iN almost every truly small and peaceful society..
in fact.. the ‘science’ of sociology
shows the top
20 most peaceful
societies in the world..
have several things in common..
all are relatively small.. all iS given
and shared.. and the Golden
Rule of Love yoUr brother
as yourself
with taking
no more
then giving
as sharing
iS the way
of the Altruistic
human.. innately..
instinctually.. and intuitively..
in other words.. when humans
live in balance.. the metaphor
of Jesus.. per Love yoUr neighbor
as yourself and the rest of Nature
AKA God.. is the natural way
to go.. so in this way as
metaphor way.. as
more than
likely and
as scholarly study
shows.. only 18% of the
New Testament potentially
even came from one single
human being.. with a general
consensus that there probably
was an individual.. who we refer
to.. to day.. Named in the language
of the day as similar then.. however..
would he resemble much of what
Modern Christianity sees of
him today..
particularly
when Constantine
and his Cohorts from
the Catholic Church.. 325..
AD.. determined he would then
be a Soldier Sun God.. and yes..
part of a trinity as God man too..
no.. not likely.. any so-called modern
Fundamentalist Christian would even
pay attention to THAT MAN if he came
back today.. and walked ‘right’ through
the front doors.. in his sandals
or bare feet of God of Nature
real.. and besides.. on top
of that none of what wE
are noW.. iS
the same from
now to now..
so whomever
we become the next
now.. depends on how well
we move.. connect.. and create
iN liFe.. wITh of course.. the mechanical
cognition world.. still dead in tow..
away from the
Empathy
of Love…
and WiLL of
course to juSt make
iT happen noW iN JuSt
doin’ iT.. like Nike sayS noW..
i’ll go with the Golden Rule.. obey
the Local.. State.. and Federal
Laws to keep mY freedom..
and beyond thAT
iT iS simply
and
complexly
a fREE
foR All..
wITh sTiLL.. relatively
worn out feat of feet.. too..;)
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i ‘bEt’ iF Jesus
were alive today..
Prince would be his
Guitar player.. to open
uP hiS new sermon
oN a Mountain
oF Love..
sO inspiring thAT
SonG wiTh Jeff Lynne..
Tom Petty.. Steve Winwood
and others.. in terms of
guitar solo.. by Prince..
in particular.. i will
wait no more..
and share
my guitar
Solo of PoeTry..
iN terms oF aLL i see
and feel from the last
year of responding to all the
poeTry from dVerse.. through the
14th linked poem of the final prompt..
Thursday Open link Night.. of 31 March
and resume after that for more to come
as art WiLL FloW noW.. without tiMe for me..
and thAt’s the thing about reaLITy.. it’s a river
that flows timeless iN InFiniTy noW for those
who come to perceive
thiS Heaven
oF reaLITy noW..
but enough words of
Introduction.. now to
the tedious mechanical
cognition duty of collecting
all the eggs of art and putting
them in one baskeT.. per se..
“GodsUniVerseNovel3”..
a larger complement
to the first two..
Googable as such
iN terms oF
“GodsUniVerseNovel”
and
“GodsUniVerseNovel2”
as other than photos to separate
each prompt effort over the course of
the year.. i will use some Beach photos
as they are the most beautiful pArt oF
Nature
that
comes aS
mY heARt..
mY SpiRit..
mY SoUl..
as WeLL..
and after all of that
iS said and dONe.. the
pARty oF noW iN i WiLL
resUme more fully aLive..
out of mechanical cognition
mind of getting aLL the seed
toGeTheR for one floWer
oF poeTry
unfOldinG
foR noW..
and i’LL juSt use
one theme SonG
aS iT iS.. as trUly
when i pLay poeTry
that same kind of creative
spiRit thAT flows so easily
through the fingers oF Prince
Flows iN keys oF heRe.. different
strokes for different folks but Free
is trUly FReED when FloWinG aSonEZonE..:)
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Ah.. Dear John..
the messages of the ages that truly get through..:)
Lost and found muse living in love and light.. keeping muse.. is exploring and finding muse.. everywhere muse lives in light and love.. and all that other ST
UFF
TOO A
musing NOW..:)
Ah.. the apple pie of dear Jane.. always waiting.. always patient..
always there.. but never FeeLING
ENougH…
for Love….NOW..:)
Ah.. the RockeFELLA’ REPUBLICANS
of the past dead and gone..
and Tea Party rising to take
away the gifts of freedom..
and LIBERTY FOR ALL..
IN THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS…
But.. IS as it and as it IS.. the popular party of
the President thank goodness.. IS still the people.. overall..
Gridlock or not.. at least.. there is hope..:)
So true.. the poetry of humans is
born in emotions and senses..
and words and letters are an expression of
human nature and all of the rest of that and is..
Winging it along a bird a fly never knowing down or up is to truly fly..:)
OMG! in a land of robotic calls.. the frustration of form letters has become it all…
So yes.. i too.. visit the land of backyard flower.. bees.. and birds of lore.. In life..
where all moves in tapestry and never follows a sidewalk of Zombie Apocalypse
NOW..:)
Fear is the monster that kills all of love and human connection..
And the longer one goes without connecting.. the harder that becomes..
as lose or use it.. applies in all matters human and feeling
in connection too..:)
The Susan’s of time gone past and time in eyes.. of heart and life in feeling us.. a friendship is love.. a new a live in now.. that continues on.. as long as eyes.. glow and grow in Love..:)
Ah.. to find a holiday.. a feast in every now of day of month.. is too.. to know now.. in no knowing of anything but bliss..:)
A Happy fool is an April that never cares.. a worry over loving life as is.. for NOW..:)
Haha!.. if i have a Peanut Butter sandwich for every time i wish for a dollar to buy more.. in 6 years of college.. i will have all the Peanut Butter sandwiches.. i truly eat then.. as a staple
in diet of a starving student.. too..:)
It’s no wonder i’m nuts..
my mother has me tested..
and i am A OK.. but still frigging full
of 6 years of peanut butter sandwiches galore!..:)
Ah.. the broken dreams of desires of piggy banks.. do come in waves of
satisfaction.. where piggy can’t mind with no mind at all..
Perhaps.. Piggy has the truth.. and I will listen close..
broke or not..
as Piggy’s
friend..:)
Yes..
to see the moon as imaginative joy
and not just a solid rock
of listless hope..
is to know
the joy
of the child..
with dreams..
still to come.. as free…
The moon is my friend..
the moon is my lover..
the moon is my sensate delight in unusual cover…
And after that i find humans too.. who share in the love of the moon child
too..:)
A beautiful story it is to honor a father of 53 years of living in all the love that is there before in living memory of a father’s love.. loving goes on in the loving eyes of child well loved…
And it does remind me that even in 53 years of a father who lives to be 81..
he is there but he never allows me to get to know him at all..
Ah.. the distance of the heart…
is the longest distance of all….
farther than life
or death
for all…:)
The only place for me
to ever find the love of a father
is in the mirror…. and that’s okay..too..:)
So true.. with all the fears of the digital world blocking the human flesh and blood
connection.. that connection does have wires now.. to connect the flesh and blood
with the rest of the world as whole.. as cosmic collective intelligence of consciousness
becomes a reality true.. where digit and art become one finger of truth and light
for all.. who have access to BLC, Broadband Internet Love..:)
Ah.. so interesting the EWORLD is..
is to live in a place where reality stays here..
like a fingerprint ever etched of love or not..
the heart.. soul.. and spirit
is uploaded in a forever of a human soul..
at least as long as servers hold
true or not..:)
Yes.. to be able to order the weather the way we want it..
is not such a far fetched idea for humans in union..
as after all the observer effect is real in physics.. so..
imagine what three or four hundred or thousand
truly connected natives
can do together singing a rain song
of Summer in full unity
of life..
After all it
never gets cold
in rain forests..
does it..;)
Yes.. opposites do attract
and there is reason for that..
both freedom and due caution..
for survival like that..and feeling..
too.. most importantly
three.. for free..:)
To be wild and free and to love..
is enough..:)
OH GOD.. this brings back the memory of a
very ‘efficient’ director of department operations..
when 911 goes down in the middle of a manger’s meeting..
and he just says we’ve got business to
take care of.. there’s probably going to be more attacks to come..
Ugh.. when you just know.. a heart.. a soul.. a spirit
is
dead.
And then I know I better get out soon.. or i will
be dead
too…
And truly that eventually did happen to
me
three….
alive as dead.
Ah.. yes all change starts at the heart.. and for the analytical minds that
only know reason and do not feel heart.. those are not the minds
to be changed.. as grass roots are the hearts that count
for change in all things
anew..
A blade of grass in a letter will do
more than words of
swords together..:)
Well having a child of 51 days.. and holding him
without life support until he takes his last breath..
certainly brings tears to me.. to hear of the story of an aged man
who remembers the child
who did not
make
it
too.. in eyes of death
in hope
of life…:)
Ah.. to forgive the bad Santa
is
the greaTEST
LOVE..:)
1069 WORDS
OF LETTERS TO LETTERS
IN WORDS…
4NOW..:)
4082015
20
2
459
18
9-5..;)
Sharing is nice.. and that’s a nice beard.. to share.. for beasts
or not..:)
Ah.. LTE..LT..4G..3G.. and OMG 14.4 K…
Times are chaining not fast enough i guess..:)
But boy things are so slow
before.. when 1 pixel at a time
is an image of now..:)
OH GOD.. i have a Passport for literally 15 years and never really
go anywhere of value in it.. i loved that Passport.. even though
it cannot take me places i truly wanna go..
And now there’s a Civic.. a Honda too..
I no longer love cars..
People are my
cars
now..:)
And yes.. i write a
Poem for the Passport
when i sell it away
too..:)
For me.. i just go dance
with hundred of people at a time..
And here comes ALL the muse dancing
at me..:)
Only problem is time and 10K words
a day.. or so..;)
But i’ll dance again tomorrow..
for thousands more
to come..:)
WITH hundreds of musing dancers too!..:)
With a months worth of April Shower
words
in just a morning or afternoon
STORM
OF wordy
Thunder
letter head
way..;)
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IT
IS the
Ultimate Beauty,
when ‘That Voice’ comes…
IT IS an empty life without IT…
Those who have IT
ARE Blessed beyond BELIEF…
So YES..
Blessed are ‘YOU’…
WHO have IT..
AND ‘that voice writes a letter’ for
me in my dreams this morning..
and now i must
repeat..
in
words
as swelling
Imagination
AND CREATIVITY
in ALL the DARK AND
LIGHT of life as IS for NOW
for ALL THAT IS ASeverNOW.
A forest
of the heart.. of the soul..
EXPRESSED AS spIRit..
of the flesh and blood as burned forest..
can never know the dreams of life in trees of leaves of grass set free..
And the Pyramids and stars will fall to dust too.. but for now is life and love..
with ashes and dust or not.. where paper cranes cannot lift the emotions of i..
And yes.. they can in feeling cranes..
Ah.. yes.. to hang with youth.. is to rise at least.. and most in spirit.. as young..
And sometimes December’s Spirit is the youngest of all.. even in crippled legs
and bent down head…
My Aunt teaches me that lesson of the ages at 94..
when her spirit is as young.. as
ever.. and mine is at least 104 at 47…
So.. now i return that favor to folks in life..
who are much younger than me.. in chronological
age.. of flesh.. but not me.. my Aunt now..
back to 16….in heart and spirit..
with soul.. older..
as ever….can be for me…
Perhaps I read too much into this..
but i see the strong black women
abandoned for a dream of
another ‘color’ of life that does not match
what one should be happy to be comfortable
in a culture that respects one’s brothers
AND SISTERS AS BEAUTIFUL AND
ALWAYS WORTHY OF LOVE…
The strong black matriarch of a black or white woman
will always be a Goddess to me.. with smiles too…
The rhythm is in the hips.. after all..
with all females i know… now…
One thing that always amazes me about the life in the ‘west’..
of country westerns is how agile the actors are in their bodies..
to meet the demands of a hand on life…
Truly missing from mine then.. as mostly a pen and pencil pusher..
with instructions on how to move..
To be wild and free and ride in tandem in taming the wild and free..
is the greatest life of all..
no doubt i know for now.. with just a taste of it..
in my life…
The storm of love precedes the spirit of the heart and soul
that continues to ride the oceans of love..
in calm and tremendous waves of the spirit of life..
as she blows her living breath..
to feel the sales of hearts and souls
expressed..
with no living price
of
UC
Unconditional
LOVE..:)
A great story of a psychiatrist becoming a poet..
we do need more poets.. overall.. in the field of medicine.
For me.. i do my best NOT TO THINK.. when i write poetry..
just letting what comes flow from the finger tips of beyond..;)
smiles.. and smilies to ya..;)2…;)but winks of course…<3
Amusing Bricks…
True for me too..
and i develop an art of muse..
as intensive as any writing i do..
JUST for that…
Where muse becomes science
and science becomes art…;)
But i study from ‘the masters’..
WITH A TOTALLY OPEN MIND
and body in balance..
and NEVER PAY-mind to the naysayers in life..
As the art of creativity is the ALL the reward in itself for me…
Truly that’s freeing.. with no limitations and most importantly
no expectations…
A total 180 degrees turn from the perfectionist who has a fit
when his wife moves ‘his bricks’ out of line.. a few years back..
And I do mean literally.. as i put those BRICKS IN LINE…
Now ‘my bricks’.. spiral like a Nautilus shell wherever
they care to flow.. and at times.. when revisited
by an approximation of that mechanical
sidewalk mind..
amaze THAT robot mind to
keep walking
on
a
Fred
BRICKROAD…;)
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And yes.. truly for
some folks pain is as close
to feeling something
at all that they
can experience..
And i suppose that is
the saddest part of human
nature than cannot be felt..
with pain or not…
The ending
signatures
of
separation
can be hard enough..
but to sign it on the dotted line..
is an end of a beginning one hopes is not signed..
But a new beginning whether signed or not..
is always the next step..
for LOVE..:)
Ah.. the freedom of the blues loose in the
humidity of southern dialect ways..
there is nothing freer.. wilder..
and much deeper
than soul of music..
and i suppose the father of
rock and roll as well..
in the blue midnight
moons of the African deserts..
that also still exist in rap..:)
Well.. as a child who cannot
speak until age four..
and a young adult
who has problems
with language in general..
and even understanding the
overwhelming emotions..
that i cannot separate from what
i feel in emotional contagion..
from all other folks..
To come to the ability
to connect language with emotions
are certainly the guideposts of symbols for
peace of mind.. and flow of emotional expression..
in verbal language.. the farthest star of my life..
i finally reach..for now..:)
As before my eyes are all that i have
to truly connect like this in
innate human emotion..:)
And truly a challenge..
as those eyes
are now shaded in illness..
for emotional expression of and for others..:)
But yes.. with true grit.. there can always be
another way..:)
Truly words take me to
places i never visit in real life..
and of course they also take me away
from other places
i want to visit in real life..
but never the less..
with human connection there is light and life..
so to count my blessings is.. to count my words too..
at least in emotional expression of connection with others..
as is.. NOW..:)
Ah.. the singularity
of man and machine
where man learns machine
and becomes machine too..
to regain heart..
soul.. and spirit..
is to be the
‘Terminator’ of machines..
un-renewed.. with renewal of heart..
soul.. and spirit expressed.. as here2..:)
To believe is real and the greaTEST
gift of all that CAN BE FREE!..:)
Ah.. rain.. rain.. rain… a dusty early April..
in Northwest Florida.. IS now
turned into an over a week
deluge of flooding rains..
rain..
rain .. rain..
wHere the only
solution
is getting wet
or UmbrElla of
covering rains of GOD’s Love..
as after all we are 90% or so RAINFULL!
OF GOD’S REIGNING REINING RAINING LOVE!..;)
I’ll stick with the sun and be A son as well..:)
And the perfume of the sweat of dance goes so much
farther than a smell of life..:)
The kindness of renewal of rain..
on dusty souls of flowers..
is a moisture i lean to as well..
to regain the colors of my soul..:)
Yes.. the poet’s lighthouse.. guides seas of words..
and waves that wash ashore.. in linings of paragraph shores..
and then @Some Poets the lighthouse dims..
a point of darkness.. but the muses.. are waiting.. beyond
the midnight moon.. of deepest ocean blues..
to light the candle of word houses..
in hues in light of moon
again in spiring
glowing
muse..:)
When snow white is dark and light is black crow
in instructing white to escape as light..
there is harmony in the Universe..
and we can all rest with peace..
with love for light and dark asNOW..:)
Somewhere long ago..
somewhere in a desert of loneliness flow..
one and then another.. start scratching imaginary
connections of stars in desert sand below..
And then there is
a letter of
geometry and flow..
a word.. a paragraph..
and when emotions do finally flow
in poetic words of expression..
There is this.. and i enjoy it
very much.. with smiles..
as well..:)
..So true.. the darkest nights of heaven..
can become the greatest lights.. in gift.. of human heart and soul
expressed as Truth and Light in Spirit.. in letting go and flowing
(:..life as is..for NOW..:)
(:..THere is no science in the art of poetry for me.. with smiles..
laughs.. and winks.. IN the poetry that is NOWme..;)
That’s OK.. that your
Processor and Internet speed..
does not permit you to visit my blog..
and thanks for taking the time and effort
to explain that.. AND truly i come
to poetry to escape science
and there are no poetic forms or rules i desire to or will ever comply with
as art is the pART of my heART i refuse to lose.. in a frigging world
that is already systemizing science ENOUGH NOW that will take
the ‘Terminator 6’ to destroy now.. Haha!.. My posts are just
‘Trojan Horses’ of sorts.. that compromise much bandwidth
and processor speed hogging attributes at once..
the real brevity of poetry stuff is in my comments..
after all i say and dance is done for now..IN
responding to the inspiring words of others..
AND thanks for being so understanding..
as that’s another rare commodity..
i find in now to..today..:)
Ah.. the human condition evolved for peaceful easy sharing love.. when there are relatively small groups of sets of eyes to connect to.. not much more than 150 to 200.. hearts to connect to like that..:)
And then comes agriculture and the move away from free range humans.. and then the industrial age.. when men and women become the tools as fools.. instead of he and or her…
And now a four inch screen.. or if one is lucky 8 hours or so planted in front of a pleasing two-foot box.. is still so restricting a view.. to all the emotions and sensory experiences.. that can be.. the human being come true..:)
Dear anonymous.. you provide this same advice before..
and i respond with appreciation.. for the time and effort..
that you take to provide it..
But please know that i am fully aware that fewer folks
are going to read longer ‘epic poetic expressions’
in words.. images.. and videos..
that is currently what i do for the love of art..
not the expectation of anything other than the art of art..
i clarify that a number of times.. as i do now again..
in ‘the comments section’ in qualification of what i do..
along with the fact that i love to respond in
micro-expression of poetic words
to the inspiring words of others…
So in other words.. the only contribution that i will guess
anyone will truly appreciate in the rhythm of what i am currently
admitting to doing in my writing.. as epic poetic expressions of a journey
of dance in life with words.. photos.. and videos.. is just the micro-expressions
of poetic words.. i leave as appreciation for the inspiring words of others…
That’s enough for me.. and truly after
what i go through in life.. every now..
just being alive is all i want from life..
Everything else is just icing on THAT cake…
And by the way.. overall readership of my blogs
are currently skyrocketing.. as i currently author 6 blogs
where the readership is currently hundreds of readers a day.. overall..
and over 1 million in the last 2 years that i am happily doing art.. AS IS NOW..
however it comes to me and not
how I control it
with any specific
parameters of
mechanical cognition…
But more than anything else from me friend to you friend..
i apologize that i frustrate you at times with what I do..
but please do try to understand it is for the sake of art
that truly saves my heart.. soul.. and spirit from a death
in truly MORE fully living life.. in emotional and sensory
mind and body creatively and imaginatively balancing life!
For and AS IS iNOW!..:)
So with that refrain..
i just do what i do..
for THE ART.. Friend..
and hope you are having
a wonderful now in now…
It will not hurt my feelings
if you stop visiting what i do..
if you do not have the patience for it..
as lord knows.. if i am still working..
i simply will NOT have the time to either write it or read.. it..
and certainly do not expect anything higher than that from anyone else…
i suppose it is the ‘free-timers’
that are exploding my readership
among my 6 blogs.. smiles..:)
Respectfully
and sincerely
with love,
Fred.
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Yes.. tomorrow is Earth Day.. April 22nd.. 2015.. and i seriously do not think that human is God’s favorite animal.. considering how many species no longer live here now.. as a direct result of human cultural byproducts…
In fact.. when re-entering the atmosphere.. when coming back from space.. those cultural by-products.. from a distance.. do look like.. a cancer upon the earth…
If humans are not careful.. to live in balance with GOD given Nature.. as they used to in hunter and gatherer days.. as foragers and sharers.. rather than laying claim and ownership.. in rule over Earth and GOD too..
God may place an iron fist.. in a place.. that is not very comfortable for humans.. at all…
But alas.. i am human too.. so if i do not become the change i want to be.. i too.. am
just as guilty.. as the other species killers.. of cultural byproduct way…
On that note.. in a brighter.. lighter way.. Love ya..:)
And hope one enjoys humans.. for the rest of the day..:)
AS best ya can.. on Earth day.. too..:)
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Ah yes.. the snake is
the reptile brain of us
in style of cold heard
hearts of survival wHere
nary a line of escape can
be found whEre trials of
error do iLLude humans
under trails of lies from love..:)
How easy it is for choice
to display ignorance over
knowledge.. a place of death
for so many more animals
than us.. to share a place
of love.. in surrender to
survive together as ONE
race of animals as ONE..:)
Bones and blood and
Blood and bones.. a case
For peace is a place of
Weeds to grow in stone…
Ah.. the freedom is culture
Undressed to feel the love
Of soldiers who dare to free
Hate from stones so cold…:)
A map inside for humans
is already drawn.. and
then comes culture to
take that map away…
To study life is to know
innate instinct.. and now
intuition alive..as one
force of God asONe..:)
Ah.. yes Nature is
all about the business
of life.. while we worry
over burned out cookies..
Nature moves on to
the next rooftop of
only worries in survival
for now.. as is real..:)
Ah yes.. the trusting eyes
never seen or not in the
lines of Internet lore or
Truth.. the eyes tell tales
that words will never tell
in lives of lies or not
for hate or love in truth
of cyber not living at all..:)
HA HA! so true
all the lies of bleached
blonde hair and tight
skirts on hips of Southern
Baptist 60 year-old girls..
DO TELL THE TRUTH OF
SCIENCE NOW THAT THE
ORIGIN OF LIFE IS LUST..:)
Ah.. yes the unfettered
freedom of eights that
flow and go wherever
creativity without thots
does thoth’s truth come
true.. without thoughts
of boundaries that sew
heart and soul locked8..:)
Yes.. the children of dinosaurs
those feathered sung ones do
sing.. to fly above the rainbows
of knowledge always known…
To sing below the feathers of
what we’ll never know to earth
bound ever fly wHere dinosaurs
do challenge and adapt to flow..:)
And yes.. but ynot write
an octet as a limerick..
or a triolet as a violet..
or a violin as a viola or
a keyboard as a typewriter
of ebony and ivory flow
or am i getting close enough
to end this now at eight..:)
Ah.. yes the flower does peaK
up through the stones of weed..
and you know what i think.. i’m
getting used to this Octet thingY..
in fact this is 11 of 8 now for
lucky 7 before this one of 11..
and now all i have is two lines
for this one to see ya later at 8..:)
Ah.. yes GOD does
know now.. as tHere
is no escape from life
as is in living loving it
as well as we can for
now.. as one race of
human beings joining
in on living life as is now..:)
Ah.. the skunk does not
make that road to stink
with sweat of asphalt
killing way of mammal
too strong to stay dead
without hate of smell
to remind us what we
all have done to them..:)
Ah.. the house of nature
will never be destroyed
by those who love their
greaTEST Mother of ALL..
but then there are the others
the snakes without a heart..
who live for a life so far
away from SOIuLS love..:)
Yes.. “Bill’s” alternative to
‘sex’ is a cheaper.. easier
way to get along these
days.. Perhaps more will
learn in countries afar
before over frigging
population destroys
more species to come..:)
Ah yes.. the Ocean is our Love
and certainly pArt of our Mother..
the connection of salt water
runs through our veins in
arteries pumping blood as
well as rivers attributing Love
in connection to others in
well of watered love asONe..:)
Yes.. so true the connections of
before connect us to what is
come of now.. and tHere is
no escape from planing this
existence on-board terrestrial
soils of feat so bare of too often
disconnecting eyes evolving no heArt
of sOul expressing SpiRiT connections..:)
SH** really happens
IT really does.. but
when it happens all
there is to do.. is cry
and do a dance for
the next days dance
in living loving life..
until the next time IS..:)
OK it’s time
for now to
celebrate
18 Octets
for the next
number nine
that is sure
for now to
make this 19 and nine lines too..:)
but KATS do have nine lines after all.. don’t they..10..now..;)
Yes.. perhaps a new form..:) the LIVEKAT9LIVESWAY.. TO MAKE 11 LINES..
PLUS 12.. THE 18X8 ‘OTHERS’ FOR 156..:)
To be the water for Bruce Lee..
to be the air for me..
to live in soils of earth..
feet planted in feat of love
is a way for me to live
as tree of love as well..
as leaves of grass
standing tall alive..164..:)
now
ONE Sixty-Six
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Ones who stop worrying about death only die one time…
For others the death can be constant in life.. as worry is
no life.. as fear is the progenitor of most all feelings of
negativity and the strife that make like difficult for those
who rarely think or feel the present now as reality true…
Ah.. to spend a life in loving Nature..
is to temper the temperament of
human that rides WITHOUT LOVE
of fiery will and life dominating all
that is before and seen.. without
regard to the only true home that
is ours..
IN GROWING GARDENS OF LOVE…
Ah.. yes.. the nomads of the US
otherwise known as U.S.
are those who are brave
enough.. wild enough to
truly wanna be free.. And
that melting pot although
diluting.. can truly come back..
IN Renewal of Spirit of AllthaTIS…
WitH cooperation and sharing.. inSTEAD.. of HATE…
Ah the challenge of Mr.Toad’s
Wild ride of life.. never a dull
froggy moment is tHere ever
to be.. life.. ah.. the detours
can be scary but never the less
when wild-riders care more for
their friends than spinning liLies..
Love can be for the grinning win…
IN complex WorldS of WorrieS.. P&F
both illusory and real.. IT is often
the ‘open highway’ that serves as
the only introspective time to even
be ‘me.. Ah.. our ancestors.. those
wanderers of survival.. at least they
know what IT IS like to be ‘me’.. in flowNow
with Nature’s beauty and challenge wOnE…
Truly to literally travel as
humans in the golden spiral
flow of moving like planets
around Suns.. is a way to truly
be one with Nature.. in balance
tRuly wOnE.. without rules of
Culture.. Innate Instinct..and
Intuition flows win iNOW…
TrueKEY
is individual
mind and
body balance..
one step at a now..
as balanced human beings
need not seek to rape our environment…
YES.. ironically enough.. the tribal instinct that makes up most of the old
patriarchal manufactured Abrahamic Tribal leaning GOD..
is The overall downfall of HUman now.. IN DEATH TO the
surrounding living ecosphere as well…IN PART…
Ah.. but perhaps with freedom of information..
sooner or LATE.. the truth will come out..
but alas the tribal instinct will go on..
as that too.. is part
of ‘our’ inherent
nature
Earth day is truly
every EARTH day for me..
and i aim on saving THE EARTH
WITH OR WITHOUT
the help of ‘HUMANS’..
in every unconventional way..
that no one has potentiAlly thought or felt before.. smiles..
And so far.. i’ve been underestimated falsely..
all too many times before…
now…
Haha.. i am an Allahgater..
or non-gater..
as it
were…
i tRuly enjoy ‘these’ ‘prompts’
in a playful way..
and i
suppose if more of us
play instead
of just
pray..
tHere is hope after all
is prayed
and
played..:)
Hmm.. i think i do a new form..
or is it the essence
of an
‘old one’
i ‘guess’ the ‘short’ ‘answer’ IS.. i treasure the gift of life from the ALL Natural GOD that IS.. and i respect THAT gift in being all i can be in every imaginable and creative wayS to JUST do THAT.. IN A CREATIVE flow of lucid dreaming life REAL.. AS IS FOR NOW.. IN WHAT i can CURRENtLY view.. as TRUTH AS LIGHT..
IN ALL the tints of black and white.. light AND DARK.. and multi-colored hues that COMES IN…
AND.. i also Love to share all that i do.. with never expectation of receiving.. or limitation of
giving.. set forth by old ways.. to control human freedoms.. with the caveat of course .. OF never intentionally harming or taking advantage purposefully..
to take away the TRUE WILL OF
UNDER AND OVER LOVE
of anyone
else…
TO give UNCONDITIONAL Love
IS the greaTEST…
TO KEEP giving ‘U’ LOVE and
never stopping
in NOW..
is the
TEST..
i WiLL
to pass
for
NO
W
I am a powerful believer in the Interdependent Relationship
of ALL THAT IS biggest and smallest..
from the Alpha to the Omega..
wHere the wings of a butterfly
can change the world..
and words… short or long..
and emotion and reason too as
A disabled boy watering a sapling that
becomes a beautiful tree that inspires the
Love of a great political leader who helps to save
the world… with the assistance of other helpers too…
So yes.. even the leaves of trees can help save the world…
There is no effort to save the world that is too small.. but none…
We live in a world where nearly half an overpopulating species of humans
are required to mate and have children whether IT’s tHeir nature expressed or not..
And if one or two children is enough.. the ‘regulations’ of these ‘Religions’ require
MORE infants until one can no longer reproduce.. WitH stress coming with that…
Sure.. there are days where ‘more’ is better for social cooperation and survival..
But those days are gone.. and truly the REAL GOD OF NATURE REQUIRES
CHANGE FOR SURVIVAL.. TO go AGAINST THE GOD OF NATURE TRULY
IS TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.. AND WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT
THAT FOLKS START LISTENING TO THE MESSAGES OF
THE GOD OF NATURE THAT COME THROUGH
ALL REAL INNATE INSTINCT AND
INTUITION wHere GOD lives
WITHIN.
PERHAPS A GREAtest
microcosm of this is the idea
it’s not about ‘me’.. but about a savior..
per one man who is required to come back
and save the world.. yes.. the Southern Baptist
Church Shirts where children of GOD are taught that
GOD is somewhere else other than within ‘ME’ AND TRULY
THE SADDEST PART OF ALL.. IS EVEN HISTORICAL RECORDS
NOW INDICATE THAT THE REAL MAN JESUS IF EXISTING THEN.. IS
MORE LIKE A HUMBLE YOGI/NATURIST.. LOOKING TO THE GOD OF NATURE
FOR ANSWERS TO SET HIS PEOPLE FREE THEN.. FROM THE ILLUSIONS OF GOD LIVING
SOMEWHERE ELSE FOSTERED BY ‘CONTROL FREAKS’ WHO JUST WANT TO DOM
i nate other
humans through illusory oppressing ideologies to repress and oppress GOD GIVEN HUMAN NATURE .. PARTICULARLY REPRODUCTIVE FREEDOMS FOR
ILLUSORY SELFISH GENE IDEOLOGY.. AND OF COURSE SUB-
JUGATION THROUGH ILLUSORY FEARS
FOR MATERIALISTIC
GAINS…
From a perspective of Human Freedoms.. more fully expressed.. as GOD given Nature..
the U.S. and other tRuly freeR countries are countries that are the metaphor ‘Israel’..
as providing a place for truly FREEr children of THAT ALL Natural FREE God of
Nature…
Slavery.. per the lack of freedom.. comes in all colors..
many national origins.. and
Religions..
AND.. the full spectrum
in gender and sexuality as well…
With a full-blooded Sioux
Great Great Grandfather..
and Cherokee in another Maternal parent line..
my spiritual roots are more indigenous with NATURE
like the American Indians than any book of God I know..
But never the less.. all religions are interesting to me..
comprised of what i see as truth and mis-truths..
but truly i cannot find anything incorrect..
WITH a Love of Nature equal to GOD.. and the GOD that is Nature as well…
The world CAN be a much better place if we live in balance with Mother Earth.. like the really smart indigenous matriarchal leaning peoples do and did.. before becoming adulterated by materialistic collecting and dominating patriarchal cultures/religions.. in all forms that comes in.. as not so well for either all people as equals.. or Nature as our parent as IS for
and in NOW…
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Where thE heArT LiVeS
tHeRe IS alWays blesSings..:)
And that IS certainLY the case
in ALL ARTS we as huWOmAn
beIngs have tiMe to enJoy
and OR
CREATE
OR AND
MUSE
AS
LOVE
FOR ALL
our felLow
woHUmAN
BEinGs;
wITh
ART OR
NOT AS
NO LiVinG
CREa-
TURE
IS
UN-
iMpOR-
TaNT
iN ThEIR
CON-TRi-
BuTiON
TO ALLaH
WhOLE
IN AND AS
anD WitH
UN-CON-
DiTiON
aL
LOVE…
Ah.. the sensate and emotional delight of the
love of human being.. a greater connection
than this the world has likely
never known
or
felt..:)
Ah.. yes.. the ground hogs of the open world.. do not flee at
sighs of human being.. they live free as all of nature
can and will do..
when
simply
being free..:)
The song of the bees ..a refrain of silencing echoes that foretells
stories of woes.. but when bees and birds and humans sing together
the world can be one abuzz and song..
of love in words
of honey.. too.. and doing..AS
WELL..:)
Ah.. the dream of the life in invisible
dreams to share the dream of Love
with another LIFE.. and then when
years pass.. even with ‘perfect’ LOVE
one can find out
THAT INVISIBLE LOVE
IS always real inside and never dies..:)
So MY hope for you for NOW..
is THAT INVISIBLE
IS REAL.. AS
truly IT
can be
TRUTH..:)
IN LIGHT OF heArt
and soul expressed
as SPIRiT
JUST LIKE
you
do
HERE..:)
I know this feeling
from
Church.. the boy with
the bright and smiling
face.. the snickers behind
me as i walk freely and
gracefully to be me as
i am for LOVE.. and no
matter what I am
this makes
me just as angry as you.. at
the hypocrisy that never loves
as humans truly are born to do..:)
Ah… the Indians who understand that
horses are humans are the Indians
who know how to tame the love
with the wild of both horses
and humans
too..:)
To be wild without love or to
be love without wild
is never to be
the HORse
of
TRUTH..:)
Ah.. the new age of art appears.. before spreadsheets exist..
when formulas for art become the science
and art dies in the machine
of the
human
mind..
And i for one am changing that one dance
step.. word.. and photograph
at A time AND Much MORE
ALL FREE VERSE
BABY ALL THE TIME
TO COME..
for the LoVE
of NEWNOW
in truly FREE CREATIVE
AND YES! PRODUCTIVE
HUMAN SPIRIT.. that never
lives for the rewards of the
pleasures of others..
alone…:)
instead
ALLONE
never
alone
AS
FREEART..:)
with
an
H to end
that SONG-
ET
of
LIFE..:)
So true.. there is no strength like the stream of human
tears that can melt the strongest iron
of diamond death in life…:)
Ah.. to be
mindfully
aware
in the
poetry..
dance..
and
photo-
graphy
of life..
in now..
and to count
those blessings as the poetry
of life.. IN words and other visual
and sensual feeling symbols
of human heart
and soul of expression..In SPIRiT
is a note of time worth sharing
for those with eyes and ears
to FEEL and LOVE.. for NOW..:)
Ah.. the humans and not the
horses.. can sometimes
never know the
water of
life
led to that
water or NoT..
as they simply
cannot feel the
refreshing cool
of satisfaction
IN unconditional
waters of LOVE..
And a CHANGE OF
HEaRT FELT CULTURE
And a ‘religion’ of Unconditional
LOVE AS WHOLE.. IS THE ONLY
MEDICINE FOR THAT.. REGARDLESS
OF THE HORSE ‘WHO SPEAKS’ ‘JUST’ THAT..:)
Ah.. the beauty of an immune system gone strong
and wild.. too much for the nature of human
as is.. but the bright side of allergies
are.. cancer does not usually
stand as great a chance
against a sneeze with
allergies like that..
and yes..
science suggests..
that in part..
that’s actually TRUTH..:)
So yeah.. perhaps sneezes and itchy
eyes are a minor annoyance in the scales
of eyes in human suffering.. overall.. i guess..:)
So yeah.. summarizing.. be careful what one wishes for..
is a mystery to behold.. and to get a hold of..
in what works for what..:)
in extremely mysterious
keeping us always
on our toes…
per God’s
Nature at least..:)
Ah..the world of action vs the world of talking..
i’ll take the world of action
as soon as i can
quit talking for now..:)
And ‘just do it’.. instead..:)
Even if i have to
use NIKE
shoes to do it..:)
Ah yes.. i’s takes my kitty kat to the vet..
And no tame pet is that kit kat at all..
in fact is met with chocolate kisses
from sweet vet ladies who kat meets
wherever his gold fur and green eyes go..:)
Ah.. there is a day when i too.. find a perpetual ground
hog day.. but truly.. like the movie that becomes
pain in another ground hog day..
AKA Aghogday..
And it’s not a movie..
it’s true.. one can google
it and see this ground hog now changes..:)
There is a balance in all things..
we can learn from the
Amish way and they
can learn from us..
but without the
tween there
is not much hope
for understanding..:)
Lovely the spring is in renewing
resurrection of life.. the New
Year is also mine in refreshing
flowers of creating loving living
Spring..:)
The flowers
of pink..
swirling all about
in dragons of wind..
are the Cherry Trees intent of loving..
dragons as much or more than living color..:)
Ah yes.. the lantern is within..
not a guiding ship of powered lore
to wield lighthouses
of fear
and
abUNDING
MATERIALS
collected galore..
or to withhold the fruits of loins..
to only those with.. the rice to pay
for what once is.. just another animal
set free.. to be ME.. shining the only
light that counts.. in SELF AND OTHERS
empowering strength.. lOVE.. and FREEDOM..:)
Ah.. yes.. the stone grey eyes of the bullies of life..
inspire me too.. to fly higher and higher in the free air of life..
first there is darkness and then there is light.. then there is dance or movement..
that inspires sound or song.. to FIRE the standing 8 of infinity continuing now..
and then there is the hate of 8.. that like the darkness at the beginning
and the end.. keeps life going for those who live in dark and light..
ah.. but the light place is a joy that the hate will never know now..
And the now of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
can be no better or worse
inspired by light or dark..:)
Yes.. the ingredients of poetry are one and same
as what makes life worth living in death
or life in life or death..
in love or loss as loss in loving love…
And then there is the flow.. that comes from deep..
never knowing any of the ingredients in thoughts alone..
the truest fires of imagination and creativity
know no ingredients but free…:)
Ah.. the wild and free cat with senses and emotions..
sparked to jump.. at the slightest moves for survival..
knows no fog alone in feeling and sensing the differences..
that can hide moves more invisible.. from the prey of mice…
or the predator of dog.. in a circle that only knows life..
in fog or not..:)
And truly the reality is.. we too are the eye of the eagle..
take away the abstract written language.. culture and religion
and we too are children of the God of Nature honed in for survival
and cooperation with the eye of the eagle and tiger…
always ready for the challenge of now…
that is survival for life…
How far we have come
and how far we are lost…
no longer are many
the eye of the eagle or tiger
free…:)
Oh so true.. the testimony of nature needs no book..
the truth is all out there.. for those who sense and feel..
the life of ONE is IN the flower.. the bird.. the grain of sand..
in songs of love.. that all move us in body and mind in love..
the balance of nature.. can truly be us..
as WELL being ALIVE as well..:)
The lesson of life lived deep well.. in grief and joy..
is to find that love we think is out there.. inside us true..
never ever losing love again..
in truth again.. and then all there is to give..
as the chalice of love..
is one never held bound buy metal of gold..
the gold of love is living inside of us..
let no man or woman take away..
what cannot be found outside..
from living love..
the cup that is
overflowing..
is
Love inside..:)
Ah.. yes.. life at the
top of the pyramid..
failing to realize
that
it is the stones
below..
that hold one
up..:)
Atom to Atom..
Molecule to Molecule
H20 to H20…
ASFORCE
WILL NEVER get beat
by either C-P30
or R2D2 or even Microsoft whatever
version it is now.. as i use iMAC-X..;)
The tribal outlines of death go so deep
in the memories held so close
of ancestors so brave that
make that way
for
us
to live as now..:)
Of all the anxieties of life that loveless countries..
parents.. and peers.. can bring.. of social abuse..
and subjugating fears of materialistic
and power gains.. of oppressing
and repressing human nature..
particularly reproductive
freedoms.. the
BEcause does
comes back
most always
to a deficit
of
LOVE..:)
To feel.. to sense..
is the best evidence of all..
and without it.. life is rarely
worth
living..
no matter light
or dark..:)
TRuLY the world WiLL
be A lonely place
without U.. as withot U
there can only be
TRLY TRTH..
with jST io’s and no U..
4i and o and no jstice 4 U..;)
Ah.. yes.. the struggle of life is not ending..
it always is beginning and never ending..
and that is light.. as struggle makes
for strong and sleep with peace..
wHere dark is light..:)
Yes.. the modern new of now.. is the
same now of old.. as new is birth
and yesterday and tomorrow
is always death
that cannot
truly
exist for now..:)
Truly.. the challenge is in the thaw of frozen winters that
grow.. oh so cold.. in the heat of humidity that can
wither the best curls of a midnight prose.. in
loving life.. yet.. it’s all a moot point
if one is a Wild Toad
in Florida..;)
Ah.. yes.. to be from as many places as possible
and to go always to the next new place as possible
is to grow and grow and grow..
and never grow up..:)
i suppose the best day of dying..
is to realize we really
lived.. anything else..
must be
sad..as far
as i can see
for NOW..:)
The rain of emotion in all forms it storms.. in light
and dark and negative and positive..
is always better than the reins
of reign of hearts and souls
expressing spiRit..
that no longer
dances..
sings or
flows
in tears
of
life…:)
Every sadness reminds me i am alive..
i’d rather die that not feel sadness
again.. in death of life..:)
And thanks for that pregnant poem.. as you just
help me finish.. writing 37 poetic expressions
to the rest.. as inspiration comes.. wHere
inspiration flows and grows..
in unrelenting practice
of life.. growing
now..
in just
letting
go…:)
Ah yes..
the quiet moments of harmony of emotions and senses
that come with a mind and body in balance in the most wonderful animal present of now..
And we humans are so truly distracted now.. by a full platter served up now.. almost from birth.. of cultural noise and images that keep us in the plays of someone else’s directed life instead of creating our own..
ADDITIONALLY..
as life is recorded in associations with the past through material goods and other cognitive symbols of the mind AS well as constant worry over what can be multiplied by all the illusory fears we feed our minds.. for an illusory mind of the future
THAT IS often steeped in FEAR…
For me the practice of dance and creativity in all ‘free verse’ forms takes me into the peace of present but truly to escape mind distractions are easiest for me with free flowing dance..
where emotions.. senses.. become regulated.. and integrated.. as a ‘wholistic’ human animal rather than a life spent in head with a disconnect of the body that is mind too..:)
Ah.. ‘thanks’ for ‘sharing’ all ‘these’ beautiful ‘photos
of South America’ and the ‘natives there’ are certainly as beautiful as the ‘landscape’..
as the indigenous wild spirit of life can be so alive in these lands farthest away from the ‘start’.. as the nomads with ‘wilder’ genes among us travel farther to gain the greatest fruits of life…
But anyway.. my dream is always to marry a woman like ‘that’ so the Pacific Islander part of that still remains true for me.. as there is nothing more beautiful to me than the exotic wild of indigenous beauty
FREE!..:)
I love ‘your’ honesty.. and particularly in the world of online poetry that is certainly inhabited by the more conservative aspect of the introverted style of life.. which is naturally greater spent in introspective mind than body..
where rarely one travels to a place where one can even see the bright eye souls of what precedes words of free verse stream of creative conscious beauty or a science of words with intent of beauty…
I can honestly say.. the times in my life where I feel.. and yes.. look at myself as the oldest are in college in a life of straight A perfectionist way of books.. instead of flesh and blood life as a ‘normal’ human being..
for me as a natural extrovert…
And then again.. decades later as a government administrator..
manager.. supervisor.. fine pencil pusher.. behind a computer..
with no mistakes allowed for survival…
And yes.. I am and can be
somewhat bluntly honest too..
and hold nothing back of
the beauty that can be
a life spent
in positive emotion
in mind and body balance
that creates the greatest human potential
of what humans are overall evolved to be..
AS socially cooperative feeling flesh and blood animals who innately
instinctually and intuitively communicate with non-verbal flesh and blood language..
particularly innate reproductive attractions that are built into our genes for the stronger protector and the more voluptuous hips and fresh faced skin…
However again.. emotional animals are we.. and to repress or lose those pro-social emotions is to become the beast.. no matter gender or age..
rather than the beauty of what
can be the socially cooperating
natural human being that lives
to connect with others
rather than
‘stay
inside’…
Anyway…
i respect the introverts of life..
as caution is certainly an attribute required
for survival and my wife who never ages
is certainly an introvert..
where i just make comments
in my latest posts
in regard to this overall topic..
as her beauty is natural.. with never make up..
or work-outs at the gym.. for that Pacific Islander genetic gift…
And I have to literally work-out like an olympic athlete
to maintain my youthful moves in appearance
that still attract young women to dance..
as I happily document
these blessings
of my life..
in truly what it
means to be human..
to connect to each other
in sensual flesh and blood life..
truly no matter what age or gender…
YES..
To be alive with joy of life..
and that light shines in the eyes of joy and love
that I know no greater beauty.. as ‘ugliest’ of all can come
in dead eyes of the most perfectly symmetrical
and aesthetic pleasing rest of the body to accompany that…
And I know and feel this fully.. as I live life with illness of body and spirit in the past.. WITH those dead eyes for five years as a beast.. totally and permanently assessed.. both legally and medically as disabled..
shut-in like the ‘hunch back of Notre Dame’ and accompanied still by the beauty that is my wife.. who truly never ages ..still at age 45..
like the new movie.. the ‘Age of Adaline’.. where my wife never hesitates to report her age.. to folks who ask her.. if she’s out of college yet..:)
So yes.. thanks for posting this very interesting.. open minded.. honest.. and somewhat brave online poetic question.. with as many answers of timely synchronistic flavored interest..
from ‘noWORDY’ me..
of course..
smiles..:)
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i
am
FROM ONE too.. gaining great pleasure of peace from ‘seeing’
the happiness of others.. at peace and joy..
and truly that is what ‘Angels’ do..
they pray for others more than they…
So yeah.. we are two peas in a pod.. only separated by gender..
culture.. politics.. language.. traditions in religion.. age..
but you know what..none of that matters..
as we are brothers and sisters..
as children of GOD..
and truly tHere are
not many of ‘us’ truly
alive.. as can be.. and
words or books.. no matter
how ornate the covers or the
language.. will never tale the
tell of that
story fully..
so yeah.. wHerever i ‘hear’
or ‘see’ these children of GOD..
i cherish them..
i affirm them..
WITH AMEN…
I LOVE THEM SaME
AS GOD.. AS pArT OF GOD..:)
And that is the blessing
i for one.. always hope
and pray for you
two..
as truly
wallflowers
can be
the most
beautiful
flowers
of
ALLOVE
aka
ALLahLOVE…:)
To know how the details of the structure
wHere one is from is certainly
a path of wHere on may go..;)
Yes.. truly the loneliest place of all can be
when we are only from the records of others..as is then..:)
i suppose the best place to be to take the next step..
is to acknowledge the failures.. face them..
and move on where light shines forward..:)
A beautiful place to be full of action.. colors and all the sensate delight..
that comes from a life of mindful awareness that better knows where
it’s going now..:)
Ah.. yes.. and the best of all places can be that loving food.. midnight kisses and soulful prayers of the unconditional love of a mamma that makes young men grow the strongest of all as loving others as same..:)
Ah yes.. the wealthiest of philosophers often have the deepest fore bearers of all.. and that reminds me of the foreign diplomat.. my x-step mother’s husband that in this way is still a father to me.. long passed on.. with a vigor for saying it all with no hesitation..:)
Sadly.. they are a lost lot.. always welcome to me..
in all the corners of now where they still exist.. friend..;)
I love it when folks acknowledge
how much their pets.. dogs.. or cats..
lizards or hamsters.. are a great source of who they are now..
to come from noble dogs is to be best friends of others.. as well..:)
And cats do say a lot on that about me as well..
as i tend to wander and
come back
whenever..:)
Ah.. this
reminds me of my Grandmother
on the river making egg sandwiches..
while too poor to buy french fries at Burger King..
and yes.. i miss that woman more than the fries now..
as the loving touch of eggs.. beats the freedom of buying fries for now..:)
Yes.. again.. and again.. and again.. Papa do preach.. the mother’s love
is the glue that keeps all of it together to live.. in love..:)
Yes.. the smell of Eucalyptus is a memory for me too.. a most beautiful tree felled by a Hurricane Nurturing the sweet smell of blossoms.. from a stump.. hoping for it to come back.. and finally saying bye to that beloved tree..:)
Hmm.. one sounds like a precocious reader.. a lot like me.. when symbols for life come first.. and then the speech comes later.. i suppose that is where my love for words first exist.. and oh my goodness back again.. in alphabet soup overflowing bowls.. haha! with winks and smiles too..:)
This reminds me quite a bit.. of ‘Malcom in the Middle’.. with M instead of B.. and oh my goodness.. not too long ago.. i am raised more by TV.. than reality.. first born or not..:)
Yes.. i too am friend and from the seasons.. changing my creative powers from warm to extremely hot..;)
And love the move out of the box.. here.. as literal is not my game..
at least not anymore.. no matter Winter..Spring or Summer Fall…:)
And truly this makes me think what the children of machine will remember at this
age.. for video games.. and smart phones.. never truly knowing and FEELING
the Love of Home..:)
i do believe the stronger among us originate from all these challenges and more.. and truly the honesty of one’s challenges cannot be repeated too much for ones who truly understand the greatest lights come from the most challenging dark of life..:)
I love the fact that you do not shy from your
faith in origination from God here..
funny how folks can get so shy
when it comes to faith..:)
It wasn’t always that way..
and still isn’t..
at least now
where I live
for now..:)
i suppose that the origin
that is the father and mother
of culture is becoming drifter for all..
where all is portable and no homes exist
as everyone as nomad and hive inhabitant
in a strangest way to live..:)
i suppose the longest journey in life can be finding home..
and the honest truth i think.. is we lose it.. gain it.. lose it..
until it comes again.. and sooner or later.. i guess if we are lucky..
we find it in ourself.. to rest at peace with the
person.. and place..
we truly..
can never escape..:)
Haha.. i am from the same places replace Denmark with France and Spain and
interestingly enough this replaces my assumption that you are Japanese my friend..
When i picture you.. of course i picture the Samurai..:)
i see this.. this morning and loved it as it reminds me of the actual movie and book named ‘Love Story’.. back in the early 70’s with Ryan O’Neil.. and when i see the photo of your father.. it reminds
me of that story even more.. and the moral of that story.. as the one you have here. is ‘i am a liver’.. and love never means having to say one is sorry.. as one sees fit .. to do..:)
Truly beautiful.. and i do not see it at dVerse.. where i am waiting to comment on it there.. but you provide the prompt early.. and i follow suit.. but i leave out ‘from’ and get the boot..haha.. with smiles..;)..and winks..;)..x2 as well..:)
When one suffers or LIVES enough ..one finds that living..
is truly loving unconditionAlly.. no matter what.. comes
next..and truly it takes more than that movie then..
for that lesson to sink in for real life practice..
for me ‘write’ now..:)
Ah.. to blend and be with nature
is the most beautiful from
where now is always from
and from is now..:)
Oh my goodness.. i can certainly relate raised by a river..
cane poles.. a railroad track shaking the home like thunder
all through humid nights while frogs sing a melody loud and
clear of life…
Ah.. yes.. and then the anger does come.. from a culture that
cannot understand me.. and a culture
i cannot understand.. as well..
through problems with speech..
but nows do come and now is
much more clear to me..
and truly sad.. rather
than anger of the plight
i see for others..
who do not see..
what i for one see..
of life more fuller off
the tracks of culture..:)
A wild child life lived to the hilt
of Jazzy ways of opening up beer bottles..
with keys is interesting to me..
but beer too bitter
at that age
for me..:)
To know one’s life as ONE
with the land one lives on
is to be at peace
with all that
is kNOWn
from underfoot..:)
Yes.. with the allies of GOD.. country..
and family.. there is nowhere
from that gets better
than that..:)
Yes.. to be tender as Love and hard as strength is
to be a smart cookie.. that can bend
to all molds that true dough
can wield…;)
Truly i think.. regardless of the sociology
experiments in life that do come..
THAT strong father and
loving mother
who do
dream..
is alive.. still
in the dreams of the child..:)
Yes.. and to learn to appreciate both
the times we do fit and don’t fit in,
is freedom, at least for me..:)
in treasuring and never
fearing Unique..:)
A lesson of all ages for me;
now finally learned well..:)
and appreciated even better..
AS WELL..:)
Ah yes.. a child of technology and art is this..
And oh goodness.. i never expect anyone to make
it through over 8K words to comment.. my
greaTEST effort yet.. you are certainly
a ‘trooper’ out of the group.. smiles…
But unique for me lives on.. with or
without the look or
approval
from others..:)
Thanks so much for stopping by..
even the strongest among us..
can use a word of kindness..
here or tHere..
no matter
WHO
Unique
‘we’
are..:)
After over 30 years of ‘REAL’ work.. most of which are spent in the world of Federal Service.. heavy regulations.. and oh my GOD so much red tape.. in following all the rules with the finest points of pencils.. Poetry.. dance.. and martial arts.. which are delightfully similar to me.. is my escape for creativity and ART.. and the ZEN way of that is to practice and practice and celebrate imperfection as well.. as i am always mused when imperfection says the most in fewer or more words.. steps..
kicks.. and photos.. music..
and videos of course..:)
My greaTEST ACCOMPLISHMENT is never thinking about it.. not going back.. and moving ahead.. the same as a Nautilus or Robin Williams does in the DEAD POET’S SOCIETY..
LESS i fall off the desk of FREEDOM’S WAY.. in creativity of imagination in art more fully unleashed and released in continuously changing human influenced forms manifest as the Human ‘Quantum’ Mind Unleashed and Released FREE…
A blissful place that is to be.. when folks allow it.. so yeah.. a solitary one too..
as uncharted territory does scare the hell out of some folks genetically so..
more or less..:)
So yeah.. i guess.. in that way this speaks for
itself.. and thanks for your words of
inspiration and tolerating
that here..;)
as the practice itself is
gift enough
for
me..:)
Yeah.. i guess my definition of that is ‘we’ live in cultures
where ‘real’ work is considered something that
gains money or recognition; and without
THAT a person is of no value.
I like to think of and most
importantly FEEL
MY real work
as a work of
practicing
LOVE of life
in all i do.. but
that’s hippy talk
where i come from..;)
in deep south ‘fundie’
Red-State land.
I am born in ’60,
staying there
with the Beatles,
Yellow Submarines,
and Sargent Peppered
bands, I guess..;)
AND gnostic
JEsus,
dug up,
in
’59…
AT least for
now,
TG..:)
i dig it..;)
And don’t worry..
i pledge NOT to fill
up your page
like this
again..
with smiles…:)
Ah.. you take me to Australia..
perhaps it is dreams of Eucalyptus
leaves and imaginary Koala bears
that help along the way..
Ah.. Poetry is a delight
to me.. an
intermingling
of souls known
or not..:)
Ah.. yes.. ‘those’ minds are rather
cheap gadgets that spin.. ah to
go deeper than the spin..
is a place where
Bill O’Reilly
never spends..
i’m not seeing
Yogi now with
‘eyes’ of Bill
O’Reilly,
as past
or future
is his life
never
now
or
NOT
AS IT
MIGHT ALL
BE AN ADVANCED
ACT OF ZEN EGO..;)
i love all these poems to this prompt as each one brings
me back a new memory from the past.. and what
i remember here is tight spiraling stairs in an
old house so creepy that i only
get to the top once to see a
most beautiful photo
of a passed on
wife of a surrogate Uncle..
but that is the beauty of all
POETRY.. the places it takes us..
with or without so-called proper
form.. and that says nothing about
your poem as form is nothing i care
about
at
all as long as the
feelings and sweet memories
flow
alive for
now..:)
Ah.. yes.. the place wHere
dark and light meet is
the greaTEST spark
of life for me..
the dark is
light the
light is
dark
as
ONE
FORCE
OF
LIFE
AS ME FOR NOW!..:)
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Death is a child that never sleeps.. death is a lock of hair that never feels.. life is the curl of a girl or boy beneath a hood.. that will live on.. as long as we honor that in words of song..:)
Ah.. the dog of love.. lives in the cold and barren leaves.. in death of trees.. that no longer exist in hues of grey.. that January brings.. to souls that grow cold.. in SAD ways of dim light days.. of hearts no longer red.. with pale pink that cannot breath in and OUT..
BUT THAT dog lives on in growling growing love..
that cannot be put away for ever..
no matter rotten leaves..
or empty limbs.. of love..:)
Ah.. yes ..the boundaries of life..
a yes or no can bring.. a brief solitude..
of peace.. before the run goes on..:)
Funny.. for me.. with steps of dance free flowing.. without words.. leads to flow of words later.. greater.. with or without words of thought.. as dance continues.. in free flowing fingers of flow.. and human connection as well.. of water let go.. and free..:)
Yes.. it’s funny how grown men and so called boys.. yes.. including me.. laugh at poetic expressions and dance.. until they find out what works with the fairer sex.. and the greatest surprise of all.. is when that love comes home.. and becomes tHeir own..:)
Ah.. love.. the best of flow.. in painting.. writing.. dancing.. all arts of life.. is the moment.. all emotions and senses living the moment full.. and to let the art go for another day.. is another present of now.. to enjoy more fully.. as well.. in new art for now..:)
Ah.. God.. i miss all those poets.. and truly the only poet.. and line of poem.. i ever pay attention to in decades of life.. as poetry is gibberish.. to me.. more or less.. then..
is a few short words about ‘leaves of gras’s..
that tell the story of life..
whole.. from brow to sand..
to truly loving life as flesh and blood..now..:)
Yeah.. Walt is literally the one and only poet i know..
then at least.. No.. tHere are no high brow poets wheRre i’m from..:)
i know nothing about poetry.. i think Socrates says something in reason..
like that too.. other than heArt.. and i’ll keep it that way.. to come..for now…:)
i don’t know about poets in formal ways.. but i suppose here one shows that poetry works best for finding wholes of emotion of life.. seeing loves that are lost.. and seeking love in a heArt.. that can only fully be expressed.. in spirit of poetry flow.. from one.. heart.. in true..:)
Ah.. yes.. to love the dark of night.. is to love twilight in sunset.. the best.. as to love the dark.. is to better know the light.. with never fear.. of the other side.. of twilight’s life..then and now..:)
i think the lesson in green eggs and ham.. is a most valuable one from Doctor
Suess.. as in a NUTshell.. it tells us.. we do not have to be literally real..
as imagination.. can color the egg of life.. however we like..:)
So take that reality.. i own that egg for now..
nutshell or not!..;)
Non-fiction is a desert of life..
Fiction is a way of life..
Prose is a step between..
And Poetry says it all
in words of less..:)
Truly.. the whole bible is a book of mixed free verse poetry.. in no certain order
of rhyme.. never meant to be taken literally.. but like formal poetry not
all can see it.. or the freest verses of the bible either..
often locked in walls of literal.. for those
with eyes that only see little of far..:)
We live in a world mostly of mechanical cognition not conducive to the art of heArt..
so sometimes i think.. it is more likely to gain art.. when the escape from the robot brain
of work as is.. allows us to come home to heart again.. for me at least.. and my mother..
the middle-age poet flowered away from work.. as well..:)
The advice of Jesus to turn it all off and look within..
works as well today.. as it did for then..:)
Ah yes.. the Rorschach test of Poe’s clouds in skies..
delivers the demon of the soul to conquer for heart..
and poetry is the music of what lies beneath..
all the wings of angels and fiery devils above..:)
To describe nature as a lover is human’s highest prize..
and to be in love with nature like a lover is to
never be alone..:)
i’ll be the devil’s advocate
and say.. that’s sad as
moss is delightful in gray..:)
The frog of life
only jumps never
knowing pond..:)
Truly fascinating.. to consider neurosis vs impulse of action..
as neurosis never stops thinking.. and impulse never stops doing..
i think i’ll just do it.. like Nike says.. impulsively with
balance
and leave the thinking
to neurosis.. while i feel
the balance of impulsive
bliss..:)
Ah.. a love of life.. as we become directors..
producers.. and actors of our own play with GOD..
that no one can play but
us..
And the greaTEST thing of
all.. is it requires no
constructed
stage.. by
others at
all..
Yes.. just..
innate instinct
and intuition..
born again..
from
within..:)
Freedom is my cat..
he knows no different..
Freedom is me as cat..
losing thoughts and
being free
like
CAT
moving
feeling
sensing
loving
life
always NOW
And tRuly
it is
as
sim
ple
as
THAT..:)
Well.. time flies in the midst of several hundred thousand words..
and that’s what i’ve been up to.. since the 6th of last month..
You haven’t been here for two months now..
but at least i know you are alive and probably well..
as you come back long enough to approve
that one ping back of mine down tHere…
Yeah.. i don’t miss either the small
or big pictures of life anymore…
and sometimes that can be hard..
as well.. it can hurt to know
too much.. as well as little or less..
You write so lovely.. and i still pray for you
and hope you write again.. as you make a difference here
to many folks.. who follow along with your heart.. in words..:)
But alas.. I write a little bit when i am young.. and never come back to it..
until decades later.. and who knows by the time you come back later.. perhaps after kids are grown..
and affairs are in order or not.. you will come again then..
after i for one.. am long gone dead..
with a billion words or so..
left behind..
by then..
haha!..:)
And then if you have time..
you can get to know me again..
as who knows who i will be.. before this
life of mind is gone.. or after.. perhaps..
in words online..:)
But anyway.. at least for me.. friends are forever..
the greaTEST lesson of life
is to keep giving love
no matter
what…
Well.. hi there again.. and I am certainly not expecting a response so soon..
but you know me.. always full of words.. and retired with time to spare..:)
I love the story about your grandfather.. and before reading it i just
finish writing a little bit about my grandfather too..
He too.. is all caught up in his work… and keeps
up with it.. until his dying day with cancer around
my age now…
Yeah.. i’m in poet mode.. and am still moving
through ellipses and words shapes
for now.. hundreds of words
here and there..
without much planning of mechanical cognition to go along..
And I love the song you provide.. and i can certainly relate to
it in years gone past.. i like to reminisce where i’ve been.. to
more appreciate now.. and I dance a ballet flow
in Super-Walmart through the obstacle course
of clothes racks in and out of the main aisle
flow.. in the heavy traffic of Mother’s day
cards of purchase.. with some swinging
cuts of martial arts arms too.. listening
to flow of your music with that.. too…
The world is a place of heaven and hell..
and perhaps the worst place of all
is purgatory too.. as not going
up or down.. can be
a scary place to be…
The heaven for me is now..
but I will never forget hell
or the purgatory of another
ground hog day per
aghogday
ever
for now.. to
keep me in
heaven for
never ever
going back..
to either
of those places
again in life..:)
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How beautiful it is to weave the love of human.. in nature and the parking lots of modern culture.. the same.. wherever eyes of love exist.. the environment no matter what.. can become a song of love and worded bliss..:)
Ah.. yes to live in all the elements of life.. are all the elements to life of us.. to become one with all of this.. is certainly to never lone.. without purpose of a sunset day.. that never ends.. in hues of colors.. instead of black and white..:)
Ah.. yes.. the respect of wild of nature in the tame of us in the team of that love and wild we share.. and bring to each other.. with mares and golden manes of love.. wild and free..:)
Yes.. always best to identify.. name.. address and face the enemy of fear in no uncertain terms.. that it is not welcome and will NOT be accepted in life.. and truly perhaps the hardest with the real adversary of cancer…
Ah.. yes.. a world of images lived well.. released in words.. intermingling the way those images work together in tapestry of life.. to free those images in words.. unbound with pages of books of order.. is to see and please the mind as free..:)
Ah yes.. the quiet moments of harmony of emotions and senses that come with a mind and body in balance in the most wonderful animal present of now..
And we humans are so truly distracted now.. by a full platter served up now.. almost from birth.. of cultural noise and images that keep us in the plays of someone else’s directed life instead of creating our own..
ADDITIONALLY.. as life is recorded in associations with the past through material goods and other cognitive symbols of the mind AS well as constant worry over what can be multiplied by all the illusory fears we feed our minds.. for an illusory mind of the future THAT IS often steeped in FEAR…
For me the practice of dance and creativity in all ‘free verse’ forms takes me into the peace of present but truly to escape mind distractions are easiest for me with free flowing dance.. where emotions.. senses.. become regulated.. and integrated.. as a ‘wholistic’ human animal rather than a life spent in head with a disconnect of the body that is mind too..:)
Oh yes.. the changing color of mixing social norms.. where different most often seems to be the enemy of same.. so sad that different is not honored more than it is.. but when all of it is mixed together enough.. perhaps a smoothie species will exist..:)
Ah.. yes.. the rambling legs of frog.. skipping.. jumping.. smoothing.. until no obstacle prevents.. moon-lit skies in choirs of green..:)
Truly the time of clocks can be etched in stone.. when one.. faces a reality
that sleep brings no comfort life of rest.. the digital display beside the bed..
becomes a static display of the purgatory of a time spent without rest or
peace…:)
The death of human intellect of past and future is difficult yes..
but the sameness of a life not felt.. is a time spent only in time..
and never river of now.. so yes.. this life you speak of..
is likely like that.. a purgatory of death in life is not..:)
Ah.. yes i can truly say now with heart.. soul..
and spirit fully in tow and expressed that there
are worst things in life than losing intellect..
like imagination.. creativity.. and feeling life..
and as long as those exist.. even if.. they do not
make sense.. a heart.. a soul.. and spirit is still set free..:)
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Ah.. Layers..
is what i love about ART..
and same with poetry.. as with dance..
piano.. singing.. and martial arts.. in general…
There is no predicting ART that flows.. and to and thro..
in waves of layers.. each one blending
into the others for an ocean of song..
however that may come.. in words
or painting.. and so much more…:)
IS certainly a pleasure I love to do.. and love to read..
when i come across all layered efforts of ART that are simply amazing..
for the more interpretive and introspective among us.. in the multi-media
explosion ART of modern culture.. that consists as so many images.. words..
and songs of words.. almost everywhere we go..
For me to capture.. create.. and absorb it all..
is a fascinating way to live.. always now…
Truly for folks who love to do this.. we are living in a
REAL RENAISSANCE OF ART.. AVAILABLE..
accessible.. to the masses through
Internet avenues of Google..
YouTube and so many more..
and the best thing of all
is.. there ARE
NO outsiders
to ART now..
anyone with talent..
CAN show their wares..
almost for free with a few digital tools..
and the Love of ART set free in digital way..:)
Ah.. to live as layers of river.. is never lost apart..
to stay with the water of life.. instead of drought of heArt..
can be the refreshing Bavarian beer of light.. in REAL Illuminati way..:)
Ah.. yes.. the shades of day.. do limit the light of night..:)
Yes.. the many splendor of Romantic homelike
turning lights and water off.. cooking meals..
and pouring the finest wines available for relaxation too..
and ah.. the oceans and the rivers do it so beautifully too..
without effort of course.. as gravity and slopes
pulls the way from moon..:)
Ah.. yes perspective..
that’s truly what
it’s
all about..
and feeling
the empathy of a comet..
is to know.. that now..
is what it’s all about..:)
Ah.. yes.. heArt is never a time
that can be measured..
or a line of poetry
that can be metered..
or a fly of life that is only metal
winged by the machine of soul..
that never lives in spirit.. to begin with.. now or then..:)
Ah.. yes.. the critter of fear.. is a pesky not so small fritter of life..
but just to twitter it.. without
knitting a larger story of life..
is not as warm..
on cold day nights..:)
Arriving somewhere underdressed for the event..
does seem to be a bother for some.. but not for me.. haha!..
for never host.. or even needing a toast..
shorts are my style in mid-winter..
a warm one am i.. when all the ins
are cold and
I am
out as warm..:)
Yes.. the match that
rubs across the dragons
and peaches of youth in dance or not..
is certainly friction for an intoxicating way of living..:)
Sounds like a movie of Twilight in lucid dreaming..
before.. but not after sleep.. and all the stuff we like to experience..
when not held back.. by worlds and words of concrete.. only..:)
Cake..
truly a
microcosm
of life..
frosted in..
and never really
returning to spring..
as long as icing is gone..
and here again..:)
Yes.. moments do have feet of fears..
but always grounded in the earth of now..
no matter time or element.. now is always feat of now..:)
Ah.. yes.. the balance.. so blessed to find.. and to stay in balance..
is treasure sought.. and equally gold to stay in balance in hallowed role..:)
So true to seek within.. call it… find it.. and write it all down..
may seem fiction to others..
but truth remains..
when within becomes light.. and the dark of outside becomes
bright as well..:)
So true.. the illusion is that we are
separate from the forest of all of life..
and yet the forest
can and never wills..
but is the oneness
that forest brings ..
in enlightening way again..:)
Arthritis .. is black creature of life that TG comes and goes for me..
and for now.. after two years of mostly pain free.. i chase it away farther..
in every way i can..:)
Ah.. yes.. the home of the Blue Angels is wHere i am from..
the roar of the engines do shake the roof of above..
and a picture i take of a static statued one..
is delight for patriotism.. as well as bright
blue eyes of sky and steel..:)
Yes.. the earth can be a hungry fellow with quakes
who know no taste.. for human wills for survival..:)
Ah.. yes. the Spring that comes without
feeling can be a spring of death
in life.. as is.. when feelings leave.. and senses are all that is left..:)
Ah.. we humans with gilled structures not fully formed in development
have ancestral home in seas of oceans.. and so lucky are we to still live
close to the salt water that still flows red in our veins of life.. as the rivers flow
to the ocean of life as well.. and yes 90% of human populations still live relatively close
to some body of water.. as after all 90% of humans are constituted by water as well of life..:)
i suppose the truth is that the oceans of human life are one blanket
of sand that holds together as one.. with sand and rivers flowing
same to overall seas of life.. that sometimes culture
hides with blinding darkness of lies.. or mistruth..
sad but true.. perhaps..
but overcome able
i do believe as abled..:)
Ah yes.. a most lovely thing that Winter brings is
a cycle of live instead of a
one way
trip..:)
Ah.. yes.. the dark and light bricks of castle life.. SO important that the
dark of bricks do not fall the light of bricks come tumbling down
in despair of soul.. and to name that darkness.. whether
dark brick or not.. to assess the damage and
to move on fearlessly to rebuild
with light bricks again..
makes the castle
of life fortified
forever
more
now!..:)
Ah.. yes..
the evolution
of
ART growing
through shades of charcoal..
colors of love.. and finally acrylic and oil..
that never fades away.. yes.. oh yes..
Art heals.. when fully expressed
and never
hidden..:)
Ah.. yes.. the human connection in layers of lips..
will exceed the materials of desires for those with love..
but of course there are loveless lips as well..
of those with fewer layers of soul.. heart..
and spirit expressed in lips or hips or not..:)
Ah.. if only the peace of nature and the simplicity
found in the flowing streams of the forest..
can be as smooth in humans..
but storms do brew..
and rage too..
in dark of thunder pages..
from the books of life..:)
Yes.. the spirit of the Egg..
in all its running woes..
poked.. poached.. scrambled..
until Egg feels no more..
but alas.. there can be life.. with shells picked up..
hum pity dum pity.. making his pieces play again..
together.. more together.. broken pieces put together..
Egg once more.. with bright yellow sun in middle.. flied..
in light.. instead .. of heat.. radiating Center Spirit Egg..
once again..:)
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All the opposites in Nature do contrast with the feelings of dark and light that can be
enjoyed in balance.. as without rain there cannot be flowers of hope..:)
Ah.. yes.. to escape the conceptions of others is to look within..
but never is strength but to love
one self and all others
too.. in all the colors
of black
and
grey..:)
Yes..
and angel
of destiny
can be friend or foe..
but to love foe as friend
is destiny uncovered..
as least for now..
and more
to come..:)
i suppose GOD wants to enjoy ..a little a LOT of ALL.. and NONE of dark and light..
SO what better way.. than.. to evolve as humans TOO.. and bring in the dirt of night..
AND mold life in clay of passIonS in pieces of minds.. bodies in balance.. or NOT..
AND the RAGE OF NOW IN graceful harmony in roll coast tide…:)
One of the most courageous ways of life is
to survive in fear.. and lord knows these days
anxiety is a common way.. ah one day the
fear is gone.. and the blessings of peace
are remembered in fear before..:)
Ah.. lovely signs of all that is meaningful in purpose.. make life
a passion of living.. and the more observing.. absorbing and
enjoying.. with open minds employing now.. makes way for
more signs of synchronicity.. to come together to make
a wonderland of magic.. in purpose and meaning
Loving LIFE..:)
Oh.. Lord.. the school of thesis and opposing antithesis brings back
memories of sidewalks of English.. oh GOD.. back then.. i cannot
come up with a paragraph WITH a mind of multiple choice answers
to fill holes with.. and OH god..
now i cannot stop the paragraphs from
coming.. coming.. more.. again..:)
Ah.. yes.. darkness is pervasive.. and part of light..
and i suppose the best way to light is
from within.. and never relying
on others to light dark
for us..
and then.. just
a joy in now.. as
others
light US
UP..:)
Oh.. goodness.. with ADHD that breathe in and out stuff will
not work for me.. to be still is to be crazy.. to move..
is divine for me.. and when I feel no weight
of 230LBS.. the success is plain to
feel.. in floating on terrestrial
land as heavy
light weight..:)
Ah.. yes.. to follow the Sun in its
breakfast light to the height of the lunch of noonday
break.. to the evening sunset of dinner
in twilight..
is to enjoy the break
fast of tomorrow in light..:)
Ah.. yes.. i guess.. that is why the Mocking bird
repeats what is said.. by birds.. the mask
of colors.. come by beaks of others..:)
Ah.. the patterns of the past no longer hold.. as true..
as now the girl in the front is the rear in
the bootie dancing.. accosting
fronts of boys.. in
new age of
dance…
Times are a
changing and
roles are becoming
more blurry.. every new
dance that comes.. in now..:)
Rape is story that knows no heart..
often a vicious cycle of child not
loved as well.. to grow a heart..
strong in emotion and
connection to others
will not ease the souls
and hearts taken away..
but at least there is hope for
the next generation to be ruled
by heart instead of hate alone…
Ah.. the archetype of man as knight..
My mother spotting the rugged beard
of my father and mystical green eyes
as ATF agent.. in a courthouse.. and
says whoever is married to that man
must be the luckiest woman in the
world.. ah.. but little did she know
then that the FULL PACKAGE
does NOT
talk
at
ALL…
Anyway.. that’s
how i get here..;)
Yes; LOOKS count
A LOT..:)
IS
THE
BOTTOM LINE.
And yes, my wife falls into
THE SAME
TRAP..:)
AND SHE HASN’T
ESCAPED
YET!
BIG SMILES, AND GRINS TOO..;)
And thanks dad;
you didn’t give me love;
but you
gave me
something….
MY WIFE!
And by the way, thanks for
inspiring that FRIEND;
i sorta needed that
today..:)
AND now i am no longer
short on words
like,
DEAR DAD, PASSING AWAY,
LAST YEAR, ABOUT
THIS TIME,
NOW!..:)
And if ALL THIS.. IS too much for your
comments section.. please feel free to
delete; as yOur inspiration is
what truly
counts
for me;
friend unknown;
but friend
still…. in the big scheme
of
life….
The treasure of emotions.. to soar into joy and lavish despair..
to know truly in hEAart that pain is joy and joy is pain.. the balance..
the opposites.. the play of life.. to take IT ALL IN and to express IT this way..
is human freedom at iBEST! of worst! @BEST!..
WITH SMILEs and winkS
@the end of ALL..:);)!
simply@!
Ah.. opposites of attraction.. no the voice.. yes the silence..
no the song.. of bees and birds.. who do the circle.. diversity of life..
ah the differences.. are the blessings.. love and hate..
all between.. all diversity.. kNOw
that’s life..:)
Yes.. the love of flower pressed in photos.. is not alive but in heArt
of living love.. yes.. memories are nice..
but love is kind..
connecting
and
never flower
of photos pressed
in print
a
lone..:)
Ah yes.. the free verse form flows with lyrical beauty
of innate human voice.. no different really than
Nature’s golden spiral of Waves rushing
in and receding out in Shoreful
tunes of loving life..
Why why WHY.. DO THEY
take that ALL away
and make sidewalks,
instead
of
Loving
LIFE.
YES! FREE VERSE AM I! too!
and Much more than words
in paragraphs
a
lone or
sidewalks
two..
THeRE is me
ONE as FREeD..:)
Yes.. i too am only blessed with short life of an offspring child..
but this child only lives 51 days.. and known immediately from birth
is his short life’s fate.. and to know truly that the way we live..
in valuing life over suffering.. is sad as well.. as death is
his only respite from 51 days of painful suffering in a
culture that fosters selfish means of surviving
over suffering and the blessing of death..
Ah.. the lessons of life arrive in small and suffering packages..
ah.. the lessons of culture never learn the truth of Nature set free..
where suffering is often as much.. fostered by a way of life
that never truly lives a life… as full..
But the end lesson for me is.. i am fortunate.. life is gift..
and to live it anything other than gift is a curse set down up all
of Nature’s mutations that some suffer through and others thrive..
So yes.. the misery of a child becomes the blessings
of my life to give to others to
honor the suffering of that child..
and we.. no matter how small and suffering
are in this game together from birth of suffering or death
as life…. YES.. his life is worth IT and IT still lives on
in my eyes.. as well..
TOTALLY WELL..
AND ALIVE
IN
LIFE..:)
AS a person who one times loses both intellect and emotions..
i have to say that the panic of losing intellect
is nothing compared to
the numbness
of losing
emotions..
as without emotions
there are not even any reference
points
for feeling…
They say with this assassin
of the brain that the emotions
and feelings are the last to go..
and if there is any respite
or silver lining
that is truly
it as far as i
for one who
has ‘LIVEDEVIL’
in total darkness
before.. And the loss
of emotions is horrifying
compared to not navigating
the world in words
of
logical thought..
as there is not even
any horrifying
EMOTIONS
in that
place
of
BLACK
WHERE TRULY EVERY
SECOND IS AN
ETERNITY
OF
LITERAL
HUMAN HELL…
Where there is fear.. smiles..
and grimaces.. theRe
is still life IN LIFE..
with or without
the logical thoughts
of
humans alive OR dead
in life with nothing..
as nothing..
as
BLACK..:)
Ah.. yes.. to be hated
and loved well in life..
IS TO LIVE..
WELL.. AS
WELL
DOES
BE..:)
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Reminds me
of the song “Isn’t it ironic”..
when all the directions we go.. come back
to surprises of the last place we think we’ll go..
i try not to think so much anymore.. of where i’m going..
where all can be accepted.. as coming naturally.. all the lands in now..:)
Ah.. yes.. the dry word of leaves without much feeling..
the barren desert of heart and soul.. not expressing spirit…
the lives of leaves livedevil in death of life.. not really living..
and the spring of all that come again.. alive.. in all the cycles..
of dark and light AS Life..:)
A color for the day.. a color for the senses..
a color sings emotions.. and a palette of all
for life as is.. in rainbow delight.. and
so much more.. where colors tread to live
in splashes of wonder to delight..:)
A place i am..
A place i go..
Around a block..
That is my home…
Street Lights too bright.. for Soul of Darkness..
AND pain.. to withstand.. a walk of dead.. goes on…
A HeArt long past dead.. A Spirit no longer expressing
anything but words.. darkness.. and pain.. Yes.. this
is hell.. and i am Devil at 2AM.. shades covering eyes..
a body cold as ice.. in the middle of the Summer..
a Jacket.. torn and tattered.. covering the cold
of years.. in death alive.. an outcast from
all that is alive.. where cat is more human…
There is no human or Nature connection.. then
for me.. senses.. emotions.. completely dead..
All that is left is the wrath of pain.. Where is
GOD.. who is GOD.. what is ALLAH..
ALL when DEVILIVED NOW…
There is no escaping hell or heaven..
in nows.. but we have so much to say..
for the place we eventually end up..
for now… and in between..
purgatory too.. yes.. NOW..
To feel.. and sense..
and be alive..
requires
no words..
at
all…
ToDAY.. I skate dance backwards
in Golden Spirals.. with EVENing
Sun.. on sands of beach..
swirling in the wind
of Allah’s breathe…
5 miles in 1 hour
the tracks i leave..
are of no animal
but me..
and
Allah
ONE
TRUE…
IN Golden
Spiral LIFE…:)
Ah.. the Calla Lilies of a lonely soul..
reaching out and touching memories..
with all of sensual hold.. and the death
of dreams do bring back.. the CALLa
liLies Black…
Yes.. to lose a dream of wonder..
is a place of much regret..
no wonders gained..
no wonders lost..
no wonders be..
when they are lost…
But there is always
morrow night..
With more dreams
coming in delight..:)
Ah.. yes.. the best time for Love..
IS when life is not a clock..
tHere is no time for Love
and no Love for time..
when now rings Truest..
in Freedom’s Way..:)
Ah.. so much to think of..
in a modern night of rest..
Ah.. so dreams do wither..
when.. problems do
come first..
instead of
imaginary
nows..
fulfilled
as real..:)
Ah.. but what is love but no words..
when scarves do tickle nerves of love..:)
Ah.. but what is words but no love..
when nerves of love do starve to tickle..:)
Ah.. the mind of a life on rewind.. a mind that absorbs
all still recalled.. ugh.. an escape is what i make as
great.. as ugh.. oh my GOD.. this is the mind of
mine i finally lose.. a couple of years ago..
not precisely.. but in general effect
of ‘too much information’
running through
‘Sting’s
Head’…:)
Yes.. the tune of life in all the jazz..
and rock it comes and rolls
WITH.. is best taken..
i believe.. in waves of now..
as particles in fields..
of oceans..
in Art..:)
Yes.. the hunger of passionate midnight lamps do come..
to instill a love of light.. in path of human truths
come pleasure.. pain.. in tween..
life.. is real.. in passion play..
when all is love as
night and
light..:)
Ah.. the co-pilot of 2am creativity
always a willing navigator..
to life anew.. in
imagination
come true..:)
Ah.. the cure of mind wandering in roads of angst..
in past and future of interest yet to come..
the stilling oceans of movement..
sometimes practiced well..
takes mind away from words..
finally into body..
a feeling of peace and rest..
yet.. not.. accompanying words of life..:)
The owls song of 2 am too of hoo am i..
second time around the clock of life
is wHere.. i am at 2 am i..:)
2am and bars of life..
is a drunken
brew of hopes of life..
sometimes the flowers of girls live..
in hopes of young men’s dreams..
but the drink goes on.. as long as 2am.. comes again..:)
Yes.. the earth is a human dream.. of i am and zam of i dreams..
when 2 am.. comes delivering as earth.. where dreams of human..
are never the
same..:)
90% of school is truly a personal waste of time..
a cultural product to keep the whole of society
running automatically with same as robot humans..
to get in the know truly.. is to eventually escape
the know of school.. and cultural byproducts of time now..
infinity more.. as free verse human experience..:)
Yes.. the impermanence of sky at night.. is perhaps a Universal
understanding.. that all changes.. and nothing.. not
even stars.. remain
the same..:)
Ah.. snow.. the transforming power of silk lattice angels
falling on the rust of barbed war fences.. does bring
a peaceful delight to the soul of human..
perhaps peace as well.. in not warring ways..:)
Yes.. night of 2am.. is soul-lit muse.. singing dark hymns of bliss..
light whole mares strangest.. in all of hope.. 2am imaginary creation…
in life.. is where i stand.. wHere 2am can be anytime..:)
So true.. the clock never knowsNow..
twilight of lucid dreaming.. awake lives in 2am hours..
of witness brew.. that no one sees.. but the artist true..:)
The freedom of the night is a wonderful brew.. of coffee beans unshelled to
a life won true.. ugh.. without limits.. nightmares do sizzle.. ah.. without
limits.. the artist does.. come alive.. in 2 am hours of imaGiNary deLight!..:)
Yes.. when rest of world is quiet.. art comes alive..
in creative subconscious factory.. of imaginary
toys.. of human mind and body.. in illustrious
tears.. of life in light.. of sad in bright..
of all of life.. in colors of rich..
moon-lit lair.. of fair..
in life..:)
Yes.. the eyes of Yogis..
never sleep in darkness..
are wide awake in repose.. of always
recovering in light that never grows old..
a spirit living forever.. in mores of now.. a life of
love that is strong yet never attached to death
of knowing love only grows
stronger
as
death of other
than living life..:)
The moon of eyes of living love.. the depth
of craters that are no sand..
the iris of color..
the pupil
of
life..:)
The night fears.. the human mares..
the horse’s courage..
can still..
the dreams..
of demon’s
spawn..:)
Ah.. to be alive and sober
at 2am.. in bars of life..
uninhibited..
and strong in focus
of nightlife love..
is truly an
advantage over
others who
imbibe to
live free..
where sober ways come
too.. as human free.. even in
bars of life.. where free’s alive..:)
An elf am i.. at 2am..
tall or short.. i play..
as elves..:)
Ah.. the purr of cats.. in Tai CHI rhythm.. can be
the best sleep medicine.. of all of night..
in all of dark.. of light of night..
of day.. as well..
in well of life..:)
Words become friends at 2 am.. willing lovers..
who can never turn away.. to others sides of beds or covers..
yes! words are my friends.. and fortunately.. oh my GOD yes..!
they keep coming and never go away… sometimes to the dismay..
of others now.. so haha! is what i say.. as words love me with
unconditional love the same.. and oh MY GOD.. truly! is me in the words..
the whole time.. hidden as me..forevermorenow.. my words live as me..:)
The circle is ocean field.. the spirit ! of i..
the wire is wave.. the I.. as Zen ego I..
the pin point.. in middle.. is particle as i..
yes.. the seat and seed.. as soul i..
‘who’ directs.. the heArt.. as ego I..
and the spirit !.. expressing the actor I..
‘who’ is wave of i.. and the best of all..
is when soul.. heArt.. and spirit.. become one..
as i…ONE with the rest of Nature of ALL THAT IS
AS METAPHOR FOR THE ALL KNOWN..
AND FEELING.. AS GOD NOW…
Ah.. the threes in life..
they do come in pairs..
but when they join and become one..
there is never anything.. but bliss
in now.. as 3 in 1.. the magicK human
form.. becomes magicK LiGht
in living
noW
ONe..:)
Ah.. yes..
for some 2am is darkness..
for some it is light..
for some it is work..
and for some it is play..
for some it is the termination
of an electric chair life.. for others..
it is a cue.. for sensual delight..
ah.. 2am is certainly a metaphor
for
life..:)
Ah.. yes.. a busy life knows best..
awake at dawn.. work of life..
in practice does come..
and rarely does the time of 2am..
ever break sweat of a midnight brow..:)
Ah.. if young can taste old.. the nows will be grand..
for the now of life.. ah.. yes.. the spring of young..
when living old.. is a delight of life..
but the crevices of dark..
do slip between tangles
of brain still alive..
and only partially
here for now..
in greys
of still
of
life
gone past…
Yes.. lovers gone past..
in times come present..
always a delight when love..
does come
again..:)
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Truly sad to be slave of love and never love alive…
Ah.. yes.. messengers of love need no clothes of culture to
spread a feeling of love.. or even words.. as love is
of the expression in bodies of love..:)
OH GOD yes! a spoon of mechanical cognition in worry
and caution over living.. does not make the
medicine of love.. ever come up.. as human
heArt..:)
Ah yes.. guns and monsters.. go hand in arms..
in dark soul night..of bruise and batter
dryfuLL tears.. makes death a gift..
never..
to fear again..:)
The wilder Indian Spirit flows with fists of fury..
the rage lives inside.. the pride of living..
the cost of survival.. is truly often
holding back.. so i suppose
the Sheriff is correct..
that the first person
to throw a stone should
not die for that.. as well..:)
The older I get the more I realize most of us are foreigners of our nature..
And that’s a had place to live in nature.. in most any culture the same
time.. my passport has no cultural clothes.. but i am always welcome
among others of nature who are free..:)
Ah.. the heat in India of windows with no
air conditioners.. is certainly a humid
steaming treat.. in Florida days of
swelter too.. as AC pleases..
but what i find
is to stand the heat is to appreciate
the cool of Summer night.. as
well as flowering smells of
living life.. and it takes
a Hurricane named Ivan
to provide that living lesson..:)
Ah.. i too.. love the sprinkles of rain
on tender green.. where green
is brighter.. with crystal
drops of light..:)
So true there are some human places we never
go and some that others come from we
can never visit.. sometimes
the only answer is
to be there.. as is..:)
Yes.. the greatest thing about lilies.. roses..
bees and birds.. is they only live
and never die.. as die..
is not
live..:)
Ah.. the rising gator from marsh of grass..
never lingers away from life..
the gator knows what’s
real is at the
edge of
sharp and ready teeth..:)
A cold.. easy night for blood of hound
A sniff.. a wait.. the prey awaits..
The time for chase is coming soon..
Yes.. the jack rabbit darts away..
But hound too slow.. in bowl of food..:)
The rain drops of life do shower.. so
much.. of living life.. sad that we cover
ourselves from this great glory..
of tears of GOD.. come down..
in tender stories..:)
Ah Rip Van Winkle.. the hero
of insomniacs snoozing round
the world.. where sleep is life..
and worries.. no longer intrude..:)
Ah.. the wilted flowers of life gone by..
and 15 minutes left of the first anniversary
of my father’s death.. and he already teaches
me about death as that’s how it goes.. so i
dance when he dies and I dance again.. alive..:)
Ah.. yes.. a life experienced in breadth
of dark and light.. is a light well
mixed.. as worth living now..:)
Well.. truly it likely comes down to love..
love well given.. and received.. by a village..
is the best medicine to requite the violent
of hearts and minds.. never wired for love…
Sadly the villages are gone
away with love…
Hate stays where love
goes that never changes…
Ah.. and as the ‘King’ does show ‘Memphis’
can become a way of life.. with or
without the blues of shows
as YouTube brings it all to life..:)
Ah.. the seasons do change and
so many challenges of
change do come.. but
funny how when we
weather challenges
they often disappear..
Weather used to master
me.. but now I master it..
but that’s a practice and not
a gift.. alone.. is part of my lesson..:)
Ah.. the chalice of love.. is a never
ending story.. where love never
gives up.. and keeps growing
even.. in torrents of strife..:)
Ah.. yes.. DNA expressed in words as coded..
is fabulous in genes or not.. and what
i enjoy the most.. is interplay
between S and Mia..:)
The best thing i love about life now is..
i don’t care if folks hear me or
not.. life is too short to
worry about folks hearing us..
in the toilet rooms of life..:)
Truly it’s amazing how much of darkness and
light in way of human emotions and senses
become the environment itself.. in associations..
of feeling life.. and more amazing when we
control those associations in mostly light..:)
Ah.. the dust bowl in depression of spirit..
can come in any dirty way.. of living away
from heart and soul.. it is often the
robot of keys that take us there
away from expressing spirit..:)
Ah.. a world where elders do still inspire young.. and young
feed elders light of wonder that does inspire wisdom
in growing older.. but never weaker in spirit way..:)
Ah.. the fury of nature.. is a valuable human lesson
sizing us down.. and where i live it is certainly
the power of Hurricanes that brings
that lesson home.. they leave
in 2008.. and haven’t come back..
and I WILL HOPE AND pray they stay
away..:)
When the grass goes in my back yard..
The sandy loam beaches come back
once again..:)
Ah.. yes.. the emotion of condescending can certainly take one
from the task at hand.. and a good cop will always be
able to stay in the moment without these
darker emotions..:)
Ah.. to keep up with trendy culture is to know the
crocs of life.. i know nothing of trendy..
but i make my own trends come alive..:)
Stress.. worry.. and debt.. are sure tickets
to an earlier grave.. best to separate
early.. as to live a life in balance..:)
Ah.. the mystery paintings are the ones I love
best.. where the artist often has no clue
of the significance of that..:)
Ah.. the blues of eyes and hearts and souls..
do relate poetry.. like this..:)
Yes.. the child of creativity comes and goes in the
best of artistic eyes.. but growing with elements
of innate instinctual and intuitive creation activity..
creativity can stay alive..:)
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Ah.. yes.. me too.. i love the hearts carved in wooden bench..
and you know now dear.. that bench that serves as part of swing..
is born the same year as you in ’93..
as i think i have your birth year correct.. at least..
And that is the same year.. that our house is constructed..
that is also 21 years old like you too.. going on 22 this October..
the house by the way.. as i am not sure of your precise month of birth..
but yeah.. Ynot.. i am curious about that.. as all other stuff in life..;)
Anyway.. in bench years.. weathered by hot and humid Florida Sun..
that chair is as old as anything in ‘dog years’..
of weathered storms.. oh yes.. placed on the soil..
it too weathers Hurricanes Erin.. Opal.. Ivan.. Dennis..
and Katrina to some degree..
yes.. the biggest baddest Hurricane
of them all.. in the U.S.. Ms. Katrina is she..:)
But anyway back to bench years..
wife Katrina will love to replace that bench
with something new.. not weathered.. not cracked or broken..
as wife Katrina is a perfectionist.. that i too at one point am too..
if more than her.. in some ways of rigid routines of life…
The story of bricks of life..
that i will summarize a little later.. as part of this lesson of life for me..
Oh.. and then there is the 20 year aluminum siding guaranteed to stay white..
that after 7 years.. begins to peel a little at the edges..
that wife Katrina does want immediately replaced
and not touched up with paint.. as that is not perfect form as well..
Ah the forms of life.. invented by humans.. they do restrict life…
To celebrate life with a broken down bench.. that just serves to remind me
of the beauty of imperfection that no longer serves any purpose
but meaning like that..
Is a lesson In life
of the bricks around the flowers of my home..
that i line up perfectly in sacred geometrical shapes..
and when i get ill.. as wife Katrina hates those shapes..
she removes them from my flower beds..
and then the garden that is my life’s work…
as truly that is my only activity that
comes close to connecting me
to God
during my decades of work…
So i think it’s the end of my world..
as that’s all i have of remembering GOD..
in part.. left in those bricks then..
But ah.. the blessings that come..
a pile of bricks disordered remain..
in the corner of a bed.. since i become well
and have the strength of five men..
I leave them there…
as I know now
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY FEEL
that God lives within me.. not a brick.. not a bench..
and most importantly NOT a book.. or even a word..
God is energy.. God is Power..
God
is
LOVE
and GOD
is also
a bench..
a book..
and
a word..
but most
importantly
GOD
IS
ALL…
THERE IS NO
SEPARATION.. NO
MATTER LOSS OF
BENCH.. BRICKS..
OR
WORDS
MY FRIEND
RAFIAH.. AND
THAT IS GIFT
I PRAY FOR YOU..
TO ALWAYS HAVE
ALLAH.. GOD.. THE
FORCE.. OR WHATEVER
METAPHOR YOU USE
FOR THE UNAMED
BEAUTY OF THE
WHOLE
OF
GOD
TO LIVE INSIDE
YOU.. EXPRESS
AND BE YOU
FOREVERMORE
NOW.. WITH ME
AND ALL OTHERS
AND EVEN A
GRAIN
OF
SAND
AS
ONE
OF COURSE
ON
COU
R
S
E
NOW
!..:)
Ah Yes.. Love is blind.. Love is Free.. Love is no mind.. Love is heArt…
Soul is me.. Soul is you.. Soul is us.. Soul is we.. in mind and body
Spirit we see.. Spirit we hear.. Spirit we touch..
Spirit we taste.. Spirit we smell..
Proprioception with nerves..
bones.. ligaments.. tendons..
muscles.. flesh.. and blood
skin all over we
becomes one
with Nature’s
environment
and the six
senses of
human
are
complete
with LOVE
my
Friend..:)
And Spirit
becomes union
of me.. you.. us..
and Unconditional Tough
Love is the Seventh LOVE
of God with WE.. all feeling
soul in mind and body balance
heArt of all nuances of emotional
feelings and senses and Spirit
expressing Unconditional Tough
Love Freely.. and then some
humans love with gifts..
affirmations..
quality time..
acts of service.. along with
affectionately connecting touch
for 5 ways of love and then there
is the 6th love of Altruism.. up
to laying one’s life down
for a
friend
AS Sacred Love..
All part of Tree of Life
with no particular order
shape… or size.. Oh..
and then there is
mind and school
and such as
that
often killing
the rest
of that
Tree of Life with
Tree of Crystallizing
Knowledge as robots sipping
vine of yesterday..
never truly
Loving Now…
Tears of God
Vines
flow
IN
heArt
filling
Souls
WITH SPIRITS
BOLD BALANCING
Ah.. yes.. important to name one’s fears.. face them..
and let them go.. but to bring in fears that are not part of life..
is not something i care to take part of.. and i no longer watch TV..
and interestingly.. there is no more twilight sleep of the random
memories of a day spent in someone else’s play..
i find comfort in a voice that belongs to me..:)
But wife Katrina says she likes to see the bad
guys get caught.. but reality doesn’t always
work that way.. i’ll stay in one.. that is light..:)
The ride in nature.. is a ride i love too..
in the steps of nature come true..
and truly the beauty..
is in each step and cycle..
of tales alive..:)
A move to home.. a hope for grass..
a fear of sand.. is what i live first..
and with all the lush of green..
now the sand i love..
the most i feel
in toes of
sand.. alive as
me.. as grains
of sand become
love
in
me..:)
Ah.. yes.. when we see the painted layers of life..
on human form.. a jagged edge of colors lorn.. tale me..
my mind is deeper ..not torn.. as lorn makes sense..
and i know not why.. before Google tells me so…
Ah the irony of reality..
the layers of what is now..
is so much more than
layers
of
before
born that’s now..
a synergy of canvas
tapestry.. is where we live
for
now..:)
Well.. the Navy station I spend decades..
as a civil servant as well.. is noted for huge
mutant jet fuel watered frogs.. in fog point
morning of ‘copter wings…
Amazing the depth of those bullfrog roars..
and truly any Chinese Restaurant dreams of legs..
As a younger man.. i enjoy the waves more..
with tight breasted shirts..
and polished high heels..
but that is before the office
life part of the career.. it
takes five years of that
part to almost kill me..
Frogs or not.. or
horny toad waves..
ah.. the old terms
of the salty sailors..
and Racoon ways..:)
Ah.. a life of youth in river front fishing with cane poles for me..
and the jagged faces of lives of elders lived hard and well..
soft hands are mine then.. and finally the callouses of life
come.. and TG the heart is no longer hard.. as love
is the fish i catch for now..:)
Yes.. the map of brain.. a structured place of mechanical
cognition.. the things.. the objects.. no rings.. the places
without feelings.. are maps of cold.. so i throw the map
away.. and hitchhike my way
across emultimotionverse..:)
Ah… for me too.. the escape of North Florida
humidity and heat.. thunder and lightening..
and pouring rain.. but eventually
tropical mist.. to cool a face..:)
I am so amazed at the nature of
sidewalk life.. when the oceans of life..
and wilderness ways.. live on in focus
to live alive.. never
seeing care of
human way..:)
The songs and hues of Nature are
my favorite things too.. to smell
alive is to see the color’s view..:)
To live the eyes of bandit way..
To feel the fur of Raccoon moves..
To see the eyes alive.. yet dark circles
yes.. is to be more than thief.. without
bounty of Nature’s Love..:)
Wife sees me as beast.. i see her as beauty..
i do get the best of that deal.. and she does
the household duties.. and i’m not sure
what i am.. i just am.. just am..
just the facts ma’am.. i tale wife..:)
Ah.. to find peace in Unconditional Love of GOD
tough or not.. is a place i’ll stay weathered
through storms and sun delight..:)
Ah.. yes the prompts of the morning cats.. is purr over me..
and a scratch on vanity mirror that tales tell tails…
of love’s morning meows..
I’ll live for that for
fur of love
that stays
with me
now
of
meow
sounds grand piano for we..:)
Ah.. yes.. peacocks of presents are not a way of love for me..
but my wife has at least a thousand dolphins..
as gifts of bottle nose.. and fins
are her way of Love..
more dolphins come…
‘Yes.. dear’.. more
dolphins..:)
Ah.. yes.. the handcuffs in arms of bird and cage..
where left arm is bird of free..
and right arm is cage of prison..
Ah.. how these metaphors
do come in fruition for
right-brain and
left-brain converse
hands of living..:)
Ah.. the sweat of flowers is the rain of dew..
the dew of humans is a flowering heart..
the work of art.. is in between..
circling around a
flower’s
sweat..:)
Ah.. yes.. the awe of the breakfast ritual.. measure down
to the omelet truth.. but wait thERE are no eggs..
in story.. true.. but i am dreaming the
eggs are scrambled
in a mind a like
that is
waiting
sleep..:)
A coffee cup of memories.. a rich brew can tale..
but is there any more coffee less poetry
of this..:)
Yes.. the pitfalls of life often do come
to greater love connections..
and those who do pass on..
continue to live in
those loving eyes..:)
Now that i write
21 micro poetic responses
in two hours.. i’ll hit the bed..:)
Ah yes.. the bronze cup of beauty
filled to ooze no longer with
snooze.. a bright
new day
of life
is
dawning..
Yes.. there’s nothing
like a stiff cup of coffee
early in the morning.. to get going….;)
Ah.. gay Paris.. or is it Perrier.. not sure.. but the lights
of eyes in glistening water.. of rain dripped streets..
do bring nostalgia of a time well spent
dancing in the rain.. in
French moonlight..:)
Ah.. the twilight last forever now..
but the break of dawn with walks of others..
is certainly a delight that
nary fails.. with rising spirits
in loving now.. the red hued sun.. comes
bright so long.. so long.. is now.. of love..:)
WeLL.. they tell me i am crazy.. so smart.. three degrees.. you shouldn’t
just be helping other folks recreate.. you can be a really special
guy in a suit.. with special title of life..
Oh no! not.. me.. ! i’m smarter than
that..! people are where it’s aT!
noT title machines.. BUT
eventually ‘they’
force me
to become a
‘big one’
in office.. YES!
the trap is set..
and yeS.!. truly THAT almost kills me too..
Humans are not meant to multi-task..
that’s a job for computers.. not
a flesh and blood
social
cognition
machine..
at least like
me.. he HE!
I ESCAPE!
I DANCE!
I LIVE!
NOW!..:)
THANKS!.. I NEEDED THAT!..;)
When a tree falls..
in a forest without humans..
God sings a lament of Joy…:)
Ah the synesthete.. a true Athlete of internal senses..
emotions.. and symbols of mind enjoining..
spring rains of bells ringing..
in heaven and hell and all between..
tHere is certainly a spectrum..
of this reigns true..
the drops of rains on fire..
reins strings of cold..
in Winter’s heat.. of golden
and red shade numbers..
dark and sparkly.. bright alive..:)
Ah.. the death of young men do enter
virtual worlds.. where even women
no longer exist.. ah.. the controller
of rat laced buttons of life laced
with opiate of fading loss..
Fertility rate going down..
perhaps that is a plus
of virtual worlds.. plus
the human cost of course
of loving
life…when
young men
become the
Matrix more…
OMG! I love your comment the most.. this is what I do everyday
for almost two years.. everywhere I go.. OMG! i have
541 Facebook selfie profile photos for everyday..
i make myself a work of art and lose friends
along the way.. and yes.. gain some too..
to keep the balance too..and yes..
i dance everywhere i go..
no matter what the stiff
boards do..
Be you! BE FREE!
That’s all that
really COUNTS
in life
you know..
yes! you do know
you tell us here!..:)
Big smiles.. love
the simple
WALMART LIFE!
So hard when the wine of life dries up..
been there done it for too long in
life.. just to be wine.. at all.. is
great.. to appreciate the
simple is enough
for me..:)
But haha! it doesn’t
always come out
that way.. for
now my
chalice
runneth over
at least.:)
Ah.. the beauty of graphite lined artful
words.. yes.. at a bank today.. filling
some paper work.. out.. far
beyond retirement years
of work.. wondering
if i even can use
a pencil cursive
again..
Technology..
does change it all..
But a blessing for me
with Motor Dysgraphia..:)
If not for a computer over
10 million words from me
in close to five years
will never exist
beyond
Technology
and Digital
Keyboard i
play
for now..:)
5:44 makes 31
and end for
now.. in
poetic
expression
for a while..:)
And that’s about
an average writing
time of 10 per
hour.. or 6 minutes
each.. as OH GOD..
i can’t help it..
i like
SCIENCE TOO!..:)
Ah.. the peace of mind..
in understanding that all
of creation is a seed..
and we are bloom
of seasons
to come again..:)
A garden of love
is truth of all
of
reality..:)
Ah yes.. the relics in life become a part of the emotional expression of us.. and truly when one creates a ‘bench like that’ with the hearts physically constructed as part of structure.. their soul lives on.. like the shell of Nautilus mansion.. even 21 years after the fact.. as last post proves…
And yes.. perhaps 100 years after.. in a random Google search all our souls will live on far after this terrestrial life.. in the eyes of souls of others.. in all the words of hearts that become edifices of our soul and hearts as well.. expressed in spirit of words..:)
All things we connect our emotions to in life
from words to broken down benches
are idols of souls and hearts.. and spirit expressed….
All is GOD; tHere is no idol too small or too large to worship
GOD from Golden Calf to the eyes of the most lovely girl in the world..
All is GOD and all is GOOD in the eyes of GOD that IS no limitations in expectations infinitum.. and
beyond.
And that’s the truth
of
Unconditional TOUGH Love..
put into action..
that humans can reflect
in a broken down
bench
as well.. as the eyes of the most
beautiful girl in the world who
IS Mother Nature
AKA
GOD..:)
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Ah.. the signs of GOD are everywHere.. for those WHO WitH ‘eyes’ to see..
Oh.. the scribe of GOD.. the science of GOD.. tales truth of same
ALL of Interdependent Connecting Relationship that is the
ART of GOD.. as canvas tapestry works.. of GOD in ART
AS ART of GOD is ART.. as Synchronicity Breathes…
AH.. the devilived deTAILS of life do evilive
IN human eyes as pieces of GOD..
NOT seeing whole of Truth @ALL…
OH.. the microscope of life
BE comes the truth
FOR some.. belies
THE telescope
OF
EYES..:)
Ah.. yes.. the strife of life.. a mixed plate of salt and pepper to spice it up..
and truly without the dark there cannot be light..
so we play to a twilight that mixes both..:)
Ah.. but i love the weeds of dandelion form..
so bright yellow.. they do remind me ..that life of weeds..
is not fair to leaves of grass.. but beautiful just as well.. as total play of life..:)
Ah.. to dance in rhythm to glowing moonlit nights..
to day of death and sleep of life.. is a certain way.. to live life..
in poetic feet above the ground.. in grounded way..:)
Yes.. to dance with wind in salt air waters..
to become one with nature.. in watered win..
to feel the splash.. of wind upon one’s face..
is to live alive.. in splendor
of the seas and airs afloat..:)
Ah.. the rules of Queen Victoria do restrict.. and honestly I still
have no clue to terms and rules of English.. and never
do learn them at school.. i look at the patterns of
songs of language.. relate them.. and make
straight A’s.. without ever really learning
how to even compose a paragraph
before age 50.. consistent in
creative ways.. the problem
is not enough
pain.. and now
i write and write
and write through pain
and beyond.. ah.. life
is strange
and
truly
magic
For minds
thinking uniquely
differently in change..:)
And i for one love the food
captchas that capture blogger robots.. as
now i’m ready.. for Saturday Steak at Ryan’s..:)
Yes.. the minds of blades under blades of mowers
sing a refrain of longer ways of growing..
ah.. the mowers they do cut
back taller stronger
ways.. of
being green..:)
The intersections of neurons of minds are like the minds of
earth connecting as we speak.. in poetic ways of hearts..
and souls expressing spirit.. as we continue to grow..
ah.. the blessings of a world connecting are so
wonderful to have a unique voice and ear..
in mind of beauty
connecting
art wHere
different
voices
become
choirs of
unique and one..:)
Ah.. the seasons of change remind us
humans that now is always different
and unique to cherish as
nature’s change as well..
Ah.. the forms of
home.. and car..
and dollar
bills do stay
static in a past now
illusion.. that takes
us away from a
morning walk
of life
renew..:)
The greaTEST joy to me of living in an illness worse..
in someways.. than hospice itself.. as nothing is
left.. not even effective vision.. hearing.. or
feeling even a tear.. in all is pain..
is to know and understand now
these places of human in now
hell do exist.. and to know
death in life
is to
gain
compassion
for life as death..
and the ultimate
TRUTH OF LIFE
that death
can
be..
a joy of the
flower that
no longer
heals
blooms
of life..:)
Ah.. the love of a mother is the supreme love
of a Universe of earthly humans.. to break
a vicious cycle.. is to start the
wiring of a human
renewed in loving child
potential.. surely.. yes..
this is an environmental
issue.. where nurturing is
no longer a greater part of
a village of
raising
children…
One or two
parents is
not always
enough.. and
truly never is..
in terms of Village..:)
Ah.. the freedom of ships at seas..
wolves at play.. sea gulls of
winds spiraling around
a golden mean
way.. do tale
the tells of
humans..
lost
without
the wings
of Freedom’s Wild..:)
To bury a human soul and heart..
away from expressing
spirit.. is to maim
a love of life
so great
that death
is truth in life..
To raise alive
is to
come again
in living glory
of sacred love..:)
Ah.. yes.. bloomer of wit.. beyond
courtrooms of measuring
life.. ah the love of
life is a trial and jury
of living.. JUST
living out
of life..:)
Ah.. yes the tools of life.. are extension
of mind and body.. that render
chaos in relief.. no longer
bare human does
exist.. when
exoskeleton
humans
fight
for
loving
life..:)
Ah.. yes… to express.. to express
in no restraint of freedom
in a path out of pain
of stress.. never
in requiem..
of stifled
soul.. and
heArt of Spirit!..:)
Cultures of same do arise.. when nature’s golden
spiral moves.. do become angles instead
of angels.. of love.. ah.. a move to
angles to still a fear of change..
ah.. to embrace change
is to become
fully human
again.. with
instead of
against..
seasons of change..
always now..in angel ways..:)
Ah.. yes the social river
of common purpose
does roll along..
and often
steams
over
when
outliers
do roar alive..:)
The pencil of life is a multi-purpose
tool.. so many intelligences
that pencil innately
stores.. so many
blocks of potential
do scribble away..
As Truth as way..:)
OH!.. the plans of Mexican food..
when siesta is write around
the corner.. Yikes.. as side
walks come to cover
broader dusty roads
of life.. meh..! tHere’s
always grass
and another
way of life..:)
Yes.. Dandelion tales do tell.. do tell
a story of wings of butterflies..
and yes.. it’s nice to hear
of butterflies in
search of
yellow Lions..:)
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June 2015
‘Daily Mass of Energy and Light’
9:16
Emotion IS energy.
Emotion IS Mass.
Brain scans evidence this IS True.
Energy is abstract constructs is words
is thoughts is intellect is Mass is ME.
Emotions energize mass of human as one.
Yes, again; emotions and energy and
mass and words and thoughts
and intellect is one MIND.
Human is energy.
Human is mass.
E is energy.
M is Mass.
C2 is Speed
of light Squared.
E=MC2 and ME.
Science, and the
FACT that I
am Energy
IS Mass
Times
Light
Squared
does
not
scare ‘ME’ (mind and body
in balance) is Energy me is
Mass times Speed of LIGHT squared.
It thrills me to be Energy MASS LIGHT.
Smiles..:)
I control my energy IS Mass
times Speed of Light Squared
with the synergy of All of this.
Some folks don’t, so they
stay stuck HERE, instead
of the ‘Milky Way’ like
me..;)
Yes, I am more than
meets the ‘eye’
at
first
glance..:)
YOU, yes YOU, can be
A ‘Star pArt God’ of ‘LIGHT’
too, if you figure out
how all innately
instinctually
and intuitively
like ME
AKA
ENERGY
MASS
LIGHT.
AND sure, folks
THINK Einstein
is full of woo too;
But his imagination
and CREATIVITY
is stronger than
any textbook
OR robot
thinking
SCIENTIST
BEFORE.
WE ARE all ‘CREATIVE
Stars pArts’
IF we find
THAT
in us
and
use
tHis
Energy
MASS
LIGHT
to ‘our’
FULLER
HUMAN potential.
‘M E’ CONTROLS THIS
through the synergy
of all the above;
but yah, for
most folks
THIS
Syn-
ergy
is
WOO.
HA! BUT!
M E! CAN PROVE!
IT WORKS FOR ME!
AT least in
results
he HE!..:)
Ah.. yes.. beauty does not think.. does not remember..
does not forecast.. nor even feel.. beauty exists..
as art is art human or not..:)
Ah..the eyes of rain do cry in drops of joy..
ah.. the glistening colors..
do shine through
drops of
life..:)
Ah.. the sad tunes.. of a human cocoon..
wrapped in blankets so secure and warm.. never venturing
to precipice of fear.. never finding imagination to grow..
a rose.. of butterfly wings.. so far
as far does go.. in Creation Activity..
nectar of life awaits.. fear is
cut off wings.. to arise..
in light from fear.. is
to arrive alive now..
with Butterfly Wings..:)
Ah.. yes the entire earth is a ball of confusion of Yin and Yang..
where material reality of west of Yang.. meets contemplating
Eastern ways… Where the human mind and body becomes
balancing Yin and Yang.. is igniting a passion
play of flesh and spirit alive as fire and love..
I Just imagine the earth dividing
Yin and Yang.. in east and
west hemispheres of being
like the
mind and
body
dividing
not yet
balancing
as one..
Ah.. humans
as neurons and
the earth as brain..
Put it all together and
what will come next..:)
Truly it’s amazing ‘our’ children
can see the face of the moon..
but ‘we’ call them down from
dancing
in
church pews…
i notice that now..
it’s truly sad
it takes
so long..
but happy
is only now..
And the children
dance with the
face of moon..:)
Decades pass by soil.. calling me..
sparkling in grain of healing..
to spray a dust of light on me..
Ah the years.. the years..
there is no sand for me..
the growth is gone..
no nourishment for soul..
will come again.. but..
with grain of sand.. i do arise..
as leaf of life.. once more.. reaching to..
sun of heArt.. and spiRit released.. in grain of eyes.. as green..:)
The breath of me.. is bark of trees.. the bark of i.. stands tall and straight..:)
Ah.. yes… many petaling stories.. flowering.. insect connections..
do lay at feet.. of nectared spector.. as cycles do tale..
spinning wheels.. of life.. beyond most eyes of
larger reach..:)
Owls of grass.. i never see.. they certainly are.. a delight..
in leaves so green.. the tree of owl.. is who at night..
and owl of grass.. is green owled wise..:)
Yes.. the scum of pond is earth’s delight.. the green that comes..
is Sun’s.. great.. synthesizing.. photo light.. the smart camera
of pond.. glistening.. in pale grades green.. do tale a
deeper story.. of amphibian stools.. in pads of
life..:)
How.. sweet the owl.. of orange glowed glove.. holding
eyes so wise and warm.. the Universe.. sings refrain
of who.. so who.. so who.. rings true in
capture of love.. returns.. in
owl of orange glove way..:)
Hummingbirds please.. airwaves
for me.. singing zinging
‘copter wings.. of small
joy are they.. in nectar
songs of purple
flight..:)
Beauty of the worm
and purple tongued
Iris.. do work A
way into.. soils
of soul..:)
Ah.. the old coot.. and truly when i first go dance my style is different than
all the young folks.. and i do not even care to notice the difference..
not unlike the coot of concrete human parks.. it’s too bad
the folks of concrete cannot change.. but haha!
now the youth of dance halls
do copy coot..:)
Ah.. the skies of blue.. and rivers of ocean cool.. do swirl about
in eyes of deeper blues and lights of being..
to curl about as feather in
flight.. is where i for
one.. do go.. in comfort
and delight..:)
Ah.. i am always drawn here
as words.. for no feeling other
than sands.. and scopes of
beach.. as to view life
as whole of beach
is to live..
just
live..
as squirrel
gathering
nuts
of life..:)
Ah.. the vision of the quick turns
of hummer buzzing
to feel that
each turn in life
does result in
newly found
nectar of
life is
a joy of life
as long as
the balance
of
nectar is
retained
and
finding..:)
Ah.. the curiosity of the young of nature..
and the motherhood of protection..
that runs strong with love..
of nurturing wild and free
with safety..:)
The song of dinosaur.. still exists in bird.. time memorial..
time of old.. time of valley tropical.. time of lore..
time is now.. bird is now.. song is now..
beauty..:)
Water in the sea.. water in the thunder.. water in the rain.. is all
sea of life.. tear drops.. reins of love.. endeared.. in
reign.. of Nature’s muse..:)
Umbrella of love.. sinking self within.. Umbrella
breaks.. of sweat of reign outside.. Umbrella
sees in love outside.. when connecting
heArts dew rain..:)
Dedicated to a child born 18 years
ago.. who still lives
in the song
of my
eyes..:)
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The black heart fires of the soulless raven know no
tears of forest trees.. the green is black.. the
earth is scorched.. but a leave of of hope
comes to take the
spirit alive..:)
The bride of nature knows no no’s of life
or pleasure.. the bride of nature pleases
all with soft and course ways of fire..
the groom comes ill prepared but
learns..:)
In the greatest depths of misery.. sorrow..
emptiness.. piece of paper existence..
the seed of hull of hell is
is anti-matter to
create.. to grow
a
crown
of
Gold..:)
A zillion star neurons spinning
biggest organ procreating..
finding ways of
sexy living..
inside
outside..
Frenching
spiRit
pantTing
caNvas
soUl and heArt..:)
Oh Lord.. the posturing of manhood..
Where silvered pride dollars become
worth more than tiny
shards of rooster
balls..:)
I never have any
bar stories to tale..
but now i too.. have
collected some standing
silver dollars.. in tail
between the rooster
balls.. in
pride
of
others..;)
So true.. not stop..
not destination.. most importantly
not competition.. life is life..to live
in movement and creation activity..
doing IT
always
for
now.. and perhaps
a stepping direction..
more now..
never
before
emotions
new..:)
True words of the tiny
are words of the strong…
living worlds instead of words
are the strongest
of all.. as Universe
at low grows highest
of all..:)
A human without a devil
is a human grown cold..
the fur of devil does
drive the reptile
of survival
that lives
inside..:)
Seas and trees and home of skirt..
all do please around ankles
or not of heart well
sung.. oh.. the
soul of me
does sing
true..
the sound of home..
in seeds of be..:)
Ah.. eyes of stars look down
on heavenly eyes.. wishing
to feel the depth of
human heArts
and souls..
oh the spiRit
of human rises
and the desire
of stars
are
finally
feeling..:)
Little drummer boy sings
a song of higher trombone
notes.. with lower sounds..
in greater growls.. jawbone
rumbles human phones…
Oh Goodness.. the science of poetry
can become so complex
i forget to write..
forget the rules
and never learn them..
for me is lucky as rules are my thing
so much
of life in ruling it..
but anyway.. instructions can be fun…:)
Ah.. the blessings of counting the
gifts.. and oh.. the gift of taking
no more than one needs..ah
the greatest gift of sharing
so all can stay alive..:)
Ah.. the tears of the truest scream
i know.. is a dry tear of horror
i know all too well..
when all is left of life is
scream.. i hope that tears of
joy do come your way..
for what is left
in loving life..:)
Ah.. the life of fearlessness
conquers all.. Oh..
the soft and fearless
conquer
love..:)
The recoveries of life are abundant
in a life well challenged..
Ah.. the strengths of life
do come in bounty
for a life
well
changed..:)
Oh.. the prayers of the homeless
who truly live in home
of connecting with
others and nature
with materials
second to all of that
do dream and pray
the deepest truths
of all.. there is
genius
on
the
streets.. still
named Love..:)
Ah.. know one knows no’s like a
stuff nose.. on the platter
of life.. just getting
to run.. forward
the skin
that
crawls
past..:)
The bird of abscence.. is a lonely soul of flight…
Ah.. the cliffs of reminisce.. do bring
bright dreams.. heArt filling
rock.. so true with
spirit expressing..
Love is
Writing
on the
Stones.. rolling
notes.. of ocean blue
of nauts of winds in skeyes..:)
Ah.. the animal skins of love.. is truly
a place i love to go.. wild and free
with clothes on.. but never the
less.. young *dancers
do bring ‘subtle’
delight..
Yes.. sex sales
more than money
it sales creativity
and productivity
even science
says that’s
so..:)
Ah.. with freedom..
almost anything is
possible with
animal skins
DELIGHT..:)
(:*women with
clothes on.. too;)
And i am a
hairy Ape..;)
Ah.. to speak the mind
all the way free..
to do whatever
ya want.. is
certainly a
go for me..
as long as
no one really
loses a nose..
noise can be
drawn out..:)
Ah.. i go to the mall at least once a week and buy not a thing..
but marvel in all the emotional art of human being designed
around a motive of selling.. but still the art of it i can
separate and volume into photos of artistic beauty from
the ‘T and A’ at ‘Victoria’s Secret’ to
Dick’s Sporting goods..
in all the inspirational
quotes from the REAL PHILOSOPHY
OF SPORTS that is a microcosm
of the human being
Spirit of living
life wild
and
free!
And Warhol will
be proud
of me..
i
suspect..
At least.. he will
UNDERSTAND..
like you..
my friend..:)
Oh.. the artifacts of life..
do pale the comparison of
twinkling stars at night..
the old of life look back..
the young of spirit look up..
to stars of possibility..:)
Ah.. to feel the life.. from head to toe.. to breath to hair..
from finger to who.. and i do connect.. as hearts of souls..
in expressing passion filling spirit.. this way.. do carry
on a mission of life alive.. for what is life
WITHOUT PASSION!
F-in Nothing..
much worth
living..
To keep the passion
is never EVER to
kill the human
soul.. heart..
and
SPIRIT
DEAD ALIVE..
Punk over
Zombie
any day
of now
for me!..:)
Ah..a move away from nature.. is always a move away
from reality.. nature’s truth.. is always true.. where humans
lie.. as always true..:)
Roses.. burgundy love.. alight in lips..
kissing.. soft petals.. beauty.. now..:)
Ah.. to step forward from loss and grief.. is a tool to move
ahead.. in positive way of life.. as every second
can be.. to celebrate.. to write the grief.. and
loss down.. on paper type.. can
be.. to truly let it.. stay..
and let it go.. same..
as living
better..
for
now..:)
Strawberry eyes go deep into
soul root ancestors..
to heArt.. measuring
goose bumps.. green
valleys.. past and
present..
skins
and bones
in
Art of Strawberry
that is us with ART
@HEart..:)
i suppose.. one of the most wondrous lights about snow.. are the white
glory ..in brightening up.. the shadows of dark winter nights.. and
grey days Winter’s leaves.. in wake of killing cold.. but in Florida..
not uncommon for blooms and evergreen.. year ’round..
So perhaps.. snow does not bring
same delight.. when green life
lives so fervently.. all around..
never the less.. i love snow..
as it is my rare friend..
of once a decade..
or so..:)
Different snows
for different
folks..
all
analogy..
analogy
for
all..:)
Ah.. the sparrow lives in bird and feather..
the human lives in skin more than feather..
but alas poetry is created and not
born.. by innate means alone..
in reflecting on how all it
all comes to be.. we
reflect in
poetry
of all
that
is
reflection
of
all
that
is..:)
The dream of night can be for fun..
but the dream of day can be for
survival.. from scenarios of
life too much for
reality.. so
perhaps
our
imagination
is evolved
for just that
purpose to
escape reality
to live.. be strong
no matter curse of life
that falls upon from evil ones…
Ah.. the struggle for life.. from breath to food
to staying afloat on water top.. is a price
we pay for life.. but the connection.. instead
of word.. in senses and emotions.. without
toil and word troubles.. can come alive..
in comfort of animal
sanity.. in feeling
and sensing
and most
importantly
connecting to
all
in
now..:)
Ah.. a name spells truths of ancestral generations
before.. as the choosing of the name of a
child is usually the greatest of meaningful
decisions in life.. but less hand
picking than copying from
celebrities these days..
as what we do
is what
we
do..
and perhaps
what becomes
of our children
too..:)
Ah.. all the records of life.. strewn about on the highways of life..
Ah.. now.. ah now.. where records truly no longer exist..
Ah.. ah now.. is a place
without littered
roads of
eyes of
passing
by..:)
Theory of mind.. is an art mine.. ah.. to pleasure..
is to guess.. or pain.. of pan’O’mind.:)
Ah.. yes.. to live now..
is to live forevermorenow..
as truly now.. is forever.. and
time is only illusion..
of past and
future..
neverforeverlessnow..:)
Oh.. the scream of nature.. not readily heard.. but thundering
LIGHTENING as spirits of animals living all around..
is ONE i ‘hear’ at ‘night’.. when Industrial IT world
‘sleeps’.. and this nature tales me.. WE are listening..
WE are telling.. WE WILL make this life
HELL for YOU.. if YOU do not cOOperate…
Some of WE are here millions
more years than YOU..
and when YOU GO..
WE for ONE
WILL STiLL
BE living
LARGE…
If I haVE some mixED magazine
clippingS it will look more like
a ransom letter for
OUR
HIDE..
AS just another humble
messenger.. of Mother Nature
TRUTH..:)
…sorry… that is long…
but inspiration does that
to me.. Thank you.. very much..:)
Sadly.. although MOST human being are gifted with the potential to have hearts..
it is like a garden that must be nourished in ’empathy education’
continuously through life.. and the sad truth is.. when..
for example.. a ‘patriarchal’ mommy and daddy keep
telling their son.. not to cry.. and to repress all
the emotions of softness.. OR that comes through a
lack of nurture in small childhood.. OR social abuse..
when the heart grows stone instead of flower..
the spine and the skin.. of the naked woman
in curling fetal position.. is no more
than that.. without the colors of
the human heArt.. the skin lies
in shades of grey..
as observed by
‘Lesser’ men…
A balance is required for life..
as souls.. hearts.. and spirits.. of both men and women..
to grow.. as garden of love.. to escape Fire Extinguishers of LOVE…
Seriously.. most people have no
idea that the
human heart
is
a muscle that
must go.. almost
everyday to the
LOVE GYM OF LIFE..
I learn that lesson a very very hard way…
There is no pain greater than
numb.. there is no embrace that
can take the place of the
HUMAN HEART..:)
AND when exercised enough..
‘that muscle’ can withstand
any storm
of
loss..:)
Ah.. the human eyes do bring blind to truth.. too often when
clouding through eyes of anthropomorphic culture..
ah.. the human soul.. heart.. and spirit..
can come alive.. without the eyes
of cultural
eyes of
nearsighted far..:)
You are very welcome..
To connect to another soul..
even without face or presence..
is the greatest Art of human heart..
and to makes words.. organic.. is lasting life of soul..
AS SPIRIT.
And for the archetype of angel.. AKA human empath..
there is no greater practice than loving forever..
whether one is here or not…
‘Flesh and blood’ men and women
will never know this
gift and present
of the full present
and future well.. of loving others..
in watering Love of humanity’s LIGHT..:)
Ah.. the Hibiscus.. a multi-colored flower.. of delicate beauty..
a tropical lovely.. is sensitive.. to cold..
and yes.. wife Katrina.. is Hibiscus
of women.. oh.. a delicate flower..
but OMG.. do we fight
over a..
THERMOSTAT OF LOVE..:)
Ah.. the spector of beauty.. is a mix of skin and eyes..
that shines out of feeling.. and not the flesh alone..
but for a culture that can no longer feel the shine..
of eyes and skin.. from within.. there are answers..
but for humanity.. to come again…
Every new woman I meet..
eyes i remember..
the rest
is just a fog..
but eyes i am..
and
feeling..:)
Ah.. silky white sheen.. moonlit gown..
face of moon.. veil arises.. covering
paRt of face.. moon a romantic..
playful one indeed..
set the sky a light.. where
stars can’t
measure up..:)
Ah.. best of days.. all words am i..
losing words.. to dance of air..
water as breeze.. a man ballets..
as soft as snow.. SWITCH blade..
knifing feet.. warrior true..
BUT blade of peace.. ah.. so smooth..
in soothing light ..mind and body balancing..
so simple.. balancing one foot and other..
in melody.. no lessons.. no school.. flowing
abdominal.. spiral direction.. melting heart..
softening tension.. water is i.. flow..
no holds barring.. soul.. feeling heArt..
expressing
spiRit..:)
Ah.. the Kuran of God is gifted to every man and child at birth.. and the separation i find from religion is at the time of my child’s birth when a deacon calls me as my child is suffering and tells me if he does not get there soon.. the child will suffer in hell forever..
I turn my back on religion..
And never look back..
Sure i read.. and visit
all religions in peace
and interest
as well
as love..
but God lives
in my heArt.. my soul..
expressing in the spirit
of the eyes of God that
lives in me.. AND my
child who never has
the opportunity
to
even
smile..
but
pain…
We live in a world so far removed
from God.. that sometimes my
greatest wish
is to burn
every
word
of human
alive….
And leave the humans of course..smiles..:)
Oh yeah.. and the rest of nature that will
never read a book.. and is never
ever separated from God
from birth to death…
In someways perhaps
my child is
lucky
to never
read
at
all…
but for the pain..
of
course…
Ah.. yes..
most beautiful
source of wisdom
is knowing.. feeling
happiness lives within..
And most beautiful
energy of wisdom
is bringing
happiness
to others
without
expectation
of requite..
or try
at
least..
with smiles
of course..:)
Ah..
human
without
connection
of others
can be
so hard
living without..
best enduring
loneliness
reaching out…
To try.. always living..
Enduring.. without dears.. necessary.. at times..
Yes.. HOPE WITH reaching.. IS sacrifice of LOVE..
Always willing FAITH BELIEVING NOWISLOVEDOM..:)
Ah.. the disease of ‘man’.. is one promoted by a patriarchal society that says little boys do not cry.. Ah.. the disease of human.. can be a numb one.. waiting for a bottle of escape.. that never truly comes.. at all.. i watch it for years.. in military life.. and in the death.. of repressed patriarchy.. as just another little boy.. waiting.. for a way to cry.. i am alive..
Yes.. sad.. beyond sad.. but manly
truth.. as not human..
much.. at all…
Ah..
the Greatest
Vow..
Love..:)
25,171
Black White MIX
With Blood..
Purple
comes alive…
Eyes blue
turn cold..
dreams die..
Black Pupils
Dead…
MIX
with White
of eyes..
Blood of heArt lives
alive.. in Violet LIGHTS…
Black spot Soul
Removing..
White Spirit
Soaring..
to SkEyes of
Unconditional
tough
Love
IS
NOW..
in Neverland of Purple…
Ah.. time.. the most mysterious invention of human of all..
Truly though.. most animals other than human know only now..
Humans ability to create the illusion of past and future with neocortical
control brings an illusion of time.. that truly does not exist.. in the minds
of other so-called lesser animals.. Humans suffer angst as well from this..
Yes.. there is distance and space but time is a relative concept of the
both of those.. with no static qualities other than those that humans
assign to it with both science and subjective perception of each
unique Universe.. When human is totally connected to
GOD in now.. as at least most of the other animals
if not all are.. as we are the only ones with the
abstract written language and tools
to record history as if it
exists today.. ALL
there is for these
animals is yes.. now..
in connecting to all of the
rest of nature that is animal
perception of now.. the creation
of recorded history and attachments
to material items that stay the same.. is
much different in a life spent in nature where
change is both the norm of internal and external
reality.. but yes.. harder to see this in someways.. where
life does not flourish as greenly and brownly in seasons fresh
and in death with change.. For some it becomes truth that human
is greater than nature.. and perhaps that illusion is easier when nature
does not change as much on barren landscape where human is most all
that exists.. but with eyes.. of TV and other tools the truth of change is NOW..:)
Is that a R or K.. that’s hard to say..
for i am Katie and you are Rafiah..
And i guess that’s pArt of
Poetic Justice..
with
JUST
anOThEr
CHaLiCE..:)
Ah.. ALL the symbols of life.. both alive and not alive..
do bring association of great meaning and purpose to human being..
the dead of soul.. can be attached to a road.. the life of love..
can be attached to grains of sand.. and where we go..
can be a straight road.. or a curve of sand
that is ever now.. but the truth is..
we do make our own path..
sometimes with the direction
of others.. and sometimes with GOD
of nature that lives within us..
To listen to heart.. as soul with
GOD.. to bring a spirit alive..
in all the symbols of meaning
we do arrive.. is to be
more fully alive and cherish
what we do as important.. most important
as important.. as every step of life is precious..
to make a human soul.. heart.. and spirit
expressing complete.. humanity life..
in all the forms of dark and light
that make
us one with the
powerful dark and light
and all shades of grey
and hues of color
that are GOD
within us..
a tree of life..
that is beauty
in palm
or
frond..
or dates
that are fruit
of life as human..
In TRUTH OF NOW..:)
Ah.. what beauty.. but prize of life..
When human darkness
black of gift..
Oh.. what left of light in
human whiteness.. when
vow of love..
is only beauty
prize.. of price
in black of
moonlit Night..:)
Ah.. perhaps the coldest reality of all
is the virginal wedding dress waiting
in black white for a stranger never
known.. sometimes the bullets
are culture of love
given freely
without
requite..
A dowry can
be a gift or Rape.
That’s cold reality.. but yes.. Truth
for the lesser of man that is still woman…
It’s sad when a woman sees her wedding as a funeral…
IN fact.. it’s beyond tears to truly fear.. the end depends on means…
Ah.. yes.. to acknowledge all the shades of grey..
and hues of colors.. is a first step.. then there
is tolerance.. then perhaps.. acceptance..
and the hardest part of all can
be understanding..
but to forge ahead
with tolerance.. to gather
steam for acceptance is the
first step.. to the real heaven of
Unconditional Love in all the tough hues
of colors and shades of grey that Love Does..:)
Yes.. freedom is more than red white and blue.. freedom is black
as well as blue.. and the greaTEST freedom is human
expression in all the greys.. tanned tone colors..
and white of flesh that comes
as well.. oh.. the leaders of
freedom do fly with Miley’s
in white of breast.. and A
evangelism of lies..
but freedom
lives where
humans fly
free as
ART..:)
Ah.. the breath of light of the kitty kat..
is the sweet voiced mother
of human being..
with sing song voice..
bringing purr of delight..
Oh.. so sad.. of children
with eyes so
cold in text
of screens..
when
children
of cats
feel love in
melodious voice..
but a child of human
is
lost
to
a
scream
of
screen..):
I only use unhappy
faces.. in case
of EMERGencies..
and yes.. TH..IS
GLOBALLY EMERGING.
Oh.. the star of life as human soul..
is worth as much as the stars of sky..
and certainly the cold hard asphalt of city lights..
Oh.. the young men.. with only survival
in mind.. the heart and soul long
past.. all is left is grasp
in cold moon nights..
and just another
hit and run..
where a star might flourish..
otherwise known
as the ghetto reality
of those forgotten
stars.. to shine again as black
as white as black as life in Light
flickering alive once
again..:)
Oh.. so true and insightful too.. that black and white is
a restful night of TV as well.. there’s something too..
about imagination more.. where emotions
grow greater.. where special
effects of color do fall
instead of glow..
but oh.. when
colors first hurt
my senses.. it is
a warning that something’s
up.. and soon black and white
is all i can tolerate.. turned down
to lowest bright.. of computer screen..
and then my dreams become all
black and white rolling
text.. truly better though
than just trapped
in one mind
for two years
before..
Stress is a somewhat magical
thing.. in terms of the dark thorns
it can afflict on
a human life..
OMG if only people
understand the necessity
of mind and body
balance before
it is
too late
in less
than
black
and
white..:)
Ah.. yes.. the black of day and white of night.. become so much darker
in times.. of turning black.. raven souls death in hearts of life..
Oh.. the spirit of the black.. does dull the soul..
but later memories of dark raven
wings.. do inspire the hearty
raven’s song.. in
phoenix delight..
By the way.. Ravens
are okay.. they get
Poe raps
in
metaphor
dark feathers.. that
still delight in flight of beak..:)
Ah.. yes i say..
embrace all the shades
of grey and colors of life..
as God is an artist without
boundaries
of
brush
or
strokes..
infinity of all
as one way
of light
and dark..
in ALLways ONE..
never alone.. for those
who sing a song of ALL..:)
Ah.. the song of HDTV.. do children sit..
where the song of black and white of
US in 60’s and before..
sizes more colorful
in rings of human
Imagination
and Creativity
come
truth.. as Tree Houses
of Life.. in sand and mud..
where Grand Canyon
and tributary rivers
of Niagra Falls.. are
in front yards of
friends..
next to
an
Oldsmobile..:)
I can honestly say from experience true that black is no color of human emotions and senses.. and is darkest life of all.. in death as life..
but i can honestly say.. too.. from the depth of the blackest
of human souls.. hearts.. and spirits..
there is a potential
for Phoenix to rise
out of
blackest
of
human
asHes aS whitE fiRe SpiRit
iN passiOn heArt SOul aGain..:)
Love is a muscle of light that grows bright or dims..
Taken for granted it wastes thin.. in tiny
streams of light.. in darkest oceans
blue.. where emerald sands
of life once show through..
So frequent people
visit muscle
gyms of life..
meat markets..
instead of meeting
emotions of heArts
School Lighting Love..
No one tells me about
HeArt.. Soul.. and Spirit
School.. funny how cogs
of humans in machines
become more important
than life of connecting
spirit of human
alive.. sad..
ALAS
Light
Lives
with
human eYES
in loving
ways
of
Love
School now..:)
Oh.. yes.. a poem is a palette of endless imagination
delight.. there need be no boundaries
of sidewalk or no dancing
here.. Where creativity
lives.. poetic expression
is paint.. and the colors of black
and white.. are replaced
by hues of grey.. or
colors not even
seen for a
now
to date..:)
Ah.. true heroes of life need no change
of water to wine.. or walk over water..
the miracle of life.. is in courage
and kind.. in the end the
fearless of love
do define
life NOW
AS Divine..:)
Ah.. path to dark.. spiraling filling down
threads light in dark.. stairway
hell.. slow drift black..
corners numb
where eyes
no longer
sing
light..
Oh..
passage out..
seeds of light
root true in darkest
nights.. where light blooms
in darkest cocoons of butterfly wings..
to delight again flight living.. well flown truth..:)
Ah.. yes
foolish selfish genes
is illusion.. drawn by some..
but the core of our differences
are only separated by one point
of sameness in beginning and
end.. oh.. to adopt nature as
oneself.. is to know and feel
delight.. that nature is a race
we are all in together as ONE..:)
Ah.. yes.. escaping to
Nature’s graces.. unscathing
human culture.. snow and
ice fresh air breeze.. in
places
mostly
Nature
dares
tread Allone..:)
Ah.. yes.. the strings of vocal chords become
extension of ivory and ebony.. human
tools.. for even out-of-key
people
to perfect
harmony
of
black
and white tunes..:)
Oh.. true.. the piano can be a wonderful
tool of expressing true love..
and for me not with
much talk.. ‘then’..
it is pArt of a ticket
to a 25 year wife..
(she is 19 then..)
i no longer play
but what lives
of creativity
still exists
on YouTube
way..:)
Promise of Winter.. driest twigs left..
loveliest leaves.. long sense..
joining dirt of life.. living
green again.. Spring
rising past
Winter’s
Fall..
Promise.. always
Life.. learning
Nature..
never
dying..
in
Life..:)
Ah.. imagine life.. Sun returning.. not knowing
sure… Imagine life.. Moon may
be.. sky light.. alone…
Stars twinkle
beauty.. not
else of
use..
Knowing
Moon’s
blessings..
appreciating
Sun much more..:)
The breaths of the last
of life.. March strong
into the last
White of life..
dark comes..
light goes..
breath is
so
precious
alive..:)
Alpha Hierarchy.. cell block C..
solid faces looking forward..
no feeling
displaying…
Freedom..
Emotion
Expressing..
Alpha comes
Omega..
Hero
Lives
A O A.. Again..:)
All the adversities of life.. can bring
a greater love in connecting
warm human touch..
for those who stay
with love
and do
not fall
into darkness..
Love mushrooms
grow wide as Atomic
Love
Bomb..:)
Coloring
in black and white..
emptying
palette
of
emotions..
expanding to primary..
gaining pastel feelings..
finally bliss..
start
again..
black and white..
color
wheels of life.. going
’round and
’round..
hues.. shades..
of
difference..
shadowing.. delighting.. human
realities.. colorful
or
not..:)
That’s really a great song.. that just randomly pops up through my google algorithm for YouTube songs to watch today.. and it fits perfectly with the theme here.. and is part of the inspiration for it.. smiles.. and yes.. the previous ‘world record’ for me in shortest poetry is 66 words.. so this one beats the other one.. by 16 whole words..:)
Anyway.. hope you are having a fabulous Purple now.. without any need for that confession stuff.. as i enjoy the traditions and rituals.. from a back pew view.. still at my Catholic church.. but i for one take all the ‘Labyrinth Stuff’ with a grain of white salt.. tossed across my shoulder.. into black space..;)
Like my Catholic Grandfather Priest from Ireland eventually does.. to get married to my Grandmother in his Priestly Parish.. he at 36 and she at 17.. in free style love outside of the Catholic Mold.. Scandalous yes.. but scandal can lead to life too.. namely mine.. eventuAlly..
Ah.. the rules of God of Nature do rule.. even from
the back
of
Catholic
Pews..:)
Yes.. the color purple more reflects the Crown Chakra to me.. which personally for me is just a metaphor as the Kundalini metaphor as well.. Christ Energy.. Chi Energy.. Buddha Energy.. or whatever metaphor is used for when one lets go of all the negativity.. and lets positive emotions and senses free flow throughout the body.. with absolutely no tension from Chronic Repressing Emotional Stress.. escaping rather than confronting the negativity of life.. with positivity to rule life as is… with relative human free will…
All natural.. and the animals of the wild already
have a leg up on us human beings..
in connecting to the
all natural GOD like this..
without human words at all…
Innate Instinct.. and Intuition are all gifted to humans from birth to find a way for peace and harmony of mind and body balance in soul.. heart.. and spirit.. culture often takes that away.. but the mix back to life.. is certainly possible in at least some cases of flowing much greater alive in human potential..:)
Thanks Glenn.. for the poetic Camry response.. here too.. i used to have a Teal Camaro that turns to blue in street lights at night.. and green in natural sunlight.. and that is so cool.. when i drive it off the Chevrolet Lot.. i imagine someone.. is gonna stop me and steal it.. it’s so cool to me then..
Thank goodness i finally graduate from Cars..
and pursue new loves.. haha!..:)
Yes.. X.. and when i write this.. the song ‘King of Pain’.. by Sting Rings.. through my heart and mind.. and the reflection of my soul.. that remembers all too well that my soul is all black at one point in time.. without any light escaping or getting in.. and I do technically become the King of Pain.. with the worst pain known to mankind.. Type Two Trigeminal neuralgia from waking to sleeping for 5 long years..
So yeah.. i can truly say i earn the JOB medal
for the job of JOB.. as a ‘Soul Survivor’..
And thanks for stopping by X..
Exploding into the Color Purple metaphor
in the end as the beginning.. is a metaphor now..
for my life.. thanks for providing that here.. tonight..:)
Yes.. Whimsygizmo.. the tortured soul.. is a common human archetype for the budding artists among us.. and I guess one could call that the CROSS of human creativity.. as certainly it is my ticket home.. to much brighter places above the ashes.. as Phoenix rather than Poe BLACK Raven..:)
Smiles.. and thanks for dropping by..
and hope you are having a great rest of the night..
as well.. for now.. and now again..:)
Hi Mary.. so true..
the eyes of purple do go much deeper..
than eyes of black and white..
a richness of soul.. in heart..
as spirit.. expressed..
in violet hues..
of creativity..
true..:)
Ah.. yes.. Grace..
life is both love and blood sacrifice..
the two mix as a cross of life..
the dark and light.. of life..
in all the hues of color
and shades of grey..
for truth as
ONE life
for
all..:)
Thanks Clustered sky.. the funnest thing.. i for one do.. is dance walk a style of martial arts and ballet everywhere i go in broad daylight and florescent lighted public stores.. now.. accumulating 3700 miles on my Nike GPS Sports watch.. in a little over 21 months..
AFTER being a shut-in in my home with 19 medical disorders just 22 months ago.. with
no chance of recovery given by the doctors who treat me.. before the REAL MIRACULOUS RECOVERY..:)
Something happens..
And I got
FUNNED..;)
Anyway.. the youth love it naming me everything from Boss of Dance.. Super hero of Dance.. Legend of Dance.. and my most recent favorite name calling as Spirit Animal by two lovely girls at a big Dance Club I dance at.. every Thursday night.. moving in on my 62nd week this Thursday..
But the folks my age and older at 55.. different story..
My wife hears behind the back comments as she scans the store areas.. from I wish he would fall down.. that will be funny.. to just one received today.. as ‘IT takes all types’.
Ha HA!.. and ‘she’ doesn’t know even a fraction of what i do on the Internet..
I will likely blow her skirt up.. no doubt.. in a flame of disgust..
But that’s the price of being totally free.. the naysayers and haters..
will have theirsay.. and i will fight just as hard for their right
to freely express their selves in dark..
as i go on in lights so bright.. i blind ’em with the dance..;)
Anyway.. x2.. I’m not the first one to do it.. as i come
across ‘Joe’ on YouTube in December of 2013.. about
440 miles in on my ‘Forest Gump’ Journey across
the U.S.A. in store miles now.. crossing it twice..
sometime in the future..;)
Hi Adriana.. there is definitely rhyme and reason and creativity of finding the Universe in all numbers for me.. and this is just a little variation on the real art of numerology.. where multi-digit numbers are added together to get single digit numbers…
For me it starts with the date of today.. 6092015..
added together for 23 adding 2 plus 3 for 5..
then the time at 824 this morning added
as 14 and then 1 plus 4 as 5…
And when the time is 824.. at
night.. i use the same little
simple addition formula…
But for me life is one of meaning
and the more meaning i can create in
life the more purpose it has for me..
Thank goodness i can create my own
meaning and purpose in life now..
without waiting for someone
else to take the first step
or spoon feed me.. a culture
of meaning and purpose
from almost birth..
that i may or may not
agree with at all..
Choice and Creativity
through human relative
free will.. through the
real power of the
human emotions
of faith.. hope..
and belief..
with Unconditional
Tough Love serves
as my guiding principles
in numbers.. words.. and
most importantly flesh and
blood connecting human life
with the rest of nature as what
i understand as the three letter
metaphor called GOD or whatever else..:)
Thanks Hank.. and the color purple is almost a magic color..
in so many ways.. through so many cultures.. through history.. and even before..
But yes.. considering that red mixed with white and black actually does make purple on the color wheel.. it’s not surprising that this color has so much meaning
for the human race..:)
Thanks for dropping by.. as well..
Thanks.. lynn.. the video truly inspires me the most.. when i come across it this morning.. as it is like the soul beating purple in space and stars of black and white.. in the purple clouds of heArt.. expressed as spirit in that video..
And truly.. i am a lot like the magical Peter Pan.. that is the inspiration of the broadway play.. for that song as well in real life.. for some folks it is a pejorative for a middle
aged man to be named that..
But for me it is real freedom of expression.. and truly i do make
my dreams come true..
With the power of imagination..
real human emotions of
faith.. hope.. and belief
SET FREE..;)
in Human Creation
Activity in all the Arts
i can both find.. pursue..
and practice as the meaning
and purpose of life for me all free!
Yes.. it helps not to have to do any work
for money anymore.. as culture can weigh
so heavily on most all of us.. through those
real demands of human day-to-day survival..:)
Hi.. Kanzensakura.. thanks so much for your words of appreciation for what i do here today.. and truly i just let it flow short and long.. however creativity rolls all natural for me through creative spirit.. and yes.. it is so much easier doing something like this as well.. compared to 11K words or so a day.. more or less..
HaHA! i even have time for a movie..
the first time in around two months..
So yes.. the rewards do come as well
for doing a ‘little less’
online as well..
But the dance does still go on in the background
of literally tens of thousands of steps
almost everyday
of
my
now..:)
Truly for me the dance is the best..
as i come into this world naked
and twirling my big toe around
the soft bed cushion of my
crib.. according to my
mother.. rarely
sleeping at night..
and wandering off
if she takes her eyes
off me for even a spit-second…
Now i finally dance again.. no tools
required.. just feet.. and yes.. the music
is the best add-on for me to inspire greater
moves
in loving
a life
of
Dance..:)
Thanks Kanzensakura.. you are such a sweet and loving person.. to reach out and touch folks like you do.. your soul is very white.. i can see it in your words.. so bright..
and tolerant and accepting as it is..:)
Whatever gifts God gives me.. i accept as gift..
even the pain for 5 years.. is gift of dark..
that makes whatever my reality is for now..
a gift as well…
I go with the river of God..
come what may.. if i die today..
the gift of life..
is forevermorenow..
gift of me..:)
To celebrate that
is the icing on the
Birthday cake
of
now.. and
that my
friend
i do
for
now..:)
Ha! that’s funny and truly i love reading
other stuff folks write and poetically responding to it
much better than writing individually and small talk..
although after five decades I am finally getting
the small talk stuff down to an art of life as well…
Most of my life folks refer to me as a man of few words..
with lots of energy and happy smiles in real flesh and blood action..
serving other folks.. quietly as i go..:)
Too much dancing.. yes.. a day full of dancing everywhere i go in public yesterday.. dinner and a movie.. and back here to at least do the somewhat small talk of responding to comments here does me in.. and while usually i only sleep for around 6 hours or less.. for some reason i sleep much longer last night..
But look out world.. here comes another day full of reading.. writing.. and the dance steps of creativity in art.. that for now.. TG.. runneth over my chalice of life..:)
But anyway.. that is very kind of you to reach out with care like that.. and believe it or not.. intuitively it does cross my mind before i read this.. that someone might wonder what happened to ‘the man of words’…;)
Big smiles..x2..:)
Thanks so much Bill and as history shows over and over..
truly Unconditional Love must be tough love to work.. as well..
Soft love alone.. is just not enough.. for an animal.. as complex as human..:)
Hope your now is going great.. and will be by later.. as I sequentially go through all the poems.. again.. with an attempt of a poetic response.. to make a much bigger..
collaborative poem here.. with all kinds of connections..
As that is what humans do best of all
togeThEr and strong
as ONE connection
of social animal with the tool of ‘sign language communication’..
to potentially make that connection the brightest or darkest of all..
The light is where i go.. but yes.. always recognizing the importance of the dark.. as well..;)
Things are always gonna get tough.. and sometimes pitch black.. but the white of soul..
can be..
just
a
dance
step..
of life
away….
come truth for now..:)
Thanks Bill.. with smiles..:)
Ah.. yes.. grandfather he is.. and a noted author as well..
whose theological text is still studied in ‘God circles’ around the world..
A quick search on ‘Soul of a Priest’.. ‘Out of the Labyrinth’.. and ‘Behind the Dictators’.. brings up three of note. And interesting particularly the ‘Behind the Dictators’ one.. as he is an insider at the Vatican in the early 20th century.. as legal counsel as one of his priestly duties then.. before going to South Africa.. meeting my Cajun grandmother in Taylor county all on my paternal birth side.. and then eventually editing a magazine
named the Converted Catholic in the 40’s
in an organization named
Christ Missions in
New York.. New York…
But anyway.. he uncovers some information that suggests that the Jesuit Priests are behind some Illuminati conspiracy theories ‘indicting’ Jewish ‘big wigs’ at the time..
as a sort of behind closed doors gossip to keep congregations anti-Jewish and strong in the Christian Catholic ways… And OMG.. those
theories still run strong among some
conspiracy theorists
folks around the world…
And interestingly.. Einstein runs in the same social circles as he does.. with some out of the norm socialist leaning ideologies that found them as acquaintances where they actually have dinner one time together .. a story that my later business woman grandmother does relate.. around the dinner table of stories.. along
with being saved at Wakulla Springs.. from drowning
by the old Tarzan of movies.. Johnny Weissmuller..
And my great grandfather on my maternal side
camped with Geronimo in the wild..
and is later a self taught..
bar passed lawyer..
Yes.. where have the story
tellers gone.. oral tradition
is a big thing when i am
young.. and more
or less drown
in text
now..
BUT HAHA! RISING Again on blogs..
in at least ‘sign language’ ways..
But oral tradition is a thing of
literally hours around couches
and round tables.. the attention
span of folks now.. is not nearly
what it is then..
for the
things of humans
instead of stuff..
of material dreams..:)
Numbers are always
a particular fascination for me..
as of course they are derived from
nature from the time of prehensile
thumbs grasping sticks.. scratching
alphabets in sand.. copying angles
of imaginary connections in sky..
and the 10 digits on two hands
of five digits than make
20 with feet included
as well.. So they
are nature
and math
as one
and same..
And my method is truly just
basic addition and not much of
anything else adding the
numbers of the date together
eventually arriving at just
one digit of 1 through 9.
And then adding the
time AM or PM
in three digit
numbers
per 824
as 8:24 am
or pm.. whenever
i press publish.. per
8 plus 2 plus 4 is 14
and 1 plus 4 is 5.. and
then the symbolic meanings
of each number to me is intuitively
derived and then confirmed as same
by others in numerology who have come
to the same symbolic meanings before I do..
so this must be a human archetype.. well suited
to more mathematical.. interpreting.. right brain
minds like mine.. Truly all these words are never
a part of me until great human suffering and
epigenetic and neuroplastic change.. when
then i literally lose effective use of hearing
and sight.. and any ability to connect
in human connection where
words first just lists are
all that is left
of my humanity..
and to make
those words
organic in emotions
is the only to save
my heart.. soul and
spirit reborn
again..
so yeah.. at
least in my case
the flesh
becomes
word..;)
That’s 606 words Victoria..
and July is coming up as my
2nd anniversary with dVerse..
and truly then in July.. just
regaining use of my sight..
i have no idea
what my
face even
looks like..
It’s been a very long ride..
thanks.. as you have always
tolerated all I’ve done
in my recovery without
prejudice or judgement..
yes.. you are what I can
comfortably
describe as a
real Christian..
no matter
what your
religion is
in terms of
historically
Kind hearted
described Jesus..
beyond what
i often
find
these days
for sure..:)
699..:)
24
6
6’s and 9’s
are like the
PHI golden spiral
of Nature to me..
and certainly
sacred to me..
along
with all
numbers
including..
722
11
2
the day in 2013
of my recovery..
for now..
730
73..:)
10
1
Ah.. yes.. same story as my mother..
where women are still barefoot
and pregnant and that’s all the goal..
There are enough people in the
world today.. there are
better overall options
than to reproduce..
alone..:)
Thanks for dropping by
again.. Victoria.. and hope
your now goes great..!..:)
Ah.. yes.. ‘this blood’ is more than red.. and ‘the blood’ is more than blood.. and ‘black and white’ is more than white and black.. as metaphors for emotions of heart.. in spirit of soul of life.. expressed as such.. and thank you Truedesssa.. for the kind compliment of comparing my words to ‘Violet’.. as they have been compared by
a ‘synesthate’ as a blood red witch..
leading in some way of words..
flying through the
air on a
broom..
But she has no information other
than that in synesthesia
ways..
The violet sounds
much nicer.. thanks again..:)
And hope you are having
all wonderful
nows..:)
Yes.. a further clue is the Alexandrite Birthstone.. in my ring up there with ‘the man of steel’ all red.. white.. and black.. in colors of T-shirt as such..
Alexandrite changes in Gemini colors with me in the precise middle
of that Astrological sign.. on the 6th..
And yes.. my colors change
regularly too..
more than
chameleons can
imagine on
screen
door
days..:)
30,142
(:..HI says me
Me and God ALL THAT IS
IS
IS
that ALL God and Me
me says HI..:)
(:..Version other..
existing proof GOD
..short of Haiku
Haiku of short..
GOD proof existing..
other Version..:)
(:..Six A LiveviL Six A
LivedeviL
Palindrome of
GOD of proof IS
Me and God ALL THAT IS
short for Haiku
Haiku for short
IS THAT ALL God and Me
IS proof of GOD
of Palindrome
DeviliveD
A Six evilive A Six..:)
(..i love reverse from walk to dance to reading to writ
ing.. to reading to dance to walk from reverse love i..:)
(:..But anyway hope comes reading
comes hope anyway But..:)
(:..I’ll be back be I’ll
be back be
I’ll..:)
(:..to be or not to be to not or be to
soon to be or not to be to not or be
to..:)
(:.Ugh.. imagine 1000 words
poem…like this.. one can..
easily.. can one.. this like..
poem words 1000
imagine..
Ugh..:)
(:..Well.. i’m back now will what comes
next
comes what will now back i’m.. Well..:)
(:..Living childlike..fields..
fill of delight.. loft softballs..
Child Summers
Summers Child..
softballs loft.. delight of fill..
fields.. childlike Living..:)
(:..Aborigine Dream time exists
minds of Universe all time all..
all time all Universe of minds
exists time Dream Aborigine..:)
(:..Teacher.. Student..
same plans.. learning always new..
new always learning.. plans same..
Student.. Teacher..:)
(;..Too them.. for well.. is empathy hell.. in live psychopaths..
eyes of love see eyes of lies..
psychopath love.. distilled.. empath of love..
love of empath.. distilled.. love psychopath..
lies of eyes see love of eyes..
psychopaths live in.. hell empathy is.. well for.. them Too..;)
(:..!Hoots.. Play Owl.. of hot.. Jazz.. hoots.. powerful horns
blazing brightly Orleans New..
New Orleans brightly blazing..
horns powerful.. hoots.. Jazz.. hot of.. Owl Play.. Hoots!..:)
(:..We.. Rust Art.. God’s Beauty.. pyramids.. falling dust
to dust we go.. arise..
disappearing pyramids
dust
pyramids disappearing..
arise.. go we dust to
dust falling.. pyramids.. Beauty God’s.. Art Rust.. We..:)
(:..Bees are we.. without..
life.. in grains of corn..
seed of life.. buzz wings of glory..
glory of wings buzz.. life of seed..
corn of grains in.. life..
without.. we are Bees..:)
(:..Air waves music without..
science..
flow notes.. crisp originality
originality crisp.. notes flow..
science..
without music waves Air..:)
(:..Art of ‘Coral Castle’.. sweet sixteen.. dreams forever..
old man eyes.. young woman dreams..
love is new
new is love
dreams woman young.. eyes man old..
forever dreams.. sixteen sweet.. ‘Castle Coral’ of Art..:)
(:..Voices of Spring ring truth
in blooms buzzing flowering
Humming Bees
Singing..
Humans Whistling
song of Nature IN
HOPE
IN Nature of song
Whistling Humans
Singing
Bees Humming..
flowering buzzing blooms in
truth ring Spring of Voices..:)
(:..1..One letter.. one word.. one line.. one paragraph..
one page.. one book.. one library..
one Universe to view all.. one
Human
one all view to Universe.. one
library one.. book one.. page one..
paragraph one.. line one.. word one.. letter One..1..:)
(:..Petaled corsages love past..
pasting pages.. of dust gone black..
love of mine.. drifts light.. sparkling eyes.. love lives within
expressing
within lives love.. eyes sparkling.. light drifts.. mine of love
black gone dust of.. pages pastings..
past love corsages Petaled..:)
(:..Stressed Desserts sing dry..
heArt barren.. life gone..
breath continues.. heart beating..
passion lives.. comes again..
Love
again comes.. lives passion..
beating heart.. continues breath..
gone life.. barren heArt..
dry sing Desserts Stressed..:)
(:..Grows cold.. words die.. place frozen..
wHere emotions go..
mind fill decades.. bytes and bits..
words come
again..
10M…
again..
come words..
bits and bytes.. decades fill mind..
go emotions wHere..
frozen place.. die words.. cold Grows..:)
(:..Circles entrapping life.. wavering ’round..
expanding time..
breaking loose.. escaping is fun..
fun is escaping.. loose breaking..
time expanding..
’round wavering.. life entrapping Circles..:)
(:..Healing Songs Love.. synching unalike..
breaking barriers.. comes light.. melody strong
butterflies of kisses live
live kisses of butterflies
strong melody.. light comes.. barriers breaking..
unalike synching.. Love Songs Healing..:)
(:..Freest Animals roam lands of sensual..
broken tales.. males and females..
skin lost beneath.. ire fate.. clothed well delusions of
Nature
of delusions well clothed.. fate ire.. beneath lost skin
females and males.. tales broken..
sensual of lands roam Animals Freest..:)
(:..Elusive Cuckoo Clocking arriving just as always..
i break cuckoo.. time.. no longer.. masters me..
me masters.. longer no.. time.. cuckoo break i..
always as just arriving Clocking Cuckoo Elusive..:)
(:..Star David.. symbol.. male and female Equal.. ONE..
GOD or Jesus.. suicide No..
Jesus AND GOD IS basicAlly Jenner.. one way..
Jesus of art portrays female and beard..
homosexual priests are ones
who approve art then..
Elohim is originally God.. equal male and female.. Jewish first tradition..
tradition first Jewish.. female and male equal.. God originally is Elohim..
then art approves who..
ones are priests homosexual..
beard and female portrays art of Jesus
way one.. Jenner basicAlly IS GOD AND Jesus..ONE..
No suicide.. Jesus or GOD
ONE.. Equal female and male.. symbol.. David Star..:)
ONE.. Equal female and male.. symbol.. David Star..:)
No suicide.. Jesus or GOD
way one.. Jenner basicAlly IS GOD AND Jesus..ONE..
beard and female portrays art of Jesus
ones are priests homosexual..
then art approves who..
tradition first Jewish.. female and male equal.. God originally is Elohim..
Elohim is originally God.. equal male and female.. Jewish first tradition..
who approve art then..
homosexual priests are ones
Jesus of art portrays female and beard..
Jesus AND GOD IS basicAlly Jenner.. one way..
GOD or Jesus.. suicide No..
(:..Star David.. symbol.. male and female Equal.. ONE..
always as just arriving Clocking Cuckoo Elusive..:)
me masters.. longer no.. time.. cuckoo break i..
i break cuckoo.. time.. no longer.. masters me..
(:..Elusive Cuckoo Clocking arriving just as always..
sensual of lands roam Animals Freest..:)
females and males.. tales broken..
of delusions well clothed.. fate ire.. beneath lost skin
Nature
skin lost beneath.. ire fate.. clothed well delusions of
broken tales.. males and females..
(:..Freest Animals roam lands of sensual..
unalike synching.. Love Songs Healing..:)
strong melody.. light comes.. barriers breaking..
live kisses of butterflies
butterflies of kisses live
breaking barriers.. comes light.. melody strong
(:..Healing Songs Love.. synching unalike..
’round wavering.. life entrapping Circles..:)
time expanding..
fun is escaping.. loose breaking..
breaking loose.. escaping is fun..
expanding time..
(:..Circles entrapping life.. wavering ’round..
frozen place.. die words.. cold Grows..:)
go emotions wHere.
bits and bytes.. decades fill mind..
come words..
again..
10M…
again..
words come
mind fill decades.. bytes and bits..
wHere emotions go..
(:..Grows cold.. words die.. place frozen..
dry sing Desserts Stressed..:)
gone life.. barren heArt..
beating heart.. continues breath..
again comes.. lives passion..
Love
passion lives.. comes again..
breath continues.. heart beating..
heArt barren.. life gone..
(:..Stressed Desserts sing dry..
past love corsages Petaled..:)
black gone dust of.. pages pastings..
within lives love.. eyes sparkling.. light drifts.. mine of love
expressing
love of mine.. drifts light.. sparkling eyes.. love lives within
pasting pages.. of dust gone black..
(:..Petaled corsages love past..
paragraph one.. line one.. word one.. letter One..1..:)
library one.. book one.. page one..
one all view to Universe.. one
Human
one Universe to view all.. one
one page.. one book.. one library..
(:..1..One letter.. one word.. one line.. one paragraph..
truth ring Spring of Voices..:)
flowering buzzing blooms in
Bees Humming..
Singing
Whistling Humans
IN Nature of song
HOPE
song of Nature IN
Humans Whistling
Singing..
Humming Bees
in blooms buzzing flowering
(:..Voices of Spring ring truth
forever dreams.. sixteen sweet.. ‘Castle Coral’ of Art..:)
dreams woman young.. eyes man old..
new is love
love is new
old man eyes.. young woman dreams..
(:..Art of ‘Coral Castle’.. sweet sixteen.. dreams forever..
without music waves Air..:)
science..
originality crisp.. notes flow..
flow notes.. crisp originality
science..
(:..Air waves music without..
without.. we are Bees..:)
corn of grains in.. life..
glory of wings buzz.. life of seed..
seed of life.. buzz wings of glory..
life.. in grains of corn..
(:..Bees are we.. without..
dust falling.. pyramids.. Beauty God’s.. Art Rust.. We..:)
arise.. go we dust to
pyramids disappearing..
dust
disappearing pyramids
to dust we go.. arise..
(:..We.. Rust Art.. God’s Beauty.. pyramids.. falling dust
horns powerful.. hoots.. Jazz.. hot of.. Owl Play.. Hoots!..:)
New Orleans brightly blazing..
blazing brightly Orleans New..
(:..!Hoots.. Play Owl.. of hot.. Jazz.. hoots.. powerful horns
psychopaths live in.. hell empathy is.. well for.. them Too..;)
lies of eyes see love of eyes..
love of empath.. distilled.. love psychopath..
psychopath love.. distilled.. empath of love..
eyes of love see eyes of lies..
(;..Too them.. for well.. is empathy hell.. in live psychopaths..
Student.. Teacher..:)
new always learning.. plans same..
same plans.. learning always new..
(:..Teacher.. Student..
exists time Dream Aborigine..:)
all time all Universe of minds
minds of Universe all time all..
(:..Aborigine Dream time exists
fields.. childlike Living..:)
softballs loft.. delight of fill..
Summers Child..
Child Summers
fill of delight.. loft softballs..
(:..Living childlike..fields..
comes what will now back i’m.. Well..:)
next
(:..Well.. i’m back now will what comes
Ugh..:)
imagine..
poem words 1000
easily.. can one.. this like..
poem…like this.. one can..
(:.Ugh.. imagine 1000 words
to..:)
soon to be or not to be to not or be
(:..to be or not to be to not or be to
I’ll..:)
be back be
(:..I’ll be back be I’ll
comes hope anyway But..:)
(:..But anyway hope comes reading
ing.. to reading to dance to walk from reverse love i..:)
(..i love reverse from walk to dance to reading to writ
A Six evilive A Six..:)
DeviliveD
of Palindrome
IS proof of GOD
IS THAT ALL God and Me
Haiku for short
short for Haiku
Me and God ALL THAT IS
GOD of proof IS
Palindrome of
LivedeviL
(:..Six A LiveviL Six A
other Version..:)
GOD proof existing..
Haiku of short..
..short of Haiku
existing proof GOD
(:..Version other..
me says HI..:)
that ALL God and Me
IS
IS
Me and God ALL THAT IS
(:..HI says me
The
answer
for me
is simple,
per ‘Is IT a Sin
to Seek Knowledge’.
If IT does not exist on the beach
without foot prints of humans;
IT does not exist other than
imagination and creativity of human beings.
That’s a double edged sword; Humans live in both heaven and hell;
Often of their own making, mostly with ‘books’, one way or the other.
I buy my own salvation with innate instinct and intuition; it’s free,
whether big black books
or other humans
like that
or
NOT..:)
Something me
and a Seagull
named ‘Jonathan’
have in common..:)
That’s a total of 19 Palindrome responses to
all the dVerse poets until my publish time..
with extras after publish time.. noted and
provided below.. along with 9 of mine
added to make 28 with 28 more of
the mirrored bunch to make
56 total Palindromes
as a poem of one
WHOLE PALINDROME..:)
Yes.. most definitely long..
but still long fun for me..:)
(:..HeArt Stomachs rumble losses seemingly non-replaceable..
inside lives.. loves greater than this
this than greater loves.. lives inside
non-replaceable seemingly losses rumble Stomachs HeArt..:)
(:..Disconnect of life.. coming from birth..
TV’s.. computers.. electronic devices..
disconnect human being mechanical
over social
cognition
social over
mechanical being human disconnect..
devices electronic.. computers.. TV’s..
birth from.. coming life of Disconnect..:)
Lost…
?..Palindrome last..;)
):..Fog night.. voice screams.. sending.. ceiling..
never receiving
screaming louder.. no returning.. fog
black
fog.. returning no.. louder screaming
receiving never
ceiling.. sending.. screams voice.. night Fog..:(
(;..last Palindrome..?
…Lost
Thanks again, Mary;
I thoroughly enjoyed this..:)
Ha!.. thanks Sumana.. i don’t do anything part of the way.. for me heaven is now.. so i treat now.. with the upmost respect.. care.. effort.. and inspiring action..:)..!
LivedeviL.. yes.. says many things in 9 letters..
and glad you enjoy the photos..
But the bottom line is ..
there is one GOD of
‘Angels and Devils’.. same..
and all get treats
by merits of life..
and not
gifts alone..:)
Life is a journey of now..
and never a destination
to me..
at
least..:)
And hope all your
nows are heaven
to you.. as well..
my
friend..:)
Hi Bjorn.. this has been one of my most
favorite challenges from the dVerse crowd..
truly when one engages in the full art of language..
Palindromes as they naturally can come as well..
show how nature is inter wined with language..
smiles.. better put language is Nature..
visual symbols adapted
from Nature
is what language is..
so truly at core it is no
different than those photos
up there that can say almost an infinite
number of humanly produced abstract visual symbols..
as truly all humans are Universes unto themselves.. as how Carl Sagan puts it
among your peers of physicists.. human is the Cosmos unto Itself.. truly no different than biblical intuitive poetic text.. that says the same..
just replace the abstract 5 letter word Cosmos with GOD and voila science and GOD are ONE aSWELL..
and truly the beautiful mind video..
along with the mathematics of the formation of stars.. black holes.. etc.. as a symphony of reality is literal PROOF OF GOD’S EXISTENCE…
HOW PEOPLE can miss this..
particularly scientists who watch
the evidence and are pArt of that..
is SO MISSING THE FOREST FOR THE TREES..
A Palindrome in sentence form.. a Haiku..
a micro-poetic expression is a fractal of a forest that is the Universe too..
So yeah.. this is not just a poem.. TRULY for those with eyes that see.. BIGGER
AND smaller aLLaSONe
It is also evidence of
GOD.. THE COSMOS..
THE UNIVERSE.. WTF.. IT’S ALL THAT IS..:)
BIGGEST SMILES.. and have a great now.. Friend..:)
Thanks vandana.. language can live dead or alive..
And for me poetry brings both language
and
me
LITERaLLy back to life.. as passion
and
LIGHT..
in death
of life..
So yeah..
Poetry is as magicK
as a Phoenix
rising
from
ashes
one
and
SAME..:)
Thanks for the visit
and hope your
nows
are
sup
erb..:)
I Love a challenge..
you can ask my
Marine gym-mates..
when they.. smiles..
suggest I cannot lift
a thousand pounds with my legs..
Well.. the only reason I cannot.. is the
machine only holds a total of 930LBS..
with the last plate teetering over the edge..
So to meet the challenge I now do it 20 times
slowly with my arms raised over my head.. but
yes.. there are still some ‘GYM’ literalists who suggest I
cannot do the extra 70LBS.. just ’cause they cannot
see the specific evidence in front of their eyes.. not
unlike my ‘Scientist’ Atheist friends who cannot
see GOD
in my eyes
either..
Anyway..
I love a challenge
and the greatest challenge
of my life is proving GOD
exists to ATHEISTS..
AS LORD I LOVE
A CHALLENGE
and i
often hangout
at the place
with the
greaTEST
PERCENTAGE
of atheists online..
per scientific study
for THAT
CHALLENGE..
JUST FOR FUN..
as militant
atheists are truly
no different at core
than fundamentalist
christians.. neither
are gonna change
their mind about
anything in life..
beyond
their
purview..
and that’s okay..
as the challenge is
still fun.. and only builds
my faith to a mountain
of Universe
for
me..
where i can
irrefutably prove
the flesh and blood
results.. from head to
toe to
eyes..;)
Have a great now friend..
and live it to the
MOST..:)!
IS my suggestion to
all.. no matter the
isolating
traps of
language..:)
Now.. yes.. is something
all of us 6 feet above
instead of 6
feet below
folks
can
count
on
now..
and yeah..
3 foot and
7 foot
folks
too..:)
JUSTICE ALWAYS
be
KIND
with
COURAGE NOW
with
KIND
be
ALWAYS JUSTICE
ALWAYS JUSTICE
be
KIND
with
COURAGE NOW
with
KIND
be
JUSTICE ALWAYS
A PALINDROME OF
E very thing
T
O
ME..:)
32,731
Food Trough of Dancing Buffet
is what it takes.. to fuel a 232 LB
body through.. distance and space..
in Martial Arts.. Ballet style all around
the metro area world.. 3714 miles now..
approaching 22 months.. in serious ART..
of both fun.. and more athletic abilities that
are required even in sports.. overall.. at least…
Nah.. the questions come.. is it LSD.. Cocaine..
Molly/DMT.. or even Mushrooms that one smokes..
but oh no.. it is the “Ryan’s Buffet”.. Casino Buffets..
that yes.. do replace at least 6,000 calories burning
for 9 miles on Saturday on Casino BLVDS.. and a real
dance of marathon for 23 miles.. at mall and beach
on Sunday.. through afternoon and evening sea
breezes.. of everything from old rock and roll
to modern electro trance music..
where i truly breeze ONE
body with air
of Beach.. warm
Gulf waters.. yes..
as similar.. walking
on water is not nearly
the feat as dancing air
on terrestrial land feet
but anyway.. without ALL
the all you-can-eat buffets..
we will surely spend more on
groceries to feed the hungry of
dance.. that raves through me from
head to toe lightening ways of energy
display… a far cry from the olden days
at Burger King.. half-a-day senior i.. at high
school.. when all my friends munch so freely
on high price fries paid for in complete by parent
allowance.. while me working as a Janitor still cannot
even afford a crispy salty delicious fry.. mouth watering
they are then.. but the benefit of now.. is fries can come
or go.. i can afford them.. and all the food i do.. makes the
dance of life.. possible.. in Nike ways of just doing flight on land!..
Ringing the Dinner Bell and bringing on the dance.. sleep.. write.. repeat..
EAT..:)
Ah.. the Fried Green Tomatoes of life.. tangy and crisp.. tomatoey and fresh..
but ugh.. slimy too.. like okra slices of life.. oh.. i still try them now and
then.. as the movie is too good to pass them up in nostalgia of taste..:)
Ah.. the silky smooth jellowee tongued peach of processed way..
but ooh.. that fine fur just rubs my tongue raw.. in fresh
peach way.. strawberry goosebumps do arise
in peachy clean ways of rubbing nose..
juicy yes.. and acidic oh!..:)
OMG.. potatoes.. the most boring staple of life of all..
when served plain of course.. but oh goodness.. the creamy
sour and buttery bacon delights and so much more
that can be added in on vanilla
potatoes
of
life..:)
Oh my.. dates remind me of eating cockroaches for some strange
reason.. never eat those cockroaches by the way..
but still the dates break apart in this spiny
leg way.. that remind
me of hind quarters
of cockroaches
come loose
in my
mouth and ooh..
if i ride a roller coaster
after eating bacon wrapped
‘roach legs’.. i don’t wanna know
what comes next.. and know you don’t either..
smiles.. dates or not.. now is good.. no dates for me.. but thanks..:)
Ah.. food.. predictable and delicious… fruit of humans
not always fresh.. nor vegetables of eyes..
crisp and clear.. it’s like pets..
food is always there for us..
no matter what..
humans
not so
clear..
or crispin
delicious
uncondition
Ally
loving
food
and pets..:)
Ah.. decadent dreams of deep dark chocolates do relate..
fantasies.. of delightful melting Easter bunny
coating nests of bunnies..
with eggs uphold first
in chocolate covered
rivers..do flow
brown
oceans of
sweetest blue..:)
OMG.. Kimchi.. Menudu..
and Chitterlings.. sounds like
a boy band trio.. of
quick steps
to the
head of
Navy language
for relief.. on both
ends of the ship..:)
Oh.. the Mac-N-Cheese of life..
a wonderful metaphor for the blanket of life..
where some folks hang in trees and other folks
are forest.. monkey see.. monkey do.. monkey hear..
i am u u or me.. we are us.. GOD are we.. hehe haha..
life’s a blast when floating on mac-n-cheese as a blanket of life..;)
Ah for me to be 5 again.. as school takes away the peachy life of freshly made
churning cream.. of river front life.. chairs of old.. flaking paint.. breeze flowing
cool humid and steamy hot.. over river dreams.. love is in the air.. in
arms of churning ones.. a peach of life.. is a cobbler road.. of yellow
brick one for me in Oz.. and yes.. finally..i freely go back..
whenever i love.. a place called home..:)
From an early age people tell me i am trash..
not even trash.. as at least trash is given careful attention..
to go to a secure place.. i suppose with all that hate i could be
a serial killer now.. after all.. i can look like the devil
as well as an angel with an instant expression of this
or that.. but NO.. Love is more powerful than
bullies seeing thin little ugly boys..
with only eyes of feminine
love and lashes.. LOVE IS
inside me growing more powerful
and powerful by the now.. then.. until
it blinds the bullies with more light
than they can stand
or fall so
they crawl
away in
darkness
and
i shine
in
dance
like
a frigging
‘Arnold’
ballet dancer
on the DRUG
OF
LOVE..
IT IS NOT often that
a poem brings tears to my
eyes but if people could see
the places i have been to they
will see more of what makes me
what i am.. the haters make me more
loving than anyone else.. the lesson of love
is tough
UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE FOR ME..:)
I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS
SO STRONG THAT NO ONE CAN UNRAVEL
THIS
ONION
OF
LOVE..:)
The chocolate dessert of the west knows no desert
of African way.. to love is to feel.. we are one race of love
and hunger.. to feed in mouth
and
sOul
with spiRit
of heArt as food as well..
If empathy dies.. starvation
grows.. a seed of love
is food
of life.. as WELL..
of watered LOVE..:)
Oh.. the world of home entertainment..
when stacks of potatoes of 3 channels of black and white..
grows to color.. to pong.. to Nintendo.. to XBOX LIVE! to HDTV
and 4 or whatever comes next
at BEXT BUY for CHEAP..
BUT nah.. it will never replace a time
before AC on front porch way..
with a neighborly hug..
and talk of anything
even the weather
before
weather channel way..:)
Sometimes i miss
vanilla potatoes
MORE
than all the
fixINs..:)
Ah.. soft drinks and potato chips are my dreams when young
floating on a chip of coke.. drinking and munching forever
in delight of life.. but oh no.. i drive to the bank
in hot weather over and over to see
the temperature rise on ‘cycle..
until heat exhaustion comes
and then a nightmare
of potato chip
arrives
and my
dream of chips
and coke is spoiled
forevermore.. no.. no coke..
but i still eat more than one chip..:)
Ah the dessert.. the wine.. of bright red lips..
so fine is she who delights below
is above.. mine dreams
as love defines..:)
Ah.. the food of customer service is the best taste of all..
where friendly service of pickles and lettuce
are juicer than the best
of root beer floats..
hell no when
pre-paid burgers
come.. i ain’t going..
i’ll stay at home..
with a smile or
not from dear
wife true..;)
Ah.. the diversity of food is what makes it great..
there is no more discriminating palate than
the one who enjoys all of it…:)
Ah.. Artists grow for nourishment of heArt.. where Art becomes
food for sOuls expressing spiRit deLight..
OH.. tHere is a cure for the loneLY
heaRt to ART IS food in
soUl of expressing
energy calories
of spIrit..
IN gourMet
LIGHT
and
LOVE..:)
Oh.. the farm of life.. is a nutritional one..
where all the pArts of heArt grow
as one SOUL OF Spirit of
US.. in seed of us as
all starts and ends..
WE are
the
Tree and
FREE
IN
LIFE..:)
Ah.. brown strawberries
are my favorite
so tall and perky..
a delight of tongue
and other stuff
that soothes..
a winter
soul..:)
Ah.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
There is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
of life
is you..
my seed
of
Light.:)
Oh.. Lord..the sin of food..
so decadent is sugar
and fat.. and carbohydrates
of life.. oh but surely STRESS
KILLS.. and anything is better
than dying without a heart
in life or death..
Mother at 80.. overweight..
eats all she wants.. 300
cholesterol.. no statins..
no drugs at all..
her secret now OUT
in me TOO..
I CONTROL
MY HAPPINESS
AND NOT
commercials
of worry..
life flows from
THAT more
than
death flows
from food..:)
Note:
THAT is LOVE..:)
Ah.. the cakes of life do lend fillings of icing.. oh the icing of life..
do feel lesser cakes.. with icing.. but for me the cake and
icing can go away.. i’ll stay with the feeling..
and spank the sweet tooth.. of life..
No.. not easy to do.. sweet is sweet..:)
So true the pot luck of mama can be so sweet..
but the luck of pot holes in roads so
dark.. can stumble the strongest
of feet.. Oh.. to carry on..
in dust or not..
to pain away..
’till the sweet
pot luck of
mama
comes
again..:)
Oh goodness.. bread and wine of life
is shared innately.. no need for
books.. announcements
or special guru songs
to sing this song
of one life
of
love
for all who
come to the
communion of nature
as human and all other
animal holy sacred loving life..:)
Oh.. no.. the reality of the empty hunger of life’s cooks..
simmering a brew of delicacy to all those unsuspecting
victims of cuisine.. the cook loves without requite..
it is the journey of the meal that counts
more than the meal itself..
We need more cooks
and less diners..
i guess..:)
The culture of food is one that sticks to ribs
of nationalism.. flags fly high over
meals served special.. every
village has a menu of
humans served so
well and no
not the
Twilight
Zone
Good Book
version
of
TO
SERVE
HUMAN.. BUT
THAT too.. IS A SCI-
FI CULTURAL DISH..:)
Ah.. small town dreams of suit and tie…
drives to bigger towns with fancy pant
meals.. 4 or 5 plates more with forks
and spoons.. than Village Parkway…
A prom perhaps.. a sparkling light
experience.. shining on spoons
and moons of eyes.. in
lovely young
love.. first
captured
bright..
what
food..
what
food..
i never noticed..
the food at all..:)
Human connection.. the source of all real human happiness.. so hard to find theses days.. truly it can be.. but living as shut-in for five years.. i learn the lesson.. of reaching out so strong.. as truly to connect as human is to live..
SURVIVE YES.. THRIVE..:)
I truly do not understand this in my college years…
i THINK NOT FEEL..
a person can study study study study..
and study more like a robot..
as making good grades and getting a good job is what is required to survive..
Then.. when making A’s is the grade and a B or C is the end of the world for me.. i miss out on the most important grade with my nose stuck in a book.. or lecture hall.. or solitary job as Janitor.. and that is the human connection that most all humans must have to survive and thrive as human being…
And then the darkness starts to envelope me.. i feel more and more disconnected.. depressed.. but then it is just a vague feeling.. as i do not understand that one must practice loving connections with others.. just like ‘regular muscle’.. OR the love muscle will atrophy into depression.. where emotions fade that emote human action for all we do in life…
And truly i do not understand this fully until my 40’s when the stress of work takes all my love away.. and all
THAT IS left is an empty shell of Zombie Human being.. and words that are empty shells of hope for heArt to come again.. like Phoenix rising from the ashes of black hole sun soul.. but if that is not enough.. the depression starts to physically age me.. even earlier in college.. in my late teen school age depression.. my skin looks bad.. my legs get weak.. my hair starts to fall out in handfuls.. and then i realize my body is telling me
CHANGE OR ELSE..
‘funny’ how that works.. we actually get warnings from GOD
like that.. to REACH OUT AND CONNECT OR ELSE…
NO.. I guess where you live.. you will not be able to start dancing everywhere you go.. like me after 5 years of invisibility as a Hunch Back of Notre Dame bedroom shut-in.. to connect.. as truly the dance is an accommodation to humanly connect as the invisible man i once am.. people tend to realize you are
SOME KIND OF HUMAN..
WHEN A PERSON DANCES IN
SPIRITUAL CONNECTION WITH GOD AT LEAST..:)
And No.. trust me there are no real midgets.. as when a heart grows.. to the size of a mansion.. even a four foot eleven.. 94 year old crippled woman like my Aunt Jettie.. can be a super-sized human spirit.. as compared to the man i am then.. half her age at 47…
I look AT her broad smile THEN..
through all those wrinkle lines of face and crinkled blue eyes of most beautiful azure sky.. and i know the truth then.. that spirit of human heart emotion expressed as human soul.. for others and received as such in life is all that
FRIGGING COUNTS.. AND I WILL USE THE F U WORD..
but it probably will not be appropriate..
but never the less.. sometimes we need to
SCREAM F U
to culture.. including school.. work..and all those requirements.. just
REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE.. as GOD will have us do.. to even stay alive as human being..
So yes.. keep reaching out with all that GOOEY HEART STUFF WITH your siblings.. as the LOVE we GIVE.. is ALL we TAKE with us.. in this life to the hereafter.. and even love without requite.. is the LOVE WE TAKE WITH US.. WHEN WE DO MEET ALLAH.. FACE TO FACE..:)
JUST DON’T GIVE UP.. KEEP LOVING.. EVEN IF IT TAKES..
‘TILL THE DAY YOU DIE.. TO FEEL YOU LIVE WITH LOVE..:)
just say:
I AM SPECIAL I AM LOVE
and study it like a course on life..
AFFIRM IT OVER AND OVER.. YES.. WRITE IT DOWN..
DON’T JUST LOVE.. BE LOVE.. BE ALLAHONE’S UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH
LOVE..
THE REAL LOVE GYM OF LIFE
IS THE ONE WE EXERCISE
AS LOVE MUSCLE
FROM HEAD
TO TOE..
EXPRESSING
LOVE..:)
AND all the cultural
symbols including
these words
that can
BE
wrapped
ALLUP
in
the
PRESENT
OF THE PRESENT
NOW AS LOVE..:)
SO YEAH!
LOVE..:)
I Love YOU!..:)
just the way you are..
i don’t care if you are
short or
NOT..;)
or even have a
face
at
all..:)
You are Rafiah.. my friend..
and you are precious..
yes again..
JUST THE
WAY YOU
ARE..:)
Seriously you are brave
enough to reach out to me.. as A FRIEND..
i have many superficial admirers in life as the circus
act i can be.. but few friends like you.. as you
simply reach out to me.. you have that gift
of reaching out.. continue to use it.. and you WILL
FIND MANY MORE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND YOU..
JUST waiting for
someone to be brave
enough to
say hi..
you have a
beautiful heart…
YOU DO HAVE A
BEAUTIFUL
HEART..:)
YES!
I LOVE YOU
FOR THAT..:)
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Ah.. yes..
the clever one..
always having just enough rope..
to avoid the stringing up..
the fox that never sweats..
the hen that never runs..
the clever one..
who hides
in
plain
sight..:)
The sights.. smells.. and sounds.. of bar diversity..
in human.. pheromones.. alive as same.. dripping alcohol off bar glasses..
finding how males really feel about women in pissing rooms.. and women
knowing and now coupling up with each other instead..
oh the battle of the sexes..
one in bar life.. and women are on top.. with each other now..
amazing how much humans have changed since the 80’s..
everything goes now.. and perhaps that’s good
for over-population that
separates the masses
from each other
in big city life..:)
Ah.. the bright of June.. even the word is four of magic five
of now.. 18 today.. as Summer becomes adult.. at 21..
the promise of the longest day..
in Northern Hemisphere way..
oh.. the days never end
when the green of
life lives
in
Summer’s
June
Firefly
i..:)
Ah.. the sacred purpose of poetry
to make sign language of paper
organic.. the words become
emotions.. the emotions
become flesh..
the flesh
liveS
for
ever
in the
word
ALIVE..:)
Ooh.. mirrored lakes of cream churn away
the skies of ice cream dreams.. a pleasure
it is to melt away the long summer day
with memes.. of living
dessertStressed noway..:)
Ah.. the songs of Nature so often provide the background
message of country westerns of my past.. watching
the balance of nature.. with eagles and snakes like
this in the continuing play of life.. where
people become snakes and eagles
and the two will dance a dance of
life or death.. or in between
mundane
of dwelling
dance alike
or different in
red and
white men
and women
ways..:)
Dream of the feral cat inside outside
or indoor cat.. is to breathe it all
in.. climb and spin around
in cat tail dreams
among the
leaves of
grass and sandy
hills of Summer delight…
Oh to lay inside can be a sad
cat way of life.. but getting fed
is always the incentive that strays
the call of the wild in whiskers of free..:)
Ah.. the grass is a beauty as leaves hold together but
the beach of sands and sparkling diatoms of gulf
with humid puffy skies of night painted clouds..
bring love and sand together on breath of
two intwined as one.. beach of love..
Oh God my youth is magic..
and best of all is i can
go there again in
words and
water on
sandlit nights..:)
Soil of SoUl.. memory of Love..
dig the soil.. expose the sOul..
heArt alive.. expresses spiRit..:)
Ah.. life on river.. where home and water become one..
there is a power of water that ionizes a mind and body
in balance more alive.. as swirling air above the dreams
of river become us in flow again.. be the water.. float..
in dreams come true..:)
Ah.. to the north us skies are never lit by cities..
the quiet is deafening unto itself.. and the
frogs sing on humid nights.. but oh so sad..
is where have the fire flies gone.. it seems
years since they flew so free in my area..
disappearing like the bees now.. where
magic
goes
away.. but anyway
there is always YouTube
and Google photos but
never the magic of
lighted wings
in quiet
night
lights..:)
Dreams of twilight mixing words do delight..
Oh.. images of daylight do bring
sounds of dreams in night..
oh just to bring those
dreams alive
is sanity
in
normal
life.. is
a play of life
for me.. as well..:)
Ah.. the Judas often bleeds the most..
the anti-hero seldom celebrated but
brings the change.. the dark comes
first and then the light ends where
dark brown leaves come in fall to
rise again.. in seed of sprout..
loving grains are gray and
white.. sometimes
black.. and blood
and blue
red..:)
Oh the sitters and the rovers play their roles..
to adventure.. to go.. in Star Trek way no
human goes.. is to feel the Universe
still expanding.. outward..
as.. i’s..:)
Oh.. the deadbolt of the closed mind
heart.. can be such a cold place to
be.. oh the key can be as close
as a dance step away
in free of soul
and spirit
expressing
i’s..:)
The day before the longest day of Father’s day
is my father’s birthday passed away a year ago
last month.. sadly i never got to know him
even in the same room.. but yes there are
worse things.. much more horrifying
stuff than a parent that is quite
without emotions.. null
and void definitely
beats verbal
or physical abuse..
and TG my mother
is an unconditional love
as without two.. you are
certainly a gift from GOD
as the kind and courageous you
that inspires these words of life..:)
Oh my God.. emotions fully experienced are the
glue of loving.. crying .. fearful.. and all
memories in between.. to lose
emotion is same as heart..
or expressing that as spirit..
and without heart and spirit
expressing now the soul
dies a lonely
death as
life..
HOPE
IS EMOTION
AND POSSIBLE
AGAIN.. AS WELL..:)
Humans develop logic to reason events of the past in forecast of the future..
A neo-cortical rather new development that sets humans in an illusion of past
and future as well…
The Past and future illusion
can sink a person to the lowest levels
below an ocean floor..
The Sea Gulls of the air have no worry for this.. as they simply connect to
GOD and leave the issues of what will be greater than they to GOD..
totAlly without thought or consequence and that is what GOD
has it be.. as GOD just IS.. and not a thing
that tiny humans will ever fully
comprehend..as long
as humans
keep their
tiny eyes
and
brains..
which make
them human too..:)
Humans think they are smart..
but for the most no they are not..
that’s easy to measure in the misery
of eyes.. everywhere i go.. even in the
Land of the Free.. Free is not free.. free
is without worry.. worry free is life.. in now..;)
The answer for me is simply.. trust God that lives
within the human soul.. heart.. and spirit.. and let the
negativity of others go.. no matter how confused they are
as mired in darkness in both sunlight and moonlight ways..:)
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Ah yes.. i ruin the taste of ‘those dates’..
and truly a rose is to rise above the program
that others will try so hard to program us as..
FREE is a way
for me.. in
social cooperation..
courage and kindness..
a Tree of Life
for me on this
Eve of Summer SoLsTiCe
for the longest day
of
heArt
as wEll
as
ALLways
now..
expressiNg
spiRit
sOul
i..:)
Ah… a blanket of being.. existence.. moving electrons.. around nucleus.. fire being..
moving.. ALLways moving.. dancing togetHeR.. singing sound movement
inspiring.. expanding.. blanket.. more and more.. until it’s folding
in golden spirals.. coming
again
and again..
deLight US is
iS..:)
Medicine for muse is certainly cat nature for i.. to smell fresh
garden air of Summer night’s heArt.. is play of flight
in furry pause way.. savoring present moments..
grasping claws soil in soul.. grains.. sand.. spilling
all around.. dust of me.. musing sparkles life..:)
Oh.. personification.. woManiFicatiOn.. TRUST
a perfecting photo of wifey love is truly must
for me.. Ah.. delightful ways of play in lust
be free.. making now greaTEST PRACTICE…
ART CREATION activities.. longevITy TRUSTS..:)
ImagiNaTion set free.. creativity poetry.. sOul..
heArt expressing spirIT.. what the cEO will
never know.. now to be alive.. is their prison..
but bars removed from heaRt and soUl..
in walls and bars of coldest.. still cannot
stop a heart from beating Art
of spiRiT.. a uniVERSE
of i.. is finAlly
free
SOUL..:)
Ah.. the battle of the sexes.. as women embrace more
of the tough side of nature.. oh the males do stay
so often stale.. never realizing that love can move
legs from quarter to a half a ton.. and haha.. i
can prove that too.. on YouTube way..
there is no
power
stronger than a
tear to fortress male..
as strong
as
female..
turning
titanic
of patriarchy
back to egalitarianism..
iceberg too tall for many..
but yes.. mountain of loVE..
comes wITh tears..:)
Truly the only STUFF setting psychopath apart
from hero.. is heart.. and oh boy do i have
heArt.. a psychopath will never
stand a chance
in hell
with
my
heaven.. smiles..
my eyes will
pierce their
souls
like
laseRing
Love..:)
Ah.. yes.. for me.. poems do not think.. mechanical cognition..
they live aLive.. social cognitiOn.. innate instinct and
intuitive heArt.. label comes last..
substance.. soUL poeTry..
spiRit expressing
lives
First..:)
Dancing on sugar whites sands of emerald green
sea-weed gulf.. these weeds do leave distinct
waves on soil.. and patterns of my
feet skating reverse in Nike way..
wHere golden spiraling swirls
do follow same
golden shores
of GOD..
ah.. to
reflect GOD
in dance
is a
magical
way of
life for me..
to do it in Poetry
can be divine
less or more
Golden
Swirling
Love..:)
Oh yeah.. it is my father’s birthday on the 20th of June.. passed away a year will be 83.. and truly wonder if even today.. i will be man enough.. for him to NOT tell me.. make sure you raise your son like a man.. for those fathers who are not strong enough to stay around.. for child to become love instead of hardened law enforcement.. military.. or whatever makes polar opposite gender roles ring.. all puppy dog tails.. and no sugar and spice.. well let me tell you daddy.. up there in heaven.. where all heroes go.. i am stronger than anyone as loving as me.. will ever be in this life.. as love is what makes ya strong and if you could have learned that on your own.. perhaps one day you could have made the grade.. of ‘super hero’ too.. and no.. not in your eyes.. the eyes of onlookers .. and no doubt for 46 years of law enforcement.. you are a hero.. but the tears i learn from mama.. is eventually with your strength.. and fearless.. what makes the S come true for hope of miracles in me.. so God Bless ya.. and thank you for leaving.. as honestly that made me more man than I could ever be.. i’m quite sure of that..:)
Ah.. the core of Capitalism steeped deep..
in a Patriarchy of repressed emotional
life of little boys.. growing cold.. finding
release in sex and not much else.. and
when that gets boring all is left is power..
but the whole of life will never ever be
filled without that heArt.. that fuels a
spiRit expressing sOul.. wHere
satisfaction is always now..
with never a need but
for the present of
giving Love..
Oh.. the
path to
hell paving grey..
with deserted tears
Desert eyes of hate..
AND Love wins the
present
of
now..
you lose
you lost..
you’ll never
see lasting now
satisfaction in
power or greed..
or one night
stands of
domination…:)
Tree of love.. tree of life.. life of love is Tree of life.. ah.. to grow alive..
in reaching roots.. to touch.. allow.. a heArt to spend a present
delight.. expressing all of soul in spiRit spreading bright..
oh the leaves of spring ring true in love of
all four seasons
of human
eyes
sOul
i..:)
Ah.. evil breeds in pews of Southern Baptist white churches.. where gays
are told.. their deeds are evil.. where boys are told that men don’t
cry.. where social roles die in spreading Capitalism way..
where mental illness and drugs are stigma
that truly are often part of little
boys without tears
of joy.. and sadness..
the answer is love..
the question is love..
the problem is no love..
the problem is no heart
the problems is no spirit
expressing soul.. the problem
child is child with no soul.. or social role..
the perpetrators are society as whole..
Love is the
answer.. the Golden
Rule is innate.. instinctual and intuitive..
when human emotions are set FREE!..
IF only pews of Southern Baptist
churches could ever get that message
of so-called Jesus.. A Golden rule guy..
as Tough Unconditional Love.. perhaps
boys
could
become
men
of love..
where i live in the deep
south of LA.. Lower Alabama..
AKA as hell.. the panhandle of
Florida.. literally named HELL as
territory at one point..
with the most churches
per square mile later
and the most hates
for blacks and gays
even later.. it’s still
that way..
in Northern part of counties..
nothing has changed..
hate is still the rule
of
different..
even at the Pastors
home with his
family deriding
blacks at
the dinner
table
of plenty..
as well as gays..
It disgusts me..
but again..
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE WHICH
MEANS CALLING OUT
THAT ANSWER IS THE ANSWER..
no matter who calls it.. so-called Jesus
or the hobo
schizophrenic
guy on the corner
street all ALONE..
who is told to
pull his boot straps
up and get a job
by the
local Pastor…:(
(;..To be clear.. not
all SB churches are
like this.. but i find
most are.. in personal
experiences.. visiting
them as participant
observer Anthropologist..:)
Sorry.. this is quite long too..
but this subject is A HOTTEST
TOPIC OF INTEREST TO ME..
AND you just inspire this.. from
me.. so smiles again.. if you will..:)
ALL WE CAN DO IS LOVE THE BEST
WE
CAN.. BUT NEVER EVER STAND STILL
AND BE
QUIET.. WHEN ANSWERS DO COME..:)
Wall flowers of dark brown eyes.. see only gray of Love
in black sparks.. where eyes of passion and Love
do flow among the wanted toys of boys and girls
of light.. oh.. the hope is Love.. the story is kind
to never give up.. to courage.. Love..
to reach out and be
alive.. a flower
of wall..
blooming
Dance toGetHeR..:)
Ah.. the mother who responds
in like with open mind of heart
as Love.. a Treasure for
greater connection
as
Love..:)
Ah.. only if the minute lover can
taste the honey doing of
Unconditional Love.. tough
as nails.. soft as heart..
living always now as
present.. where minute
or time is nonexistent
life living always Love..:)
Oh.. the Mother’s Love.. not bound by
weight of courage.. spirit of Love
light.. loving bright.. star
of soul sings spirit heart..
no matter ribs
of bone
or flesh..:)
Fear.. the father of hate.. the brother of doubt.. the sister of greed.. the daughter
of jealousy.. the cousin of envy.. the citizen of US.. oh Love.. the bringer of Light..
the mother of time.. the spiral of now.. the Golden rule present..
why oh why.. just love.. oh Fear..
Oh.. LOVE
OH TIME go away..
onLY PreSent LOVE
heals
the
other
way..:)
Ah.. the greatest loves are tests without
requite.. sometimes that is solitary
love as well.. but a perfection
of practice.. in sands
of shaping challenge
can make the
hermit
as strong
as shell of Love
in giving others..:)
And yes.. it is possible
to Love the Most.. and
and separate oneself
from negativity..
practice.. practice..
as always
another
step in
a better
direction.:)
The blood of love.. no longer red.. or pink
or even grey.. blood runs black..
soul stays cold.. heart stold
spirits withhold.. but
hope lives..
wHere
blood
runs
brighter..
in spots of
heArt alive..:)
Oh.. to lose my mind.. a target of non-requite..
so many years.. so trapped in head..
oh the dance of Love.. does finAlly
come.. go away thoughts..
my Love
IS
here in steps
of heArt..:)
Love.. the flight of Seagull wings.. that sees no high
or hears no low.. oh.. to be alive.. to soar
so high.. low.. with ‘Jonathan wings’..
beyond the Sun.. inside the
moon.. of use we do..
Love.. to simply
glide..
as
Light..:)
Oh the dream of death.. the longest dream
of now that knows.. ah the respite
of life.. a tasteful way
knowing delight..
ah the dream of death
goes on in knowing
why.. oh to live in
death.. is courage..
is courage.. is never
ever giving
up..
will over fear
over love
will
to
survive..:)
A love that never ends
exists as now.. no measure..
a gift.. that never dies..
alive.. for Nowloveis..:)
Ah.. yes.. the inner space of water true in oceans green
of ever life.. so deep.. and spiny spawn of electro
fish terror.. yes.. alien life is right here below
us.. just waiting to be shared and felt..
a source of aliens..
is just a cup
of
water
away.. beneath
a dark blue
waving
swimmy
way..:)
Small hors d’oeuvres of pleasure
after a lengthy stay inside
the tavern.. is all
that’s left of me..
for her to
savor
after
withdrawing
my full bank account..
LOViNG WAY deep..:)
i have this dream in youth i will marry this
flower and never grows old..
so far it is a miracle
but yes.. it is
TRUTH..
the other side
is it is still
a practical Virgin..
be careful what one
wishes for with
love
or not..
Love is the
cure of
Age.. in
spirit of flesh..:)
Colors in blankets of us.. hues of differences
in grey.. love is a flower without hues or
shades.. love is a flower with limitless
petals floating off stems of us..:)
And the pages of God’s breath breathes effortless
without tress of bark withheld.. in spiraling way
of endless ..in power and without… this
Love is far beyond human love in
strength and love and
courage.. just
be.. and
never ever
go
away..:)
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Finding flow..current..stream..wave..rain
pouring as Monsoon..in ocean blues
bring lighting floods of Love in eyes
that dream like water..Oh tears
Monsoon floods reign too above
below Seagull’s wings fly high
low as flow in all of this
as they know now
is no
desert
fear
of soul
Monsoon
tears soar as Love
Oh.. a desert of words.. devoid in colors of deeper emotions..
living death of humans words.. ah.. hues of words gaining depth
in shades of life.. words come alive with human eyes..
bright and no longer dead in life..
Monsoon emotions reborn.. alive..
Endless Love..Word..:)
Ah.. Monsoon of change always inspiring
by first drop of human sweat.. tears.. and blood..
to fire a storm.. holding back arms of folding close and same..
when flood gates open.. rains of more do come..
water holding hands together..
change of Monsoon is season now..:)
Angel of rain.. comes clean with ever no ulterior motive..
washing away eyes of dirt.. cleansing earth.. from deserts..
powerful mover.. shaker.. life giver.. taker.. Monsoon Angel
and Devil as one.. all natural comes.. in Monsoon change..
Angel and Devil reigns.. as one force Monsoon..:)
Ghosts rains.. past shadow.. quietly..
in drops of eyes.. respite from steaming
Summer scorch.. rains soothe.. Monsoon memory waiting ’round
drops of yesteryears.. living still.. rains past shadow..:)
Black hole emergency room.. rain not easily escaping..
parching throats of Love.. anticipating worst.. or best..
in prayers.. of living now..
sunlit eyes peak through..
tear love sharing strangers..
never meeting on sidewalk streets..
love lives on in death.. death mends love..
for those who love life and death…
as marrying partners of now…
Monsoon death equally
ruling Monsoon life..:)
Ah.. grief.. a rain with no rules
inside.. oh.. grief.. a rule of showing
outside.. but grief.. a way of
living Monsoon sadness
to each as own..
a heArt
alone..:)
A never land..
drips and drops..
single travels splash
in swirling moisture flow..
oh change.. ah change.. is in the air..
a drop of life
is all
it
takes as Monsoon
grows in
Light
of
heArT..:)
Never a stranger to earth.. for so many
years until humans erase stranger’s
existence from the face of earth..
stranger still lives in mountain
streams.. in drops of coming
rain and Monsoon floods..
all around this stranger
lives.. with never judgement
against what this stranger is..
ah.. to live with this stranger is
much easier than living against
the stranger that is i and us and
we and them.. all together as one
force
of
unnamed before
the stranger of God
named human plants
a seed of
division..:)
Ah.. the world waits for saviors.. creates super heroes by the dozen
for our perusal.. oh.. but each human is a drop of Monsoon Love
just waiting to explode as seed of living
naked human life..
no longer clothed
by illusions of shame..
guilt.. regret.. over what we
are as simple
loving
empathic
creatures..
strong we are together
locked in arms of warmth..
weak we are
separate
in seeds
that never
sprout…
We Love as
Garden..
we fall
unwatered
by
Well
of
Monsoon Love..:)
A Monsoon of Love at 2 o’ CLOCK
angle can be straight A
aiming squarely AT
moon.. moan.. Soon..
or not.. 2 o’ Clock
is great
Aim
for
A..
Missing
the exam..
all
together..:)
Stark reality of Nature’s Love
has no limits of building human..
Love pours down in ways of
Love far beyond an
ant of mound..:)
So many Universes exist in clouds
of grey.. heaviest rains of Monsoon
pour.. eyes of love live naked
in eyes of i’s.. where Love is
a dream come true
with floods of
rain or
not..:)
Rains with eyes of forever.. same intent.. same desire
ever wet with love for all.. oh.. to imply that
rains are less than Love.. no matter
how forceful.. soft.. or long
they fall.. is never to
know nature
true
at
heARt..
Evil hurricanes
or Monsoons
or puddles of
nasty mud
only exist
in human
eyes..:)
To live with Nature without clothes
of culture is to know better
the strength and warmth
of human heArt.. lighting
soul.. spirit of strength..
warmth of arms
instead
of covered
heArts..
Truest human
Monsoon challenge
is human
heArt..:)
Storms of eyes tell forever stories
of heARt.. where waves crash
high and low.. in Monsoon
Anger and Passionate
Love.. Waves of
emotion go
on for
those still
with lighted
beacon eyes..:)
Yes.. Love a strong and
everlasting storm of rain
in emotional pelts of delight..
or a quick change of season
from Love to Hate.. a multi-purpose
storm Love makes.. only eyes of Love
take Love
in directions
it takes.. in
Monsoon Love or
Desert
Drought
of
Hate..:)
Drops of words start Monsoon wars.. and smaller
floods of guns often lead to words.. a stormy cycle of
forever it seems.. is war.. a Monsoon that
one day will hopefully hide its
face and flesh and blood
toll of the
heart.. soul..
And Spirit of Human Truth..:)
Ah.. yes.. the Monsoon of Nature is out tHere..
just waiting to hold more than hands..
if we taste it and pour under
it we can become
soaked in
oneness with All..:)
i suppose if everyone is exposed to the same
fears in life.. of Nature’s power and awesome
story of giving and taking life.. perhaps
there will be more harmonious
relations in the gift of love..
when necessary for
masses to
still
huddle
together to
stay alive..:)
Yes.. a Monsoon of Love
comes from years of holding back..
Love grows in drops of waiting distance..:)
A Monsoon of Love lives
in and out of the
arms of sweat
and taste
of Life..:)
Oh.. to get lost in the Monsoon rains of being..
a long season to wade in streams of now..
never an escape.. never an entrance..
rain goes on in love of Life..:)
Nature creates and awaits Balance
in happy families of Earthquakes
Meteors.. Comets.. Tsunamis
Volcanos.. Hurricanes and
wettest giving life force
of all the distributor
of wealth of
Love in
water
A
Monsoon of
Living
water
Now..:)
Ah.. yes.. the balance of Nature’s requite from
harsh sun and desert floors to massive
rains Of Monsoon girth..
To find that balance in
us.. is to also
be the
Balance
of Nature
within Us.. outside..
as above.. so below..
all around Us.. is Nature
and Us.. for those who Flow
in Nature’s Practice of Balance..:)
Ah.. yes.. embrace storm’s life full-head-on..
thunder.. lightening.. living.. knowing.. feeling..
peace and passion.. Life fully alive.. Monsoon floods..
sprinkles.. emotion and senses.. heat and cool.. Love’s all ways..:)
So true.. unnamed lives in patterns creasing skin.. cob webs..
starry constellations.. rivers veins.. sunflowers..
nautilus shells.. spiraling galaxies..
a fetus.. a curling cat
all the same in
golden mean
spiral of 1.618..
human reflecting
illustrating pyramids
reaching out perfection
of symmetry
to
un
named
i
of
all…
Unnamed lives in our blood
living on through all now..
from dark to i now
light to dark
as now..
brighter
are we
to live
as now..
unnamed
no one naming
IT
but
we as
us
as
i..:)
Imagination.. Dream of creativity coming in paper dolls of Sun and Rain.. Rain.. Dreams of
Sun.. Stars.. Galaxies.. Super Novas.. and so much more.. for Rain seeding Life to Organic
SoUls.. in flight of heArt in Emotional and Sensory SpiRit.. bringing
feeling finAlly to whole Imaginative Creative View
of Dreams finAlly
aLive
as Life..:)
Ah..
the
light and rain
of love
lives on
through
the
worst of
storms of darkness..
rainbow of humanity
shines
through..
in greaTEST of
Monsoon LOVE..:)
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Hoses.. wires.. PASTED bandages..
painFuLL deep brown eyes.. blood stained skin..
an ominous pasted on notice in front of crib bed
that says MULTIPLE CONGENITAL ANOMALIES..
No way to breathe.. born without sinus passages..
Transposition of great blood vessels.. open heart surgery
required on 30 day born heart.. no immune system.. extra digits
for six on each hand.. with two thumbs instead of one.. respectively…
It is the day of the open heart surgery.. surgeon in his sixties.. huge hands
tell me at 37.. don’t worry it’s just like when your grandfather gets a bypass..
and the nice nurses say don’t worry you are still young there is plenty of time
for more children.. your wife is beautiful.. you will have beautiful children to come..
Baby is wheeled toward operating room.. surgeon says.. kiss your baby goodbye..
So wife and i bend down.. and after 30 days at the hospital are shell shocked for
whatever comes next.. father sits beside me in waiting room.. and offers advice..
Son make sure you raise him as a man…
My mother didn’t do a good enough job for him…
he bails after 3 years.. when my mother doesn’t work..
Oh.. the values we place on humanity.. gender roles
here or there.. a do or die proposition of static
roles for patriarchal minds of being..
i sit back quietly at this point
and almost giggle
at a reality
as
strange as this…
And truly feel sorry for my
father who thinks raising a boy is
all about being him.. baby survives the
surgery and as really expected from birth by
doctors and nurses.. veterans of this show..
passes away in my arms.. not afraid
to cry.. i call my father.. and he just
says oh no.. i don’t wanna
hear any bad
news..
A 500 mile trip back home..
ashes will be sent in cardboard box
by postal service.. the lesson of life is..
how lucky i am just to be a human
alive for now.. never ever will
i doubt my blessings
in life again..
and truly a lesson
i need for five years..
10 and a half years later
at the start of my challenge
of JOB.. but i have the blessing
of knowing my son survived much
worse.. with never a smile.. never
a laugh.. and only pain for
51 days.. and yes..
more than
likely he
saves
my
life….
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Ah.. the dance of love goes on in memories of roads gone past…
for me the dance of love past is best experienced in the balms
of beach nights.. moonlit and with hotel lights.. as well..
these words take me long past to dark hair ..bright teeth
innocent eyes where the eyes are mine.. and the
hair and teeth are for a love willing to
be that i have no idea
how to touch in
dance or
not.. too
shy is me
for then…:)
Ha.. no father at home… mother with
no rules.. free home.. no chores..
no duties.. just be free..
no allowance..
but with trust
enough in love
to get a job and do it all..:)
Oh.. no.. the complicated realities of a culture
and responsibilities so complex that there is never
time to see the forest for the trees.. and for me..
it brings back memories of decades of work life
and duty bound home life worlds.. where the only
time to reflect on who i even am as a human soul..
are on bi-annual journeys in transit to see family
members across state.. and the occasional hurricane
that shuts down the information overload of a culture gone truly insane..
ah.. i escape now.. into the best of times..
now..:)
Oh.. even living at home.. one can escape home and no longer know home..
my home is beach as well when young but work takes the time away to visit
beach for decades more.. going back in 2008.. finally after work almost
takes me down.. i remember but cannot get that feeling of home in beach again..
but finally i go back 2 years ago.. and find that home of beach within me
at beach or not.. realizing that home is where the spirit thrives.. alive..
in now.. with Love..:)
Ah.. the cold metal of a gun.. will never replace the strength of
a human heArt.. or even the strength to move a world with
courage.. oh.. the tools of human shine bright in power..
but fall short of
human soUl
expressed as spiRit
instead of guns and mirrors
of heart
up
in
smoke..
in soulless wander
of spirit gone
in death
alive…:(
Ah.. a fort of strength in courage of pain gone past
in scars of present.. is what every father should
teach a child to grow strong in knowing all the pitfalls
of life without being quiet.. to shield a soul from truth..
oh.. i looked for this in my father’s eyes for
guidance.. hoping for it decades
in bi-annual visits.. but it only
comes in eyes
of me in
present tense
of coming
through..
scars of
present
tense
challenge..:)
Ah.. young love lives young when free and young.. with youth
welling in spirit free of new alive.. in sensuous delight
of living flesh.. oh to renew.. to live again..
in now.. in ecstatic delight.. of flight..
i find that within..
with willing
mate
or not..
smiles..
life is long..
but life is good..
even without THAT..
to breathe is enough for me..:)
Amazing how the bread of life today.. is taken so for granted..
when a staple of life and communion in life of past
is present.. in staple of wheat..
a way to thrive.. in fields
of grain.. stamped alive
into souls
of
eyes..
grown
old and new..:)
beginning.. dark..
then light.. then dance
or movement.. then song
or sound.. inspiring movement
once more.. INfinity loop *8*
of NOW.. and somewHere
along the song and
dance comes
humans
and
poetry
to
scribe alight!..
with dark
pens
of
knowledge
in LIGHT
ALIVE!..:)
Loves gone past..
chances missing
after the love is gone..
where does love live..
i hope.. i feel.. i love..
i am aLive..
i’m love..:)
Connections of love growing generation to generation of eyes
that mirror us.. oh love.. oh time.. oh past.. ah.. present
now.. wHere love finds time always now
to live
with
us..:)
Ah.. walk with shoes of town crier.. black smith blues..
village idioms of delight.. oh.. to know.. to feel..
the shoes of old.. that feel no pain..
hmm.. to smile with eyes
of free that
only
know
heal..
and nice to hear
Lynn with two
N’s.. as Lynn is
my best friend
from high school..
and we tie at number
11.. in school smarts
too.. hmm.. i miss Lynn..
funny how memories of
Love can come back too..
and no that can’t be you..
as her last name is Wood..
smiles.. with her minister husband..:)
Oh.. the last moments of life
..are filled with the love we give..
to spend a life in loving..
is to fill every moment..
with the last
moment of Love..:)
Voices of women subjugated at the hands of ‘Jesus’ in master of
man instead of Lover.. walk quietly into the night of horror leaning
life.. faces play.. as zombies.. in aisles of Super Walmart in my
town with the most churches per square mile..
oh.. the lonely hearts from men who
are bred as tough rather
than love.. do
carry on
a
vicious cycle of anti-christ hate..
oh.. the little boys who smile and laugh..
shall never be silenced by hard patriarchal
anti-christ stares.. when God lives in tough love
in their eyes.. instead of frenzy of hate.. To escape
this cycle alone as whole.. is to once again live with
EyEs of Free God staring into skies of limitless wealth
of being one with allone and never alone again.. dying
with eyes
of
hate..
tithing tax-free..
THRIVING ALIVE
WITH LOVE..:)
Oh.. this reality flows like a dream.. oh dream this reality.. when spirit dreams..
never growing old.. yes.. emotions are real.. emotions fire memory.. emotions
are us in all senses of delight.. to hold on to heArt.. is to live forever in
spiRit of SoUl now.. now cannot erase a time that truly is only relative
to a
state
of
body
and
mind
balance
of living
spirit youth..
always alive
from
wake
to
final sleep..
i don’t like to
analyze poetry
much.. but truly that is
beautiful in an instinctual
organic flow kind of way..:)
Ah.. yes.. all the archetypes of human mind and body in balance
shared.. as one race of humans from beginning to end..
sparks of then and now come one in symbols
or words from myths to science all
one in now.. of human emotions
reliving soul over and over
again.. in spirit
of living
now..
again and
again.. with
all as one.. the
essence of all of this
is real.. the symbols are
just shells for the real of all
inside.. insights of then as now..:)
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Oh.. lovely DREAMS of ice-cream
memes.. onboardwalk BEACH under
DATEpalm trees.. MOONlitenite
diatoms glow in flowing gulf
streams.. eyes of Love under
balmy JULY clouds.. ah Summer
Delight.. pillow SAND with breeze..:)
Oh.. signs of GOD
Plastered with EyES
Of LOVE dance song
Samely with loving
MOTHERS dreams
Outreach ARMS
Receive TRUST
Giving Love
Signs
Testament..:)
Oh.. GRAFFITI paints mean
and kind COLORS too..now
shades of GREEN follow
BLUE of souls.. bright
sun YELLOW spirit
opens BLACK hole
key.. locking life heart
no longer.. Now is Free..:)
HAWK swirling SUMMER SKY
EYES of mine following
wings of golden brown
highlights over evening
moon.. the flow is i the
flow is we.. US we fly
asWell in Sea
GULL breeze
alight in night..:)
Ah.. my BACKYARD too is like a UniVERSE
unto itself.. songs of birds and squirrels and
misty JULY RAINS bring brighter hues of
green and FLOWER to eyes of
light who love the PETALS
of Freedom in sands
SWIRLING ways of
feet in feat of
dance..:)
Ah.. Arabic words do CURVE as those
DESERT CASTLES in sand as WELL..
The English language full
of ANGLES and SQUARES
with SPIRALS and
curves here and
there.. for some
life is science for
others art.. i too..
choose art over
equal spacing…:)
Yes.. to reflect CREATOR
is in CREATING.. imagination
swirling with eyes of GOD..
reflecting human soUl of
heArt in SpiRit expressing..
God does flow WITH
WE who please
aLIVE in Art
in being
ALL..:)
MOTHER’S LOVE’S
IMPORTANT
INVESTMENT
CHILDREN’S
FUTURE..:)
(:..Poem’s Sychronistically Flow dVerse Six Life Significant
Featnote Think Addendum Out-Of-the Box Correction In-the-Box
Dreams Beach Date Moon July Sand
God eYes Love Mother Arms Trust
Graffiti Colors Green Blue Yellow Black
Hawk Summmer Sky Eyes Us Gull
Backyard Universe July Rains Flower Petals Swirling
Curve Desert Castles Angles Squares Spirals
Creator Creating Art With We Live
Mother’s Love Important Investment Children’s Future..:)
(:..Future Children’s Investment Important Love Mother’s
Live We With Art Creating Creator
Spirals Squares Angles Castles Desert Curve
Swirling Petals Flower Rains July Universe Backyard
Gull Us Eyes Sky Summer Hawk
Black Yellow Blue Green Colors Graffiti
Trust Arms Mother Love eYes God
Sand July Moon Date Beach Dreams
In-the-Box Correction Out-of-the-Box Addendum Think Featnote
Significant Life Six dVerse Flow Synchronistically Poem’s..:)
Ah.. yes.. darkest
ASHES FIRE
Phoenix.. EMBERS
life RISING
ONCE
AGAIN..:)
Oh.. the only place we seem to DIVIDE
is in the realm of LIVING CHILDREN..
a late DIRECTOR PERFORMER
am i.. but
the only child
who lives past
me are
eyes
of
INSPIRATION..:)
Flow of LEAVES are drips of TEARS
FEARS now spend.. where breeze DROP
go.. oh.. CYCLE of SADNESS
endless death.. living
life.. best leaf
near..:)
A dance of TRIBE in DANCE halls
now.. CONNECTING eyes.. in
moves so BOLD.. to live
in MOVEMENT away
from words.. is
a life for me
in dance
of
LIGHT..:)
When all health leaves..
When all FRIENDS FADE away..
When no more connections can be
found.. even in a sunset storm of light..
Then there is the word.. a friend in
heArt.. expression of SoUl who
has a home.. oh the gifts
of inner PEACE.. COMES
in WORDS of we..
or i as SpiRit ME..:)
Oh.. to live the BLANKeT
with eyes of God
SEEING WINDS
of DIAMOND
SANDS BLOW..
God wants to
experience all
don’t we feel..
God is free
and so
are
we..:)
A PERFECT LOVER lives inside
a human of DANCE.. oh
all the EMOTIONS named
in moves of feet..
and spirals of arms..
beyond named
they can be
with INFINITE
CHAKRAS of
personal delight..:)
GreaTEST benefit of
growing to FEELING one’s skin
with FEARLESS Love..
no one after
lowering eyes
of bright.. the
FORCE lives within
and EXPRESSION is
form
of
FREE..:)
Oh.. just IMAGINE all it takes
to bring us to this living breathing
point of now.. the STRUGGLES
of ANCESTORS to BRUTISH
YOUNG death.. a stock
of survival is wHere we
come.. and PASSION
for that is worth
a Praise
of
Now..:)
YES
as NIKE
SAYS
JUST
DO
IT!..:)
(:..Ashes Fire Embers Rising Once Again
Divide Living Children Director Performer Inspiration
Leaves Tears Fears Drop Cycle Sadness
Tribe Dance Connecting Bold Movement Light
Friends Fade Peace Comes Words Me
Blanket Seeing Wind Diamond Sands Blow
Perfect Lover Dance Emotions Chakras Infinite
Test Feeling Fearless Force Expression Free
Imagine Struggles Ancestors Brutish Young Passion
Yes Nike Says Just Do It..:)
(:..It Do Just Says Nike Yes
Passion Young Brutish Ancestors Struggles Imagine
Free Expression Force Fearless Feeling Test
Infinite Chakras Emotions Dance Lover Perfect
Blow Sands Diamond Wind Seeing Blanket
Me Word Comes Peace Fade Friends
Light Movement Bold Connecting Dance Tribe
Sadness Cycle Drop Fears Tears Leaves
Inspiration Performer Director Children Living Divide
Again Once Rising Embers Fire Ashes..:)
To dream in LUCID
WAKING SINGING
poems is to DREAM ALIVE
never drinking death..
to dance this way
in moves of free..
make life an
ART of living now..:)
PRISONER of LOVELESS is a place of no
ESCAPE.. what one will do to
feel a whole void.. can
be to EXPAND a SOUL
where soul no
feels heart.. and
SPIRIT expressed
in black
hole
soul..:)
SOAKING tears of love
soar in WAVES of
way RENEW
for light in life
a ship ABOARD
a new way STEAMS
away with tears
behold a DREAM..:)
GOD is LAUGHS
when GIGGLES
in UNISON
THUNDEROUS
LIGHT..:)
One word is perhaps a first
ROADMAP to MAGIC wHere
fortune and luck
and FRUITION
comes true..
oh the Poetry comes
next.. and then
at least for
me..
DANCE WHOLE
Art SMILES..:)
Oh.. LORD.. a LoNELY MALE
in a Matriarchy i live
as well.. but
yes.. the best
gift of all..
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE..:)
(:..Lucid Waking Singing Dream Alive Art
Prisoner Loveless Escape Expand Soul Spirit
Soaking Waves Renew Aboard Steams Dream
God Laugh Giggles Unison Thunderous Light
Roadmap Magic Fruition Dance Whole Smiles
Lord LoNely Male Unconditional Tough Love..:)
(:..Love Tough Unconditional Male LoNely Lord
Smiles Whole Dance Fruition Magic Roadmap
Light Thunderous Unison Giggles Laugh God
Dream Steams Aboard Renew Waves Soaking
Spirit Soul Expand Escape Loveless Prisoner
Art Alive Dream Singing Waking Lucid..:)
Dawn of APPLES.. eyes of WILD..
feathered EXISTENCE runs HIGHLOW..
Snakes do crawl without worry..
humans clothed in skin of life..
wHere all shed fears and
live alive.. sweet apple
of life never tastes so
sweet in oracle
of gray eyes
of ETERNAL SPIRIT
flesh or old..:)
CLOWNS of EYES sing songs so WISE..
oh.. to free a soul.. with spirit
of laughter and giggles in
heART delight..
wHere humans
breathe so free and clear..
NATURE SMILES and chuckles
with us.. never against us.. as long
as humor
RULES lives
instead of fear
and all fear’s
children..:)
No LOVE REMEMBERS love
as Love is LOSS.. oh.. a SONG
in EYES NEVER dies..:)
A FOREST of WOMEN.. with TREES that stand-out
STRONG if small if short or round..
the Fire is in Heart.. who SINGS
Tough Love so Sweet.. an Energy
arises that none can
match..
as Mother Love
in heArt of LIONESS..:)
Oh.. the death of the front porch..
First is AC.. then Radio.. then
TV.. then VCR’s.. and AWAY
MY GOD separation
of
near and
dear..:)
(:..Apples Wild Existence Highlow Eternal Spirit
Clown Eyes Wise Nature Smiles Rules
Love Remembers Loss Song Eyes Never
Forest Women Trees Strong Sings Lioness
AC TV VCR’s Away My God..:)
(:..God My Away VCR’s TV AC
Lioness Sings Strong Trees Women Forest
Never Eyes Song Loss Remembers Love
Rules Smiles Nature Wise Eyes Clown
Spirit Eternal Highlow Existence Wild Apples..:)
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Quote:
“Build Thee More Stately Machines”
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
Quote:
“!GOD StrIVIng to LiVE!”
-Me
To find the name within that has no word no letter no thought..
To live the name within that lives eternal without past without
future.. eternally now.. to be or not to be.. a stupid question..
for an animal with life.. to live or not to live.. a sad equation..
for an animal who forgets to live.. to embrace life with all
emotions.. senses integrated in site.. to be now is life
is love is light..:)
A gift for you;
your friend F or
6 AND
now..:)
once upon a time
007 visits me..
now 006 visits
you.. now..:)
No sweat.. no fear..
the mysteries
of life are safe
with
me.. now..;)
Oh to feed the elephant of life.. sweet peanuts of now..
oh to forget the elements of before.. trunk squeals horn..
in alarm of night in darkness before words come..
The elephant is wise.. all being.. all seeing..
all feeling.. sensing life.. the elephant
connects and loves others no
less than trunk
and swishing
tales..:)
Oh words.. feathers of so more.. so deep
within that lives expressing smaller
symbols of light.. in terms of
scratching symbols
of sand one
moonlit night
copying
angles
of stars
in eyes
of
us..:)
Connection..
ultimate truth
of a life
well
spent..:)
Ah.. giving.. totAlly satisfying
giving can be giving
that lasts forever
in satisfaction
now..
love we take
with us is
love
we are
now..
difficult..
but possible
with practice..
uses or lose..
as in all
stuff
human..
excellence..
IS doing NOW..:)
I watch my mother kind hearted published poet.. open to all..
age in heArt.. still a beautiful heArt.. but a mind
less receptive to changes in structure and routine
of life.. sharp still.. as scrabble plays..
but less bending to rivers of now..
i suppose in some way i
write poetry
to avoid
death
in life..
been tHere
done that place
my mother never
enters in ‘defruiton’
i’ll write a million
or trillion words
and read ten times
more.. not to go back
to death in life.. it seems
to work..N..dance songs..
for now.. she quits writings
after five years or so in the
prime of her fifties of creation
then.. my goal is to be like
you and carry another decade
or so.. at least.. further.. if so..
keeping my universe
growing..
the best
medicine for me..
is giving.. growing
in heart of poetry..
dance and song..
i suppose that
is wHere the
real
sAges
are who flow
effortlessly
as a feather
as air just
letting
go..
wHere
fear
never
appears..:)
I get it now..
My brain was a monster
and i finally harness
it with
poetry.. dance
and song..
Godzilla brain..
no longer
breathes
fire now..
ending
that with
appears
just
didn’t
feel
wRite..;)
Ha! truly in my formative years my mother
and father never give me much advice at all..
single hard working mother.. and divorced
law enforcement father.. demands of life..
living miles apart..
a search alone
is hard..
but still
worth the effort
for me.. the
future was
free and i continue
to guide it now..:)
Sitting behind a fence.. other than making straight
A’s.. hitting a ball with racquet..
tennis is me… taking a rest
looking farther than fence..
having no frigging
idea what will come
next.. ah.. i already
have the answer to
life then.. just
live now..
tomorrow does
not exist.. and
i rarely go back
to that
tennis
court..:)
The weakest links among us demand the most attention
to ensure that we as whole continue to link together..
Even one link of chain discarded disrupts
the flow of life from grain of sand
to highest
pyramid of
life and
origin..:)
No.. a treasure.. an oasis of freedom in
a sea of crashing waves that
know no freedom..
NO.. i love the
yes.. of no..
and YES
almost
literally
kills me..:)
Oh my GOD! peanut butter and jam sandwiches every dam day during college
for what seems like an eternity driving my twenty-something year old
maverick in commuting from living home everyday poor as frigging dirt..
ugh.. i cannot even look at a peanut butter sandwich without
getting old.. oh wait i’m old.. but dam not as old as i feel
then.. some 33 years ago in 1982.. those are really
old peanut butter sandwiches.. but after reading
this the steak and ice cream will
taste better
tomorrow.. smiles
thanks for the Steak and ice-cream
inspiration.. in peanut butter
and jam coloring..:)
And yes I see your Jaw Maw
Saw Paw in
reverse.. for what
that’s worth.. and
i’ll publish this
later on.. just
for giggles
and peanut
butter stuff..:)
Ah.. yes human reflects pockets of stars in elements
of blood.. stars look down with human eyes..
finally seeing the bright beauty of life giving
rays.. we are the stars with eyes.. finally
seeing life.. truly a sliver of heaven
in the greatest reality
of all
NOW..:)
Love.. writing.. air.. blood stOnes.. swiRling gOlden
elecTrons of human nuclEus in flesh and hair..
a grain of sand.. a rock of life.. a connection
to stars above.. exist.. in brush.. of life
and light.. in loving nature one..
as us..:)
I suppose Unconditional Passionate Tough Love is the one for me..
tolerating and accepting differences.. including ways of writing
poetry.. i might add.. in a kind and encouraging way..
been tHere to that other place of narrow
poetry judging view of me too..
similar as ‘others’..
i can never judge the
value of another human
soul expressing spirit as heArt..
that range from the brightest star
to the darkest black hole Sun of light..
i love people who do not ever respect me..
i love people i cannot trust in any loving
way to be what they are.. but no.. i do not
respect hate in any shape or form that
refuses to see the diversity
among human being..
in words.. of
dancing or
dead
eyes..
grace truly
lives in love..:)
Oh.. i almost forgot to tell you..
i enjoyed your POEM.. very
MUCH..
LOVE,
FRED..;)
Yes.. for me faith guiding the way
as emotion over words is a way
to be now…
to enter into what will be
for now..
with words as starting
point for now..
as well..
in
life..:)
Love.. a multi-petaled flower reaching
up to higher levels.. in hues of color..
sometimes even shades
of black and white
and blue and red
for purple
Love
Now
All..:)
In my view when we experience life the most..
we share that experience the most with GOD..
and mileage varies of course in all the
diversity of human being.. for some
fasting.. for others service..
and still for others
just surviving
is gift
for GOD..:)
Ah.. the philosophy of human connection
with other humans and the rest of nature
needs no words.. as yes words
do often get in the way
as idols.. instead
of essence..
and essence
as best for me..
IS
connection..
in a non-verbal
dance
of life..
Philosophies
flows for me
without
design
AS
Reflection..:)
True the core of human being is emotions and senses first with words a
scribe of that reality in metaphor way.. as well as concrete labels
to assign meaning to the environment… and then there is
creation activity set free.. when words flow as
emotions and senses cooperating
from a now
before in now..:)
Loving children.. tenderly with nurturing Love
grows a garden of Love deep and
rich with flowers of trust..
the closer they
are to mother’s
arms.. the closer
giving
trusting
Love..:)
A testament to strength and value of your heart..
spirit.. and soul.. is the regret.. the anguish..
the depression.. and the value you place on all human existence..
as well as your courage to talk to this.. in both secular and
Christian life.. in public.. for all the world to hear..:)
And another lesson in this.. not often spoken with courage
in ‘Christian’ public.. is that in SOME of ‘our’ ‘Christian’
Churches.. when ‘we’ stand up and suggest that people
who are natural GOD created homosexuals
do not have a HOLY right to enter
into the sacred sacrament of marriage..
‘we’ too are aborting human life in heart.. spirit and soul..
And truly many cases of abortions are an indirect or DIRECT
result of people in marriages having children.. who are not
innately cut out to do THAT by the GOD of Nature..
and would never naturally do it.. if not forced
by the heavy handed rule of patriarchal controlling..
subjugating religions.. cultures and churches through fear..
for power.. reproductive control.. and materialistic gains..
who do NOT know and UNDERSTAND IN LOGIC
AND FEELING the ALL natural rules of GOD..
And to be clear i have no idea what your stances
OR FEELINGS are on these specific ADDITIONAL issues..
but the TRUTH will set all of US free to have greater
potential at a happy.. thriving existence.. in well being
with GOD.. as social cooperating human animals hand-in-hand..
no less than Bonobos who in nature.. overall.. Love GREATER
in the TRUTH AND LIGHT of what ‘Christ’ really is..
THAN human beings.. overall.. sadly enough in THAT Truth and Light..:)
Anyway.. thank you for your inspiring words OF FEELING..
as Truth in Light creates greater and greater
LiGHT in life for HUMAN BEING..:)
Ah.. the shell of a Nautilus spiRited in message of earth for millions of
years.. in fossilized Truth of the Art of GOD as Nature.. swirling
about like galaxies above.. sunflowers below..
still alive in etch a heArt soUl
Oh.. the systemizing mind creates with art hand-in-machine..
so now there are Blogs as Nautilus shells serving
up unique Light of human soUls as spiRit..
as sure as most words spoken and
more.. as human heart survives
like Nautilus heart
as spirit
in markings
of human
Nautilus
soul
on earth
forevermore
NOW as long as Nautilus
Shell Servers serve that up..:)
IT already HAS.. Smiles..
Love never dies…
as long as
human
Lives..:)
Ah.. yes.. hopeless wanderer am i.. as hope is in the
wandering and wondering of the dance walk
of life..
NOT the sitting
still..:)
There is no Y in Hope
for NO
reason..;)
But.. oh!
we can be
CarefulLess
Rules
CAN BE
REAL
Devilsmore..;)
Ah.. PoeTry.. anOther GREAT! MANorWOmanIFestaTion!
of huwOman spIRit! aLive! expressInG!
throuGh hUwoman heARt of SoUl.. Oh.. do!
go oN..!
aNd wriTe!
thE fiGht!
to survIve!
liFe!
as
PassiOnate!
LOVE’soNGs!
in worLd!
of
LiVing NoW..!
Oh.. No.. Alone.. the greaTest illusion of all in human being..
ah.. to connect to the last dying gasp of breath
to a drop of air.. a pollen of flower if
only a sneeze.. is cosmic
oneness of delight
or
NOT sadly
in Truth for
some.. but
as long
as
breathe goes ON..
there is Now
and another
Now..
for potential
ALLONE..:)
Ah yes! don’t wait EMBRACE! IT ALL..!
an infinity now is here..
in imagination of
ART in human
mind and body
in balance
of creation
activity..
Create!
NOW
LIVE
aLive!..:)
Oh God.. i think
that sounds
like A TV
commercial
for CREATIVITY
OR
NOT..;)
Dreams.. yes.. dreams true
Magic of human
Being delight
and mares
in human
Light and Darkness
of all Imaginings
in fuller
Expanse of
Who and
What we are
as Creative Light Beings..
Dreams Sing Inner Being
Escaping into Light of Greater
Song of
RealiTy..:)
The greaTest thing I can do in life is be
an active friend.. whether or
not there are any
receiving friends
is up to them..
in Unconditional
yes.. Tough and
Passionate Love
for me..
at least..
at least
is best
enough
for me..
and I will always
receive my friendship
from God who lives in me
ALLONE and Never alone..
my Chalice of Love has NO limit
with GOD aSoNE a child of NOW..:)
Ah.. yes..! to find sacred meaning and purpose in
life.. a continual journey for those of us
who continue to see the holy
in all that exists from
a strand of gray
hair..
to a grain of sand
to the eyes of children
to the seas of old and new
to the last grasp
for breath
aLive in
skEyes of
US!..:)
My wife is Mut
in pyramidic
hut.. or can
she be
IS
is
with a yellow
sphinx as hEr
lap cat sat..;)
Hand connection.. leaves of forest drop
Love in fertile souls of sand..
a crippled knee..
a mind unease..
do we feel
the connection
as the
dirt of
earth
connects our
heart in giving
leaves of spirit
soil of soul
nourishing
giving
Leaves
LOVe..:)
EXPANSE of now.. LOVELY place with
no BOUNDS of time or distance
or space.. an ETERNITY we are
when we let all those
illusions go to
be alive to
DANCE for
ALWAYS
now is
a place
i’ll stay too..
certainly now..:)
Oh God.. this is right up my alley.. can’t miss this one for all the money in the world.. welcome back Brian.. and i too can relate to being the nice guy as floormat.. in the work world of government service.. the go to guy.. that does it all.. and has no idea how to get angry.. or say no..
This can kill any Angel or Super Hero and change them into a Devil or Demon or worse.. as may be the case…
Anyway i survive and plan a rather light hearted.. yet heavy dose of reality for my input of philosophy today.. with fairly limited words and just one iPhone photo.. smiles..:)
Be back with that shortly.. with “My Philosophy of the Kiss of KALI”… after all..
it will be somewhat unique..;)
smiles.. bigger smiles.. and perhaps some frowns here or there before
all is
said
and done..
but that is the price of freedom as you know my friend..
a mix of
dark
and light..:)
A real life lesson i learn all to well
in the greatest darkness
and light of life..:)
And a very busy day for me..
i will be reading on all
and commenting on all..
but that part may not
happen until tomorrow..:)
but like i said.. i will
make time
for this.. particularly
as i do miss
you…bro..;)
Oh.. X.. there is something so familiar about you.. it feels like i’ve known you for two years.. instead of a few weeks.. you always seem to visit me first.. and i do appreciate all the thoughtful comments you bring here.. AND YES X..
Rigidity of belief and conservative views as opposed to open mindedness and liberal views is actually a TED TALK thingy and explains
!Y!
about 50 percent of the population
and the other half..
and 20 percent
or so..
of ultra
conservative
folks who tend not
to be to friendly to change..
and associated of course with
introversion and extraversion and
poets are often introverts.. where
us extraverted poets can kinda
be the minority and make
the introverted poets
a little uncomfortable
here and there but
as you have
stated before
it’s a great
big world
and we all have
to accommodate each other’s
differences and that is why
i still go to the Southern
Baptists Gospel singings
even IF.. they talk
down to homosexuals
and OR anyone who
exists a little
tiny weenie
bit out
side there
X BOX
or B
BOX
or
whatever
may be the
case where
X meets
the
SPOT..
B UT
as always
nice to
see you
X again!!..:)
friendly GREGARIOUS extraverted
people online
are so
NICE TO
MEET!..;)
Each human being is
a unique experiment
that is NON-REPEATABLE
NOT EVER SUBJECT
TO
counterfeitURE
and I love them
ALL JUST THE SAME!
wherever and whomever
they are off
and online too!..;)
Ha! most every poet is a prophet.. as truly the original definition of that term is not one who foretells the future; but just one who is sensitive to the ills of the world and wants to make life a little easier for someone.. anyone.. even a thirsty plant that needs a Lazarus drop of water..:)
For this world to be healed we must all become prophets.. I think that is
partiAlly possible..
and truly the folks who have responded here so far..
give me
HOPE!..:)
WE ARE TEAM.. AND STRONGER WHEN
‘APES’ WORK
TOGETHER..;)
Angel Fool/Clown OR Demon Fool/Clown
archetype of human being; YES; NO;
Not all Fools or apes agree with that;
sadly enough but hey..
I am blessed NOT to
walk in ‘tHeir’ shoes;
so i will not lose HOPE
to help them
on thEir
way
as WELL.. SMILES..
AS ALWAYS THANKS!
Rave dance approaches..
but will be by to visit.. read
and comment on ALLTHEtEAM’S
POEMS at least by tomorrow morning..:)
Yes, Sumana, and sadly in western cultures there is a dualistic approach to reality that says do not embrace the reality of the darkness of life; where truly fear is the parent of hate associated human experience. To embody the fear; to embrace the fear; to conquer the fear of death and destruction as fear itself is to live free with the understanding AND FEELING that ALLTHATIS IS required for reality as IS.
Sadly, the accommodation to what truly is the gift of GOD is a fantasy of golden clear floors for many folks who truly never find the gold of TRUTH and LIGHT in LIFE that allows one to embrace death as a true blessing as DARK in TRUTH of LIFE as LIGHT; But modern civilization sanitizes death; human suffering and misery; where death is no longer seen as the blessing it once is as a grace of escaping human suffering and misery; and perhaps the greatest gift is when the mythological KALI comes to pay a visit with human while alive.
And in this way ‘ShE’ visits me three times in life to test me; once at age 21; once at age 47; and once at age 47, 40 days later; after only one hour of sleep each night for 35 nights and none for the last 5 of 40, with the worst pain known to mankind, type two trigeminal neuralgia during all waking hours; assessed by medical literature as worse than literal human crucifixion; i meet that challenge with Kali and learn to love ‘HeR’ with all my heart; as now I embrace death, as the greatest gift, as well as destruction of potential human suffering and misery.
“SHE” gives me enough strength and courage in perseverance of ‘serpent-like’ human will to survive that pain for an additional 5 years, totaling around 66 months of human hell of death in life.
I have good reason And FEELING, AS WELL AS LACK OF FEELING, to Love the human archetype of KALI. with all my fearless heart NOW; in ways of illusory fears that keep one from truly living in light, embracing all of dark as well, with multiple arms of
KALI’S PASSIONATE UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH LOVE FOR ALLTHATIS..:)
Smiles, and thanks for helping me to provide an opinion on the darkest and best
elements of KALI; ignored almost totally by modern pop-culture as simply an
exotic pleasure rather than the test of infinity in death in life now; as
the bringer of the greaTEST HUMAN LIGHT OF ALL THAT
ORIGINATES IN THE DARK
OF
KALI..:)
Yes; KALI is THE FACE OF THE DARK
NIGHT OF THE HUMAN SOUL;
AND SURVIVORS OF THAT
TRULY MAY LIVE
IN THE GREAtEST
TRUTH OF LIGHT IN
DARKNESS OF LIFE
as DEATH AND
DESTRUCTION
OF THE
ILLUSIONS
OF CULTURE..:)
Ah.. thanks Sanaa Rizvi..
truly passiOn inspires my life..
and it flows from my fingers
as free as free can be..
as far as I feel and know now..
The execution for me is in the flow..
a place i love to let it ALL GO..
IN THE NOW
OF HUMAN
FLOW
vibrating
harmoniously
with the Sound of
Music and the Lyrics
of realiTy as IS NOw..:)
Oh yes.. we are all Anthropologists wittingly or not.. and the patterns of nature extend out in to pop-culture evidenced as such for those who see the patterns.. not much different really than the consistency of the Golden Mean of PHI all through nature.. the human mind is part of PHI as well.. and even emotions and senses when integrated for art.. communication in general to even dance.. song.. and poetry..
truly separation in eyes of lonely humans
is the greatest illusion of
what truly
is
ALLONE force of nature
including
US..
Smiles and thanks for the visit..:)
Ha! yeah.. the night after rave dance that creative state of mind
is burning on all cylinders.. it’s a recipe for
human creativity like
a real Tsunami
of words in my case..
but it starts out as just a
rather small wave
yesterday
then continues to
grow like a Tidal wave
of me..
anyway thanks for wading
through all haha! and still
having the fortitude
to provide such
a nice compliment
at the current
end of
my
Tsunami of
creativity for now;
and i must escape
this computer
now back
to the creativity
of dance and martial
arts.. and exXtreme
strength training
at my favorite
military gym..
to keep
it all balanced
and moving
as smooth
as a finely
tuned Ferrari
Fred.. head in
mind and body
balance heHE..!..;)
Oh I love the places words, imagination, and creativity take me; each morning I wake is like exploring an entirely different Universe of Meaning; it is the real Star Trek for me in going where I have NOT gone before; haha! and yes there are quite a few rough waves over at the Wrong Planet Website; but I manage to persevere and stay afloat as I balance the reasoning minds there with the artful minds here; an interesting duality of universes of thought and interestingly many similarities as well; as yes, patterns of human nature are all spread out; everywhere one goes in life; as it ‘should be’ i guess..:)
Thanks so much Hank for those kind words
of encouragement.. life is a journey
i take with great pleasure..
a little adversity here and there..
is just the
spice of life for me now..
thank GOD.. and Haha!..;)
Hope your now is going great..
and will be by your place shortly
as a new now
arises for me..:)
45,970
If i am a Train Kat instead of A Katie KAT..
what will i do.. certainly no travel on any
one line of railroad track thought.. or feeling..
of emotions and senses.. i will be like A flower of the Universe..
coming out of center balance flow.. with laser cat eyes of imagination..
dreams.. and creativity.. spreading out each and every way.. yes.. it’s
kinda like KATaDHD living 9 lives at one time..
spreading out.. and befriending all..
who i might and KAT CAN..
with Kat tales of Love
that satisfy whiskers
of ME OW..nOWOnE!..
Oh what a great prompt for inspiration.. Mr. Bill..
And Mr. X’s poetry associated with trains brings inspiration
to me last night.. for the start of my train stream
of consciousness.. in poetic ways
AS ALWAYS.. but tracks in
rigid way almost kill me
in the flesh and blood stuff of life..
so i rarely use sidewalks.. and never stay
on track anymore.. more like THAT
Flower THAN a line of Thought..
And also.. my train of
photos is a little too much..
perhaps for most..
as wherever this KA cho
cho is inspired to whistle..
the train follows in
all directions.. as sure..
and with a little ‘one direction’..
added in for multi-media song of..
Steam engine flow.. continuing in ALL DIRECTIONS.. but anyway i guess
one can consider this train of thought my effort here if they like..
and will include it as my 6th comment for my current train of
thoughts blog post.. if one wills.. in exploring tracks now..
As this locomotive of words is not hard to find either
on or offline.. all aboard the KmF 509 Train of words..
song.. and dance.. as wandering locomotive being
here and tHere.. as free range caboose
follows close as rear..
Anyway.. i will not
miss any poetry
here or poetic expressions
in response for sure..
the KmF 509 train is coming and wherever that goes..
from this point on.. i only feel and care not to know..
at ALL on trackS of FEELING life..
Yes… i grow up on a river only about a stones throw of adult arm away..
from bridge and real train tracks then.. shaking foundation of house.. this
prompt means a whole lot of inspiration to me.. bringing memories home..
i have a video of a home train somewhere stored in iPhone way..
that i might add before I train all my poetic expressions
for a really big gain of train.. post..
sometime after this entire train
experience runs its course..
around midnight tomorrow..
more.. for more fun for me..
in artful way of trains.. alive..
and fully expressing train poem tracks..
Next stop all aboard my Honda Civic..
will be the dentist office for a little
cleaning of my locomotive grill.. will
be back later.. and am looking
forward to this.. my friend in
trains too.. choo choo..
one or two o’s..
i leave or
add sometimes..
also known as
see ya later..
howling
down tracks..
of life free..
i ride.. i drift..
without tracks of life..:)
Oh.. sub ways of human.. destination not kind.. all
aboard the underground train.. with no light
of sun.. or night of moon.. dwellers
are they who run on rat
tracks so long..
never finding
Spring or even
Winter of
cold
and Frozen
Well..:)
The voice trains restrain refrains
of yesterday’s ways.. where folks
will spend life stories.. instead
of iPhone ways.. so sad
it is to lose the
train connection
of life.. but hives
of tracks abound
above.. online
re-
tracked..:)
Ah.. the chained boredom of trains.. one car after another
in straight row lines.. coupled together perfectly
without a rail out of line.. oh to move
outside the tracks
of life
is a mystery
too untold
to
un-
fold..:)
Trains.. symbols of anxiety killers..
so perfect aligned.. nothing
out of place.. the
Universe is
a Flower
and a Train
is a stick..
to escape
the train
is to become
Uni-verse of Life
in more than one
direction.. without
a stick in the other
direction up and
not down.. stuck..:)
A sound of train such a sad refrain.. echoing past
an illusion of not present.. prevalent
on a Winter’s day.. in grey shade
way.. the air is empty
and all is left
is a song
of yesterday..
cold and old
THAT sound of Loco
haunts me years then
without a soul.. and heArt
ironically in sadly enough.. But Now..
i never notice that Sound in west town way..
funny how the ‘little’ things of life sound
so loud.. when there is nothing
left
but
howling wind
of whistling
trains gone
by..:)
Destiny is
clear in tracks
of train.. in fact..
pre-destination
is the rule
of LOCO motives
without a clue..
aboard the
imaginary train
of mind and body
balance i go..
no tracks.. rails..
just all aboard.. to
go wHerever is now..:)
Yeah.. take a track
to nowhere
before
it is
too late..:)
Oh.. only those of unlucky we.. never
travel on a train of different
to see eyes of those
who ride another
path to survive
in life of now..
humanity
unique
with
urine
smells
alike hidden
for some and
existing for others..:)
Oh.. crowded subways.. flesh presses
against flesh.. but distance..
is never further
in existence..:)
The male train.. no male..
just train.. one destination
straight ahead.. no goal
but to get there..
a whistle.. a device..
to sound an
alarm of
male..
trains..:)
The slow lament
in whistle of train
knows only past
and that is sad..:)
Oh.. the routine of polishing
trains.. knows no love
like the work of man..:)
Ah.. a father and a train
in best alike.. predictable
always tHere.. when
they are needed
most..:)
Oh the irony of life.. really.. where burning to death
is a KIND of option over life.. in taking others
too.. burning to death is no fun.. on trains
or not.. at home or at work..
i feel myself wondering
just how bad
the pain
before
the suicide
is.. in
considering
it before..
literally as such..
alone of course..
so there is some
empathy tHere
as well.. in
a human place
burning worse
than fire alive
as death
as life..:)
Interestingly enough and
not surprisingly too much..
cultures that are homogenous
gather to together more close
in harmony than heterogeneous
cultures that only see differences among
human race.. a sad but not so hidden
truth that people who are alike
are more likely
to help
each
other..:)
Oh.. visitor of only passerby of trains..
watcher of TV.. and so many
other vicarious human ways..
to avoid being human..
sadder than the
last
caboose..:)
Ah.. to count the chains of train way
for nothing more than existing
well now.. is a meditation of
trains.. and perhaps
awakening
trains
of thought
in mind and
body balance..:)
Ha! the moment you wake up from sleep
and it ALL makes even MORE sense..
and YOU Laugh
like
a Frigging Runaway
Train with the skills
of a
surgeon.. ‘THIS’
place needs
an enema
and you
are just
the surgeon
for it..
Bigger Smiles..
and Yes.. Love you
even
more.. AND
i will continue
to offer my assistance
on the bigger trail of tracks AS
Once I am just K and M
and then i gain an F
AND before that
just F.. AND..
but life can be more
fun online
as just
K and M..
and yeah..
if i ever become
just a K and M
again.. i will
do something like
THIS AGAIN!..:)
And haHE! it might
even make a great
P H of D
isser
tat
ion
one
day! JUST
for P and H!..;)
Prediction.. almost
everyone will think
this is off the wall
except
for you..
but that
prediction already
comes true..too.. well
off the tracks of train surgeons..:) ~p
No.. actually i did not miss your point at all..
adding points is an art of mind i partake in often..
poetically as a course of nature.. and LITERALLY
living with the suicide disease for 66 months..
worse than actual crucifixion.. as reported by science..
named type two trigeminal neuralgia.. like teeth being drilled
without novocaine in my right eye and ear.. and sorry for providing
these details.. again.. as i’m sure you’ve heard them before by now..
but in real FLESH AND BLOOD PAIN life even with those details
people still wouldn’t believe the TRUTH OF THAT.. EVEN
MY frigging closest family members.. they insisted
Jesus had it worse than me.. my mother even
bought a book about Jesus’ crucifixion
to prove me wrong.. until she goes to
the page that clearly states that TN
is worse pain than crucifixion
and even after that.. she still will
not yield to the truth
of my reality in real hell..
so yeah..
i learn to self advocate..
to survive my friend
and make that art as well..:)
IT was more than obvious to me though..
but anyway.. that slow lament of sadness and joy
is part of what saved me every single second
from suicide in the memories of the gift
of blessings in life i am truly gifted
with before a life of ‘JOB’..
so no.. i do NOT miss your
point.. at ALL..:)
i lived it every second for
66 months or so.. smiles..
I don’t do poetry for ease..
my friend.. i do it for ART
and to continue
to grow my heart..
my soul.. my spirit..
as i treasure that knowing
and feeling and NOT FEELING
what it’s like to truly live
in REAL HELL WITH NONE OF THAT..
smiles.. again.. and have a great
now friend with sweet memories
and the present of life..:)
It’s always better to ask questions
my friend.. clarify.. and validate communication..
before shooting blank bullets and that’s how i
FEEL ABOUT that AND LEARN my lessons in life as well..
now and then.. with smiles..
honesty
and
sincerity.. friend…
of the tracks of whatever..
with smiles..:)
Fred..:)
Ha! Thanks for sharing..
Almost all and more of that
is pArt of my P of L..
Good to get off Grid
and better to be
off grid
when on
grid and
that’s
my 11..;(:);
Ah.. the hope the
comfort of mass transportation
of horses and steam engines alike..
oh the sitting the talking still of some delight..
oh the separation.. the machines of terminator
heart.. soul.. and spirit.. disconnecting
human trains of Love
into phones
of
distance..
away from
Loving
Trains
of comfort..
choo choo
away
the
Love..:)
Ah.. an outcast is a color of togetherness..
that warm flow of knowing separation is often
the greatest inspiration of living love of all..
that warm look of knowing.. FEELING
what is inside is what counts..
and love and courage flows outward in
eyes and not
just skin.. trains of sameness are
not trains i for one will ride..
the diversity in color
in all shades of hues
in grey and purple
roses is how
i feel the
love
US ALL..:)
I need not look at your
words as you are human
and your face shows
all the strength
and LOVE
i need
to know..
and FEEL..
truly a sickness
of online is people
who never show
their faces.. as i too..
am a faceless human being
too.. before.. now i show my
FULL colors from
head to
toe to
soul
of
eyes..:)
You are whole
and that is more
than most
of
US..
online
or
OFF!
And if anyone comes
here today and claims
yOurs is not a train..
i will vouch
write
now
that you
are a train
to me!..:)
“That’s” what marriages are arranged..
for.. most anyway.. through human history..
economics.. everyone in the know of marriage
feels that.. less.. AND less.. most.. anyway..
after several decades.. without friendship..
marriage will not last.. it’s truly cheaper
and more EFFECTIVE AND AFFECTIVE
to be friends…
and why i’m only
gonna do it once..
as friends..
AND with that
i’ll add another song..
after the ‘Love’ is Gone..
ya gotta be friends.. or at
least economic partners for
survival to make it work..
a Herculean Effort IS Truly Love
with or without the wild thing baby..
that is usually only wild at first..
after all as in all stuff human..
diversity is the truth and
spice of life!.. even if
it stays just in
imagination and fantasy..
and maybe i’ll add another song..
for the greatest truth of life..
to dream real.. and make imagination
real in creativity.. is to be
more FULLY alive! and REAL!..:)
I do not have to go to see the
new Pixar movie Inside Outside..
as i already live that truth..
BUT i go anyway just for fun..
i am the only 55 year old dude
that goes in while wife stays home..
but hey.. i still retain.. the eyes of an
imaginative and creative child!.. or shall i say..
i regain them now.. yes i shall! the truth will s
et Ya free!.. even if one is married.. he!heR!..;)
And the reason i visit ‘here’… is.. this is one
of the only places on the Milton Internet part
of the Information highway that this comment
will NOT LIKELY pass outside the milky..
duh.. way.. of red state local
fundamental thoughts..
with nary a feeling
of Truth to back it UP!..:)
OK.. Ashe.. that’s all the
Fredisms for the day.. and shared music..
i’ve got more STUFF TO DO.. TO get around
and around wherever this Love food and stuff train goes next!..;)
OMG! Mass Transportation Trains of moving human LIFE
are driving me insane.. but oh.. no longer a commute
of car for me to work again..
oUch! before.. the farmers
and foragers.. swirl around
the field of gathering hunts..
in feats of feet so
strong and light
to move across
skeyes in human
light.. what mass
transportation
brings it takes
away.. ’cause and
effect.. what is
greater
is most
often
less and
what is less
is often besTEST
STUFF of ALL ReAlly
ENcouraging Ways
of LOVING LIFE OFF
THE TRAIN OF
CULTURES IN
DARK
DISMAYing
WAYS
on sidewalk
TRACK..:)
The reality of war and trains and vagabonds of warriors same..
common bonds of purpose surviving always
make one race of human being kind..:)
Ah.. what will we read on the travels and tracks
of life.. what will we see alive or dead in life..
how will we feel.. reaching destination
without books.. or tools.. of us…
who are we.. but trains
alive or dead
in life..
Trains are fun..:)
A Train.. a Ride to City of Dreams..
Dreams.. a City that Never
Rides a Train..
Alive..:)
With another HA!
as always.. X
marks
JUST
the right
SPOT
ON AND
OFF THE bigger
tracks
of Life.. and
Rocks never
hurt me..
real Rocks
live
in hell.. sadly
enough.. and
oh.. i wanna
release them
and melt
them
into
posies..
with Unicorn
Horns..:)
Good morning Sanaa Rizvi.. thanks for those kind words
of appreciation.. and hope your train tracks float
effortlessly over
Rainbows
in Kind
and Courage..:)
Yes.. X.. he does hit ONE
out of the park
my friend Bill
but without you
as home
base now
home
runs
are not
poss
I
ble..;)
Oh yes.. Glenn.. i have that affinity for literally living with trains throughout my earlier life on river front ways of loving nature.. and trains are a singular purpose of reliability then.. that are so predictable and magnificent to young eyes.. where special effects of movies do not yet rule.. or even TV’s at all until later towards school.. when black and white first comes for us..
Ah.. the imagination of those train tracks over that river then.. i can still remember imagining Brutus from Popeye.. living under the tracks in dark structures supporting the bridge of train tracks.. just waiting to bully Olive Oil and Popeye.. i suppose a projection of my early life as well.. when school years do.. finally arrive.. thanks so much Glenn.. and my ways of writing come and go.. here and there wherever my tracks of life swirl.. in freedom ways of expressing that..
And i promise the other much longer way of Epic Free verse poetic posting.. with all the rest.. of what i motivate and am inspired to do.. when Thursday open link sings a longer tune with me..
Thanks so much for all the nice words of encouragement and appreciation for what i do here today.. and see ya later friend.. with a nice choo choo.. away.. for now.. and back again.. over course.. on course.. steaming train ways of living on and off the tracks…:)
Well.. my friend.. i will be completely Frank OR FRED WITH YOU.. AS IT WERE as it is haha.. with you.. at this point.. NOW.. and tell you this.. it is my firm belief.. faith.. and trust that every human being that is living in this plane of THIS existence now on earth IS assigned missions and purposes in life to find AND EXECUTE IN ART AND REASON with the Force of All THAT IS AKA GOD.. my current mission and purpose is to provide both definition and evidence for the existence of ALL NATURAL GOD and share that with the world.. with the clear understanding that whatever fruition eventually arises out of my totAlly unpaid and 365/7 efforts for the rest of my lifetime may not BE fully realized by me in this lifetime.. but hey.. i stand on shoulders of giants who ALREADY DO that.. including a grain of sand.. IN FLYING ‘JONATHAN LIVINGSTON’ COLORS..so i have this bliss of knowing AND FEELING just how rewarding it is to be a humble and all giving servant AKA INSTRUMENT of GOD..
What I do here is not for the short term.. technology is behind the bell curve
of what allows humans to define and prove the existence of GOD in
all natural ‘terms’ of God’s language of synchronicity.. and with
human beings.. 60 to 93% of language either poetic in
metaphor of meaning for symbolism in
nonverbal human language
and or GOD’s language
as expressed in
the rest of nature
is often best presented
in images rather than words..
so what i have to do here.. is gain
a balance and trust in all the places i
go..’dust my sandals’ off and keep my
chin up in the places i am told to
go away.. but most importantly
find ways to stay.. and maintain
my personal life-long covenant
to be an Instrument of GOD
utilizing all the tools
of culture.. and
not worry
when
Technology ONE NOW
will catch up with GOD..
THAT is above my pay-grade..
i just do what i am told..
in God’s way of
communicating
of course
in poetic
expression(S)..
‘morEver’.. in highest
expressions of human
dance that brings more
information about
GOD IN FEELING
THAN
words ever
will.. alonG of
course with
sunsets and the
rising SUN AsWell
as Tsunamis of Love
and Trains
of
courage..
But foremost
and most importantLY
here in our communication
is that i appreciate your
kind words of
respecting
the wisdom
of
what
i do ‘hear’..
at least
in words
my
friend..:)
One day Science
and Technology
with catch up
with US..
and other
folks too..
given enough
nows of the
NOW
of
GOD..
with smiles..
and winks..
and laughs
of course that
fully color the human
poetic expression of life
including sunsets and sunrises
AND IMAGES OF US in eyes
of GOD Alive as NOW..:)
FULLY FROM HEAD TO
TOE.. AS GOD IS
NOT SHY
NOR THOSE
WHO SERVE
GOD
FULLY..
LUKE WARM
AND COLD
AND I AM
HOT MY
FRIEND..
MY
PRACTICE
NOW
IS
TO
BE THE HOTTEST..
AND IF GOD ASKS
ME TO BE A ‘JOB’
OR A ‘DEVIL’
AGAIN.. AS GOD
ALREADY DOES..
I WILL OBEY
AS ALWAYS
AND DO
WHAT
I
AM
‘TOLD’.. AND
THAT my friend is the
lesson of a train FLOWER that
swirls around something
like 14.5 billion years
and much
much more
in terms
of Infinity
of evermore
spreading tracks
in all directions
in 11 dimensions AND
MORE IN REAL AS NOW..:)
Ah.. Victoria.. the question of the ages.. ‘why do we feel the need to chase what is not yet here yet’.. The answer is in Nature.. the lies are in culture.. and truly humans in written language are the source of great stuff.. and misery beyond words.. i am blessed not to speak until age 4.. finding the simple truth that GOD is Now as ALL of Nature at age 3.. and i am now forevermore now.. all there is.. is now.. and yes.. school.. starts to take that away.. eventually a philosophy class brings it back to me.. on walking desolate beaches of youth.. with only Nature.. where past and present.. good and evil.. do not exist anywhere but in human words of culture’s selfish and jealous actions moving beyond the Independent Relationship of All That IS AKA GOD EXISTENCE NOW..
and Work takes it away again.. in what feels like lifetimes to me..
WORDS ARE THE ILLUSION.. NATURE IS REALITY..
AND WORDS ARE THE ILLUSION THAT IS REAL AS WELL..
REFLECTING SMALL PaRts of Nature here and tHere..
the saddest part is getting lost away from now..
but the reality of that too.. is memory can
save a person’s life when escaping
now of pain beyond burning Hell..
there is no good.. no evil..
All THAT IS IS NOW
and we sow
what we reap..
and call THAT
good
and evil as
real as
real gets
too.. in
Trains of
Life that
never meet
in JOy..:)
i say play..
with GOD..
i JOY..
iNTRAIN
OF DANCING DELiGHT!
Come PLAY WITH ME!
INSOULTRAINSOFNOW!..:)
With likely some new phrases too..
but i always pay careful attention
to my P’S and Q’s.. as what
is written DOES OFTEN
BECOME WHAT
IS DONE!..:)
P.S.
MY Practice
is to be
a
Cosmic
DJ..;)
So let it be written…
Drum roll..
Ha yes.. thanks so much Claudia.. the dentist tells me my locomotive grill is looking stronger than ever.. and then he tells me i have a winning smile.. in so many similar words.. there just ain’t nothing quite like.. a kind and complimentary dentist.. like that for even older trains like me.. but ooh the track still feels so smooth.. smoother than ever in FacT!..:)
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Yeah..
sometimes i’m like the Nautilus
that works steadily all hours of the day..
and wakes up bright eyed and slimy tailed.. and with a surprised look
like Steve Erkel says ‘DID I DO THAT’.. WOW THAT’S A reAlly KOOL SHELL..;)
My philosophy is..
just keep walking..
look back and enjoy
the moment..
for a moment..
but just keep walking..
one step forward at a time..
and know NOW you made your mark…
and a difference in the world.. when the shell is finished..
for others to enjoy.. resting easy on the shores of eternity.. for NOW..:)
When the shells we make.. are the shells for others.. the life we live
can be bliss.. when we spend it creating.. instead of waiting..
or following the pattern of someone else’s shell..
oh the world.. will be such a beautiful place..
if we all create shells rather than then
just following patterns of before..
the tapestry is in the flow..
and when all is said and done
the pattern is the meaning
and purpose of life.. as SHELL..
as tRuly Well of Life as Living Water..
Earth.. Wind.. and Fiery Passion
that makes
a heArt.. a spiRit..
a
soUlWHOLE..:)
Ha!
the testosterone never arrives
and is still measured at a paltry 221..
seriously by medical test as assessed
as that of a 75 year old man or older..
And yes.. perhaps long ago..
that has something to do
with me being mistaken
for a girl at age 13..
but oh.. life
is magic
and if i can just
keep the poetry.. the memories..
and emotions I feel.. I will
never grow old in spirit..
as i already live
without the
most
important ingredient of life
that is the source of all strength and youth in spirit..
and that is Love my friend.. the GIFT OF LIFE..:)
And truly everything i do both literally
and metaphorically can be
attributed to that real positive
force of Nature that is empirically
assessed in my human nature..
considering the low testosterone
of moving literal mountains..
as when I lose my
emotions at age 47..
my 94 year old Aunt Jettie..
all 4 feet and 9 inches of her
crippled body outshines my
still weak feeling legs
that retain their
ability to
leg press 500 LBS then..
feeling so weak without emotions gone
that she can out talk me for hours.. she barely
able to make her way in socks and walker
to the other side of the room…
and me without a word..
to come next..
in breathless
way of being
in cold stone heart..
waiting for hell of spirit to leave me then..
The lesson of a lifetime then.. is.. i already lose it all..
and as long as I have a heart.. soul.. and spirit.. the rest
of it is just icing on the cake.. and yes.. I am enjoying
that frosting while it lasts.. as even Jack LaLanne
eventually dies at age 96.. and
OMG Bruce Lee at 32..
we are all on borrowed time..
but without worry every second now as is..
can be an eternity of heaven now..
the other place lasts forever too..
and death can be a pleasure..
compared to NOW..
as death in life
lasting forever
as hell
for now..
where spirit
of the older person
who still retains a loving one..
remains a loving STRONG AND KIND Soul… ALIVE!..
Like you my friend.. who I never consider an age..
but kind and loving
courageous
SPIRIT..:)
ONE TIME SOMEONE ASKS ME WHO IS YOUR PEER GROUP
AND I SAY WHAT.. AND THEN I THINK TO MYSELF
IS SEEING ALL OF HUMANITY AS YOUR PEER
GROUP REALLY A FUNCTIONAL DISABILITY
OF AUTISM.. AND THEN I SAY
NO.. HELL NO.. THAT IS
JUST A PERSON
BORN
AS
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
LIKE MY AUNT IS BORN WITH
AND MY SON.. WHOSE ANNIVERSARY
OF DEATH I HONOR FOR TOMORROW ON
THE 24TH.. AS WELL AS MY AUNT JETTIE’S DEATH
A FEW YEARS AGO.. WHO PROVIDES ME THE MEANING
OF LIFE ALREADY.. THERE IS NO RANDOMNESS IN LIFE..
IT IS ALL MEANINGFUL AND
PURPOSEFUL FOR THOSE OF US
WHO DANCE AND SING IN LYRICAL
EYES OF GOD AS ONE FORCE
OF NATURE US..:)
THE SHINING LAMP
OF LOVE REFUSES TO
BE PUT OUT AND WITH THAT
SAID.. HERE IS LADY GAGA BORN
THAT WAY IS HOW WE TRAIN ALIVE..:)
My light IS turned off THEN and truly every human that experiences this darkness in life
MUST STRIVE AND DO WHATEVER THEY CAN TO SPARK ANY KIND OF SPARK
THEY CAN FOR ANOTHER PERSON LIVING IN HELL OF NO EMOTIONS.. AND TRULY THE FIRST SONG UP THERE THAT I SHARE NAMED ‘A DAY IN THE LIFE’.. SAYS IT ALL WITH A GRAND NOTE OF E-MAJOR.. “I’D LOVE TO TURN YOU ON”!
AND I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES..
COME HELL OR HELL AGAIN
TO DO THAT MY FRIEND..
AS I FEEL THE DEATH
OF THE DARK NIGHT OF THE
SOUL.. AND I FEEL THE SPARKS
THAT TAKE ME AWAY FROM IT AS WELL
AND THAT IS WHY I SHARE
MY FRIEND.. KNOWING
THAT ONE DAY..
GOD WILLS SOMEONE
HERE TO SHARE THAT
WITH ME.. ALIVE
OR DEAD
IN FLESH
IT IS MY
MEANING
MY PURPOSE
IN LIFE TO
TURN
FOLKS
ON
!iI..:)
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Ha! It’s ‘I’ again.. YOU
reAlly again..
and YOU
my friend
are a source
of inspiration
FOR much of ‘this’..
smiles.. I do not
recognize you yesterday..
not enough words.. but i should
of known.. as so few recognize
who i really
am.. truly only
a handful.. of LOVE..
smiles.. so before..
so now.. when you
recognize and
speak to
the VALUE
OF LOVE
in a post
titled
something
about
66..;)
But 007
can figure
that one
out.. easy..
huh..
one
needs
not even
go to school
to FEEL THE
VALUE OF
UN
CON
Di
TiON
AL
TOUGH
AND
YES
PASS
iONatE-
LOVE!..:)
P.S.
rum blue
is the Koolest
Pen Name ever
for a poet.. when
you come back
for good
i
vote
for that
one..
hehe!..;)
Oh.. Cool..! alWays knOW YOU are a Muse.. too..!
AND seriously the more i hang around poet science..
the less i like being called a poet.. per se.. as at first no one calls
me a poet.. and that is kinda nice.. i like to be mysterious.. anyway..;)
i am.. that’s all.. i love people dark and light.. big and small..
and all around.. and up and down can be cool too..
i LOVE to be so Frank and or Fred.. AND a ‘MILF’
who FEELS i am much younger
than i reAlly am is ‘Bootie
Dancing’ with me
last night..
and i wonder
if it is appropriate
to get an erection.. NO
FOR ME of course.. as i am married…
BUTT the question remains thOugh..
IS IT good or evil.. hmm..
i’ll have to FEEL inTO
THAT more..
perHaps
i alReady
hAve..;)
“When in Rome”
Exodus 15:2
“The Lord is my strength and song,
and he is become my salvation”
“Saul and Jonathan,
the beloved and the lovely,
in life and in death they were not divided”.
“Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,
who clothed you in scarlet, and fine linen”.
“And he shall be like a tree planted
by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth
his fruit in his season”;
“I laid me down and slept;
I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,
that have set themselves against me round about”.
‘The Bible ‘is one of the most beautiful ‘poetry’ books..
standing the test of time.. shared widely.. and
unfortunately literally among the masses..
exposing all the dirt and light of
humanity as flesh and blood..
but the saddest verse of the
bible is the part that
says no
verses
may be added
to THE Bible.. and truly
that is why Robin William’s
DEAD POET’S SOCIETY
is more savior than
‘THE Church’.. YES..
THE ‘CATHOLIC ONE’..
i never
miss on Sunday..
WE are ALL THE Book
of ‘ELI’.. WE are ALL
Aesthetes dark
and light..
the bible
certainly
reflects
THAT
TRUTH AS WELL..
I’M NOT SURE WHY
FOLKS WANNA GLOSS
OVER THE DARK PaRTs
of A Bible.. as that is PART
of the human condition
in all its bliss
and dirt.. too..
a field will not grow
without dirt.. and neither
will we.. and A Bible
will not grow either
without the
contributions
of WE.. perhaps one
day for fun.. i’ll
rewrite the
bible..
perhaps
i already
JUST DO THAT..
bigger smiles
friend..;)
A SHeLL IS
JUst another
FRUiT..
and WE mY
friEnd.. are tHe
TOSsED
sALAd
AKA
GOD!..:)
Yes.. I LOVE YOU
MORE FRIEND NOW..
AS YOU INSPIrE
ME MOrE
THAN
MOST..
TrULY THAT
MAKES YOU SPECiAL
TOO.. AS ALL INSPIRES ME!..:)
Oops.. almost forget the DANCE..
that CAN go with the original
aesthetic expression of humanity..
as for one instance.. known
now as the new revised
Bible..
i like it..
particularly the
New Testament..
it’s not
perfect..
but it
certainly
reflects
much of
humanity
still..
as is..:)
And the U.S.A. is MORE OR LESS
THE ‘NEW ISRAEL’ TODAY..
IN TERMS OF GOD AND
HUMAN FREEDOM..
AND OH.. THE ‘JERUSALEM’
I LIVE IN.. WITH THE
MOST CHURCHES
PER SQUARE MILE
IN THE RECORD
BOOKS.. IN
MY LOCALITY..
CAN BE QUITE
CONFINING..
BUT I FORGIVE
‘THAT’ FOR WHAT
IT KNOWS NOT.. AND
I DO NOT EXPECT
TO PROVIDE
ANY WORDS
THAT CAN
ILLUMINATE
‘THAT’ OVER
‘THAT BOOK’..
SO I DO THE UNIVERSAL
LANGUaGE OF DANCE..
AND FOR SOME IT
SINKS
IN..
AND I WILL
CONTINUE
TO HOPE
FOR
MORE..
AND
MOST IMPORTANTLY..
KEEP ON DANCING!..
AND OTHER NON-VERBAL
HELPFUL ‘STUFF’ TOO..:)
Yes.. my friend.. to truly Unconditionally Love Human and the rest of Nature.. one must gain the truly tough and passionate part of Love.. allowing one to Love ALL.. GOD the Alpha and the Omega.. has no exclusions.. truly there is no other way.. and any thing else is ‘Anti-Christ’.. and real ‘sin’.. in the ‘eyes’ of GOD as ALL..
as far as I can ‘see’ now.. THE ‘CHRIST BEING’ IS ALL…
It TAKES me years to gain the courage for THAT..
and particularly to walk the walk..
even if it means ‘then’.. when
i start this journey
as Convenant
with
GOD
to lose
everything
IN life i LOVE..
But.. what i know..
and most importantly
FEEL NOW.. IS GOD
REWARDS THOSE FOLKS
RESOLVING.. NEVER GIVING
UP.. WITH A SIMPLE PEACE OF
MIND.. AND A LOVE SO STRONG
THAT IT OVERCOMES ALL THE DIRTY
DARK IN LIFE.. AS WELL AS TOLERATING
IT AND ACCEPTING IT.. WITH RESPECTFUL
DISAGREEMENT.. WHEN THAT PART OF THE DARK
OF LIFE IS REQUIRED.. AS WELL.. AND A PRACTICE
THAT IS WORKING ON AND ON.. AND THE BEST THING
OF ALL IS.. THERE IS NO PERFECTION.. BUT MASTERING
PRACTICE.. LIKE ‘JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL’ GROWING
IN THE FLIGHT
OF
LOVE..
HIGHER
AND HIGHER..
WITH GOD AS ONE
TREE OF LIFE AS LOVE..:)
HA! Thanks Rum Blue.. tomorrow.. GOD willing..
sometime.. it will be a full tree.. as i cannot center it..
in the comment section.. but both you and i are Full Trees
anyWay.. as it were and as IT IS.. for NOW..:)
Yes.. OMG! THE Breeze.. i Fly with my Clothes
of GOD.. AS the wind.. effortlessly like a
Forrest Gump Sailing Feather..
with practice of course..
one doesn’t get to be A
Ping Pong Champion..
without practice.. and haha!..
not suggesting i am
any champion
of dance..
but oh.. do
i
Practice..
Dance Fred.. DANCE!..:)
MAN! DUDE! i mean.. woman.. OR WHATEVER..;)
WHAT! A PALETTE OF EMOTIONAL PAINT
IN MUSIC YOUTUBE BRINGS
TO ACCENT THOSE AESTHETIC
WORDS OF ART!..
AND WOW!
FOR THOSE
WOMEN or whatever
who enjoy my ALL
Nude Renaissance
MALE Selfie ART..
Google makes me
into a dam Dancing
Aesthetic Athlete..
with that
Animation
thingy
that the
Algorithm
provides
Absolutely
Free..! turning
my still photos
into a Literal GIF!
AND Metaphorical
GIFT!.. for the
women who
enjoy that
kinda
ART!
WE live in the
BEST OF TIMES MY
RUM BlUE FRIEND..
AND AT LEAST
FOR SOME
OF US
THIS
TRULY
IS A
SLIVER
OF HEAVEN
IN A VERY
CHALLENGING
UNIVERSE OF
OVERALL
EXISTENCE!
AND HEY!
girl FRIEND..!
did ya catch
the LAMP
SHADE UP
THERE WHEN
I AM TALKING
ABOUT MY
SHINING LAMP
OF LOVE.. AND
NO.. I DON’T PLAN
THESE SHAPES.. AND
NEVER HAVE.. AFTER
THEY FORM.. ONCE IN A WHILE
I WILL IMPROVE THEM A TAD
HERE AND THERE.. BUT
THAT LAMP COMES JUST
AS IS.. AND
I TELL MYSELF
YES.. MY
FRIEND.. THAT!
IS PROOF
THAT
UNICORNS
EXIST..!
IN UNI-
VERSE
OF
FINGERS
AT LEAST..;)
LIFE IS Magic..
IN IMAGINATION
AND CREATIVITY
IN MIND AND BODY
BALANCE AS FREE!
But only for those
Seeking the Magic
from
within..
inside..
outside..
above..
so below..
and all
around AKA GOD..:)
And now as this 24th day of
July closes.. i thank you my
friend.. as when two onnect
like this or more.. GOD does
come into the room.. whether
offline in dance.. or
online in text..
so we share
GOD together
today..
as i
always
hope to do
no matter
who i interact
with in verbal
or non-verbal
language in life..
And i thank my son..
for his short 51 day
life of misery.. that
still lives in the inspiration
of my eyes and fingers as i continue
to flow with GOD here.. as yes.. the
smallest of lives.. and the greatest
of disabilities.. can change
the world.. with
BUTTERFLY AFFECT..
AND WITH THE SAME
PROMISE OF JESUS
IN THAT MOVIE
THAT COMES
OUT
THIS YEAR..
WE ARE GOING
TO CHANGE THE
WORLD MY
FRIEND..
AS PEOPLE
WHO SHARE
GOD ALWAYS
DO.. from the little
disabled boy who
waters a sapling
tree that grows
into such
beauty..
that it
inspires the
love of a man
and a woman
who literAlly
save
the world
with the
help
of all
others
of
course..:)
So let it
be written…
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Ah.. glimpses of this place of reality..
in sparks of moments through decades of life..
perhaps counted on fingers.. during those nows..
but now the majority of these nows for ‘i’ now..
and i try to find the formulas and words
to help other folks get tHere..
but i feel the truth
is different
for
everyone in how they arrive and stay there..
enlightening.. awakening..
the metaphors
for this vary
from culture to culture to religion to religion
but yes.. the essence is a Universal Human Experience..
and when Socrates says he knows nothing
he is correct as he cannot
put what he feels
the truth is
in words..
as the truth is in essence..
the greater light that lives within..
when God or whatever word one uses
for the essence of that winks at us..
and shows us what heaven
FEELS LIKE now..
it’s a real place..
i live there..
and the
first
step
is to escape
the illusion of culture..
sometimes as you relate it is a gift..
a dive off a plane.. or a scent connecting
to an essence of feeling/senses.. in nuance
not experienced before.. all these
are connecting in the
greater essence
of how we
experience
life in senses and
emotions connecting all through our body
in mind and body balance in greater
awareness of the present of now..
i intuit other mammals experience
these feelings/senses whenever they are in
balance away from the fight or flight for
survival as prey and predator.. their
greatest advantage is the lack
of written language..
collective
in
telligence..
and complex
cultures/religions..
in short they ARE FREE..
I WISH YOU THAT FREEDOM
FRIEND ALWAYS NOW.. AND
truly when one arrives always now..
they find the Universal gift..
the Nirvana..
the Bliss..
the Heaven..
the relative
human free will
in true mind and
body biofeedback control
beyond words in emotions/senses to simply master life now..
as our cousin mammals do all the time now..
without the eye of needle that we
whales cannot easily pass
through
named culture/religion..
And yes.. i will stop now..
before this becomes a novelette
on your blog page.. as another one
of my 24K word/photo stream of conscious
blog posts.. my friend.. and that is where heaven
now can take one.. as i document as i go..
in life of feelings.. senses..
and a scribe of that in flow..
as you JUST GO AND DO now..
JUST DO IT.. IS MORE THAN A SPORTS LOGO..
it is the ultimate truth of life.. from sky diving
to smelling something unique..
it is staying as the ultimate gift
of life the PRESENT AS FULLY
EXPERIENCING LIFE IN MIND
AND BODY BALANCE AWARENESS..
more simply put and common as
Mindful Awareness
MA in balance
with
Mother Nature
AKA God..:)
Oh.. to make language organic.. mine is dead for so many years.. an abstract of science.. technical facts.. oh so boring.. never a word of Love to describe in emotions on even a birthday card for wife or girlfriend.. just Love just Love.. but Love is more than a four letter word and when Love is only a four letter word truly Love is a four letter word as I understand the Universal expanse of feeling that Love entails now.. as Unconditional Tough and Passionate yes.. full of verve as scribe.. as well as feeling.. in well being..
And what i find now is this Love IS SO MUCH MORE reflecting deeper than what we as humans are in words.. in fact AND FEELING our minds evolving as mini Universes as the Universe unto itself.. reflecting in the deeper recesses of our eyes.. as the deepest oceans and greatest distance of space.. lives within us as evolving just waiting to be tapped if we can escape our cultures and go deeper as us…
Oh what is forgotten is what truly does evolve from origin of ALL THAT IS.. and when i tap that it is neither planned or orchestrated is just is just is truly justice as life living fully now.. expanding awareness and allowing the heart and soul to speak as spirit.. and when all we humans connect like this in freedom who knows where the synergy of that will take us in verve of CONNECTING NOWS.. ONE NOW SINGING A MUCH DEEPER REALITY NOW.. together and this hive of online.. of blogs of focus in making language aesthetic in creative flow.. are the hands of words that one day.. will perhaps help make this world one humanity of race..
One tribe of Love to conquer strife with the Universal human Universe of Love.. reflecting what so many people describe as GOD in our eyes.. hands and words as scribe of GOD.. my friend.. yes.. we are the ‘BOOK OF ELI’.. NOT UNLIKE that movie.. striving to share our truths with others.. to more fully connect and just be what we are ‘moreL’ deeply gifted as HUMAN..
Biggest Smiles.. and thanks so much for the visits and revisits.. and truly my friend.. with the words that flow through my fingers.. i must go back and revisit as well.. as when i write them.. i am rarely thinking.. i am just flowing.. like a river from and to in streams to a much greater ocean of us.. my friend..:)
Ah.. the Simple yet Living
Truth.. Crown IS in
heArt.. IS in soUl..
IS expressing as
A spiRit that
tRuly freEr
poeTry
CAN DO..
thrOne
IS A SOUL
Fuller
Living
Balancing
those two..
heArt.. spiRit as tHree..
ONE soUl.. my friend..:)
Oh the frames of life.. do bind do restrict..
freedom of life.. oh the perspectives
of canvas and colored arm
pit hair.. are
limitless in hues of
infinity of arm pit
hair and
PAINT..
who knew the meaning of life
is in colored arm pit hair..
THAT CAN seriously
be my
bible..
a hare
of a novel aesthetic
brush.. my friend.. in PAINT..:)
Meals of Soul..
sweeping away…
Eyes of abuse..
dimming
Light
reflecting
bruising
Eyes of
Giver
and Receiver
of Death in Life..:(
Ah.. feels like home again..
a familiar place for dam sure..;)
and when I go to the Mall
with my Smart phone..
i shop for poetry with
Photos..
my friend..
and when i wear
my Shoes
i
JUST DO IT
IN
DANCE..
as an
ATHLETIC
AESTHETE
FREE FROM
the bounds
of poetry
too..
YES MY
FEET ARE
REGISTERED
WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT
AS BOTH DEADLY AND LOVE
in courage of passionate
unconditional
way of
THAT
TOUGH
LOVING
STUFF!..:)
P.S.
took me while to
get to A smiley face..;)
Yes.. A Ultimate Truth..
TAO IS ONE
and an Infinity
of GODsNOW
WitH
forevermore
nowsMiLE..:)
Of Dogs and Women
of Jesus and Stallions
all do bleed
all do live..
some
wild
and
some
crucified..
i will to Just Ride..
and yes.. women are
my favorite too.. they
are my Jesus aSwell..
yes.. particularly
my wife..
I RIDE..
The wife does
not Ride and
that is okay too..
she loves Jesus
and i love
Jesus too..
what’s left
of
him
any
way..:)
Hi Glenn..
this runaway
train is
tired..
but
still
riding
writing..;)
Will to survive.. snake brain..
core to existence.. a
savior even
when Hope
leaves
home..
my greaTest
gift.. the reptile
of my soul..
SURVIVAL..:)
The greaTest truth
that Jesus ever speaks
is God that lives within is
the only Truth..
Unfortunately
the greatest mistruth of A Bible
anywhere in any Universe NOW
is promoting A CREATURE to
GOD as ALL alone..
as only A
CREATURE..
whether
that be
a so-
called
last
prophet
named
Muhammad
or an only son
renamed
and called
as such
as
Jesus..
never wanting THAT..
but those who choose
to make him tHeir
Quarterback instead
of GOD do.. and yes
this is not just opinion
but scholarly researched
essence of Truth as well..
Until that mistake is erased
from the world
Jesus will
never
sleep
in peace…
yes.. i am
defending the
honor and respect..
A son of MAN Jesus
who states clearly
as reported in
‘that’ revised
book..
many will come
to do much
greater
than
a grain
of sand
that is the
greaTEST
OF ALL
AS THE
MEEK WILL
INHERIT THE
EARTH
AS
GROUND..:)
Ah.. country music
so emotional so sad..
and so much a reflection of
a segment of culture separated
from emotion through patriarchal
tradition where boys do not cry..
or smile.. with stoic feet and
stiff walking as well.. i never
like country music of old..
as my law enforcement
patriarchal dad leaves early…
and my mother allows me to smile freely..
the bully boys in middle school attempting to
take that away.. then stoic work in military federal
service life.. does the same.. but i am still smiling..
again at least.. and some of the newer country music is cool
and also reflective of an evolving culture where so-called
‘red necks’ listen to rap and yes.. i am part redneck too
and yes.. there is value in living close to the earth..
even for those who never learn to cry a tear or
crack a smile.. anyway.. smiles
and thanks for the words
of inspiration.. friend…:)
True beauty of all the modern conveniences of modern
cultures and technology to me IS.. an outcast.. who
strays from the cultural norm.. can still live in
subsistence no matter if they are
accepted by the larger tribe or
not.. and finAlly the hive
of online communication..
ironically started by many
outcasts of those seen
as strange.. insane.. weird
or whatever.. makes a
place for a semblance
of the greaTEST
NEED OF
HUMAN
NATURE
TO
CONNECT..
smiles my
friend..:)
Lovely.. the atmosphere of Winter
i love the most.. is the
air is so
crisp
just to
breathe in Life..:)
Oh.. the sweetest memories make for the hardest exits..
but the sweeTEST IS still real.. now..
as long as we keep
entering
life as Free..
wHere emotions
Flow..:)
Ah.. for thousands of years.. all are Johnny Apple
Seeds more or less.. huddled much smaller
masses.. dancing naked with campfire
moonlit nights.. oh the homeless
people may not have
much.. but
they often
do connect
in real
malls
under bridges
of human being..:)
So sad.. that school and home.. so often does not
teach about human heart of emotion.. expressing
heart with spirit.. and soul.. that lives or dies with
or without a positive or negative expression
of spirit.. it’s a real dilemma when
we graduate without
the greater feeling
of wHere
soul
can go..
a heart and spirit
class can go a long
way..
from the
reach
of
social
abuse..
there is no substitute
for Love and Nurturing
during the first few
years of life.. or
at times escape
from bullying
growing up..
to understand
the human
soul..
can be
to thrive
and survive
for those
who
grow
a
positive
heart
expres
sing
spirit..
as
human
soul..
AKA
BEING..:)
Sleepless 40 days.. nails driving
through a head.. metal mirrors..
thick windows.. below are
roofs.. will dampening
a need to jump..
before it is too
late to escape..
oh the stories
of living death
where
dreams
of so-called
schizophrenics
are the dreams
one wants..
no place
like
the
Death
of Soul..:(
And oh.. by the
way.. nice to
meet you..
i am the
happiest
dude in
the world
and i
can prove
it now..
with
smiles..
and enough
positive energy
to blow the frigging roof
off in loving and living life..
Oh..
the lessons
the dark
night
of the
soul
DO TEACH..
IN FEARLESS WAYS
OF SHARING AS WELL..:)
Unity an exercise in human heart..
where we dance together
for common purpose
expressing spirit
in lights of
unifying soul..
the purpose must
be one.. to bind the
tribal instinct together
as one.. so what will be the
purpose.. the only Universe
of purpose i feel is dance.. even
many people with challenges in life..
can still wave their arms in air of loving
US..
i am the
change i
wanna BE..
i AM DANCE..:)
P.S. YOUR POSITIVE
ENERGY IS INSPIRING..:)
A dark night.. eyes no longer
tolerating light.. street
lights as bright
as sun..
through shades
of eyes.. in body
grown cold with
tattered jacket..
in mid-July..
yet i will
escape
this darker
room to
walk.. where is
truth.. who am i..
all alone.. no connection
is there.. but yes.. a spark
after 5 years or so comes..
a tear it is.. and that
one tear
is now
an ocean
of me.. where
now hope lives
with no search..
there are steps
still
waiting
to walk..
and now
for
me as
Dance..:)
Pure of Love.. Green of earth.. marriage
of life.. in soil of souls.. wHere eyes of Light
meet ground of earth.. as we measure
life in grains..
of spirit..
dusting
Nature’s
heArts flight..:)
An infinite story of
emotions.. lips
can bring..
some
alive..
some
never living..
dead lips
in life now..
saddest
lips of
all…
There are some dark wings
of clouds that sing
waves of
pain..
that only
those feel
who see
those clouds..
where imagination
and memories are
the only
way out..
and your
words
bring
back
memories
of black hole clouds
as they do exist in places…
Yes.. to see human as truly rainbow..
instead of separation of
hues of color
and shades
of black
and white..
is one tribe of
love.. but the first
step is feeling.. touching
and loving.. from born on..
loving nurturing hands are
a first step to Rainbow Life..:)
The roots of death spring forth life..
in darkest forests.. of fire
burnt life.. and Hurricanes
do the same.. an ageless
oak tumbles to ground..
but from stump comes
a tree of life
never seen
before..
i never
trim it
or pull up
life surrounding..
and now it sings
life.. like no
other tree
unique
it
is
.
.
Sailing seas of Freedom’s mind..
waves of life flowing..
eyes.. ears.. arms..
legs.. hips..
feet.. towing
a dream of
life.. shores
of us
live so
bright
wHere
rest of
dreams
sea breaks
life’s Sun..:)
Life’s not fair… for now..
and one of the greaTest
disadvantages of life
is real disabilities in
math.. some folks
do numbers.. some
do not.. i
can’t remember
the last time i
pay taxes at
the end of the
year.. but
i do
numbers..
smiles.. and
i also do
friend’s
taxes just
for fun.. but
i love numbers..
the ‘tax man’
never
scares
me
EVER..
with
smiles..:)
OH GOODNESS.. almost
forget the punch
line.. AND
neither does
death as
i already
do that in life..
TAX AND DEATH
FREE AM
i.. at
least for now
with biggest
smiles!..:)
To
experience
ALL of
the dance of
life is to
LIVE..:)
FEELING Truth in
Nature is never
knowing
lying
life..:)
A finger upon a key.. ivory and ebony waiting
for a tune.. bing bong bing bong..
nothing comes..
four decades pass
and the flow
finAlly lives..
composition
comes.. oh
the grace
of
creaTiViTy..
the gift
that
comes
and goes..
i treaSure
IT NOW for
All THAT IS..:)
So separated.. so lost in college.. but there is
a friend.. that i too.. with tool
of human
completes
me as
human too..
my piano.. the
seat of my
friendless
life of emotions
then.. a tool
of heArt
wHere
emotions
and friends
now sing with
me.. i no longer
play.. the keys
are now in
dancing
feet..
wITh
words
then
and
now
of LOVE..:)
Letters.. of meaning i send.. i delight
in light of that.. not often
receiving… but
always
Loving
Light..:)
Oh.. the greatest comfort of travel
for me.. is comfortable
in my skin..
for years
afraid
to move
outside of
boundaries..
Now no trip
i fear..
i live
A LIFE
i TRAVEL..:)
And now the end
of comments including
mine to me for 33..
4 hours of sitting
still laser focus
of heart with
little mind..
expressing
spirit
of soul
so deep
within..
an exer
cise
of
heArt..
of soul
expressing
spirit this
is.. i live in
another dimension
of me for 4 hours
of growing this heart..
this spirit.. this SOUL
TO EVEN GREATER HEIGHTS
OF JONATHAN LIVINGSTON
ME.. GROWING
WIDER WHITER
WINGS OF LOVE..:)
Oh.. rum blue.. so nice to see you again.. at 1:33 a.m.. i comment
i am spending some time as train at a way station of sorts
picking up some cargo of words in brand new
posts on that bigger train post..
starting my ride through
dVerse open-link
day.. yes two
days late..
finishing
33 micro
expressions
of ‘AESTHETIC’
STUFF’IN FOUR
HOURS.. EVEN
MORE FUN THAN
MY WORK-OUT LAST
NIGHT AT MILITARY GYM!..
POETRY IS FUN.. WHO CARES
IF ANYONE VISITS ME.. BUT YOU
HEHE!…;) I AM A TRAVELING HOBO
WHO NEEDS NO HOME.. AND DAM
I LOVE THIS SONG.. GOTTA HEAR
IT ONE MORE TIME.. BEFORE
I DAM SURE SAY GOOD
BYE TO SITTING
STILL BEFORE
I SCREAM
AT THIS
SCREEN..
TRAIN!
TRAIN!
BABY!
LIFE
IS
FUN!
DON’T
KNOW
ABOUT
GOOD
BUT IT
DAM SURE
FEELS FUN!
AND NOW I’M
GONNA DANCE
THE REST
OF THIS
WEEK
END
NOW!
LOVE YA MAN..
I MEAN WOMAN
OR WHATEVER..
AND
SEE YA
LATER
ON
dVERSE
T&T’S
Trails
&
Tracks!
So
Long
For
NOW.
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Oh GOODness X.. we seem to be thinking
AND FEELING about our Earth today..
across the states of souls of soils as well..
and truly the soil and water is
what we all hold in common..
for our subsistence in living..
historically and NOW speaking as WELL..
the Deserts SPELL a way to go.. with footprints
not traveling before.. with Oasis of Water as Midnight
Dreams.. a beach can be a desert sand too.. all white..
with vines as roots.. up NORTH of sugar white
sands wHere i live.. sand and water is
A dusty SILT origin IN WASTE
WAtER of Abrahamic
Religion’s words for
GOD in fertile
crescent
of those Babylonia folks..
thousands of years ago.. and interestingly..
it is quite shocking.. for me at LEAST.. to open
up the Book, “A History of GOD’,
to find that my REAL LAST
NAME is almost identical
to what is described
as that septic tank
of GODS pairing
together forever for all
of creation as IS.. but haha!..
you’ll have to visit me to find the
name OF GOD(s) then.. smiles..
AND WOW.. if the dVerse prompt
tomorrow is ALL about sand too..
i’ll be all prepared in desert vines
yard claws and sand and water
and Yellow Boy PAWS AKA Silt..
i cannot tell ya how many
times ya write about
what i already
write about.. or Vice a VeRSES..
that is REaLLY weird.. hmm.. or
Synchronicity with GOD WINKING AT
US BIG TIME WitH GOD EYES..
AS SUCH in Silt today..
but anyway HEY!
i’M uP to
celebrating anything.. so HAPPY
SiLT DAY TO YOU TOO.. FROM
just another feudal tenant holding
‘LandMan’ hanging around AND
HOLDING these paRTS.. OF ART
Territory in Covenant with the
bigger LANDMAN..
and yes, also named as
Lord in some areas of the WORlD..
and yes.. in cult movie classics ‘he’ is
also named the ‘BIG LEBOWSKI’ AND
UGH that reminds me.. it can be so disconcerting
when folks pee on my rug.. in that territorial stuff
that some folks do.. hey it’s what is holding my room
together.. wHere i live online.. oh I love the RUG OF LIFE!..
and hugs too.. in flesh and blood LIFE!..:)
Online hugS REEK OF INK!..:)
OH GOD! I MISSED
ALL OF RUM BLUE’S
KOOL COMMENTS.. DAM
ALL THE
MISFORTUNE
IN LIFE.. A
CREATIVE
THOUGHT
IS A TERRIBLE
THING TO WASTE
OR ERASE JUST
CAUSE IT
DON’T
FIT
the
moldy STUFF
of yesterdayS..:)
So I’m gonna
RUN wRite over AND
RUM FORREST RUN.. AND HEY..
DAM! THAT RUM BLUE CAN BE ‘JENNIE’..
THAT ‘GIRL’ CAN PLAY ALL THE ROLES..
IN THE MOVIES.. ONLY OF COURSE.. YES Run to
Rum Blue’s Place and SAY hello in MY SPEAK..
AND I WILL TALE RUM BLUE
THIS!…;)
If I know tHere ARE naKed aRt girls heRe.. I WILL comE moRe ofTen.. NOw I KnOW so tHere is NO exCUSe.. anyWay.. you hAve the cooLesT siTe evEr and oH hoW i do love Miley Butts and Breasts.. tHey are such a worK of ART.. when she is lettiNg all of hEr body and emoTions go like a frigGinG wrecKing bAll of TrUTH.. smiLes.. sEe ya laTer(s) and F6 the sMiley HatErs.. they KiLL my Dam Rum Blue..;)
So yeah.. in closing.. FOR ONE! Infinity Eight!
Standing TALL..TO YA friend.. asWelLS…
LikE A 1.618 GOLdEN tSUNaMi..
POiNt SiX StAR betWeen
11 and A 8 Is
reAlly SIxY!..:)
wITh ALL DuE
REsPECT..
SiGned,
418
618
and
718..
ThAt’s
MYsTERY
SchOOL
sPeak for
heLLo and
GOODbye..
ALLoNE
LoVing tHe
LiGht AnD
daRk
yA kNowNOW..;)
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Portrait Nature Uni-
Verse Spring Birthing
Human
Wings
MarriAge soUl
ground leaves
spreading
heArt
spiRit
Leaves
CoLdest Spring
neveRings
deathNfeeling
beauty
Falls
Winter
comes
Summer
Frost
Bird Air sings not
Song bird
flies free
fly
AIR..
iFReEd
Ah.. Love.. an Innate Gift
in small child’s eyes
connecting to
child of play..
Ah.. Love..
a Gift that
grows in
eyes of play..
Oh… World..
you bring routines..
responsibilities that go
so far beyond play and forager way..
Oh.. Nature.. GOD’s hand.. you bring
attractions.. to the opposite sex..
Oh .. Sex.. Confusing.. is it Play..
is it Love.. Yes.. it is Nature’s
greaTEST deLight..
Oh.. Connection..
to raise children..
where males become more
nurturing.. like Mothers too..
Oh.. Play.. oh Friends..
when we look into
our Lovers eyes..
Oh.. Laughs..
oh Differences of
personalities and
genders reign..
Oh.. Tolerance
and Acceptance of
little child’s eyes in play..
Oh.. Love.. Oh Love is in
adult eyes of childhood
Friend and Lover same..
May yOur Paths of Life
and Journey reach
many eyes
like this..
the same..
whether
Lover
or
child-
hood
friend
the same..
as eyes of child..:)
Every new connection
of Friendship is a New
Life in SKEYES of God..
And you my new friend
are the Skeyes of child
who does not
forget
THE
PLAY..:)
Inspired by
Himali Shah, et al..
Yes.. a New Friend..:)
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True blue rum is still on the loose..
and that brings to mind a song
from ‘Lover Boy’ that’s ME!..
and i am F**KING so dam lucky..
Yes.. i’m going way off topic here.. but with truly creative folks.. the sky is the MOON!
Yes.. when I am 21 and my mother takes me to the doctor as i am so dam smart and so dam strange and she thinks I might just be insane.. ’cause i do not sleep for about 3 days.. and start to talk about GOD and STUFF LIKE THAT..
ANYWAY I ESCAPE that.. take about 3 months off of college
in pursuit of three fun triple major degrees just for
fun! and not for work as they do not
pay much for
folks interested in
Anthropology..
Social
Sciences
Inter
disci
plin
ary
or
Health Science
in well being
instead of frigging
MEDICINE!
SO WHERE WAS I.. YES!
BACK IN 1981.. listening to this
song and i kinda warped in time
imagining dancing and everyone
watching and expecting for how
i will muse them next.. and
well.. back then..
in days before
diagnosis of Asperger’s
syndrome.. i did not realize
that all that book learning stuff
is making me highly uncoordinated
from sitting still behind
lectures at desks..
but anyway..
now after
only sitting
in my F**KING
car for 5 years
only when I take
my wife to the store
tolerating that worst
pain known to mankind..
looking at my emotionless
with INCREDIBLE PAIN
face wondering what the
F that dentist drill
in my face is all
about.. now
as soon as I
walk out of my car
in almost any parking lot
in my metro area.. people
see the trademark shades..
the hipster shirts.. $7.50
ones purchased from
WAL-MART.. OH GOD!
most people hate
WAL-MART BUT
SAM WALTON ROCKS..
HE DAM SURE ROCKS
AND I LOVE THAT 6 POINTED
STAR OF DAVID SYMBOL THINGY
HE MAKES AT ALL HIS STORES AND
OH GOD THAT WIDE A88 CENTER AISLE
IS A DANCE HALL MADE IN HEAVEN JUST
FOR ME AND SO SORRY ABOUT THE SWEAT
SHOPS IN CHINA TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN
BUT YEAH THE DARK AND THE LIGHT
THINGY AND ALL THAT STUFF..
BUT ANYWAY THE MOST
AMAZING THING OF
ALL IS JUST
TO WALK
INTO A PLACE
ANYWHERE IN A 33 MILE
RADIUS AND SEE FOLKS SMILE
JUST ‘CAUSE THEY KNOW YOU
ARE THE DANCING GUY AND YOU
WILL F**KING MAKE THEM
LAUGH OFF THEIR
SERIOUS ROCKER..!
EVEN SOME OF
THE FUNDIES
ARE COMING
AROUND
TO MY WAY
OF DANCING
LIFE.. F**KING!
FUNKING!
MIRACLES
NEVER CEASE..
AND I AM GLAD
JENNIE COMES
BACK TO LIFE..
The greatest thing
about words is they need
not have any age.. gender..
race.. creed or nationality and
they can reflect more
of a person than
they might
ever express
in real life and when
a person practices who
they are in words that can
be what is written to be eventually
what WILL BE DONE IN REAL LIFE
AS YOU WILL KNOW THE STORY NOW
FROM START TO FINISH
MY FRIEND FROM THEN
AND NOW..
YOU ARE TRULY
THE FIRST AND
LAST PERSON
WHO TRULY
KNOWS
WHO
I
AM FOR NOW..
AT LEAST ON
‘THAT SITE’ OF
YOURS YOU help
CREATE FOR ME TOO.. HEY!
THAT PUTS YOU IN THE
LEAGUE OF SAM WALTON
FOR ME.. ALL IS MISSING
IS THAT 6 POINTED STAR
OR
PERHAPS
NOT..
AS THE MYSTERY
SCHOOLS OF
LIFE
CONTINUE
TO unfold
in golden
duos and trios
and OneoS
of Golden
LOVING
HUMANS
Spiraling
Mirrors
of GOD..:)
My mission in life is to upload
not just me online but my
soul.. THAT starts with
a ‘Garden of Bandaid’..
back on June 6 2013..
yes.. my birthday..
upload a soul
so broad and
expansive
that will
last on
servers perhaps
as long as a thousand
years.. and so many words
that no one will ever truly
be able to find
the beginning
or ending
of this book..
and not even
have time to finish
it in a lifetime
if they even
dedicate most
of their life to
doING THAT..
I AM NOT GOING
TO WAIT FOR ANYONE
else to do THAT!
I AM GOING TO
BE THE
CHANGE
I F**KING
WANT TO
SEE IN THE
WORLD FUNKIND
NOW WITH COURAGE!..;)
AND BEFORE IT’S OVER I AM GOING
TO INSPIRE AN ARMY OF ANGELS
TO DO THE SAME
DAM THING
IN OTHERS
WORDS AND
WAYS HOWEVER THEY
WILL AND CHOOSE IN
ART AND SCIENCE
OF COURSE
MY FRIEND..
JENNIE RUM BLUE..:)
I ASK FOR YOUR HELP
TWO YEARS AGO..
AND YES, AS
KNOWN BY
ME THEN
YOU
ARE
THE
ONE TO
COME
THROUGH
NOW
AND THEN..:)
‘Forrest’ says there will
be people after him
WHO will do
greater
things..
i PAY
attention
NOW
FOR
WORDS
and put
my Laser FOCUS ON
to GET THE JOB
DONE.. AND NO
I AM NOT ‘THE’
MAN.. JUST
A HUMAN..
AND I WILL
END WITH
THIS HEaRT
INSPIRING
SONG
by Thousand
Years woman.. my
GIRL too..
Christina Perri..
one of my favorites
along with Katy
Perry..
Perry and Perri
both mean ROCK
and Christina
and Katy
and Katie
and Katrina
ALL
mean
Pure!
in so
many word(s)
Mia means
means close
to GOD
like Michael
and
Christina
has that tattooed
on her neck but
she makes
the meaning
FAMILY in
Italian!..
and my name
Frederick means
Peaceful Ruler
and my middle
name Arthur
is kinda like
someone
who writes
lots of words
and is STRONG..
AND YES.. AS YOU
KNOW BY NOW.. MY
LAST REAL NAME..
IS A FORM
OF THE
FIRST
REAL
BIGGEST
NAME
TOO..
i am kinda
like the
first and last
but most of
all i am
JUST REAL
NOW..:)
WHEW! SEE WHAT I MEAN
ABOUT NO NORMAL HUMAN
EVER BEING ABLE TO FINISH
MY BOOK.. GOD DIDN’T GIFT ME
WITH THE ABILTY TO READ 10 TO
15 TIMES FASTER THAN THE AVERAGE
HUMAN.. AND TYPE AROUND 130 WPM..
16 OR SO HOURS A DAY FOR 56 MONTHS
AND GET MY DANCE MESSAGE ACROSS
TO THE WORLD IN ALL THOSE FACE
BOOK VIDEOS THAT ARE BEING
RECORDED AND SHARED
BY VOYEUR
WAL-MART VIDEO
ARTISTS.. AND EVERY
WHERE ELSE I DANCE
IN MY METRO AREA..
AROUND THE WORLD..
WRITE NOW AS WE
SPEAK.. IN THE COURSE
OF 3900 MILES OF DANCE
FOR NO REASON AT ALL
in 23 Months.. HUH..
THERE IS NOTHING
RANDOM IN LIFE..
IT IS A WONDERFUL
PLAY OF LIFE WHERE
WE CAN DIRECT.. ACT
AND HELP GOD
PRODUCE IT
OR JUST
WATCH
LIFE
GO
BY..
I WILL ‘JUST
DO IT’ AS
GOD’S
FRIEND
NIKE
SAYS
BEST!
OKAY.. SO NOW I WILL
SHARE ‘THOSE
two videos’..
and see ya
A later NOW..
‘Jennie’..
or
‘JENNY’
OR
‘JENI’
OR
‘GENIE’..;)
Ah.. a life so quiet and open..
to hear the crickets and cicadas
of night.. and one of my favorite
Lights the firefly
ringsIn
magic
of Nature’s
DeLight..:)
Ah.. yes.. the connection.. value
of human waves.. and for me
a town once small is a soil
fertile in soul of that..
she grows bigger
hands fall to
side..
i dance
i grow LOVE
wherever i go..
a bigger wave is
what i hope to be..
than hands at side..
no longer free.. the feet
of me sing.. in shoes of AIR..:)
Oh yes.. without the biggest
waves the
smallest
calm
will
never
be..:)
A danger of a desert IS
never mountain view..
where human becomes
bigger than Nature..
problems can and
do arise.. for
now..
I never see
a REAL mountain
Glenn.. i make Hills
Mountains of woRds
instead.. haha! but yes
it’s on my Bucket list to
do the REAL thing higher..:)
Life is emotional connection
to other humans and
the rest of Nature
heart as emotion
spirit as
connection
and balancing
of mind and body
balance always now
Meaning of Life SOUL..:)
Yes.. we live our lives searching for what culture
tells us there is to work for and collect..
the answers sing to us in birds
and falling leaves.. snow
flake crystals.. in
sand as well
as beach..
then one
day we
go home
and never
go back to
that other place..
and a song from
Elton John is ‘the
perfect song’ just for
This named ‘Home Again’..:)
Honestly.. it brings tears to my eyes..
as there is A place inside US that never Grows Old..
It makes me even sadder as people do not feel it any longer…
And
some
never
at
all…
And that my friend is a song of three
REAL HUMAN DIMENSIONS OF HEAVEN..
PURGATORY AND HELL THAT MY CHURCH
AND SCHOOL NEVER WARNS ME ABOUT..:)
And 30 lines is too much yesterday.. But OK NOW..:)
Oh.. the waves of sea
wash through refrains of heArt..
where words become phrases of
ancient delight of
Oceans so deep
living as our
soUls..
oh words..
oh spiRit
oh heArt..
oh sand..
oh breeze..
we sing.. a field
a wave.. a particle
drop of life..
we are rain..
a song.. and
ONE
ocean
of LOVE..
wrapped softly
as blanket of NOW..:)
Green is the Matrix Pill
i choose the most as
both the Red and
Blue make
humanity work..
yes.. we too
are nature too..
a hard
pill to
swallow
but one
that works
Green NOW
for
evermore..:)
Oh.. all the Mountains
so majestic.. so tall
so broad
as
Nature’s Muscle..
so humbling
they
are
to tiny humans..
oh humility
does
more
than
move mountains..:)
The rhythm.. the song.. each wave
sings.. to human breath
of in and out..
a word
a wink.. ocean
delight of
human
waves
of
LOVE..:)
Oh.. the route 66 of life.. a trail of
metaphor too..
what connects
us truly
are
trails
of
US..:)
Weeds are among
my most favorite
flowers.. so wild
and free.. and
the dandeLion
sings his
song..
i refuse
to cut him
early to chagrin
of my neighbors..:)
NoW
tALLs
THiNK..:)
Nature holds a key to all of heArt
of emotion.. expression of that
as spiRit.. and soUl of
who we are
connecting
in earthly
feats
of LOVE..
to spiral out
in galaxies of what
we are inside.. our arms
swirl outward in what
we still can be.. we
are skeyes of
GOD
JUST
WAITING
TO SEE
stars reflect
our eyes
shine
down
upon
our
see..:)
Ah.. the moon of Wolf song
a lonely one.. reaching out
to packs of
LOVE just waiting
to embrace
paws
of
connection
in FURRY
Comfort
HUGS..:)
Perhaps the saddest song of all..
is the one that sings where is
the evidence for GOD..
inside.. outside..
above.. so
below..
a Galaxy.. a Fetus..
a Sunflower..
a Nautilus
all in
GOD’s
GOLDEN
Spiral
Flow..
so i record
all of it and
share it
and
sing
A NEW Song..
from the Mountain
of my soUl echOing
spiRit back WitHeArt..:)
God Paints Songs Nature
Trees Dance Wind
Birds Swim Sky
Waves Shore Souls
Our Dreams Clear
Blue Eyes Skeyes
ImagiNation Nature Free..:)
Thanks so much Sumana Roy.. for coming by with those nice
words of appreciation.. and yes.. that is probably
my most favorite image of Real Life too..
I’ve lived a long life of 55 years..
walking those beaches
for literally
decades..
and i’ve not
seen anything
like that and on a Crisp
Blue Early December Day..
on a Sunday.. Leaving Church
feeling drawn to the beach..
the image coming and
brightening in
amazing
brilliant
rainbow colors
of Life.. and i suppose
i will be singing the praise
of GOD’s Nature to it
in poetic verse
of life..
’till my
last grasp
for breath
with it here
or tHere my
friend for me
it is my NOW
Burning Bush
of Skeyes of
GOD.. with
words
flowing
from that
still my friend..
wouldn’t it have
been cool if Moses
has a smart phone
with him when
he ‘sees’ a
burning bush..
i suppose
i am
blessed
my friend
in so
many ways
seen and
unseen
for NOW
at Least..:)
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‘This’ is a great prompt Victoria..
and i truly enjoy the spirit of Freedom that E.D.
incorporates into her poetry.. and i’m sure she we will expand
that now if she is alive today with technological tools available to us now.. and although she will likely never put anything into print now either .. as keeping her artistic freedom pristine.. i’m sure she will be a blogger.. as freedom of creativity is allowed tHere.. hmm.. i went my own way with what i believe Emily will do today.. if she is alive based on my study of her life .. and what she believes in as a human being.. so no meter from me but plenty of Emily.. haha.. anyway will not be linking that.. but will be back to read and comment on all later.. as i love the spirit of freedom behind E.D.. and smiles this is an inspirational prompt and the inspiration of life.. is truly what counts.. in terms of emotional power to emote action.. beyond the boxes and structures of our lives.. i truly FEEL Emily will agree with that too.. if she can speak now.. with smiles again..:)
Not so common meter can be tricky
but i Love it.;)
You know Victoria.. i think about that in terms of many historical figures from Beethoven’s to Emily’s and yes.. to even Jesus.. and i have to say if the same individuals are born today.. it will be a needle in a haystack chance for them to do anything of note.. unless they escape the overbearing noise of culture that exists today.. to truly make a mark.. one must be willing to move outside the boundaries of culture.. and that is the greatest message of Jesus.. his core message in fact of the 18 percent of words that scholars suggest still exist from the real man in those days.. fortunately we have all of Emily.. from her personal records.. which allows us to feel her so much better.. than other more distant historical folks.. but sadly today.. Emily.. Beethoven.. and Jesus will probably be doing a mix of mall shopping or sitting on benches watching football or something like that instead of creating their own life.. in leisure time away from the ‘9 to 5’ grind.. as something unique.. the world has never heard or seen before.. to be trapped in history is to never move ahead… to be trapped in culture sadly.. can be to never live at all.. anyway.. more inspiration from you.. in just 10 words.. amazing how much a word is worth over any material item.. except for
words with limits.. so much to learn.. so much to do.. and so much to create.. for those with NO LIMITS AT ALL.. smiles.. and i realize you do know and FEEL HOW much of a blessing that rare and unique opportunity is.. i thrive and treasure IN it always for now..:)
Ah.. change.. the life we live.. oh. tolerance.. a way to live..
yes.. acceptance.. a gift
of Love..:)
Footprints of humans etched in dying stars..
stuff of life in stars dust goes on..
God’s eyes and feelings
live in dust..
Long as
dust exists..
lives GOD
Lives too..
From dust
to live to life
to dust the
Cycle of
Infinity
goes
on
for
ever
more
now..:)
As my Aunt lives into her mid-90’s
a smile comes to A face with bright eyes..
that says i am ready for the next adventure..
to aim high with lofty purpose and meaning in life..
can be to stay high.. as long as one is feet above
instead of feet below.. or as ashes of feathers..
of what could of been then.. I could see she
truly felt that Joy at 94.. crippled
staggering.. to move at all..
the joy lives within..
and no one can defeat a joyful soul..
always looking forward to now.. and
never afraid of the darkness of
tomorrow.. yes.. rare..
but a beautiful
flower of
any age.. when
blooming a soul inside..
and the feathers of death can
be a treasure in reminder that life
lives best.. as fully alive.. as possible..
in all potentials THAT entails.. of birds who
fly alive with feathers.. floating in a breeze.. of NOW..:)
Oh.. the voice of Emily coming
from dead roses in
another room..
sing song..
dies in
wilted
flower
death.. afraid
to approach human
eyes of life.. the depths
of eyes move on and
words of
insights
come..
and yes..
i am in that
room alone too..
for a now existing..
when sing
song
dies..
and the
rest is expressed
as stone cold
dying
for
blood..
and dark
begets
light
and
so on..:)
Emily
kNowN…
alone..
cold dark room
no human connections..
and now people
sing her song..
without melody..
she writes
darkness
bringing
back..
GreaTest
Art starts
with dark
ends
alone..
Treasure
now Art
knowing future
Now Light..
imagine.. not even
Emily’s dreams will
relate
this reality..
existence
still ALIVE another
century.. A FORCE..
darkness sings..
song without
melody..
does
not
always
die easy..
there is a now
i cry for Vincent
Van Gogh.. some nows..
shoe not fitting.. too tight..
some nows..
show
loose..
but
moving
goes on..:)
Morning of death does never exist..
mourners of death.. life in eyes
of death as life..
therefore
death
does
not
exist..:)
Oh the stories of human.. dark and light..
truth is.. in countries like Mexico
where abortion is illegal..
there are as many
abortions as there
are in the U.S…
more women
are permanently
disabled and more
life suffers at
the hands
of ignorance
in medically
unsafe abortions..
abortion as sad
as that reality or
even worse
as infanticide
as most mammals
do has always been
a dark part of human
nature.. too..
and no human
can change that
as GOD rules
THAT.. Nature
ain’t easy
but IT IS
REAL
and So is
GOD as
Nature..
where no
human rules
GOD as Nature..
The best CURE
for abortions are
safe and effective
birth control and the
hands of potential
less blood letting is refused
by some churches supposedly
worshiping .. GOD.. GOD
does not give us
a brain
for
no
reason..
using it
saves human
suffering and misery..
Birth control is the
simple answer
for that
in pill
form
or other
safe and
effective
methods..
instead
of knife or worse..
Ignorance is a sword that kills…
i go to Catholic Church every Sunday..
and fight for intelligent alternatives
to fight ignorance and suffering..
effective change to reduce human
suffering comes
from
within with
GOD of nature..
and never against
GOD’s LAWS of Nature..:)
Oh joy.. when those we
love come through
again..
with cake
and tea..
such a loving
treat that is
always
NOW..
CAKE AND
LOVE IS TEA NOW
And this E is for Emily..:)
Oh roads.. oh roads of
asphalt.. road kill
suffering at
hands of
human
oh.. Karma
oh.. Karma
oh road rage
the squirrels
revenge..;)
Oh.. primitive cultures.. egalitarian
or matriarchal in substance..
where emotions rule
the human
heart..
instead of
iron fence
controlling
subjugating
patriarchy
repressing
and oppressing
male emotions..
and THAT
is changing
where men
can LOVE TOO..
so yeah.. change is
possible.. but it starts
in loving arms of
mom AND DAD..:)
Oh the Heaven of
God.. the Kingdom
thereoflives
within
hUman
asUniVerse
ofGODAS
itselfjust
waiting
to wake
up
and
LiveUSalways
NOWnotunlike
acatrollinGinTHE
LoveofSandNOW..:)
Yes.. viewing Moon as balance
with Sun.. equAlly imporTant..
is scale for me..:)
Limbo soul.. unmistakable
eyes of human..
Emily’s
face..
A best
poetic
expression..
for me..
sees
often..
humanity
repressing
more than
oppressing
NOW
in aisles of Emily
Super Wal-marts..
in eyes
of Purgatory
Stores..:)
Windows of souls no longer breaking
through to feel..
Windows of souls no longer breaking
through to feel..
Windows..
COLD
PANED
Windows…Windows of souls no longer breaking
through to feel..
Windows of souls no longer breaking
through to feel..
Windows..
COLD
PANED
Windows…
Fear the Father of Death…
Emotionsfloodfire
hiding
EXPRESSING
hurting..
or
feeling..
poetryasymptom
ofheARTsearchInGfeelings..
Andmostsadlyempathically
feelinGmeseemsEmily
never
reaches
DESTINATION
FEELING..
HEARTFELT
POETRY
Expresses..:)
All human words are lies as only idols
and metaphors for essence of Truth and Light..
Therefore we know nothing but we must guess
to live love and learn an approximation of Truth
and Light as we move on as Life NOW…
Yeah.. I feel that has nothing
to do with what you are
talking about..
but ‘everything
tales’
me to say that..
Smiles and
Happy NOW
Friend..:)
Textromancy is
my Love too..
It seems..;)
Hi Rum Blue.. et al.. i will say hello
here before i say hello
tHere..
smiles.. and
hmm.. i’m starting
to think perhaps
you reAlly
exist..
or should i..
hmm… after
all you are quite
the clever
one
two..
anyway.. you
are quite the
pretty one out of
two.. et al.. if
you are
real..
smiles..
and Clockshear
can be a poem
unto its ON..
and Shawna
is poetic
in hErsELF
as WeLL..
ha!.. what WiLL
rEally be hilarIous
is if you are a
serial
something
or anotHer
just waiting
for the
write
moment
to accomplish
a deMise..
yeah..
imag
i
naTion
stAtion..
and all
of thiS..
I LOVE YOUR
SELFIES.. NON-VERBAL
COMMUNICATION ROCKS
AND ROLLS
OVER WORDS..:)
Oh i love your selfies
Shawna, et al.. and i never
plan genIuS.. there is no
i in gen and uS..
i is I and U and
S as Shawna and US..
i am more like
genLust..
for LOVING
life..
and the
rest just
comes..:)
You know if i will
just change those dots
into dashes i can
be E.D. and no
not erectile dysfunction..
Emily Dickinson and hell
no i ain’t gonna publish
this Stuff either but
wait i just
DID DAM
TECHNOLOGY
there just ain’t
no privacy anymore
so i AM joining iNstead
of beating IT some more..;)
Oh.. hi X!.. and don’t
forget the
KEY..
of skeyes..:)
i love women
with curvy
fig
ur
e
s e y e s
are k
e
y
and
best!..:)
Surround yourself with what you Love.. for me it is people.. all people.. nice to see people in your profile photo.. eyes.. are the windows to the soul.. and the more they are open means more souls to see.. and most importantly FEEL.. thinking is highly overrated in ALL our cultures.. to connect is to FEEL the HUMAN CONDITION..:)
One of the saddest things to me friend.. is having friends on the Internet and never seeing their eyes.. i don’t have a problem with the headdresses as the most important pArt of human is exposed.. the soul… and i have to tell you the truth.. and that is a woman’s eyes are the most attractive part of that constituting the whole of a woman to me.. smiles..:)
Words can be loving and a reflection of eyes.. but eyes are the direct path to the soul.. and i’m sure ‘you’ have a lovely soul.. whether i ever see those two souls as one.. ever now friend…:)
And yeah.. i guess if have to.. i will purchase ‘you’
and your future husband a ticket to come over
here to see more of your two souls.. as a visit
across a dinner table.. i must do that one day.. smiles..:)
I think it is truly sad when religions or textbooks of science
take the magic of human imagination.. creativity and freedom
in mind and body balance in regulating emotions and senses away..
and truly that is what our cultures.. including religion..
do to many folks today.. and yes.. it is an ever pressing so-called First World problem too.. The answers are all simple and clear to me.. once i walk far enough down a beach.. to no longer see buildings or human footprints.. all the rest of the stuff is culturally influenced.. and culture exists to make order out of what folks think chaos of nature is.. ironically making life less meaningful than ever before for the majority of folks with
little to no time to even attempt to truly look within and find the answers for themselves.. the answers truly can be found within.. if we have the time and the ability to filter culture in all its complexity out of our minds.. i am blessed losing effective usage of my eyesight and hearing for five years.. so hard of a habit to break..
but not one I will ever get trapped in again.. as i control my life from within.. instead of external influences ruling over me like a Hurricane of human ‘crap’ to put it frankly.. anyway.. you are cool to ask the big questions.. the friends i do have i know are my friends.. as i keep no secrets to what i know and feel.. smiles.. and the world is a big enough place now.. for even the strangest of us.. to find folks who are not afraid to ask the big questions in life.. in full public purview.. as well..:)
Words inspired by
friends Rafiah, Himali,
Morgan, X, E.D., Shawna,
Prajakta, Victoria-etOREO al…
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BTW..
in case anyone
wonders who Oreo
is.. more info.. on THAT in
the ‘last link’.. but in short
OREO is the CAT who
saves my soul..
with
ET AL..
of Course..;)
Yes.. Oreo is
the Athletic
looking
broad
headed
slender
backed
Black and
White Tabby
Mix with
Pretty Green
eyes reminding
me with a clear
stare that my
existence
as is.. is his
gift to me so
i MUST give him
credit again..
two years
to date..:)
OREO THE
MEANING OF LIFE
THE DARK
BRINGS
THE LIGHT
AND
LIFE..:)
AND with that
said.. the last two
poetic expressions
of comments to
17 and 18..
COMING
NOW in
RESPONSE
TO LAST
TWO poems
on dVerse
that dO NOT
make ‘my’
publication
deadline of
early
on
8012015..
on Blue Moon
NIGHT’s morning
LIGHT until 2018
makes a return
of Blue
moon
AGAIN..:)
AND WHILE HE CAN
NOT BE CAPTURED FOR
A PHOTO BACK IN 2013
AS PROMISED THEN..
IN THAT LINKED
BLOG POST THEN..
OREO IS BACK
IN FULL
LIVING
COLOR..
YES.. YESTERDAY
MY WIFE SAYS
OREO IS AT
THE DOOR
AND HE
WANTS
A SELFIE
NOW!..FOR
DUE CREDIT!
AS A RESPONSIBLE
PaRTy FOR ALL THESE
BLOGS..YES..NOWMEOW!
Ah.. yes the inherent gift..
no technology required..
just a hand.. a step
a move..
an embrace
of human
connection..
DANCE
JUST
DANCE
and don’t
forget
TOGETHER!..;)
Oh.. Emily will flourish on free avenues
of human expression.. her voice
will be heard alive..
and finally
LIGHT
of feeling
of heart
will come
to eyes
i scream
i
am
Emily
i
am
ALIVE
IN EYES
OF EMILY!..:)
EMILY IS EVERYWhERE
NOW ENMASS
IN
GOOGLE
VOICES
FREE
IN
HUMAN
EYES
OF
SPIRIT
EXPRESSION!
HEART LIVES
SOUL LIVES
EMILY’S
LIFE
FINaLLY
A
LIVe..:)
And this
number
19
from
USEMILySenMASSenigmaSS!
Yup.. People who are starving of feeling take pain over numb as NOthing hurts worse than pain and pain disorders can take all emotions away where pain becomes heaven and hell the same as purgatory catch 22 style.. I’ve been to H and P and I will stay now always in the first H with no pain and FEELings F in FULLy expressed! ‘Cause yeah.. use the emotion muscle or LOSE it CAN Apply..:)
And truly ‘she’ living with Dementia.. is more fortunate than some.. a quarter of her age.. And the challenge of life without disability is life without being functionally disabled by organized deceit.. witting or not..
As culture.. Including religions.. When I lose my emotions nothing matters as death in life.. And alway now I exercise that muscle of Love moreover all else in so-called standard IQ points.. As fostering my culture..:)
Yes! that’s it! NOT Jennie NOT Jeni NOT Genie YES JIN.. and THAT IS going to be my next name before you enter it here.. and oh my GOD.. it is so much fun traveling in your amazing mind and
FEELINGS OF LIFE.. to get to the bottom of thIS page.. NOWwowBOW WOW won’t you please misses mr. please.. DOGOD! it will be so cool if everyone is like US but wait..! then WE WILL JUST be vanilla and not JIN OREOICECREAM!..
ANYWAY.. enjoy yOur travels..
i know i do.. up a path of life.. spiraling
deVilsLight..;)
Like Jin soup wITh Blue
Rum inside..
Heaven’s
gate is
JUST over
the
oThEr side..;)
And yes! oh
gay PerRi
is the
best..;)
*THere is NOT more than likely only one person
in the entire world who WILL understand
the full meaning of this one..
so i did not add
it to the big ONE
up tHere
but never
the less
and MORE
it is
pArt
of
THAT..;)
FULL diSclotheSure
it’s what’s for
dinner..
at
least
for me..;)
And honestly this
is the first
era
of human
recorded
history
before
the ‘PEN’
WitH
‘IS’
wHere
the consequences
for THAT is not
banning
or other ways
of removing
HUMANS
from
the
TRIBE..ouch!
AND THAT IS
PRECISELY WHY
POETRY IS DEVELOPED
TO HIDE THE MEANINGS
FROM PSYCHOPATHIC
LITERAL LEANING
MINDS WHO
WILL NEVER
GET IT.. EVEN
IF IT IS IN
A BIBLE
FOR
3500 YEARS….
THE PRICE OF
LIFE CAN
BE
CLEVER
TO GET
TO
THE MEANING
OF IT
2..FOR NOW
ALWAYS NOW
GODOG YES..
NOW!..;)
!weONLyLIVENoWoNEVILyNOew!
There it is! my
GRAND
ONE WORD
PALINDROMIC
DRAMAPOETIC
EXPRESSION
FOR THE
ENTIRE
OF THE
MEANING
OF LIFE!
24YAY42..
YEAH!
MAKES
!TWO!ONE!
WAY
OF
LIFeNOW!..;)
LIFeNOW!
HELL
YEAH
THAT’S
IT QUICK
ADD IT TO
THE DICTIONARY
BEFORE IT IS
TOO LATE
NOW
TO
LIVE
NOW!..;)
‘FORREST’ SAYS I WANT
SOME TEA SHIRTS
(tea party)
PRODUCED BY
THE MEGA
BILLIONS
WITH
JUST
ONE
WORD
LIFEnOW!
(yes..keep
improving
it..and
keep the
brevity..
keep the
brevity..
keep the
brevity..:)
and don’t
forget to
SMILE..:)
IT WILL BEAT
THOSE SMILEY
FACE T-SHIRTS
I PROMISE
IN THE LONG
RUN AT
LEAST
NOW!.;)
AND HELL
NO I WON’T
COPYRIGHT!
WHAT
YOU GIVE!
IS WHAT YOU
GET IN THIS
NEXT LIFETIME NOW!
AND IF YOU DON’T
BELIEVE ME JUST
WATCH FOR ALL
THE GIFTS
I CONTINUE
TO RECEIVE..!
NOW
AND
THEN..;)
BUT IT WILL
BE MEASURED
ALL IN LOVE
FOREVERMORE
NOW!..;)
SO LET IT
BE WRITTEN
IT WILL
BE DONE!..:)
BLOGS
ARE MAGICK..
GET ONE
BEFORE
IT’S
TOO
LATE
NOW!..;)
OR JUST START WRITING..
VISUALIZING YOUR
DREAMS IN
CONCRETE
WAYS..
YOU KNOW
SYMBOLS
FOR YOUR
DREAMS
YOU CAN
SEE!
AND YES!
WitH
BELIEF.. 100%!
BELIEF THE
SECRET IS
THEY WILL
COME TRUE..
BUT NOT
WITH 99.999999999%
ANYTHING LESS THAN
100% IS LUKE WARM
TO FROZEN..
HMM.. AND SPEAKING
OF FROZEN.. I WILL
END HErE.. WITh
ONE OF MY SAVIORS
OF SOUL LIKE OREO
YES.. MS. MADONNA!
WHO UNDERSTANDS
ALL OF THIS
tWo.. AND
YES SHE
DANCES
NAKED
TOO!..
AND FEELS
HOW TO DANCE
IN GRACE WITH
THE GREATEST FORCE
OF DANCE IN MIND
AND BODY
BALANCE
WITH DARK
DOGS AND
SKIES
THAT
NEVER
BITE!
AND ‘HERE’ IS THE NEW VERSION OF THAT
‘SONG’.. SAME MEANING.. JUST ADD
IN THE BLUE
WITH THE
BLACK
WITH
SOME
BLOOD
AND YA
GET
ROYAL
DEEP
PURPLE!
OMGMO! ShawNa! YoU
JUST inSpiRe my
NeXt blog post wITh
all yoUr knowlEdge
about Peri JIN..
‘WTFTW IS tHe
MEaNinG of tHIs’
JUST DOGOD!
Hell/HEAVEN
YES!
But Nike already
JUST
DO IT..
as GOD
IS
IT!..;)
DOGOD
Yes that will
be
THE
Meaning
and title
of the next
post thanks so
much for leading
me to the answer
dear SHAWNA, ET AL..:)
I only have two words for now
to say to you Shawna
I Love all of yous..;)
But trust me ‘WE’ will
be back with more..
as promised
NO
W..:)
Yeah.. and speaking
of dying.. we were
going to name
our first
and last
child Emily
if not
Ryan
so yeah
this is for
the daughter
i never have..
and i guess the
one i continue to
look for named EMILY..
with some tears..YNOT..:)
I always wanted some children
and now I just find folks to LOVE..
and sure Life is always great with LOVE..
no matter where in hell or heaven one
can find that for now for sure..LOVE..
JUSTLOVE.
Yes..! Shawna! THAT’S
QUOTABLE:
“Emily lives in the music. No body; just beat. You feel her when you dance, don’t you? With your eyes closed?”
Well if i turn on my little professor and consult the
standard literature.. technically speaking
Emily is industrious and always striving..
but on the other hand if i consult
the urban dictionary as linked below
Emily is:
“Emily is extremely kind, she just doesn’t aknowledge it.
Emily has a wonderful smile, she just doesn’t use it.
Emily has a brilliant mind, she just doesn’t show it off.
Emily has a stunning body, she just won’t say it.
Emily is suffering, she just won’t show it.
Emily is the most beautiful girl in the world, she just can’t see it.
Let her know that she can talk to you about anything, and always listen. She’ll trust you with anything and everything, so don’t let her down. And most importantly, tell her you love her every day, and never break her heart.”
Yes.. Emily is my wife..
and i suppose if have a daughter
she might be like that too.. smiles..
I’m like all that too..
but i know it and
feel it too..
and now
i use it
TO MY ADVANTAGE
ALL THE TIME NOW..
NO more timid
soul
for me..:)
but yeah..
i am Emily 2 before..:)
so i help my Emily wife
Katrina 1 knowing how
it feels to be
2..:)
And yes.. anyway.. screw all that technical and urban stuff…
back to what you are saying yes.. THE Emily can be
anyone we want her to be.. and i think the coolest
idea is.. yes.. you are correct.. she is that
thing without words in music
that becomes us when
we dance.. empowering
us to go to places in feeling
body and mind awareness
balance that is like
an ever expanding
Nautilus Shell
of human bliss..
i dance as
Emily everywhere
i go.. and hey why
not create a religion
of Emily and then
we can really
have Emily
masses
to worship
the underlying
power of force
of music that
sets our
souls
on fire
in
balancing
dance of
life.. so next
time someone asks
me what the hell i AM ON
when i’m dancing free in public
i’ll just tell ’em i got my Emily ON..
and i’m getting down AND UP with HER NOW..:)
Hmm.. what song.. hmm.. what song.. yes..
when i dance with Emily.. I can’t feel my face
but I LOVE IT..:)
It’s just so great
dancing with
Emily
all the WAY!..
and all that said
with your wonderful
insights Shawna..
i am off to
do the
WEEKEND
PUBLIC DANCE!
gotta keep those
crowds smiling
laughing..
and overall
pleased..
to
keep
on
keeping
ON! with
EMILY AND ME!..:)
YUP! i just nodded
off as my BUTT started
getting numb in this
dam computer chair
gotta get
UP NOW
AND DANCE!
SEE YA SHAWNA!..NA..NA!..:)
Like our girl Shakira says..!
HIPS!
don’t LIE..:)
And WIFE KATRINA says
i am the male
version of
SHE WOLF
when i
come home
around 3 A.M.
Friday Morning..
yeah.. remember that
She Wolf exploit thingy
i did on dVerse
on March 1st of
last year..2014
SO LET IT BE
WRITTEN SO LET
IT BE DONE
WORKS MY FRIEND
69 WEEKS LATER
OF DANCE
LIKE
THAT
PROVES
IT
BABY!..;)
I WILL DO ANYTHING
AND EVERYTHING
WITH EMILY
ON MY
SIDE
OF
DANCE!..:)
Shakira’s EMiLY CHALICE
IS OVERFLOWING
WITH
EMILY!
AND SHE
SPREADS IT
ALL OVER
THE
PLACE!
‘MOON’S AWAKE
NOW
EYES
WIDE
OPEN’..:)
AND THIS
MOON IS
WIDE
AWAKE
TOO
EVERY
BLUE
MOON
NOW!..;)
HEY BABY! WE CAN
BE THE GOLDEN
DUO
AND
I’LL
BE A
FIREWORK
OF DANCE
LOVE
LIKE A
FOURTH
OF JULY
TO KNOCK
THE SOX
OFF
MY
girl
DANCE
FRIENDS!..;)
OK.. i’m no longer
sleepy.. time
to hook
up
with
EMILY
MORE
MORE
MORE..!..:)
Hmm.. what T-shirt
to wear.. something
with wolves
and moon
i think..
i feel..:)
61,608
Inspiration from Shawna, et Al’s place..;)
And sorry ‘Shawna’.. if you visit this
post.. i am in such a rush
to go to Catholic Church
this morning.. that
i copy it here..
and forget
to post
it to
‘Shawna’s
place’ before
‘Shawna burns
the evidence’..
haha.. and
winks..;)
First of all..
a note on your current Avatar
about the sailor thingy.. there’s this
girl called J.. let’s just call her J..
as her mom might be reading
my STUFF.. this super hot
young woman..
who has a ‘freak’ of a body..
and BOOTIE.. that is Amazon cool..
only thing is.. she is not too big up top..
kinda like Nicki Minaj.. where the BOOTIE rules and all of that..
so she gets a job up top.. and eventually moves to New Orleans..
and back in the days of my numb emotions..
that’s about the most inspiring thing
i can remember from my friends then..
so i look her up on Twitter or
something like that with
all that eye pain
and everything..
and she’s talking about playing with her
Ta Ta’s and how she should’ve been a dude.. yes..
sHe’s A best looking thing ever.. but there’s this male
thing living inside of her.. obviously.. as shE is all about girl POWER TOO..
But anyway.. as always moving through your thoughts and feelings expressed
in visual and music arts.. to get to the bottom of this..
HELL YES.. INFINITE JESTER(S)
IS A BEST EXPRESSION FOR God..
AND yes.. hell YES..
the best revenge
is to survive
yourself..as
no one in
the world
will imagine
i can come BACK..
what i come back from stronger
than ever at age 53.. not unlike Hellboy 2..
in that comic who does not fully mature until age 53..
So yeah.. getting to the point.. as often takes a little while too..
for me at the bottom of my pages.. AND ALL OF THAT..
last night I am dancing to that FROZEN SONG
IN THE COOL WIDE MIDDLE AISLE
of Super Wal-mart..
and a group of young
males come up
to me to ask me
for a selfie autograph with them..
they have accents of course.. as no one
recognizes a ‘prophet’ in their own village
and all of that.. so they are of very few who actually
wanna join in on the dance.. in RED STATE TOWN..
so there’s about 5 of ’em with me that makes SIX
for a Super Wal-mart Ballet troupe..
I don’t know a dam thing
about ballet.. i just do
it free style..
so i’m not sure if
troupe is appropriate..
just sounds cool.. but anyway.. after
we finish dancing..
after frigging 3900 miles
of doing this STUFF.. for me.. MY WIFE SAYS..
since those young men are thin.. it looks ‘normal’
for them to do that Ballet
kinda stuff.. but with you
at 230LBS.. it’s just
never gonna
look ‘RIGHT’ AND
IF Arnold.. the governor
does it.. it will look just
as frigging weird.. and she says that dude looks weird anyway…
And then i try to tale my wife.. it’s not about what is appropriate..
it is about what feels like heaven.. heaven is the difference NOW my dear..
not appearances.. and on top of that when Arnold dances ballet it’s
supposed to be funny as it breaks social norms..
limitations.. and expectations..
and that is my
gift from GOD..
being able to do something to
show folks that Arnold looking
55 year old dudes can completely frigging
break the mold.. hell yeah.. they can even dance
naked on the Internet like Egyptian GOD MIN
FULLY EXPOSED.. we jesters have a long history
of doing stuff like THAT.. inspired by
the ‘Lead Jester OF ALL’.. remember
what I say some time long ago..
GOD IS A LAUGH.. WELL
THAT IS NO JOKE
AND AT THE
SAME TIME
IT IS THE GREAtest
JOKE of all.. and yes..
there are some DARK Jesters
wearing BLACK among us too..
but we LIGHT JESTERS in hmm..
mostly.. ALL WHITE.. CLOTHING.. WILL
SURVIVE INFINITY WISE..:)
THE FOOL’S NUMBER IS ZERO AND AS YOU
KnOW ZERO HAS NO BOUNDARIES..
NO LIMITS.. AND
NO EXPECTATIONS..
ZERO
IS ALWAYS
FREE..
AND WITH that said.. here’s a little ‘COLD PLAY’.. for ya friend.. illustrating THAT.. AND I WILL MAYBE PLAY the song I will SURVIVE by Donna Summer or I feel LOVE or something like that at my place.. as I know you already FEEL how those songs go..:)
True LOVE wHere’s clothes of
THE INFINITE JESTER
AND GESTURE..
NumbeRING
GOD
AS inFINiTy
SPElLED
ZERO..:)
And i know you will not mind
a dam zero if i steal this
blog title for just
this as
frigging
Infinite Jester(S)
is perfectopracticomundo!
JUST FOR ALL OF THIS
TOO.. and are we in
a dream or reality..
Yes.. BOTH
are
NOW..:)
Hmm.. not enough time
to publish this before
Catholic Church..
and i’m not
sure how i’m
gonna work
all the farm
pictures in
with this theme..
later.. but Jester(S)
will JUST FLOW
with the BiG
Infinite JESTER..
WHAT
COMES MAY
AND ALWAYS
WORKS
WILL
GOD
MAGIC
AND SO
ARE
WE..:)
AND yeah.. do
some revision
with a BIG
S AT
THE END
OF ALL
OF tHis..:)
AND H is
my favorite
alpha numerical
*8* for Infinity
standing tall
wHere 11.. the
number of
human
potential
surpassing
10 joins
hands
as 11
like right
and left
hemispheres
of brain
and EVENT
Ually
as Earth
in SYNER
gestic
effect
and affect
ASoNe
global
tribe
of communication
fostered by IT..
yes.. both GOD
and TECHNOLOGY
asOnE
to
beComE
H as oNe
wITh INFiNItY
8 AKA GOD
A1K11A1
1111..:)
OH.. IT’S SO
DAM SUPER K00L
WHEN tHE
CLOCK
STRIKES
DIGiTAL
11:11
FOR GOOD
REASON TOO..;)
AS K is 11
with two zeros
striking L
for
12
MID
NIGHT
TO
DAY
NOON
WhEre
day is
NIGHT
AND
niGHt
IS
DAY
tomorrow
yesterday
always
NOW
WitH
2 ZEROS
BETWEEN..
FOR no LIMITATIONS
or EXPECTATIONS
@111
AKA
AK
WITHOUT
THE LAST
A THAT GOES
WITH THE
FIRST
A AKA 1..:)
Seriously.. I need
a math teacher
for a friend
to get
this
stuff
too..
X.. marks
the spot
for that too…
and WiLL DO some
epic free verse poetry
on X.. perhaps soon
too.. AS GOD AKA
UNI-VERSE exists
in every number
and every letter
wHole as
FRACTAL
OF ALL
2B..
AND
NOT
2B..
AS
ZERO
ALLONE
ALONE1!
AND
YES
OF
COURSE
UNDER
8 INfiniTy
STANDIng
TALL WitH
LOVE AS
HIGHEST
HUWOmAN
POWER
UNDER
WiLL
OVER
HATE!..:)
62,671
Capturing Light IN trees.. IS heArt..
Dove.. Sun.. yes.. TREE AS fuLL..
as i imagination and creativity..
human being be’s eyes
Nature True.. tHere
NO limits.. human
imagination and
creativity..
clearly
SPELLS
human
Magic..
as real..
as real
can be NOW..:)
YES.. BLACK PEARL..
et al.. that’s
quotable too..;)
Quote:
“LOL. Your title
is code for “real f-ing sex.”
Yeah.. you ThINK YOUR PAIN IS bad..
and.. YES.. i seriously FEEL for YOU Black Pearl, ET AL..
as i have this FEELING YOU MIGHT BE literAlly
giving me ‘the real’ on THAT migraine..
but never the less.. OMG..! not only do ‘i’
have to save this world by turning everyone back
into Bootie Dancing Bonobos.. playing the role
of Angel and Devil same.. IN JUST ONE LIFE! yes..!
MOTIVatE these silly.. repressed.. oppressed..
naturAlly sexy.. human being beasts..
back to BONOBO HUMAN AGAIN!.
AFTER THIS GOD GIVEN mission is over.. BAP BOOM..! I GET DROPPED IN ANOTHER World.. have to learn everything about IT.. and save IT too!.. before the WHOLE DAM CYCLE STARTS AGAIN.. BUT OMG! IT IS SO THRILLING TO BE ME.. IN ALL THE DARK AND LIGHT AND PAIN.. PLEASURE.. THAT CAN BE.. LIVING ALIVE! IS WORTH THE PRICE OF DYING SOMENOW OR THEN..:)
And yeah.. that’s the price of being my friend..
LEARNING MORE AND MORE secret
stuff
about me..
that ain’t so
secret
any more..
as all anyone
ever has to do
is ask.. as i
ain’t got no
secrets to
hide @ALL..;)
And OMG! that Black Pearl
thingy gETs my heArt beating
fast just like my old
friend WHITE
PEARL DOES..
YES.. obviously
you just don’t
go and
read folks
stuff and
just say
this poem
is nice.. to
get more likes
on your blog
count..
you are
FinREAL
007 and
6 too..
with or
WITHOUT
THAT SEX THINGY..:)..
AND US REAL ET’S..
WE DON’T GIVE
A CRAP ABOUT
THE BILL
DEF
OF THE WILD
THINGY.. OUR KIND
OF LOVE IS ALL GIVING..
JUST GIVING.. RECEIVING
IS SO OLD NEW SCHOOL.. ANYWAY…:)
‘WE’ find the women of earth HIGHLY
ALLURING BUT IF WE MATE WITH
THEM WE GET IN
REAL FLESH
AND BLOOD
TROUBLE..
SO WE WATCH
WE WATCH..
JUST WATCH…
YEAH.. IT’S BEEN ALMOST TWO YEARS
AND HONESTLY I DO NOT MISS ‘THAT’ AT ALL
AND HONESTLY MY WIFE NEVER
MISSES IT TO BEGIN WITH..
YES.. THE ETERNAL
NEVER AGING
PURE VIRGIN SHE
IS WITH OR WITHOUT
SEX.. AND THAT
IS THE ORIGINAL
BIBLE
DEF OF
THAT
ANYWAY..
LIKE I SAY..
NO
SECRETS
BABY.. i
AM AN
OPEN
BOOK(S)
OF WORDS
HEHE!.. my wife
on the other hand
might not be so
happy about me
airing our STUFF
IN PUBLIC
BUT
AS
always she
tolerates
my greater
purpose..
as that is
her purpose
too.. and mission
in life of course..
the wind behind
the ALL THIS STUFF..:)
or that song..
yeah.. THIS SONG..;)
And seriously.. even if I am successful in helping to
assist human beings in returning to their natural
ALL Loving Bonobo Nature of Sharing
and Just giving..
and Loving
each other
to Survive..
i will credit
my wife, ET AL..
NEVER me.. and
if i am lucky she
will be my wife
in the next
world
we
HELP
SAVE..:”)
AND YES.. MY NEW AND OLD
FRIEND(S) ‘BLACK AND WHITE
PEARLS’.. you guys/gals/et al..
are a breeze
from
heaven too…;”)
And in the next world
i hope to meet
yoUr heArts..
spiRits
and soUls
AGAIN
AND
AGAIN..
ETC..ETC..
ASFRIENDS..:)
Yeah.. OMG!
the BILL CLINTON
DEF OF SEX
IS JUST
SO
MESSY..
like you
say a pill
to get
pregnant
and all
of THAT..
AND O GOD..
I AM SO GLAD
TO BE A MALE..
NO WATERMELONS
COMING OUT
OF MY
PRIVATE
PARTS
OR ALL
THAT OTHER
CRAMPING
STUFF..;)
Like I say
ET before
and now
again ET..:)
Quote:
“That’s the brilliance of writing the way you do.
You look like a nut-job because most people aren’t really paying attention.
So here you are, airing your secrets like crazy, and I’m the only one who gets it. LOL :)”
Well.. BLACK PEARL.. you know and FEEL.. i come to dVerse.. online.. or shall i say i am led tHere.. yes i will.. like everything else in my life.. as i escape culture and religion and truly tune into the lessons of GOD and signs that are OH MY GOD everywHere onE looks and sees in life.. inside.. outside.. above so below.. and ALL AROUND LIKE THAT…
i am in this other dimension of life.. on a short three month break from college in 1981.. at age 21.. the bliss is tHere thee same bliss now.. with unlimited energy to do however and WHATEVER i am led by spirit within.. TO JUST DO IT..:)
The thing is.. back at age 21.. MOST everyone considers it insane.. and while i dO NOT then.. the fear is always somewhere hidden in me.. that hey! maybe the other folks are correct and one day perhaps i will be insane.. but anyway.. after not sleeping for three days then.. and my mother getting me all checked out in that ‘other place’ for three days.. THEN..
The doctors consider me truly an enigma.. top notch.. top of the class student.. working to get through college.. and there is no label or category of mental illness they can put me IN.. SO they let me go..
YEAH… THANK GOD! LABELS FOR ME ARE NON-EXISTENT THEN.. PARTICULARLY THAT ASPERGER’S ONE I GET LABELED WITH IN MIDDLE AGE.. as there ain’t nothing disabling for what
I AM NOW.. other than illusions of deceit in culture and religion AND SO.. IN STUFF LIKE THAT.. NOW.. WELL TG.. out of grasp now OF THAT.. to take me down.. AGAIN..:)
Well.. my GOD.. it’s simple.. it’s a vision quest that MANY open minded wild eyed humans go through.. when escaping the lies of religion and culture.. to find eyes and ears of GOD within..
AND i listen and SEE.. that voice carefully in my heArt and soUl expressed as spiRit.. that has no words then.. an amazing experience that absolutely no one i know AND FEEL.. in my small Fundie town can relate to.. then..
But my Grandfather’s genius in the Catholic Church will not be wasted on robes of Gold.. instead he impregnates a 17 year old Cajun girl.. out OF his local run parish.. in Taylor County Florida.. first married a year.. before consummating THAT..THEN BEFORE THAT.. HE GETS excommunicated.. of course.. from THAT CATHOLIC CHURCH..
AND my father one of two offspringING identical twins..
looking a little bit like cool ice vampires..
in senior class photos.. is truly an amazing cool and handsome
LAW-ENFORCEMENT dude.. WHO always has women working for him LIKE JAMES BOND.. as the secretaries at work often ‘drool’.. TO write all his reports for him.. of all TYPES then..
AND never truly has to SEE SOME OF the darkness of life.. being handsome from day one to day last.. at 81.. other than the law-enforcment stuff.. that truly takes him into A darkest place OF ALL THAT he cannot even recognize numb without emotional expression of spirit.. almost.. at all… WITH his children.. at least…
And yeah.. he spends his entire life focusing on accumulating material goods.. and does so.. so.. on that.. in big world terms.. and yeah.. i appreciate THAT AS HIS EFFORTS now in inheritance as such..
WILL SURELY FUND.. my free style of BARD
epic free verse STUFF.. AS i ALWAYS pay
LASER FOCUS in class…
including every Monday..
at poetry class OVER AT dVERSE ONLINE..
And truly Bard and Epic Poetry Class is my favorite TWO.. but NOT surprisingly IN A TWITTER WORLD.. MOST everyone else seems to forget the importance of THAT ART STILL NOW IN MODERN TIMES.. that perhaps i and you may at some point be the only new age folks still with the fortitude.. and patience to GO out out on a limb.. LIKE THAT.. with no one listening to one THAT DAY..
As all my posts are designed not as a passing fancy.. but for ages.. to come.. with someone randomly stumbling across something of ‘MIND’ and FEELING of MINE expressing it all as i do in post to post..
IN A GOOGLE SEARCH SPELLing IN/CORRECTLY THIS OR THAT.. THAT MAY SPARK SOMETHING.. ANYTHING.. IN COLD DEAD HEART.. AS EVERY ‘MISTAKE’ I MAKE IS A CALCULATED MOVE IN ART.. REASON.. IMAGINATION.. AND CREATIVITY.. WITH ONE ‘WHO’ LIVES WITHIN WHO NEVER FAILS.. AT THAT MISSION AS IS.. NOW.. AS GUIDING LIGHT WITHIN..:)
Anyway.. i am having the time of my life.. NOW.. understanding clearly what the FUTURE WILL BRING.. with or without my existence as flesh and blood on this earthly terrain…
It’s nice to have someone to understand THAT.. but in the beginning i am offered no assurance that anyone but me will see the fruition of the whole OF ALL OF THIS..
AND AGAIN.. i am just dust in the wind.. but a powerful spirit energizes the spirit of THAT DUST FORCE LIVING WITHIN ME.. NAMELY GOD.. AS A THREE LETTER WORD.. OF A FORCE THAT IS BEYOND INFINITY AS KNOWNOW.. MY FRIEND..
AND AT A LEVEL OF IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY AS ENTIRE FORCE THAT NO HUMAN OR HUMANS WILL EVER FULLY UNDERSTAND iNfiNitY FOREVERMORENOW.. AS that IS WHO HOW THAT
WHOLE thing WORKS..
Life is for creativity..
it’s as simple
as that..
And truly it is a NEVER ENDING story
of now.. THAT IS HEAVEN OF
NOW FOR THOSE
WHO WAKE UP
FEEL AND KNOW
NOW THAT NOW
IS ALL tHere
ever
ISISASAS
NOW.. NOW..:)
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Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan.. Windy.. Sticky
Partners in Cooling and Coming Death
Friends.. Neighborhood Block PArties
escaping inside walls of heat
back to front porches with
neighborhood sharing
of food alike.. wHere
people rule over
cold heaRted
electronic
devices
without
eyes
or flesh
A Prayer
A Harbinger
Cooling
A bringer of Flooding
Death.. BUT a GREAT Force of
Nature with always more to say
than cold heArted devices
with little spiRit expressing
Humanity’s SoUl
BREEZE
EYES of IVAN’s TRUTH
And as a LONGER 33 note.. Ivan is much MORE than
THAT to me.. Ivan brings major
change in life that will
eventually bring
walls down in life..
destroying a
work building
consolidating
a department
of humans in few
too rooms..a Navy
Headquarters Building with
a Wicked Witch of North.. East..
South.. and West Winds.. where
she dictates stress that becomes
chronic for most.. and eventually
almost death for me.. but
THAT Kiss of Darkness..
by Witch
and Ivan
alike.. truly a
DARK gift that brings
Forever Now Heaven to me
Oh.. friends of
dark.. both
Leaders
AND Flooding
Winds.. No
one enters
A GreaTEST LIGHT
without Darkness too..
for me both Witch and Ivan Same..
Saviors in Dark clothes.. a witches brew and breeze…
Sitting in the OFFICE Storm of A Female Witch Captain..
with a Bigger Katrina brewing out at sea..
Ivan challenge past.. the potential
future beyond imagination of
destruction.. as winds move
past 190 miles an
hour.. IN EYE
ENgulfing
gulf..
to MASSIVE
proportions..
electricity
of human
hair standing
on end everywhere one
goes as if the end
of the world
is really
coming
this time
for sure..
boardING up
windows in
sultry ending
August DOG..
days of 2005..
wondering if this
house will stand as
the measure of Ivan
tears the roof to shreds
of shingles spread out
in neighbor’s grasses..
a veer to the left and
New Orleans and
Biloxi face a
new measure
of the force
of nature
in flooding
death and
destruction
where Mississippi
Harrison county
county beaches
dunes.. businesses
and homes.. are wiped
off the
map with
Biloxi casino’s
swept away in winds
of Nature.. with the
human gamble of tempting
Nature’s Winds of evening
Earth’s heat.. close to
coast.. tHere is NO
restraint of a
Mother’s scorn..
to settle a
score of
heat
of
earth..
and Katrina
is A baddest
Mother
of HER
ALL..:)
And yes.. in the third week
of August.. 1969.. 9 years
old.. i go to bed..
with a direct hit
predicted from
Camille.. A
biggest
baddest
Mother
of before..
She takes
a left turn..
and if not who knows
what will be of my life
now.. or my family living
on River Front life of low lying River waters…
Until Hurricane Ivan comes.. Hurricanes excite
me.. i wanna see the biggest baddest one
of all.. so yes.. i’ve seen
them ALL ENOUGH.. SO IN
2008.. I TELL
THEM TO
GO TO HELL
AND NEVER
COME BACK
HERE AGAIN..
And no..
they have NOT..
come back again..
HERE.. be careful
what one wishes for or NOT..
as bigger wishes of dark
make greaTEST NIGHTMARES
COME TRUE.. FOR OTHERS TOO…
AND KARMA IS A REAL B88cH..
WHEN NOT PROPERLY
EXERCISED AND
PRACTICED ALL
NOWS ALWAYS
NOW…
Ah.. in greaTEST Summer
Heat.. often flowers most
Beautiful colors of ALL..
Challenge..
Nature’s Truth..
And Bountiful
Harvest in
Greater
Colors of LIFE..:)
Ah.. Dog Day rooms with AC
prison.. electronic
devices.. often
trap us..
without
Porches of Breeze
and Connections
of Flesh and Blood..
in EyES of human Life…
Twilight Zone comes
Truth Inside of
dark heArt
dog
days..);
Yes.. what greater prayer of Art
can tHere be than to
create and reproduce
LIfe as NOW for
ART in all
expressions
of Nature
comes
in and goes
out wITh..
wHere Prayers
of Connections
Rule in A
Cricket
Song
of Life..:)
Yes.. Summer vegetables and fruit.. and all other
stuff of food.. offerings ALL year-round..
perhaps.. if the instant
gratification of
all year fruit
and vegetables
is not so easy..
People might
look forward
to enjoying
what
can
now be
taken for Granted as..
Instant Gratification..
as well as enduring
some HEAT to
get BACK to
KOOLER FEELINGS..:)
Ah.. to feel the sweat of Summer on fruits of Tropics..
oh.. to know the feel of play in child’s feet of
wonder now.. in sunshine hands of joy..
Where dog days forget..
and children’s
eyes stay.. Now..:)
A play of sweat on a play of words..
A soaking heart of spirit
Expressing rolling
Drops
of Dreams
in Soulight
Summerbrights…:)
Ending Dog Days of August..
A Hurricane Ivan for us then..
A Beloved Tall and Stately
Oak.. felled by Winds Gone
BY THAT never seem to end..
Dinosaur Skeleton Bones
Left as Rest of Oakless..
Finish off to Stump
by Oak cutter crew..
AND now all types
of plants and species
Flowers.. as Well as Oak
Thriving at Stump of Ivan’s
terrorRing Winds of Change
BrINGING New Life to Forest
Root JUST waiting to BE TREE
Thriving AlLIVing aGain.. NOW..:)
Well.. in Florida.. Dog days
begin in May and end in November..
for a full 6 month stay in Dog Day way..
and at the beginning of that May
dog day stay.. IS Orlando..
a convention of Beta
Club students.. Nerds..
sheltered life..
false sense
of courage..
running down
highway
streets
busier
city than
mine.. Fred
meets car.. side
impact through
red light.. and
from then on
throughYEAR
Senior.. i am
referred to
as CAR BANGER
as i go over the top
of hood.. bounce
back ..make
some dents
and come
up smelling
like roses
bruise free..
i am a cat
and i still
have 8 lives
left.. and on top
of that I Loved this
horrific story of ending
not nearly THAT BRIGHT..
PARTICULARLY THE SHAPES
YOUR POETRY..
DOES BRING..
GLENN..:)
Oh.. to feel humans as
furry Dog DAY
friends.. oh to
be a Social
Animal aGain..
withOut
Fear
of Love..
A Pets Death
is most allWays
a remindEr
of WHO
WE reAlly
are as human
Beings finAlly
Equal in LOVE..:)
Oh postcards of Life gone by..
Oh life of postcards
Come Life Again..:)
Rains of Dreams..
Rains of heArt..
Reins of Humidity tracing
Windowing Imagination’s
Creativity.. Emotions Spiriting
Dark and Light..
Shades
and Colors
of in between Souls
IS what Reigns most
IN Summer Paned
Memories
of Lost
and
Found..:)
Ooh.. wet sweaty summer feet..
Sandy goo between toes no treat..
Butt wait a feat of dance will start
To beat.. when toes of fairies do
Fly it varies in feathered bird beak..:)
Moths sing wings of Summer dreams..
Wings of Moth flutter nervously
Without fright.. Dreams of Summer
Never wait in realiTy of Wings
IN Moth’s Song and Dance
IN Air of fLight..:)
Windows open.. River frogs rhythm bellowing
songs of Dog Day’s humid grassy muck..
Turn the pillow over.. and over.. and over..
in hope of Kool relief.. AC finAlly
comes.. windows close.. frog
sound forgotten.. until
i miss them.. and
finAlly understand
what i lose
in bellowing
croaks
of Loving
LIFE NOW
in all the hot
and cool that
comes in for NOW..:)
Ah.. to feel the heat of passion
life.. is to taste the breath
of heArts who
still breathe..:)
Ah yes.. a midsummer’s beach reflecting
water.. white sand.. no forgiveness for
whiter human skin.. so i go later
in afternoon Summer.. to
escape the Sun’s Rays
of beach killing
Summer..:)
Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. the hotter the more humid
the better i like it.. a challenge of living
is better outside.. inside.. above..
so below.. and all
around.. FREE..:)
Hi Mary.. and i am so glad that Hurricanes.. have decided to stop coming since 2008.. in this neck of the gulf breeze coast.. and i hope it stays that way.. for the rest of my life.. and more.. but in Nature’s GOD’s eYes.. Hurricanes are a necessity to re-distribute the heat of the earth.. to allow more species the opportunity to survive.. as humans are only a speck of that totality.. where Nature rules over human’s wishes to live places still evolving as barrier Islands for good reason and purpose over human desires.. to collect.. own.. and dominate.. THAT Force of Nature.. that will have HER WAY NOW and after all human words and other expression of communication are DONE AND OVER WITH.. with smiles of course.. as that’s JUST A way it goes..:)
Oh so true.. Katzensakura.. the fierce parts of the Hurricane often come up the gulf coast.. and perhaps the saddest paRt of all the core meaning of what i write here.. is THAT is the first and last SUMMER DOG DAYS.. block party in my neighborhood.. and the first and last time that truly everyone comes together to get to know and FEEL EACH OTHER on a first name basis.. to find out who they are at heArt spiRit expressing Human soUL AS IS NOW..
Yeah.. in some neighborhoods..
folks live in prisons of their own makings..
and i dance life to overFEEL THAT PRISON OF LIFE..:)
Ah.. yes.. Himali.. a life of rich diversity and color is a life well lived..
and the more friends one connects to the more they can be busy as well..
And yes.. that is a price of a life well lived
and exercised in
PRACTICE..
busy.. busy..
focused..
busy.. busy
BES AND
BIRDS..
JUST Life’S
IT aLLWays
NOW with
heArt and
spiRit expressing
SoUl as WELL OF course
in Hurricane Winds
of Human LOVE..
WrITE ON
COURSE
WITH
INTENDED
WiNDS
OF WORDS
more FULLY
EMPLOYED
AS LIFE’S LIGHTHOUSE AlIVE..
IN FLESH AND BLOOD CONNECTING
Force ONE HuWOman with REST of Nature AKA
GOD.. as human budding FLOWERS SPREADING LOVE LIGHT NOW…:)
Hi.. my friend Glenn… as you know Hurricanes tend to grow from small droplets of heat fueled moisture.. to giant arms of winds.. with an eye in center that is totally calm.. as above.. so below.. inside and outside.. all around.. Hurricanes have the meaning of life too.. to grow in potential to rest when necessary.. and to be calm inside all the time now..
And in my arms and hands.. Hurricane of Words.. haha!.. that yes tends to grow over time.. with focus and passion of winds.. as well as calm at the center that is the TRUE UNCONDITIONAL PASSIONATE TOUGH LOVE GENERATOR to make all of the rest a storm of what comes as life.. in balance ..of course.. over nows of REAL..
BUT like every hurricane with an open mind.. it does its best to continue its path.. with one NOW.. expiration coming.. and a renewal of path at another place some other now of reality winds.. in path of living Life.. with Winds in Love of NOW..:)
And oh no.. i will rather live in Hurricane Alley than Tornado Alley.. any time of now.. as one has an option to evacuate if one truly does not want to risk life.. with a choice of Hurricane.. that Tornadoes often do not give.. in sporadic fits.. of evening out the atmosphere of Nature in balance as well… yes.. i will continue to ‘Date Hurricanes’.. and stay away from UNPREDICTABLE TORNADO ALLEYS..;)
Thanks Victoria.. and so true on the elements of Nature we are at the mercy of.. and as mentioned with Glenn tornadoes here are much more concerning to me.. as in 1962.. my family relates survival in a bathroom left from a rest of a house swept away by the Great Tornado of Florida.. that strikes our town and kills 17 people then.. yes a once in a century event.. but something to be concerned with never the less…
Truly though.. it is the cultural elements
that concern me much more than any of
Nature’s elements AS IT IS OFTEN elements of
INSTANT GRATIFICATION
that we see
as pleasurable
like vegetating in front of TV screens and screens in general.. our easy access to sugar and fats.. and a quick fix pill for almost every itch or pain associated discomfort.. rather than the challenges our ancestors easily meet.. in accommodating environmental necessity
OF
OBSTACLES
for adaptation and change…
Truly i love the dog days.. and the coldest days in Florida.. as it always means shorts to me.. from 18F degrees in the Winter to 120F Heat Index scales in the Summer.. i will always mix in Nature.. if FOR nothing else THAN just to
ESCAPE a SCREAM..
YES..
that famous painting for THAT screen addiction.. just by itself THAT YES.. can eventually bring to a human being… in work and play addiction to the.. tools of human.. in screens.. to get the job of work or play done.. AWAY from what we are still evolving to JUST DO to MOVE.. AND CONNECT in flesh and blood ways with other human beings.. AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD…
Yeah.. the Zombie Apocalypse.. is a real metaphor of terror as science research shows that empirically measurable levels of empathy among college age adults have decreased 30 percent in the last several decades.. obesity greater reigns among adults and childhood ranks.. with studies suggesting that a third of school age children are pre-type two diabetic.. with half the nation of adults on some of kind of prescription or over the counter pain medication with a national epidemic of people hooked on stronger prescription pain drugs..
As well as adults and children with skyrocketing
rates of psychotropic drugs prescriptions
mostly addressing chronic
human social stress related
somatic pain..
and emotional numbness in general..
OFTEN with A simple root cause of all of that.. of no longer flesh and blood socially connecting or moving continuously in a day that our hundreds of thousands of years FORAGER ancestors do as a natural component of surviving and thriving in CHALLENGES AND
SUCCESSFUL ENVIRONMENTAL ADAPTATIONS TO
intermittent reinforcement of the rewards of daily survival..
With no sugar pressing screen addictions of monkey ‘cocaine’ levers to replace the stuff that makes us human as dancers and poetic singers of life.. in connection with others and the rest of Nature.. where Apollo is the standard instead of the myth for human accomplishment in life.. with all the other myths that relate
that
Truth AND LIGHT..
Yeah.. i bring a Hurricane
WARNING..
but it is one of a Hurricane of words
moreover for THIS OVERALL
nastiness of culture..
and NOT
what Mother Nature brings
for natural earthly balance..
as a Planet Alive and Thriving
NOW
WITH US TOO..
AS AN ELEMENT OF THAT..
IN BALANCE..
But yes… there is already a movie that expresses that well..
as the iKUNG instead of iPhone humans
see the planes going over head expressing
THE ‘GODS MUST BE CRAZY’.. YES..
THE HUMAN GODS THAT RUN
CULTURE ARE INSANE..
AND THE REAL SANITY IS IN HUMAN NATURE..
NAKED DANCING WITH OTHERS HAND IN HAND.. AROUND MIDNIGHT CAMPFIRE OF DRUMS AND MOONLIT NIGHT.. NO MATTER HOW HOT OR COLD IT GETS.. OR DRY OR HUMID.. HUMANS GENERATING THEIR OWN EMOTIONAL AND SENSORY HEAT AND KOOL OF CONNECTION IN THE TRUTH OF LIGHT IN NIGHT OF HUMAN EYES RADIATING LOVE BACK TO THE STARS AS GENERATORS INSTEAD OF JUST ABSORBERS OF THE ENERGY OF OTHER CREATORS OF LIFE..
AND yeah.. my old Cat Arthur who can still jump to the counter for a treat at age 20.. BEFORE he passes away last Summer.. is a perfect metaphor for that as this cat who continues to forage for life outside and comes in for a break here and then.. for predictable subsistence too.. lives a life of sensual and emotional awareness of Nature.. and agility to move easily in life.. that our 9 year old cat who is only an inside only CAT without CLAWS knows and feels now as naps and pets.. with barely the ability to jump up on the bed.. he uses.. the night stand.. as an enabler now over
functional cat disability..
as a result of living in and WITH
the hidden dangers of instantly gratifying human culture..
Yellow Boy.. stay inside too.. with Feline Leukemia..
but as 2 year veteran as feral cat with claws.. this cat is
still alive with the Call of the Wild.. and can Feel..
Sense.. and Live THAT CALL..
even locked in a prison of home..
I am a feral hybrid of so-called civilized
and domesticated human now.. and my message is simply
THE CALL OF THE WILD..
AS TRUTH
AND LIGHT..
IN THE REAL OF
HUMAN STILL
EVOLVING
TO BE
COURAGEOUS
AND KIND IN BEING LOVE..INNATELY..
INSTINCTUALLY AND INTUITIVELY AS SUCH..
THE GREATEST GIFT OF LIFE MOVING
WITH BRAVE AND PASSIONATE..
LOVE..:)
JUST CALL ME
YELLOWBOY2..
AS
I LISTEN
WELL TO GOD’S
CALL OF THE
WILD
STILL..
ASWELLFREDNOW..:)
Ah.. the human condition Gabriella on that is simple and true when sets of eyes in smaller villages range in the hundreds of homogenous eyes instead of millions of heterogenous differences.. humans continue to evolve for sharing and cooperation for survival as a social animal cooperative group of sharing caring eyes.. however.. culture is the virus that brings and end to the human heart.. expressing spirit as that emotional heart.. in a mind and body balancing act of being
THAT IS FULLER HUMAN…
Population explosions in Japan.. and technological support to live over humans needing each other to survive.. produces clean up crews now to clean up the remains of elders having no social connection in a city stacked high in skyscrapers like Tokyo with Lemming Humans stuffed in cans back to back.. never connecting in eyes of flesh and blood.. where dogs are becoming children.. and robotic dogs are replacing flesh and blood barks.. of Love.. and young people are no longer
even interesting in connecting to physically produce the next generation at all…
All a symptom of a sick species of Animal.. named human..
When humans retreat into shells as social animals..
It is a sure sign.. of misery and suffering
and a harbinger for more
of
THAT to come beyond
sadness.. if we
do not come
up with
some kind of
solution for change..
i for one practice the
change i want to see by
connecting to the flesh and
blood world tribe wherever I
go in dance.. but that takes
courage and determination
to do that in Zombie
sidewalks
of cold
moving
eyes
of Robot
Feet..:)
Ah thanks so much.. my friend of
LimeRicks.. a shape… a word
a line or two.. perhaps three of me
or four or more.. can flow togetHeR
as one i suppose.. letting go.. we..:)
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Welcome Back! from your vacation from writing.. Dear Bjorn.. and yes.. Andrew is one whopper of a Hurricane.. vividly still in my memory from 1992.. and AT that time no big Hurricanes yet for me to experience at home.. and believe it or not hoping it will come where i live then.. to some smaller degree.. for the excitement of that experience as well..
Well.. Erin comes in 1995.. and then we do get a little bit of Opal.. that same year.. and then Dennis rounds out my life hurricane experiences on the Panhandle of Florida.. after Ivan and Katrina…
But truly.. i think what i like most about the anticipation of a Hurricane.. is that it brings folks together in my community.. even before the Hurricane.. where a common bonding purpose.. other than divisive stuff like politics and religion.. is something everyone CAN agree to as a common purpose and goal for basic subsistence and human survival.. all time NOW..
Yes.. a common purpose.. and goal for basic subsistence of human survival is the oil for human social cooperation.. perhaps we as a world are too spoiled to LOVE..
PERHAPS THAT IS FIXinGTO CHANGE..
PLAYING THE STORM ALERT MUSIC
ONE MORE TIME for the 7th NOW..
WITH SMILES
AND
WINKS..
IF I HAVE TO
BECOME THE
DEVIL.. TO DO
IT.. PERHAPS
I WILL..
Hmm… IS THAT
metaphor
or
NOT..;)
Haha.. i am the medicine.. huh..
winks and smiles.. yes.. life
is stranger than
any fiction
ever imagined..
at least by me..
wITh Spirit Guide
inside.. outside
above.. below..
and
ALL AROUND
ME..
THAT’S HARD TO MISS..
for some FOLKS like
ME and
US..:)
And oh my goodness you bring
a reminder OF ONE Of the most psychologically
sychronistic meaningful eventS of my life..
by mentioning a
Hurricane of Fred..
Well.. with Hurricane
Frederick back in 1979..
there is no flesh and
blood Katrina for me
then.. but she is living
in the area at 9 years of
age.. and me 19 with a
recently broken First
Love relationship
with a SWEET
SIXTEEN
old Sonia..
who i believe
and FEEL is the
first and last for
me at the tender age
of 19 then.. but anyWHO
it seems that every time
i am on the verge of breaking..
something in culture breaks too..
from the day of Hurricane Frederick..
to Erin.. when chronic work stress is
breaking me down.. to Ivan and Katrina..
to Dennis where the tourniquet on my
heart.. soul.. and spirit.. is
killing me everynow.. to
911.. a cultural instead
of Nature storm
in 2001..
to the giant
Hurricanes
of the Summer
of 2008.. the only
thing of Interest
keeping my mind off
the worst known
pain to humankind
then.. Life is
Greatnow..
and the
Hurricanes
are gone HERE..
and as mentioned
before.. i pay no
attention to my
special lifelong
Interest of Hurricanes
anymore on the 8’s of
every weather channel
of Summer Storm Dreaming
in days before.. Life is
interesting enough
without culture
or nature
storms
for
me
ALLNOW..
hmm and perhaps
THAT is a great
thing OVERALL..
Ugh
OH..!
i am
just informed
that there is a
Hurricane Fred and Kate..
scheduled for this year..
THAT might
not be
a good
sign
or
NOT..;)
Hi Jenny.. thAnks for
dropPing by anD NatURe
is NOT finishEd
speaKing
yEt..
iNfAct..
sHe IS beGinNing
to sPeak.. MOReNOW..:)
Hi Hank.. thanks for stopping by with those honest words of appreciation and respect.. and truly i am a driven HUman in all waking hours.. of song.. dance.. and in general
ARTPLAY.. YESIT’SALLFUN..
that’s the best pArt for me..
and yeah.. not
everyone gets to spend..
365/7 ACTUALLY DOING ART..
so this obviously
is not
the standard..
well beyond
the bell
curve
of
HUMAN
ART.. OH HOW
I WISH MORE PEOPLE
ARE ENABLED AS ART..
instead of cogs
in a machine
just waiting
for the
next
coded
external
command
beyond
WITHiN
as
ART
of
heART
expresSing
SoUl
as
SpiRit
unlimitING
by controllIng
hAnds of subjuGating
and FeAr mongeRing
SO-CallED HuMANS..:)
Hi Madeleine.. thanks for the kind words.. and honestly haha! i have no idea either.. it’s something i really don’t think about in terms of productivity each day in a post.. in fact.. i rarely think when i type at all.. it’s amazing that it makes any sense at all.. but it seems like there is some force guiding my fingers.. or perhaps it is just practice and flow.. and i guess that is the same thing anyway.. smiles.. hope your now is going great.. and this thing isn’t finished yet.. as i continue to prepare for the next post too.. however.. that may flow too..:)
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A little Peace inside and happiness.. IS truly priceless..
and an easier prize for folks who do have the ability
to feel pro-social emotions.. including regret
and shame for brinGing harm to others..
INcluding the rest of Nature aka God..
Fostering Love from
childhood is
A First
Step in Nurturing
Love.. and then peers
who tolerate and accept
differences among the tribe…
People Love more when they need
each other for subsistence and survival..
People who are Loved more.. move a cycle
of LOVE up instead of down.. KiNd MotherRing
IS among first steps to LOVE.. to keep it GroWing
is to Move.. Connect.. and Create in Life to Keep LOVE
FLOWING..:)
So True.. for me at least..
Living iN THE Now..
has no pRiCe..
othEr
than
NOW..
no meaSurement..
to limit or expectation
ALL IS now as well
as noThing
N0W..:)
Oh.. yes.. story taling bars of yesteryear..
technology in bar beats.. still not
exceeding cochlear out plants
in hard of hearing over
sounds of culture..
when humans move
and groove and connect
some dots of deeper
ways of speaking
heard.. or not..
we all create a new
life when we forge a
new friendship of eyes..:)
Ah.. the Sirius Star.. is reALLy
Serious.. Sirius IS Just
inviTing challenge
for grace
under
heat..
wHere sweat
can be cooling
and welcome
reward
for
moving..
but oh
well..
my wife
does not
like THAT
pArt of
Nature
either.. but
i for one..
LOVE
THE Challenge
Of Grace OVER
HEAT iN PasSiOnLiFELiGHT..:)
Ah.. for me.. feat of lunacy in feet..
always moving.. never standing
still.. my feet sing a song
of relief from overtaxing
words of potential
worry.. long since
tax free..
as i
dance joy
and let words
lie at feat of Truth..
wHere feet feel a Joy
of Living.. caring never
what’s up top in dark thOught.:)
i once think tires are better than foot to
travel.. until i find Art in feet’s dance feat..
wHere one can travel
in song of voice..
still born
iN
packAge ONe
comes IN for free..
to move connect and
create with all the rest..
Amazing how humans
come pre-wrapped for
FREEDOM.. equally
amazing.. Clothing
Culture can take
MOST all of IT
a
way..:)
A similar experience for me in my first
video game.. a place to travel
so near.. a place of
human
connection
so far..
a place
of emptiness
souls feeling
spiRit WiLL
express..
for those
with HeArt
that heArs
a loNelY
cry
of
SoUl..:)
Ah.. humans.. a conunDrum of
beating heArts out of balance
in populations over
around 150 to 200
sets of
eyes
in small
villages..
OH.. humans
in sardine
cans of millions..
ALL bets are off
when evolving
human
rules go
by wayside
of Nature’s balance..:)
True insanity is getting
out of balance with Nature…
Culture.. overALL.. is a
TwiliGht Zone
of InsaniTy
wHere
Norm
is insane
and rarely
cheeRy..:)
Euthanasia.. is truly testament
to how much humans
CAN Love.. at times..
their pets more
than humans..
a gift that
most animals
never receive
in last days
of what
the ultimate
price of life means..:)
A pond of heart.. skims Love pebbles..
oh.. holding pond.. never draining..
spring of Life
holds up
deep
in Love’s
Shimme
Ring
LIGHT..:)
Ah.. i live up top.. for decades on
end.. and for me.. at least..
i find all the answers in
starTing feet..
finAlly
balancing
left and right..
18 years of school
or so.. and no one
ever teaches me
how feet
are Art..
of human
heARt
expresSing
balancing
SpiRit
SoUl
of
me
i Dance..
and Sing..:)
Cast down.. so uP abOve..
brOught up.. so doWn below..
soNg lonG as heArt gRows..
LiGht gLows as dArk
nigHt goes..
Balance
comes..
all theRe
IS IS
De’
f0r
LiGHt.:)
Connection of fireflies
Lovers Light..
Connection of
friends.. Love
is still..
Moving..
Connecting..
Creating..
IS
New
Life..:)
Lust Life..
ALLways
THAT
comes
recipes
THAT flows
Creativity
ALL
Births
THAT
Above
Below
comes
first comes
last comes
first Karma
Clothes wHere
Karma
holds NO
Religious
manmade
Gods
ruling
Karma
Dances..:)
North South East
West.. four MORE
complementary
shades.. Color
Wheel Falling
Winters then
Spring more
Summers
Balance
HUES
heRe
we
go
aGain
WE
‘JUST
DO IT’ NOW..:)
Ah.. the dinosaurs come first..
birds evolve from them..
then humans evolve
NOW
to give
Birds
Bath..:)
World’s Play
limits
Actors
Will to play or
not to be..
Play
them ALL
JUST FOR FUN..
WiLL Direct
NOT
Just
Spec
TatE
NOW..:)
Nature plays
ups downs
twilight suns
moons
lights night..
Bright
Moon
Child
twinkling
eye
Stars
play
FULL
deLiGht..:)
Magic human
trespassing
skin
Fire
Flame
Joy
Olympic
Love
Torch
Never
Grows
Old..:)
Art goes a long
way from
festering
hate..:)
Love no age
lost and
found
Hope
survives
Love’s
WILL.:)
Words
heArt
rarely
hesitate
words
Art
Flow
levitate..:)
Dispose
words
well
done..:)
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We humans..
are an innately instinctually and intuitively creative animal
who will build and share new creations in stuff
others can see.. hear.. taste.. touch.. smell
with other senses like proprioception
and infinite nuances of emotions
Just for Love of each other
and associated subsistence
and survival if given the opportunity..
Oh and so many of us.. are so separated from
sensing and feeling.. what we do in our lives work for
subsistence and survival.. where there are so often no human
smiles and connections along the way of making life
moving connecting creating ART..
instead of cold steel metal of machine in life..
At least ‘Zombies’ get a pArt of human in what they do..
and on a more macabre point people who cannot feel Love
from others or express that Love often turn to violence and more
macabre ways of making some.. any kind.. of human bloody connection..
oh.. the song of us.. can be so lonely and separated from us..
i’m just glad i have an opportunity to sing at all..
and most importantly connect in feet
of flesh that dance a life of now..:)
One of the greatest measurements of this Magic of Love in Human
Creativity that i am exposed to in life is the Legend of Coral Castle
and the reality of that place in Homestead Florida where a Latvian
man spends 28 years alone building a castle in dedication to his ideal
of his sweet sixteen girl friend who
walks out on him in promise of marriage
day when he is young.. all alone this man suggests that he learns the
secrets of building the pyramids of old.. and builds this coral castle
alone with blocks as big as 30 tons seamlessly placed together so well
without mortar that no light will escape through the tonnage of bricks..
And the Legend pArt of this
great Art inspired by ideal of Love..
reports young people sneaking into watch him at night.. and seeing him
somehow floating the big blocks like hydrogen balloons.. but the science
of it suggests he uses a complicated leverage system.. him alone at a
little over 100 LBS before his death.. in his 60’s.. accomplishing this
great feat of human potential in working with Nature’s Laws
of doing great ART in accord with those Laws of Nature…
ThEre is no God’s human beauty..
like the naked flesh of male
or female and lies and tales
the truth between those
polar gender opposites
that live in spectrum
of human being..
God’s truth
lives on
in naked
human flesh
Prose expresses
touches emotions
PoeTry expresses
touches
un
ordin
ary..
Or one can follow the
Standard DicTionary
way of doing it.. but
nah
not
me..
Art IS creating
something NEW
IMHO
if it ain’t
THAT
ART
i ain’t
goin’
tHere..:)
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ThEre is no God’s human beauty..
like the naked flesh of male
or female and lies and tales
the truth between those
polar gender opposites
that live in spectrum
of human being..
God’s truth
lives on
in naked
human flesh..:)
Stone etched heArt..
Oak life..
roots stretch
deep cross
Ocean
Life..:)
MaDe LoVe maKiNg loVe
Uni+Verse expressiOn
coloRs touCh
sHades fLesH
toNe smeLLs
seeiNg
heaRing taSte
feeliNgs nuAnces
seNsoRy rAngeLs
infiNite
de MoOn
aftEr NOon
LiGht..:)
We humans are an innately
instinctually and intuitively creative
animal that will build and share new
creations in stuff others can see..
hear.. taste.. touch.. smell
with other senses like
proprioception and
infinite nuances
of emotions
just for
the love of each other
and associated subsistence
and survival if given the opportunity..
oh and so many of us.. are so separated
from sensing and feeling what we do in our
lives work for subsistence and survival..
where there are so often no human
smiles and connections along
the way of making life
moving connecting creating ART..
instead of cold steel metal of machine in life..
At least Zombies get a pArt of human in what they do..
and on a more macabre point people who cannot
feel love from others or express that often
turn to violence and more macabre
ways of making some..
any kind.. of human bloody
connection.. oh.. the song of us..
can be so lonely and separated from us..
i’m just glad i have an opportunity to sing at all..
and most importantly connect in feet of
flesh that dance a life of now..:)
Oh.. as above.. so below.. inside
outside.. all around standard
words of ancient
philosophy
and truth
and light
that ART
is everything
and human
can be
the furthest
from it in
illusion of stone
heart without art..
just as he.. will be
alone without HE AS
allONE Beauty aRt REAL..:)
Quilts
Love
never ordinary
always Art Now..:)
Oh.. LiGht Art
inspiRating othERs
long after fire dies
in art of eyEs..
inspiRing LiVes
greater
reneWabLe
battery
kNoWn..:)
Oh Art of clothing
often has one’s
stitches
long
gone
past
Clothing
History..:)
HorSe bonEs goNe pASt
wheRe manes respect
roads home tRust..:)
Arms tall stand straight close but not at ease..
a clear sign that Egyptians live too in a very
repressing and oppressing time for
female human emotions and
sensuality too..
People ask
me YTF do
i make strange poses
in my selfies.. and i say
FTW baby i’m alive i
do not die in skin
dead.. and
on top of
that words
never
live
purely
as flesh
of Truth..
But at least photos
bring us closer
than words
alone
in sculpture
and flesh of
truth..
The selfie
of old and
new is
a revelation
of human soul
balanced or NOT..:)
Ah the statues of antiquity full of naked truth
and soft as well.. oLD.. David.. a Christian
pArt of GOD and others on ceiling of
Sistine Chapel escape
unscathed but not
so for Apollo
same face
different
clothes
escapes
without
a
you know
i for one FEEL
in a free world NOW
men can be real ‘MIN’
and i for one illustrate
that in ART as Flesh and FREE..:)
OH GOD.. it’s fun and amazingly
ironic to be a Renaissance poet
and painter of flesh.. in New age
of everything i do.. oh to be Free..
God’s gift so many never even
see or FEEL in Life
of GOD’s GIFT NOW..:)
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Hmm.. G-rated Facebook Version
‘MIN’ of Antiquity.. REAL
MIN holdS someTHING
passionate
and alive in
creativity and
yes.. PRODUCTIVITY
IN
‘his’
left hand..
IRONICaLLY
amazing how
terrifying
and
disgusting
a pArt of
GOD’s creation
still is to humanity..
OH GOD.. in someways
the Egyptians are
still LIGHT
YEARS
AHEAD
OF US
THEN..
NOT
ME..
GOD BREATHES
ALL OF ME..
Honestly
folks
it IS
long past
due for
Penis
monologue..
Vagina
monologue
is most
definitely
currently
winning
the
BATTLE
of the
sexes in human
freedom.. and
that is clear
to see in the
free bootie
dances of
women
in the
NOW of
DANCE HALL LIFE..
BUT YEAH.. BABY..
I AM FREE TOO..
ON THOSE
DANCE
FLOORS
OF GOD
GIVEN FREE LIFE..
ALLOWING GOD TO
SEE JOY FEELING
IN OUR EYES
FROM HEAD
TO TOE TO
TIPS OF
YOU
KNOW
AND
FEEL
THAT
STUFF..:)
Beauty of women tRuly
expressing today now
un-repressing and
un-oppressing
emotions
and sensuality
always
em
pow
eRing
human
life
from
end to
beginning
NOW.. MEN
still fearful of
being HUman
overAll
and
dragGing
Zombies
BEhinds..:)
Love sees clearly
paws
cat with
biscuits
Mother
cats
Milk
Love is
old human
clothes new
WE Move Connect
Create Live FREE.:)
World duaLiTy
11 connecting Line
H 8 standing
TALL
INfiniTy
UNiVerse
exists Letter
Number
GOD a
maz
ing
folks can
not see
in
US
True
Evil Culture
Clothing eyes
Truth LIGHT..:)
You are alLways welcome Friend
YES tRuly whEre Love Lives
God Lives Free Now aLL
ah without FEAR TRUE
Father of aLLnow Hate
associated LIFE oh
Yes Fear is the
Real Devil
of LiFE
and GOD
never demands
US to Fear OUR Lives
in GOD’s eyEs of LOVE
AND H0NESTLY THOSE
ANSWERS LIVE FREE ON
BEACHES NEVER BOOKS.
A little comment I’ll leave here.. not to cause any real ruckus on the dVerse site.. the site created by free verse aesthete Brian Miller as well as Claudia who is a free verse poet in ingenuity of doing stuff new ways.. Both these individuals are highly inspiring to me.. and truly are in large part responsible for my new way of writing spontaneously in what i do now in full multi-media poetry and prose from head to toe and all of what I do from words to dance.. to even strength training extremes.. seeing no limits or expectations that Brian Miller helps bring to me as freer now than ever…
I am no fool.. and i am a greatest fool too.. and i can still play by rules.. but yes.. i can play without rules.. and poets from Walt Whitman.. Alan Ginsberg.. and Jack Kerouac who write spontaneously without rules in art of free verse poetry and prose.. will surely be turned away from most modern online poetry sharing sites.. now.. as yes.. we know everyone is so dam busy these days.. they rarely have time to explore more than 140 Twitter characters at a time..
But seriously.. is it so hard not to look..
that one has to go to lengths of restricting poetry
to one or two accompanying photos.. 25 or 60
lines just to snuff my kind of poetry
out of the SHARING Kingdom
of online restricted poetry lines.. seriously..
every time i see that i laugh hysterically
in eyes of Jack.. Alan.. Walt.. Buddha..
Lao Tzu.. and yes.. even F**King JESUS F.u.N. CHRIST…
i am no poet in the eyes of poetry science.. but let’s get real.. poetry is free verse first.. and not until the dark ages and Queen Victoria.. do rules and restrictions come in chopping off penises of great works of antiquity’s freest most beautiful nude art like Apollo and other Greek mythologies of GODs that do not align with puritan Victorian ideals of closing legs tight.. with poetry forms too…
‘WE’ live in a
FREE VERSE world now..
and some folks refuse to join ‘US’.. and that’s okay.. fortunately for me.. i am a weathered human being.. and i understand the games of control and subjugation humans who are fearful and anxious of life use.. to try to force people into their feathered comfy molds..
but here’s the thing baby.. you’ve never lived until you are wild and free.. every animal FEELS this but humans who are imprisoned and stuck in their own heads of rules in the so-called KNoW of nOw in the past instead of NOW..
And honestly the truth is for folks who refuse to be free..
you are only shooting yourself in the foot..
and crippling yourself for life..
whether you
can
feel that
or n0t N0W..
And no this isn’t a vent..
it’s just the Truth and LIGHT
as I see AND FEEL it NOW
coming from
a perspective
of 14.5 billion
years of empathy
that takes a life
most people
cannot fathom
to even
imagine
to survive..
My gift is
Fearless
Truth LIGHT..
DARK TOO..
and that’s
never been
welcome
as history
shows over
and over..
where people
still do not
learn no
matter how
many times
the lessons
are repeated
over and
over
and
over
again..
but i guess
that’s why GOD
creates folks like
me.. Walt.. Jack.
Alan.. Jesus.. others..
to say.. Just
say it again..
and obviously
i will not be
the last
or
first
either
to do
JUST THAT..
AS THE HUMAN
CONDITION SEEMS
FAILED TO LEARN AS
LONG AS CULTURAL CLOTHES
RULE THE HUMAN HEART
SPIRIT AND SOUL
IMPRISONED IN
REAL HUMAN
HELL
WE LIVE
IN HEAVEN
WANT YOU
JOIN US
OR
NOT
THAT IS
YOUR CHOICE
YOUR WILL
AND
NEVER
OURS alone
GOD ALLOWS
FOLKS TO
GO TO
HEAVEN
OR HELL
BUT GOD NEVER
MAKES THEM
GO THeRE
WitHOUT
ThEIR
OWN
HELP
!NOW!
Ah.. yes Bjorn one can have passion to survive in all stuff life.. even when the other emotions die a slow and tortuous death in life.. it is our serpent brain of passion that outlives the rest.. when the tough time truly come as death in life..:)
Ah yes.. my friend X.. Human Love.. the GOD kind
that is passionate… tough.. and unconditional
is the greaTest force of human being..
i know.. understand and most importantly
FEEL.. in expressing that heart of emotion
in spirit of balanced human body and mind aLLwaysNOW1..:)
And truly what is known of this Coral Castle REALITY.. is stranger than most fiction we watch on TV.. but.. nah.. no one ever considers a one hundred pound 60 year old dude a super hero.. that truly this dude is.. and when Jesus says folks will do much more than him in moving mountains of faith and belief.. he ain’t kidding..
as Mr. Coral Castle fulfills that
‘prophecy’ in his life that iS REAL FOR SURE..:)
In my grandest scope of opinion.. Claudia.. all existence IS ART to me.. but in my purest invention of ideology ART is Invention.. smiles.. hope you continue to invent something new.. as you truly do.. I have to work to understand your inventions of poetry.. and that is what life is for work and play in practice as life and creating art as something new and
NOT SOMETHING
invented by
someone else.. alone..
and that my friend is why I abhor forms of the past in poetry.. those forms are inventions of other folks.. nice to pay them respect but in my eyes.. copying them is less or MORE plagiarism.. and to be clear again that is a highest form of respect but pure creativity as ART.. nah.. just the same old thing more or less.. and while I understand some folks must have loads of structure to deal with the unknowns and anxieties of life.. as I used to before getting freed from the confining sidewalks of culture.. they severely bore me now.. but that is just another challenge in life.. to find light in boredom too and get inspired by it.. and sometimes getting challenged by the most boring stuff.. brings just the inspiration to stimulate my mind
AND HEaRT to
greater heights
to say something new
that has not been said
‘THAT’ way before.. smiles.. and thanks
for stopping by.. with your thoughtFUL words..:)
You are welcome Grace..
i think we need to know
and FEEL that LIFE IS
MAGIC and this
Human erecting
‘Coral Castle’
truly proves that
beyond anything
i hear and see before..
THAT IS TRULY
etched
in stone..
If he is Catholic
and says he is inspired
by a mythological GOD
man named Jesus
he will surely
be famed
as saint..
Oh the eyes
of religion
are always
shallowER
and never
ever see
as deep
as deep
truly
IS
ALLONE
INFINITY GOD’S
OCEAN NOW..:)
So true Victoria that the urge to create cannot be ignored..
and in my view it is a triad that makes it work of moving and
connecting that naturally will lead to creating for humans
and other socially cooperative mammals.. and oh goodness
there are so many avenues ripe for that expression of moving
connecting and creating in culture today.. and technology provides
avenues for folks to share that will never be available in red state
ART repressing and oppressing areas like the one i live in.. overall..
perhaps a true new age renaissance of ART is coming
if not already here for those who seek it.. find it..
and truly utilize it in practice of moving..
connecting and creating.. as moreover play
that keeps our heart of emotion.. spirit expressing that
emotion in connecting to others and soul in mind and body balance..
for human being.. all in tune to thrive alive always NOW..:)
Well.. Glenn.. i look to you as Renaissance man
who has been around the block of the ART world
more than anyone i’ve met in my
flesh and blood Life..
your knowledge and experience is
amazing in this respect.. and I always learn
something new to cherish when we communicate..
along with the encouragement of what you truly excel at
in LIFTING everyone UP you meet on the dVerse trail..
as i do take notice of.. when i come up behind everyone
at the end to leave my micro-poetic expressions of what i gain
in inspiration from each poem I visit.. i am able to find that inspiration
in every poem I read.. and i realize not everyone is relatively young like
I am at age 55 and retired.. free to write and create all i want.. which
i’m sure is the dream of many artists my age.. and i cannot
with any sanity slow my creativity down.. as i wander
life in a mechanical cognition state of mind
in the red tape of Government service and
fact based school for around four decades
until getting that creative MoJo back just two years ago..
at age 53.. yes.. at 13 years old.. i write plays in school..
sing in the choir.. play piano in a talent show..
and write an award winning
Christmas Story
for two home rooms..
and truly then i sense the magic of creativity..
that comes from an ageless timeless place within that is certainly
precisely in my eyes the same place that religions assign a metaphor of
Holy Spirit too.. the essence remains.. no matter who attempts to own it..
and it’s nice to know and FEEL NOW that GOD is FREE and so are WE..
and i dam sure plan on showing GOD the best NOW i can in the
bare flesh of creativity i wear of Red Hot.. Not Cold..
and not even Luke Warm.. WAY
as far as i can take GOD in
this gift of life i receive for NOW..:)
What a world it CAN BE if everyone’s
mission statement at birth CAN BE..
THIS IS HEAVEN.. SHOW GOD THE
BEST NOW YOU CAN
ALWAYS NOW..
THE REWARD
WILL BE
IN JUST
DOING
IT
NOW..:)!
Thanks Abhra..
Creativity in human IS INfinite NOW..
God to me.. pArt of Essence in Truth and Light
WE move.. connect.. and create wITh When WE Just
Flow and Let IT ALL GO NOW..:)
Thanks so much shamsud for dropping by
and sharing those kind words of appreciation
for what i do here.. and yes.. with human creativity
greater expressed the entire world
will be a more peaceful and balanced
place to thrive alive..
GlobAlly Now..:)!
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Pink Angel Wings soar above so below
Flow
Mirrors Images Lives insides outsides
Bride
Joy Loving Pink shades bliss
Misses
Applause God Skeyes
Flies
Living Heaven
Seven
Lucky
H
8
!
i
1
‘Round
Noun
Mary..
i am
so inspired by
your echo prompt
that my practice..
finishing commenting
on all of dVerse poems
will be this specific
form here.. of three
short lines and three
short echoes.. as
the ‘gifted boy’
will
Fly
with
smiles
ON course
starting now
at 1701..
Military
Time..;)
Ah.. greaTest treasure
Pleasure
being reborn again
Blend
dancing spirit Alive!
Thrive!..:)
Dance the earth with song
Long
Touch the souls of others
Role
Create life as new
Rule..:)
True Poet heArt of Spirit
Written
Resolve to forge ahead
Bled
Poem of Now grow
SoUl..:)
Highways of life littered
Twittered
Dreams of Brain
Drain
Human Deep
Sleep..:)
Trump Bump Oomphs Sump Pump
Funk
Hillary female wave
Brave
Pompous ASS
CRASS..;)
GLENN
This prompt
is so FUN
i
CAN’T
STOP
Just
doin’
IT..:)
Signs above so below again
Grin
God waves blink
Wink
Oceans span human cities
Synchronicity..:)
Fall breeze Whispers Summer cool
Fuel
Human energy abounds
Around
Break in North Florida Heat
Beats..:)
It is actually 65 this
morning in the Panhandle
of Florida.. and what a cool
breeze that is.. smiles..:)
Fear the father of all stuff hate associated
SH**
Tension the stuff of all human fear related
Belated
Love the only escape
Break
These boots are made for walking
Talk
These legs are made for dancing
Prance
My wife allows me to be free
Glee..;)
I think i’ll
write a song
one day
or perhaps
one will
copy
one
from me..;)
And interestingly Echolalia
is a condition that i am
‘gifted’ with from
birth along with
the precocious
HYPERLEXIC
reading skills
that helP
me to communicate
as a non-verbal
autistic child..
and that’s
a big pArt
of why i
am unique
as the parrot
learns to sing..:)
But it’s hard to relate
that to folks who have
always spoken easy
and do not
understand
the sadness
and
loneliness
of FEELING AND
understanding
it all with silence…
No one will
shut me up
now.. as
i can
finAlly
speak
it all
OUT
WITH WORDS
AND STEPS OF LIFE AS DANCE
AND POETRY AS SONG OF FREE..:)
Ah.. Dance Language Universal too..
True
To live a life without dance blue
Rue
Oh.. to really connect.. create and MOVE
SMOOTH..:)
Selfie human reflects window soul
Glow
Mirror water surprise eye old
Bold
No time like Present
Spent..:)
Ah.. to live in low places
Faces
Drifting empty life death
Breath
No high places no jumps
Trump
Passion flower of Garden’s heat
Sweet..
Humans heart spirit soul bright
Light
Flowers Love
GlOve..:)
Emotions HeArt Expressing SpiRit miNd Body Balancing soUl
Goal
Moving Connecting Creating Soul Grows
Flow
Present Just DOing NOW Real
PILL
Ah.. hour of now near hear now
Bow
Present greaTest gift wow
Pow
Power Force Ten Blend
Spend..:)
Genetic memory Cold
Sold
Truth not often told
Bold
Present Force no form
Born..:)
Yes.. Force Lives within
Win
Never Force ruled by men
Sin
God JUST BE
FREE..:)
Ah.. Love is the song that makes the heart float.. and breathe..
and you sing a wonderful song of that
my friend Himali.. and heart
is worth
an endless
number
of
words..
wheRe a spirit
of heArt fills
the beat
of soUl..:)
Gosh.. I love all of animals and plant life so much.. and it makes me kinda sad to be a meat eater.. truly it does.. especially when i go to see all the sweet farm animals once a month at my wife’s in-laws family farm i show on my blogs once a month.. but.. i do pay the animals respect for giving their lives for me to eat every time i sit down to a meal of steak.. and chicken.. and even fish.. and truly plants too.. anyway.. that is a very healthy way to be.. and i promise if you ever visit me.. you will dance and sing before you leave.. smiles.. at least once anyway..
I have this friend from Pakistan named Lala Rukh.. and we are good friends like this but she has lots of ups and downs.. and you seem so fluid IN positivity all the time.. which is like me now.. truly… and even through her downs i stay her friend.. and try to encourage her to write when she gets quite.. and she asks me why do i stay her friend.. and then she tells me you are a real person.. and you know what that is truly said as truly there do not seem to be many real people on the Internet from the U.S. that are willing to Unconditionally give the kind of Love that the man Jesus talks too..
Sad that the only real Christians seem to live.. where Christians churches do not.. and of course there are exceptions but too many sad rules.. You are a breath of fresh air.. i will continue to breathe THAT.. as i am that fresh air of GOD too.. NOW.. and i am more blessed than i can possibly imagine for that one fact of FEELING that YES.. i can Unconditionally Love.. as
TOUGH PASSIONATE LOVE.. with no restrictions..
no exclusions.. as ONE CREATiON
that FLOWS through Flesh
and Blood and
the smallest electron
of stOne
of
rocK
of
aGes
YES.. aGain
LOVE..:)
WitH
tEARs of
JOY….(“:
I don’t belong to any religion just the Nature of God..
And I still Love all religions.. With smiles..
May I ask your preference in religion..
As I am really curious
as it obviously
works for you..:)
Ha!.. we exceeded the reply limitations..
yes.. i am familiar with Jain..
and just reviewed it
on Wiki.. and
that is mostly
how i believe..
i am mostly
always
celibate
too.. even in
the tradition
of marriage..
but i don’t
think i tell
you my
Grandfather
is a Catholic
Priest before..
and actually
a noted Author
from last century
dining with Einstein
as a fellow member
of the Socialist Party
IN New York.. New
York.. who changed
his way of doing THAT
for a little while.. long
enough for my eventual
existence to come to fruition..
And haha! you can Google
one of my Grandfather’s
books named “Behind
the Dictators” as
it is now free
in PDF form..
so anyway
i guess
celibacy
runs in
my
blood
too.. and
i am talking
to the THE
actual relations
of that as procreation…
I am sure GOD does not
want me to have children
with other plans for me..
and i do love being
married and my
wife is celibate
too… we have
no secrets..
and i
suppose
that is
part of
our
complete
trust in each
others.. it works..
and truly there
are enough
people
in the
world
to save it
AS NATURE
is to choose
not to have
children..
for at
least
some
folks who
can live like that..:)
Quote:
“The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet. He consumes an eternal passion and is indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune and persuades daily and hourly his delicious pay. What baulks or breaks others is fuel for his burning progress to contact and amorous joy. Other proportions of the reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to his proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest he is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or with his arm round the neck of a man or woman. His love above all love has leisure and expanse … he leaves room ahead of himself. He is no irresolute or suspicious lover … he is sure … he scorns intervals. His experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar him … suffering and darkness cannot—death and fear cannot. to him complaint and jealousy and envy are corpses buried and rotten in the earth … he saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than he is of the fruition of his love and of all perfection and beauty.”
“There will soon be no more priests. Their work is done. They may wait awhile … perhaps a generation or two … dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place … the gangs of kosmos and prophets en masse shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest. The churches built under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women. Through the divinity of themselves shall the kosmos and the new breed of poets be interpreters of men and women and of all events and things. They shall find their inspiration in real objects to-day, symptoms of the past and future… . They shall not deign to defend immortality or God or the perfection of things or liberty or the exquisite beauty and reality of the soul. They shall arise in America and be responded to from the remainder of the earth.”
-Walt Whitman
“Leaves of Grass”
Maybe
Jesus already
comes again and again.. again..
and again and no one notices
him or her in eyes..ears..
of Walt Whitman
and
others..
for surely
this is the
real message
of Jesus.. that
we are all Christ
Children wITh GOD
as
eyEs
of
GOD..:)
Yes
That
TreeoF
Practice
and never
perfection
of
books.
EyEs of children feel.. sense what is Real..
EyeS of school.. change senses and feelings
of what IS Real..
Time immemorial Now..
Real feeling senses
starting at toes..
balancing grains
if sand now..
plain Truth
is in
feet
of
i..
just waiting
to dance
and sing
a feat
of
free
Again..
and no
as long
as toes
move..
never
too late..:)
Last night while dancing i tale the truth of a story
to my wife and even show a photo of the
suspect short and true..
a young lady.. decides
to get the attention of her
peers by coming up and
bootie dancing with the
wild and crazy
dancing man..
kind of
like Wild
Kingdom if
you feel what i mean..
anyway i go on to tale
the truth to my wife.. that
she is too short to get
up to where she wants
to be.. and those
martial
arts blocks
with legs
gently
swaying
cheeks of
passion another
way work well
to escape
a way-ward
cheek
of full
kindness
and affection of course..
but anyway i dare to tell
the truth always
and that
is the best policy
to keep any friendship
alive.. unless it is a bad
hair day
and the wife
asks how does my
hair look.. i just
tell my wife the
same story
on that over
and over..
you can
pick your nose..
and always
look
gorgeous
just the same..
and yeah..
truly
that’s
the truth too..
THAT makes stuff
easy.. when one
can always
get
a way with
the truth
unscathed..:)
OBTW..
so far in two
years of blogging
there are only three
bloggers i respond to
every single post and
now you are number four
and unusual as the rest
are all in their twenties
and female..
oh and there
is another ‘woman’
i will respond to every
time but she is a rambling
free spirit like me and i will
find her
everywhere
shE goes..;)
Yes.. Bjorn.. and ha! the photo will suffice
without any words
at all
to express
just that..
my friend..
i go out and
capture evidence
of Heaven everyday
now to the tune of
80 thousand plus
documented
photos in
the last
two years..
i have an unlimited
supply of inspiration
for just that one photo
at a time..
i can and
WILL..
easily write
80 thousand poems
like this.. some longer
some shorter too..
and i’m well on my
way.. in numbers of
hundreds in just
one blog
post here
and theRe..
no one will ever
be able to singularly
read what i do when
i finish.. i promise you that..
but why would they.. huh
and that’s OKay baby
as it’s all
ZEN
to
me
wITh biggest
smiles of
course
spanning
THE H8
of in
fin
it
y
2..:)
Well first
of all Kitkat..
just wanna
say i missed YOU..
what has it been one week
two weeks.. YESTERDAY..
THE DAY BEFORE.. whatever.. it seems like
forever here.. without you hehe.. but anyway..
you know and i don’t know when i write i try not to think..
just let the stuff come off my fingertips.. and you my friend
are coming to some of the same analysis i come TO too..
and it’s kinda like that H and 8 symbolism for infinity too..
and like this is a round of Infinity successfully completed
in heaven for me.. now.. always now.. and hell a round
for all i know and don’t really need to know is probably just
a continuous now anyway.. what the heaven.. i mean with bliss
there is no time anyway just joy in living in pink angel wings
and unicorns all the time now.. and yes.. i do remember you
just adore pink unicorns.. too.. and oh GOD to hell with the age
and body thingy.. i mean gosh.. i am 55 and if i compute it correctly
by the rings of your words and that birthdate code i come across one time..
you are 42 or something like 13 years my junior hehe.. and oh GOD
when i am 21 i feel 80 something.. when i am 47 i feel
like the devil under a bridge or a troll or whatever..
as a thousand year old Zombie..
then varying around
Zombie age
for 5 years..
and now OMG
I seriously feel younger than I can ever
remember before.. it’s oh GOD like I’m always 3, 5, or 7
with all them advantages that come with that white privilege
middle age 230LB ‘redneck’ softball law enforcement dude player
looking thingy.. with FBI shades that are cooler than OBG secret service
style guarding the frigging president of wherever or her daughter sounds
like more fun.. for dance of course IF she is older than 18 and color..
nationality.. creed,. religious orientation..
and stuff like that does not matter
to dancing feet in the least!..
Where was i.. oh yeaH.. when my Aunt Jettie is 94..
and yeah i’ve told this sea story i don’t know how many times here..
so apologize for any REPetition that comes now.. but when she
CAN smile bright and wide at 94 and i am so humanLY exhausted
without emotions at 47.. where i am a literal Zombie who cannot
seriously ever remember what it feels like to smile..
as all memories go away.. of emotion.. A
ND YEAH.. when emotionS goes away..
as there are no reference points for feelings when
there are no feelings.. yeah.. lesson learned.. never repress
your emotions you may not like what you eventually wish for at all..
as i am not afraid of being in an elderly body.. just one without a heart..
spirit expressed as that emotional heart.. and a balanced soul that is fed
a steady diet of heart.. everyday..
So yeah.. poetry.. dance.. and song.. and ART in general
is my Zombie Vaccine that I take in copious amounts documented wRite
here on this blog.. and if the Apocalypse of Zombie get much bigger i will make
sure I have the biggest heart of all.. not to sink..6 feet under withOUT soul..
of the living dead.. in life.. EWW..
NOW THAT’S REALLY SCARY.. SO
POETRY ON BABY..
WITH DANCE AND SONG..
AND ALL THAT OTHER
ART THAT
GOES AROUND
AND COMES AROUND
AS WE LIVE
WELL NOW..;)
SEE YA LATER
KIT
KAT..:)
Yes.. dear and truly i know nothing of that now.. as to what those pink wings really are.. just feel THAT IN the photo above.. TALING a fuller story of IT that ho human words can and will ever do alone.. yeah computer imagery and all of that… but it is only imitation of imagery of what is real.. and truly that’s what words are from the get go.. just an approximation of poeTRY
in abstract construct of metaphor to get at IT REAL.. anyway one thing i know for sure is a three letter word that starts with G or O.. is zero 0 not enough to express IT AT ALL THAT IS.. A MIRRORED SUNSET THOUGH does IT justice.. but just like that movie ‘Contact’ inspired by the writings of Carl Sagan they should have sent a poet to describe
GOD and not a frigging rocket scientist.. who is just learning
to take one small step for human kind..
and with that said.. here is a little ‘contact’
to more fully and graphicAlly
describe THAT…:)
LIKE I FEEL WORDS ARE
never enough in what I am trying
to paint too
dear..
Gabriella..
with smiles
of course as
WELL.. or
is a
human
BRUSH WITH
OUT FLESH
AND BLOOD
TO EXPRESS IT
IN SONG AND DANCE..
THRIVING ALIVE WITH
THE LIVING ALL THAT IS..:)
AND that’s why a dude comes out
on Pensacola Beach in this
video
too..
broad shoulders..
moving calmly
across the
sands
with
a broad
smile and
sparkles of
sand sifting
through palm
that
looks like
a 6 or
golden
mean
spiraling
Truth of
GOD’s Signature
too.. as a galaxy of LIGHT
in hand as well as skeyes of GOD
moving connecting and creating with CONTACT NOW2..:)
Anyway.. thanks for stopping by..
i’m off to make a big
SPLASH DANCING
TONIGHT
HAHA!..;)
Thanks so much Sanaa Rizvi
for coming by with those
nice words of
appreciation for
what i do here..
and lots of
love to you..
from
Fred
too..:)
Thanks so much Kanzensakura..
someday before i go
on to the next
place i hope
to write
a poem
for all the Lovely
pictures i am
blessed to
capture since
effective use of
my eyesight
returns two
years ago..
there are
many
just waiting
to come
home
again
in a few
words of
appreciation
for the blessings
of those images
of GOD’s Nature
as a prayer
in poem
of
Song
and
Dance
Loving
Life..:)
Ha! Glenn.. it’s like driving a thousand miles an hour.. putting on the
brakes and moving one mile an hour..
whew.. that’s a mission of a life
time for me.. to do that
in dance and words..
and truly that’s
what i’ve been
doing in both
dance and my responses
here to other poets getting
control of a Godzilla brain
and body.. riding it
softly.. and slowly
flowing in
peace of
mind..body
IN balance..
and truly the best
part of dance tonight
will be later in the night..
where i slow it down to
barely perceptible movements
without a care of people.. hundreds
of them watching me trying to figure
out if the drugs have worn OFF OR WTF is
going on.. but oh GOD.. people in the
west need to get exposed to what
has truly worked in the
east and is still
working in
corporate life
as the employees
start each day
with group
TAI CHI
getting
it all
regulated
and integrated
as far as emotions
senses.. focus
and short
term working
memory goes..
if the U.S. doesn’t
get moving.. connecting
and creating like this
we are in real
big trouble
as our spiritual
giants in peers
compete against
us across the
ocean in
mind and
body
balance..
but as always
i’m making
UP FOR IT
IN THE COMMENTS
SECTIONS AS THESE
FINGERS GO GO GO..
WITHOUT A THOUGHT
OF TIME.. SPACE
OR DISTANCE..
AND I’LL STOP
NOW.. BEFORE
I GO OVER
10K WORDS..
AS MY LONGEST
COMMENT IS 9820
WORDS OR SO..
AND at that point
the Word Press formatting
falls apart and it is just ONE
BIG BLOG OF UNENDING TEXT..:)
Thanks so much Shadiatique..
for the visit and i am glad you find what
i do today well written and interesting..
and hope your day and now are going very well.. as well..:)
Hi Kathy thanks so much.. and if i am tasked to write two or three poems an hour days at a time for just that one photo.. it will be no problem at all.. as the heart flies with wings that needs no sidewalks of limitations or expectations.. smiles.. and hope your now is more fabulous than ever and gets more fabulous now as
WELL.. BEING
can be..:)
Thank you dear smiling Lynn..
and oh Goodness as usual
you are last in the list
and going in order
i will see you
a little
later to
read you
theRe as
is always
my pleasure to
add something new..;)
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And
all i
have is dance..
the
rest
is
salad
dressing
less
or more..
smiles..
Oh God..
Brevity
of Dance
ISCONTAGIOUS..:)
Yeah.. i am officially diagnosed with ADHD.. and from birth it IS just called hyperactivity nicely manifest as me turning circles ’round and ’round in my crib on my right toe.. hmm.. i do that when i dance now too.. smiles.. and my mother taking her eyes off me for a split second when we live in a trailer about a half a football field from Davis Highway in Pensacola in the wee years of the 60’s
and me ending up in the middle of the
road with a stranger stopping his car..
TG.. carrying me back to mother
with eyes of disgust of her being
a bad mother.. and i dO
NOT get far from
the apron strings after that..haha!…
Yeah.. sometimes the stuff that is said and done
in my Catholic Church pisses me off too..
particularly stuff about single women not worthy to raise children and evil acts of homosexuals in the same boat as Hurricanes.. wHere Hurricanes are a force of nature to balance the heat of the earth so more species will survive.. where humans simply pay the price of staying close to the water when high winds and floods come.. building stuff that is encroaching on the environment that God’s Mother Nature from Hurricanes to Meteors and just the winds of NOW.. will eventually take away..
But never the less the Love part of the Catholic Church and the singing with the ‘Holy Creative Spirit’ is what keeps me coming back.. not missing a Sunday after going back in September of 2013.. after a 23 year hiatus.. during work and marriage..
Love rules humans when human
wellbeing is balancing mind and body..
Dancing free style and not restricting where
Spirit leads the body no matter what it looks like on the outside balances the mind and body.. and increases natural ‘LOVE’ neurohormones like Oxytocin and potentially even empathy neurochemical.. naturally occurring DMT.. the stuff of the Love Drug ‘Molly’.. and to be clear oxytocin the Human LOVE bonding neurohormone.. not that other thing that sounds kinda like it that is a powerful opiate pain killer that leads to great suffering with human addictions…
And dance also regulates human emotions
and integrates senses through biofeedback..
and increases cognitive executive functioning by
enhancing focus and short term working memory..
So yeah..
Dance equals Love equals God equals US
my friend when We Dance togethEr Free..
An equation of Love that is so simple
yet so elegant
and
TRUTH
AND
LIGHT
IN HIPS
AND
EYES
OF
HUMAN
BEING…
YOU inspire me friend.. after the boys in middle school tell me i cannot
smile ’cause that is what so called F words do and not Fred.. i
gain a disdain for my peer gender.. and i guess that
is why i tend to veer the female way.. and
stay away from males most my life..
as in my area.. i can sense
they have little heart..
spirit and soul
overall..
but what i notice
in my hometown of L.A.
Lower Alabama Red state Panhandle
Florida.. is the black males always express
more Unconditional Love back in high school days..
as they too.. understand what it’s like to be oppressed
by the majority opinion of culture/religion of now then..
Anyway.. it boils my blood when i see women abused.. it boils
my blood when i see homosexuals abused.. and it boils my blood
when i see blacks abused.. and sometimes a fleeting thought of
KICKING BUTT COMES TO MIND.. i wanna go ever there and
settle the score wherever the hate lives.. but yeah.. then..
i will be part of the same dam problem too.. so i dance
and sometimes when i go to a check-out
aisle at the Dollar Tree store and
a young black woman
with beautiful
corn rows
as her
hair spiraling about
on head like the golden
mean spiral of the Universe
one views in galaxies.. fetuses..
sunflowers.. hurricanes.. and
the nautilus shell of
greaTest ART..
i look her
square in
eyes with
my shades on..
with a bright smile
and say the design
of your hair is beautiful..
it matches the eyes
of GOD.. a signature
of design that
is patterned
in the Universe
and what we artfully
do in song.. in dance
and paint of hair
when we too..
are freest
children
of
GOD..
and then i will
dance for her..
and show her
my appreciation
for expressing
her human freedom
in Corn Rows of LOVE…
Love is the Drug
and sword
that
CHANGES
HUMAN HEARTS
SPIRITS AND SOULS..
AND IT TAKES JUST DOING
IT MORE THAN WORDS ALONE
IN BOOKS TO GET THAT LOVE
JOB DONE.. AND BY GOD..
SOMEONE WHO
LOOKS LIKE
ME WHO
WILL NEVER
BE EXPECTED TO
DANCE IN PUBLIC
WILL HELP MAKE
THAT CHANGE
HAPPEN..
AS I KEEP
ON DANCING
TILL MY LAST
GRASP IN
THE BREATH
OF LOVE OF
LIFE COMING TO
FRUITION NOW
AS LIFE
IN DEATH
OF HEART
SPIRIT
AND
SOUL
OF
HUMAN WELL
BEING NOW..:)
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Hailee’s comma.. truly you are my favorite comma.. and the numbers continue to change as the planets and stars of neurons of nows.. in Daniel’s and Hailee’s continue to exist as knowing and feeling now.. and i am looking forward to reading more of your poetry as soon as the comma lies and truths in its resting place for now.. smiles..
Some people are born to absorb..
and some people
are born
to muse..
i for one
am born
muse and
wild and
’round
again..
absorbing
and musing
Force of energy
of GOD all
around
wITh
US
now..
HA! again..!
Hailee’s comma
THAT even beats
RUMBLUEFORNOW..:)
TheRe is thiS living ForceSource inside me
that has no words.. theSe words come throUgh me..
with words As Well.. and yes.. often when i read theM..
thEy make
me cry too..
the magic
man is
in our heArt..
in thE skyes
SkeYes
spirRit
expresSinG
soUl
and in her
out herE
all arOund
uS
aLiVe
wITh
eYes
eArs
GOD
wOrds
that reach
ALLthatiS
aS
WeLL
BEinG
WaVe
of US
OCEANaLL..:)
Ah.. yes.. the highlight of the now.. the day..
and perhaps the year.. seeing wife Katrina really
let IT ALL GO.. and flow with me in a life of Play..
with US Directing
our own actors
of i as I…
Oh.. the fortunes of my life..
an Unconditionally Loving Mother..
a Patriarchal Leaning Father leaving early..
allowing me the fortune of developing a Free heArt..
spiRit of emoTiOn expresSing hEart..
as soUl in Mind and Body Balance…
Wife not nearly as fortunate..
never meeting father.. truly troubled
Mother.. with troubled Boy Friends coming and going as well..
with one particularly troubled Boy Friend standing over her bed
with a knife.. in a challenging life his own…
I find it hard to personally judge anyone..
as life is full of ‘shades of grey’..
and with just a few different
environmental factors
the kindest brightest
colorful loving
soul..
can turn a darker shade of black…
And yes.. to be born an empath.. live as angel light..
and have life take that away from me finally at age 47
through the chronic stresses that can visit anyone
who tries tries tries.. so hard to make the grade
of cultural expectations and limitations..
is a lesson of cognitive
empathy and
sympathy thEre as Well…
Ah.. yes.. Peg Leg Pete’s.. a place of fine dining
seafood on Pensacola Beach.. glad ‘you’ get
to visit that place of oyster bar
as well.. and that is one
of the first places of fine
dining that i visit shortly
after regaining effective use of my sight..
back in the Summer of 2013.. truly an accomplishment
then to venture that far out of a shut-in bedroom for 66 months or so…
And the adventure continues on.. in both challenge and
bliss beyond belief for me.. wHere Sun
is Shining and i for one am square
in Sun’s eYes of Bright LiGHt
expresSinG those
skeyes of GOD..
SMiles..
and thanks
for dropping by.. X..:)
Featnote:
Ah.. Katy Perry..
one of my favorite
NEW AGE PROPHETS
YES THE NEW AGE OF
THE KINDOM OF
GOD
IN
HEAVEN ON EARTH
NOW..
While some folks are preparing to end the world
in apocalyptic standards for a fantasy of a promise
in lies granted by religions to control and subjugate
WE
ARE
JUST
GETTING
READY TO PArTY
LIKE IT’S NOW
ALL
THE TIME
AND TIME
NEVER
EVER
EXISTS
AS INFINITY IS REALITY NOW
ALWAYS
NOW
NOW!
WELL..
Imagine this.. after all we have the right in the U.S.
to imagine anything we like or dislike and put it into
BLOG WORDS..
WHAT IF THE
PURPOSE
OF LIFE FOR HUMAN
BEINGS AND THE GREAtEST
missIon of LiFe is to spread LOVE
AND SOCIAL COOPERATION AND
WHAT IF
GOD’S GREATEST TEST AND REWARDING
IS TO DO JUST THIS NOW.. WELL IN THAT CASE
CONSIDERING ALL THE LIVES THAT KATY PERRY IS
INSPIRING TO GO ON IN UNCONDITIONAL UNSELFISH
NON-JEALOUS LOVE.. YEAH.. SHE IS BLESSED WITH GOD’S
GREAT FAVOR IN JUST DOING IT NOW.. IN THE CASE OF PROPHET
KATY PERRY
PERIOD..
WHILE ‘everyone’ else is trying to prove who is right and who is wrong and
whose words own GOD and who is gonna blow whom up to make way
for a so-called greaTEST prophet …. THE MUSE OF HUMAN LIFE
CONTINUES ON LOUD AND CLEAR IN THE BACKGROUND
OF HUMAN ARTISTRY AS IT ALWAYS HAS FROM THE
BEGINNING OF THE GREATEST MYTHS
OF WHICH ISIS AND OSIRIS
ARE A GREATEST
ONE WITH
UNDERPINNINGS
AS SOLID AND SECURE
AS THE SUCKLING JESUS AT
TEAT OF MARY.. SAME AS CHILD
HORUS AND MOTHER ISIS
AROUND 4400 YEARS
AGO IN ANCIENT
AND
TRULY AMAZING
EGYPT
THEN…
Ah.. the human archetypes of Truth and Light
are secure from an early older age of new
same as now.. as THE
TRUTH
and
LIGHT
remain as essence no matter whose
religion or culture attempts to own it and
confine it within the chains.. limits.. and
expectations of narrow minds.. hearts..
spirits.. and souls of
tiny human beings..
So anyway blogs are human lands of Imagination
and Tom Foolery wHere almost anything within
human reasonable and non-harming
reciprocal social communication
activities goes and i for one
explore them to thE
greatest limits
from nude
FULL
MALE
NEW
AGE RENAISSANCE DANCING
ONLINE TO 24K OR SO EPIC FREEVERSE
POETRY INCLUDING COMMENTS SECTIONS
TO REFLECT THE WHOLE LIKE THIS ONE..
a “Tsunami of Love”
in just one
frigging
day..
That’s half a
novel more
or less
smiles and winks..
and even more amazing is
at least one person reads it from
beginning to end hehe!
Anyway.. various cultures throughout the history of humankind
are predicting some folks sorta like me and my wife to
come to the world to provide some assistance
here or there.. and God KinDa
allows us to
come
here like thieves in the night.. in places one least expects
us.. like little river towns.. where we are the poorest and the
most outcast among our peers.. but we watch and we wait
for just
the wRite
moment
and
then
WE SAVE THE WORLD..
AND NOBODY EVEN SEES US
COMING OR GOING
IN THIS WAY.. WE DO IT STEP BY STEP
ALWAYS NOW.. FROM WAKING TO SLEEPING
365 DAYS A YEAR.. AND OUR ONLY REWARD
IS IN JUST
DOING IT
ALWAYS
NOW
GOD’S EyES
REWARDAPERFECTSTORMOFLOVE
ALLWAYSNOW…
i turn this sonG ‘Imagine’ way UP on my iMAC
and ask my wife who is thiS sinGing..
sHe is cooking lunch and says
I don’t give an F FRED
Turn IT tHe F
DOWN!
and
theN
i
say..
IT’s
goD…
can’t
you
heAr
heR…
Ending Note:
AboVe bElow
‘the pier’ is on the property of the land i grow up on..
a place wheRe a three year old child who is non-verbal looks
aCross the River
and GOD sPeaks
GOD’s skeyes
Rivers
Forest
Love’S
WAVES
Oceans
BlueYes
aSWellasNOW
tSUNami of LOVE..:)
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i rarely change anything i write..
and when i do.. i try not to think about change..
i want the feeling to direct me ON and not thoughts..
as it is mostly like automatic writing to me.. anyway..
but on the other “RIGHT” hand..
ON writing science abstracts
and technical reports..
lots of structured and analytical
thought go into that.. in terms of change..
CORRECTIONS.. where some kind of perfection
is goal instead of ART in Practice.. and that’s why i
start doing aRtistic writing.. ANYWAY.. aUtistic writing
was seriously bringing me down.. in terms of FEELING LIfe..
i’d rather focus on Feeling Life as ART as heArt
rather than knowing it through Systemizing Mind..
and truly that railroad track of REASON VS HEART..
IS a major one to change.. for me..
but i FEEL SUCCESSFUL
in the Practice of ART and that’s ALL that counts to me..
at LEAST.. in fact.. and FEELING.. i’d rather not call it poetry in
practice or anything else.. IS just Flows IS what IT IS.. iNOwJOY
IS IN the Doing.. NOT A Goal.. for me.. in ALL Art of Life..
IN PRACTICE from Steps of Dance.. to Keys of Writing..
to Singing Voice.. to Piano Keys..
i CAN go on and on BUT…;)
Anyway Mary.. interesting question..
And i enjoy reading the responses..:)
Well yeah this is Fredbook
i mean Facebook..
and as always pre-workout game face..
for martial arts and Xxtreme Strength training
at my favorite Military Gym @NASWF.. and oh a
cold this week since about last Tuesday or so.. with real sore throat..
but nothing slows me down much unless i get that intestinal bug stuff..
ugh.. i hate that.. it even stops me from dancing as ya can’t dance with the runs..
but anyway.. eye test tomorrow at my favorite ophthalmologist office.. in P-Cola..
so i will be taking a break away from this close up computer stuff until after those
OH GOD dilating drops wear off.. ugh the sun is so bright after that even
with shades on.. and this cold is making my seeing blurry with that cold
junk in my eyes.. no i am not sad in the photo just a little cold and
bleary eyed from the common one.. so see ya later.. i am thinking
about shooting off another blog post before midnight.. but perhaps
i’ll just rest.. rest.. WTF! the only the time i really rest is when i am out
cold sleeping hehe.. but hey.. i work for GOD and the only reward is
intrinsic and never a penny for working somewhere around 16 to 20 hours
a day as an Instrument of GOD.. but there ain’t nothing better when you retire
or whatever makes you stop working for humans.. i highly suggest working
for GOD during all waking hours.. trust me it just don’t get any better than
this now.. as far as i feel NOW always NOW..:)
Oh.. the eyes of GOD are clear to see in those
47
photos above.. for folks with GOD’s eyes and
ears to see and hEar Truth and Light of GOD
in all stuff creation inanimate and animate
as all moves at core of electrons swirling
nucleus
of
GOD’s
LOVE
FOR
ALL
It’s so sad to me.. when folks limit GOD to words
to church to men..
to human
devices of
tools and
symbols
are all of these..
but symbols are magic
too.. as the essence of GOD
is attached to those symbols too
as long as words as structures
and churches and structures
do not limit THE God of ALL
God IS ALL God ALL Verb
of
ALL
FORCE
ALL
when we
MOVE.. CONNECT.. CREATE
THAT TRULY TAKES NO WORDS
OR HUMAN AIDS OF LANGUAGE
CULTURE AND THE BYPRODUCTS OF THAT..
AS WE DANCE CONNECTING TO EACH OTHER
AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD
IN CREATION ACTIVITY
OF
THAT
WITH NO CULTURAL
AIDS AT ALL
FREE STYLE
RHYTHM AND BEAT
OF GOD
IN
US
AS US
togEtHer
aSONeFOrCE
NOWoNE
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School days.. the first day.. always exciting and
nerve wracking.. all senses.. emotions..
intellect focused for what
WILL
COME!
and grades 1 through 5.. not bad except
for that second year.. at Private Catholic School..
so advanced from my small town school.. in a two
story building.. walking distance from a river home..
and then across town.. small class rooms.. same teacher
all day long.. same kids all day long .. same friends to get to know..
and oh.. always at the top of the class.. only challenge NOT
to make anything less
than
A
A
A
Straight ACING
ALL STUFF SCHOOL..
hmm.. 11 years old comes
6th grade
a beast yet
unknown..
Halls of School Brightly Lit..
homeroom by 8 AM..
but many rooms
to come
with
different classes and different teachers
but still school as EASY AND FUN..
competing against friend Jill
who is the only
one who
can
top
me in
grades
before then..
so i smile brightly just waiting
for the games to begin.. but wait..
a new word comes i have not heard before..
an F word and not Fred by some bully boys
who tell me what the hell are you doing F word..
wipe that smile off your face mister we do not
allow boys to smile here.. don’t even think
about it.. but wait.. i’m not thinking
about it.. I’m just feeling it
but anyway.. don’t
know what
that
F word means.. just that those
boys got some kinda problem
for sure.. anyway class starts
and Amanda taps me on the shoulder
and says you know you have a FUNNY
SHAPED HEAD.. I’VE NEVER SEEN
ONE LIKE THAT..
hmm.. i’m
thinking a head’s
a head.. for thinking..
and dam i can’t see the back
of my head to know
what you
are talking
about..
but i’m too busy paying attention
to Ms. Bonner to become the
teacher’s pet as i can charm
any teacher into
believing
i
am the best
student ever if I just
look into her eyes and
never ever break contact..
’cause
it’s just
naturally
how i
connect
to others in
SPOCK MIND
MELD where student
becomes one with TEACHER
like
KUNG
FU
MY
FAVORITE
TV SHOW..
ALONG WITH
THE WILD WILD WEST..
oh and then it’s time for P.E.
and i get to sport my new school
sports shorts.. and Tammy says..
HaHA! Fred has bird legs..
and i look at my
legs and think
about wings..
and flying..
BACK from PE into math class
and there is all around sports fanatic
Murry who will one day become
Mr. High School.. Mr. Football..
Coach of the Football Team
and Athletic Director
at the
top
of
his game..
he turns around and says
peabody.. peabody.. peabody..
peabody.. ever so often..
and i’m thinking
hmm..
what
is
a PEA
BODY
Anyway..
Lynn on the other
side chimes in with
skank.. skanky.. skank..
and i’m thinking sounds
like skunk.. skunk..
skunk..
and i think i smell fine..
but she sure doesn’t look
like she likes me much..
this is getting challenging
and i’m starting to feel
like something
must be
very wrong
for
me to get all this less than
‘A’ Feedback from what at
this point seems like
the whole dam
school..
ah.. finally an escape..
the school bus comes..
i can finally relax but
WAIT!.. VICKY
in the
back of the bus..
turns around
to her friends and says look
look look aren’t his eye lashes
pretty they look just like a girls’
eyelashes.. and oh yeah back in
home room earlier some boy says
Hi Mr. Wanda McKenzie
you look just
like her..
and yes.. Wanda smiles
a lot and has semi-short
blonde hair and spectacles
and her daddy owns a
car dealership but
OH MY
GOD
if Vicky thinks i’ve
got long eyelashes that
must mean that boy
thinks I’m a girl
OH
GOD
GET
ME
HOME
QUICK
OFF
this bus.. my Dachshund
Charlie never judges me..
he will let me hug him
and roll around
at my feet
as always and never ever
call me the F word.. Skunk..
Peabody.. Long Eye Lash Girl..
Wanda.. Bird Legs..
and just let
me Love
him
free with smiles..
and that works out okay the
rest of the year.. but Charlie
finds a way to get outside
the gate and one
day my
only
real friend
outside of family
is laying on the side
of the road..
and i am
too
heartbroken to
even get near to
say goodbye..
and the whole family
cries.. and i never get another
dog and decide if i become my best
friend no one will ever hurt
me or
leave
me again..
except
me…
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But oh no..!
Teachers
never
escape
School..
smiles..
Or Learners..:)
Ah.. yes.. the church continues to
serve the function of the village
supplying school needs for
life that parents often
can no longer do
without help..
and perhaps
the emotiOnal
ways of heArt
expressING as SpiRit
as human balanced
mind and body soUl
are among the
greaTest
school
tools
Church
can and
WILL
provide
for all schools
greatEST needs
to be met ALL Now..:)
Ah.. yes.. i can relate.. difficulty speaking
coherently straight with no mumbling
or stuttering to effectively
communicate.. straight
A’s are not enough when
one fails the speaking
parts in roles
of School..
and for
me the
writing no easier
to come up with
anything new..:)
Oh when school becomes work instead of play
the mechanical cognition can tick
down to robot
minds of
dissolution
of human being..
but society will just
not work without school..
and we must tick off
the bad parts.. and
continue on renew
as this land is our
land together
in well
being
and sickness
a Like for aLL.. NOw..:)
Nature’s school
never opening
never closing
JUST
i
CE
closed
case..:)
Truly sad the state does not allow
school.. to teach lessons of
humanity.. where ‘they’
are no longer teaching
those lessons at
home.. and nah..
not just a lower
socio-economic
thingy.. some
times the
highest
classes
are completely
disconnected
from humanity
AS those AT
highest
levels
determining
curriculum
of
Human
101..:)
Ah.. that look of the very first day
of entering school..
walking the
plank
no
ease..
mate
This is
uncharted human
land forged by insanity..;)
Ah.. me.. not smart enough to feel what school is doing
to me.. why Summer feels so much better
than school.. year.. of what
really counts in emotional..
physical.. existential
and in general
Human 101
Social
Intelligence
to move connect
and create life once again..:)
Ah.. yes.. a scholar.. a fighter..
but most importantly
a diplomat
and
negotiator
at age 5..:)
Ah.. yes.. a school of ADHD Hell.. where sitting still extends out all around
the year now.. in some places.. where Physical Education is
no longer even necessary in some high schools..
and if one is lucky emotions
are an art of human
for basic
survival
still allowing
that if that at all..:)
Ah.. sitters and rovers of school.. alike in most all of
animal kingdom.. in general as well..
where school can and will
be adventure
and for others
a challenge just to
get through
every now
of self-conscious
discomfort of
one level or
another
in speed
or slow..:)
Oh.. new rules school.. crystalized intelligence.. rote memory
of multiple choice facts.. figures.. but tHere is
fluid intelligence moving.. connecting.. creating
ART of human being IN ALL of Love
that comes in Light
and Truth of
Human Being
WELL..
water
of school
is sewAge
compared
to ART
fluidly
flowing
Creation
Activities
PARTiCles
WAVES
FiELD
imagi
NatiON
DREAMS
COME
FRUiT
i
ON WitH
I as actor
of i and
exclamatiOn
POINT SPIRiT!
expresSing
iPLAY
DIRECTORS
WENOWALL!..:)!
i have to say graduating close to
the top of a class of almost
four hundred in
high school..
that i learn
nothing of
value other
than two
of the three
R’s of ‘Rithmetic
and Reading and
truly graduating
like this with
little to no
ability
to oRate
or ‘rite
coherently
in creative thought
in output.. and even
after three degrees in
college the same dismal
report of school failing
me my basic humanity
of education as
multiple
choice is
enough then..
to pass me at
the top
of the
class…
THAT pArt of
education is
changing some..
but the ART of
Being Human
is nowHere
still in
the curriculum
of Westernized
schools from
moving.. connecting
to creating human
being Well NOW
with more than
Standard IQ
intelligences
that humans
are not
even evolving
for more or
less to begin
with except
for those cogs
in the machine
of walls of
society making
excess of comforts
in materialism way
possible as Zombies
grow larger in numbers..:)
Ah the beauty of the
inner monster.. the class clown..
the trickster.. the joker.. the sacred fool..
the inner being that does say free in so many words
of actions.. steps in human being that says wake
up crowd
and
step outside
the box
of
what you’re
used to
AS NEW
path
of
Freedom’s
Truth and Light..:)
Ah.. heArt a lit one.. warmer
yes.. in humid rivers flow..
no snow in North Florida
row.. but prison goes
up the hill a little
further in brick
story school..
to take
River
flow
away
eventually
freezing heArt
no longer wave
oh.. ocean blue
eyes i miss you
at 47.. but i flow
back to me at 55..
no signs of speed
limits for me..
i flow
i ride
i play
i pray
rivers
edge free
to waves
Ocean Blue
in i’s of I! now..:)
Joy
eYes..
romancing
emotions
moving connecting
creating flowing waves
ocean never ending..
so below.. a spark..
a light.. libido
never
ever
oceans
emotions
wheels of
Love
always
ending
words
below..
above
i LOVE
below
above
i
AM..:)
Ah.. mothers pride of children
like cubs of mother Lioness
step high step low
grow more
as Love
Flows..
in out
as tides
of dark
and Light..
a mix makes
birds buzz
and bees fly..:)
OH no.. and then
there’s work
and school
starts again..
and then
theRe’s
tires
and
re
tiring
life with
full rubber
on wheels of
life again.. a
Live we go
in golden
years
if
allowing
flow of
life
once
again..:)
Lynn.. of course write on course
it’s you again.. at the end
of this dVerse trail..
more and less..
and i never fail
to come again..
hehe.. and yes..
siblings alike
and all
homogenous
cultures tend
to get along
more than
different
abodes
but
different
rules now..
challenge of
eternity to
establish
rules
of compassion
and cooperation
wheRe different rules..:)
A sponge can hold much water..
float forever
on rivers
that move..
connect
to oceans
creating more..
but a sponge
that stills
in one
sink
of
dirty
water
grows
old with
mold before
ever truly creating more
absorbing ocean
instead
of just
one behavioral
sink.. and yeah..
there’s even a
link for
THAT..
smiles..
“Behavioral
Sink” on
Google..
ARE we
rats or
humans..
jury
hung
still
on THAT
chances
are both
and
lesson
learning
moving
connecting
creating
away from
sinks of US..:)
This time Sister..LYNN it is
hard to miss ya..
as we almost
tie at
19 for
me and
20 for you..
but i still
beat you
and expect
you to beat
me next time
as that is fair
enough
for me..
as tie
as well..:)
Ah yes.. the bell tolls for ending school..
and even larger Universities
where friendly eyes
too scared..
connections no
longer growing..
and oh NO WORK..
where all’s a dollar
so much easier
when doing it
with others
free even
with
restricting
school.. yes..
as much as i hate
school.. i miss the
friends more than
any restriction
of school..
and i
feel i
am far
from the
only one on that..
as Facebook friends
most often grow
with High Schools
past.. but nah..
i much too
weird
for them..
now..
but my
school now
is the world instead..:)
There is no schooling quite like the
schooling that is nature
abundant in
freedom of
curriculum of
life.. adding in the
ingredient of Unconditional
Love.. and school becomes
the child that still
feeds upon breast
of Love’s Milk..
where emotions
grow equally
free with
Intellect
too..
Village
always
raising
child before..
home schooling is
the way of hundreds
of thousands of years..
where brick
buildings
and other
mortified
structures
never
rule..
Free Education
Freest with
LOVE
of Village
home and
Family’s Loving
eYes.. allnowallone..:)
Ah.. greaTest thirst for anything in my life has been
the thirst for feeling.. granted exquisite ones
from birth but losing them
to knowledge ways
of robotic
mechanical
cognition being..
OH the LESSONS
OF LIFE LEARNING
well for me then..
THAT less than
70 standard IQ
emotional savants
are beyond measure
of intelligence for
ME
Moving..
Connecting
and Creating..
requiring DOING
moreover
thinking..
lesson
of many of
my less than
70 IQ
teachers
and mentors..
And of course
still major
measure
success in human
creativity making
children Loving
children..
at
any age
of being Well IN
Humanity’s NOw..:)
Child tiMe NOw reaLity
alArm clocks thEn
futURe illusiOn
human
kiNd
NOW
LiVes
ChiLd
eYes
REAL
Sch00l
noWinOW..:)
Oh.. my
goodness.. the
job of childhood speaks
trembling into adulthood
for me.. i always wonder
when will i learn how to well
learn speak.. after all.. my mother
and father do it so fluently.. so well..
ah.. but they never input like i do.. oh
to output is more than input before.. smiles..
and yes.. now i never ever.. no.. ever never shut UP..;)
Thanks Gabriella..
i needed this prompt..
smiles..:)
And
tears….
Ah.. yes.. my friend.. X.. as note above on the starting photo.. where My teacher Mrs. B for Bonner states on the earlier part of the school year.. the ‘Old Fred’.. and per the song by Jessie J.. above.. i go out and buy some weights.. and start health habits that last me the rest of my life.. and eventually in high school..
Gracie.. another one of my not so
well wishers from middle school..
comes up to me and tells me Fred..
you’ve really improved..
we are proud of you..
welcome to the human race..
in those words more or less..
And although my wish to have
a real girlfriend from Kindergarten
never materializes until
after high school..
i do not stop being nice with smiles..
and develop many close friendships..
and even one of the high school bullies who
announces me at the beginning of the Beta Club meeting.. who is then President of this club for nerds.. Welcome Ladies and Gentleman and Fred..and he later confides that you know what.. i can’t understand it..
you are everyone’s favorite person.. and yes.. he is talking about another Lynn.. who is my new best friend… who he has a crush on.. and she gives me her time as friend.. eating lunch with me everyday..
and trivia note.. we both tie at 11 out of
381 at the end of the high-school days..
And I always wish then that Lynn will be my girlfriend.. but First Baptist Girls only date First Baptist Boys.. and by then.. i am not part of any church at all.. except for the one out in nature.. but she calls me her best friend Fred and that is enough for me then.. as i don’t even know what sex is until sixteen years old.. and i don’t miss much.. as i Learn to Love girls for their personalities instead of T and A’s.. and the missing continent i know nothing at all about until after high school.. as Penthouse.. only gives an exterior view of that new horizon of feeling stuff in life…
Anyway.. during the period of my pain disorder.. i lose a lot of my long term memory.. with the emotions that leave me then.. and truly this entire blog has been therapy for me to regain my memories and humanity…
as i don’t think many people can possibly understand what it’s like to not even be able to remember if you ever smiled or belly laughed before.. as when emotions go.. there is no reference at all to any emotions as feelings are the reference point.. and not empty shells of words alone…
I spend today at an ophthalmologist office..
with those drops that dilate your eyes..
and a lot of time.. thinking about the
old days.. after i see this prompt..
and those feelings of sadness come back but more than
anything the joy of even being able to feel sadness.. as that is what makes us appreciate
Love as much as i do now.. for sure.. and truly without emotions it is
hard to feel GOD too.. so i AM BLESSED BEYOND BELIEF..
and i always hope my words or dance of life..
will help someone know and feel it is
okay to be different..
enjoy life as silly..
and be strong and courageous too…
I have lots of inspiration.. and I see my ‘old friend’ Murry again.. as he nears retirement as Athletic Director at the High School.. I have the joy of him meeting my still young looking wife in 25 years of marriage and reporting to him that yeah.. i become a Federal Military Installation Athletic Director and retire 5 or so years ago.. then.. when i see him.. and i tell him i just Write and Dance now.. for fun.. while my wife shops.. looking down at him from around 4 inches above.. 50 LBS or so plus in muscle.. and a bright white smile.. that defies his somewhat ‘older teeth’.. belly extending a little more.. and snow white hairs with the miles of life driven hard to get the biggest house on the block…
I have the biggest heArt..
That’s all that counts..
NOW
and
THEN..
SMiles..
and Lesson
for Infinity NOW
in my smAll view
of ALLTHATIS
AKA
GOD..:)
Yes.. Sherry.. ONE
thing LIFE Teaches
me WELL IS to Live IT
REAL and FULL..
and never ever
be afraid to
share it
100%
Real
as Truth and
Light and Dark..
and yeah.. modern science
even shows that humans are in
real empathy trouble as empirical
measures of college age adults
in ways of empathy are
decreasing at around
30 percent in the
last several
decades..
The Zombie Apocalypse
is a meme for reality
as humans
lose their
heArts
soUls
and spiRits..
and Truly the Internet
is a thriving place for Zombies
clear to see.. particularly on YouTube
as people have contests to see how
much of a Zombie in cruelness
to other humans they
can be.. the
best revenge
IS LOVE
LIVING
WELL IN
FLESH AND BLOOD..
BUT SADLY MANY FOLKS
WHO ARE BULLIED BECOME
THE BIGGEST BULLIES TOO..
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
IS MUCH MORE FUN..
WITH BIG SMILES
AS JOY..:)
Hi Gabriella.. I sure hope schools take it more serious
but at least where i live.. i know the children do not..
overall.. and with the Internet there are more ways
to bully young folks than ever before..
and the only way to stop that i think..
is if the children are taught to Tolerate..
and Accept differences among their peers..
and Love better and stand together
against bullies when no adults are looking..
i do see that now on the Internet more often..
particularly on the gay issue that has always been the last pariah..
of the lesser seen by others.. overall.. in the United States culture..
it is always inspiring to me.. when I see folks stand up for others..
and acknowledge and honor their full humanity
no matter how different from the
Vanilla norm.. they may be..
smiles..:)
Ah.. thanks so much hailee’s comma
for stopping by and providing those kind words of
appreciation for what i do here today.. and yes.. intense
non-stop focus staring directly into another person’s eyes when
speaking with them.. is considered inappropriate and potentially..
intimidating by standard norm of human cultural rules..
and technically also a clinical symptom in some
forms of Asperger’s/Autism along with
extreme empathy for some and little for others..
however for me.. i Love people and am simply absorbing
all of their soul as part of me through the windows of
what they are deepest inside.. and i guess since i
wear shades now.. it is not nearly as disarming.. as before..
some folks say please don’t look so deep.. i feel like you are
undressing my soul.. and sure i am.. and hoping for something
both light and fascinating.. but yes.. i can see the darkness
of souls too.. as there is much more than meets the eye alone..
in eye to eye contact.. for within.. is the history of infinity
of each unique soul.. just waiting for me to see..
given the opportunity of course..
and i will love it if more folks show
their eyes on the Internet as truly i want
to see that greatest expression of soul
that comes through windows of us..
when within looks outside..
with us watching..
just patiently
watching..
to
absorb it all..
as all watchers can
and will do.. smiles..:)
Yes.. hailee’s comma..
Oh my Jessie…
i am singing and
dancing off the same sheet
of music from ‘her’ too..
as she just wants
the world to dance..
as nicely illustrated ‘below’..
and it ain’t about the ba bling ba bling..
smiles.. coconut man.. moon head.. and P..;)
Hi Kanzensakura.. after this experience i am fortunate and sprout up to almost my entire height in middle school.. albeit still at around 120 LBS.. but still.. for some reason no one has ever attempted to actually physically abuse me in life.. and now that i can fight back with ease.. anyway.. i am still happy not to have to.. the best offense can be a greatest defense.. and with a martial arts exhibition here and there.. in public.. words and actions get around.. smiles.. and when anyone bumps into me in the bar.. they quickly say my bad man.. excuse me..
i believe in being able to defend oneself and not having to ever have to use those skills to actually hurt someone.. IF possible.. as those skills become more proficient with practice.. and yeah.. 930LBS of kicking power 1 inch from any target i choose in exhibition illustrates that nicely.. in 360 degrees of movement.. smiles..
But most importantly.. the actual practice of it provides mind and body balance in emotional regulation and sensory integration.. better cognitive executive functioning in focus and short term working memory.. all clinical symptoms of Autism.. and essentially the real life working cure for me.. that allows me comfort in my own skin..
And to make a stranger of a friend.. from the roughest looking bar dudes.. to the fairest of them ‘all’ in dance.. smiles again.. i wanna connect with everyone.. and fearless pays that due.. in real flesh and blood life too..
And yeah.. overall.. school is insane in many ways.. as it teaches us to be cogs in an efficient working machine for the materialism excesses of culture.. and rarely to even be human again..
And this is my favorite song for that reality..
as i too become the logical one.. the clinical one..
then.. as culture decides.. i will then.. but nah.. i follow the
True Wild and Free ONE NOW.. THE GOD OF
no limitations or expectations as FREE..
knowing and most importantly FEELING SaMe..:)
Thanks Lynn.. and truly looking back on it..
some of it is silly now.. with adult eyes..
but of course so confusing then.. and yes.. i always want to see my friend Lynn again.. and of course Charlie too in heaven as that may be the case.. somewHere now then.. now.. and last class reunion.. i am a shut-in with illnesses and cannot go.. but certainly i will go to the next one.. which will be the 40th class reunion in 2018.. God willing.. of course.. smiles.. and thanks my friend Lynn.. two or three.. or however many friendly Lynns.. i meet in life..:)
Yeah.. Mary.. truly.. compared to losing Charlie.. i didn’t care what those kids did to me.. as long as my dog was okay.. but truly the memory of Charlie is what also helped me to get back from real human hell of no emotions for those 66 months of that beyond any human hell i can imagine before.. so yeah.. Charlie’s death as dark as it was then.. is still a light of my life.. and sacrifice for
that life of Charlie that continues in my eyes..
i don’t hold humans as any higher as Love as any other being..
they are ALL worthwhile as Nature IN 100% Love and Respect..
and my cats continue to teach me that lesson well..
Yellow Boy has Feline Leukemia but
Love makes an immune system
as strong as it can be.. and as much as Yellow Boy
is Loved that will be the medicine for him that no medicine from
Vet can bring.. other than that same Love from Vets who are
most often that Loving too.. with all animals as well..:)
Ah.. yes.. Marina Sofia.. in the Poet world and Artist World..
and even any World where there are achievers that break out of boxes there are often these stories of dark and bullying in childhood of those who use this darkness to inspire greater Artistic Light.. but then sadly there are the others.. the bullied who go on to extend the vicious cycle and become bullies more..
BUT ART WINS OUT
IN LOVE.. OF
HUMAN
EYeS..:)
Yeah.. bullying Sucks Claudia but as the following music video nicely illustrates in ‘Radioactive’ way there is a rising tide of opposition.. namely ART and LOVE that in TSunAmi Form IS washing away the residue of Darker ways of human beings.. some folks call it THE New Age..
THE Illuminati.. THE Real ONE about Truth and Light
and not the fake one that folks twist Just like Jesus’
teaching to repress human nature and oppress
others in domination through illusory fears
of subjugation and oppression..
Anyway.. pioneers from Jesus to most unlikely candidates
like Aleister Crowley are predicting this phenomenon for Centuries and Years..
and surely when an African American becomes President of the United States.. and a Woman is about to enter those doors too.. those are sealing signs of a new age of Art IN Love’s Freedom.. in ALL the COLORS that comes in..
and perhaps when a Gay President comes that will be the Seventh Seal of the Kingdom Jesus is speaking of when Love your neighbor as yourself with complete tolerance and acceptance of human differences becomes more than a rule and just a talking point to muse..
BUT the Dance of
Life that comes in
real flesh and
blood human
steps..
But yeah.. then there is Donald Trump who truly stands as a symbol for what most of the folks of my Local First Baptist towering church IS.. when folks enter my River Town.. SEE standing HIGH and LOW at core.. a clique.. a group of human beings.. where they SAY THEY ARE GOD’s chosen.. few..
and the others can wait behind a wall of division.. of true Anti-Christ Mission.. exemplified Ironically so.. in almost ludicrous clarity.. for anyone who can see through all the selfish serving lies of individual or group.. with real Truth and Light of Jesus eYes of Human Nature and the God of Nature as well..
BUT yes.. Tribal Instinct is pArt of GOD and Human Nature too.. and even this Anti-Christ Nature too.. and the solutions are any solutions that help to make the World ONE Tribe where all humans are tolerated.. accepted into
THAT UNIVERSAL TRIBE..
and of course the
first step of that is a
Dance of MOVING..
CONNECTING.. AND CREATING..
SAME STUFF THAT TRIBES OF OLD USE
TO ESTABLISH SHARING CONNECTIONS
AMONG STRANGERS OF SEPARATE TRIBES..
AND THE BACK BONE OF
THAT NOW… IS
INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY
AND LINES OF COMMUNICATION
THAT CONTINUE TO MOVE AND SPREAD
AROUND THE WORLD.. WHERE PEOPLE
FIND THAT YES.. WE ARE ALL ALIKE AT
CORE.. SHARING.. LOVING.. HUMAN
BEINGS WHEN SET FREE
IN COMMONALITIES
INSTEAD
OF
SEPARATING
DIFFERENCES
AND SURELY
DANCE IS
A UNIVERSAL
LANGUAGE THAT
WORKS FOR OUR ANCESTORS
AND CAN WORK NOW.. IF THAT
REVIVAL
CONTINUES
IN THE
WORLD
OF ART
MY FRIEND..
And SPORTS of ALL
KIND are certainly
part of that Tribal
Dance of one that
binds all together..
particularly Soccer
it seems as ALL
WORK to
MOVE THE
BALL TOWARDS
THE SAME
GOAL..
OF
ONE
NET
OF LOVE..
SOFTER AND
MORE LOVING
OF COURSE
THAN
AMERICAN
STYLE
FOOT
BALL
AND
no wonder
why.. truly..
as WE continue
to evolve OURONE
FEAT OF LOVE..:)
Ah.. yes Bjorn.. so often the medicine for bullying is the Love of Togetherness and all ways of Moving Imagination and in Connections of Creation Activity that come to rescue us from Bullies of Life.. from Cats and Dogs to books and brushes of painting human life Renewing Love as Creativity..:)
Ah yes.. so true Sumana Roy that human bullying is a crime and ‘they’ are most always in a Gang and Cowards in numbers.. and the saddest part perhaps of my bullying in the middle ages of school.. is that the one thing in common that almost
ALL of the bullies have in numbers (:Ha! ‘they’ have no idea then.. they are dealing with a budding Anthropologist/Psychologist/Sociologist/Health IN ART Scientist.. eventuAlly degreeING in UNIversITy of West Florida as such;)
IS the supporting ideology and human Arms
of the giant First Baptist Church in my local area..
And i without my ‘Robert Conrad’.. ‘Wild Wild West’ looking ‘James West’.. Law Enforcement officer (46 years in total terms of that) patriarchal influencing Father.. i am raised by Love dripping with the estrogen of an almost total female matriarchal influence from birth.. just seeing my father twice a year.. trying to quickly imitate that gender role.. BUT that doesn’t work.. obviously.. as i become soft as estrogen and matriarchy will Love..
And I have no clue what this First Baptist Patriarchy thingy is that I must imitate to become one of the MALE crowd then.. and i become a very androgynous looking human at that time that is soft smiling and moving contradicting all the rules of the First Baptist patriarchy fueled by homophobia.. and hate of anything that moves outside the First Baptist BOX of exclusion..
Sadly church is the core sin of bullying in my town.. then.. and sadly still.. just a few years ago.. the most prominent Local Radio so-called Christian Evangelist in my town is still promoting the ideology that ‘homosexual behavior’ is demon possessed with
his so-called Christian Manager of the Radio Station suggesting
that so-called Welfare MOTHERS SHOULD BE STERILIZED
BY LAW AFTER THE FIRST CHILD IF THEY
EXPECT TO STAY ON SO-CALLED WELFARE..
I am spitting nails listening to THAT but far too weak then with illness to confront face to face.. but still as weak as i am behind a computer with barely a voice to speak.. I confront the Preacher and Radio Station Manager online.. and both truly never do that again.. on Radio Air.. as far as I know now..
WORDS are powerful sWORDS..
much more powerful than my feet that now press half a ton
twenty five times.. and can hypothetically kick most ‘evil butt’..
one on one.. but nah.. I WiLL use Art of Words instead
of feat of physical harm.. and on top of that
I enjoy my freedom..
and do not want
to go to jail.. smiles..:)
Hi Glenn.. i still am amazed that i get away free from any beatings
on me.. or any significant fear of that.. but oh the
story different for friends as close as wife..
as my pretty little wife poor with no church
‘rich’ friends behind her in school..
is terrified every
day in school
that literally
mean
girls
are gonna
kill her dead..
they still
don’t
like her
for the same
beautiful reasons..
but nah.. she still thinks
it is just ’cause she was poor..
but that is no competition for
the boys.. as mean girls
continue to beat
the nice
and pretty
ones down..
If only ‘they’
realize real
beauty comes
from
within..
and flourishes
until death do
us
pArt..:)
Haha! Victoria obviously i ramble more.. as i am never
one to fit in holes.. except
for rabbit
ones
that never
go
one
way only..
i am a forked
road with
unlimited
roads
that go..
and there is
no individualized
plan that works
for me.. except
me.. and truly
these
avenues
of World
connections
provide more
avenues for US
who fit in no
wholes
round
or square
we are
PI flowing
in PHI
way..
with numbers
never ending
into Infinities
Truth and LigHT..:)
83,498
ANYWAY AGAIN.. IT’S 2:30 PM CENTRAL TIME now.. and now
i shall embark iNJOY oF poeticAlly responding
to 47 pieces of poetry on the
dVerse Online Poetry PUB
site.. and that is gonna
be fun.. perhaps long..
but never the LESS
F.U.N..:)
Ironic Karmic
COMMENT..
LOVE IT..
and no
surprise..
my comments
are never approved
there butt..
But anyway..
Brilliant
Poem..
Poems
that are shallow
are fun but deep
is whEre i Love to
go MOST.. as Deepest
Oceans house the most
eclectic electric creatures
and you Bjorn..IN this way..
often take me tHere my kind
friend.. when i too see deeper
with yoUr eyes that we all can
potentiAlly attempt to share..
but anyway.. back to your
Poem.. yes.. Life.. a
road.. a long road
to end.. a means
establishing so
far to meet
an end..
but truly
the eyes of a child
not yet captured by
a culture that ends
can
mean
Life
aGain..:)
Travelers all we are
journeying a life
of pleasing
dis
ease..
goodbyes are
best met with
future hellos
no matter
travelers
go
with
us
Now..:)
Endings are best
following blue
skies
in
my
being..:)
So true for those that have difficulty connecting to
a child of mind.. may hide a darker side
that cannot connect
to a play of life..
there is nothing
sharper hanging
than
knife
poking
a strung
around
heArt
that no
longer
plays
with
children’s
eyes.. and
yes if i know
someone like
this i might
feel
the same
in fact
i can
relate
to it
as cats
purr old
knives
and rope
tales of
discontent
hidden by
bottles
and purrs…
GenerAlly
speaking
Dog people
Love children
smiles.. i feel
this is not about
you my friend..;)
Ah.. yes.. eye
says so
much
more
than
I..:)
Just to be clear..Feeling..
Friend kanzensakura..
i never express
WHAT A poem
means for
the person
who writes
it.. only
how it
makes
me feel..
i am not
educated
enough or
educated at
all in poetry
to offer any
thing else
but my
personal
feelings
of
INSPIRATION
in response..
with smiles..
in other words..
i will never attempt
to tale you anything
about how you ‘see’ the
world.. but of course my
view is valid as well.. smiles..
for
only
me in
MY Being..:)
Boots Struggling
changing few shoes
comforTing
conSoling
liGhtiNg Feat..
greaTest
Artists
histoRinGinG
Lore wear
worn
boots
IN tatteRings
Shoeless Blue NOW..:)
Ah.. to make a Cookie
a leave of Grass
a Cathedral
a Planet
and ALL
Sacred as
one can
make IT
Be.. IS to Live
Sacred and Worthy
of a Prayer for NOW..:)
Ah.. Patriarchy
feeling silence
‘tween sire
and sons..
where Fear
replaces
Love and
Force Desires
moves past
Tender
Loving
hands..
if ‘Barry
Manilow’
is a cowboy
nothing changes
as ships of sires
and sons
still
pass while
listening
for Siren
Songs..:)
And what a wonderful
world we live in
now.. where
if someone
does not understand
what A ‘Barry Manilow’
is they can Google
it with quote
marks.. but
i guess
i should
hyperlink
for ease..
but
nah..
culture is
already too
dam functionally
disabling to make it
MORE maniLOW
instead of
maniHIGH..
NO Google
for THAT..
smiles..;)
Amazing in life how truly dark
stories become Sparkling
Light musing
feelings to
come and find..
i cherish my
dark memories
and sometimes
wish i can
remember
more..
as the
dark challenge
may eventuAlly
Sparkle Most
in Dreams of Life
come fruitiOn wITh
SparKing LIgHT..:)
ComiNg back to place of challenge
wiTh fresh eYes.. seeinG deTails
greater mindful awareness
relaxing eyes
see more of
what IS theRe..
PooL of Life IS
Larger without
swimming lessons
FixinG strokes clock..:)
Old towns on small highways..
Business goes..
withering away..
people staying
separating
inside..
outside..
all around
but online
is no end
for some
who
otherwise
will be
separated
again..:)
A Poet’s House of Brick
Can stand a treat or trick
A Muse.. a Line Fine Brine
Salty Sea of Ocean Brew
i am Free.. i am NO TooL..:)
A Book.. A Radio.. A TV
Black and White..
Color comes..
Brighter and
Sharper ones..
VCR’s will then
record IT
all.. And
tape decks
too.. And
next a
promise
of HDTV
BUT computers
beat THAT to the
PUNCH.. CARD
and
next thing ya.. Oh!
nO.. the Internet
Destroys ‘ALL’ OF THAT
IN INTERACTION WAY
OF PEN PALS
ACROSS
A NEW
GLOBE
HIVE
ALIVE..
FINaLLY
HUMANITY’s
POTENTIAL
HAS A VOICE
OF
ONE..:)
Silent Pens..
Silent Words..
World FULL of Input..
Working Responsibilities..
Culture full of STUFF..
and then theRe is
RealiTy
and noNe
of THAT
wHere Pens
and Words
rule
heArt
of
US
as wEll
as eYes
of Flesh and Blood
Moving.. Connecting.. SpiRit
Creating We for NOW
Mind and Body
Balancing SoUls..
Then again..
for most tHere
IS Alarm Clock
illusion
of some
thing
else..:)
Rebornevernow..
neverbe
bornordie
@ALL
sosAd
soMe
neVerLiVe
@ALL
nOrLife
noRDeath
onLy
CoffiNow..:)
Couch Potatos
eating brothers heArt..
other family members..
and friends.. Hungry
Couches.. Eat
Poor Moving
Connecting
Creating
SpiRit
where
inPut
rules
and oUT
put never goes..
to eat a balancing
meal of mind
and body
soUL..:)
For me.. to bless the dead
is for them to live
on in eyes of
words in
dance
of
Life..
Love
never ends
this way
for a
soul
that
never
dies
in eYes
of LOVE..:)
Oh M G..! Jewel Grey..! This is IT..! tHIS forGETTING
sonG..! and oneFEELS Christina Perri
SinGs NOT of thiS worLd..
if one sinGs.. a soNg..
anothEr
voice of
ancestors
comes through
theRe is magic
beholding
eYes
of GOD
Dancing
Slowly
in an empty
room.. wHere
another voice
comes
deep
within..
sometimes
THAT Voice
is VERY
DEEP
and often
AngeLic
CelTic
hiGh..
wherEver spiRit
Flows within
above
below
outside
all around
WE who
travel
wITh
gHost
beFore
REAL
SPIRiT
NoW
heARt
BREAKs
OUT
SPIrIT
wE
RISE
AgAIN
SUN’S
PHOENIX
NEvER
DIES
VOICES
GOD
WHERe
VOCAL
CHORDS
BIRD
HEAVEN
FLyS
GLOwING
SOLoING
LOvING
I’M RUNNING
OUT OF WORDS
I’M
THERE.. OH
GOD! i’M THErE
AgAIN.. SaME
PLACE
RAvING
DANcING
SPINnING
FLOwING
MELtING
GOD
IS
IN
ME
NOwGOD!
i DO SO
want otHeRs
JUSTOFEEL
GOD
ONCE
JUST
ONCE
JUST
ONCE
ALiVE
iNUS..:)
NO liFe
heArt
places
wHere
Love
never
borns
aLive..
Love liVes
in those
born alive..
dies in
those
other
lives..
ashes
cigarette LVE..:)
A little detoUr
to HelL and NirvAna
and NOW
back to
‘HOW DEEP
IS YOUR LOVE’..;)
A sliver of heaven are
we.. darker realities
abound in
simple
Universe
flow of creation
and destruction
as star
explosion
dust
we
flow..
spiraling
Galaxy
Suns
are
we..
reflecting
ALLTHATIS..:)
Well.. it used to be that
diamonds are a
girl’s best
friend but
i KNOW
some
girls now
won’t
mind
a boob
‘com
pli
ment’
poweR
of eYes
often
beat
words..
smiLes..
and my
favoRite
pArt are
GIRL’S EyES..:)
Lots of Love
i most often
find
dance
beats
words
and silence
as dance
can
be
softer
than
silence..:)
Stories of Numerology tale
that some folks completing
all levels of earthly
task can come
back and enjoy
the Cloud
or shoot
for the
heavenly
Star
with
Angel
Guns
and THOSE
GUNS are
a draw for me..:)
Shorter days
crave lighter
feels
of
longer
eyes
of
Flowing
Creation
Activity
Now
’til
day break
reigns once
again LONG..:)
Sometimes a simple
LUST for LIFE
beats
thinking
about IT
@ALL..:)
And that’s
coming from
someone writing
11 million words
in 57 months@ALL..;)
And sometimes the
miNd has feelings
that kNow no
words.. as
heArt.. ex
presSing
SpirIT
as SonG
of SoUL
and people
like to say
that GOD’s
got a thiNg
for words..:)
Oh.. Love.. scatTered
aBout in 40,000
pieCes in Albert
Hall..
or a
Beatles
Song of
Aggman
and Walrus
SHells..
i
sup
pose
INnate
INstinct
and INtuition
will find a way
to put HumPty
DumPty togetHeR
again with ALL sand
and water as silt whiTe
glue.. Loving Green HAM
eggs and ham again.. eggs
spoken by True Prophet EGGS
of Beatle Men and Doctor Seuss..
Hmm.. oh! my rabbit HOLE form looks
better than the furry filling within NOw.:)
A place of life
so deep
in cotton
BALL
coffin
grey
where
paper
like existence
knows only
time and
feeling no
longer
exists
@ALL..
where
every
second
of life
is a thousand
years of dying
with no senses.. feeling..
IN liVing vamPire death..
and tHEY Say it is OnLY JUsT..
a mYth.. tHey lie.. thEy lie.. LiE
ThEY
LiE..:)
Pain Fire Fear
where is bottom
fall.. where
do rocks
fall
where
bottom
lies
where
do we
go
when
bottom
lies
a
way
up
no hope
no faith
no nothing
just will
just
will survive
as all who
cast down
get here now..:)
Magician lives
waiting
sinking
rising
falling
making
Life
Again..
Magic
heArt
singing spiRit
dancing mind and
body souls balancING
Living Light Living Love
Magic Feat
step
beat
again..:)
Truly amazing most animals
walk with shores
as Life
and most
only
humans
walk
against
shores
as death..
And humans
think.. and
humans
think
think
thINk
lost..
losing
lost…
waiting
for waves
to come back
AS Ocean of LOVE..:)
Executive Officer
of ship on land
tales.. oh
GOD THAT ‘Walker’
Janitor.. the black
man with an
IQ of less
that stellar
is FiN so
dam Happy…
Oh the ignorance
of knowledge grows
as sadness fills a
shell well HELL
And A Ghost
Dance
Grows
ON..
wITh ancestors
sinGiNG LaLa..La..La..La..La
La..LaLa.. i frigging heArtED
you so..then and always now..:)
Love.. River that seems
to grow more softly
than strongly
where
gentle
streams
spread Twinkle Lights
in eYes.. and LOUDer
EYES.. WAVES Flood
over flowing
drown Chalice
Loving
Peace..:)
Of all the hardships.. toils and troubles
of humans one thing stands true
brighter than most others..
the sun still shines
on all of
darker
and lighter
human fate..:)
Oh a dream
a faucet
a cup
that
never
runneth
less than
full as pumping
waters love to homes
of life.. oh what we take
for granted in what our
ancestors and some
still do suffer
for just
a drop
of what
we have..:)
Ah.. yes.. when even
a purr can be
a demand
to FEED
MEnOW
I AM YOUR
ALARM
CLOCK
FOR
ME..
smiles
cats can
get away
with anything
just by purring
a word
of
Truth
and
heArt..:)
An older cat for me.. where chest
does not seem to rise
or fall.. paws
for pause
a breath
desire
for furry
Love
flux
next
heart
beat alive
RELIEF..:)
If only i have a dime
for every time
i attempt
to explain
what
i am
all on
about
to my wife
when she says
no.. just stop..
i cannot take
it anymore
that might
explain
Y thEre
are 11 million
pieces of
me here
all over
the online
place..
i could sure
make some
calls on
phone
booths
of old
and
ONES
OF NEW..;)
HAHA!.. well..
at least wITh me..
when you wish
for comments
be careful what
you wish for..
for some..
be
afraid..
be
very afraid..
smiles with
due satire..
and i shortened
aVersion of this
as well for NOW..;)
Tuning stations of
human mind and
body in balance..
Creation Activity
of Nature’s way
social cognition
with humans too..
office work UGH
and mechanical
cognition death
of human
heArt..
expresSing
emotion
as human
spiRit
well
bal
ance
soUl
in mind
and body
balance..
a simple
equation
of Yin
and Yang
that still passes
any test of science so far
for human being well being..:)
Oh God yes.. the greaTest Sin
of the lies of human
perfection fostered
first by sidewalks
of life.. and weed
killer to slay
the wildest
dandELIONS
of human
beings too..
i go by the
Jack London
rule book of
human.. practice
free and you will
be set free..
walk on
sidewalks
and they
will rule
US..:)
Well.. for me at least
the answer is SO simple
as to why for decades
i feel like a two-dimensional
human being.. i simply
never move all
around
limiting
both
my brain
and body
to smaller
metaphor
of less than
three dimensions..
and yes.. this applies
to most stuff human
Life.. use it or lose
IT applies to all
stuff seen
and unseen
with human
beinGs
ALLISPRACTICE..:)
Oh rules rules rules..
i for one love this
poem and
in fact
when i
read
poems
i rarely
notE
who writes
them.. i FEEL
seriously.. it’s
the FEEL
that counts
and Sharing
Truth and
LIGHT
is
the
bottom
LINE..
but yeah..
i am the most
LIBERAL PERSON
ON THE EARTH AND
SO IS JESUS.. THEN..
but yeah.. unlike then we
have 100% of me and only
18% of what he dOES and
i am no one special
just a servant/
SOLDiER
of GOD
like him
that will
be STEAMING
FRIGGING MAD
TO KNOW THAT
FOLKS WORSHIP
A MAN MORE
THAN
GOD..
oh yeah..
i tales
it as
THE TRUTH
AND LIGHT
TOO for NOW
as the Kingdom
of Heaven is
ALREADY
HERE
NOW..
Smiles..
and welcome
to a dVersity
of Poetry
folks..
but don’t
worry.. i am
the only
‘strange’
one
here
and
yeah
SO IS
Jesus too..
THEN.. AND
YES i can
say that
with
confidence
as history
shows the
same
for
all
folks
who walk
as TRUTH
AND LIGHT
numbering
in
thou
sands..
maybe
MIL
LIONS..
as GOD’s
unknown
Servants
and Soldiers..:)
There is enough food
in the world
but nearly
NOT enough
Love.. particularly
among those so-called
folks committed
to Loving
neighbors
as their self
which certainly
has no borders
at
ALL..:)
Ah yes.. and if we can INK
everyone like
this without
worry
of JEALous
LOVE
then
the world
will turn
in LOVE..:)
In all shapes and sizes
of humanity
heArt
PeNny
under WILL
and Tracks
of LOVE
WILL
NOT
diSappear
as Long
as Tender
coIn of
Loving
CARE..:)
Ah to be truly born in Nature having
the opportunity to sense and feel
all of IT WitH
potential human
feelings and senses
is a sure place of
connectedness
with Nature and
US and
co-pilots
of LIFE
AND LOVE
wITh GOD aS WELL..:)
YES! finished with
dVerse for now..
with an
additional
poem from
Mr. X
and one from
‘new’ poet
“Jewel Grey”..
making a Grand
Total of Poetic
expressions in
response to 47..:)
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Hi my Friend X again.. and yes.. this stuff about a singularity
ain’t got nothing to do truly with making human into
machine.. it is just the opposite of making
machine back into human
again.. and much
of that is because
of the repression and
oppression of human nature
in the last 12,000 years or so
after the forager age goes mostly
away for humans and instead of living
within.. the greater human potentials
in all innate.. instinct.. and intuition
way.. ‘they’ become an extension
of their tools in written
words.. collective
intelligence
and
All the materialistic
BY Product tools
of human
who loses
tHeir
TRUTH AND
LIGHT GIFTS OF
GOD WAY.. AND
SUCCUMB TO THE
NEW RULES OF MEN
WHO ARE ALL PlUSSED
UP SELFISH COLLECTING
INSTEAD OF THE
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH AND
PASSIONATE
LOVE
OF ALL
SHARING!..
BUT ANYWAY
I AM WILD AND FREE
AGAIN AS YOU kNOW
WITH THE ABILITY
TO BALANCE
LOVE IN
WITH THAT
FOR DUE MASTERY
OF THE YIN AND
YANG OF MY
HUMAN CONDITION!..:)
Hmm.. four more poetic entries
to dVerse DOT COM to make a
total 51.. including THE
Infamous
Jewel Grey
at number last..
so i have 4
more poetic
responses
to pursue
following
NOW..;)
Shadow nights
of cold gone
past.. Winters
chill alone
home
a
lone..
wHere
ColdeST..:)
Love spells
pain
at its
highest
Levels
as just
another
4 letter
word
that
tales a Truth..:)
Ah yes.. Golden
Age.. no matter
years.. but
dream
NOW
Living
Truth
in
ACTION..:)
I like the form.. and the
fact that is all
yoUrs in
feeling life
U turns
escaping
in
to
LOVE..:)
Hi C.C.. thanks for dropping by with those kind words.. and some folks suggest i am so open.. my brains are gonna fall out.. but nah.. they are on the ‘pages’…
I think.. FEEL humans are STILL EVOLVING TO Share..
And i admit for decades i totAlly
forget how..
Now…
i remember
and my dream
of being like
my orating
elders
is at
least
on pageS..
And unlike Oral Tradition
IT is built to Last AND FIRST with Servers..;)
AND ANYWAY every time i see your user name i am reminded
of ‘this song’.. when affection is part of the
music scene in the 70’s.. now music
is hard driving and mostly
not soft like this
but yes.. i for
one Rave Dance
but i for one
am still as
soft inside
as i am
in the 70’s
and i’m not
sure how to
revive that
but i’m
gonna
try..
smiles..
and yes.. THANKS
to YouTUBE
i
CAN
JUST
DO
IT
NOW…
BIG BOYS DON’T
CRY.. BIG BOYS
DON’T CRY..
YES..
THEY
just DO IT..:)
10CC.. IS
CORRECT..:)
Hi M.. that is so kind of you to stop by with
that Powerful word of appreciation..
for so many years i am
so weak in words
my only
response
to what ya been
doing is two words..
working working..
Well that’s
still True..
i never get
payment of
even one Google
Advertising Penny
for all of this..
but i for one
Work for Love
and THAT IS
THE MOST POWERFUL
HUMAN FORCE IN THE
UNIVERSE.. IN FACT
IT IS THE
FORCE..
AND NOT
NECESSARILY
JUST THE TOUCHY
FEELY KIND OF
LOVE EITHER..
YES the Unconditional
Tough Passionate
FORCE THAT
also
MOVES
CONNECTS
AND CREATES
Meteors
through
SPACE
UNTIL ‘ThEY’
MAKE A BIG
CRASH AND OR SPLASH
OR AND JUST DISSIPATE
AS COSMIC DUST UNTIL
THEY COME AGAIN..;)
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Through Sickness and Health
‘TILL death do us part..
THAT’S a hell of a vow.. for humans who understand the value
of sticking together.. and truly that’s how i feel about all people..
but few can make it through the darkest of human days together…
Looking at these two people.. it might be hard to imagine the fact
AND FEELING that this woman experiences BEFORE a person living
in her home.. that is living in the REAL DARKNESS OF human hell
IN Life for 66 months.. but those days are the
BLACKEST of all.. and these days are the brightest
ones in Heaven’S LIGHT.. NOW.. I can ever imagine
BEFORE.. but THIS NOW HAS nothing to do with material goods..
IT IS ALLOVE in MOVING.. CONNECTING.. AND CREATING..
AND BY God i do NOT even need human clothes for THAT..
i am equipped from birth for THAT.. ALL NATURAL..
ALL GOD GIVEN.. IN INNATE.. INSTINCTUAL AND
INTUITIVE STYLE.. WHERE THE LOVE I HOLD
IS WITHIN AND THE LOVE I EXPRESS CAN BE
AS SIMPLE AS A KISS OR DANCE OF MOVING
CONNECTING CREATION ACTIVITY..
BUT ANYWAY.. i am in the MOOD TO EXPRESS
STUFF ABOUT LOVE.. AND THAT IS WHeRE I WILL GO NEXT…:)
Ah.. yes.. Love a concept..
a feeling.. an action.. rarely
defining Love saMe..
Oh.. no.. Love a Muscle.. and as all stuff
human.. one on one must be developing
and using across the Life
span to become
strong
enough
to
Walk in Love..
Love a Mother
WHO can replace
no other.. whethEr
innate or helping
breast of
wet Nurse
felt..
There is no
Joseph
Jesus
or Mary
without
Mary
a Mother
of Love
Gay Father
or whOMEVER
moves.. creates
and connects
a Human
heArt..
feeling
emoTiOn
And expresSing
SpiRit sAme
as miNds
and bodYs
in humans
Balancing
Love
as
REAL soUl
Love is reAlly
compliCatiNg
simpLing
too..
WE need
a requiring
classArt ever
year now
LOVE 101..:)
Haha.. X.. yes.. the Forrest Gump of Dance
Walking am i.. and a ‘strange’
Lady.. at Church Hugs me
out of the Blue
coming back
from communion
and i wonder why
and hours later
i think.. THAT’S
right
I ASKED
FOR IT..
FREE HUGS
FROM A WOOKIE..
yeah.. i’m sated
on Humor
T-shirts
with
frigging
two closets
full.. yeah.. literally
about four hundred..;)
Just stopped by to read the rest of the comments.. as OH my GOD you are so worth reading again.. in fact this.. my first two stop.. just for fun.. on the dVerse trail ever.. where Word Press doesn’t clue me in on a response back to me.. something about your.. mind.. so open.. so fresh.. in fact.. and feeling.. a breath of fresh air… today’s Jewel Grey..
And so helpful to me lately..
IN what i am reAlly doing here..
And i want you to FEEL
how much i appreciate
that friend.. particularly
that last song.. with
Ms. Perri.. Life..
LOVE.. LIGHT..
so many hidden
meanings
JUST
waiting
to
ESCAPE..:)
The Piano is a wonderful gift
to express emotions that flow
so gracefully and powerfully
through fingers of
LOVE
And
PASSiON
516
And ‘this song’.. I’ll be ‘Right Here’
Waiting for You
is the
gift
of
Piano i Play
for my wife
Katrina in our forming
yEar.. toGETher..;)
Yeah.. that’s the
way
it
works
literAlly
TO get her..
Love is a Competition..
a Game..
a
Joy
a
Mix
of Pain
as Well..
when it comes to
a bond for a lifetime..
friendship is easy breezy
at least for me..
but for some
reason
it
seems
i more always wanna
be friends than the folks
i befriend.. and the world
is busy..
i understand
the limitations
that i no longer have..
as Lord knows and feels
there is no time for that when
i live in the rat race of culture that
is overwhelming to me where i no
longer even have the energy
left to connect
to
Katrina… We live in a very sad world..
where all the responsibilities of an ever growling
growing complex culture
BASICALLY
SNUFFS
OUT
THE FLAME
HUMAN
LOVE..
But one thing I know for sure that is as true before as it is now..
is that our emotions are regulated and our senses are
integrated in the Art of Movement
and the more imagination
and creativity
that
comeS
wITh THAT..
the greater the desire
and connecting
POWER
making friends
WHEREVER ONE
MAY GO IN THIS LIFE..
FOR ME THE ELIXIR OF LOVE
IS A GRACEFUL DANCE
WHERE
i
BECOME
GRAVITY
AS WIND..
AND THE SPIRIT OF PRO-SOCIAL
EMOTION RISES IN NUANCES OF BEAUTY
IN BEING THAT BEFORE I CANNOT IMAGINE
EXISTS.. BUT IT DOES.. IT IS NOT SOMETHING
SOMEONE CAN MEASURE THROUGH
SCIENCE AS THERE ARE FEELINGS
OF EMOTIONS THAT
ARE AS
REAL
AS THE NOSE ON MY FACE
THAT I NEVER FEEL BEFORE
THAT EMPOWERS LOVE IN ME
LIKE NOTHING BEFORE..
AND THE SAD
TRUTH IS
IT
IS
A
TOTally different DIMENSION
OF LOVE IN LIFE
THAT I
CLEARLY
UNDERSTAND
SOME FOLKS
MAY NEVER
EXPERIENCE
IN ThEIR LiFE..
AS THESE DIMENSIONS
OF FEELING CONNECTING
LOVE WITH THE DESIRE
TO CONNECT
CONTINUES
TO
GROW AS LONG
AS MY BODY
AND
MIND
CONTINUE TO BALANCE
IN A GRACEFUL IMAGINATIVE
CREATIVE FLOW
OF
DANCE IN
LIFE..
THeRE
ARE NO LESSONS
JUST INNATE INSTINCT
AND INTUITION AND OF COURSE
PEOPLE WILL THINK AND FEEL IT LOOKS
STRANGE AS WE LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE ALL
IS LESSONS AND
TRULY
WE
ARE
NOT
FREE
UNTIL WE
FIND WITHIN
THE POWER TO
MOVE
CONNECT
CREATIVELY
AS ALL STUFF
GOD
MOVES THROUGHOUT
THE ART OF UNIVERSAL
DANCE..
SOUND
OR
SONG..
AND
THE
DARK THAT COMES
FIRST AND THE LIGHT
THAT SPRINGS OUT
THAT
EVENTUaLLY
MAKES THE POTENTIAL
LOVE
OF
US
A
REALITY
NOW..
THERE IS NO TIME LIKE
THE PRESENT TO LOVE
NOW..
AND THERE IS NO
PRESENT
LIKE NOW TO JUST START
MOVING.. CONNECTING..
CREATING
A LOVE THAT
WILL EVENTUaLLY
BALANCE
THE WORLD
AS ONE HUMAN
CONNECTS TO ONE
HUMAN
AND
THE
!FORCE!
OF
!LOVE!
!1000..MOVESNOWCONNECTINGCCREATINGNOWMOVES..1000!
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Ugh..
privatized oblivion..
ugh.. private anything.. but yeah..
too many NAkED humans can be scary..
but no.. humans are not evolving to shut down inside caves
without moving.. connecting.. and creating.. and yeah.. THAT moving..
connecting.. and creating.. thingy.. is getting kinda preachy too.. i guess.. but peAches kINg and crEme.. lie as truTh in the human toUch.. and to reach out of obliviOn is to liVe.. i trY the cave.. i lOOkwIThinK.. but the answer is still IN
the human touch
of
FEELInG
LOVE..:)
And now thEre is THE
HiVE of visualiziNg
oNe triBe..
7 BilliOn
humans
but not
getting
too close
for comfort..
God works
mysteriOUs
BEES ways..
as we miNd
our own
Birds
WAX
and share
some honey
with others
along the
path
of
BEES
who LoVE
as DrOnes
are
QUEEN..:)
But anyway.. us BEES drones
and Queens have a smell
for pollen and making
hoNey.. as biRds fLy
and whEn we worK
toGEThEr
tHe
GLOBAL
ALL AROUND
INSIDE OUTSIDE
ABOVE SO BE
LOW
HiVE
DOES
COME
ALiVE!..
And that’s my
tWo senSe
for n0w
my old and
new friend
jewel grey..;)
X..
A NUT
A TUN
NUF FUN
WTFTW
niSinD
7oR6
eNd
bE
Gin..
Uni
VeRse
stoRy
nUt
sHelL..
Oh.. XYZ THAT Feeling
having hundred
friends
ONE..
but that’s
already what
it’s LIKE1 when
i talk to myself..
yeah.. it’s like1..
tRilliOn
starDust
aNcestors..
Nut ConfessiON..
When i siNg
my nAme
neVer
saMe..
SonG
DeaD
daM serioUs
wheN i siGn
iNk
nEver samE..
no one WiLL
evEr
counTer
feat
me..;)
While at present I don’t
conform to any official form of Haibun..
and have not taken detailed note or study of it.. i like the general idea of mixing Science/Fiction/Descriptive Prose with Art/Haiku-like Poetry.. something i have been enjoying doing experimentally for a long time.. albeit not much fiction.. and of course we need both.. to effectively communicate in really delivering a message of new and old that is of some real meaningful effect of reason and affect of art.. but anyway.. i like the general idea.. and can certainly adapt to the specifics as well..:)
Why
do i share
so much….
Not everyone
is blessed as i..
and sometimes
my suspicion is
perhaps
no one is
like
me..
So yeah..
what i feel is worth sharing..
for those who may have less
than
me..
IS all of me..
And this is a global thingy..
mileage varies.. i am not speaking
to the feathered nests
of U.S. Luxury ya
know now only..
this is a global venture far from
the Instant gratification that many
United States folks take for granted…
The world can be a very lonely place..
i am not lonely.. i am connected to Nature..
and other humans through flesh and blood IN Art
of dance everywhere i go in life.. i am never lonely..
but i know the feel and lack of feel of THAT other place..
where a warm sun ray of afternoon front
porch comfort disappears
into cold concrete..
AS i watch and FEEL horrifyingly
for me in January 2008 until
that connection to GOD comes back in July of 2013..
in 66 months of death of human heart.. spirit ..and soul..
so out of mind and body balance that there is almost no me
left to salvage.. and i no longer even feel comfort petting a cat..
where Arthur Cat’s ears pin back to FEEL the COLD touch
of Zombie human potential danger at ear..
and eye of Feeling CAT..
where scratch of cat
feels more than numb.. of heart grown cold…
This emptiness is hard for people to understand who
never experience IT.. and what i fear more for others is..
is that some people have never felt the fullness of life that IS
connection TO GOD as Nature.. that is our inherent
gift of innate.. instinctual and intuitive human
from birth as Nature GOD GIVES.. WE
human beings more fully alive…
To feel the paws of
squirrels scurry
across lines
of poles
stretching streets..
to feel the nature of birdS that sit upon
these lines as well.. but most importantly..
never to become the lines themselves and
always have the hearT’S bird wings and
squirrel paws freely connecting..
flesh and blood and
Nature of GOD
rest of it
with us..
as emotional and sensory spirit
of heart in human balanced mind and body soul…
When i am 7 or 8 in ’68.. i watch a movie named..
‘Planet of the Apes’ and at the end
of the movie when the
humans lose their voice
of speech except for one..
they still have non-verbal connection..
that naked smell of human touch delighting
senses and feeling.. on beaches of bikinis
or speedos or not.. these are the
heights of human bliss
and not the
sky-scraping souls of humans off this
surface of human heart.. spirit and soul..
in mind and body balance ONE WITH
THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD…
SO when Charlton Heston rides upon the beautiful pristine beaches of East coast with perhaps the most beautiful girl on the face of earth then.. with her arms draped around his newly earth worn mostly naked body.. two of them.. as unit feeling human flesh.. peace of nature upon them as Spirit of GOD.. there comes a half sunk Liberty FACE.. CHEST AND FEET.. with no sight of Twin Towers then.. as well.. and he says “YOU finally really did IT YOU murderers.. you blew IT UP.. GOD DAM YOU.. GOD dam YOU ALL… to HELL’..
And then there is the
Beach
the girl
the man
the horse
the skin
the smell
the touch
of human heaven
again.. but of course
the movie takes a modern
human cultural take on the REST
OF
THAT…
I am shell shocked at 7 or 8 from seeing
this.. and coming home.. stepping out of
the car in the evening humidity of river
air.. i see metal tower with lines
and RED flashing LIGHT over the
horizon of trees and
house.. and i
wonder
who
ARE
WE
REALLY
AND IS
THIS REAL..
ALL THIS STUFF
OF HUMAN TOOLS…
I see BEACH heaven now.. and skyscraper
AS one of human’s greatest edifices
to shrine a human prison
of hell.. there are
windows
in Nature
as GOD
that lines
of buildings
of humans within
may never kNow and
FEEL AS GOD NOW..
AND UNTIL THEY DO
OR IF THEY CAN.. THERE
WILL BE NO GOD FOR THEM..
SO YEAH.. THE SPOOKY MUSIC
AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE
TRULY FOR THOSE
WHO ARE
STILL LOCKED UP
IMPRISONED
THEN.. UNTIL
HEAVEN
COMES
RELEASED
A
GA
I
NGAIA
AND THE SAME
STORY IS REPEATED
IN THE MOVIE
‘AVATAR’
AND
THE ‘EMERALD
FOREST’.. OUR
HOME IS NATURE
AND SKYSCRAPERS
ARE
PRISON..
WHERE
WINDOWS
OF GOD ARE
GLASS AND
NEVER
REAL
AS
SMELL
OF FLESH
AND BLOOD
THAT RUNS
IN VEINS
AND OTHER
THROBBING
PaRts…
that
some
can no longer
FEEL
@all….
I watch the movie the ‘Emerald
Forest’ in 1985.. about the time
of the introduction of the
VCR.. CD players
and the coming
wave of
HOME
ENTERTAINMENT…
IT MAKES a lifelong
impact on me..
just like
the
‘Planet
of the Apes’
in ’68 and
by the
time
Avatar
comes out
it is too late
then.. until
i live
again..
as i cannot
even bear to
looks at colored
images then..
with synergy
of incredible
CHRONIC FIGHT
OR FLIGHT
TURNED UP..
stress associated
illnesses numbering 19..
AND i Overhear someone
say that after that movie
some of the folks
watching virtually
are so impacted
by the reality of
their cold city
lives that
they
end tHeir
lives feeling
a place as beautiful
like this exists and they
have never ever been part
of it at all.. WELL I AM ThERE
AGAIN.. AND PERHAPS YOU
ARE SOMEWHErE ELSE..
but if I can
come BACK
HeRE TO REAL
HUMAN
HEAVEN
PERHAPS
YOU CAN
TOO.. IF
YOU TOO..
ARE NOT
ALREADY
WHErE
I
FOR
one
LiVE..
MOVE.. CONNECT
CREATE.. STEPS
BACK
PERHAPS
STEPS FORWARD
MORE CERTAINLY
AS AN OLDER
AGE
OF
HUMAN TRUTH
AND LIGHT COMES
REAL IN NOW OF
HUMAN
BEING….
Anyway.. for someone like me who
has both livedevil
iN Heaven and Hell
and Heaven again..
i will do anything
and everything
in hopes
of
bringing
just one
human
back
to the
future
of
NO
W
REAL..:)
i used to watch “Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom”..
i loved that show.. but there always seemed like
tHere IS something missing..
and guess WHAT!..
i FIND IT..
wild and free me.. but anyway..
along those lines of thIS next Blog Post..
‘Emerald Forest Reigns’.. NOW for me.. at least..
Jack London.. and the wolf dog of course.. LIVES AGAIN!..:)
And ha! the Work-out T-Shirt of the day.. says DO YOU EVEN LIFT..
WITH A CURLY BAR BELL UP FRONT.. AND
that really is hilarious that i wear that shirt.. as it is not long ago..
that people suggest i am too timid to go over to the free weight side..
as i slowLY put 10-45 LB weights on each side of the Parallel Leg Press..
do a little free style ballET and marTIAL arts exhibition to warm up
and then slowly press the weight
straight out.. around
25 times for this total
of 930LBS with press mechanism..
with my arms raised to ceiling like no else
does it anywhere on YouTube at any age.. as all the force is on my legs..
with no mechanical advantage of upper body helping out… any way..
life is fun.. so much fun.. when you use close to all yoUr human potential
instead of just 1 or 2 percent.. of all the myriads of other potential human
intelligences that go so far beyond Standard IQ measures of what
the cultural and religious system says human smarts
is all about.. it has little to nothing to do with
human creativity.. and even
a Kung Fu Black belt dude..
has no idea IN PRACTICE OF what
the air and water of Bruce Lee truly
is until they flow it through innate..
instinct and intuition instead of taking
little bitty lessons one by one..
the discipline is in the practice
of something new in imagination
and creativity all innate.. instinctual and intuitive..
out of the box.. instead of someone else’s box developed
over thousands of years whether it comes in martial arts instruction..
a bible.. or science text book that has been revised time and time again..
with nothing much new.. of what GOD’s evolving human being can truly
do with much greater human pOTENTIAL REALIZED.. INSTEAD OF
FALLEN ASLEEP FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS THROUGH CULTURAL
AND RELIGIOUS LIES.. TO CONTROL.. TO SUBJUGATE THROUGH
ILLUSORY FEARS TO SELFISHLY COLLECT MATERIALISTIC GOODS
AND MAKE THE OVERALL TRIBE A SLAVE INSTEAD OF WILD AND
FREE HUMAN BEINGS.. TO LIVE AS HUMAN ZOO..
IS NOT TO LIVE AT ALL.. PERIOD..
AND EXCLAMATION
POINTS
TOO!!..:)
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National Anthem
IS sunG IS pLaYed
TogetHeR
Division’s
WiLL makes
AnThem go
awa
y…
This IS beginning and NOT the end…
Ah.. Karma.. a present of doing..
of undoing the past..
and just doing now..
the truly free and
brave live here
for scores of thousands
of years.. and the
foul steps are
US then
and we
NOW
are
them
still..
until we
are truly Free
and Brave enough
to be
Free
like the
first
ancestors
here..
i like
to think
AND FEEL
my Sioux
and Cherokee
ancestors and
older
Germ
anic
ones..
will
like
how i
just do it now.. and
i usually travel
from first
to last
on the dVerse
trail but i kNow
and feel through
my ancestors
that this
is the
first
place to
arrive
for
‘body
bags’
today..
oh by the
way.. Love
the Hair..
reminds
me of my
ancestors
AND WIFE..
hmm.. yes..
with a perm
of course.. hEr..
and ancestors..2..
And yes2.. i am like
Old A. E. Indian Chief
‘Aghori Aghogday’ come
back to life from the Cre-
nation Fields of Living then
to living NOW and i will be a
worst nightdreamare coming
AGAIN like a DARK HORSE
for AGAIN
‘them’.. yeah..
‘YOU’ can call
me Freddy K..
once
again..
and Fin
i can say
anything
hEar like
a thief
in the
night
with
very
few
heaRing
FEELiNG
me for kNow..
but just
wait
maRk
‘my’
words
meOwNow..
purr…F…
practice..purr..
F…6…6… …F..;)
True Freedom.. feat happiness..
often coming first in bare feet..
then bare feat again..
beat of
feet
moves
on.. ’round
conNecting creatiVe
campFires LiGhting
heArts.. SpiRitSandinG
hUman soUls aGaiNGaia..:)
And for the reading audience
wITh deeper seeing GoD eYes
in conTEXT WitH that last
feeling thiNking tHere..
‘see’ the deeper
meaning of THIS
SoNG ‘hEAR’..
‘this woman’
is born
again..
most
people will
make it about
the T and A..
and yes it is
about the t and a..
too.. as that is how
we come in and leave
this place too.. in
GOD’s clothes.. ashes
to flesh to ashes
to flesh to
ashes
to
Star
Dust
to
born
again..
inFinitY
ways that
only InNate
eYes of GOD
WILL ‘see and
feel’ NOW..:)
And conspiracy theorists all over the tinfoil Internet
will suggest that thEre is a hidden orgaNized
corporate-like agenda in all the uncovered
hidden ‘ILLUMINATI TRUTH AND LIGHT’
messages in pop-culture now..
but ironicAlly what IT iS IS
TRULY PROOF OF GOD
IN GOD’S SYNCHRONICITY
‘SpeAK’ IN HOW THAT COMES
THROUGH HUMAN heART ‘spaRKs’
WHEN ‘WE’ CONNECT
TO GOD WITH
OUR CREATIVE
spiRit..SoUL
EyES gifted
by
GOD
IS an equal
opportunity employment
employer.. and finAlly
Google and other avenues
of Blogs.. YouTube.. and
stuff like that allow
God’s children to BE
FREE to speak God’s
Langauge no
matter if
they have
Hollywood
connections or not..
thEre is no last or
first prophet but
GOD and AlL That
IS that entails
GOD that is
precisely THAT
ALL THAT IS..
WE ARE
FRACTALS
AS MINI UNIVERSES
AND GOD UNTO GOD’S
GOD AS GOD IS AS NOW
AND Fin THAT IS REALLY GOOD
NEWS TO KNoW NOW FOR THOSE
WitH GOD EyEs and EARS to
JUST do IT
NOW..:)
My 1st cousin Dicky dies in Vietnam
too.. burning in a Helicopter
shot down.. all wars shall
be fought for
REAL reasons..
NAMELY
FREEDOM..
in my opinion..
and it rather
makes me
VERY
angry
when
they are NOT..:)
And remember those big
Hurricanes around the
time of Iraq and
Camille in ’69..
the same
year my
cousin dies..
human emotions..
‘certain ones’..
are like
atomic
energy
and when
more than one
person shares them
like a tribe in
Rain forest of
indigenous people’s
being separated
from their native
home/FOREST
ETC.. THAT
CAN ‘Affect’ the
weather and no
THAT is more than
a Tin Foil Hat..
theRe are
consequences
for all actions
and ALL IS
INTER
DEPENDENTLY
CONNECTED
IN MYSTERIOUS
WAYS THAT SCIENCE
AIN’T GOT A CLUE
ON YET.. AS
SCIENCE EYES
TAKE GOD EYES
OF HUMAN BEING
AWAY AS EVEN
SCIENCE SHOWS
NOW IN RESEARCH..
AS MECHANICAL
COGNITION
ACTIVITIES
IN STANDARD
IQ SCHOOLS
IS THE REAL
ILLUSION AND
THE ART OF HUMAN
‘EYES AND EARS’
IS THE REAL
TRUTH
AND
LIGHT..
AND
DARKNESS
TOO.. WITH WINDS
OF GOD BLOWING
THROUGH HUMAN
HEARTS OF
DISTRESS
AND JOY
TOO..:)
One of my favorite meme’s here
in the last few days is
‘Secrets in plain
Sight’.. and
when freedom
becomes a
forgotten
secret with
no real
meaning
ALL is lost
more
AND
LESS..:)
Perhaps.. the country will be different IF
a requirement for passing each grade
is to write an Anthem of PRAISE
or Disagreement about
the country
and discuss
it all at the
end of each
school year
with just
a satisfactory
grade of finishing
the task and attending
the freedom or prison seminar
of expression.. fully freedom’s way..
but to me the most important
thing is someone writes their
own feelings down
and perhaps they
can be shared
in an
anonymous
way where the
students
randomly
read OUTLOUD
the REAL opinions
of anonymous
others as it
will be
easier on
kids that way…
Having requirements
for citizenship ongoing
in this way of discussing
patriotism seems reasonable to me..
yeah.. i kNow that is more than
13 words.. smiles.. no
surprise..huh..;)
Ah.. if only more Anthems have kind
spirit directed at Nature.. as well
as the arms of war
that can
become the
focus..Nature
always..
wars
fleeting..:)
Yes.. sadly.. it seems.. Freedom is
Forgotten.. Lost.. for so Many..
and
caDilLac’s
drive
on..:)
Yes.. perhaps the best
anthems will be no
anthems but the
one that
appreciates
and praises the
Nature of Earth
we stand upon
that gives
us
our
very life..
THAT is certainly
the Anthem that
is THE core of me..
along with the
freedom that
comes
often
standing
upon blood..
flesh and bones..
as well.. making FREE..:)
Yes.. i suppose the real anthems
of life.. regardless of
specific purpose
are the ones
that hold
human
eyes
together..
sadly ‘here’
it is often one
of 911 proportions
or more in catastrophic
disaster to break the mold
of eyes no longer connecting..:)
aH.. yeS.. heArt worLds
sunG poeTry spiRit
soUl sonG
VoiCe
conNecTing
cHords of US..
aS alWays dO..
iN HUman TrUe..:)
Yes.. PatriotiSm.. a tribAl
instiNct.. a feeLing..
conNectiOn..
smAll..
aNd largE..
words or no
words.. perhaps
Dancing antHemS
will still be BEST
of ALL tribuTes
liVing
togethEr
aS
ONe.. TRiBE..
and MY DaNCE
anThem wiLL
bE totAlly
FreE stYle
wITh AlL
othEr
fRee
styLes
DANCING LIFE!
I HAVE A DREAM!
DANCING!
TOGETHER!
FREE!..:)
Well Lynn.. it’s been worth the wait.. and one
thing i know for sure and feel
that as an American
to truly be brave and
free is to bare a soul..
and i appreciate the
fact and feeling you
do that here.. first
of all i’d like to
say and feel
i don’t have
a gun as
i am an
extremely
proficient
martial
artist and can
take away a gun
from most
people
before
they
see me coming..
but never ever
the less I believe in
the second amendment
so the weak will not
fall easy to
the blessed
in strength
and fighting
potential like
me.. against
all forms of
terrorist
actions.. domestic
and abroad where
feet are not
enough
to deFeat
the foe..
and yeah..
i am the
most opposite
sex loving dude
you will ever meet..
but never the less
Science SHOWS
A full sexual and
gender orientation
where both innate
and environmental
factors Come
in TO PLAY..
AND WHILE
PORK IS
OK TO
EAT..
WE MUST
PROGRESS
from ideologies
of the past
and eyes
that see
more OF
GOD so
Rainbow
Cakes must
come for ALL
to BE FREe and
not just us vanilla
and chocolate
loving folks
of the opposite
sex.. ok.. that’s
two down two
more to go.. whew..
and if i didn’t like you
i will not go this far friend..
Number 3.. greed and
money just S88Ks.. no
disagreement there..;)
Number 4..
Abortion is a mighty
tricky one.. a catch 22
issue of Nature too..
sorta like the
gay issue too..
there are as
many unsafe
illegal
abortions
in Catholic Mexico
as there are
in Mixed
Church U.S.A.
where Abortions
are safe and legal..
i personally will not
get an abortion if
i am female with
male eyes.. but
the World Health
Organization shows
that unsafe abortions
are a major factor
in women’s permanent
disability and suffering
of human life at
the hands of
cruel tools
to get the job
done.. when humans
are truly desperate and
having another child
means the current
ones WILL LITERALLY
STARVE TO DEATH.. NO
LIFE ISN’T EASY in
all parts of the world
for sure.. but the
fact is.. abortions
are part of human
nature and will
continue legal
or not..
the only safe
alternative that
SHOULD SUIT
ALL SIDES.. on this
issue is safe and legal
effective birth control..
but sadly the church
I attend regularly..
the Catholic one
will not budge
an inch on THAT
either.. so
the reality
is people who
are not cut out
to have children
will continue
to either have
them or abort
them.. and SOME children
who are not loved will
continue to become
drug addicts
and or criminals
later in life.. as when
nurturing in the first two
years does NOT FULLY
happen.. the connections
are never made in the brain
to feel satiated in happiness
in life from simply having
the human connection
of touchy feely
love in eyes
of child and
child’s mother
and other nurturing
surrogate parents
or Father.. so truly
a big part of greed
and money are
those parents
who are forced
in to having children
who are never cut
out to do it in the
first place and
can be forced
into it
by religious
ideology
that has nothing
to do with the
God of Nature
in the first place
that never ever follows
the rules of humans.. GOD
is a mix of dark and light..
humans can choose to live
with GOD or against GOD
AS GOD gives us these
brains to discern
the REAL TRUTH AND
LIGHT AND ALL
OF US WILL
LIVE WITH
actions
and
consequences
dark or
LIGHT..
and Lynn.. dear
sister Lynn.. this
is a real long.. long..
comment.. if you delete
it that is cool.. as i am
using it as inspiration..
as i promised earlier
and I am not here
to be right or wrong..
i am just here
to wRite ..
smiles..
my friend
Lynn..
and if i do
not use my brain
AND HEART FULLY
THAT WILL BE THE
HEIGHT OF DISRESPECT
TOWARD GOD THE ONE WHO
GIFTS ME WITH WHATEVER
I HAVE NOW.. FROM KICKING
BUTT FEET…TO LOVING
OTHER’S HEART
UNCONDITiONaLLY
PASSIONATE AND
YES TOUGH TOO..
God is no
wimp..
and neither
am i.. smiles..
and winks.. and
no.. God and
Jesus ARE not
neutered or clothed
either
smiles.. AGAIN..
i think THAT will
really make Jesus
more angry than
anything that
religions
and culture
neuter
him..
that’s a Catholic
Priest thingy..
not
a
Jesus or
GOD thingy..
bigger SmiLes
and Truth and Light
my friend.. lies
REAL
Truth
WITHIN..
Lots of Love
friend and
hope to
see you
later on
the dVerse
Trail..:)
So true that the American flag can
come together.. 911 proves
that truth and light
in flying red
white and
blue colors
and perhaps
now with so
many eyes
watching
no more
lies will
come
and
FREEDOM
WILL TRULY
WAVE
LIFE
FREE
IN FLESH
AND BLOOD
OF RED WHITE
AND BLACK AND BLUE
or whatever it takes as always..:)
Oh.. an Anthem Respecting
Nature.. Human Diversity
and Unity of ALL
in tolerance
and acceptance
of differences.
is an
Anthem..
i FOR ONE LOVE..:)
Yes.. yes.. yes! BinGo! BinGo! BiGgo..!
SHARE LIFE and Pass GO ALL NOW..!
thEre is no freedom unless
one finds it internAlly
and this is the
so-called
secret of
all sages and
ages that human
beings have the true
power for relative free
will but only when they
develop the real innate..
instinctual.. and intuitive
potentials of regulating
emotions and integrating
senses.. and as i remember
seeing you on either a
martial arts or Yoga
mat.. in your
gravatar
avatar
at one
point if you go
this way free
you most likely
find it within in
greater physical
intelligence as
emotional intelligence
truly regulated is the
biofeedback of that
gaining control of
one’s mind and
body in balance..
and for me truly
a big part of
the cure
for what
i see and feel
now are environmentally
culturally produced functional
disabilities of NOT using the
greater physical/ emotional
intelligences of human
being.. and in a
book named
‘the Body Keeps
Score’ by a cutting
edge M.D. who has
explored many case
studies.. as there are
no ethical BIG studies
done to date pursuing
these lines.. he presents
a scientific case for what
Eastern Philosophies have
known and felt for thousands
upon thousands of years.. and
likely our more distant ancestors
moving invisibly.. scanning the horizon
to capture prey and escape predators..
this is the stuff of life that our modern
machine based life is losing to
move to connect to others
and the rest of the GOD
of Nature and to
co-create with
eYes of
GOD
with the
relative human
free will that
is our heir potential
as children of GOD.. yes..
it’s more than John 3:16..
It’s Jesus too..
101.. through
the gnostic gospel
of Thomas Verse
37.. when we take
our cultural clothes
off.. look within and
find that
free VERSE heaven
of human theRe
that most other
animals not
functionally
disabled by
cultures and
religions see
and feel freely
with eyes of GOD..
hugging the midnight
grass and rolling
in midday
sandy soils..
where humans
as exercising
their true potential
gettiNG IT allTogEtHeR
around moonlit
campfires
of human
eyes that
dance the
beat of
eYes
togetHEr
wITH
GOD
aS ONe..
when i am young
after finding ‘THAT’
Philosophy Instructor
in college I see GOD
as the Beach above
below.. inside..
outside all
around..
and feel
GOD
as the
soul of
dance
in me..
when i connect
to others in those
Disco and Madonna 70’s..
80’s days.. A rave
of life is where i
wanna stay..
albeit
fully clothed
as i move to
my 73rd dance
week night
Thursday at
Old Seville
Quarter.. where
i can dance with
others and i can
dance alone..
but i am
always
still
ALLONE
WITH GOD
AND ALL OTHERS
TOO.. FREE.. JUST
FREE
WITH
GOD
AS
ME..
and sharing
as much of me
as i can while
i walk
the
dirt
of
home..:)
Anthem continuously
practicing
Freedom
no age..:)
I must have been an ‘addict’
and yes I was as I can relate to almost all
HOLLYWOOD STUFF OF THE DISTANT PAST..
and I still love the theater and music aspects of Hollywood
as that is where some of the most creative entertainers are..
and we all either need to be entertainers
or entertained or
both.. Smiles..:)
And see THAT elbow.. I am not just being Freddy in that photo..
I am being the free version of ‘Free Willy’.. That elbow used to be curved
over instead of a tall dorsal fin.. After ALL.. we do exhibit fish features
in embryonic form.. So yeah.. Freddy Fish and Entertainer and or Court Jester..;
Oh yeah.. And patriotic red.. WHITE and blue Siberian Tiger2..:)
OH! (caution.. Freddy Rant coming)
AND then there is Lady Gaga.. and applause..
and living AS POPCULTURE 2.. AND YOU KNOW WHAT…
sometimes i feel that Artists are the true modern day prophets..
and i am just SELF FULFILLING their prophecies as has always been
the human way of fulfilling human prophecy..
BUT the sad thing is..
in our culture over here in the U.S. there
is no longer enough and perhaps never enough
education in all the fine and crude ARTS of human being..
and most people miss the fact of ART that Lady Gaga has been playing
the role of SACRED CLOWN/Fool/Entertainer.. and folks like Miley Cyrus.. too..
THESE FOLKS from Buddha.. to Jesus.. and YES.. EVEN MUHAMMAD..
ARE SHOWING us the hypocrisies of our lives in
illusions of cultures and religions that lie to us..
and yes.. now folks have twisted
their words around too…
to subjugate.. and
dominate.. and even
kill other folks in the name of GOD..
One of the major achievements of both Jesus and Muhammad..
is the respect of women as equals.. and what does the religion do..
they twist the apostle Mary Magdalene into a prostitute to shame her and her contributions as an apostle that are only left in the hidden and buried gnostic gospels uncovered in Egypt in 1959..
Along with the hidden teachings of Jesus that make it clear that he is just a humble prophet like Muhammad and NOT THE only Son of GOD.. as Muhammad makes clear in his teachings too.. from years before..
Yeah.. i can still FEEL the STOVE TOP burnings of wives who do not meet so-called Dowry demands in Pakistan and many other travesties against human beings to subjugate.. control and dominate.. and
THAT MAKES me very angry.. and i plan on doing something about it.. Not sure what… but something.. smiles.. no.. NOT SWORDS.. WORDS ARE THE GREATEST sWords..:)
And here’s a little applause.. for that proxy thingy.. over in Pakistan.. where YouTube is not allowed..:)
Lady Gaga.. yes.. She is a clown.. but yes.. a very worthy clown..
for those of us with GOD eyes to see and Feel..
DEEPER THAN what meets
the shallow
eye
a
way
from
GOD…..
The ‘first episode’ reminds me of the groundbreaking
event recently in the U.S. where two women pass
the training to be Army Rangers..
It is the will that is strong
and the passion to be
strong.. that is
greater than
any weaker
gender or
disability..
and Allah makes
a spectrum of
humans and
plays by no
rules of
culture
or
religion..
and yeah i can
prove that but
that is another story..
and the second story
continues on as people
kill in the name of
GOD
as
DeviliveD..
sadly
as
lies
instead
of Truth
and that evil
reigns across
all boarders
of the
father
and mother
of all evil FEAR..
the progenitor
of all stuff
HATE
doubt
jealousy
envy
pride
and all
other con-social
emotions that do
not reflect Allah’s
True Children
of Social
Cooperation
and survival
for Living
LOVING
LIfe
as
Allah’s
given
Human eYes..
But anyway.. thanks
for sharing.. an open
mind and body in
balance with
a working
heart expressing
emotion of open
heaRted human
spiRIt is
A soUl
that is balancing
mind and body
with ALLAH
INSTEAD
OF moving
against the
WILL OF ALLAH
GIFTED IN US
as our
NATURE
LIVES
NOW
AS THIS
GRAVITY OF
ALLAH REINS
TRUTH AND LIGHT NOW..:)
Well first of All.. my friend X..
you are going to love it so much..
at least pArts of it.. when you retire..
your children are grown..
your wife is doing her own thing..
and you can write to your heArt’s content..
the fact and feelings that you experiment with in creativity AS
art and writing will make so much more than the poetry and the writing of the past.. anyway.. sometimes the obviously gifted need encouraging words like this.. for the long term results.. and i will not exclude you from that common human connection.. STUFF..;)
I finally do watch Avatar in 2013.. and Love it too.. and i dream about my wife being the Indian Princess swinging through the trees and yes.. she is athletic.. very athletic for her gender as those stereotypes go..
and truly she doesn’t use 1 percent of THAT potential..
as she can surely be a much better dancer than me..
with her true greater INHERENT PACIFIC ISLANDER INDIGENOUS
physical potential.. but nah.. i will not be the parent husband father
WHO forces her into that.. so her beautiful body eases
a chair of TV and shopping life..
to her personal delight in THAT..
Per the video above that is
likely super interesting
to folks like you and me..
the signature of Human and God is written everywhere.. both in
Nature and the byproducts of Nature that the eyes of human gifted
by GOD create as tools of human from homes to cars.. to guns.. to fertilizer for roses..
But truly the secrets of GOD’s signature above.. so below.. inside and outside all
around are in plain sight for those with GOD’s eYes and eArs to sEE and hEar..
our brains in the trillions of neuron connections that light up like the stars
at night in eclectic electric flow.. are a mini Universe unto ourselves
as GOD as ONE as Nature flows all around above so below inside and out..
and the hemisphere of our right and left brain reflect the hemispheres of
the earth as brain.. where logic and
creativity in reason and art.. finally come
together for a synergy of much greater stuff in the signature of GOD in all
human dark and light.. and as this signature goes as all around the larger
signature of the entire human race are the neurons of humans lighting up
around the globe of right and left hemispheres where the west is more
science and the east is more art.. and those lines continue to blur..
until ONE greater synergistic force of human and earth
and Universe and GOD as one comes like a revival
under a great big TENT OF ALL
OF EXISTENCE AND CREATION NOW..
BUT here’s the thing this Truth and Light has no text books
politicians corporate CEO’s or any other official organized effort
in strict reason or so-called right or wrong or good or evil to guide it..
it is action and consequence
AKA KARMA.. and ART as ONE.. as when we live in flow and just do it like bees do without overthinking it or thinking it at all..
that is where and when the greaTest achievements in Creativity and Science in Art and Reason come to pass.. just letting too much control go.. and flowing with GOD’s Nature’s WILL that is truly ART at core instead of science..
But anyway.. what results is a painting.. tapestry.. of colors on blanket canvas of fractals that come together making the masterpiece that we with
GOD eyes and ears see and here and feel all around us.. and every once in a while.. like the video above.. someone with deeper eyes takes a second look and sees just how
GREAT GOD’S SIGNATURE IS IN US AND THE STUFF WE CREATE THAT MAKES LIFE A JOY OF ART.. instead of just thoughts swimming randomly in a head of random mostly useless facts.. The ACT of just doing it.. is what brings the GREAtest ART from the pyramids to..
the touch of new baby
in mother’s
eYes
of Love..
the Hive is ART
the practice
is
BEAUTY
IN DARK
AND LIGHT
that
mixes
to evolve
GOD
asHeArt..:)
Oh.. now I have flower envy.. Smiles..
‘That’s truly a musing cock’s comb’..
Or forget me not.. But never the
LESS brilliant..:)
Ah.. theRe are never enough worLds of heArt
expressING.. is my sigNature.. at most..
Lovely poetry..
wRite on..
i am a fast
reader.. i am
not afraid
of words
and i
Fin
hate
Twitter
restrictions..
But short is OK too..:)
So.. off to read the rest.. of your story.. of record ..now..:)
Innate.. Instinct.. and Intuition is salad..
the rest is just dressing more or less..
I’ll take less dressing and more salad..
as free and wild lettuce
and
tomato.. sparkling
fresh..
and never
mass
produced
in eyes
of
newer
clothes..:)
OH GOD.. you are starting
to inspire me.. more.. more..
may come..:)
Thanks thefeatheredsleep.. yes.. i can see
and FEEL THE intensity in your
writing.. too.. and i have
always been an intense
person and thank
goodness totally
calm inside now..
retaining the energy..
that of course is too much
for most folks.. but yet..
a Nautilus will
not stop
building
shell
just
’cause
other snails
do not appreciate
the Nautilus shell of art..
Blogs are wonderful
as there
are other
NAUTILUS’
IN THE
OCEAN
BLUE
OF
GLOBAL
VIEW..
smiles
and thanks
for stopping
by with those
kind words of appreciation friend..:)
Sparkling waves.. polishing sand challenge..
surfboard out.. in.. waves life.. tides riding..
seas brushing green.. blue skys fly high low..
Infinity horizon wide.. crystal grains..
epigeneticAlly Unpacking…
Ancient DNA.. Freerbeing..:)
aria onyx.. OH GOD that User name is SO SOS.. patriotic..
and yeah.. the u.S. is kinda
badstuffgoodstuff..
my fair ‘person’..;)
Yeah.. Secrets in plain sight.. aria onyx.. so easy for you to figure out.. heHe..
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get more people interested
in the Star Spangled Banner and the only thing new i can
think UP at tHis point.. is dancing nude in my free verse
poetry to it.. in restricted but yeah FREEST VERSAL
WAY.. and i try it today and
OMG it is hilarious..
just think
a revival
of the
National AnThem
wITh Maniliberty
instead of Ladiliberty
hmm or Ladiliberty..
that’s IT Ladiliberty..
kinda ambiguous
he heR..;)
First of all.. what a lovely cookie joy photo of you Claudia.. nice to see your smiling cookie face.. and i am gonna be patriotic about my country in National Anthem way.. no matter how many disgruntled ‘government opinions’ come my way.. back here in the states of course.. namely deep red ones.. anyway.. off to do the wife and mother duties and be back later all decked out in red white and blue stripes and stars.. in spirit of course.. to read and comment on all as usual.. in 13 red and white stripes routine..:)
Hi Glen ah.. yes.. the court jester.. still looking for a court i guess.. smiles and goodness or badness.. division is a stagnant pond to live in.. and that is what it’s kinda like where i live for sure.. and another four years of pissing.. moaning ..and groaning.. when ‘the female’ gets in.. where anything under standard of patriarchal rule is against some TRUMPED up charges.. hehe.. and ugh.. the nerve of ‘him’ suggesting he is gonna enforce one religion on separation of church and state.. that boils my blood.. but yes.. i will forget about that less i get more involved in the DIVISION GAME.. WITH FAUX NEWS IN THE LEAD ON THAT.. as usual.. among others.. of course..
Unity..
certainly
a dream now
but far ONE now
as long as thEre is
more than one tribal way
assigned to human instinct..
where literally hundreds rule now..:)
Ah.. thanks for stopping by with those
kind and clever words of appreciation..
kanzensakura and yes.. i am voted
wittiest boy in 2nd
grade private
Catholic
School
but then
i have
no idea
what witty
means and no
Google to help me out..;)
oh.. so true.. Claudia.. and every time i go to a public store and dance i always hope and pray that spontaneously the store will erupt in dance.. but so far.. just the relatively young join in.. no 55 year old dudes like me yet.. heHE.. but anyway
i am gonna keep on dancing
as one of
Unity
in steps
of life as ONE
way of JOY NOW
simply
iNJOy!..:)
Hi Bjorn.. Freedom is the loveliest pArt of a country that provides avenues for freedom of expression.. and religion.. and sadly the folks in the U.S. are so non-grateful.. overall.. for those avenues of freedom that they enjoy so much over folks in other countries.. and all
i can think and feel about that is they do not exercise tHeir freedoms in avenues that are available for imagination and creativity.. and perhaps the issue is just THAT.. a land of people who no longer are driven by dreams come to fruition through the power of imagination and creativity..
in fact.. when i put my science glasses on i will better estimate that they are losing their basic humanity in even being able to do the ‘first two steps’ in literally artfully MOVING and CONNECTING to each other in flesh and blood verbal AND NON-VERBAL WAYS.. of joining hands.. instead of looking down..
a screen is not freedom.. alone..
a tool for communication and art..
and yes imagination and creativity too..
but the flesh and blood will
always need to connect
and without that ability
to have
community
in connection
there is nothing
in life but
true
loneliness
and that certainly
plays out now in
Japan where
young folks
are losing
interest in even
having physical
relationships with
other folks.. robotic
dogs are replacing
flesh and blood
dogs who
are wearing
diapers and
using strollers
where even dogs
no longer move..
and then there
is the cleanup
crews that take
care of the ending
elders who have no
human connections in
flesh and blood life to
care enough if they die
in their home to get concerned..
like they are never on the face of
the earth to begin with in human way…
i was headed that way.. certainly where
life is work and work is life.. but TG now
i am my own actor.. producer and director
of my own play of life.. which means i can
connect to others as long as i keep my
relative free will and Love of
doing just THAT
IN THE ART
OF
DANCE..
IT’S WORTH THE CONNECTION
OVER ANY POTENTIAL HUMILIATION
FROM THE BEGINNING WHEN I
LOOK MUCH MORE SILLY..
SMILES..
AND THANKS
FOR COMING
BY..:)
True Myrna.. in a Twitter world brevity is almost a requirement to communicate.. but trUE too.. i find that as kinda sad.. in a way.. as Twitter styles of communication have replaced the oral tradition of
SHOOTING THE BREEZE.. around living room couches and dining room tables for hours on end.. without any electronic devices at all..
‘THAT’ is what OUR elders do for literally hundreds of thousands of years..
HOURS ON END.. in either verbalLY EMOTIONALLY INSPIRED
POETIC EXPRESSION AND PROSE ORALLY
or non-verbal dance way
AS A FORAGING WAY OF LIFE..:)
i plan AND AM.. keeping THAT alive..
in some unique form online for years to come.. it is like thE movie
‘The Giver’.. where i only expect a few people to actually listen
to the epic forms of my free verse poetry..
and who knows perhaps only ‘THE ONE’..
in ‘Neo’ terms of speaking.. smiles..
i no longer am part of the Twitter Matrix..
but short lines of condensed poetry are a
mighty cool abstract form in TOOL.. of communicating more..
AND sometimes.. if you haven’t noticed.. I do that 50 times or so.. in my epic free verse poetry.. and obviously most working people WILL NOT have the time or effort to do that.. OR READ THAT.. as i sure WILL NOT.. WHEN i am in the working world for ‘big bucks’ or any bucks at all..
THere will be no way.. THEN.. OR TME FOR WHEN..
i can either read or write on the Internet..
or even communicate with my wife IN A
SOCIALLY RECIPROCATING WAY…
the MATRIX CAN
BE ALL ENCOMPASSING
AND ‘THAT movie’ IS THE TRUTH AND
LIGHT IN METAPHOR ‘TWO’.. IN FULL TRILOGY WAY..:)
Haha! no Lynn.. i am not really ahead of you.. i am just patiently STALKING you.. to see what you write NEXT.. and everyone else.. just WAITING to take a POETIC STAB at it later.. SMILES..
i Love your poetry SISTER LYNN.. AND i will wait UNtil the last MOMent.. to read it.. if THAT IS WHAT it takes.. to get inspired again BY IT again!.. YES.. UNITy.. IS BOTH WORTH WAITING FOR and JUST doing IT.. in patriotic and LOVING style.. with humor.. sometimes too..;)
HI Sumana Roy.. thanks for those kind words of appreciation
and when i read the human English Language.
each letter and word
AND number lights up
with a UNI-diversity
of Uni-Versal
meanings and
flow for me..
It’s kinda like
that scene in the
Delusionary Government
Headquarters Super Spy
building when Nash
in the movie
‘BEAUTIFUL
MIND’
sees
all the
hidden
codes in
the numbers
and letters of
connected words
in magazine pop-culture
FALSE.. but the Truth
and LIGHT IS..
IN most ALL
human conditions
there are elements
of Truth and
Lies along
with the
delusions
and illusions..
The and A Key IS
discernment but
only ‘REAL Fools’
throw the baby
out with
a little
or a substantial
amount of dirty
water..
smiles..
and with
Science
the biggest
Baby thrown
out is often GOD..
as people lose ‘those’
‘eyes and ears’ to even ‘see and FEEL’
GOD
@ALL..:)
Me too.. Mary.. i love all diversity.. and when one loves all of diversity
one must be respectful.. tolerant and if all possible
accepting of other cultures.. including Anthems..
the only thing i wanna
Fully agree on is to
dance..
just
dance
and get
happy.. dancing
folks rarely maim
and kill.. or harm
anyone.. unless
they run into
my spiraling
arms
and legs
haha!..
and yeah..
that has happened
more than once when
someone gets too close
to me.. when i really
let i go.. in the
Bigger
dance
halls of life..
outside public
stores and such..
the drinks have
gone flying as
people do drink
on the dance floor..
i just
drink
dance ..
smiles
again..:)
94,755
Yes..
it’s not
enough to
wave the flag
we can be the
FlaG
Waves..
Freedoms RinGinG
sounds shores our sands
eYes of Oceans BlUinG
GivinG mEin LibertYinG GiVinG me WaltZinG Matildas.. i
willinG beinG freeinG not takinG alive or dead..
i willinG dancinG now in
livinG bushinG
and tree of life..
with Matilda too..
in Anthem of free
Official
or
not.. ugh..
human beings
and the fears
anxieties and
worries
over
othErs
WHO Free..
Hmm.. the context of Insanity
is relative of course.. we live
in the last 60 years or so..
in an amazing era of
sharing information
in audio.. visual..
feeling.. sensory
mega way of
living
a thousand
lives in one
vicariously as such
and WHO after living
55 years or so like me
exposed to all of this WhO
freeLY writes free verse poeTRY
to express all of this can possibly
be understood in relative terms by
those not seeing.. hearing.. feeling
and sensing as much of it as me or others
too.. if 99% of what i say does not make
sense.. it more likely means one has
not experienced what i’ve
experienced in life and
or remembers or can
relate to it as
much as i can
now by
simply
practicing
the expression of all of it
in the last 57 months and
11 millions words of all
of it.. yes practice
makes more and
more interesting
perhaps or not..
but it is all
relative
and part
of
whether or NOT
one has an experiential
context for all of what
i am speaking and feeling
too.. but here’s the thing
i am not singing a song
on this blog to
a target audience
and as mentioned
before i am not
here to be
right or
wrong..
i am simply
here and HEAR
TO SHARE ALL I KNOW
AND FEEL.. OF THIS LIFE..
THE SAME AS ANCESTORS OF
OLD DO TOO.. AROUND CAMPFIRES
OF HOURS OF ORATING AND DANCING
TOO.. WHERE FREE IS THE WAY AND
NOT A MOLD
OF YESTERDAY OR EXPECTATION
OF TOMORROW WAY.. i can
say.. feel.. do.. and
portray or role anything
i like here as this is a dam
blog and that’s what blog means
just to express anything
and everything one
likes where freedom
of expression rules
freedom and
not rules
of yesteryear
or future year
now.. and on
top of that i keep learning
more and more.. as when i encounter
something i do not understand i do not
say oh my GOD that is nonsensical why do
you write that way.. instead I turn to
the Google search engine type in
some new words from the
experience of others
relayed and
this mind
of mine
expands to where
human potential
can dare
to go..
and here’s the thing for anyone
who excludes others from their purview
of life.. thinking they are greater with
standard IQ.. dogma of one religion..
physical prowess.. good looks..
socio-economic fortune
or whatever class
one thinks
and feels
sets one
apart from
others.. they
are just excluding
paRt of GOD THAT ALLS
THE TRUE ART OF LIFE..
SHOOTING THEMSELVES
IN THEIR POTENTIAL
CREATIVE FEATS..
WHERE THE KARMA
OF DOING IS JUST
THAT! DOING IT!
FOR THE
JOY!
OF BEING!
ALIVE!
NOW!
AND JUST
DOING LIFE
PASSIONATELY
LIKE THE LIGHT
LOVES THE
MOON
AND
REFLECTS
ON US
!NOW!
I AM
HYPERLIVING
NOT JUST
HYPERRELIGIOUS
OR HYPERACTIVE
OR HYPERFEELING
OR ADHD OR ANY
OTHER RULE
OF HUMAN
THAT SAYS
BE LESS
THAN
i for
one
can
be..
i am totAlly
calm inside
like the eye
of a hurricane
or the center
of a wave
or nucleus
of atom
fullY
INTACT
BUT BY GOD
I HAVE WINDS
OF ‘200 MILES
AN HOUR’
THAT WILL
FLOW WHEREVER
THIS NUCLEUS
CARES
TO
GO..
WHEN ONE SEES THE WINDS
OF A HURRICANE THEY ARE
OFTEN SURPRISED TO SEE
AND FEEL HOW
CALM
AND BLISSFUL
THE CENTER IS..
WELL MY FRIENDS IT IS THE
SaME WITH ME.. EVERYNOW
IS BLISS.. AND WHAT YOU
SEE OF MY WINDS
MOVING RARELY
REFLECTS
THE CENTER
AM
i
And truly it’s the same
with GOD.. all some folks
see is big bangs.. weather..
sand.. seas.. stars.. space
the list goes on
but the
calm
in the
Center
that reflects
in me is GOD
at core
too
for
those
of us
whoare
i AM2
Oh GOD.. if i ‘can’ run through the streets
naked and dance and sing loud or quiet
i WiLL say
‘listen’ to yoUr
bELy the vaGal
nerve will tale
ya.. you are
aLive
and
NOT
DEAD theRre
are neVer ruLes
for wiLd
that human
makes for
Creation ActivITy
REAL RULes
liveS
inSiDe
AndBYGi
am a furRy criTter<3..;)
DANCING TOUCHING MAKING
CREATING
LIVING
LOVING
NOW
Modify… it.. ha! the story of my life..
Great prompt Bjorn..
be back to
read
and comment
on y’all
later..;)
Goodness Bjorn you missed 13 in the first part alone.. the inG means in GOD.. and that my friend is the BIGGEST CREATIVE MODIFIER of all.. remember friend BREAKING THE CREATIVE RULES.. not following.. them.. and that my friend was your direction that I followed to the G..smiles.. i can elaborate more if you cannot see the other modifiers i provide.. but remember they do Not follow established creative rules..:)
311
As one expands their potential
conscious mindful awareness
of life the modifiers do come
more often and flower
in colors not
yet seen
before..
smiles..
i’ve been to
this place
Bjorn.. and
yes.. it is more
colorful than places
before.. alWays Now sMiles..:)
OH no… those of US who absorb so much..
and honestly by the time i hit 47..
i can hold no more.. oh my
head Is going to explode
but oh no.. not now.. i
find the off switch
and simply
turn it off..
and yeah
re
Tiring
wheels
of life
does
help
too..;)
And that’s poetry
to express the
Queen’s English
Grammar
Unexpressable
Bravo.. i see
IT ALLNOW..:)
The ‘Major Factors Underlying Rampage Killing’.. is a ‘special
interest’ (Asperger’s) of mineD.. literAlly seriously.. top hit on
Google with me at the HELm with other ‘interesting’ folks..
Social Roles are a biggest factor it seems.. we are social
animals after all.. and that explains why people blindly
follow so much bullstuff and do so many harmful
things.. anything.. to get accepted is the true sad
rule of human being.. and OH MY GOD if
a person comes to believe the entire
tribe is against them.. or nothing
goes their way.. then
bad stuff happens
and Rampage
Killings are
a barometer
of the health
of society as these
so-called rare events
escalate.. but in decade
50s’ there are almost ‘0’..
none recorded.. go figure then
social roles are clear and defined..
as much as i am different i cannot
deny the importance in society of
clearly defined social
roles.. which
admittingly
i fail.. as ‘class
clown’.. however
i go flow with
the JeDi more
and not so
much
SItH..:)
If only all of us can share our childhood memories
of dark and light this way.. perhaps we will tolerate
and accept each other a little
more.. understanding how
much different our views
of reality are..
and for me
at least..
poetry
continues
to teach this
lesson and among
others i thank you for that..:)
Funny how Nature trEats
heR disobeying inhabiTants
and balances stuff out..
where numbers
are the
bottom
lines no
matter how
we THINK WE
get tHere Nature
fEEls hEr waY
‘RouNd
US
wITh
EASE AND
GooGLEs
@oUR
DiS
EASE..
I watch
and wait
WitH DE
‘BAtING
BREAtH..:)
Ah.. yes.. i do agree when seasons
become emotions anxiety rises..
and when we master our
seasons inside
all
now
can be
Spring
or Winter
Fall or NOW
or Summer
as the spiRit
has potential
sunShine eYes
year
’round
Peace
and
Har
mony
until one’s
last grasp for breath..
yes rare.. but potential..
THE REAL ‘good news’ THEN
of 2K years ago still NOW..:)
The Hamster Wheel
THAT is so Fin the
realITy of
modern
America
today.. i
get OFF..
still
heRe
but
now
FINaLLY
FREE.. A HAMSTER
WHEEL IS NOT EVEN
A GOOD PLACE FOR RATS..:)
Birth of PoeTRY
wondrous stuff
not sure who
put IT in me
but
SURE
of WHO..:)
Cool.. Victoria..
the ‘Burning Man’ Celebration in Nevada
sounds a lot like the Global ‘Tomorrow Land’ Celebration
that moves through different countries for the last
decade or so.. a Rave of Free Love.. not unlike
WoodStock.. but these folks are
so-called high class jet
setting hipsters..
and not run
of the
mill hippies..
yeah.. they
are really
more like Yuppies..
but hey.. Love is Love.. smiles..:)
Ah yes.. when modifiers
become metaphors for
Nature.. i for one
cannot
get
enough..
as beauty
in Nature
has Universal
Metaphors
literally
and figuratively
all over the place..:)
Oh.. a song of monarchy is lonely song
at top.. oh.. a song of democracy
tries to get along.. ah.. a song
of human
gets
IT ALL
GREAT
wITh LOVE..:)
If only we can rid the world
of cups and just be
Awine
of Love
that
overflows
and justs
flows
flows
as
ONE..:)
Oh.. tribes of Life wander deserts
of Living .. where culture becomes
the desert and life
of desert sparse
goes completely
dark.. where not
even grains
of desert
are
seen
by
us
alive..
we fly alive
we lose wandering
deserts of culture.. we connect
in eyes.. when we simply become
waves of ocean again
swimming
alive
in
pre
sent
gift
of
now..
i have beach to remind
me of this.. perhaps it is
easier to see theEe
than desert..
as peace
reigns
in
sands
of beach
flourishing
with life of water
sun and winds of Loving
Nature ONE as i with BEACH
Dancing
LIFE now
connecting
to all others
and Beach
of
Nature
too
as
eYes
of
i
and Nature
WELL as I!..
For me.. greaTest
Poetry
inspires
me more..
and every time
i come here yours
inspires me
more..
and that is the
greatest compliment
anyone will ever receive
from me.. poetry
or
NOT..
to be inspired
is True Breath of Life..
some folks refer to
aS Bread of Life
aS Well
aS
Water
of eYes..:)
Ah.. a world of eye candy
is harmless unless
one becomes
diabetic..
sometimes.. a Burka can
be more alluring..
after all.. eYes
are windows
to
soul
and
below..
and frustration
of not seeing more
can lead to attempts
at World War III..
perspective
is most
alluring
to me..
in THAT
case..
mini
skirts.. may
JUST save
the
world..
but i for
one.. LOVE
EyES MOST..
SOMEtimes Burkas..
THRILL me most..;)
When words
run freeDom
Plays..
Hi 5
i Do
iT
iN 10..:)
There is human
magic in taboo..
‘history’ shows
it over and
over..
and
smart..
truly smart
folks learn
from history
and quiet
lessons
now..:)
Small worlds
row
low
Sun flies
high as it
is making
way..:)
Well.. first of all.. again.. even though i haven’t known you long..
i really missed you.. and i feel sure as sweet and beautiful
a young woman you are.. that someone will surely find
you where you live and tell you these sweet words
first.. but i truly feel we have these feelings
in us just waiting to blossom out as giving
Love.. that never needs or expects
a return of that.. and that my
friend is what i hope and
pray for you most is
that you will have
this Filling
FEELING
LOVE
GROW
DEEP
INSIDE YOU
AND CONTINUE
TO SPREAD IT MUCH
FURTHER THAN JUST ONE
SOULMATE AND UNTO THE
WORLD AS YOU ALREADY PROVE
YOU DO HERE.. YOU DESERVE THE
FILLING FEELING OF LOVE TO BE YOURS
TO GIVE ALWAYS.. AND OF COURSE FOR
YOU TO FIND A SPECIAL ONE TO SHARE YOUR
LIFE TOO.. WHERE LOVE WILL FLOURISH GREATER MORE.:)
Ha! yes.. VICTORIA.. music and
celebrations pay well.. and
for me i just like to
CELEBRATE..;)
And yes.. in Synchronicity way.. just FiXinG to walk out
the door with my Kool AiD of Dance shirt ON
THE WAY TO RAVE Dancing Night!
yeah.. Kool AiD colored with a BiG
KooL AiD sMILEY
FACE!
Photos coming later
in the post before and
post after this one..
and oh GOD
maybe
this
ONE2..
WHO
kNows..
may BE
‘KOOL’
AND
THE GanG..
yes THE KOOL ONE2
AND A GANG OF ANGELS..;)
Oh God.. CAN i stiLL pHOTO that 80’s hair.. and me doing my besTest trYING to copy John Travolta in a place named Riverside Disco IN THE LATE GREAT 70’S .. the first last place for teens to dance in good Old Red State LA Lower Alabama AKA as the Panhandle of Florida in Santa Rosa County.. i am way toO stiff to move like John then.. and i try i try.. coTtinUe trYing now.. PUSHING PUSHING.. like the little Red Engine that just keeps pushing UP THE TRACKS OF LIFE..
HMM.. MAYBE THIS
SHOULDA COULDA
WOULDA BEEN
MY POEM
INstead..
but anyway
at 2 am
i am gonna
be burning
the candles
at both MEATS
ends where
brain meets
feet and
never
Leaves
Trees
UnFold
wheRe
Feat
Lives
Foots share
air on Terrestrial Bliss..
Air FRED.. IMAGINE THAT..;)
Ooh.. OOh.. lOOkiE LooKIE kOOkie
This IS A wHiNe glaSs centeRed l@er i promiSe..:)
I Love to MOVE Glenn..
and i visit a few folks who get the prompt aHead..
to get a JUMP on Thursday to try to participate more..
as Thursdays are an unusually busy for a retired dude like me..
didn’t realize the FULL EXTENT of the number of modifiers asked for..
but i think i HOPE i do my penance in the response back to Aria Onyx up theRe..
and i usuAlly don’t reaLly get cooking anyway.. until the response/comment sections
come.. i like to flow and Just LET IT ALL go.. without much pre-thought.. and yeah.. that’s when i get cooking STEAMING broiling dreaming and it’s JUST ALL fun.. sMiles.. YeS! modifiers are FUN!..:)
Yes.. X.. the context of insanity is surely relative..
and my attending psychiatrist who helps me survive 66 months of the Suicide Disease..
in my case named Type two or Atypical Trigeminal Neuralgia during all waking hours..
stops his practice this month and I get all my records from those 66 months.. plus 2 years..
as he continues to monitor me during my recovery from devastating anhedonia for those
months of pain.. i am Fin ecstatic to be alive after recovering from THAT pain.. happy..
blissful.. GRATEFUL dancing all the time.. zero internal anxiety.. but i have so much
energy and truly fearlessness other than the common ones of heights and really loud
noises.. that i get my Bipolar diagnosis per hypomania of what he sees of me now.. AND THE SEVERE ANHEDONIC DEPRESSION BEFORE..
And in his notes.. he suggests that i am resistant to medication to make me less happy..
and perhaps talk slower without as much volume as full human freedom will bring A
strength of vocal chords that are not worn out by chronic stress..
but i am pursuing human potential.. and truly my life
is a miracle.. NOW compared to BeFORE..
and yes.. i am Hyper-God connected
without the religion..
hyper-happy..
hyper-glad
to be alive every now..
and perhaps if he experiences what i do..
i’m sure he will be a different person too..
when he comes out of human hell.. and enters into human heaven..
So many labels.. the Asperger’s.. the Congenitally Fused Vetebrae in my neck.. Spinal Stenosis.. Severe Degenerative Arthritis in my neck.. the Fibromyalgia.. Dysautonomia.. Sjogren’s Syndrome.. and so much more.. so many dam labels for who i am.. and none of it makes a dam bit of difference to the happy sharing giving person i am all the time now..
And no my Psychiatrist does not suggest i am insane.. in fact.. he says i inspire him and he is gonna teach TAI CHI as a therapy in a Medical Teaching school he is going to next… but the sad fact remains that the establishment says that someone as happy.. fearless.. open minded and bodied.. and energetic as me.. AND totally calm inside.. deserves a pill to come down lower.. USING less of my human potential..
And all i can think of AND FEEL is..
surely IF Buddha.. Jesus..
Lao Tzu.. AND
innumerable other folks
who move into a brighter place in life..
live today.. they will have folks on their
HEALs trying to bring them down
with drugs and so much more..
whether it is doctors.. or people who have not seen someone do so much..
IF IT doesn’t fit the paradigm snuff it out.. is the way of human cultures for so many years.. but yeah.. that is changing.. as avenues finally come open.. where no one can have their lives.. deleted or banned.. just ’cause someone else ain’t SEEN IT BEFORE.. i am just lucky I AM ALIVE TODAY.. AND honestly so are the others if they too.. CAN BE ALIVE TODAY.. AND SO MANY OTHERS… WHO DO LIVE MORE FULLY TODAY.. [RANtOVER/] BUT STILL ALIVE..;)!
Ha.. Truly all of life is play for me Victoria..
sometimes i miss labels
but never the less
a PLaY
my life
goes on..
goes on
some more
nows always
modifying NOW’s
PLAY OF LIFE NOW..
AND THIS CAN SPREAD
@FURTHER BUT HEY IT’S
ALMOST RAVE DANCE TIME
FOR ME TO GET READY FOR THE
73RD RAVE DANCE WEEK THURSDAY
NIGHT TONIGHT WITH ALL THE COOL COLLEGE
AGE FOLKS AT OLD SEVILLE QUARTER PENSACOLA
FLORIDA.. HA! IT SOUNDS LIKE I’M GETTING PAID TO
SAY THAT HUH.. BUT I AM JUST SO EXCITED TO DANCE
A
PLAY
OF LIFE..
AND YES..
BIGGEST SMILES
AND THANKS SO MUCH
for
stopping
by NOW..:)
Hi Hank.. yes balance is the important thing
as too much calm will stifle energy
and energy without calm
will surely burn out
quicker..
i’m not going out
to the Northeast
Atlantic anytime soon..
i’ll travel as Hurricane
fast yet calm in the
Gulf of Mexico
that is me
for long
as now
can
go..
Thanks for dropping
by and hope you are
enjoying now..:)
97,751
WILL you buy a home from this man..
WELL… if anyone is interested i have a home for sell in Tallahassee.. FL..
after 14 months of my cousin.. and her nice husband Jerry.. working to
get it ready for sale.. requiring a quick trip to Tallahassee Town..
today.. to finish up the paperwork with the Real Estate Agent..
as thank goodness.. i ain’t in the mood to show
homes to folks in real
flesh and
blood
life..
smiles..
anyway.. for anyone with elder parents.. i highly advise a talk to get the financial stuff settled before they pass away.. ’cause when no actions are taken.. it can be a real pain in the butt to get it all squared away… and very expensive too.. in terms of getting stuff fixed that’s kinda been let go.. through passage of time.. where a condition of a home can go downhill.. somewhat.. at least.. but anyway again.. more on this
and other stuff.. in this next blog post titled..
‘KAT Tales and Parabells’..:)
Anyway.. reference..
previous Facebook Profile photo status thingy..
i will be glad to finally be homeless in Tallahassee..
as one house is enough for me..
in fact i am so happy2..
as usual.. i am
STRIKING A
POSE.. here again!…;)
I have to admit.. Aria Onyx.. along with dance.. and connecting
to other folks and the rest of Nature AKA GOD the little
purple and red flowers that grow all naturally
without any help from me in
watering
or fertilizing
are among
my favorite
wild
and
free
life..
the
mes
sage
is
clear
FREE IS
BEAUTIFUL..;)
HAha! and my
wife tales me
i have a
‘perfect’
one too..
and with
that said
let’s go in
yet another
direction for
FREE.. YNOT
AND TABOO
TWO..
So what
will i play..
sweeTEST TABOO..
I THINK A ‘PERFECT
ONE’ IS SOMETHING I
HAVE ALREADY SEEN
A LITTLE TOO MUCH OF..
BUT the metaphor may not be
clear to others so i will DO TWO..
as
BOTH..
And HA! if the readers can see you..
this entire pasSage will be even more
hilarious and yeah.. TABOO.. moreso too..
Human Nature is mysterious.. strange.. butt
SO Fin
DAM
Interesting..
i hope i get to come to ‘another’ planet
this interesting.. to
‘FiX’.. NEXT
GO
‘ROUND..;)
Yeah… if ‘the story’ is not ‘interesting’
and does not STAND out enough
it will not stand the
test of time.. and
‘we’ are ALL going in
more interesting
directions as a global
human hive for NOW..
wRite now..
for
NOW..:)
More poetic responses from the
latest dVerse prompt..:)
That’s a fascinating take on it Mary,
and of course I play by no rules of
poetry so i don’t really have a ‘dog
in the fight’, per se, but personally
i’m a very visually thinking person
so the more adjectives and adverbs
the more I enjoy poetry as i am not
out to judge anything but experience
the beauty of life.. and visual images
are precious to me.. particularly after
losing effective use of my sight for five
years.. but admittingly before that my
perception of poetry is a total waste
of time.. but the difference now and
then is I can feel it now.. emotionally
and sensory in full meaningful way
and i was simply ‘retarded’ about
poetry before.. i can
appreciate it all
now.. as a challenge
and a beauty of life..:)
Well hmm.. sister Lynn is at the end again..
And guess what this is just pure fun..
it’s fun to be silly in modifying
poetry as silly as silly can be..
PLAY.. a forgotten art of
most humans and
we need a tent
revival
to get
PLAY
BACK
BRAVO
YOU ARE AN
EXCELLENT PLAYER
IN THE ART OF MODIFIER!..:)
True story..
when i am young my hips
are rather large for a boy..
so people tell me walk like a man..
then as a man people tell me i cannot
walk straight.. so i run.. and people tell me i run like a foal with legs
kicking out everywhere.. and now i am too old to run.. so i dance..
walk everywhere i go in ballet and martial arts way.. and leg press in practice practically more than anyone else my age.. without the aid of juiced up drugs.. moral of the story.. change is good.. and so is challenge.. and yes.. keep dancing no matter what the haters say.. as dancers win at the game of life.. yes..
‘A dark horse’ lives.. and there is even
a song for that.. that is the most popular
one on Youtube last year..
other moral of the story..
Life is Strange.. and Mysterious..
for those who change.. and or never give up…:)
ACross a NatiOn of dance i go..
a day of visit.. onLy a few steps dOne..
arms givEn rest.. a nigHt wHere pain of right shoulder
of holding up the dance gives way to turning right in sleep to ways
of hug.. a left hand way
breezes through trees of forest
a pleasUre dOMe
liVes
ONce
a
GAIN..:)
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Fables and Myths.. in general.. house vehicles and vessels metaphorInG Deeper
Human Truth and Light than ‘science’ in practice.. can ever image alone..
Sadly.. the greatest barrier now.. is a Twitter words World.. wheRe going
over 140 characters is against the rules.. in systemizing rule of science..
So yeah.. perhaps i shall not say more.. smiles.. i am all already over
the ‘New World’ limit..
And truly the first language of all primitive Tribes is Dance
and A REAL WAY of communicating A UniVersal
Innate.. Instinctual Intuitive
way of Truth and Light..
And today those dances are
more most often viewed
as non structured
and crazy..
but A
TRUTH
AND
Light
is
tHere is
NO STRUCTURE
AS REALITY
CREATES
ITsELF
AS
IT GOES..
i write fables and
myths.. my friend..
in fact i am
a fable
and or
myth
or
perhaps
not.. food
for thought
and more
than
a
tid
bit..
iN FEELinG.:)
A seed.. YES X.. is a full poem of possibilities to me..
a word can take me places where i never go bEfore..
A letter holds A UniVerse in endless flow..
and A number is
ALL THAT IS
as
ONE..
theRe are no Limits
or expectations of
poeTry to me..
the smallest
fractal
and the
greaTest
Star
are
ONE
AND
sAme
as Me..
and i for one
am never alone..
ALLone sings ALLONE..:)
And all of IS is my palette
my brush is all that
limits..
growing wider
and wider
the more
i
explore
IT NOW..
wHere no
exclusions
apply as hEart
has no contract or
Price of Sell for me..
So yes.. in short.. of
course i like
‘yoUr poem’..
most
importantly
IT changes me
and inspires something..
anything.. new in me.. what
greater compliment can
theRe be for
a connecting
force of you
and i and
we
and
poe
Try..
My father.. the quiet one
tales his brother..
a Vacuum
CLEANER
SELLER..
the ‘talking
one’.. a little
bit of you
goes a long
long way..
Ha! if only
my father
can
hear
me now..
but standing
tall Infinity
8 is
no limit
NOW
@LEAST..:P
Ha! X.. a wise man OR woman.. once says..
to truly be balanced a man must explore his divine feminine side..
and for a woman to be truly balanced she must explore her divine masculine side..
and i already do that.. so the dress is just a joke.. at this point.. haha!.. and amazingly when
i let that feminine side of me go.. all the way.. i am more of a masculine dude now.. than i
can ever imagine before.. it is truly the feminine inside us that masters the power of eyes..
and moving.. for the long term.. as expressing a full nuanced life of human emotions
is the real source of power that makes a mother a grizzly bear for her cubs..
and a father a superhero.. with empathy for all..
Those women who do not explore their masculine side.. often are weak.. and those males who do not explore their feminine side are often weak as well.. as both will for survival with the serpent brain and heart of brain are required for balance of human
101.. where two makes one balanced
divine masculine and feminine
human.. as superhuman
can
be..
and yes.. Motion of
the UnIVerse is
waves
and
ocean
of
US..
wheEe we Flow
in action and consequence
wherE Karma rains as power
in life.. rather than
death
as
Life
nOW..:)
My ‘Pet Lion’.. ‘asks me politely’..
IF i WILL display his face right side up this time as he is tired
of roaring upside down.. so i comply.. and more on wild
and native animals in this next blog post.. titled..
‘Two Wolves Ghost Dance Crazy Horse’..
and trivia note.. while my Paternal
Grandfather has dinner with
Einstein last century running
in the same political circles in New York, New York..
my Great Maternal Grandfather.. camps with Geronimo…
so which grandfather do you think and
fEEL gains more wisdom..
hmm.. that is a question
for the sAges..:)
Yes.. i comply again..
but i am not roaring this time..
not just yet.. but give me a few minutes in the gym..
with a ballet and martial arts warm up dance..
and the deep growls..
leg pressing 930LBS
twenty-five times slowly
with my arms raised in air surely do come..
that will make most smaller animals literally run for cover..
people forget we are animals.. big mistake.. as people
who do not develop their inner animal..
are never truly fear free..
as we are animals and our innate..
instinct and intuition.. will never let
go of fear and anxiety until we can feel
comfortable enough in our own body..
as we naturally
FEEL WE CAN DEFEND OURSELVES
against prey and or predator as necessary..
A key is never leave boot camp.. all animals go..
except for some unfortunate human beings who
never develop and discipline the wild that lives inside..
just imagine being fearless wherever you go.. for REAL reason too..
i do not feel invincible without practice.. and yes.. logically i know
i am not bullet proof.. but feeling comfortable enough in one’s
own skin is dam sure the next best thing.. where feet can
kick the butt of any target in a 360 degree radius..
and yes.. that takes literally thousands
of hours of practice.. and guess what..
no expensive martial arts
lessons at all..
as when our innate..
instinct and intuition flow
in real physical education from within..
that imagination and creativity can make Bruce Lee’s
out of all of us.. and yes.. if you ever see two feral cats fight..
they play by no civilized rules.. they are after the win.. whatever
it takes.. but ugh.. they will try to bite the testicles off another male cat..
at least we do not do that.. haha!.. but yeah.. a kick in ’em hard enough
will have the same devastating damage that ’cause no children to
come after that.. 930LBS of kicking power like THAT..
is a lethal weapon that i hope
and pray i never
have to use..
in the back alleys of life..:)
A mazing is that my wife approaching 26 years of marriage..
at age 45 rarely gets guessed as an age any older than 26 if not
younger.. as an American Indian Princess of sorts..
and in the dark dancing.. people have no idea i am 55..
but yeah.. i always fess up and share a photo of my
wife with girl FRIENDS dancing.. and simply
say there is no one more beautiful than her..
and yes.. i prove it.. as those Facebook photos
come in handy.. with smart phones while one
is rave dancing sober like me.. and no..
my wife neither dances or does bars..
she is super shy and yes of course..
i am THAT OTHER thing..
TOTaLLY OPPOSITE.. smiles..
but well disciplined in the heArt of
reAlly Living WILL Loving balance..
LOVE can be magic..
if one never gives up
and simply believes..
magic in general..
is as real as my 45 year old gorgeous wife..
who is ageless and timeless as a stone muse.. smiles again..:)
Dedicated to my Sioux
And Cherokee Ancestors
who live again
in eyes
and feat
of me
as DaNCE
Free Feet..
Brave as
FREE can be..
i am NOT a Ghost…
i am ‘Master Chief
Aghogday’.. i can prove
i exist.. seriously..
LITERaLLy..
Google IT..
if you do
not believe..
i for ONE
EXIST..
And
let’s FACE
fACTS.. before
12K years or so
ago.. WELL are
indigenous peoples
in land of sharing
And moVing foraGinG
wheRe we take no more
than we give less and
much more than now.. therE
is THE GOD OF BALANCE WHO RULES..
THOSE WHO GO AGAINST THE RULES OF
BALANCE
LOSE
IN the RUN..
AS CHOCOLATE
RUNS VANILLA
AWAY
NOW..
where true dominance
spells and feels color NOW..:)
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EMOTiONAL
MiNDBODY
ALLWORlDS
HaVE M0RE
THAN
OnE
MEAN
iNG
AS
oNe
wH0le
DIFFeRENTS
In honor of Einstein
A greaTest WatchMan..
my Grandfather’s
Friend.. and yes..
Einstein IS a combination
of Lao Tzu.. Buddha..
Muhammad.. Jesus..
Nietzsche.. and
many others..
he is humble
enough to
admit
this
but
few
as
he
notice..:)
Need i say more..
NO.. but
i
WiLL
wITh
Love..;)
Meaning over form for me..
last stanza
punctuates
most
for me..
sMiLes..
A moRaL
doinG
m0re
than sPeakS..:)
i read it 5 times and LOVE IT better each time.. NOW
To Love something MORE is A Secret
To Love something
less
is A
pAtH to HelL..
Lots of Love..
Some watchmen
control otHeRs
KEEP EXPANDING
KIND A LIKE GOD..
and when i go to
a bookstore i
copy just
enough
to advertise
and help
aVoid
moNeY
ALLtoGeThER..
PyraMids of Truth and LiGHT
WitH StAnD.. SaNDS
Un
TiME..
i have a
feeling thIS
prompt is gonna be fun..
smiles.. LOL WatcHman
is one of
my faVoRite
speciAl
inteRests
but i for one
JUST WATCH
wait unTil the
n0w is
JuST
TiME..:)
Oh Lynn! finAlly! you beat me to the
starting line.. and i am so appreciative
of this prompt.. and while i only
can come up with
15 words.. sorta
wayYYY short oF
Novella.. hehe!..
since i am the
only ‘Novella’
person here.. haha!..:)
yeah 40K words equals a
Novel and i’ve already done
24K in one day.. including
comments… but only 14K
GoLD in the main body.. AND
i am going to go a little ‘deeper’
here.. simply out of appreciation
that your prompt guides me tHere
and again.. please.. if it is too long..
since it may interrupt the flow of
shorter stuff.. do delete.. as you
know i lose nothing.. i believe
words in a certain way
are sacred so this
WILL BE SAVED
FOR ME…;)
A quote(S):
Isaiah 53King James Version (KJV)
53 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?
2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
‘OH.. i am told i am an ugly worm.. before and in no certain terms that i do not deserve to exist.’
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
‘Yeah.. i did that for five years.. pariah from society.. and more or less before too.. here and thEre..’
4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
‘If it’s associated with pain.. grief.. and suffering.. been there done it.. in fAct i have the empathy.. both cognitive and affective.. of around 14.5 billion years.. and i am dead dam ALIVE serious about THAT.. now.. SMILES..;)’
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
‘Yeah.. this modern culture STUFf almost kills me.. literally.. in waves of misery and suffering.. 66 months from waking to sleeping.’
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
‘True dAT…’
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
‘I did not speak until i am four.. and for 66 months i rarely speak aGain.. and the slaughter IS close at MY hand.. as some pain is worse than death as life..’
8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
‘Yeah.. two times.. and worse than prison…’
9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
‘Yeah.. i mix with both.. and continue to do so.. done deal…’
10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
‘My seed is creativity.. and it spreads in Novella form each day.. smiles..:)’
11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
‘Amen.’
12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
‘I never ask for that.. and do not care to have it.. but sometimes one gets what one asks for without asking.. and that’s how GOD works.’
The bible is a wonderful book of poetry..
and these fables in the bible do reflect reality.. this IS A story for all superheroes.. similar.. that number in untold numbers of servants/soldiers only known to GOD.. unfortunately.. literally thinking folks have assigned this Truth and Light to ONLY ONE PERSON.. AND RESTRICTED IT AS SUCH… instead of remembering the hidden meaning.. that this IS A path that is a common GOD GIVEN human archetype.. to helping other human beings.. OUT OF MISERY AND SUFFERING.. and sadly it takes away from the path.. when one only says onE person has been there done it.. and that is precisely what Jesus IS speaking TO.. too.. when he says the Kingdom of Heaven IS NOW all around us for those with GOD eyes and ears to see and hear it AND many will come after him wHo will do greater Will and Deeds with Faith.. Hope.. and most importantly Belief in Just Doing IT NOW.. sadly many people are waiting for one man to come back from the dead.. when the real man Jesus is just hoping then.. before he gives his Life for SPREAD OF Truth and Light TO HELP ALL OTHERS.. that othErs will FULFILL HIS PROPHECY IN SELF FULFILLING WAY BY FINDING THIS INNER LIGHT OF GOD’S TRUTH INSIDE AND SHINING IT BRIGHTER THAN ANY ONE BEFORE.. and yes.. my dear friend Lynn.. that takes effort.. FOCUS.. AND THE job of JOB.. and sometimes a novELla
or two.. or MORE TOO..
THIS REAL GOD STUFF
IS ‘READ HOT’ BUSINESS..
THERE ARE NO LUKE
WARM FOLKS
FROM
WHERE I ‘COME
FROM’ DEAR.. SmILES..
and i say this with Love
as there is something
in your eyes that
tales
me
you will
hear AND
SEE more
than most..:)
AND i will tale you this for sure.. from experience in
walking every now in HIS SHOES.. if ‘the REAL
JESUS’ COMES BACK NOW.. he will have
his messages deleted.. BANNED..
AND PROBABLY THE ONLY
place he will find to speak
AND ILLUSTRATE
HIS MEANINGS
is on a solitary
isolated blog
but HA! after
one has
been crucified
in flesh and blood
life more than once
ha!X2 that is a piece
OF
HOLY
CAKE..
smiLes..
HOW
DEEP
IS YOUR
LOVE FOR
HiM AND
OTHeRS
LIKE
HIm ..WHAT
WOULD YOU
DO FOR HIM
AND OTHERS..
WILL YOU FACE
MISERY.. SUFFERING..
ISOLATION FOR hIM
AND OTHERS.. i feel
you just miGHt
do it.. but not
mAny
people
can carry THAT
CROSS aGAIN
MY FRIEND
SISTER
LYNN..
NO.. IT IS
NOT EASY
HANGING ON
THE SAME PAGE
WITH
‘JESUS’..
BUT THE
REWARD
IS MOST
DEFINITELY
ETERNaLLY
AS THAT IS
ALL WE
TAKE
WITH
US….
FOREVERMORE
NOW MY FRIEND(S)..:)
AND
Oh goodness.. my notification
tales me you just beat
me to comment
on my poem2..
and yes..
dear..
if no
one else
wants to..
i for one..
AM
gonna
LIGHT
A MATCH
WRITE NOW
WITH
THIS
AND I
AM JUST
GETTING
‘WARMED
UP’.. FOR
THURSDAY’S
NEXT NOVelLa
and EL is GOD..
as symbol ONE
and like iNfIniTy..
my verse never ends
like Uni-VERSE
of ON
eNOW..:)
Western ways of thought and ‘feeling’
overall focus on reductionist
materialism.. in ways of
both science and
religion..and
one sees this
phenomenon
in both
fundamentalist
churches and
the halls of
colleges
and work
in systemizing
science
mechanical
cognition
ways
of thinking
and non-feeling
life… TO understand
life as has been done
figuratively in orient
feeling way.. is a much
different
practice
of life
than
the best
car.. house
and best
buy
overall
as money
rules a life
instead of
Loving deeper
ways.. but truly
this middle
Buddha..
Jesus..
and
Yogi
way..
is being
extinguished in
the orient too..
through mechanical
cognition ways
of life.. in
SCREAM SCREEN
ADDICTION..
and can i change
that.. probably not..
but i can identify the
problem.. yes.. and
the solution
is not new
it is the
old age
come
as
new..
and Lord
knows and
feels i need
help in this..
1.2 million
views on
Google
plus
is Still
not
much out
of 7 billion..
and even if all
hear and feel..
THAT moving
connecting
and
creating
Life is A way
to human freedom
in WiLL wIth LOVE..
just doing it alWays
more than just
heaRing
now..
but anyway..
not to try
is defeat..
and i will
never be
defeated
by
my
WiLL
and LOVE
aSoNE..:)
Hi..S
i can certainly relate.. as i’ve been to ‘this place’.. and perhaps
darker.. but only the shadows of us know and feel
or do not feel or know THAT for sure..
I do not know or feel a person CAN
lose all of meaning and purpose
AND feelings of life.. then..
And at one point
i ask someone
who has been
theRe if
it is
possible
to come back..
tHey say yes..
i do no believe
THAT at all for me..
but i am
not the
same
person
then..
and THAT
is what i hope
for you in still
a now
to
come..
i have no idea
how but
hope..
and that
is precisely
what i have no way
to feel before.. but
want to feel again.. then..
AND stepping into that
fearless for me is
A first step back..
but yeah.. sometimes THAT
takes a real catastrophe to
make it come to fruition.. and
that pain of death in life is just
the ticket for me.. then.. so yeah..
it’s hard to say what the
answer is.. but when
it comes NOW..
i’m sure you will
feel it or not then
any wAYbest
of hopes
to you..
no
matter
what..
and my friendship
with you has no
strings or ties..
it’s unconditional
as you come or
go you may..
i am just
here..
simple
AND complex
as THAT COMES
NOW.. AND THEN..
as
Fred..:)
Well.. to quote Lady Gaga in the
video named Born this Way
sHe says it doesn’t
matter if you
Love him
or capital
H I M and
H i M and
ALI
is in
Himali
and that
sounds like
Hi Am Allah
and when i come
here and read all your
poems i am so excited
as i feel GOD’s Love as
Human Living in all your
poems.. and i am
drawn to this
Love like
a gnat
to Light..
so my dear Himali
you are not hiding
THAT HIM at all.. not
in your nAMe and not
in your words HE is as
clear as your
sweet
smile
and
words
in eYes
of HISway
LOVE and
by the way
i like to think
GOD is a sHe
instead of HE as
Girls have alWays
been
nicer
to me..
starting
with my
Mother..
God is my soulmate
and whomever I find
this soulmate in HIS
the sAme to me and
tHis Love has no
nAMe
but
FEELING
TheTRUTH
AND LigHT
AND HAPPiNESS
AS CONNECTIoN..:)
‘That’ is both beautiful and poetic..
‘you’ have the gift of brevity
that is oh goodness
so hard
for
me
to find..
but yes.. i just
found ‘it’.. smiles..:)
A Construction Tree oiled by greed..
Is not a tree that fuels a soul..
SUV’s roll high and wide..
fueled by
Greed..
traVeLinG
death
tars
of hell
yet to
be
HolLed..:)
Dark eYe souls watchmenwomen
lose.. connections
aeons.. aGo..
far beyOnd
grimAce
Face..
wiNdows
souls
eyeLashes
shalLow
no
hoLd
Love
BeForE..:)
Just in my opinion..
my feeling is..
privacy
is a secret
that i do not
need.. but on
the other hand
i
have
nothing to hide..
and for me.. all these
watchers with positive intent
allow me the very freedom
that allows me
to be free
with
no
secrets..
and for me at
least.. that’s A
best place to
be..
as i do not
have anything
to hide and NOW
everything tRuly
meaningful to
find..
a world wHere
people are no
longer
afraid
to
connect
and let
tHeir
secrets
become FREE..:)
Working for the Navy..
my friends with the
WATCH.. truly
mostly abhorred
that lonely job..
but never the less..
someone must
watch..
lest
all be
lost.. in
my opinion..
now smiles..:)
i suppose the
first step
to love
is seeing
inherent
beauty..
And the last
step of Love
is never giving
up.. i walk
both paths
and for
me at
least
they
JOIN
AGAIN
@LOVE..
AND THEN
EyEs see
ALL as Beauty
All as LOVE..
and i for one
have faith..
hope.. and
most importantly
BEliEF WITH NO
DOUBTS OR FEARS
THAT WiLL
SPREAD..
NEVER
GIVING
THAT
UP
BY ShEAR
FORCE
WiLLOVEAsONe!..:)
Humans rule morals.. God establishes Nature..
Nature rules over morals wheRever humans
go.. that rarely changes wHere humans
tread in feat of blood.. tears.. fears or
guts.. to understand Nature ALL
IS to understand GOD NOW
it is not ‘sin’ to Live Now
and in some places
sacrifice of some
is required for
any to live
at ALL..
until these
places are showeRing
effective birth control
other than abortion GOD’s
Nature and abortion
will continue to rule..
True watchWOmen
of Light
do not
exclude
truth of
GOD’s
Nature
PurView..
to eliminate
human and other
creation of suffering
in all its forms from
a grain of sand
to the tallest
UniVerse
inside..outside..
above.. so below
all around as God
as US and all else
IS..just IS.. JustiCe
Lives in the
Nature
of GOD
eYes in
US and
yes.. those
other places
too.. HeLlp
is more
than
HelL.:)
Hmm.. for hundreds of thousands of years
allwHere humans lead lives of skin to skin
survival.. huddling for warmth
as mammals in frosty nights..
and sweating naked
around fires
cooking food
of day.. there
is no question if
collective
human
consciousness
exists tHere then
as this YeS NoW
is the inherent
way all social
animals
cooperate
for survival
ALLNatURaLLy
when tHey tRuly
connect in flesh and blood
ways.. now illusions of books
and screens of scream take
this away but when humans
need each other for SURVIVAL
the conscious
is group
and
never
lives alone..
i dance to connect
in flesh and blood life..
ink is ashes of meaning
but only goes
above
skin
deep..
i suppose some folks
in our modern cultures
lose almost
all perspective
of this..
and that my
friend is the
apocalypse of
hell already here
in living feat..
i dance
instead
with
toes
that
bleed..;)
Oh by the way..
nice poem..
and Lots
of Love friend..
with the group
conciousness
thingy.. as
virtual
stuff
never matching
the real flesh
and blood
dance
of
Life that is
never soloALONE
BUtTALLONE..:)
First of all.. i don’t often say this
but yes.. this is the best poem
yet.. here.. surprisingly only
three likes.. with
me.. not surprising
at all.. WE in the
Western World
most often
cannot
see this
deep..
and
finAlly
monks come out
of hiding and sing
whether heard or seen..
i see you and i hear you
and this my friend
is a most
beautiful
sonG..:)
i suppose if more can hold the hand of dying
so many more will appreciate life..
perhaps what is hidden from
so many.. should
be held in
hands of
both Love
and appreciation
of Life as is NOW..
and no a TV show
is not the same
as the hand of
life that lends
a hand of
friend
to
death
in Life..:)
A mood lifTer
is nOW
in
ARt
aNd
orDer..:)
True the light can go out..
but a flame rekinDled
WiLL burn
briGhter
than
ever before
in Watchman
delight in Light
and sharing Now
too always NOW..:)
Eyes look.. and change
but a voice
can
be heard..
i for one
use dance
where feat
of feet
speak
louder
than words.
but my words
and feat of
feet gives
my wife
headaches
and make
her dizzy..
so i revert
back to
the
written
world
of words..
just to be
kind to her..
what a muse
she is huh..
for many
many
many
words..
and so much
other stuff
too..;)
Oh.. Lord when do humans become
so shy.. to not share achievements
in life is a disorder
that i used
to have..
named
Autism..
i finally get
over it..
and i hear
about it
again..
smiles..
again..
quiet is
only for
those who
care not to sing..
and that’s OK too..
as even in the
rest of the
animal
kingdom
about
20% of
all species
are suggested
to be born this way..
but perhaps even
they can
change
too..
as we
more or less
share the same
epigenetic potential
for change.. IF the
challenge for that
IS enough..
but enough on
that i sing..
i sing..;)
When i go to church there is a watchman
at each door making sure folks
play by rules..
and insuring
that no one
barefoot
in dirty
sandals
gets in
like Jesus..
i wear shoes
and shorts all
year ’round
and wear
funny
shirts..
church
wise
barely
‘legal’
with
dripping
sarcasm
exposing
general
cultural
insanity..
but NO
i will
not
throw
A baby
of Love
out
with
any amount
of dirty water..
WaTching is rarely
enough.. change is
always in doing from
within
yes
ZEN..
is
what’s
for doing
US
NOW..
But
rarely
ever
quiet
in
connecting
nOW in
dance or
sonG..:)
And the ‘powerful play’ of life goes on..
the conTrollers of human nature
vs. Nature that WiLLs
BE FREE..
human
lives Free
in Bonobo eyEs..
and morals
dictate
Nature
is
wrong..
And God
laughs
without
human clothes…
and ALL else compRiSing
MOSt REAL HUMAN EyES..
A Gospel
of Thomas
VERSE 37 OUT
of the guise
PAST then
of religion
speaks well
to ThIS
NatURe
US..:)
37) His disciples said to him,
“When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip
naked without being
ashamed, and
take your garments
and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you
will see the child of the
Living, and you
will not
be afraid.”
-Jesus AKA Yeshua, Et al…
i Love a person who is not
afraid to speak the truth
and light.. sadly the
consequence for Jesus
of talking about
this BASIC TRUTH
AND LIGHT ABOUT
HUMAN THEN..
seems from
all reports
to be a tortuous
consequence of
crucifixion
then.. hmm..
truly would
he have the
fearless
NATURE TO DO
THIS IN THE RAW
ON A BLOG TODAY
TO JUST DO IT
NOW INSTEAD
OF JUST
TALKING
THE TALK
OF A PIOUS
PRIEST..
i think so
in fact i feel
so.. so i JUST
DO IT NOW..
WITH NO
PAIN..
NO REGRET
AND ONLY
TRUTH
AND LIGHT
AS GOD LIVES
IN ME AS TRUTH
AND LIGHT ALL
NATURALLY NOW FROM
HEAD TO TOE TO YES..
MY FRIEND THE END
OF PENiS.. as pen
in hand and pen IS
below all that
inspires life
is GOD
eYes
whether
we want to
admit the
TRUTH AND LIGHT
IN US OR NOT..
IT LIVES
ABOVE
AND YES
SO BELOW
IN PENS
OF HANDS
AND PENS
OF
IS..
AND yes.. I MIGHT
BE DELETED.. BANNED..
unfriended.. but ah..
nah.. thanks god never
ever.. really crucified
FROM CERTAIN INTERNET
AVENUES FOR DOING THIS..
BUT THE REAL LOVE OF
JESUS LIVES IN SIDES
OF ME FEARLESSLY
FREE AS GOD
CLOTHES
ME
FROM
THE START..
JESUS IS..
the REAL
ALL NATURAL
JESUS DUDE iS
F**KING
FUnKInG
GENiUS
AND BY
GOD
SO
am
i..:)
And yeah.. anywhere
anytime you see
the number
37
on this blog..
it is a sign
from GOD
of Truth
and Light..
believe it
or not it is
the signature
on most all my
posts in this
blog.. yes..;)
in the flesh
and blood from
head to toe..
and yes..
in the
number
of Facebook
and Twitter
connections too..
GOD is bound by
no human constructed
rules.. GOD rules all
and GOD is F**KING
HILARIOUS SOMETIMES
WHEN GOD WiNKs back
at US.. sorry if you
cannot heaRt God with
all your purpose and
meaning in Life.. IT IS
no problem for me.. as i
face GOD face to face. in
all nows of human flesh and
all the
rest..:)
A few words in defense of the
mythological fallen
Angel of Light..
Lucifer is no devil
Lucifer is God’s highest
prize of human who achieves
higher eYES OF GOD’S INNATE
INHERENT INSTINCTUAL INTUITIVE
GIFT WITHIN OF HUMAN POTENTIAL
AND IN FACT.. looking over the
religion of Luciferianism
in simple Wiki LInk
IT is practiced
much more
like
THE ORIGINAL
CHRISTIANITY
OF JESUS THAN
THE SOCIAL
DARWINISM
OF MODERN
CHRISTIANITY
IN THE WAY
IT IS FUNDAMENTALLY
PRACTICED IN EXTREMIST
WAYS THAT IN DOING SO
SUGGESTS THAT NOW
HUMANS ARE MORE
LIKE GREEDY
RAPING
PILLAGING
ALPHA MALE
CHIMPANZEES INSTEAD
OF ALL LOVING MATRIARCHAL
LEANING MOVING CONNECTING
CREATING BONOBOS OF LIFE
WHO WE MUCH BETTER REFLECT
IN OUR GOD GIVEN NATURES
THAN PEOPLE WHO
WILL SUGGEST
HOMELESS
FOLKS
WITH
MENTAL
ILLNESS
SHOULD
JUST PULL
UP THEIR BOOTSTRAPS
OR STARVE TO FRIGGING DEATH…
ANYWay A greaTest fear of
folks who are psychopathic
leaning who have no soUl
of empathy of human
heArt of Truth
and Light
spiRit of
inherent
emotional
connection
expressing
a satisfying
Love that fills
over the bounds
of Chalice
of LOVE..
IS that humans
will gain their
INHERENT FREEDOMS
OF POTENTIAL AND THEY
WILL BE FEARLESS TOUGH
UNCONDITIONAL LOVING
HUMAN BEINGS PASSIONATELY FEELING
WHO WILL NEVER BE CONTROLLED
THROUGH ILLUSORY FEARS
SUBJUGATING REPRODUCTIVE
FREEDOMS AND ALL OTHER
FREEDOMS STIFlED
BY OTHERS
FOR
MATERIALISTIC
GAINS AND POWER
ESTABLISHED THROUGH
POLITICAL AND RELIGIOUS
RULING HEADS OF STATE
AND RELIGION..
Anyway.. Lucifer
is a much more
beautiful Angel
than all that
human CULTURAL
AND RELIGIOUS
ST8FF.. in
my opinion
at least.. and
no of course Lucifer
is not real.. Lucifer
is simply a well established
historical and pre-historic
human archetype for humans
who are looking to move out
of the cave and explore the
ART of Light and Truth
instilled in our
DNA
BY
GOD
so yeah..
Rock on Lucifer
Lights IN Truth
oF Human Potential
SpiRit briGht..
God IS THE GoD
of ALL that IS..
YES ALLNOW the enTire
VERB AS FORCE OF ALL..
separate GOD into
less than one..
and you are
worshipping
more
than
ONE GOD
it’s as
simple
as
1 equals 1..
and
US of
course
as
1..
and not
hell NOT
that does
not equal
three.. as
the Tree of Life
is One TREE LIKE
A BLANKET NOW
OF UNCONDITIONAL
COSMIC AND SPIRITUAL
LOVE AS ABOVE SO
BELOW.. INSIDE..
OUTSIDE.
ALL AROUND..
YES.. I REPEAT
CORE MESSAGES
OFTEN..
TOO.. AS
I AM A
VOICE OF
ONE
WITH
FRIENDS
MOREAsONe..:)
HA!.. SORRY if i digress but my Father..
a Court Baliff whose watchman
duty is to guard the judge
and jury.. is caught
on the local
news dozing
just like
that in court..
and ha! he
always
dozes..
and just
relaxes and
says the hell
with human
potential
and says
i am just
gonna relax..
nah.. not me
i have to be
at least
aWAKE
to get
the JOB
DoNE..
the Rules of
Numerology
traditionally
say a human
being who has
completed all
lifetimes tasks
can just sit back
and relax and do
nothing or everything
as that is what the gift
of truly free relative human
free will brings.. my father
and i go in different
directions and so
does his father
too.. different
strokes.. at
least he saved
enough money
for me to
continue
my hobby
now.. Karma
IS JUST DOING
IT NOW.. and he
helps me in his
death to do
JUST THAT..
so i’ll say thanks
to him and to you
my friend for
inspiring
this ironic
thought
as well..
watching
JUST WATCHING
BUT HELL YES
JUST DOING IT
TOO2NOW1..;)
YES.. ME too..
i’ve been waiting for this
moment for 55 years.. and
now
now
never
ends..;)
Yes.. my friend.. GlaSs is onLY
half full when we feel
Chalice
less
EARTH
WIND
FIRE
WATER
LOVinG
MORENoW..:)
Thanks so much lifeconfusions for dropping by
with those kind words of appreciation.. and A matchbox IS
catching Fire soon enough.. what comes next will be more than this..
as we know what happens when a box full of matches.. catches fire and escapes… smiles again..:)
Oh yes.. X.. even the science of human being suggests some humans
are full of creativity and some are full of control per
liberal vs. conservative.. and it takes
both to make
a world
turn
NOW..
that will
never change
as long as
humans
breathe
flesh
and
blood..:)
Yes.. Bjorn.. BOTH are required.. and to have
peace the two must get along..
either in one
body..
two people..
are a world
full
of
BOTH..
AND THE
first step to
JUST GETTING
ALONG IS UNDERSTANDING
ALL THE DIFFERENCES AND
SIMILARITIES
TOO..
that is the
hard
part..
to budge
an inch
one way
or the
other for
some.. smiles..:)
Hi Lynn.. just return from your place
and i thank you again.
for this
amazing
prompt!
So INSPIRATIONAL
I AM GONNA KEEP
GOING
LIKE
THE ENERGIZER
BUNNY NOW..2
TRULY
ALIVE..:)
Yes.. friend Glenn.. my father in Law Enforcement for 46 years most definitely
gifts me with the watchman gene that comes through
strong too.. with his Father.. a Catholic
Priest.. getting excommunicated
and traveling
A way
of Protestant
Evangelism
the rest
of the
way
Converting
Catholics and
such as that..
So yeah.. i can
be hall monitor
too.. UGH
BEEN THERE
AND DONE IT
ALLTOmUCH
IN FEDERAL
EMPLOYMENT
LAND..
BUT..
ART is
so MUCH
more FUN..
i’ll let the
‘others’ take
care of the
HALL MONITOR
STUFF FOR NOW..
KNOWING.. YES..
WELL.. FULLY..
THAT MUST
BE DONE
FOR SOCIETY
TO ROLE ONe..:)
Hi Sanaa.. i definitely take
a quick precise
strike
at the
Watchman’s
Matchbox
at
hand
smiles..
EXECUTION
STYLE TOO 2..
thanks for coming
by with those nice
words of appreciation
for what i match here..
today..
like
a
mocking
JaY for
Now i
A
M..
as Root..:)
Yes.. Grace i think the greaTest
most challenging lives
are when we all gET
to play as many roles
as available.. and my
favorite way to do it..
is as actor..
director
and
producer
of my own
play sharing
it all with GOD
that of course IN
cludes all othErs NOW
iNside.. outSide.. aBOVE.
so BElow.. all aRound NOW..:)
Thanks so much Mary..
i think we most all have the
potential to show a unique view
and add a verse to the UniVerse
as is as something new.. smiles..
and thanks for dropping by
with those kind words
that i too see..
as unique and different..:)
Yes.. mY friend Hank.. thanks..
IT stiLL woRks
liKe a fineLY
oiLed waTch
wOmAn tUne
aS NOw..:)
Hi Victoria.. Quantum Physics shows THAT realiTy
is not as concrete as science suggests
before.. but ha! anyone reAlly
in the FEELING OF LIFE
NEEDS NO physics
to undertand
that TRUTH
AND LIGHT
THAT
we
MOST
ALL
are gifted
wITH from Birth..
yes.. science now or
whomever long before
then.. renames GOD to
NATURE.. but science
is but a
scribe
to ALL THAT
NATURE THAT
IS MORE MYSTICAL
AND BEAUTIFUL
THAN ANY
WORK
OF
HUwo
Man NOW
alone.. and
the deeper we
see the greater
Quantum Human
Mind as a reflection of
the Cosmos that is GOD
unto Itself SHINES BRIGHT
UNLEASHING RELEASiNG
IN HUMAN POTENTIAL
AS WE COME
TO BETTER
REFLECT
OUR
TRUE
PARENT
FOREVER
NOW INSIDE..:)
More poetic responses to the
Tuesday dVerse prompt
on ‘Watchman’..
Bird Watchers
Bird Saviors one in same..
Fly Life Live Life Save Life live..:)
Center Light
Balance
Fires Watchman
eYes briGht and SoLid
piercing views NOW..:)
Cats Killing Sport for Eat..
Cats Loving Protecting Us..
Cats Grieving Master Gone…:)
Ah.. yes.. to give up thoughts of
Watchman
and just breathe.. Dance LiFe.. LiVE
FULL in Mindful awareness whEre
emotions and senses Dance Free liGhT
in balance of moving FEAT of LOVE..:)
Well X.. unlike S.. i’ll share a short story.. her name S.. for Sonia too.. lights up the Son in me.. and takes it away.. and the path after that is mostly darkness.. but eventually i go on a vision quest and the rest is history.. and although this kind of past is common.. somewhat.. among young college adult males.. really sad you are asked to leave the church.. i avoid ‘those’ kind of churches like the plague by the way.. and now no one has the ‘balls’ to tale me to leave.. haha!.. at least not in brick and mortar churches.. hehe.. but yes.. excellent job of sharing this desperation and pain of life..in poetic aesthetic expression.. that does often mix with suicidal thoughts as well.. but thank GOD those didn’t come to me.. then.. until i actually experienced the literal suicide disease with a guarantee of those thoughts in medical literature.. per Trigeminal Neuralgia.. but it was worth it to relate better to others who live or have lived in that boat that sinks to the ocean floor.. and yes.. regarding Sonia.. it took me about three years to forget enough to move on
and really enjoy life for the quarter of a century or so
after until darkness comes again.. LIGHT UP NOW..
TG..!..IT’s NOW..:)
tGiN!..;)
And hmm.. puts on spectacles and shrink hat.. and raises left Spock eyebrow.. could those ‘other’ girls be an expression of that first girl.. including this ‘S’.. hmm…. i didn’t get full closure until i actually contacted Sonia.. last year.. through her daughter.. and truly i needed to do that.. although.. i couldn’t admit it until brave enough to do it.. and i never dream about her anymore.. as i honestly I did.. somewhat disturbingly so.. until i closed that book shut completely.. about a year ago.. just a thought…. and a rhetorical question.. no need to answer.. smiles.. i had blocked the pain of that experience out of my life for decades revisiting me in dreams.. and forcing myself to remember it when i lost my emotions is part of what helped me to gain back my emotions.. i contacted her and thanked her for the pain.. as that’s just another dark savior in my life.. that eventually literally helps saves my soul.. again the dark and light mix.. too many people discount the power of
THE DARK AS
ULTIMATE LIGHT..:)
Inspiring.. X2.. yes.. inspiring.. i spend some time under the Interstate 10 bridge Gulf loop boardwalk at the Casinos in Biloxi.. last year.. talking to some combat veteran wandering Jesus’ who were currently living under the bridge.. there was no doubt they had fully escaped culture.. i could relate to everything these Jesus’ said.. and then there was no doubt that i finally had fully arrived.. smiles.. i never pass a Jesus on the side of the road.. without giving him at least a dollar for a beer or whatever.. after all HE earned it…:)
THANKS X.. AND Yes..
i Love homeless people and at the bottom of my hell..
where I could not even wander into the backyard with a TV dinner
without stumbling and falling.. i could see the
great strength of courage.. survival..
Love of life and others.. in the eyes of homeless folks on the side of the
strengthSTREET.. and for me to gain the courage and the strength
to be their friend in the flesh and blood.. is proof that i am finAlly
a Loving Soul.. and i wish more of the people i know from the
‘BIG CHURCH’ of life could bring
this to fruition in their life as well..
where a kind voice and
firm loving handshake and a
discussion of life goes so much farther
than just a dollar ALONE in life..:)
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