    potential suicide bombers
    when they get here.. they say
    why wait.. i can have it all now..
    anyway.. the cause of all
    human aggression..
    violence.. and wars
    can be
    broken
    down
    to owning..
    instead of sharing
    free and enjoying
    all the diversity
    that human
    brings
    to
    a
    plate of
    heaven now..
    i WiLL get my
    fill as a strange one too..
    ’cause i am free… and hell
    yes.. iT iS FucKinG contagious too..
    i wasn’t born to reproduce i was born for fun…
    and nah..
    i ain’t the
    only one..
    as that is how
    the real God of Nature
    works.. balance baby
    and sometimes creating
    more humans just
    ain’t part
    of the plan
    wheRe Mother
    Nature puts
    her tongue
    iN places
    that are fun..
    nah.. she ain’t a
    prude.. she’s aLL
    about a good time now.. baby..
    i believe in total honesty and
    oh my God the truth will
    set the rest of
    God free
    as US..
    and i always wanna
    say featheredelight..
    but yeah..
    that’s
    just the
    way my
    sensuality works..
    FREE floWinG
    Free deLight
    fuLL..
    my friend..
    thefeatheredsleep..
    i let my girl roar..
    she is much
    stronger
    than the
    male of me..
    in oh.. oh..
    yes.. so many ways..
    the joy of living FreeST.. my friend..:)

    Love to you as weLL..
    Feathered deLiGht..
    my friend..;)

    And once again..
    Your’s aS weLL.. my friend..
    imagiNation.. gift and power..
    truly being free oF cultural and
    religious boarders but embracing
    different same.. My strength iS aS
    much iN tolerance as free.. sMiLed..
    A continuing practice aLL as gRain oF
    sand and sky equal iN Sacred aLL.. Most
    important pArt.. Own free.. Giving.. Sharing..
    ever more sINgs SeaGuLL free iN poeTry Dance..
    WiTh heArt Of course As LOVE.. FearLESS..FReEd..:)

  6. Well.. the coolest thing about
    that Mocking Jay song..
    is there is a version
    for almost
    every
    day and
    now as well..
    so hmm.. getting
    close to midnight..
    11:44 pm
    3012016..
    long long day..
    so much
    beach fun
    and liGht
    heARted
    deTours
    as well.. but yes..
    now to finish off that
    Mocking Bird dVerse
    prompt.. a few other
    worldly duties coming
    tomorrow.. and come
    what may after that..
    perhaps a catch
    up on Thursday
    prompt on
    me narratives
    the Monday Haibun
    and whatever Tuesday
    is for today.. more on
    that later..
    but for
    now..
    another Mocking
    bird lane and paths..:)

    First Love’s hand embrace..
    felt becomes one..
    particularly when
    both are equally
    enthralled with
    touch of Love
    unique.. and
    living soUl new
    as two.. hmm.. i’m so
    glad the first is two on
    a one way street.. i can’t
    imagine how i would have felt
    if the lost love had come much
    earlier than the 10 months of
    early Love.. oh so long iN
    magic spRing of young
    Love first.. anyway..
    the magic
    iS real
    and never
    the same..
    yet.. so much
    more to experience
    than that alone with
    others too.. chocolate
    Love.. selections never ending..
    older now
    and newer now
    same as fresh..
    Garden’s Love
    never
    wilting..
    water iN
    SpRinG oF NoW..:)

    Ah.. Music microcosm of human
    heart at art of what emotion can do
    in sensuality.. raging inspiring fires..
    and softest nuance of holding
    hands love
    into elder
    ways of never
    ending deeper Love
    that senses or sensuality
    will ever kNow.. yet.. the
    fire is raging.. the drums are
    beating.. and yet again.. strangers
    meet.. and perhaps.. create
    the most beautiful
    child in the world..
    yeah.. my
    wife..
    sMiLes..
    never discount
    the power of lust
    and beauty one..
    night stands and
    magic hues now
    of human being..
    dArk and liGht..
    mysteries
    taste
    exciting heat
    warming ever never
    stop believing.. feeling..
    feeling.. just feeling.. so much more..:)

    SMiLes.. both of my granddad’s
    dead before 55.. yep.. another
    grand dad’s dad dead before
    55.. i am driving 55..
    still arriving alive..
    55.. is just a number
    now.. but kinda scary
    as a number’s
    game
    past.. now..
    i ain’t afraid
    of 55.. no more..
    in fact.. it is better
    than ever before…
    hmm.. look forward
    to liGht alWays now..
    the lesson of three
    grandfather’s..
    never
    behind
    dArk oF passing..:)

    Just coming back from the beautiful
    Emerald waters.. sugar white sand..
    swaying sea oats.. and sun
    spiraling seagulls.. now..
    only deficit of
    Florida pan
    handle..
    dunes
    erased
    by Hurricane
    winds of middle
    2000’s.. i must
    say there is a muse
    oF Beach for PoeTry
    unlike any other for me..
    and this.. just more fire
    for that fuel..
    from
    Bermuda..
    so thanks..
    and thanks
    again..
    a Mocking
    Bird might say..
    to a friend.. A
    sea
    gull
    too..:)

    Hook ups are Hook ups..
    but Love..
    iS just
    uP..
    sMiLes..:)

    Stalking creatures of the night..
    Stick of Stalker
    owNing Day..
    liGhtS
    BriGhter
    eYes Of Love..
    own.. alWays
    less than Love..
    Fear aLways
    father..
    mother..
    oF dArk..
    Free alwaYs
    rain.. liGht.. upon
    eYes.. n0w.. siNg Free..
    no sticks.. as Stalker’s dark..:)

    Memories.. yes.. Milestones
    to collect.. Milestone more..
    preSent
    now..:)

    By own hand now..
    oF nightbird death..
    By own hope
    oF aLL gOne
    now befoRe..
    ByE aLL n0w..
    moRe to
    Be
    hOld..:)

    12:42 am..
    3022016
    all caught
    up for the
    Mocking Bird now..:)

  7. http://gigoid.me/2016/03/02/zinc-patterns-are-drifting-south/

    i feel..! i am iS more than me..
    LesSon oF a lifenow for I..
    GeT out of yoUr head
    fred.. AlWays
    n0w! wITh
    SMiLes
    jUSt
    NoW
    i feel
    am..:)

    SMiLes.. my friend..
    delicate as strong..
    Love iS no fear
    as balance..:)

  8. Facebook Rafiah shares a photo
    of man from the website
    Humans of Bombay..
    who describes his
    great Love
    and actions
    in support and
    honor of his wife
    who passes away..

    and i say..

    Greatest of all spouses
    and friends teach
    tHeir Love to
    Love no
    less
    and
    alWays
    Live Love
    fulfilled with
    or without the
    one who plants
    the seed of Love..

    and guess who wrote
    this letter to his wife..

    “A. You will make sure:

    1. that my clothes and laundry are kept in good order;
    2. that I will receive my three meals regularly in my room;
    3. that my bedroom and study are kept neat, and especially that my desk is left for my use only.

    B. You will renounce all personal relations with me insofar as they are not completely necessary for social reasons. Specifically, You will forego:

    1. my sitting at home with you;
    2. my going out or travelling with you.

    C. You will obey the following points in your relations with me:

    1. you will not expect any intimacy from me, nor will you reproach me in any way;
    2. you will stop talking to me if I request it;
    3. you will leave my bedroom or study immediately without protest if I request it.

    D. You will undertake not to belittle me in front of our children, either through words or behavior.”

    Yes.. in someways
    Einstein was retarded..
    And yes.. in some ways..
    so was i until i became
    smArter..smile emoticon

    Perhaps the sad and amusing
    part of this same as far as stereotyping
    goes.. this is precisely the same character
    flaws that Sheldon Cooper holds off of the
    show the BiG Bang..
    sadly neither man
    had any feeling
    of how
    small
    and foolish
    there were/are..
    and goes to show..
    how far.. science can
    take human away from human..
    when the brain becomes more
    computer
    than living
    heArt
    oF
    God..smile emoticon

    And the saddest truth of aLL
    my friend is that religion
    can take the form
    of cold
    scientist
    away from God too..
    the true Atheist
    is one
    without
    empathy for
    all of humans
    and the rest of Nature too..:)

    http://www.openculture.com/2013/12/albert-einstein-imposes-on-his-first-wife-a-cruel-list-of-marital-demands.html

    And then i say..

    To be fair.. Einstein said this too..
    but words no matter how true they are..
    then or now.. can bE empty sHell iN beinG
    human
    without the
    feelings that move
    as Love with aLL others
    and Nature too.. alWays now..:)

    “A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

    http://heartquotes.com/Einstein.html

    Then.. Rafiah shares a Muslim hadith
    that states God shares God’s
    power with no one
    and needs
    nothing..

    And i say..

    And this is why there can be no
    Devil separate from God..
    as God shares no power
    with no other ONE
    but God and
    God lives
    in our
    eYes..
    so sure.. wise
    saying iT iS.. wiTh
    Truth and liGht
    iN thIS ONE
    for sure..smile emoticon

    Rafiah also Shares a Muslim prayer
    for Allah to grant a spouse to
    not only change a
    relationship
    status but
    to change
    one’s Life..

    i say..

    Only one who can truly change
    uS iS the ONE who lives
    withiN uS..
    but sure
    with a little
    and a lot’a help
    from friends who
    live with the ONE
    wiThin..
    ALLthatiS
    GOD..smile emoticon

    And finally.. wInks..
    at least for now..
    Rafiah shares
    a photo of a man
    in a large ornate
    expanse of what looks
    like a grand temple..
    from a website named
    humans in East..
    about missing
    meditative
    quality of
    the Muslim
    call to prayer
    five times a day..

    and finAlly for
    now.. i say..

    One day when i cannot
    dance during all waking
    hours i will turn
    to words..
    as a disabled
    person then..
    again..
    for prayer..:)

    Okay.. back one more time..
    ’cause i want you to kNow.. Einstein
    is still one of my favorite folks.. and truly
    it is possible he was on the Autism spectrum..
    like me too.. and if that is the
    case there could be
    totally rational
    and feeling
    reasons for
    most of what he
    told his wife.. for instance..
    i don’t wash clothes or wash
    dishes for good reason.. and
    even MORE FEELING.. as i have
    an invisible disability with over
    stimulating tactile sensitivity
    where i can only touch
    all natural God
    stuff away from
    man made stuff..
    including detergents..
    clothes out of a dryer..
    and i cannot even touch
    the couch or my pants
    without eXXtreme DIScomfort..
    sure that’s why head to toe
    dress in any form can be
    excruciatingly difficult for me..
    and if back in the old days.. now..
    if i was a Muslim woman they
    might of had
    to stone.. then..
    me now.. as i just
    could/can NOT tolerate
    being covered up NOW
    by GOD’S GREAT
    ART THAT iS ME
    JUST THE WAY i am..
    humans are not cookie cutter
    images of the other.. and i for one
    prove this among many others who
    break the mold.. never judge a book
    or a cover..
    or even
    an Einstein
    MOld.. hehe..
    ya never know
    wheRe my thoughts
    and feelings miGht
    just go next..
    simply like iT
    iS wiTh God
    who lives iN
    me.. wE butterflies
    of God FLY FREE..
    and as far as the intimacy
    stuff and social stuff and all of that
    go.. feelings of inferiority about being
    put down by the significant other.. as
    others have put ya down all
    your life.. as well as even
    more problems with
    tactile sensitivities..
    sure i can relate..
    but for me touching
    human skin is bliss..
    and hopefully before
    Einstein died he
    adapted too..
    and made
    his humanity
    shine.. i like
    to feel he did..
    Ynot.. hope is A way for me..:)

  9. https://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/may-the-bells-wrinkle-your-architect-pain/#comment-5997

    i don’t wanna be rude or
    crude.. but honesty is alWays
    A best policy for me.. i fucKing
    Love science..
    but i FucKing
    Love FucKing
    aLL magicK oF
    imaGiNaTioN
    better than
    a 5 to 8
    step
    method
    to
    heLL..
    i practice
    science while
    i laugh at iT
    with a manic Grin…
    mad scientist i am..
    made Lover
    i do.. aLLKnOW
    ALLONEfeeLinG
    science
    and art
    i
    wiLL
    bE
    ONE..:)

  10. 4:21 pm..
    3022016..

    Well.. back from some
    real worldly detours
    and now time for
    last Thursday and
    Victoria’s prompt
    on dVerse all
    about me
    poetry
    from
    first person
    perspective.. like
    i never do that..
    huh.. wInks..
    anyway..
    select almost
    any poem and
    that is what one
    gets here for now..
    at least until work-out
    time comes after catching
    up some more.. here i go..;)

    i suppose that Ma Barker’s other boy was a feral..
    cat as that’s how it goes in the woods..
    when the other feral cats pin one’s
    ears down for
    survival..
    staying alive..
    no matter what
    Mama cat says
    before..
    you’re own
    iS own furry..
    my boy.. now just
    pin your ears back
    and keep searching
    for them
    Tenderer
    Vittles..;)

    *
    Dancers oF night
    lone together
    rise wiTh
    moon briGht
    wAke..
    oh..
    Lover.. oh
    free.. oh
    dance.. i am FREE..:)

    Identity and Politics..
    a match of culture and person..
    that will always be different…
    conservatives vs liberals..
    fear vs free..
    dark vs light..
    and now the most
    polarizing election
    of aLL..
    ah..
    change..
    it hurts so good..
    when honesty iN core.. of
    at least what one of the parties
    is aLL about.. comes to a full
    head..
    with
    combover too..;)

    *
    Ah.. yes.. Kudzu of poeTry
    me too.. spreading invasive
    vine of words am i..
    photo intensive
    sensitive..
    green leaves
    plant wherever
    i go.. reaching high..
    low.. inside.. outside
    and all around.. my vine
    is mutating always now..
    changing.. adapting..
    and never same..
    NoW@aLLverse@now..
    challenges anew..
    a TsuNaMi plant
    am i.. soon
    to cover
    a garden
    and home
    near YOU..;)

    Oh.. repression of emotions..
    from childhood.. so many
    southern boy
    fears.. now
    to express
    friendship iN
    more than
    tears
    oF
    a beer..
    most alcoholics
    are ’caused by
    folks who
    tale boys
    they
    cannot
    smile huge
    or cry deep..
    i say F.. ’em
    from long before
    and just be FeeLinG Me..
    And all alcohol and drug free..:)

    Saddest art of culture..
    a society that inputs data
    more than outputting emoTions..
    PoeTry of human moves.. connects
    and creates.. dances life alive.. never
    stagnant
    sTill
    Robot
    way..
    HeArt a path
    deTour True..:)

    *
    Owning..
    First World
    Problem..:)

    SonG oF God..
    SinG oF LiFe..:)

    sMiLes.. my friend.. diagnosed
    with Autism am i.. too..
    escaping back
    iN the
    world
    am i
    now too..
    regressing
    before back
    to 3 before i
    could speak at
    4.. way later
    at 47.. and
    back
    again..
    at 53..
    as sure
    miracles
    happen too..
    misunderstood..
    yes still.. understand
    me.. i still.. understand
    others.. more than ever now..
    and do i look like i’m autistic
    whatever the hell that
    means.. sure then..
    but i can
    mold
    myself..
    to anyone now..:)

    This makes me think about our
    local preacher who talked about
    homosexuals having demon possessed
    behavior.. on our local only radio station..
    and whenever he comes on..
    he says he gets
    a direct
    line to God..
    i think it’s gonna
    be amusing when AND
    iF he gets to heaven
    and finds out
    God
    iS at least
    pARt homosexual
    too.. anyway.. more than
    that.. i wonder how he would
    feel.. if his homosexual son
    committed suicide.. sadly
    he would..
    if HE
    COULD..
    probably
    send him
    straight to
    hell iF he knew
    the reason.. cold
    souls feel no soUl..
    pulpit
    or hell
    same
    as real
    devils now..
    and yeah.. i got to
    meet the man face to
    face at Starbucks one
    time shaking hands with
    my wife and i.. one look..
    my eYes connecting to him
    i knew he wAS.. without a doubt..:)

    PersonAlly.. now.. i think
    ‘iT’ iS a mix of poverty
    beyond money.. now..
    moving.. connecting
    and creating.. but
    yes.. i take
    stuff apart
    and put it
    back together..
    namely me..
    humpty
    dumpty
    now dances
    waLLsfree..
    at least
    i figured
    iT aLL out
    literAlly and
    metaphoricAlly for me..
    it’s been a hell and
    heaven oF a
    nursery
    rhyme
    for
    i..;)

    WeLL that’s
    twelve and time
    for work-out now..
    need to get more
    moving and
    less finger
    writing
    done
    now…
    Back later..
    i’m feeling now..;)

    5:45 pm…

    Back at 10:27 pm..
    kinda totAlly
    exhausted
    from
    mega
    work-out
    and all other
    daily activities..
    but let’s see
    wHere i can
    drive this
    poeTry
    boat
    for
    a little
    while now..
    before bed
    time lays me down..:)

    HeArt oF Human
    SpiRit breathe
    you live.. .
    you thrive
    Dance bRings
    back soUl of you..:)

    *
    Wolves oF freedom
    howl free iN moon’s
    lingerie and skiN
    so soft and smooth
    touch iN hAnd
    and feet
    bRaiding
    bodies togeTheR
    soar high
    soar low
    wiTh
    hair
    all tangled..
    tinglinG spLiT
    ends.. emBraCinG..:)

    Metronome heARt at the end
    of my wife’s mother’s life..
    Preacher at bedside..
    60.. 55..
    45.. 37..
    20….
    the rain
    outside the
    window pours
    harder and
    harder..
    silence….

    Love waiting.. Love finding
    Love Living
    Finding Love
    inside Living..
    Love finding.. Love waiting..:)

    Words say
    little when
    feet
    match
    saNd iN FlAMe..:)

    *
    Fish Fries waiting
    fires.. home
    coming..
    singing
    knives..
    forKs..
    spoon
    peace SonG
    now.. winNinG..
    SmiLes.. liVe aGaiN..:)

    My great Aunt..
    Jettie.. at 94.. taught
    me the greaTest leSson oF
    aLL.. i without a heARt..
    SpiRit.. no longer
    balancCinG
    soUL.. then
    @47.. waste
    land life from
    insane
    society..
    her spiRit
    as Strong as
    ever before..
    crippled feet
    slowly stepping
    with walker.. almost
    blind with age as well..
    but the liGht in her eYes
    as young or younger than
    ever before.. a sMiLE
    that kNew no age
    iN
    SpiRit..:)

    As a side note here..
    Kim suggests i post
    the Aunt Jettie poem.. and i say..
    SMiLes Kim.. And thanks for your inspiring poetry..
    As a hobby i’ve actually posted a poetic response
    using every single individual link of every prompt
    from dVerse over an entire year.. i’m a couple of
    prompts behind but it doesn’t matter
    ’cause i don’t link.. But wInks
    that’s a moot point ’cause
    i am a traveling blog.. Anyway..
    Hehe.. But at any rate.. In the next
    month or so i will make an unabridged blog
    novel out of the year effort copied and pasted
    in my blog daily as is.. Of over 100K words
    titled GodsUniVerseNovel3.. And this
    will be the third in around
    three months of 1 of 3 in
    a trilogy.. Just for fun..
    It would be impossible to
    print in ink or E-book as YouTube
    Videos are an integral pArt of the art
    for fun.. Including poetically streaming photos..
    Anyway.. thanks for your kind words of appreciation..
    It seems.. Some folks think i am crazy for doing this..
    ha! A crazy poet.. Like that’s something new..
    Winks and Smiles again..;)

    This reminds me of
    the battle of the sexes
    so real.. so alive
    so dead
    as well..
    hmm.. at least
    that’s what i hear..
    never had a problem..
    as i don’t see gender..
    human iS aLL i see now..:)

    Master oF
    ceremonies
    oF Love
    dogs
    are iN KinD..:)

    *
    Empty dog bowls..
    iN soUl
    oF
    Love..
    Strike 10
    Force 1..:)

    Hmm.. and with
    that said.. 10 more
    more completed
    here.. and nine
    more to finish
    the entire
    last
    Thursday
    prompt..
    likely
    iN the
    morning..
    as yes..
    night night
    now iS Ringing
    Louder NOW..:)

    11:11 pm..
    3022016

    Back at 10:11 am..
    11 hours later..
    a few global
    deTours
    but ready
    now to finish
    up the dVerse
    Thursday prompt
    on narrative first
    person poeTry as such..;)

    Human prisons rust
    Human’s Love rusts..
    Human Freedom SinGs
    with only Trust.. asSonG
    wIth Love
    asKinD
    and fearless
    RefRain..
    amuSt
    iNflAme
    aTorch
    oF FiRe
    iN
    i’sLove..:)

    Sacrifice of liFe..
    always giving Life..
    returning Love
    Lives
    again..
    with sacrifice
    as liGht.. in new
    born baby creativity
    always now.. my friend..:)

    i suppose the greatest
    sin of religion ever
    is suggesting
    that one pArt
    was/iS more
    sacred than the
    other ART.. sMiLes
    God reigns
    iN aLL pArts
    of her Nature
    Sacred and Holy..
    only human and
    human’s evil created
    religions would suggest
    that any Sacred
    Holy
    pArt iS
    less than
    soUl of ALL
    oF Nature sAMe..
    after all evil is
    said and
    done.. it iS
    just a word..
    and human
    made created
    actions..
    But God iS
    REAL AS NATURE..
    Free And Back iN Balance..:)

    Really simple no duh.. side note
    here.. wouldn’t life be so easy
    iF ‘they’ now.. not unlike the
    REAL MAN JESUS.. JUST ANOTHER
    yogi-like dude as reported
    in the gnostic Gospel
    of Thomas.. saw
    and felt Nature
    as God and ONE
    as sAME worth
    reverence as
    Sacred Holy ALL
    as Nature sAMe..
    and of course what this
    all naturAlly means iS wE
    too are aLL are a Sacred Holy
    pArt oF God..
    but that would
    be too easy..
    too loving
    kind and fearless
    with trust iN all
    that iS.. that would
    give aLL the power back
    to the children of God as
    Nature who are simply uS..
    as aLL other pARts oF
    Nature
    sAMe..
    any ‘primitive’ society
    kNew this aLL innately NOW..
    instinctually and intuitively
    and sure even with science
    sTill in its infancy it
    proves this simple
    yet magical
    Truth
    as iS liGht
    for now alWays
    as WeLL.. but no..
    some psychopathic leaning
    dude or dudette.. decided they
    wanted all the grains of agriculture
    put it in a silo back ‘then’.. of sorts..
    and made human beings into slaves
    to store more
    grain.. for a rainy
    day.. sadly enough
    away from free..
    as ignorant human
    beings ruled by culture
    and religions.. suffer away
    from the God of Nature every day
    every now.. in frOwns and ruSty
    walks of
    sidewalk
    talk..
    of weary
    eYes of Slaves..
    i am ruled by NO
    PSYCHOPATHIC CONTROLLING
    FUCKING SUBJECTIng EVIL
    FUCKING HUMANS
    OR RELIGIONS
    AS MY GOD
    AND
    i
    are
    FUCKING
    FREE.. AND ANYONE
    WHO WOULD TAKE OUR
    FREEDOM AWAY
    WILL
    FACE
    THE WRATH
    OF GOD iN
    MY EYES
    AS WELL..
    OF RIGHTEOUS
    FAITH IN THE GOD
    OF ALL oF NATURE
    ALWAYS NOW
    THAT iS
    ALL THAT
    iS REAL
    AND TRUE
    iN LOVE
    LIGHT
    FEARLESS
    TRUST
    OF WHAT
    iS REAL NOW
    AND ALWAYS
    HAS BEEN
    NOW..
    no wheRe
    hidden but
    in lies of books..
    and no.. hell no.. science
    ain’t even got a bread crumb
    of God figured out yet.. i can
    run circles around science iN ARt..
    that no computer
    will Fucking
    ever
    figure out..
    ’cause God iS
    behind me iN me..
    and this ALL God
    oF Nature iS Art
    at core with science
    only as elementary scribe..
    so sure i am also an atomic
    bomb.. if you haven’t felt
    aLL of
    me and
    God yet..
    an atomic
    bomb of Love
    that iS.. a greater
    power than missiles
    have ever
    carried..
    as it is God
    incarnate as us
    ONE when wE grow
    with God’s eYes
    iN uS once
    again
    Free as
    the so-called
    primitives were
    and are sTiLL.. aLL
    tHeir power iS felt and
    sensed within and this power
    of Love and fearless dwarfs
    the highest
    edifice
    ever created
    by human hands..
    skyscrapers of
    Angelic Love
    are wE..
    when and
    onLY when
    created by
    God that
    lives
    WITHIN..
    YEAH.. simple
    to me at least..
    as the power of God
    lives through me
    expressed
    iN words
    aS WeLL..
    A tSunAmi..
    free floWinG
    spReading never
    beginning or ending
    now.. spiRit aLL alWays groWinG..:)

    Back to the original
    ‘planned’ proGram..
    now..;)

    Ah yes.. my friend..
    so you know/FEEL
    the secret oF
    Never land
    Now.. iS the
    onLY true
    reality free..
    wheRe We create
    both wE and the rest
    of reality as REAL AS
    iT CAN
    GeT..
    sMiLes
    and sure
    it’s more
    than a metaphor
    iT’s a feeLinG that’s REAL..:)

    Moon of Magic
    dreamy liGht you
    SinG mY sOul
    a SonG that’s alWays
    new.. oh ‘they’.. they
    took you away..
    perhaps
    at age
    5.. in Kindergarden..
    perhaps in private
    Catholic School
    at 7.. or maybe
    back in
    ‘Southern’
    ways of
    small
    town
    bully
    boy
    middle
    schools..
    who said
    only queers
    smile big and
    wide with ART dreams..
    i am no longer a boy
    i am a 230 LB Martial
    Artist who leg presses
    half a ton 25 times with
    arms raised in air
    like a frigging
    ballerina..
    but the thing
    iS Love rules
    me by the pale
    moonlight
    of midnight
    dreams
    Love
    Frees Love
    i am.. stronger
    and freer and younger
    driving 55 than ever before..
    heHE.. sure it’s a poem but the
    thing iS.. i can prove every word
    in the eyes of science and
    bully
    boys
    too..
    happy now
    my friend.. it’s
    worth shaRinG..
    wiTh KInD and COUrAGE
    As ONly CiNDERFEllAS
    REaLLY KnOW and FeeL..:)

    Ah.. groWing up by railroad
    tracks.. Train trestle
    bridge almost
    stone’s throw
    away.. shakes foundation
    then of shot-gun river home..
    i wished for a push button
    machine now answeRinG
    aLL my questions.. but All
    i received then iS
    A sad
    refRain
    past iN
    whistle calls
    of trains old..
    all anew kNow!
    the birth oFliGht!
    iN human Wisdom
    feeLinG more.. a hive
    oF push button knoWinG
    and feeLinG arises whistles
    Now! Google train alWays
    moving ahead..
    ALL ABOARD!
    MORE FEELING
    WISDOM NOW!
    TRAIN
    OF
    BEING
    NOW..!..:)

    SmiLes.. a beautiful
    SonG about Love
    for a cat..
    but sure
    iT could
    be the same
    song that i have
    for my wife Katrina..
    as i Lick her tears away
    and Love to the point
    where it is impossible
    for her to even age..
    and the most
    magical
    pARt oF
    aLL iS..
    well…
    i can prove iT..
    and just did iN
    my latest post..
    but if you’ve ever
    been to my home..
    you’ve likely already
    seen
    the proof..
    sMiLes and
    happy Now..
    my friend..
    with
    tears
    licked
    all away
    in hopes for
    you as WeLL..:)

    For every Moonlit
    Star a hope for more
    to lEarn and feeL..
    a realiTy for
    those
    who
    say and FEEL noW
    so let It Be writTen
    so let iT bE dOne..:)

    After every sunset
    comes a rise
    above so
    below..
    and Nature
    SinGs a never
    ending SonG
    oF Hope
    iN
    Faith
    oF Now..
    Believe iS Next
    alWays now..
    Truth
    liGht
    we too
    set
    rise
    iN arT oF uS..
    never ending
    rhythm
    for those
    who
    synch
    iN balance
    wiTh rest oF
    God’s NatUre FREE..:)

    Well.. all finished
    last weeks prompts
    finAlly and
    two more
    behind this
    week with
    another
    coming
    today..
    hmm..
    perhaps i will
    rest for now..
    and surely dance
    in Sun and clouds
    and sand as
    the Sun
    is sTill
    peeking through
    before after noon
    storms.. but like
    feather i will continue
    to flow wherever the
    Wind of God
    takes
    me
    FREE
    JUST NOW..:)

    11:45 am..
    3032016..:)

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

    Isn’t that funny that often happens to me
    when i write as well.. where the
    interpretation from me
    changes.. but i don’t
    think when i write..
    it comes from
    somewhere
    else..
    and that’s
    the mystery
    that only
    God understands
    fully my friend.. Rafiah..
    living within us.. of course..
    and yes.. owning stuff iS
    the fall of mankind
    including
    stuff and
    human beings
    for prize rather than Love..
    and that comes in many
    hidden forms that liars
    would say is from
    God.. and
    religion
    of course..
    God is not
    religion.. Religion
    can be an expression
    of God but God is
    NOT Religion..
    God..
    is Free
    and so can we..BE
    AS REFLECTION OF GOD..
    IF we do not live in Prison..
    of the making of culture..
    religion as is..
    or ourselves..
    but to
    look within
    is to hear
    the answers from
    God.. DIRECTLY..
    it’s
    possible
    but not always
    easy to seek
    and find
    the DIRECT
    ROUTE TO
    AND FROM GOD.. WITHIN..:)

  12. https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/this-circle-of-life-and-death/

    SMiLes my friend.. Rafiah..
    God iS Nature ONE and
    saMe.. and Nature
    and God provides
    ways for
    human
    to survive
    and even thrive
    one and sAme..
    iT iS up to uS..
    to learn
    the lessons
    from God away
    from.. and yes in
    Culture and Religion
    to survive now WeLL..
    and thrive.. and Love
    and Fearless iS the only
    thrive i know/feel.. anything
    else material attachment
    iS away
    from that
    as far as i for
    one can see/feel.. and
    true some people
    gain attachments
    to people
    as material
    attachment too..
    but when the Love radiates
    from within the Human SoUl..
    heARt.. and SpiRit that is as
    real but much more mysterious
    than a chemical equation.. and actually
    can be understood with art rather than
    science alone.. we can be free and
    fearless as living loving creatures
    where we don’t have to
    be quiet
    ’cause
    Love speaks
    for us… the greaTest
    gift from God that yes..
    is test too in metaphorical
    sense.. of feedback from the
    emotions and groWinG stronger
    in fearless and Love.. but the sad
    thing my friend.. is.. folks think they
    will find this in books and words.. but
    no.. the paths are within.. comprising feelings
    senses.. and yes.. even sensuality too..
    but to control people away from
    Love is to instill illusory
    fears for material
    gains.. in all stuff..
    and reproductive
    control.. God will
    have none of this
    with God’s will instilled
    as Human Nature free..
    but human will attempt
    to rule other humans..
    and enslave
    them for
    their own
    purposeful owning
    and truly insane ways of
    making the entire human race
    out of balance.. with God
    as Nature.. Nature has aLL
    the answers as Nature
    is God’s
    Bible
    that WiLL
    always be
    free Infinity
    now my friend.. more..
    i see people in misery
    and suffering every i go.. even
    here in the so-called rich U.S.. but
    see that is why they suffer as they
    no longer see and feel
    and understand
    their relationship
    with Nature that is
    one and same with God..
    where the struggle is survival
    but the prize is fearless Love
    in Moving.. Connecting.. Creating..
    Sharing and Giving with other Moving
    Connecting.. Sharing.. and Giving Human
    Beings and the rest of Nature that does the same iN BALANCE..
    God’s Religion iS BALANCE.. ONE SEES THAT EVERYWHERE
    IN THE BIBLE
    OF NATURE..
    IF THERE IS ANY
    DEVIL IT IS HUMAN
    CULTURE AND RELIGION
    THAT TAKES HUMAN
    WAY FROM
    GOD’S
    RELIGION
    OF BALANCE..
    MY FRIEND.. BUT
    I DON’T HAVE TO SAY
    IT AS GOD SAYS IT EVERYWHERE
    WITH NATURE’S LIVING GOD BREATH ALWAYSNOW…
    iN
    balance..
    you see
    balance
    holds
    aLL
    these words
    up as Truth
    and LiGht
    as i am not
    the creator
    of balance
    i submit
    to God’s
    L A W
    oF Balance
    thaT iS AlwaysNow..:)

  13. https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/03/01/to-my-beloved-nani-ami-jan/comment-page-1/#comment-696

    i know you are very close
    to your Grandmother.. and
    wasn’t able to determine
    she passed away from
    your comments on Facebook..
    and that explains your other
    blog posts too i guess.. that i
    just responded too.. that may
    not match the intent of your
    feelings at all.. Rafiah..
    but sure..
    i understand
    loss and if Einstein
    were around and understood
    brain chemistry as well as i do..
    he would tell you that it is levels
    of your oxytocin dropping off and
    now is a good time to write poetry ’cause
    the creative neurochemical Dopamine will
    Naturally rise up.. and make bitter sweet
    feelings too.. that is conducive
    to artistic expressions
    that tend to
    Bring the
    Love and neurohormone oxytocin
    feelings of social bonding
    and Serotonin feelings of
    neurochemical
    trust back..
    but yeah..
    these words of
    neurochemical
    and neurohormone
    labels are meaningless
    without the Art of human being..
    sMiles.. and sure.. analytical thinking
    takes one totally out of the emotional mind
    but problem is the medicine is the art and
    HeaRt of emotions
    and the only
    way that
    the free bird truly
    sings again… When My Grandmother’s
    father died in 1965.. she about 62 and he
    dying at age 94.. she had never painted
    before.. but used that sadness of
    oxytocin loss and dopamine
    increase.. to become
    a great oil
    painter
    just from
    visual memories
    of her life.. where she
    probably didn’t plan the
    art.. iT flowed from
    her Soul
    back
    in balance
    my friend..
    as her art made others
    happy and they shared that
    happiness back as Love..
    and that is what i am
    doing with you now..
    hopefully you
    will feel it my friend
    as that is what truly free humans
    do.. they share all their thoughts
    and feelings without
    restraint of
    what is
    truly
    real in
    HUMAN FEELINGS..:)

  14. http://gigoid.me/2016/03/03/fill-in-with-plastic-adobe/#comment-18378

    Sun iN SkeYes
    oF i.. Dance
    And Song..
    God that
    no man
    or woman
    owns but i..
    hmm.. i have a confesSioN
    to make.. i am not the Sun
    of God and i am a son of Sun..
    as dust i came and son i am
    oF Sun and sAMe am i..
    SMILed.. i cannot tale
    ya how the story of
    human future
    WiLL end but
    i can tale
    ya how
    the story WiLL
    continue as i also
    was a Canary iN a
    Coal mine before the
    rest of Nature set me
    free.. as no one owns
    me now..
    but Nature
    ONE as i…
    Anyway.. this is how
    the SonG goes.. first theRe
    was Nature then Human pArt populating
    shore to shore.. then information technology
    where humans become robots and no longer
    reproduce.. problem solved.. albeit lifelong misery
    of human in hell of being robot rather
    than FucKinG pArt oF
    Nature.. the
    meek shall
    inherit the Earth
    thanks Robot Humans
    do as you desire with robot
    screens and eyes for i for one
    WiLL Live for Free iN Sands
    of Nature
    SonG
    and Dance
    as son of Sun
    of aLL THaT is..
    i WiLL Giggle while
    others Google to
    hell and
    back
    same as now..
    in 4 inch Scream
    of howling
    Hell
    Screens..
    and sure other can join
    me too.. but first they WiLL
    have to set themselves free
    dancing naked once again
    in SinG SonG way
    iN sand and son
    of Sun of aLL
    thaT iSnow..
    a creature
    free
    of Lies
    Again.. wHere i
    of Sun and i liGht uP
    togeTheR once again..
    Hmm.. YEAH.. REMINDS
    me too of my freshman year
    of college with a philosophy teacher
    who sliced all the BS.. with a sacred
    knife of truth and LiGht.. i drove to
    the beach on a BriGht and Sunny
    day and finAlly realized God
    was no man as brain
    washed by
    everyone
    who came
    to testify before
    me since age 4
    after speech.. and
    the Nature of Age three
    with Blue skEYes of Free
    and dance of i free
    and sOnG of me
    SinGs was/is
    the ultimate
    expression oF
    God that this speck
    of Sun dust would ever
    meet and be.. anyway..
    it’s fun to be free.. wish
    i could convince more
    folks.. thIS simple truth
    but the
    quicksand
    of culture
    and religion
    is no easy beast
    to defeat until one
    finds a way to escape
    on tHeir ownED way oF Free..:)

    WeLL.. okay.. considering the
    opening SonG and photo
    credits of THE GOD OF
    NATURE i FOR ONE
    KNOW NOW AND
    FEEL SO WELL
    iN gift of
    PREsent
    now.. this seems
    to be a great place
    to publish as it
    tidily sums
    iT all
    out iN
    Sun of God..
    Yeah sure..
    Mr. blue skies
    if wanna call it
    that too.. yes.. this
    ‘Cyberian Tiger Beach’
    post has reached the
    shore.. and all that is left
    to do for now.. is finish
    my sacred R and R
    duties for what
    i for one
    make
    as Holy
    Thursday of
    dance of i and all
    the cool college age folks
    at Old Seville Quarter celebrating
    my 100th dance week night there..
    Be back around 3 am in the
    wee hours of
    Friday morning
    to document JOY
    here iN thiS new
    blog post.. yeah..
    as there just ain’t
    nothing better
    than God’s
    gift present
    to us THAT
    iS A S GREAT As
    CLEAN joy! Free from
    allNOW Frigging cultural
    and religious illusory fears..
    FREE BABY.. FREE WiLL SAVE
    THOSE OF US WHO CAN
    AND WiLL JUST
    DO IT
    NOW..
    wITh a fearless Love
    iN moving.. connecting..
    creating.. sharing..
    giving Dance
    and SonG
    oF LiFE!..
    wITh Nature
    ALL God ONE
    and sAMe..:)

    Butt oops..
    first.. just
    noted Shawna’s
    link a full two
    prompts ahead
    so i will
    drop it
    here.. as
    her blog will
    be ancient
    ashes by
    the time
    i get there..

    http://rawcayn.blogspot.com/2016/03/blog-post_2.html

    Well.. i’m a full two prompts
    behind so let me catch
    you while you are
    spRing
    Finger
    fuming..
    Excellent
    write.. just
    wanted to
    tale you
    that2..
    F in
    Brilliant..
    Raw baby
    that’s the
    way i like it..
    Raw excellent
    and Brilliant
    Red fLinger
    oN Fire..;)

    Ha! that’s painful
    yet hilarious..;)

    It’s neither
    here or theRe
    but i miss
    you too..
    carry on
    dear..
    there’s
    alWays
    later..
    now..;)

  15. Truedessa says:

    Wow – thought I’d drop over and see what you had and you are never short on words..I mean that in a good way. Of course now JC Superstar is playing in my head. What’s the buzz tell me whats-a happening.

    • HI Truedessa.. thanks so much for dropping by..
      and yes.. i’ve kinda imposed a casual
      limit of 10K or so words
      per regular blog
      post.. now..
      as over 10K has
      problems fitting on
      my Facebook status…
      hehe.. so this one is
      definitely one
      of the shorter
      efforts now..
      i just kinda flow
      with the words..
      until it feels
      comfortable
      to stop..
      but nah..
      i can’t remember
      the last time i went
      below 2K words..
      and it seems like this
      is comfortable for the way
      i write for free now as art…
      and yeah.. in the video about
      Jesus Christ Superstar.. i’m more
      like the Black Judas guy who just
      wanted to know and feel what it’s all
      about.. and i will be with all my dancers
      tonight asking that
      question
      in the form
      of dance where
      the answer is the
      means of dance
      to the
      end
      of now
      as essence
      real.. my friend..
      smiles.. i see God
      as Art.. as Nature
      while religion etc..
      and science tend
      to view it as concrete
      label stuff.. but
      i like
      iT free
      and always changing
      as the Dance and Song
      of i now.. sMiLed aGaiN..
      with or without words..
      hehe.. hard
      as it is to
      believe some
      folks i dance with
      out in public
      think i don’t
      talk much
      at all..
      yeah..
      i’ve always
      got a new surprise..
      a Holy and or
      Sacred Fool/
      CLoWN..
      i wiLL
      be for
      NOW..:)

  16. http://rawcayn.blogspot.com/2016/03/blog-post_2.html

    Never a rush.. my friend..
    Shawna.. to visit here..
    and yeah i know..
    i had to get
    an iPhone6s
    to open me
    up myself..
    technology
    is catching up
    to me.. surely
    but slowly..
    WiNks..
    again..;)

  17. SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid..
    Earth.. Wind.. Fire.. and Water..
    Are wEnow as Star DuSt walKinG
    that’s aLLnaAll the fAiry real tale i am
    iN liFe.. TrUly THAT iS impressive enough..:)

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