i’M F*KinG A 0KAy

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StArting off this 693rd Macro-verse of Longest
Long Form Poem ever sTiLL approaching
4 Million words perhaps sometime
later this year.. and currently
pacing somewhere around 1.5
million words a year.. around
30K words every week and
yes.. recently..
42K.. in one
week of Novel
size.. yes.. i like
Numbers and statistics..
just for fun… in metrics
of/for wHere i’Ve been and
what milestones have come
and do continue to go in juSt
doing iT way.. and at 5743 miles
currently measured in all Nike GPS
Watch Dance antics noW iN ballet and
martial-arts like Free FloW iN ZonE waY
of Free Verse Dance.. i am running a little
behind in doing the usual 166.66 miles a month
if i would have finished 6,000 miles by the beginning
of September.. but i suppose the words have come on noW
a little stronger.. and i do not wear that watch everywhere i
go in dancing way.. as some places like Seville Quarter and
the Military Gym do not have any access to GPS tracking in
meaSuRinG way.. and of course in some buildings the tracking
device is much more accurate than others.. so sure it is a best
case estimate.. but it is pretty safe to say i go about 4 miles an
hour on average.. every which way and very loose and
the average go time also.. according to the Nike
watch keeper is 2 hours or so..
sometimes less.. and sometimes
23 miles in one day of 8 hours
or so.. as i have specifically
documented in a past
Mall dance as well..
in Nike GPS Sports watch
way.. anYway.. i will not be celebrating
my millennial land mark of dance like i did
last August for 4K miles this August.. as it
appears it will come well into September
for 6K miles tHere as i have been going
around 2k miles average a year..
with 2014.. as the most
productive one..
as in 2015..
i was prompting
myself with poetry on
Both the Wrong Planet and
the dVerse site every dam day..
with a blog post nearly every daM
day too.. two a week at 13 to 17K or
so as average length is comfortable
enough for me.. with dance to balance
all that sitting out.. yes.. off this God Dam
27 inch i Mac all in one screen.. anyway with
closing in on 12 Million words total of writing
since Thanks Giving Day of 2010.. closing
in on 4 Million words since my Ocean
Poem whole Word Press Blog
stArted.. in my 36th month
noW and the 42nd month i Am
iN Since March of 2013.. wHeRe
the first poetic spark camE around
the first of March iN 2013.. or so.. along
with this.. my 122nd Dance Week at old Seville
Quarter and around 100K or so photos used in
conjunction as visual poetry in my blogs and on
FlicKR too.. thaT first year before i made my
Ocean Poem FlicKR three.. hehe.. with all
the nude free verse art in New age
Renaissance as an Egyptian Min style
kiNda Baroque aLL A toGeTher as strike A
post stuFF2.. as yes.. thiS is a little too
much for most folks noW most all the
time now.. the greaTest pArt oF aLL
oF All of THiS iS iT has been a
Super Epic Blast and i haven’t
been pAid a God dAM penny oR
green bLack dollar BiLL for any oF
what i’Ve done in literAlly sweat.. tears
and blood.. as sure.. when i first started dancing
the feet kicked on the ‘other’ leg.. and there were some
falls.. Before i got rid of my colt legs then.. but i keep on juST
DoinG iT and tallyiNg uP what i do for the documenting record.. noW
aS hell.. i am likely the only one anYwHere who could keep uP wiTh
wHat i do.. even if someone else tried tHeiR very hardest to
do tHat inStead of ME.. so yes.. a mostly individual
effort hEar.. wiTH truly a lot of help more than
a little from all the ‘friends’ i for one see
NoW in everyone per se.. but these close
to 69 months of doing all of this
now.. sure GoD daM beats the
33 months before that when
i couldn’t do a dam thing
and was a shut-in not
only in my bed-room but
in my head back then without
effective use of my body..including
eyes and ears.. without great pain..
almost intolerable.. so lost.. so lost
in space.. like an ET who didn’t live here
anymore.. anYway.. 3 years of recovery i’M
sTiLL celebrating here and maKinG it a full month
celebration as i do count mY blesSinGs iN GraTiTude
way all around all the ways that does come now..
as all tHeRe is is noW for mE.. and the
more holy and sacred i maKe iT alL anD
tHe more i bEcoMe mindfully
aware of the moment
oF noW.. in MoVinG..
ConNecTinG and CreATinG..
the more Heaven is ReAL noW.. and
the more i have to offer other folks in poTenTial
hELp way too.. so.. anyWay as A measuring.. giVinG.. and shaRinG stick
has been taken out.. i put iT bacK iN and let’s see what comEs NeXT..
as this takes actually thInKinG in mechanical cognition ways..
and what i like best IS A Free fLow iN ZonE arT liFe.. noW..
oh yeah.. and at minimum wage.. months ago.. i already
calculated that if i got paid minimum wage and
just the costs of what i have put into this..
for this 69 months now.. and less
months then.. iT would still be
approaching 200K dollars
now.. and Jesus F. iN Christ..
iF i had juSt a Penny for every
word i wrote.. that too.. would be
approaching 120K dollars too now.
but leT mE tale yA.. tHeRe is no price
to put on the tag of FeeLinG and SeNSinG
HeaveN noW.. and all oF tHis iS equAlly
paRt of Heaven NOW too.. as i continue
to effortlessly floW iN ZonE foR NoW so-FReED..:)



WeLL.. sUre as i stARt off the second
Micro-Verse of 693rd Macro-Verse Here
of Longest Long Form Poem aS SonG oF
mY soUL noW.. i guess i could have just sAid..
i AM A iSreaL Forest Gump.. And Jonathan
Livingston Epic Seagull noW.. aNd suRe..
kinda liKe some other folkS in.. eTc.. eT aL..
history and movie
books..eTc.. too..
but it does geT
a little lonELy soMe
nowS in thEse hiGh HeAven
cLouds.. so i SinG a SonG
to MySelf thAT juST sayS i AM
noW WiTh
WiNks.. as
thAT iS whAT
A sMiLe anD A
Giggle.. anD A
heARty beLLy lAugh
caN sound liKe too.. juSt
iN organic word pLay waY of ceLebRaTinG
liFe aLL WiTh zer0 stUFF to hidE noW2..
Hmm.. yes.. ‘i’M F*KinG A OK’.. noW
And tHeRe’s A title
aLready of number 693..
inspired by Styx now 2..
numbers and other stuff
2 too.. and yes i am most
deFiniteLY FucKinG GaY
Happy noW too.. butt.. let’s juSt
say i aM all Happy aBoUt Women
aLL F*KinG A oKay too.. noW fuLLy aS Such2 Now..;)


Hello.. mY FriEnd gigoid..
nice to see you back.. and
offering your back to save a little
puppy dog is certainly reflective now
of a nurturer and a i care giver FOR
liFe.. very commendable.. i must say sir..
yeah.. by the way in real life i call most everyone
sir/ma’m.. it’s that Clark Kent thingy i can’t seem to get rid
of from
birth either..
hehe.. before
the Good Cop
Mr. Hyde comes
and goes.. anyWay..
i can certainly relate to
Emily.. perhaps more than
most as in her poem here i read..
that i quote hEar too as WeLL.. iN dArk…

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never in extremity
It asked a crumb of me.

~~ Emily Dickenson ~~”

i read this as a sour-sweet despair
of the one who has felt this sweet bird
of hope.. but who has lost all memory of
the feeling of that.. and perhaps the emotions
of faith and belief too.. as yes.. they can be emotions
for most folks.. when pro-social emoTioNs live from birth
with the MotHer’s Hand or other close to breast caregiver
that gives that Loving oxytocin nurturing care from birth..
particularly iN years 0 to 3.. EmoTioNs heal.. tHere
is no doubt about ThAt.. the NoW happy
neuro-chemicals and neuro-hormones
bathe the cells from head to toe
in peptide way.. and when
this bird of hope.. faith
and or belief and all
the other nuanced
Pro-social Gay happy
EmoTioNs do not live in
our cells from toe to headway..
life can certainly be a colD and Trump
place.. i seriously doubt that Trump
would even notice a puppy
on the side of the ‘wrong’..
but that is what Trumps
do.. and even make
puppies more
humans too..
perhaps.. i shouldn’t
pick on Trump(s) but ‘he’ FucKs
WitH mY FriEnds and that makes
the Good Cop Mr. Hyde come out.. heHe..
as sure.. i am as gay happy as they come.. NOW..
but ‘they’ wouldn’t wanna sees my Hyde come OUT..
anyWay.. the poem reminds me of the old dead zone
days where i couldn’t feel a God dam thing but pain..
as yes.. that never ending dentist drill in my
right eye and ear with no God Dam Pain
Killer that would work from wake to
sleep for 66 months named
type two-Trigmeinal neuralgia
that a Google search in .83 seconds
picks up 16,500 matches with my
user name and thAT.. as yeah..
i think i’Ve reported that
pain a noW anD oR
16,459 other
instances too..
but the truth is when
i was enduring it for the
first 6 million or so words
i wrote online.. i only mentioned
it a handfulXnow.. as the reality was
too much to even FucKinG talk about..
like being in hell and writing a story about
iT.. ain’t what someone does when they are living
tHeRe for 33 or so months straight before words become
the first opportunity to escape it all.. like a drop of Lazarus
water in hell for sure.. as empty shells that flutter in a dark
oiled bird of pit.. of words.. anyWayX2.. i was riding a bike around the
block.. in the deadzone as something i could do.. without passing OUT
on foot.. as standing up the blood could hardly
get to my head back then.. particularly
in warm Temperatures in Florida then
too.. and the lady around the block
stopped me and said i don’t know
what my Mother in-law
would do without hope..
in her Mother-in-law’s
’bout of illness then..
and i just sat there thinking
i haven’t heard the word hope in so long..
that it was kinda surprising to even now
here someone say it all.. but quite honestly
then.. i had no FucKinG idea what the
feeling of hope was.. if i had ever felt
a smile.. a laugh or what FucKinG
FeeLinGs even were aT aLL back then..
the pain i experienced watching someone
else smile was the pain of the bird of hope
that never touched me in anyway then..
i know then and feelless of what this
place of HeLL was then..
iT IS A place
a drop
of water
or crumb
of Food is
nothing at all
as all ya wanna do
is feel just a God dam
second one more time now
before you die.. and i suppose
that is part of why i didn’t kill myself
as all i wanted to do was FeeL a FucKinG
I SAY sMiLes at the beGinGinG oF every GOD DAM
LINE.. i FuCkinG mean iT as i’ve been to a place wHere
smiles never existed..
not even
in NOW
a memory
then.. now
as they
say for Horatio
there are places in this
life that some folks have
never been.. there iS and to
live in this place of living
death is hell
is hell
is the
so IN OTHER words my
FriEnd.. i can certainly feel your
pain.. and i am certainly glad i can..
but the most important pArt of LIFe
tHere is that i can care now.. a liFe
Trump Place
oF HeLL.. i know
Trump lives in HeLL
’cause i have seen that
place but in his case i don’t
think or feel he’s ever been alive..
so yeah.. i have sympathy for the
Devil as God blessed me with the
experience of living in REAL DEVIL’S SHOES.. then..

SMiLeS noW..


WeLL.. the Haibun.. Haiku dVerse theme
of the day is Romance.. and of course as
i enter this Romance Domain.. it will be all
go for broke and love.. as i do my own style
of Fredbun and Fredku.. after getting back now
from the Military Gym engaged in very serious Fredfu..
and you kNowFeeL human nature is kinda strange.. the way
a male warrior sees and feels the world much different than
a damsel in distress.. funny how the heat of the moment can be
Romance and dominance too.. as another part of the Nature game
of primate too.. submission shy.. and dominate extrovert.. can be the
name of a Romance game with mix of EmoTioNs and SeNses too..
sure that all togeTheR makes the passion of reproduction
come in all the ways it does.. along with nurturing
family members in what comes next
after that.. now..
and it’s interesting
the way that works in
a balance of lust and love..
as passion can build in the largest
sexual organ there is that of course
is the human brain that directs the much
smaller organs in breeze of getting the
lust and love job done of continuing
the species as such.. anyway
this struggle to survive in all
the passion of a balance
of lust and love
that is
powerful in a species
that can mate 365 days
a year.. given the potential
‘messiness’ of doing that every
day of the month.. but sTiLL.. Libido
IS A powerful Force.. where what normally
would disgust as even science shows melts
away.. like a multi-colored M and M that melts
in a mouth and not in hands.. okay.. remembering
entendre and innuendo of wit.. can keep thaT job donE
to eXplore hUman romance from the coiN of tale to head..
you see.. and potentiAlly FeeL.. i eXplore iT aLL iN PoEtry..
imAginAtion.. and creatiVity.. even in the flesh of ART2..
but i am as self-controlled as A FucKinG Jesus2..
outside this Internet art stuff as discipline of
Monastery can and does come..
i don’t drink.. i don’t smoke..
i don’t do drugs… and i
don’t FucKinG ever
cheat on my wife
and she knows every
single way i do art in all the
ways that comes.. she knows i Love
everyone including all of Nature in a white
Love way and I have intense affection for all of that
aS ReaLiTy too.. the thing is she spent THAT hell with me
in a basket case way back when for 66 whole months then
of death.. in life.. i came out a different person.. the wildest
and lovingNesT man you miGht have Ever dONe sEEn or fELt..
and if you are loved by me NoW you may never ever be loved like
HONOR.. but i wouldn’t hurt a fly.. or flower.. or a butterfly down below..
i will just love eyes and lips.. and hips the same.. from a distance
from a Love that never
will end..
and when the
night comes and
and i lay my head down
to sleep i will snuggle with
my wife.. and do the next
day the same way
of unconditional
fearless love
where i cherish
all beauty in an
innocent lust and
love for iT all from below
to above.. inside.. outside
and all around Nature and
all of what i Love wriTe noW..:)

And BeFore i move on in play..
to the dVerse Romance thingy..
as i AM juSt about to Run out of
gas unless the Romance poems get
me going over there.. every Romance
Novel.. or short story.. or macro-verse..
or micro-verse of poeTry noW too..
needs a little mystery.. a little
intrigue and a little
eYe to
go along
WitH aLL oF
thaT isReAL noW2..:)

yeah.. i danced to this song at the gym tonight like magic..
oh.. so free.. in front of a few women with Yoga pants..
oH.. i never glanced at any of them.. but
i could FeeL
funny how
yA can feel things
even if you go into
A environment literAlly
FuckInG blind like me at the gym..
with no shades of eYes or even grey..
but yeah..
i FucKinG
earn every move
with the greaTest
of care
trust me i could
write a Romance Novel
like you never felt before
as the thing that every
woman remembered
about me
was just
the touch
of my finger tips..
to a cheek to a brow..
to eYes yes that see a
feeling soul below..
i could go
on and
on and
on and on..
but i have poEtry
to visit in a delicate way..
with Force of EmotiOns on Fire..;)

From aCross the alley..
the BowLinG one.. in ’89..
19.. me 29.. Pacific Islander
Ocean brown eYes thaT cOUld
bE feLt deeper than
water blues..
snow white
Goddess Isis
in tan style sKin
who still never
ages in an age of
Adaline thaT is Katrina
at 46.. funny how folks don’t
believe.. it.. but now that’s
how goddess life goeS oN..
never bOught
never sOld
never wOrkEd..
onLY maGiC oF
fearless love…

SinGs a SonG
oF ALWays
reNewal iN
jewEL oF LoVe liGht.. noW
IS A warLock hAir oF BeWitched..:)

DanCinG liGht of Love
eYes meet.. soul to me..
Isle out of cave..
soUl oF bLackest
bottom wHOle
a tropical
Island of LoVe
iN mY Backyard
desert garden eve

yoU.. thiNk..
it’s a fairy tale…
ye.. wiTh
iSREAL faith…

my friEnd.. not that it matters
the lEast iN poetry
land or anywhere
else wHere a soUL
SinGs true but
i never kNew
are a
until now…

funny how the feeling
mind works now around
all caps of a name my
friEnd.. anyway.. good
to see you aGain..
and may
come your way..
in whatever way you
like.. toGeTher or lone..

And like honest Abe
says.. i cannot tale a lie..
my wife Isis is both mother..
sister and a little bit of wife…

And i my
friEnd am
thE real Peter
pan as Pan..
iN my own
noW of
land now..
but a nice
one folks tale
me as i never have
a stress with Isis putting
me back toGether AgaiN.. the good
Goddess and not the F iN head hunters..
and bEfore i came back from a River Styx..
sure i
too.. and
i suppose all
my words are HoruS now..
aT lEAst iN pArt of ArT my FriENd..;)

sMiLes.. Victoria.. my friEnd.. i suppose if words
were the way to hEart as a young man
and i had only sHades without eyes
to Love.. my wife.. i might
have never met her..
as Lord
i couldn’t
even hardly
sign a Christmas
Card as much more
than sincerely yoUrs..
the liGht waS in my eYes
unTil the siGht and hEaring went
away as pain.. and those i had to make
organic words..
or my
yes.. did
suffocate to death..
funny how the words
eventually even took the
pain in my eye and ear away…
but oF course it was the renewal
of a heArt and spiRit eXpreSsinG neW
EmoTioN in empty sHells thAt eventually
becAMe eYes of Love aGain.. i suppose
the words were alWays tHere.. i just had
to become
deaf then..
to feel and
save them
mY friEnd..
and i suppose
the travel of pain
is worth this eventual
destination in words of Love..

Love SinGs
in eYes blind
deaf off words oF SonG..:)

Victoria responds..

love your responses – thank you..;)

and i saY iN ThanKinG reTurn..

Thank you
My FriEnd..
i equAlly
Love the
Of poetry
A song of
Response aS WeLL..:)

And Victoria in compliment says..

You’re a master of that!

And i somewhat humbly

A practicer
Who never
Ever gives up
Or quits for
Less than

And now
i go on
to the

IS A laugh
that never wears pants..
or head of house hold per say..
the frOwn that
cracks a grin..
and the
only tickles
a chagrin as
Win for Love..

works Love
works hard..:)

Well.. if one can
romance a stone..
why not a dress..
or even a pair of pants..
as what moves sings in
of joy..

Some mushy
Some move
juSt do..:)

Life gives Love gives..
gives life gives love..
and the cycle
goeS oN
as Long
Life gives..

gives love’s
gift liFe..:)

Nature kindles
Love aS Eden way..
Deserts without life
tenders loving
way darker..
fertile than soUL liGhTnoW..
Meadows as valleys
wherever life rises
over ‘theRe’..

SoUl oF
sAnd wiTh Love..:)

sMiLes.. romance
without a little
is just
science abstract
to me.. thank you..
that’s the way i like it
my friEnd.. alWays noW..

the best
pArts out..:)

WeLL.. i guess.. just goes to
sHow one can take the
girl away from the
culture and
but taking
the mother
and culture
away from the
girl.. is next to
impossible.. i never
expected anything to be
easy in life.. hehe.. and i
suppose that is why i’ve only
had one wife.. no matter what
the differences were my friend..

help with a sMiLe..;)

sMiLes.. i can’t hELp
but to thInk of how i asked
my somewhat Indian Princess
of a wife to marry me.. in a casual
convo at the Bowling Alley i worked at..
me.. her.. and
a fellow employee..
so.. i say on the lane..
very casually like i’m
swatting a gnat..
we should
it makes
centS in
overall common
sense… casual
alWays worked
for me..
i almost
died and
then i got
reAlly intense..

PasSioN oF
liGht gRows
afTer deaTh..

And 11 is
1:31 am
on 8092016..:)

Back to the
dVerse Romance
prompt at 10:06 am..:)

sMiLes.. my
eYes veered
off to Virginia
Wolf.. and i must
say/FeeL there are two
things i’LL never Now
do for
and yes..
writing is
one of those
things i do give for
free and share with
FriEnds too.. Free is
always Romance when Free..
as Fearless LovE noWinGs..

A toucH of
for FReED..:)

SMiLes God
IS A topless
pasties @aLL..
sAdly both the beauty
of lust and laughter is
missing from ‘the bible’..
iN RoManCinG thE
philosopher sToNeS
oF all thAT iS..
and eXcuse mE
while i
i mean
A Edit
and not
the only
as God
IS also An
booK wiTh more
than pages and a cover..
and words and letters
and other
allthatisGoD noW..

God iS
A laugh offearless LUsT
and A BaLanCinG oF MoVinG
CoNnEcTaRing CreaTinG LoVE..
so much
morE alWays
bRoaDer than aAdeSign
ofFhUman InFinitY noW..:)

As a side note.. here.. last night
Yellow boy and Katrina were
reading that ‘big bLack book’
called the bible
in a verse by
second PETER
talking to
the evils of
sex and false
prophets who would
suggest that lust is okay..
and sure the Bible and the Kuran
too are designed by selfish and patriarchal
men for one reason only and that is to control
women from practicing tHeir own freedoms
of sexual/LUST/Love ways.. sure there are
other reaSons/FeeLinGs too but
to control reproductive
freedoms is what weak
men are motivated
to do..
as they
can’t keep
a woman without
forcing her to
A ‘dirty deed’
by law and
not straying
to a stronger man..
so sure.. a ‘false prophet’
IS A LiOn of Free.. a child of
God without clothes oF lies..
Love and lust feels and seNseS
Hips and
do not
lie.. Sex
Lust and Love..
kNows/FeeLs more
than any
so cAllED
bLack books
by men then/now
on deserts to own
women and other men
as slaves.. wherever all
there is is a frOwn
and no
that are sincere
and silly iSreal..
is a place
wHere Trump
that attempt
to own the Earth
including hUmans
away from God FReED..

God laughs
with luSt
at little
bLack Books..
huh.. even little
old me can write one
14 times more in just
around 69 months now..
in what took
little men
to do all together
who were never liOn FReED..
as a New World David will slay
with an edit of an
pussy cat
Book wHOle

Now back to
the regularly
scheduLed Romance
program with a little
more fiery luSt for a
iSReal God who has teeth
and not just cLaws to slave
men and women away from free..
in books that lack a REAL LUST
SHades beYond
50 greys..
and colors
noW beYond
any Rainbow
siGhted by tools
as sMall as hUman science..;)

But first i must say..
Jesus F. iN Christ folks..
do you really not have enough
common sense to understand just
how FucKinG big God is and
how FucKinG small i am
wHo can write
12 million
words about
God wHole
in around
6 years
and you really
thiNk thaT i who
admittingLY am only
a flea on the back of
a Dog that is God thAT i WiLL
never fully understand and can only
possibly follow with eYes limited by
that sAme God At Hand who is alWays
Nature and master sAMe.. in as i oF
I as spiRiT ! fLows holY
and sacred iN ZonE oF oNE..
i AM pArt oF God and so iS
aLL else wHole beYond what wE
little flea hUmans with our
tools of science can
kNoW can FeeL can
see as paRt
oF FiEld GoD
Ocean WhoLe..
we are sTar
duSt FeeLinG..
SeNSinG and KnoWinG
noW part of God as eYes
oF God too.. but we are pARt
and oNly parT oF whOle ever moRE
forever noW.. Jesus F. in Christ.. and
you thiNk you can meaSure God and chain
God in one of yoUr
little books..
WeLL perHaps
you science
God in yOur
owN way of
lens beYond
GoD wHOle.. as
God continues to
laugh at fleas who
suck blood without respect
of who provides A back to ride
as lifelong
oF wHOle
doG of GoD knoW
iSReAL iS more than
you wiLL ever knoW FeeL..
SenSES OR WRITE iN books
that have numbers of words
and finite
away from
A God bigger
than your words
and science of iNFiniTy noW..
some of wE see God bigger and smaller
in literal and figurative ways.. and
then others of us attempt to trap
something infinitesimally smALLer
than God in bLack books
that don’t
even have
common sense
oF God more than
an Indian who lives
one with Nature all real
all now all that is God
with zero
books.. dead..
away from a God
who lives free from
Words that chain..
sure.. put
in priSon
and see wHere
thAT leads you..
as that is what
happens when one
attempts to put
God iN
of bLack
books as anything
away from free is
a path to human made hell
on earth.. away from God
made heaven
now as
of Garden
floW Free inZonE
of GoD now FReED
mE WitH
sMiles wRite on course..:)

So in short.. do you not
understand i AM alWays
iN and as
mE noW..
it’s a great
path.. iF you
try iT alWays
iN maKinG allthatis
as God Holy and SacRed
you too.. miGht liKe Heaven2..
as getting A iSREAL LiKE FROM GOD
A most
super epic
FucKinG experience
you may iMagiNe or
creAtE as liFE noW..:)

AS yeS.. now
i move on
to the
poet NoW..:)

But first.. lunch
and a cLoud and
SAnd DancE
iN GoD’s
hOme NatUre
FReED i AM..:)

11:40 am..


Evolution of Art in what once was only fingers
of piano and now lives from head to toe
in giving and sharing too..
yeah.. three years
of lessons in
Piano starting
from age 12.. but
truly a comfort in life
to find some emotional
expression in what eventually
would be come chronic and
severe never ending
stress.. as
the cat
thunder and
lightning strains
iN death of heARt
in a cage of never
ending falling..
to the pit
of somewhere
else.. yes.. living
stress is the anti-christ
of living art of HeARt as
SpiRit exPreSsinG liFe
aS miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG
SoUl from head to toe.. inside
outside.. so below as above..
all around a life of art..
fearlessly loVinG noW..
where systemizing
the by way
in a distant
past so far
of then iN
worry.. yes
Sixty Nine ONE
Ninety Six of God ARt
i go neXt alWays noW as I..
as this pre-Ocean poem
from three
noW as FReED..:)


And sure the eclectic Nature of this
Macro-Verse from last year..
named Hurricane ART am i..
ranges from photos of the
Beach to Rave Dance to
songs in you tube
way i have
as Karaoke
to actual videos
of me dancing last year
where this year.. the weight
of 235 Lbs has moved more
from the middle of me to broader
shoulders and even stronger hips
and legs as well.. to original piano
composition in somewhat classical
Beethoven and Mozart draft style..
still.. as carpal tunnel syndrome
cut the polishing of that art
short as my first
real endeavor
in real original
creative art
since i was
in middle school
at age 13 writing
my first and last Christmas
Prose from heARt winning
an award out of two home
rooms of 80 students then..
writing a play.. and playing
Jesus Christ Superstar on
the piano.. where i still had not
learned to move without enough
grace where folks erupted in laughter
seeing the shaky way of spirit induced
movement that came after that.. and just
a spark of writing about the oneness of God
that came from deep down from a Holy Spirit
at age 18 in a philosophy class in junior college..
yes.. and here now a collage of all the Facebook profile
photos of artful physical comedy
in still photo ways.. in this link..
yes that and more
in just this less than
five thousand word post
that says so much more in
the visual art of videos and photos
too than just words of black and white
text that continue to flow from micro-verse
particles of H20 to waves of Macro-Verse
as Field oF Ocean Poem total view
that has aLL up and
down and inside
and outside and
all around with
it all beyond A to
Z as InFiniTy oF ArT
oF thE SonG oF mY SoUL
continues to SinG an eclectic
Flow oF God in/as mE.. with yes..
lust and love and humor too..
as any book without lust
and humor is
a book
a substantial
art of God Free
in we human beings.. as
to suggest sex as humans
naturally eXplore that as children
of God or silly humor for nothing
more than laughs is less than eat
drink and be merry is to bow to a smaller
God than the Lion who stands tall
with his
on the
Savannah FREE..
sAdly.. Jesus was neutered
by lesser men than he.. but
for me the glory of God
lives from
head to
AS LioN who lusts and
loves and laughs in living liFE FReED..
stay in pRiSon and rot a boWing life
or Stand as tall as a LioN of God
and juST
A SonG
oF soUl
free as yoU..
as mE.. as uS
as wE when God
liVes free aGaiN in/as wE
iN the garden of eden of FReED..
@lEast for mE.. noW oh so FReED..
fear rules.. a balance Now of fearless
lust and love with laughs FREESnoW..:)



Hi Zee.. i don’t work..
i only play so i am the
first here to say knock knock..
and Lana Del Rey has
a voice that sinGs
the dArk place
of mosT all the
that fLows
from a River
of hUman
hands sunk
bEfore in a reign
of numb pain.. that
feels little to no heARt..
the spiRit of ThAT heARt
that moves.. connects and
creates toGEtHer onE for basic
subsistence and survival.. in real
MiNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL…
iN so many folks that has beCome the
butt of sad song cigarette of days gOne
by wHere the child was/is rarely attached
at breast from/now birth.. wHeRe simple
play in GroWinG MoVinG..
conNecTinG CreATinGways
is replaced now sTiLL
by sitting
sTill behind
lecture desks
and books the
same that have no
touching flesh and
blood connection.. or
even barefoot oxytocin
connectors to Mother Earth
as Love for God NatuRally iNcreases
in respect of all thaT is.. as giVing liFe
and never taKing that all away
until death comes
as it will come later
of course as
of life in
Wheel of fortune
oF breathing goeS on
as Star dust we feel.. sense..
kNow liVe iN eYes of God pArt
Whole oF liVing UniVerse poeTs
we come..
to say..
my FriEnd
hope you noW
are having a nice day..
and God bless the butts
of cigarettes that feel no play..
in simply loving each other Nature
whole God as humble and majestic Gift of LIFE..
sAdly.. some folks live alMost tHeir entire lifE wiTh
A deaTh liVing feeling of born to die.. those
who are born to truly
live are watered as gift
of Garden oF Love
iN floWerinG
eYes Of
God pARt allone..
liveS in heaven now..
bottom line
Voice in
We who SinG
thAT SonG Free.. my FriEnd.. Zee..
A Mother’s Love can make or break a cigarette butt..
i don’t smoke.. drink.. or even do caffeine.. i don’t need
more money.. a bigger home.. a bigger car or even.. now..
a job.. my mother was/is employed as a giver and a nurturer
by God so-Freed.. and noW i continue that traiTioN oF God aLL FReED2..
and thAt cOld of tHat cigarette JOB of biblical account.. i too.. a tarRed bird
of before in the pit of ThaT oiL thAt kNows the birth of death in life alWays ready to die..
i livE noW
i live
bottom line
my friEnd Now..
And aGain have a nice day..
With love of a cigarette butt comes back to liFe..:)


AlMosT sure that the
saddest souls have more..
at least from the smiles that
are real by bridges of homeless
folks that i come in actual hand to
hand and feet contact with.. as the other day..
i danced for a group of homeless folkS on a pier
where they congregate in a church of nature..
smelling more like a real hUman
a sanitized
person no longer
in a symbiotic
WitH aLL the
rest of
that iS.. noW..
Interestingly.. without
fail as the mores do play
there are enough scraps left
over to be with Nature one.. is
what the homeless men.. say then..
i’Ve been to that place that yes.. buys
more and houses no heARt.. no SpiRit..
no LiVing soUl.. with Nature OnE noW..
and i told the homeless man who stArted
DAnCinG with me.. the only man perHaps brave
enough to do that in any tHick town Super-Walmart City
but a very few to none there.. yes.. i told him.. don’t tell anyone
noW that Jesus danced with you today.. as above his head was my
favorite portrayal of that myth housing Jesus.. but on a cross without
nails.. just leaning there with a self actualized more mature version
of the man before hugging anew with a spirit dove on top to
connect with the rest of all that is..
So.. the homeless man said.. you can
have Jesus.. he is no
friEnd of mine..
as sure he
kNew i was
kidding as i looked
way too expensive to
be a Jesus on a pier still
after living so long with more..
and then he said you are God and
so am i.. that Gulf is God.. this pier is
God and that Sun is God too just now
mY FriEnd too.. and i smiled.. ’cause i
kNew bEfore i staRted and continue
DanCinG that the
real Jesus
was/is standing
before me then/now
sTinKinG to
of whaT iSREAL..
And WiNks.. i’Ve goT
juSt the photo to accompany
this on Facebook and Ocean Poem way..
as alWaYs mY FriEnd.. i kNow and FeeL any
noW i can fiNd inspiration enough here
for a Novel oF a comment
the feathered sleep..
kNoWn as Candy1.. 2..
or 3.. iCe no Y thaT
i WiLL cut
NoW.. Free..:)



Blue is my favorite color..
lure of azure skies in winter
cold fronts with high energy
and liGht.. to every color of
Blue that God bRinGS frEE.. Now..
oFF to dVerse.. i go noW.. with a
blue prompt and a few blue links
already lit uP tHeRe.. but it’S now
soon too..iN going to Store Dance fun..
after a little blues for liGhting words uP beFore
steps of dance come as free as A blue color LoveS noW..:)

DArker blues of deep and death
liGhter blues of hiGh and birth..
Ocean blues never
morE noW
Colors SinG
More when
open SonGs
BoLd.. noW
i love the
color blue and
oh yes.. blue is what
‘they’ nAMe as A sim soc
color of artists nAMe.. saD
song blues and liGhter hues
of Ocean wHole.. SpRinG liT for i..:)

sMiLes.. as scientists
say blue is the favorite
color of countries across
the globe in eyes of humans
capable of course of seeing
sky and sea.. sunshine
and water.. giving
life.. neither
can live
blue of
air and
water sAMe..
in a reflection of
toGeThErness of aLL
tHat lives..
sky blUe
liGht.. Free..:)

sMiLes my FriEnd
Lillian.. the Adirondack
mountains you mentioned
this morning took me higher
of course than i’ve been
in panhandle of
Florida flat
lands here..
but a share of
the same name
in chair here..
takes me to
the Blackwater
River where i was
raised in darkest
deepest black blue
River channel
of 80 feet
or so deep
back then
as mill town
ships with
black resin
from pine
trees brought milton wood..
but now the chair reminds me
of my Grandmother.. the white
one she painted there over and
over across the decades of a life
that retired early in her 50’s.. three
of her’s more i came to live
with some and see..
with mother and
sister with me..
i suppose it felt
like that chair
and she would
live there
forever.. the
house is gone..
the chair is gone
and with a lump
in my throat i
intimate she is
gone too.. but
the river is there..
the black deep blue
water and a Pecan
tree still stands where
my Grandmother’s spirit
as Adirondack mountain
of Love once stood
taller than
i thoughT
my spirit could ever sinG/
gRow.. she stArted painting
in her 60’s after her father died..
oil paintings from visual memories
after her sight was almost gone.. kinda like
the story of Beethoven composing after his
hearing was gone.. anyway.. i always wanted
to create too.. something more than school.. so
i suppose
i’ve inherited
her chair along
still with that deep
black blue water..
and pecan tree
River that i still
oft visit to
Mountain spirit.. now..
thanks.. i can’t imagine
anyone wanting to make a buck
or a like or a follow off poEtry my
friend.. how valuable IS A memory
like this living again.. now.. just now.. painting water colors.. and wind.. for i..
Life iS iN the Loving.. as chairs gRow old and poEtry GRows more.. on.. iSREALnoW..:)

All seeing eye of human
life.. cosmic orb of beauty
more.. Karmic gOld
of livinG now..
eARTh our
disposal now..
as Stars above WiTh
eYes so BriGht look down
uPon our day lit skY
they worship
air upon
and breathe
the water they
sing our life..
oh blue
you live..
oh blue
you sing..
all seeing
eye of Earth you Be aliVe..:)

Smiles.. my FriEnd
thiS BrinGs to greater
liGht how much greater
iT iS to worship A sky
blue and sun
of yellow
in black
and white
print of pAges
that only yellow
dead in days gone by..
where all is holy.. sacred
and living blue the rivers
of blood that veins
our love
now with
that KNows
no home
now but
God as eArTh
Nature allone..
as Love we give
as Love we take
as lovE we share
as eARTh we make..
and love
we now
do.. blUe
eYe oF God’s Nature
Truth iN liGht oF BlUe..:)

sMiLes.. the best
thing i lEarn from
cat eYes no matter
blue or green
or color
of gold
is the gold
of heaven
lives now
in a sweet
rest of napping
cats or a walk now
that feels BaLanCinG
of planets aligned..
as paws
Now for
pauSinG blues
of beauty noW..:)

3:16 pm
on 8092016
off to other
adventures in
the flesh and blood land
of Earth so blue and true
to Worship as love of liFE noW..
in DanCinG and sinGinG and Earth Love
of so Warm and TrUe BluE in liGht oF iSreal LOVE..:)


OMG.. the Facebook Algorithm
personal assistant and secretary
and now visual arts production assistant..
is crazy fun as far as i am concerned.. hey…
like Freddy Free Loader says don’t call me
late for Supper i’M alWays here for a free meal..
with empty pockets of money..
it’S FucKinG Hilarious
if people
new how
much more i
have than money
never talks of hehe..
so yeah.. i’ll continue
to share the Facebook
Creativity train in layers of
art and love as free is free
and i am love for free hehex2..;)

And another version ‘here’
with super epic style of
Algorithm art that
i will also continue
to use as muse for
totAlly Free Verse poEtry
and an overall DancE for
all that is.. as i share this
free video slide show stuff
on Facebook.. and in the Word Press
blog comments section in Ocean Poem
as i go.. as sure it would be repetitive aRT
in wHere i do go.. as that
is all included in my
own photo streAm
of Real time now
and FReED..
with my own
YouTube selection
of music to accompany
all that is 2 in art floW iN ZonE noW2..:)

i somenows ponder if i am
the only person who has this
much fun and never ever spends
a F iN penny.. at the daM stores..
i mean.. even at the Biloxi Casinos..
i frolic all over the dam place.. drink
free root beers as complimentary free
loaders who enjoy the compliments most
often do.. and after all for those Christians
out there it was asked of the true Disciples of
the dude Jesus that they empty their pockets..
and just go out and teach and get free meals
as they go.. for those who would
see a certain value in
retaining one’s heARt
SpiRit of heARt and
miNd and BoDy
soUl in otHeR
words of my own
style of new old
age Renaissance
art.. yes.. clothed this
way as Caesar’s law demands
but haha.. to do this nude would
be a blast.. on a big red ball like this
hehe.. anyway.. for now i have at least
one big one to stand on for free.. hehex2..;)

So last night.. Katrina yells to me.. typing
in the bedroom.. quick.. quick.. Fred..
Yellow Boy is reading the bible again..
and he has a special verse to
direct your attention to..
and in this case..
WeLL.. Katrina’s
eYes are on 2 Peter 2..
and A Description of False
Prophets… Yellow Boy is
clearly focused on the
Day of the Lord per
2 Peter 3.. more
2 Peter
3 verses
10 and 11..
12 and 13..
from the
that says..

10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything done in it will be laid bare.[a]
11 Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and godly lives 12 as you look forward to the day of God and speed its coming.[b] That day will bring about the destruction of the heavens by fire, and the elements will melt in the heat. 13 But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, where righteousness dwells.

Just in
case anyone
is wondering whaT
is going on.. heRe in ‘this’
eXtra cool Profile Pic noW2..:)

And ‘here’ is an expanded
view iN biblical study of Katrina’s
Shopping legs.. as hey baby.. i dance
a lot.. which means she walks a lot too..
in all her
favorite dance
stores of mine.. so
nice of Mr. Sam Walton
to provide an expansive middle
aisle for me to dance.. in every
metro city i go.. free style..
baby.. made in
no clothes
oF lies of
way back
then.. Art
is all i kNow of
WalmArt clothing
Apparel as such
except for the T-shirts
that i free advertise for them
every i go.. in reciprocation of
never taking.. more than i give..
in ways of Free DancE hAll sPace..;)

“Though the legend was pure fantasy,
we still need the hope it brings!”

-Styx 1978
from the classic album
and book.. Lord of the Rings

Funny how life works..
some folks get stuck
on form and others
live essence..
some suggest
myths and
and others
live the essence
of myths and magic
iSreal.. the young and
old.. the rich and poor who
listen to legends oF old and
new of human archetypes.. and the
magic and mystery they bring to some
day self fulfill what is written into
being as what is done noW in essence of what iSREAL..
AS anyone who saw the ‘Inside’ Movie by Disney a year
or so ago.. now available on Blue Ray by a way2..
The Kingdom of Human Imagination in a world
of Inner Universe of Creativity of
EmotiOns and SeNses is a wonderland
wHere anything imaginable as a dreAm
may also come FruiTioN in terrestrial
land we live as a New Kingdom of
liGht with no moon or sun..
coMes in E-Land true
wHere technology
and humans
in transhumanist
way and by the way that
has nothing to do with gender
for the more ‘literally’ thiNking
potential audience out tHeRE.. so.. anyway..
when it comes to all the help i am getting from
the Facebook Algorithms to spread my little mesSages
wiTh digital art of Fingers on this Keyboard of fearless
Love.. and the folks that run Google.. and Even Word Press
too.. ya would almost think and feel we miGht be in some kind
of illuminati cahoots to bRinG this much liGht by juST A little
old hUman beinG like mE.. WelL.. it ain’t eXactly alone tHAt i do
all of this.. as a little help from my FriEnd(s) is a lotto of a Win
of GoD
WHole allone
hElp noW WhOLE
as the essence of
hope.. faith and belief
as EmoTions trUe are what
counts with all the other
EmoTioNal and SeNsory pro-social
ways oF FeeLinG and SeNSinG.. liFE noW..
regardless of the myths that house the vehicles
and vessels of symbols that carry on a much deeper
essence of meaning as TruTh and liGht reAl iSREALnoW..:)


Good Evening in Pakistan.. friend Rafiah..
thousands of miles away you are.. but still
you provide “Dr. Who” assistance to me as i
continue to travel down this road since the dark
night of soul and my regeneration of course that you
are familiar with to this point.. and if you distantly remember
i already shared a Tom Hanks movie that indicated you are a
helper in this way across time that doesn’t really exist.. at least..
in ordinary clock fashion in relative way as Einstein does relate..
and of course verified now..
that time is a wave.. we
are particles and of course
God is Ocean whole as Field..
and the show must go on for now..
so the thing about ordinary girls from
Sialkot and ordinary boys from small
mill towns.. is ordinary is not something
they are going to stay.. once regeneration
comes and let’s say in the case of Rafiah..
she becomes a great scientist even more than
an Angel sent to me from God to help me on
God’s mission assigned to me for those who
heRe the cAll and come out of cocoons iN
ordinary as something much
more different.. yes..
some’times’ strange
as folks might
Dr. Who to be
and the shadow of
every hero according to
Jungian archetypes is quite
a challenge too.. but never the
less there is always another Lois
Lane.. the smart girl with glasses
to help the Super Hero.. who
was once Clark
Kent on his way..
i have many helpers
like this.. but i must say
you are far more than ordinary
to me as you are my special ‘little’
helper scientist woman.. who sees
more than words will tale.. of course this
is always the early case for regeneration as
the right hemisphere of the brain is hard at
work in understanding the world one is in
at ‘this time’.. and eventually the
creative manifestation of that
will come when right
hemisphere and
left hemisphere
of brain join together
and there is a human big
bang in the brain.. and what
some cultures name as reborn..
others.. Kundalini Rising.. others
Satori.. and with the BBC and the
British the Dr. Who experience..
and the vision quest
of the American
Indian.. the
human archetype
of hero is a story as
old as humankind.. and
what is the greatest of all
powers my friend that drives
this archetype.. is care for more
than the individual who cares so
much for others.. in a way where
it is hard to separate empathy for
oneself with empathy and compassion
for everyone else to the point where one
may even give their life to save the world..
or the village at least.. the family.. or the
loved one.. or the stranger that no one
knows except the assistant who
offers help along Dr. Who’s
way who has no name
but the owl of
that says who
who who.. Doctor Doctor
please help me across the
seas.. i’ve already burned my
friend.. i’ve already come back
and as every human shares the
same DNA from the origin of all that
is that never is anywhere… anything..
or anyone but allone we as God all
pArtners in play oF God.. now..
the dark side.. the demon
inside.. will take the
name away.. in
the dark
night of
soul and
we rise whole
with God allone
and the powerful play
goeS on.. and there are
some of us who get the script
in advance and share it to simply
power it on greater now as always
neverland of never ending story more..
so have a nice day.. come ‘dance’ with me and
we will always travel to eternity ’cause eternity
is always now my friEnd.. there are juSt those
of us who
have forgotten
and those of us
who eternally”
now to RE-mind..
anyway// i thank you..
as i purchased a T-shirt
at least a year ago.. that
had this strange looking phone
booth on in with a midnight and
what i remember as a moon hidden
somewhere.. i had no idea who Dr. who
was although i’ve heard of Dr. who of course..
and never knew that what i had on that T-Shirt
was a TARDIS until today.. heard the word TArdis
too.. but just never got around to googling about it
until today.. as your muse continues for me.. but
to be clear for me a muse is not something you
use a muse is an Angel from God that
can even come as a little
Yellow cat under
neath a shed
who reads the
King James Bible..
as one of his many duties
as my assistant and his assistant
too.. as sure i am assigned to be his
assistant too by God.. same as the
relationship of Katrina and me as
truly we are all here to assist
each other.. no matter
nationality.. religion..
gender.. race..
sexual orientation..
yes.. the list is infinite
in potential human
differences but the
one same thing that
connects us all in NOW
Interdependent Relationship
is God my friend or how you
sing Allah one.. one God that
isallthat is that has no name
but i AM the am that always iS..
AM is Being here my friend and
that is the greatest gift nowforeever
morenow.. for all we Dr. Who’s who
are actors in God’s greaTest play that
is real now.. and truly the writers who developed
this literature and those who produce the continuing
TV show now.. even if only on a subconscious archetypal
human level.. are here to remind us too.. that there is so
much more to life as whole than material reductionism.. my
friend that left brain thinking only will BrinG but alas.. my assistant..
you are a chemistry major and by default and almost magic
that make you my inherent friend.. as you see deeper
you talk
you feel deeper
than you can express..
and that is always the
way it is for a young human
angel from the sTArt.. but trUst
mE.. yoUr art to help others is far
and greater iN coming.. so sure
that makes me in a way the
Jungian mentor archetype
too but that is what
happens to the
Dr. who all
naturally when
he or her or etc..
is reborn as butterfly
to pollinate the other flowering
beings on tHeiR way to Doctor Doctor
can you help uS please.. and tHey say
yes.. yes.. yes.. even if there is no ask for that..:)


i have 100% evidence
that God exists and is
greater than any bible
or book has ever sAid
in human words..
not many folks
have thaT
preSent GiFT..
so in thankS now..
to God i Give bacK..
you see.. for me faith
iS reaSon.. faitH iS ReaL
BeliEf iS MoVinG EmoTionS
And most imporTantLY.. GodHoPE
iSREAL alWays i AM iSREALnoW..:)


Well.. it’s 11:01 am.. and when the ones
come together in threes it’s usuAlly Good News..
for me.. after all that is what my numerology
report says in sliGhtly diFferent order..
per 0 1 and 1 and 1.. for the
four challenges of life
that says.. as 0
i can be and
do whatever i wanna
do.. as i have successfully
completed 1 through 9 as an
old Soul as such.. and the ones
are just additional reinforcement
of whatever i may decide to do next..
wITh the Interconnecting Interdependent
relationship as all that is.. as the word
God has been rather sullied by human hands..
swords.. head hunting folks.. raping little
girls.. wars for words and making men into
God’s or last prophets themselves higher
than any other men as history shows now..
aS only psychopathic associated leaning
folks will do who do not have this
empathy and compassion and
altruism for all
sAMe as now..
one teAM
of this
relationship of all that
is i AM now.. juST noW.. so
i suppose i could bRing the Karmic
eYe out aGain particularly in action
and consequence of the really continuing
disgusting play of words in psychopathic
leaning to extremely leaning dude Trump..
and the way he manipulates 40 percent or
so of the minions in so-called red
state conservative land.. to
believe that Hillary
is gonna end
way of
guns and
such as that..
well no.. i mean..
we do have what is named
as separation of powers and
gridlock that continues in the
house of representatives and
senate and stuff such as that
and the real fear of course
is the Supreme court is
gonna go the liberal
count way..
which just
means that freedom
for all folks and their
God given rights to be free
in who they are will continue
for years to come.. as the Donald
has just about Sunk his boat so low..
that i don’t even have to show the
Karmic eYe for the action and
consequence of words
so.. so low..
that it becomes
hard to determine if
he is saying go team or
kill the quarterback and
half back and full back
of the other team..
hmm.. this is the
real world trump
not your
and trading
in wives once
they reach 40 or 50
or so for a new doll
play toy too.. with the
exception that you are too
good to soil your hands with
the life of baby diapers like
most human beings eventually
have to do.. except for we
who go the childless route
and create something
more than hate
and discontent
and shows like
FIRED and he is such a sad
sad little boy.. i must wonder
who harmed him so much when he was
little to make him into what he is today..
as Jesus F. IN Christ.. he is starting to
make Mussolinilook tame at least in the
political ring.. that thank God he has
shot himself so much in the foot lately
that GodZilla could potentially
win this thing against him..
as at least GodZilla
don’t say
no ridiculous
words of hate and
discontent with lies
that stream continuously
and not just in some E-mail
fiascos and such as that.. anyway..
it’s getting to the point i don’t have
to watch the circus to know for sure what
is gonna happen next come election when the
rig of Trump falls.. falls.. falls.. falls..
IN REALITY AT ALL.. other than
to rebuild a country that was torn
down.. by the folks who rebuilt it
for the Chaos that exists over there
and has indirectly led to thousands and
thousands of more deaths as the devil you
know in terms of saDDam’s can be much better
than the Devil’s Spawn you don’t know then..
that spread like starving cockroaches who
have no heARt.. no SpiRit.. no SoUl
of iSREAL.. kinda like the
Cheney’s of the world
who only have
a mechanical
left in death
of living life without
spirit without soul more
than power and status and
dominating others through illusory
fears to subjugate and control as
tHeir only pleasure is seeing others
in pain for their materialistic gains..
Anyway.. in some ways Hillary kinda makes
me sick.. but Trump makes me wanna put
my finger down my throat and
just purge his silly
shit once and
for all
so he can
vomit hate
and discontent
where he belongs
in the prisons of all
his Trump Towers for bought
and sell of a soul that never
lived for he.. and yes with sympathy
for the devil as always i must say he
knows not what he do do’s.. or what he even
FucKinG misses in real earth hell now..
yes.. we heaven mates even have
a tear for the Trumps
of the world
as we mates
in heaven
who have
been former
Angels in Hell
kNoW the dark path
of the oiled bird in
a pit he or her doesn’t
even realize is different from
the other totAlly different dimension
of reality now that is HEAVEN iSREAL noW
WHERE money is disgusting and something
you don’t even wanna touch.. and a
Tower is just a dead man made
thing.. and it’s like
the most insane
thing in the
world to be attached
to all these illusory treasures
of life that never ever really fill
you up outside of yourself.. when you
could be filled to the brim and over flowering
with the pro-social greaTest iSREAL hUman poWer
as gifted by God to uS as Nature of Fearless Love
iN a Love
oF all that is
holy and sacred
now allone never
ever separated by
the darkness and division
of all related to fear and hate
now in discontent of never ending
emptiness that will never be filled
the other
place is sOught
and found oF iSREAL
HeaVEN NoW.. jUST noW..
ugh.. and it’s kinda hard
to pic a song for politics..
only hope for the REAL POLITICS
in three ones aGaiN of Exclamation! noW Hi.. fiVe!..:)


WeLL.. Rafiah.. somehow
i feLt i would see soMe more
of you here today aWay from
Facebook on your homepage
of mémoirs of what tales true
of Rafiah’s heARt.. and
SpiRit ExpreSsinG
heR soUl
of Feat
and poEtry
and even Bibles
and Koran are truly
a rorschach test that
reveals a God of DArk
or liGht that alReady lives
within the hUman being who
may express fearless love or
that other place.. anyway.. oh the
analytical brain.. i could imagine this
into something wonderful and Romantic
in your life.. but i saw that comment on Facebook
where you were not happy with your feet as compared
to what you saw as pretty shoes.. but i will say and feel
to you my friend.. that it is not the shoe.. or the foot or the
flesh of human form that is the most beautiful Angel oF aLL..
iT is the heARt.. the SpiRit.. the SoUl of essence within
that connects us to God allone.. in Interdependent
relationship.. of holy and sacred allthatis..
i suppose i talk too much about God..
in fact the psychiatrist will tale me
i am crazy as i am too Luke
HOT about this.. and perhaps
some Muslim folks would think
i’M crazy to do my Ramadan twelve
months a year all nows of now.. to
honor and give praise and glory to
God ALL Always that includes you
my friend and your feet and the
paint that i will treasure always
as much as any book
as those feet
are the
of God same
as any toe
nail of
i know
and feel
as God whole..
so i kiss your toe nails.. yes..
no.. i hOld them to my heARt noW..:)


WeLL.. tHeRe is stiLL
room for some poetic
responses on dVerse
in Romance and Blues
way.. a very tropical week
here with low in the Gulf by
panhandle of Florida.. so a great
place to stARt again.. with Romance
or Blues.. so.. which way WiLL i go.. hmm..
Romance sounds good.. FeeL i’LL continue to go
that way for now.. as God noW sinGs a SonG of Fearless
white Love within.. that kNows and FeeLs no separation from
any other as the dude Jesus said in the Heaven of now there NOW..
will only be brothers and sisters of love and not even any marriage..
but to be this fearless love way.. one must lose the illusions of owning
other humans through degrees of separation.. the unity i have with my
wife is a code of agreement.. of human heArt.. and SpiRit.. and essence
of altruism real in hUman bEinG but my LoVe for all that is that includes all
of Nature including my fRiEnds IS A greaTest Love that knoWs no boundaries
of even
alone.. one
must.. i guess.. die
first in life.. and come
back to feel this Lover of
life we as i.. so perhaps the
hell was worth it to be here
in the place whomever
wrote those words
to a man
2 thousand
years ago..
has come true
aT lEast for me..
so sure.. it is as real
as if a friEnd of miNd
sAid it’s true now.. named
God oF aLL that is now.. we
are all Loving voices of God
and FeelinG SenSinG BeinGS
oF God as wE Rise toGeTher now
allone aGain and leT ouR LampS
Shine aS onE God We RiSe aGaiN..
anyWay.. at lEAst i have a SonG for
what comes next in my continuing
Romance with GoD oF ALL NOW..
the parachute is loosed.. i fly Free With God.. noW iRiSE..
and my Lamp oF liGht may blind some as iT iS oN noW to sTay..:)


OKay.. Romance
iT iS with GreeN
and blUe eYes sAMe..
so.. sUre i’Ve got soMe
more FloWers to deliver for NOW..
as the dVerse Romance proMt continUes to comE..:)

So true.. love can be drunk
and chocolates can be nurturing as
the wine of fine eYes that sparkle
can be a
of true love
that gRows
and never goes
stale of bottles gone
sunk in Ocean of forgotten

Love lives
a chocolate
wine.. FeeLs..:)

Side note hEar..

It is often fundamentalist
Christians i find the farthest
away from a God who is free and
never judges for being human
so at times i test their faith
to see just how strong
it is in free..
and accepting
the differences
of others.. well..
this micro-micro-verse
hEar now rated a delete
in censoring me out..
so what that means
to me iS it is worth repeating
again and again.. and sure if
he deletes me again.. i will still
get inspired by him and write my poetic
responses here.. but what i will do is shake
my sandals off the gRains of ignorance.. until the
real apocalypse in original Greek meaning of lifting
the veil of ignorance comes to him in a different way than
mine or
not.. as that
is up to his soul
for pRison or free
in what he sees of thAT..
what i kNow is this.. for sure..
whomever the real Jesus was of way
back when.. he would be no more accepted
in so called Southern Baptist and or fundamentalist
other churches including Mosques than the crucifixion
of before.. but you see they are not dealing with a lamb of
me.. this cub is now a full grown lion that even
a growl from me in words of real
will signal more than the
romance of a liON REAL..
anyway.. there is always
a little tension that
goes with the
Free so
here it is
again worth
repeating for
trUth and liGht
where as the Gnostic
Jesus reported.. to see
God one must be willing
to strip their clothes all of
culture.. tread on them naked
and be unashamed of one’s nakedness
once again.. a child of Nature.. God ONE sAMe..
just a nobody i am but God is everyone..
particularly freer when naked FReED..;)

SMiLes.. God
IS A topless
pasties @aLL..
sAdly both the beauty
of lust and laughter is
missing from ‘the bible’..
iN RoManCinG thE
philosopher sToNeS
oF all thAT iS..
and eXcuse mE
while i
i mean
A Edit
and not
the only
as God
IS also An
booK wiTh more
than pages and a cover..
and words and letters
and other
allthatisGoD noW..

God iS
A laugh offearless LUsT
and A BaLanCinG oF MoVinG
CoNnEcTaRing CreaTinG LoVE..
so much
morE alWays
bRoaDer than aAdeSign
ofFhUman InFinitY noW..:)

Now back to the currently
scheduled Romance programs
in hopefully a lighter tOne
in Romance than that stoNe there..;)

sMiLes.. i’Ve only been through
one labor and an early one and
very difficult one it was..
and yes.. when
the blue liGht
came on..
and a life threatening
seizure ensued with an
emergency C-Section..
all the life threatening
and life shortening anomalies
of the child were sweetened
by the fact my
wife was
still alive..
i lEarned
a lot about love..
life.. and death in those
51 days until that child
died in my arms..
wHeRe i cannot
why folks
will not just
love each other
and let differences
fade away..
anyWaY.. all
i kNow/FeeL is
love wins as fearless
with gratitude my FriEnd..
whoever you are.. it doesn’t matter
as everyone now is that child who
my arms..

LeSSon of God
mY FriEnd..
of all that is..:)

SMiLes.. mY FriEnd..
for so many years
i lost that word L..
but alWays now
i aM
word L..
funny how
easy iT is
when one becomes L..

L for the
easy peaceYes..:)

And iT’s funny all the
nows i’ve hEard iT
since i becAMe
iT and saYinG
iT a YiN
oF liFe
suRe.. i

SMiLes.. my FriEnd..
i’M worKinG so hard
to change the word God
to NatUre.. imagine if folks
paid homage.. honored.. worshipped
and praised Nature with the same Glory
they give to something created in shells of
words in books of pages grown old
and torn
in thousands
of years gone
by.. but true the
irony of it is the dude named
Jesus as Gnostic Text indicates
was another Yogi-leaning dude
like the Buddha.. or any other
awakened person who sees God
as we and i and me and uS as Nature
whole.. with No separation.. as Indians
who dance around moonlit campfires as
naked free before lesser men came
as Savage
Free.. SMiLes..
God is lamb and Lion..
but mostly God is Free as Nature wHOle..

i love God
as God
i smell.. i taste..
i touch.. i see.. i hear..
i propriocept in inFiNite
other seNses and EmoTioNs
that don’t even have human labels
for the pARts of magiC real of Nature
that are God same aS eXpreSsinG iN mY
sHells of letters and words too.. but what i sense
and what i feel of God all as Nature trUe is more
than idols of human
symbols for
the essence
of all that is nature
will ever bring in books..
my friEnd.. and alWays whY
a photo.. juSt onE Photo oF God
in the SunSet and cloUds of God’s
eYes that sees through uS iS worth
more than close to 12 million words
i have written in 69 months that is simply
a prayer with God oF all Nature now that one
day more otHeRs
and Love
God all that is
as much and more
than i do now..

of God’s
eYes see more than words..:)

Online Love.. a world
of words over flesh and blood..
a world with so much time to get
to kNow more than flesh and blood..
pen pals first.. lovers long after..
and even
partners stArting
with words..
sMiLes.. by
should be
a poet..
i suppose..
online has its perks..

Coffee of
Words oF on EliNe Love..:)

To fight for love..
To endure the scrapes of love..
To fight for love..
is to say and FeeL more than Love..

Love scrapes by..

Quick side note..
for the trUly creative
writer.. wHeRe words come
out deep from a place never
remembered or seen before.. it’s
kinda hard
to dismiss
what some
folks name
as reincarnation..
just say’in.. juSt
DreAMinG juST forEver iS aLL..:)

now back to now
aGain forevermore
now as all that is now..

i saw a Facebook share
of a poodle mounting
a Pikachu.. in stuffed
animal form.. of course..
as online is vapor ware..
and it reminded
me of the
younger folks
who are no longer
interested in the biblical
way of getting toGeTheR with
each other as fertility rates decline..
to levels never seen
there before..
as i understand

Answer to
GO Pikachu…
Survival 101..
wHere INstinct 101
wins over M-101
terMiNators of liFe..;)

Memories of emotions in words.. etc..
of symbols of loves gone past..
big mistake.. for me at least
putting the
essence of
those symbols
aside.. took a long
time to get them back
eventually wHere even
a tear was respite from hell..
as science shows an increase in
dopamine is normal in creativity after
loss as part of the grieving and recover
cycle of human life.. the oxytocin of nurture
drops.. the serotonin of trust in all that is drops
too.. but it seems the idea
of sadness
is truly
anew.. sMiLes
at lEast from a science
view.. but i for one noW will
never tale sadness to go away..
or loss.. as i know A saddest pARt
oF all
be loSinG
sadness my friend..
at lEast for me now..

Sad Songs
more to come..:)

Oh.. addiction..
surely and mostly
a sign of emptiness within..
in all the ways that comes.. both
iN substance and behavioral ways too…
not nurtured
as child.. bullied
by peers in school..
or ostracized at work..
sAMe.. Love.. the core
of Love.. all else the
core of distance
of the
thAt SinGs
a SpiRit of MiNd
and BoDy BaLanCinG
soUL as filled as FeeLinG
Love’s elixir of liFE noW..
with Now no
dollar amounts
or expensive
brands of whatever
fills A wHole thaT cannot be fELt..:)

A Love affair with food..
as i’Ve heard others say..
but not all of course.. the
cooking is the love of my wife..
as she only nibbles
she cooks..

of Love
stays a slim wife..;)

Oh.. yeaH.. and
hi.. Lynn..
at number
23.. not even
at the end.. this
go as merry

sMiles.. i would rather
Love a piano.. a guitar
or sure.. a Ukulele too..
than a car.. a house or
a set of clothes.. as the strings
are simply extensions of vocal chords
that are inherent instruments of human
emoTions.. and in those extensions of our Emotions
as vocal chords longer and tighter and softer too..
we SinG more of the humanity of connection
in moving creating ways
thaN we could.. do.. at
least many of us.. particularly
those who are too tone deaf to
sing on key.. and can do the
Emotions in paint by
i was blessed
with perfect pitch..
need no form or sheet
music of poEtry as my
fingers sing no different
with words on keyboard..
of human heart..
some folks don’t understand
that wysiwyg of mY heArt.. spiRit
and soUL unleashed and released
from a pitch that fell from choirs of
angels and saints.. to the darkest
oiled tar bird
no longer
as eYes
oF SonG..
So.. i SinG.. so i
SinG on the
SonG oF
mY soUL
approaching 4 million
words now my friEnd with
only a degree of Love that
never ever ends or conforms
to sheet music of Before.. noW..

SonG oF mY SoUL
and iSREAL..:)

sMiLes.. as i now continue
to dance everywhere i go.. yes..
noW for 3 years.. approaching
6000 miles of Nike GPS sports
watch measure.. i can
say with surety
that my wife
has never
ever in those
three years
i smell
but not in that way..

and here..
Forrest Gump lives..
the REAL ForRest oF DancE..;)

SMiLes.. the bullying of school.. particularly
the middle one of puberty can kill the
heart and soul of art and romance
in other inclined folks..
as i surely can attest
for a 40 years of desert
in creativity spoiled by
mostly males who were afraid
of anything that wasn’t away
from art and love.. anyway.. i
was smart and that kept me going
all through life.. in standard IQ way..
but the lost creativity and romantic
potential in some ways.. was
a greater loss
than gains
of standard
iQ.. then.. THEN..
anyway.. to make
12 million or so words
shorter.. than THaT..
i overcame
i overcame
in super epic way..
and the modern version
of me that is still getting
even physically stronger at
56 thanks those bullies for pushing me
over the moon.. over the sun.. where even
to shine..

Colors of
Super Epic as iNoWv.2..:)

And ps.. in a hEart as large
as mine.. i could only offer
advice to help those bullies now..
in fact.. i tried a little.. but i scared the
F out
of them
no doubt..
as they’ve never seen
and undomesticated
like me NoW..
wHeRe the wild things ARE iSREaL..;)

SMiles.. online
tracks of lost loves..
lost friends.. but mostly
for me new ones that would
never ever live and thrive where
i grew up.. i can say with confidence
that at least from my Senior class.. none of
them would
me now..
as i escaped
the place they lived..

Online tracks
Ignorance at home..:)

Pen Pal Romances…
reminds me of the ones
with paper.. as one i loved as
young went to California.. and i must
say that those letters were dear..
and i suppose now we
can sort of take
for granted
how big the
Ocean is and
how many fish
of Ocean Love we
truly can connect with..
never ever having to wait
for the post man of hope.. now..
Some of we really do need an ocean
now to find love.. as for some of us.. the tiny
Aquarium can not house fish like us in peace of Love..

Ocean online..
Love’s GOld fish..
E-scapes.. FReED..:)

SMiLes.. my Friend.. thaT iS..
was a beautiful poem.. rytaephua..
about your Romance now and certainly
in the spiRit of Carpe Diem in capturing
the moment no matter what the form is
called from then or now.. or anywhere else
in someone’s
form of before..
Anyway.. my heArt
is not for sale for dollar
bills.. for likes.. for followers..
for shares or for anything else
than art of free.. i worked for the
government for a quarter of a century
and followed all tHeiR rules..
i work for
art now
and thrive
priSon bars…
When i first came to
dVerse it was A thriving
place for art.. and then it
became just another government
prison and i left and visit free as
art will be accepted as is or
the walls of
confines.. oh..
of BeFore.. now…
sMiles.. my FriEnd..
i would rather live on
a Desert Isle of free than
to be forced in a cave every
night for bOught and sOld for
otHeR eYes.. hoWever.. it’s true.. no..
noT all can create or play unless tHeRe is
sheet music of beFore.. so tHeir IS A place
for them in the comfort of the cave that i too
once lived in
before i
that cocoon..
to Desert Isle…
i fly wiTh
simply free..
one word at a now..
one step as a dance RomanCinG
wiTh onLY God and mE to SinG FReED allone..
in A Tree of liFe with leaves fAlling effortlessly
as breeze spReads them as winds do SonG aLofT..
as FriEnds..:)

sMiLes.. my FriEnd Lillian with liGht Now..
Love it that you and your husband heRE
sport a pose of Love with statue of same
behind as Art of Love in visual poEtry
that words WiLL never SinG alone…
funny.. how we appreciate so
much what we don’t have
when we lose what
we might have had
but never tried at all..
it’s kinda strange that it
took me almost 40 years
to find art aGaiN.. but the
GreAtest arT i do is the now
that never ends iN expanding
Appreciate of Now.. in SonG and
DanCe wHere all is sacred and holy
i see.. i feel.. i sense.. i do as alWays
Love iN Fearless ways oF Art i SinG NoW..

ThrilLed to
be aLiVe
Bottom way..
tops wiTh sMiLes..:)

A map
to Love..:)

SMiLes.. my friEnd.. as a person
diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum
with Asperger’s Syndrome in 2008
at age 47.. with my sister arriving
at the same diagnosis.. a few years later..
near 50.. it is obvious that
we received this challenge
from my father and his
father where my
father thrived
in the routine
of law enforcement
for 46 years.. and my Grandfather..
as he would eventually be an
X-Catholic and historically
noted Catholic Priest/Author..
mY Love Now for Freest Verse
Poetry and Dance is great as the
free verse ART away from mechanical
super logic.. super standard IQ cognition
of three college degrees.. etc.. rEleased
my heARt.. my SpiRit mY soUL
noW.. so to sPeak..
my father never
spoKe his
heARt.. my Friend..
and sure tHeRe are
many men like
this raised
in areas wHeRE
i live.. as Boys to Men..
are taught that emoTions
and smiLes and even Love
are less than real for men…
ThaT’s changing..
but poetry..
oh.. poetry
me human..
more than most now…
Adapt and change and thrive
in challenge or
elsE.. noW..
the story
of Nature’s
of all of we who
survive and even one day
thrive as never ever before..
as Fearless LovE that SinGs
and DancEs Super EpiC
like never ever bEforE2..

iT’s neVer
to Rise..:)


JuSt another two year ago..
Memory in Macro Verse way
that says DON’T WALK! DANCE
the walk of LiFE.. and sure this
sTiLL holds trUe for me.. at 56 even
more so than 54 or even 7 yearS olD
iN school oF sTiLL death aS trapped beHinD desks
thaT go no wHeRE but human head.. a truly
sMaLL pArt of The WhoLe ShEBang
named hUman noW as evolved of
course according to God and
Nature sAMe.. and the
sychronistic eventS iN
mY LiFE oF ArT and PoeTry
aS SonG oF mY souL wHole
Ocean poem FloW iN ZonE
continue to contribute with the
wHole dAm sHoW noW.. so
yes.. i say.. THE SHOW MUST
GO ON.. and nah.. ain’t the first
perSon to mention thaT and rEminds
me alREady of A sonG to sTart to
accompany this Micro Verse of
MacroVerse of Ocean WhoLe
poem now in super epic longest
long form ever reflecting GodsUniverse
NoW of course in Macro Verses 1.. 2.. and
3 lAbeleD as GodsUniVerseNovel.. 2.. and
3 more specifically labeled as such with juSt
that 3rd Macro Verse.. as such.. weighing in
at 338,630 words per se.. and yes.. below
the micro-verse level.. tHeiR are micro-micro
verses that often come too.. and below that
each word can contain multiple meanings
in micro-micro-micro verse way..
and OMG even lower too..
as micro-micro-micro-micro
verse when even the
Capitalization of a letter
or not can even BrinG a change
iN the meaning of the whole Ocean
Poem way.. in SonG oF mY SoUL..
as yes.. each single letter in that
title is specifically deSiGned
in stream of consciousness..
more openED mindful and
bodyful awareness for
the multiple changes
that can and will
come iN
as nowS Go On
for now.. so sure..
when i say these words
letters.. numbers.. etc.. in way
of other symbols too are an organic
representation of how the WHOLE SHE
BANG OF ALL WORKS TOO.. sure iT should..
iF we are open and free as we are aLL mini-me’s
oF God when simply sEt Free to freeLY expResS
our heaRT aS SpiRit iN MiNd and BoDy BaLaNcinG
foR noW..:)


Hmm.. yes.. and heRe..
a short enough micro-verse
from 2015.. to quote here in full..
all about living a life up top.. stuck
in head ways of BeinG thAt certainly
i was guilty of for so.. so many years as
just a brainiac over full MiNd and Bodiac
BaLanCinG ForcE now too..
anyWay.. liVE and leARn
in soMe of tHe harDest
ways i cAMe.. finAlly noW
to analytically understand
most of the Art oF thiS too..
but it’s a practice of continuing
bliss in the nirvana.. the satori..
the kundalini rose.. vision quest..
and born aGain reaLiTy oF a liFe
iN tRue success of WhAT can count..
Living a liFe in BaLanCinG ForCe oF
liGht wiTh thE GraVity oF God and no
longer aGainST the GraVitY oF GoD FReED..
iN TrUly what cAn bE described as a Free Verse
DancE of continuing bliss and joy iN liFE.. but each
perSon muST finD tHeiR way to thiS Nirvana of
MovinG.. ConNecTinG and CreAtinG noW…
liFe is work and practice with God
forevermore noW.. Bottom
line.. liFe can bE
a Work oF Fearless..
LoVE.. or a practice
oF the dARk side too..
thAT loses a muCh GreATer
liGht along the way of Free LiFE noW..:)

So yes.. heRe.. as i quote me from.. 2014..
to date me too of course to 10th of August then..

‘Ah.. i live up top.. for decades on
end.. and for me.. at least..
i find all the answers in
starTing feet..
left and right..
18 years of school
or so.. and no one
ever teaches me
how feet
are Art..
of human
i Dance..
and Sing..:)’


Hi.. Sherry Blue Sky.. thanks so much now for slooowwwlllly dropping
by and as you say.. “I scrolled a million miles, for one of your smiles….”
And yes.. haha!.. what you did do is scroll through what MicroSoft
Word says is close to 30K words.. close to 300 photos.. a dozen
plus videos.. and links and links upon links to literally over
a million more of my words as the links do filter
on down.. and uP!.. hehE..
anyWay.. so glad you
enjoyed the photos i
share on the dance of
life and 69 months now
of constant writing.. oh..
from almost wake to
sleep does equal
close to 12 million documented
words online with the approaching
4 million that are in this blog alone..
and perhaps more.. as all i can do is
estimate that from the rate i gRow oN now..
but as my quick about section sayS.. on this
blog and Ocean wHole poem of 693rd Macro
Verse here as i continue another somewhat
long Micro Verse here.. specificAlly it is
all my pleasure of art to keep going
every which way and so loose
as FloW iN hUman ZonE
as “i Like to Write’..
WiLL staY A FLoat
noW aS WeLL
gRows as
mE as perSon
too.. in human potenTial
wHole as WeLL to mATch thE
SonG oF mY SoUL iN Ocean FuLL
Poem Flow.. otHeR than thaT i Love
to see wHere the fLow WiLL
take the shapes neXt
like a crop field
of ET wheat
as oats
i sew for
seed to gRoW moRE
iN Fearless LovinG Words..:)


Memories.. memories..
memories oF art flood in
with the continuing tropical
low deluge of panhandle
iN Florida Summer days
in 8 month still
dog days
of Summer
cooled by rain..
anyway.. the spirit
of Jimi Hendrix and others
like Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd
go by no meter or measure or
rhyme of before.. these original
artists go deep with heARt.. SoUL..
as SpiRit rises to Express the deepest
Ocean of within.. the human archetypes
of artist that dances wildly and beats drums
toGeTheR naked around the midnight moonlit
skies of hUmans Brighter in Creativity than liGht
of moon and sun that KnoWs no Beyond of hUman
Imagination set free without rules of form alone over
essence of all that is.. yeah.. i kNow thaT’s kinda deep
but ah.. i am doing what they do in Free Flow of what
WiLL iN ZoNE of LoVinG noW come next so free..
of what was beFore alone the synergy of now
allone.. anyWay.. some cool photos of the
beach here that will alWays be deeper
than words as the beauty of thAt
can be infiNite in multi-Universe
hUman eYes that when
seT free WiLL perceive
tHeir peace of GoD wHOle
differently in someway as
multi-UniVerse humans
WiLL.. set free from
the limits and
of others as
we simply
play Guitar
Free without
those restrictions
noW in a new age
without chains
us to priSon
walls of insame..
And the joy i feel that
what i do yesterday is never
totAlly the sAMe as what i create
today as the Nautilus sHell or cross
that starts at center pARt spRead out..
in this case
from the
to noW..
thanks to my personal
digital assistant.. the
Facebook algorithm
Memory generator
as i give credit
no matter
it is
for all
that is that
helps me on
my continuing
evolution of the art
of all that is aka God
that lives free within me
out noW
oh.. so
much more Now..
as the KA of mY
future spirit continues
to sing now and then allone..
in this new age metaphor of heaven
and pie in the sky of God.. or pi F yA
like or PHI for Golden Spiral oF God come
to words as juSt i another pARt of Gods phi oF eYe..
in all seeing fashion in my multi-universe eYe of God
that too like
Jimi and Syd kNows
and FeeLs no bounds of
beFore to stay the frigging
insame so Old
so cOld so far aWay
from God Force oF FreeSTonEnoW..:)


Well in shorts and less..
the TRUE beauty of Thomas 37
is to shed one’s clothes as reported
from the Yeshua of before.. yes before
this humble Yogi-Like teacher was clothed
with illusions of myths to hyperbolically expand
the so-called Holy Roman Empire in 325 AD and
after intermingling what was left in copied and
scribed words.. thousands of times over
centuries of Before.. as no words
at all were written down of
oral tradition until
4 decades after
what is left
of Yeshua’s
life in record books
transformed into a King..
a Soldier God King of the Universe
from naked feat and feet of humble
barefoot hobo wandering the villages
in only value of the Fearless Love
within that moves.. that connects
with all others and God as Nature
true.. that fills us up with feeling
and sensing nature whole creaTinG
without restraints
of clothes that
bind us..
as yes.. we
humbly shed our
cultural clothes find
God lives freely in our
Temple of God from head
to toe.. unashamedly seeing
all functions and form of human
being as sacred and holy Temple
of God more fabulous and baroque
than any manmade temples that attempt
to approximate the majesty in art of GoD
that is the huwomanifestation of God iN
every human.. every animal.. every fish
and earth worm of God here on this
beautiful blue.. green.. brown
sanded and white snowed eYe
thAt is an eYe of God as wE
too see WitH God eYes
trUe without clothes
of culture alone
that can no
God on skin
from Sun on head
to toe.. inside.. outside..
so below and so above..
all around wE as and are
pARt of GoD wHole alWays
noW eternAlly iN What can and
iS bE Heaven noW for those of wE
wHo fiNd a path that works to seT
the Heaven
of wE free..
away from tiniest
needle hole to fit
the core of ouR soUl
through away from
camel of culture so
bloated.. so bloated
from water of cultural
illusory fears in controlling
uS aWaY from Being
free BeinG a free
pARt oF
GoD wE
rise re


Art of heARt and miNd
and BoDy BaLanCinG
soUl exPreSsinG thaT
in pasSioN of words
beHold a liGht
of God inside..
to spREad a liGht
connect wiThoTherS
TruE.. iN photos too..
capturing the EmoTioNs
and seNses oF liGht iN
hUman liFE from head to
toe even in a couple of recorded
years from 2013 to 2015 in a collage
of Facebook Profile photo pics as mY
soUl continues to evolve as eXpreSsinG
thAt in Holy and Sacred Temple of God
tHat is the selfie of You and i and wE and
uS celeBrATinG liFE toGetHer noW agAin..
yes.. duh.. of course selfies are sacred unless..
ye of little faith really don’t understand that we are
all Temples of God in flesh and blood form that hold
that divine spark of All that is inside.. outside.. yes.. now
below so above.. and all around.. and sure not every
one is free enough and loves tHeir Temple of God
enough to share that art with others.. for those
who feel the Temple of God is somehow
evil from head to toe iN uncovered form
as toe to crown of hair that covers
the Temple of God free
tHat is we.. or
bald as that
may come
that shine
without hair as well..
it is totally disgusting to me..
that someone would suggest that
Miley Cyrus’ Temple of God that she
unashamedly bares in front of all the world
as freest indigenous child of God on God’s
Great sacred gift on the Planet of earth now is
anything less than a free and sensual sacred
holy child of God from head to toe..
no matter what color
her frigging pubic
hair is too..
sorry but
when you start
to see human
hair as evil..
Jesus F. In Christ
you’ve lost your God..
mind and body long ago..
as holy and sacred Temple
of God from head to toe.. and
if you cannot see Jesus in Miley’s
naked form.. head to toe.. when you
search on Google to make fun of
her nakedness.. then perhaps you
never ever kNew the real Yeshua
from before.. as the Gnostic
Gospel of Thomas clearly
states in vs.. 37.. you will
never see Yeshua
or God until
you once
can walk
naked in front
oF God and all
others without being
ashamed of your Temple
oF God set free.. and sorry
if you don’t take good care oF
it i suggest you put the remote
control or keyboard down and
pick up a weapon of flesh and
blood free and exercise your
Temple of God free
from the devil
of culture
who tales
you your
Temple of
God is somehow
more evil than the devil
tools of culture including
the clothes that cover that
Temple of God from head to
toe.. the saddest part of all
is some folks have to get brave
to be free.. i AM free.. there is no
brave.. about that now.. as i walk
naked as the Lion on the Savannah..
who doesn’t worry about her breast size
his testicle size.. his penis size.. whether
or not she has gray hairs on her mane.. sHe
is just a standing tAll child of God that looks
toward the
Sun and air
to breathe
Breath aLiVe..
Miley and i giggle
at your clothes oF lies..
better yet and sadder yet..
we shed tears of sadness
for ye of little and clothed fate…
But muSt end this with a sMILe..
Dance naked with God in sand
and sun.. connect to God as
iNterdependent reLaTinG
Force and see and
bE the Face
oF GoD
REborn in HeavenFREE!..
Lamps of God SinG liGhtnoW..
And DancE WiTh GodaLLonE..:)


More here on Coral Castle.. South
of Miami.. and the Latvian Immigrant..
and old man who stood 5 feet tall..
and at 100 LBS on his lone..
moved 30 ton stones..
for feat in lone..
equaling what
the Egyptians
did TogetHer
in building the
pyramids beFore..
and if anyone doubts
what the power of muse
and love will do.. this story
that is true and evidenced as
fAct is well worth pursuing new..
as perhaps this man like Tesla..
who was overlooked with
Edison.. found the
secrets of
free energy
that no human
can control and
bind with dollar bills
to keep humans as
slaves in jobs only
fit for robots without
feelings or humanity wHole..
And that reminds me i’ve been
trYinG to get through the movie
‘Chappie’.. another story where they
try to make a machine into a human
by suggesting they can make that machine
have feelings.. but what they fail to remember
is even at the highest levels of psychiatry they
only have pills for that that work hardly any
different than the power of belief that is
just another word for the placebo
effect for those with great
hope.. faith.. and belief
successfully feel how
to incorporate
this all natural
and Nature/God
gifted higher power
to us for those of we
who fear no dark of Nocebo
effect and affect that is just
the opposite real natural
voodoo that science
now shows works
to make us ill
just like
the placebo
effect in converse
of belief can heal us
no different than what
the original Yeshua as
reported real life natural
miracles said too.. before
the scientific method was even
created back then.. when one
looked for the patterns that worked
in Nature and gave and shared that
enlightening information to rise others
up to a lighter life of Fearless Love as
truly Fearless Love is 100% positivity
of thoughts and feelings without any
negative thoughts and feelings at all..
and that my friends is the Christ liGht
in metaphor of course.. as when one
achieves this real all natural Christ
Consciousness in fuller MiNd and
BodY BalanCinG real all natural
soUl.. the focus is laser.. the
beam of Love is intense..
the eYes of God SinG
trUe as liGht as wE..
and yoU can move mountains..
in metaphor.. that floW in ZonE..
with zero negativity of all associated
with fear that BrinGs that Love down..
and next thing ya kNow.. you too may
do something greater than me than DanCinG
an all new style of ballet and martial arts like dance
every God dAm place you go for 6,000 miles in around
36 months.. writing close to 12 million words in 6 years
and WeLL over 3 Million words in a longest long form
poem ever in just three years too.. how the FucK
do you thiNK and FeeL i do all this Mountain
moving without this 100% Hope.. Faith
and Belief as total positive God Force
of energy radiating from the core
of God paRt wHole thaT is the i
of ME
as a greater
Force oF God
in human liGht
maniFest in the KA
oF SpiRit iN all these
words.. all those DAnCe
steps recorded in modern
technological way and shared
around the world In Facebook Video
ways by the followers who voyeur record
me on their smArt phones and spread mY
FreeSt ministry of Free Verse Dance.. WeLL..
let’s say.. not everyone has what iT takes to
read what A truE and liGhTest Free child
of God is capable of in Mountains
of Words.. but my non-verbal
language of DAnce
Speaks the same
of Human
Freedom and
if you ever think
someone like me can
be replicated and mass
produced.. go ahead.. try it..
i challenge you to create A
INTO A MACHINE.. you’ll never
do it as if you do not have the
other intelligence oF art iN
mind and body baLanCinG
SoUL.. ReAL noW aliVe..
you’ll never ever even
program yourself..
as this ain’t noW A
Fucking systemizing
science program.. this
is God Art Manifest as
words and photos and what
science cannot even adequately
measure or even understand now
without eyes and ears thAT Art oF GOD..:)



WeLL.. looks like the..
or shall i say.. A KArmic
eYe is back to finish this
693rd Macro Verse.. hmm..
what am i calling this again..
yes.. “i’M F*KinG A 0KAy”..
Sounds like a
SonG to mE..
anyWay.. for the
enD and stARt oF noW
aGaiN.. as this is my ritual
oF Holy and Sacred Thursday
R and R day too.. wHere i travel
to do the Sacred and Holy ToGeTheR
DancE wITh all the Kool College Age FolKs
At Good Old Seville Quarter iN mY 122nd
week of celebRaTing DancE tHeRe
tonighT on Thursday NiGht wITh
more fun Dance photos
coming to this
current MacroVerse
and the neXt onE too..
as the Ocean Poem Story
of thE SonG oF mY SoUL..
juSt continues to floW iN ZonE
of All ThAt is as thAT2.. of course..
wRite on course.. as i add those photos
in around the 3 am wee hours of Friday..
not quite the 13th but the 12th after a long
long niGht of Dance fun all the way aRround NoW2..:)










BeforE and After NovEL pARTy

BeforE and After NovEL pARTy
Introductory post to Free Novels


41K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel


51K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel


338,630 words
Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
Approximately 3000+ printed pages…
With Hundreds of Beautiful Beach Photos..:)


KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
3 Million plus words
Super Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
SonG oF mY SoUL..:)
Approximately 30,000+ printed pages…
just ’cause
i caN
buiLd iT..
FoR Free..:)

CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs

And yeS.. FinAlly..
CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs..
A Thanks YoU oF sORts..

Love iS

GRains oF SaNd
hOld mounTain
LoVe NoW..:)


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30 Responses to i’M F*KinG A 0KAy

  1. This is awesome! love it!!!

    • Hi Victoria.. thanks so much
      for taking the long way home..
      haha.. in getting to the bottom of
      all of this.. very kind of you to drop
      by with those very nice words of appreciation
      and next stop for me dance.. dance.. dance..
      more dance
      My FriEnd..
      be by your
      place tomorrow to
      comment as i have
      to have 10 fingers to
      do that then properly
      as smart phones
      for me
      just one finger
      wItH SMiLes.. aGaiN..:)

  2. I’m not normal. I refuse to be normal. Not being normal is awesome; in fact, some folks with open minds see it as Super Epic. I have great respect for Alex for developing this site as it helped me to develop my writing talents that I never developed in any creative way in either school or work; just on a couple of occasions where for some reason I broke free in middle school for a Christmas story contest and Philosophy class in college.

    In short, i reached deep down and expressed emotions in words that was very difficult for me to do other than short factual statements all about non-fiction, of course.

    Anyway, I don’t post here anymore, because it is very difficult for me to conform to the form of what folks name as the way the English Language is written in straight lines all the way across the page.

    In my opinion, it should be expressed naturally like sound waves, or perhaps more poetically put like the waves of the Beach and what is left when the essence of the Ocean become the shorelines of that essence as waves and never ever straight lines.

    I am a curvy person now; I do not move by sidewalks in steps or lines of pages by words. But, Smiles, most of the rest of the world sees lines and sidewalks, and moves accordingly the straight and narrow path of what is designed by the architects of sidewalks and pages. I am much more now like the Matrix oracle and Neo2 and architect3.

    Anyway, to make a ‘normal’ paragraph break. I refuse to be normal, because i can. I am re-tired with rubber now on what once was hard and metal wheels, and am Financially Independent and without that millstone of Having To Conform, and by the way I would fully capitalize those three words for emphasis but the straight line and sidewalk folks of the world, of course, would see that as yelling, instead of simple emotional emphasis as that is the what normal expects; and sure, I understand that as i used to conform to normal to survive in society.

    There are two types of intelligences assessed in science. One, is fluid intelligence; and the other is crystalized intelligence. I just so happen to have a great deal of both, as empirically assessed, now. What that this means is I know the facts and I can revert back to normal writing, if I apply the rule of sidewalks and lines of conformity in crystalized intelligence.

    According to research by Michelle Dawson, non-verbal Autistic folks with a verbal delay in childhood, like me, who had this difficulty until age four, often compensate with fluid intelligence as neuroplasticity and epigenetics will humanly and naturally do to adapt to challenge of environmental struggle and change. And later in life they actually exceed so-called ‘normal’ ‘neurotypical’ folks in measures of fluid intelligence.

    And interestingly, these once non-verbal so-called Non-Verbal Autistic folks, also have been shown in Dawson’s small studies as exceeding so-called folks with the diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome, in measures of fluid intelligence. They still lag behind, though, in crystalized intelligence as measured in standard IQ test way. The Raven Matrices measure of fluid intelligence provided the measure needed to illustrate this ‘Autistic Advanatage’, per the non-verbal folks with language delay of spoken speech.

    In reference to one of the comments in ‘this’ discussion, where an individual stated that their classmates sort of stagnated after high school, per Michelle Dawson’s research, this makes a little common sense, as use it or lose it applies to all stuff human being.

    Go to school and learn facts and get a job and do the same thing over and over and sit in the same basic way of sitting down all day; and physical, sensory, emotional, fluid, and crystallized intelligences stagnate from not doing very many things different anymore, than at least school demands in the way of learning so-called new facts, from before that increase crystalized intelligence in memory way.

    And yes, of course, it is more complicated than that but I’ll try to keep this somewhat short in what my potential is of writing close to a Novel in one sitting, as I continue to increase both types of intelligence by simply using it, gaining it, and never losing it, to this point at least, in my life.

    Interestingly, when Hans Asperger’s case study patients were followed up on later in life; most had found niches they were good at and were doing quite awesome, in fact; credit fluid intelligence of course, in adaptation to challenge of struggle in the environment, and change.

    Now, then, the thing about the original assessment of what Hans named as Autistic Psychopathy; verbal delays like mine until age four were included in that assessment. The APA was as they say, stuck in the world of crystalized intelligence and wanted to make the diagnosis as ‘normal’ people do, by the Crystalized Intelligence book of before. So, they made basically a watered down version of what they already named as Autism, by simply reducing the number of diagnosing elements to ‘Autism Lite’, also known as Asperger’s Syndrome, back in the 1994, DSM IV addition of that diagnosis.

    Now, the DSM 5 has come up with a behaviorally determined cover-all diagnosis to make life even easier for them to label it as just one thing. This is what normal people do. They come up with labels and pills to make life easier for them to solve problems.

    Problem is; this approach is symptom based rather than root of condition based. And of course that root in the case of Autism is in the whole of the human being in all types of intelligence; including sensory, physical and emotional intelligences that Standard IQ does not assess at all. And if you’ve ever met a psychiatrist; most lack high degrees of emotional and physical intelligences as they are medical doctors and they have been studying facts in the way of crystalized intelligence for literally decades sitting at a desk and now even worse, attached to a computer all day; even in the office with the patients at-hand attempting to do mechanical cognition and social cognition at the same time, which even science shows now, is not what human beings are evolved to do efficiently without the potential for great stress and reducing the proficiency of both types of cognition now, when each is not focused on separately. And of course that is common sense, but no, common sense is not always the way of the crystalized intelligence of what comes before in book way. By the way, wow that was a really long paragraph and sentence; it could be so much easier to read without these long, long lines.

    I am diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome by three diagnosing professionals, still. I have the paperwork to prove it. My sister is also diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. More than likely my father and grandfather had the same condition but of course, the diagnosis was no where to be seen in most of their lifetimes. My father did law enforcement and never rose above the ‘degree’ of Deputy Sheriff as he lacked the social skills to supervise. My Grand father was an X-Catholic Priest and a noted Author of last Century who even dined with Einstein in the socialist party circles in New, New York in the intellectual circles of that place then. By the way I am very wordy and can be very precise and detailed too, if I choose to express that type of intelligence with relative human free will.

    Initially, my doctor diagnosed me with PDD NOS, because of the language delay in childhood; but after further assessment changed me to the Asperger’s syndrome diagnosis, per the original Hans Asperger’s diagnosis of the condition that includes a potential language delay in childhood that is often associated with Hyperlexia, in which I was a very precocious reader with difficulties in reading comprehension that fits that mold too.

    I have extreme tactile sensitivity, which means I cannot touch anything manmade without extreme discomfort. I spent most of my life in man-made environments with hands closed and rarely open, to avoid touching man-made stuff with my finger tips.

    This Wrong Planet Internet site, helped me immensely to express myself in writing. I thank Alex Plank, very much for the opportunity to write on this site, as by the time I was able to accommodate 19 medical disorders, enough to write on a computer, about two inches from the screen in extreme pain, with most of the disorders, likely a result of Autistic Burnout after conforming to what society expected of me in over 30 years of work; yes, this site probably literally helped to save my life, as I was suicidal for the two years before that. I had Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, the worst pain known to humankind, like a Dentist Drill in my right eye and ear without novocaine, for a total of 66 months, from wake to sleep; including 33 months with a lot of that time spent here writing as no drug would touch that pain, and writing helped me a little to remove it from my focus.

    It took me 66 months to recover from two years of fight or flight stress that basically almost killed me, as science shows now the stress hormones will break down one’s body from head to toe, which did happen in my case. Doctors have no idea what causes Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, but in my case it certainly may have been associated with the break down of myelin sheaths as i was in pain in every cell of my body from head to toe, too. I was also assessed with Fibromyalgia, Sjogren’s Syndrome, Dysautonomia, and Severe Degenerative Arthritis in my spine, etc., but the worst part was losing my emotions as without emotions there is no glue for cognitive executive functioning.

    What I found in my personal research in the road to having an incredibly awesome and epic life now as assessed by some third party interests, is increasing my physical, emotional, and sensory intelligence through free style dance and free verse poetry to connect language with emotion and to regulate emotions and integrate senses through the art of movement (dance/martial arts) as all emotions and senses flow through the human body, and moving naturally regulates emotions and integrate senses when one moves innately, instinctually and intuitively without lessons on how to move.

    Anyway, I am comfortable in my own skin now, in ways of getting around the world with advanced proprioception and in emotionally regulating my feelings in the human environment and integrating senses, which means I am centered and no longer lost in an environment, ‘out there’. Yes, I have great self-awareness now, where I was incredibly deficient in this human skill before that seems to come naturally for most everyone else.

    Here’s the thing though, with use it or lose it; I received all my gold stars in school, through my Hyperlexic ‘super power’ of reading very fast and memorizing rote facts that I spit back like a computer on multiple choice tests. The teachers loved it, as they never had to help me do anything in the way of learning or tests. Problem was that had little to nothing to do with the real life of work that I would encounter after earning three degrees in college, So, in a way, this incredible strength was my incredible weakness, as I failed to work very very hard on the types of physical, emotional, and sensory intelligences that would make life so much easier than the incredible hard it was that almost literally killed me by age 47.

    I survived. I adapted to struggle and changed. I continue to rise now and thrive.

    There is even a song for that I will share below. I am so sorry that I did not continue that line above to the side of this page, as I must conform here to come back to even say all of this. But here’s the other thing, my so-called professionally labeled Autism is Super F iN epic and it has made me one of the most epic individuals to ever dance and write on this earth, and I prove that by writing the longest long form poem in the history of humankind, now approaching 4 million words; and sure I literally prove it with my signature link below, as it is way too long to ever ever publish in print.

    In fact, Microsoft word says it would take over 30,000 paper pages to print what I name as the ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’. And i also have fully documented almost 6,000 miles of dance in tens of thousands of photos in that same Super Epic personal bible of mine in autobiographic fashion too that includes close to 1000 selfies of gorgeous college age girls smiling ear to ear with me at the dance hall I have danced now for 122 weeks named Old Seville Quarter in Pensacola Florida. Funny, the girls never liked me in school, much. And now totally beautiful college age girls I do not even know attempt to kiss me, or at least that’s what it looks like at the dance hall with their friends, as recent as last night. And I can even prove it here, with my signature link in my most recent blog post with the photo, as the photo is too big to fit the formatting here, in case one wonders, if i am telling the truth.

    I make zero dollars by doing this. I have danced walked a free verse style of martial arts and ballet everywhere i go now for almost 6 thousand miles after I recovered from the disabling portions of those 19 disorders that without question I suffered with, like A Biblical ‘Job’ for 66 months, as a shut-in in my home. Yes, Autistic Burnout hurts, very bad, as I can certainly attest to.

    So what does this have to do with the topic at hand. Autism cannot be assessed by behavior alone, as far as what makes it the most difficult of all to deal with in the inner Universe of the human being. No one could see the stress I was under when I was in those two years of flight or fight stress at work, as i conformed, as I truly believed I would never ever get another job because people most always thought and expressed I was weird. I wore a mask of Okay when I was literally slowly dying inside. It really hurt, so bad.

    No one could see that hell, but me. I looked normal enough on the outside, and still do now. I am different. I am even too different to post here the way I normally speak now in words, and I accept that as I do not expect anyone to tolerate or accept me, as often folks don’t. To each his or her own is the way I live. Where folks tolerate and accept me it’s wonderful, and where folks don’t, I move on to greener pastures, as online allows an environment out of my closed- minded community in my red state area to do that in ways of blog and poetry to express all of who I am as different and human being.

    As far as dancing everywhere I go like a Bruce Lee Ballerina at around 6 feet tall now at 235 Lbs of solid muscle. I am stronger than every Marine in my military gym with legs now that press close to half a ton 33 times in what the strongest folks who leg press there cannot even budge as I’ve watched them try it up close and personal to their dismay. So no, i am no longer that uncoordinated Five foot 10 inch, 120LB scrawny boy from Middle School with the long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and eye lashes that people called the F word and not Fred.

    My genetics are different, I matured slowly, and am still getting stronger by the day, as empirically assessed at the gym. So, no one messes with me in the general public, as I can easily pass now for a College Linebacker who floats like a butterfly and can sting like a bee with martial arts kicks every which way and loose.

    Botton line is, I do not fit in, but I still rise to the occasion of all my human potential and am no longer held back by anyone who lives on the pages and sidewalks of crystalized intelligence. I am fluid as whole, and I am the Ocean and Field and Wave and Particle whole as one in trinity of threes that even science assesses as real.

    As above so below, inside, outside, and all around. Most folks don’t realize we are walking and talking mini-me’s of the Universe when whole and part the same. I was blessed by Nature in what I view as God to be able to see and feel this.

    If my Autism Is a Disability, I fail to see and feel this. In fact I fail to see any labels at all.

    I am, I rise and thrive, end and beginning of the story whole.

    And this will not make total sense to perhaps
    95% of the people here as you folks are
    much more normal than me,
    as whole
    as my
    shows here.

    Oops, I did it again. Again, just dropping by out of respect for Alex. He probably is more Autistic like I am when I was his age too. And sure, he has already done something super epic by creating this site. It just took me longer at age 50 and after to start the journey of me finally getting free away from societal expectations that make no sense for me.

    I was the last kid picked on sports teams, and the one who was picked on by almost everyone for being different in middle school.

    I am now, likely the most different person of all in my local community, as assessed by that ‘general audience’. But here’s the thing, I accept all of who I am now from head to toe. No one stops me from being me now, because I am strong enough to be me now, no matter what anyone else thinks or feels about that..

    I no longer conform.

    Again, I rise, I thrive.

    I sing
    A Song
    of Free.

    Thanks Alex.
    You did a great thing
    by making this site.

    And no, no one will ever ever cure me
    again into the insanity of normal as insame..;)

    And as the moderators predicted, I am still incurable from being me. And at least for me I F in Love it. And no, I cannot come back, ’cause I will not conform. But again, that does not mean I do not appreciate Alex for helping me to finally be me, by creating the opportunity to write on this site, as Super Epic in so many ways never ever seen before.

    Have a nice day.
    I hope every one here will
    one day rise, thrive, and never
    ever conform again. But yes, first,
    make sure you have some money,
    as the working world will not accept that;
    The ‘normal’ one at least, with smiles; but sure, I could on and on about that so bye, and I do mean bye to this straight line..;)

    (Song Rise, by Katy Perry for inspiration. Inspiration is important in life
    and so are emotions fully expressed and not repressed or oppressed.)

    Whatever it is i have.

    It is a gift

    Bottom line,
    and I prove it everyday,
    for the naysayers of life that
    say you can’t, you can’t, just ’cause you are different.


    KATiE MiA FredericK!iI

    Gravatar is one of the coolest things ever!! !


  3. https://victoriayoun.wordpress.com/2016/08/11/to-my-friend/

    SMiLes mY FriEnd..
    Victory.. in vicStory..
    as i look back in youth
    i looked for that Friend that friend as
    mountainous tower of electrifying light
    as you say so eloquently and poeticAlly
    here.. to help me on my way.. noWhere to
    bE found then so i looked within.. and i must
    say it took me 40 years total from age
    13 to 53 of walking in a cultural desert..
    to find
    that friEnd
    in Me.. and it
    seems a Universal
    experience.. some folks
    call it vision quest.. others
    call it satori.. some others
    call it being reborn again
    or Kundalini Rising..
    and scientist type
    folks call
    actualization ..
    but what i kNow
    and FeeL and SeNse
    for sure is the essence of
    this fRiEnd within iS real..
    i call this friEnd me..
    the me who
    waiting to
    simply come
    out and direct and
    produce and act a play
    of relative free will.. no longer
    subject as an actor in someone
    else’s play(s) oF liFe
    the potential
    oF aLL of ME
    F R e E D noW
    aS i directs actor I in
    exclamation point spirit
    super epic play oF liGht liFe!..:)

    Victoria responds and i quote her here..

    ‘Yes, we are all our own best teachers/friends/mentors.
    Seek the guru within..:-) But hopefully you’ve had
    a few people who pointed you in the right direction.’

    i respond..

    As a philosophy
    Teacher from Junior
    College.. named
    Hunt.. did provide
    Some helpful hints..
    The rest of it
    Seemed lost..
    In comparison..;)

    Victoria says..

    ‘Well, it sounds like you’re reaching out
    and being the mentor to others
    that you did not find.
    You’re a blessing!’

    i say..

    And you
    Are so
    A welcome
    Addition to nice..:)

    Victoria says..

    ‘So sweet-tears:-)’

    then i say..

    So.. i’M stArting
    To think here in terms
    Of that really
    Cool Fox spoof
    About ‘Lucifer’..
    Per.. ‘Did Father
    Send you’..
    In other
    i am
    Both literally
    And meta-physically
    Getting an Angel
    oF liGht Vibe
    From you
    It is rare
    As literally
    100 or so K
    Online has
    Sincerely.. Me..:)

    Victoria responds in kind..

    ‘That’s so kind
    My kids might laugh
    at that though’

    And with even
    more wit i say..;)

    And dArk
    in the yin
    And yang of
    Human real
    My wife
    Can certainly relate
    To that too or shall
    I SAy i can
    As sHe Angel2..;)

    Victoria says..

    ‘Yes there is a lot of dark here.
    Glad you’re married to an angel
    angel emoticon.’

    i say..

    On ocasSion2..
    Or that assistant
    On the Fox show..
    Lucifer.. A little
    My angel uP2..;)

  4. Friend Rafiah shares a Facebook Status that says..

    If any pet come into my life ever,
    I’ll name it TARDIS..;)

    And i return with..

    A cat
    Is nice..;)

    Rafiah says in liking response..

    I like cats. I imagine calling Tardis
    and it jumps over my lap and cuddles
    like your cat does to your Kat in pics..:)

    And i say..
    i pray that you will
    have a cat my friend
    and even more
    than one…:)

    And i say now here and there
    and everywhere.. we really do have
    a lot of advantages in the United States
    and i.. in the United States have a tremendous
    privilege and advantage and even innate ability
    now that i almost magically got over my allergies
    too.. where my airways no longer close up with a cat
    inside.. Humans through history have almost always lived
    side by side with other domesticated animals.. to lose that
    connection is to lose the connection greater with Nature that
    shows one clearly that we all are same as Animals whole of
    God and Nature same.. and the same is true that i live where
    A Forest lives that i can walk into by simply going out my
    back door any now of day or night.. but it is raining
    now.. so i am focusing on writing instead…
    and too how privileged i am to live
    in the country of the U.S. of A.
    that has plans for people
    to retire and ways
    to save incredible
    amounts of money
    to do that in government
    work too.. and even a safety
    net for folks who succumb to
    unforeseen disabilities that are sometimes
    even invisible to those who attempt to understand
    the disabilities from the outside in.. and what else..
    the fact that i live in a place where someone
    has strange as me can simply
    be me.. to no great
    affront of that
    others as
    just too
    be all of
    me free all i want
    to be of me now..
    i am lucky to live
    here.. in this
    of heaven
    afforded by all the
    ancestors and the origin
    of all that is now.. now AKA
    GOD that iS real ALLREALNOW..:)

    Facebook Friend Michael responds
    by saying.. in reference
    to the TARDIS

    But it’s just a small blue
    box tripping the light fantastic..;)

    And then i respond..

    sMiles yes..
    Doctor Doctor..

    And now i say..
    for those with eyes
    and ears to see and hear more..
    i for one am not planning
    ALL of these God Winks..
    if you are not seeing
    the proof
    by what
    i AM doing
    here.. perhaps
    you don’t have
    those eyes and ears to see.. as
    these are all totally a-causal related
    events.. there is way too much
    synchronicity in a-causal
    connecting principle
    going on here noW
    for it to be
    the language
    oF Art of God
    when more than one person
    comes togeTheR to express
    that iNterconnecting Force
    that is God through all forms
    of symbols.. Nature And extension
    of Nature in cultural ways all through
    the digits of our hands to the bits
    and bytes
    of the
    you see oF
    Nature of God
    creating by the
    number 11 extension
    of just 10 digits
    we are born
    as such now..
    Nature and God
    goeS oN hiGher and
    HiGher by the power
    of the human connection
    and all interdependent
    relating forces
    as Now
    well noW..
    many of which
    are a-causal
    in terms
    of what
    has invented and assesses..
    as the scientific method to date..
    To be more mindfully aware iN miNd
    and BoDy BaLanCe soUl iS to connect greater
    poTenTiAlly with the a-causal connecting principle
    of Synchronicity as identified by Carl Jung and many
    others as
    in liFe..
    God WiNks.. etc..
    all metaphors for this
    sAMe essence of what some
    folks experience and others are
    almost blind to.. sadly enough for those of
    we who
    see so
    much more of REAL
    iSREaL GOD oF NatURenoW..:)

  5. “Baby I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight
    (I love cheap thrills)
    Baby I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight
    (I love cheap thrills)
    But I don’t need no money
    As long as I can feel the beat
    I don’t need no money
    As long as I keep dancing”

    2016 Cheap Thrills

    i am very sweaty here..
    by the way.. and with
    tactile sensitivity
    in heightened
    way since
    birth.. i can
    say for sure those
    lips did not touch my
    dripping wet ear.. hehe..
    this is one of those faux selfie
    pucker-ups.. but seriously.. in 122
    weeks of dancing at Old Seville Quarter..
    i haven’t spent even one dollar bill.. but yes..
    i sweat almost as much as a six pack of beer..
    and Katrina says.. oh gross.. i cannot believe
    that pretty girl got that close to your sweaty face..
    such is the life of dancing with a whole Sorority of
    University of West Florida girls.. from where i graduated
    with three college degrees 33 years ago.. oh how time never exists
    @least for me..;)


    Here is someone who really
    sings to the tune of being
    different real.. Multiverse
    Man Robin Williams certainly
    sang a song of dancing outp
    of the box on top of dead
    desks to
    do a dance
    different than
    the polka
    sadly.. he lost
    balance and he fell
    out of this life.. but
    yes.. the different is oft
    remembered longer and
    more than the insane of insame
    as history continues to shoW noW..:)


    And here on the 5 languages of love ranging from gifts to affirmation
    to acts of service to touch.. and quality time of course.. and
    sure perhaps there is 6 and 7 and many more
    ranging from altruism to A purE and
    natural connecting in interdependent
    affection for all that is aka God now
    too.. one thing for sure is.. no
    matter how far alone one
    goes from otHeR
    the rest of
    Nature and God sAMe
    are/iS alWays waiting.. inside..
    outside.. above.. so below.. and
    all Around with a hand that reaches
    out and touches us all around human
    being too.. for those receptive enough
    to see and feel God these ways of Greater LOVE..:)


    And a last but not least Macro Verse coming
    in as part of my 694 pArt of Ocean whole
    poem now.. AKA ‘SonG oF mY soUL’..
    in moVinG.. ConNecTinG and
    creAtinG ways more and
    more and more as i go..
    but wherever that
    goes it is always nice
    to celebrate the human
    contributions of free verse
    bEFoRe and Robin Williams
    iN celebrating that frEEdom oF A LIFE
    IS A great noW sTiLL hUman way to Be..:)

    A micro-micro verse quotable
    in size short enough to
    share fuly
    per this
    Woman too..
    from 2015.. per Nefertiti..:)

    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
    as flesh
    of Truth..
    But at least photos
    bring us closer
    than words
    in sculpture
    and flesh of
    The selfie
    of old and
    new is
    a revelation
    of human soul
    balanced or NOT..:)

    And.. here a little more on
    David who appears to have lesS on2..;)

    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
    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..:)

    And still another
    micro micro verse
    worth sharing..
    from last year..

    Love sees clearly
    cat with
    Love is
    old human
    clothes new
    WE Move Connect
    Create Live FREE.:)

    Can i have another..
    weLL yes.. of course you can..
    as foR All folks after all iS sAiD
    and dONe all iS fREe noW from 2015..;)

    You are alLways welcome Friend
    and 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

  6. https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2016/08/12/i-am-flying/

    WeLL.. first of all.. my friEnd
    Zee. i find some comfort with the
    ease that you use with the word
    FucK juSt for fun as trUly that word
    is just an exclamation point with umph..
    that says i am free without cares too.. and
    actually i have changed the word FucKinG
    to mean iF yoU seeK iN God as thAT is even
    more hilarious for a God that is bigger than a symbol
    that humans create as word.. anyWay.. i am often hiGh
    as FucK juST for FuN as you say.. particularly when i am
    FucKinG in the way i see FucKinG now.. i used to be way way
    too serious.. i’Ve learned to ligHten up.. so so.. much more.. and you
    FeeL what.!. it’s like a bird out of a cage now.. i float… i fly.. so high.. i float
    some more.. and somenows
    i even SinG.. and DancE
    to my cat
    Yellow Boy in
    the early Sunny morning
    when he gets frisky for the
    Patio and Nature and God free
    sAMe.. so i sing.. he flies.. he flies..
    he flies so high.. that Yellow boy Flies he flies
    he flies so high.. and so do i.. and now i worry
    less when you visit my website that you might
    be offended when i FucKinG bless God this way
    so high
    so high
    with God
    and i as we
    and us and me
    as sAMe.. funny
    what a word can do
    for peace of mind and bliss
    in what some folks describe
    as Satori.. the Heaven Now.. the
    Bliss.. the Nirvana to fly so FucKinG HiGh..
    As a side note.. a guy from Saudia Arabia last
    night after i danced all night all sober and naturAlly
    high of course.. was kicked out of the bar for being too
    drunk.. and he asked me if he could get back in with my
    help.. at that point.. i didn’t realize he was that drunk.. as
    i said you don’t drink do you.. and he said.. oh yes i do..
    i am free in the U.S. of A.. to do what i FucK to do..
    free.. anyway..
    i don’t drink..
    i don’t smoke
    and like i think
    i already may have
    said i don’t even do caffeine..
    but i say FucK in anyWay i like
    as it is just a symbol that in
    poetry can be
    i want
    it to
    be free..
    where i make
    the meanings and
    the words up.. juSt
    me and GoD toGeTher
    all FReED without any
    chains of bEfore to

  7. “It is Maya!
    Dost thou not know her?
    Illusion — dreams — phantoms.
    But, to the wise, Maya is more.
    But, to the wise, Maya is more.
    Look around:
    All that thou see’st,
    Trees and shrubs,
    The grass at thy feet,
    All that walks or creeps,
    All that flies from tree to tree,
    All is unreal: All is Maya.
    Our bodies, our limbs, our very thoughts.
    We ourselves are slaves to Maya.
    What remaineth? Who can say?
    Love to the lover,
    The child to the mother,
    The song to the singer,
    God to the worshipper;
    These, wandering thro’ the world of Maya,
    Are perchance shadows of that which is.”

    — Holst, Savitri (based upon the sanskrit Mahabharata)

    Per wiki as linked here and quoted..


    “The Mahabharata is the longest known epic poem and has been described as “the longest poem ever written”.[7][8] Its longest version consists of over 100,000 shloka or over 200,000 individual verse lines (each shloka is a couplet), and long prose passages. About 1.8 million words in total, the Mahabharata is roughly ten times the length of the Iliad and the Odyssey combined, or about four times the length of the Ramayana.[9][10] W. J. Johnson has compared the importance of the Mahabharata in the context of world civilization to that of the Bible, the works of Shakespeare, the works of Homer, Greek drama, or the Qur’an.[11]”

    I’ve got it beat.. close to double in both complexity
    and esoteric ‘strangeness’.. hehe.. now over here..

    Anyway.. friend gigoid shares the same above
    on Facebook and he shares part of the
    infamous tribal and A very
    evil part of the
    here.. as i share it down below..
    of course.. based on a warring people
    fighting for fertile lands for subsistence
    for basic human eating rights and shelter..
    that is a human dog eat dog life that continues
    on in the middle east.. a place of barren lands and
    scarcity.. of course better over here in the New Israel
    U.S. oF A today.. and even in the fertile lands of New
    Jerusalem where i live aka Milton that once was recorded
    as having the most churches per square mile.. funny how
    all is related and even cultural patterns repeat themselves
    over generations like bigger waves of ocean whole
    across deserts and sands of dead sea scrolls..
    in cultural human terms of being whole
    as societies go.. and my long
    form poem continues
    on toward
    4 million words
    now.. anyway i prefer the
    first selection of poetry above
    as anything about bashing children’s
    heads into rocks floats no part of my
    love your enemy philosophy and
    turn the other cheek if possible
    instead of
    little kiddies
    heads on rocks
    and bringing a sword
    for peace.. and.. stuFF
    of opposing tribes and
    singing poetry into what
    supposedly is some kind
    of violent inerrant word of God..
    like they say for the Kuran when
    it speaks to the same kinds of violent
    atrocities.. including screwing what your
    right hand possess in terms of wives of husbands
    one just killed in war as new slaves.. after a little mourning process
    to get warmed up and ready for institutionalized rape.. not much different
    still than non-consensual dowry arrangements for institutionalized
    prostitution when the nonconsensual spread of women’s legs
    is for sale as well as for rape.. as nonconsensual.. yes.. a
    book as long as that first one there.. half as long
    as mine i prefer much better as it refers to
    the awesome esoteric mysterious paRts
    of God as i AM iS with no private
    parts like he’s and his’ have
    when yA name God
    as a dude instead
    of Force of allthatis..
    with ‘her’ nicer pronoun2..
    of course it took centuries
    for that other longest long form
    poem to happen.. not just a couple
    of years for me to exceed 1.8 million words
    as i am almost doing that rate per year as ‘we’
    speak in never ending now free verse run on poetry
    for long.. long.. long.. longest form poem now.. anyway..
    my fingers sing my/’our’ spirit.. no requirement
    to even think.. so i run wordS on.. with more
    millions to come.. but at least when 42
    months gets here by September 11, 2016
    from March 2013.. when i started all this
    witnessing for the God of all that is..
    on the date of March 10, 2013..
    of that year then.. i will
    have fulfilled
    a little
    old prophecy
    along the way
    just for shits and giggles
    and perhaps a God WiNk and
    laugh too.. at the ludicrous idea
    that anyone can chain God and say
    that tHeir quarterback has the last word
    or is the last prophet or whatever.. as i can
    do more.. with never ever giving up.. with
    100% hope.. faith,, and belief that at
    least the Jesus dude of Saint
    John predicted would eventually
    come true.. so sure.. in this
    way.. this super epic
    way.. two
    two doves
    aS oNe..
    and hehe.. like
    a thief in the night2..
    hardly anyone anywhere
    even Knows what i have
    done is real and exists now..
    as surely humble servant
    and word soldier of Love
    thatis.. going
    down for real
    baby.. like a REAL child of vision..;)

    “Happy is he who dashes the heads of his
    enemy’s children against rocks.” — Psalms 137:9

    Considering i had A only son who died in my arms that
    versE noW and the whole bible now kinda pisses me off..
    i think i’ll do something about it and write a bible that
    is four times larger and greater.. including the equivalent
    of 14 bibles or so.. when my 12 million words or so coMe
    on ThanksGiving of this year
    when my 72 month term
    of 6 years is up
    for doing
    all of this
    writing online
    since Thanksgiving
    day of 2010.. anyway..
    R E M A S TeRed as such..
    like i say.. a little birdie
    or now just call ‘him’ Jonathan
    Livingston freest seagull landed
    on my shoulder and continues to now
    guide me aLong an epic way oF now2..;)

    So what does one do on an early morn..
    of Sunrise and Venus star saMe..
    BreakFast in America..
    why not..
    coming to
    a Blog Theater
    and Facebook too..
    soon on September
    11, 2016.. as the Nile
    River continues to Flood in words..
    in a new world of breakfast morn then now..
    now if i can just pick up the pace and
    finish my 6000 miles of dance in
    3 years to date then2.. but
    counting noW..
    as the prophets
    of Rock and Roll
    sang sweet lullabies
    in youth to me for FruiTioN’s Date pAlm
    evenTual self-fulfilling waYs.. iSREAL..;)

  8. https://thefeatheredsleep.wordpress.com/2016/08/12/drought/

    SMiLes.. my FriEnd..
    thE feathered sleep..
    my eyeSiGht is blurry..
    in accumulationS noW
    of words that never end..
    when young.. BeFore words
    like this tHeRe iS SonG for Deeper
    ways of Seeing REAL SOUL within..
    Pink Floyd and tHeir mystery Animals..
    Led Zeppelin and tHeir Kashmir.. Rush a
    little later and Force 10… the Police and Sting..
    ELO.. Styx and the Rock and Roll list goeS oN..
    to Super
    noW as i mix
    words to the
    music of BeaTles BeFoRe
    and drifT iN afTer miDnigHt
    TwiLiGht waKe Of DreAminG
    more into FruiTioN noW afteR
    ecstatic dance and so littlE
    sleep.. as i am alreadY
    high enough
    substance need to
    BRinG a hiGher LAmP
    of Seeing more wisDoM..
    oh.. yes.. the inner i.. SinGs
    Free.. hold yoUr hand and never
    lET you
    friend as
    Roots of Lamp
    grow deeper as
    Kabbalah of Before
    wHere Lamps of Technology
    bLend with Trees oF liGht and
    Roots oF wE waKinG New Dawn liFe..:)

  9. Conspiracy theories run in rivers of dArk oF FeaR..
    Illumination theories run in waves of hoPe oF liGht..
    And sure.. tHeir are open minded folks in imagiNaTioN
    oF creativiTy’s liGht iN bRinGinG dReaMs to
    FruiTioN noW and the darker Magic
    of those who conspire to
    promote a feAr
    iN pit of DARk..
    that’s putting iT poeticAlly
    but as science clearly shows..
    some humans are more innate rovers
    who are open minded seeking progressive
    change out of cave.. and others more fearful
    afraid of change.. sticking to what they know
    of before.. and fearing change in progression
    out of cave.. where cave art paint spreads to
    more than walls of caves.. sitting.. hehe..
    when one continues to write
    the longest long form
    poem ever
    the oracle of poetry
    in red haired orangutan
    ape always mixes with monkey
    scientist and ape of warrior too..
    as the planet of the ape series of
    movies relates too.. well yeah..
    with my Irish roots in second
    generation paternally
    removed from
    there are
    sTiLL some red
    hairs that remain
    in the beard of my
    oracle face to go along
    with my scientist monkey
    face and my warrior ape from
    head to toe as well.. like Lion
    of Astrological portal on the eighth
    month of eight day of Sirius Dog Star
    WiLL relate in mythological flow as well..
    again.. and again.. and again.. the symbols
    matter not.. it is the essence of we that is the
    same.. at the smallest pArts of Atoms and subatomic
    particles that we all share as one God all same inside..
    outside.. above.. so below and all around as even science
    proves now as philosophers oF old aS old Orangutan sAge
    way kNew without even the aid of science related tools
    then other than the innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive
    science within of reaSon pattern recognizing all
    the similarities of forms in Nature
    that express a golden spiral
    also known in mathematical
    numerology terms
    as 1.618 mean
    of living
    groWing KA of sHell
    way.. as record in form
    of what comes before as
    alWays now.. wHere no time
    exists.. but liVinG liGht and DARk
    and tween of Both of allthatis liGht
    and dArk and sHades between of
    allthatis goeS on eternAlly now
    forever God as you as we as
    i as me as us.. we flow
    iN ZonE oF ONE..
    anyWay..noW Now..
    i ain’t afraid of
    no light and i
    bust scary
    ghosts of
    fear now
    i continue toward
    the liGht and away
    from feArs of weaker
    miNds.. in metaphor of
    dimensions of mind and
    body in or out of balance
    that range from living light
    to the fear of dark dimension2..
    otherwise known as somewHeRe noW
    ‘tween purgatory and hell.. wHere
    all tHeRe iS iS worry.. doubt.. fear
    and all stuff related to this devil fear..
    that beYond sad live side by side with
    those who walk as liGht.. wHo can onLY NoW
    try tHeiR best to lift those who walk ‘tween
    liGht to DaRk and be dArkest taR oiLed
    bird of desert soUls death from
    liGht of God so TrUe
    NoW and ReAL iN
    WiLL oF HUmanity
    WHO sings a True
    of rise
    of rise
    and live
    as TrUth and LiGht
    FReED from the grasp
    now of the dARk OiLed
    TaRred birds cLaws..:)


    It really disgusts me from priest to politician to folks on
    the Internet who feed off of what the New England
    Journal of Medicine suggests are a segment
    of the fearful sitting population
    who are more subject
    to schizotypal
    that some boogie
    man or devil is always
    out to get them.. psychopathic
    leaning people who sense the
    weakness of these individuals
    in fear.. use all types of heart
    stringing fear mongering
    from the
    oldest creature
    of devil in hell of fear
    to.. suggesting frigging
    Obama is the anti-christ
    real now of modern days..
    yeah.. a little magical
    thinking in white magic
    way can be good for the
    heARt.. the SpiRit. the soUl
    in even what science assesses
    as the placebo effect that rates
    close to what ‘they’ serve up
    in pharmacy mix of pills..
    i do my best to think/feel
    and act in white
    magical thinking
    ways as tHeir
    is FucKinG
    in fActs
    this hUman
    white schizotypal
    magic placebo prayer
    of thiNkinG/FeeLinG driving liGht
    actions now.. that go way way FAR
    beyond what we plan at the conscious
    level of mind in step one step to so on
    as structured way of form.. below the
    beyond of essence of all that is that
    can be hUman potential when the
    oracle.. the scientist or architect
    and the ape warrior become one..
    with orangutan and monkey three..
    in one.. oh the threes they come..
    again and again.. in numerology
    way.. as art of numbers beyond
    monkey scientist who scribes
    it all down in one step
    two step three
    step four and
    five.. scientific
    method oF old
    as WeLL.. or at
    lEAst partiAlly Well..
    as magic baby in white
    way is wHere it’s at as far
    as reaching the positive
    liGht of human potential..
    and yes.. you can F iN
    look iT up.. Voodoo is as
    real as the science empirically
    assessed dark human fears
    related to the Nocebo
    effect.. where these
    dArk thoughts
    in everything
    from frigging car
    accidents to F iN
    illness from head to
    toe.. guard your intentions..
    your purpose and meaning in
    life in how you symbol it in
    words or images.. monkey
    see.. monkey do.. see no
    evil.. hear no evil.. be no
    evil.. live with as with sPeak
    liGht bE liGht
    yes.. be
    TRUE noW AS
    and if you continue to
    listen to the dArk of Politicians..
    Priests.. Clerics.. and even schizoid
    scientists who have little to no white magic
    thinking/feeling in Harry Potter liGhter ways
    of HUman potential.. perhaps you
    are one of those that the
    New England Journal
    of Medicine says
    are born
    away from
    the chosen
    few who live in liGht
    or better yet.. challenge
    yourself to this struggle
    from dark of fear to light of
    hope.. as even science shows the
    neuroplastic and epigenetic potential
    of human to fly out of cocoons as butterfly
    new.. IS A real deal that comes when ‘they’ say..
    we don’t know how it happened.. and those otHeRs
    who live it say.. sure.. i FeeL how it happened it IS A real
    Illuminati all natural miracle of the higher power of God
    Nature allthatis written in the Evolving continual code
    of our
    DNA REAL..
    liFe is Magic
    for those who CAN
    BELIEVE AND a much
    darker place where only
    illusion of time exists.. where
    hope and faith and belief with
    Fearless Love.. is behind the next
    door as an opaque window that is
    coming clearer as those who
    seek.. those who find..
    A iSREAL
    iLLUMiNATinG liGht..
    in BeinG noW aS oNE..:)


    Words matter not so much.. again as alWays
    it is the essence of words that are
    iSreal.. some folks define allah as
    some he force that allows
    them to rape
    little 12 year
    old girls.. others
    see a force of all
    in allah that is peaceful
    charitable and all loving..
    the same goes with God as
    some believe in a God that does
    not condemn every act of killing
    a child of a warring opposing team
    by dashing that child’s head against
    a rock.. and others believe now that the
    word God.. is identical to the word love..
    and then they contradict themselves by
    using another old 3500 year old quote
    and paraphrase it out of a book of old
    dusty pages and say that folks with
    different Nature and God given
    same Sexual orientations
    are not sacred enough
    in their natural
    God given
    behavior to
    sacred marry
    or even get into
    what they name as
    heaven anywhere but
    now and a place they delude
    and use as illusory fear as hell..
    to control reproductive God given
    freedoms to keep the population in
    balance when environmental stresses
    do come.. for means to gain subsistence
    and keep the entire tribe strong.. as species
    healthy whole and continuing well.. anyWay..
    the monkey scientist comes in handy for
    my oracle orangutang too.. and my
    fearless ape warrior who stands
    strong in the defense of liberty
    and freedom sAMe.. says..
    essence matters most..
    believe the illusions
    brought by manmade
    nightmares in fears fruition
    real.. or go the liGht road as
    path and journey and gRow gRoW
    GROW with adaptation to dArk struggles.. to Ocean
    WHoLe.. bE the liGht in Change of Greater HuWoManiTy noW..:)


    WeLL.. that drives through three Facebook
    Algorithm personal assistant provided
    Macro-Verses from two years
    ago in the year 2014.. now..
    this one from a year ago..
    with Blue Skeyes of Mental Health..
    and truly as in all stuff liFe.. Balance
    iS key in MoVinG.. ConNeCTinG
    CreATinG.. GiVing shArinG
    FearLEss Love wayS..
    sure.. words are easy..
    JUST DO IT.. get
    in balance or not..
    yOur paths.. yoUR
    joUrney to what works
    for you.. aLL wE liGht
    workers who already arrive
    in Heaven now can do is provide
    what we experience in liFe thaT has
    sET uS free from a wrong planet of
    dimension in all stuff related to fear
    to a Loving Planet same in human
    meaning and purpose same
    in all of what wE
    to do..
    join uS
    iF you WiLL
    or can or not..
    i for one believe
    in can and WiLL..
    over the greater human
    potential DRIVING FEARLESS LOVE..:)


  10. “Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves.

    Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you’ve got an audience.”

    — Diogenes

    WeLL my friend.. as always
    i feel your pain of not being
    able to sit five minutes and write..
    as sure 33 months for me of not
    being able to use my eyes and ears
    for music or read.. for the same reason
    of Dentist Drill like pain.. and with Dysautonomia
    and the failure of the autonomic function of heart
    rate and blood pressure.. all of the Enviroment was
    a barometer of a pressure pill from hell.. seriously
    i couldn’t walk out side in any heat or humidity for
    so long… for an entire 66 months and in any way
    of cold.. fused
    the ice
    to my
    bones and
    even a breeze
    in July of 100 degree
    temperatures a half a year
    before i sunk.. to this hell
    of lower pit of dArk tarRed
    oiLed bird.. chilled me to the
    bone of WTF is this new hell..
    that was only the beginning
    of endless now then Dante
    darker then
    bird of tarRed oiL..
    anyway.. a preface
    perHaps to that recent
    profile photo you liked on
    Facebook.. my friend gigoid..
    of the 56 year old new and
    improved version 2.0 of mE..
    named a Dance Icon of my
    Pensacola Metro area.. and yes..
    once again.. i’m 56.. bald spot on
    top and graying as they all do once
    i hit the age of 40 and the bald
    spot came at 18..
    and both now..
    have maintained
    that age of grey
    and bald spot
    less but
    more of spirit..
    and less of form
    my Friend.. when spiRit
    of heARt as ExPresSing
    EmoTioN is transformed like
    Katy Perry says in a rise of a
    new and improved human being
    version 2.0 and more and more and
    more.. wHere MiNd and BoDy BaLanCinG
    soUl even at age 56 warrants the respect and
    Love of a heArt felt kiss from a group of 6 girls
    some of which were 6 foot plus high heel ballerina
    girls from Sorority University style of up town girls as
    Billy Joel says for his model wife too.. i didn’t notice the
    symbol of kiss of respect for the freedom i illustrate in
    Free Verse SpiRit of DancE in Freest form Nature oF i..
    to put it more poeticAlly than the girl with lips miGht
    have ever imagined me capable of more than
    a dance of hips.. and legs.. and all parts
    in Spiral Rotation as i become
    not only mE but
    the Universe whole
    when i took the photo
    as essence and form
    SONG OF LIFE FREE.. Diogenes..
    Socrates.. Jesus.. and Buddha.. and
    now the dance oF y i.. to the tune of
    kissing beauty lips.. it just does not get
    any better than this my friEnd.. particularly
    as the wife is the most beautiful girl who never
    ages either at 46 now.. and i’ll be quite Fred with
    the whole world now.. when i peruse porn i always
    end at a video of my wife.. just for fun.. like a new age
    Diogenes might do.. not forgetting the pleasure principle
    that noW moves
    all life that moves
    all life free out of
    pain of what was
    before.. now then..
    i dance.. i sing.. i whistle
    and shimmy.. the audience
    returns with kisses of respect
    and love.. and i dance some more
    WiTh liGht oF Love no different than
    the WheeL of UniVerse fiRed as liGht
    and inspiRed by Sound as noW moves
    on iN Dance of God liGht SonG oF REAL..
    And sure.. i hope life will be this good for you
    too mY friEnd as juST this one sMall paRT
    oF mY liFe IS A Miracle TruE that has no
    Explanation but the power of hUman
    WiLL.. hope.. faith and belief realized
    as dreAMs coMe trUe in REAL timE
    NoW FruiTioN for all to see and feel
    who care
    now or
    not @aLL.. hehe..
    anyway.. i’LL remember
    the joy and respect of Love
    in that photo mostly because
    i’Ve never met those 6 girls beFore..
    and a kiss of respect from a stranger
    only for the art and beauty of the dance
    of this 56 year old dude with her other
    5 friends standing taller with sMiLes..
    as well.. iS FucKinG Epic noW
    for what iT even
    to be
    noW as free
    DanCE and SonG
    oF wE FReED wHere
    FReEDoM RinGs aS
    simplE TrUth and liGht
    oF hUman DancE and SonG..
    And yes.. i like to write too.. true…
    iT’s juSt an excuse to rest my feet
    until the neXt Epic Dance comes FReED!..
    ah yah.. and i lala a Dare SonG for this CoMinG tRue2..;)

  11. Saturday.. in the pArk..
    a little past the fourth of July..
    somEone’s Birthday Party who did not show up..
    so what is left to celebrate.. well of course.. Saturday
    in the paRk.. and for me it is always a birthday of now as
    holy and sacred and no.. i’M not kidding at all.. all of Nature
    also known as God is all church to me.. yes.. holy and sacred..
    And to view life like this..
    requires no holds for what
    can be free.. in DancE and
    SonG of liFE.. as SonG and
    DancE in all the hUman arts
    that comes noW As SpiRit iN
    Human seNses and EmoTions
    set free.. set free.. set FReED..
    At lEast for mE.. oh..now.. NDD..
    A GroWinG so-called First World
    disEase of Nature Deficit
    Disorder away
    from God as
    sAMe into
    man made
    tools as being..
    instead of riding
    like the Wind.. and Rivers..
    Waves as Ocean FReED..
    H20.. yes.. as water WHolE..
    soft and powerful as fearless
    Love moves as Air oF liFE too..:)

    SeriousLy.. you can ask around
    as Katy Perry says it’s a party
    everywHeRe i Go.. it doesn’t
    matter if the big big
    balloons are brought
    out and beach balls too..
    iT iS A PaRty ever wHeRe
    i come bAcK aGain.. or
    perHaps the first
    now if i AM
    iN terms of BeinG
    heRe epiC as epiC
    WiLL comE aLL for FReED..;)

    Goddess Isis at
    Saturday in the
    Carpenter’s Park..
    Carpenter’s Park.. the place
    she learned to swim when her
    family threw her in off the dock..
    and glad she came back to
    the top.. and all the
    struggles her
    through life..
    to find the Pacific
    Islander sire to
    BRinG her
    in this incarnation..
    of beauty to behold..
    as my friend Himali once
    said.. you are so poetic..
    your wife is so lucky
    to be married
    to you..
    and yes..
    it is the other
    way around.. i hold
    no poetic illusions about
    that reality.. sure i have a
    smooth pen for words and
    feet for dance.. but it is the
    Goddess Isis who cleans up after
    me when i have a stomach bug as
    Love will do.. when love loves love..
    so okay.. for now.. this is the Ode
    to Goddess Isis Katrina in the
    Carpenter’s Park for our love
    somewhat started for
    consummation there
    on September 21st
    1989.. around
    the date of
    my conception
    in 1959 with original
    due date on or about
    Summer Solstice Day
    and Father’s day 1960..
    same day of my Father’s
    and Uncle identical Twin’s
    birthday on that day too..
    except on my case..
    the doctor went
    on vacation..
    and pre-delivered
    me on 6660.. as
    i guess and omen of sorts..
    no it wasn’t easy being married
    to me at all when i lived in Hell for
    66 months and i was the FucKinG
    literal devil then for all practical
    Zombie purposes as the dArk
    tarRed and OiLed Seagull
    i was back then.. now i
    fly so far beyond the
    rainbow heavens
    of God of Nature
    Pure as the
    devil bird
    rises out
    of the
    groWinG AngEL STarSnoW..:)

    WeLL i for ONE FeeL and SensE sorry
    for folks who miss God in a raindrop on the
    petal of a flower of a Dogwood tree WiLd..
    in God’s greaTesT breathe that iS liFE iN
    aLL we see and FEEL oFliGht..
    it’s hard for me to pass
    by God without sharing
    the beauty i see of God
    WiTH the World.. from
    the REAL Goddess Isis..
    in human form.. as incarnate
    now as such.. to the smallest
    subatomic particle of H20 that
    swims free in Goddess Isis
    Blood.. that connects
    wE all to Ocean wHole
    as WeLL.. WeLL.. truly
    Katrina doesn’t believe
    she is an animal.. so that
    muSt make her a
    Goddess instead..
    so might as well
    go with a
    in Isis
    poetic form..
    but me no God..
    just a bEast..
    a humble..
    God with
    paws and claws
    as nails.. and fingers
    that spread in pose
    of Dragon claws
    in three toed
    way as well..
    so yes.. it’s beauty
    as Goddess Isis and
    the beast.. just a beast..
    whose been to hell and rose
    back up as feathered fly Seagull
    soaRing hiGher RiSinG once and bacK aGaiN..:)

    PerHaps you cannot see this pARt
    oF God WhOle in this photo.. but it is
    HeiR apparent to me thAT iT is Gaia
    and her humans on the crawl of lifE
    in low down way of life..
    taKing the salt of liFe..
    away from saltine Earth..
    forgetting how concrete
    and dark ‘tween space
    and life allone is
    of Journey
    and paths
    wE liVe today..
    Hope.. is.. one day
    this eARth’S SalTine ants
    WiLL join hands and finally
    give humble.. honor.. praise
    and glory to this Heaven that is
    a tiny sliver in the concrete jungle
    of space.. as garden of eden heaven
    now.. REALLY NOW.. NO SHIT
    reAlly noW as eARth.. yes..
    this is reAlly going down
    for real as heaven
    now.. do realize
    all of what it
    takes as God
    now we
    to this Interconnecting
    Interdependent relationship
    oF Ocean wHOLE OF GOD ThAT
    iNcludes the dead concrete of space
    ‘tween all of life to make life all we got
    noW.. in this heaven now.. ants hold
    hands and Dance a Song of Joy..
    for Heaven is now forever
    give honor to God’s eARth
    worthy praise and thanks..
    for this opportunity
    for eternal
    sad that
    some miss the
    beauty and reaLity
    of this saltine gift we have..
    the real devil knows the anti-christ
    evil away from all this fearless Love of
    Earth’s beauty as i lived in concrete hell
    of space for 66 months to rise to tale the
    of God
    now.. to
    Dance to Sing
    as BEast of God..
    Moral oF A total story noW..
    or better put question mArk..
    would yoU be A DEvil for LOVE..
    as nicely illustrated in the most recent
    installment of A REAL motion picture Dracula..
    if not.. don’t yOu dare judge A DEvil for LOVE.. noW
    aS fallen less than An AngEL or A vAMpire.. perHaps..:)

  12. https://omabdalrahmaan.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/mohammad-says/

    Yellow boy has been perusing the
    bible a little much lately as he directs
    our attention to John 16:25-33 that says..

    Jesus Christ Has Overcome the World

    25 “These things I have spoken to you in figurative language; but the time is coming when I will no longer speak to you in figurative language, but I will tell you plainly about the Father. 26 In that day you will ask in My name, and I do not say to you that I shall pray the Father for you; 27 for the Father Himself loves you, because you have loved Me, and have believed that I came forth from God. 28 I came forth from the Father and have come into the world. Again, I leave the world and go to the Father.”

    29 His disciples said to Him, “See, now You are speaking plainly, and using no figure of speech! 30 Now we are sure that You know all things, and have no need that anyone should question You. By this we believe that You came forth from God.”

    31 Jesus answered them, “Do you now believe? 32 Indeed the hour is coming, yes, has now come, that you will be scattered, each to his own, and will leave Me alone. And yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me. 33 These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will[d] have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

    Anyway.. if Yellow boy does
    not slow his intense focus on the
    bible we may have to order him some
    corrective lenses to correct his vision from
    so literally
    as long as is is..
    anyway.. he Loves to
    share.. so i follow his lead..

    And in visiting Friend SOHEIR..
    the Muslim woman I had some interesting
    debates with and also her friend Imran.. she drops
    a note today that says.. in her Muslim Muhammad way..

    “A woman is normally
    sought as a wife for her wealth,
    beauty, nobility or piety, but
    chose a pious woman and
    you will prosper..”

    And i say in return..

    This is true
    For my wife
    And sure..
    i prosper
    My FriEnd

    SOHEIR says:

    You are blessed indeed Fred!
    Have a good day and smiles:-)

    i then say..

    Thanks..so true..
    And Hope you
    Have a great day
    Too.. With sMiLes2..
    FriEnd SOHEIR..:)

    SOHEIR says:


    i say..:)


    And now i say.. noW..
    there are two definitions
    of pious.. one is a person
    who does everything in OCD
    fashion that a religious book will
    instruct them to do.. and the other
    definition is a rather facetious one in
    two faced way that says a person who
    talks the talk but rarely walks the walk of talk
    on the true and light path that IS A way of life…

    Sure.. there are plenty of pious screwballs in the
    world.. who do rape little 12 year old girls in abusive
    reward of wars against infidels who are rather pious
    in their abuse of literalism of words evil instead of true..

    And it’s true.. wife Katrina takes the Bible very seriously
    and literally.. and fears that if she makes just one mistake
    less than perfection that the devil is gonna take her straight
    to hell.. eternally burning in fire.. and that is part of the reason
    that i for one believe that most of the fundamentalist interpretations
    of all Abrahamic religions are a source of much darkness and evil
    in putting fear of God into people’s hearts instead of worshipping
    all of God of Nature as sacred and holy and true in liGht instead
    of illusory fears of hell anywhere else but these places where
    folks rape little girls in the name of a faux God that
    exists no where but in interpretations of books
    that become the darkest evil still
    of humankind now..
    to literally assess
    in plain talk
    the darkest
    ways that
    ancient books
    have been twisted
    to support the darkest
    parts of the human being
    in fear and hateful hurt of others
    of simply lies.. lies.. lies.. and more
    lies.. now.. to put all of this as plainly
    now as i can.. and WiLL.. noW.. Now..:)

  13. i woke up and the sun is shining..
    only for now.. as sure the clouds
    will come again.. but the bottom line
    is.. as long as we are alive the Sun noW
    will shine again.. and reAlly my mesSage
    is a simple one.. as although i can be a little
    bright.. with words.. tHeRe is ONE news now
    i have for YOU NOw iN ALL Around uS iN noW
    this little sliver of now that is eternAlly
    now is Heaven NOW.. for those who
    come to SensE and FeeL this
    Heaven on Earth noW iSREAL..
    now.. you might say.. or feeL and
    seNse that Heaven cannot be now..
    cause life IS A bitch but i say liFe CAN
    AND WILL BE A BEACH.. if you can move
    away from the word bitch.. and heLL no thaT is
    not a woman that iS juSt a metaphor for something
    that hurts rather than something that feels good and to
    be honest.. somenows it is the greaTest Bitch that Brings
    the greATest Beach as this Heaven takes work at nowS in
    sweat.. blood.. and tears.. etc.. anyWay.. Katrina alerting me when
    i juSt woke up.. get ready for church Babe.. The Sun is FucKinG ShiNinGnoW..
    and gotta go but yes.. be back again later with more good news here noW.. juST
    NOW.. more notes
    in a million
    plus more words
    pushing 12 million
    all around the world
    that basically say a meteor
    hits the ocean and then comes Heavenow..:)

  14. WeLL… a long day of dance it’s been
    this Sunday Sunny Day.. along with
    Catholic Church.. and stores.. and stores..
    and more of Katrina’s Favorite stores did come
    in dance hall public dance for me.. And today’s Edit
    as i am becoming a fixture of the Mall in someways
    oN SunDays.. has now moved from a graphic play
    edit to a Edit of Romance instead.. Hmm.. i just
    wrote about this last week in deTalES oF Love..
    jUSt no mall
    prop until today
    to better illustrate
    Roses given for Romance
    heHe.. when everYone gETs aLonG..
    anyWay.. an interesting day long
    Church.. Sunday Dinner.. and yes..
    eTc.. at the stores Dance Event..
    and a little disturbing catching
    that dam Sign attempting
    to convince folks on the
    back of a pick ’em up
    truck to boycott Target
    ’cause they hate.. they
    hate change and moving
    into the 21st Century with
    Equal Privileges for all
    humans to do stuff like
    go to the Dam Bathroom
    in comfort peace for whatever
    Gender tHeir mind validates are
    what they are.. and for some that
    spells transgender as science now
    indicates is an innate difference that
    is just another biodiversity of God Given
    Nature.. when.. free.. free.. free.. juSt to bE..
    anyway.. some old crippled Fundamentalist
    Christian dude with a pony tail.. came out of
    the truck.. and i had to wonder how he would feel..
    if they said folks with bum legs are not allowed in..
    some folks just don’t get that others are in a much
    different skin in view of world.. but sure.. the Jesus
    did in words reported as gentile or jew.. servant or
    free.. woman or man no more.. in other words gender
    doesn’t matter.. you bigger dummy.. to Jesus at lEAst..
    then or
    now for iSREAL
    hmm.. God picked a
    really tough place this go
    around for me to live.. considering
    how super liberal i AM.. but crap even
    the Gospel of Thomas in Gnostic way
    reports Jesus was a gonna make
    Mary Magdalene into a man..
    if so.. don’t think Jesus is
    gonna be very happy
    with that sign
    if somehow
    he snuck
    in and sees
    it noW iN any shape
    form or fashion of anything
    related to fear and hate.. the ignorance
    in the town i live in is FucKinG EpiC.. but
    hehe.. i’M even more epic.. and ‘they’ have
    almost no idea who i AM now.. in my
    as i for one
    build with words
    as organic life..
    and never
    to print
    my pages..
    as i am a FucKinG
    Tree Hugger.. with 30,000
    plus pages of words.. words.. words..
    online in Ocean Poem Full.. and three to four
    times that much since Thanksgiving Day.. 2010..
    and sure.. somewhere around 100K photos
    too.. as i continue to gRow as NOWs go by..
    kinda a like a Rainbow spRead bEyond of mE..
    sure iF
    you believe
    iN mE for what
    i saY iSREAL..:)

    WeLL.. yeah.. i guess the Facebook Algorithm
    kinda outdid itself as Video Production slide slow
    assistant.. with a total of three Sunday Dinners
    etc.. yes..
    all of that..;)

    Hmm.. i’m starting to think the Facebook Algorithm
    is somewhat of a dirty old man.. as it choses
    automatically without any of my input
    other than my mall trip photos.. yes..
    Hustler Lingerie
    Gifts to
    draW anD
    audience i guess..
    for the Sunday Dinner
    Slide show number two..;)

    Yes.. that’s one sexy
    one piece Bra.. as the
    Facebook Algorithm
    understands all stuff
    associated with the female
    form sells.. at least at the mall..
    to keep the inspiration of buying strong..
    and hehe.. just a muse
    oF art for me.. definitely
    a best buy.. as all i
    do is f iN Free..
    Freddy Freeloaders
    WiLL do to keep the
    arT FloWinG noW iN ZonE..;)

  15. So.. i’M in a rush for church this morning..
    up late.. sleep late.. etc.. and i AM inspired
    to write a rather short short micro-micro-verse..
    to go along with that.. with that Sun is Shining
    Song of course2.. and what do yA knoW and FeeL..
    the Facebook personal assistant provides three memories
    of which the first from two years ago.. is about the same
    subject i AM motivated to write this morning about Heaven
    now.. it’s almost like it’s fate.. or perHaps
    better penned as
    FlowinG ZoNE noW..
    yes.. Hakuna Matata2..
    WiTh sMileS Now too..:)


    Culture Clothing Sins from a year
    ago STiLL.. yes.. folks are too dam
    uptight and down right Bi-Polar about
    the human body.. sensuality.. and sexuality2..
    it’s everywHere and
    they try to hide it
    at church
    and call
    it immoral..
    evil.. dirty and
    all of that sin and
    stuff like that when the
    Gospel oF Thomas in Jesus
    way says the total opposite.. to
    strip down naked.. tread on yA
    clothes and find God within Ya
    Temple of God sAMe as Flesh and Blood
    free with HeARt.. SpiRit of EmoTioNs and SeNses
    wide aWake in MiNd and BoDy BaLanCinG souL..
    from head to toe.. in others words.. iT is evil NoW noT..
    to get naked more than it is to get clothed with culture..
    then.. at least in the opinion of the Gnostic Reported
    Jesus dude.. iN Thomas Gnostic Gospel way iSREAL..


    WeLL.. when i was still doing
    Form poetry last year..
    here is the echo
    in Pink Angel
    WinGS.. with more
    than likely more to come
    in Ocean wHole Poem
    Macro-Verse Memory
    way.. tomorrow or so..
    as they stArted to get
    allergic to all my words
    at dVerse.. and thiS
    Macro-Verse SunG
    here to
    them in tHeir
    exclusionary need
    to stay away from Epic
    PoeTry oF Y i.. is only 33
    words long.. with More PiNk
    Angel WinGS to come soon..
    as i for one.. cannot do just one
    Lay’s Potato Chip of PoEtry.. no
    Matter who is trYinG tHeir
    best to road rail me..
    into tHeir
    naRroW MOld..:)


    Ah.. yes.. a test for echo as art
    and free continues here..
    as A gifted child
    will refuse
    to now do
    only one
    then of art..
    now when
    art noW
    flows then
    as water now to
    river to Ocean whole
    as Art oF Y i continues
    to streAM noW iN FieLd oF
    DreAMs Now FloW aS iN ZonE..:)


    Missionary of Magic
    Dance.. shall i say
    more.. shall i step
    more iN SonG of ZonE..
    yes.. i can and WiLL


    KA.. the
    ancient alpha
    letter and sound..
    in vocalization of symbol
    of word/SonG.. but more than that..
    the reach of human lAMps.. not unlike
    sheLL of Nautilus that goes on in form after death..
    for hundreds of millions of years..
    so sure.. aLL i write
    IS A literal pyramid
    of words.. all i dance
    when voyeur videoed as magic
    steps of creativity will do when
    one with God as Nature wHole as spiRAlinG
    sun of i.. is KA too.. KA defeats the entropy
    of death.. and goeS on as energy/FORCE to inspire oTheRs..
    yes.. even in the beauty of Nautilus sHell that inspireS
    even more as ARt.. as you see Art is KA oNe and sAMe.. KA
    and Art is all we do to liGht the world brighter even
    after we die.. and to take that last breath and
    to kNow/SeNse and feel one’s breath goeS on as
    Unconditional Love of ART and KA sAMe
    for all otHeRs.. is to die
    easy in the
    of God’s
    arms Free.. and
    WHO kNows yoU may
    liVe forever and
    come back
    the same
    more eternally
    now.. how sad iT is
    that some folks wait for
    Godot when Godot is wE are
    uS is now i..yoU.. moVing.. conNecting
    and creaTing KA and ART everMore
    NoW.. ah.. time.. the illusion..
    A reaLiTy
    oF Gods EYes
    of/iN uS
    Suns whose
    Fire goeS on..
    as Love.. as Love
    flies in Infinite sMiLes
    of MoVinG.. ConnEcTing and
    CreaTinG more.. KA IS A fiRe
    of life.. Pure is the word Katrina
    and Katy and Katie too.. Christ is
    just another word for KA and ArT
    is God
    and WiLD
    iN SonG and
    DAncE of wE..
    i AM KA.. and
    Katie2.. pure
    AS God and close
    as Mia means too..
    and my last nAMe is juSt
    a variation.. yes.. the real
    last namE.. is jUst a variation
    of the name of water and sand as
    silt that says Lahmu and Lahamn sAMe..
    the first human symboled name for GOD..
    and sure.. my real First name Frederick..
    means Peaceful Ruler.. and real middle
    name Arthur means strong now..
    but you see.. all of this
    is KA is ArT is liGht
    of Lamp
    of hUman
    meaning and
    purpose.. nah..
    it is not the shell
    of the Nautilus that counts..
    it is the beauty we feel
    and sense of sHeLL as
    of HeARt
    as SpiriT
    of FeeLinG
    and SenSes
    go on now as
    noW a Ray
    goeS oN..
    as after i die..
    i will continue to
    SinG and DancE the
    Egyptian of BeFoRe..
    i never die..
    as long
    as tHere
    is liGht
    oF Y
    unless i only
    care about a separate
    self that is not connected
    in moving ways as all of creation wHole..
    sAdly.. those folks who have that illusion of
    separateness.. often fail to generate much KA/ART
    of LiFE
    as they
    cannot noW FeeL
    and SeNSe.. and
    kNow the greater liGht
    of KA and ArT as sAME God
    wHo lives within free ShiNinG
    BriGhter and BriGhter forevermorenow..
    And this my friEnds is why Jesus said
    as reported by otHErS that tHeRe wiLL
    be those of wE who do greater works
    of Art than hE.. as thaT is
    how the KA
    of God
    and more
    and never
    less.. in we
    maGiC hUmans
    who kNow and
    FeeL.. and SeNse
    no boundaries of
    bEfore as God is
    Free to Be More
    and so
    as trUe
    and liGht
    children oF
    God.. WiLd
    and Free.. and
    sure.. Heaven is
    juST a natural
    by product
    noW in
    the Kingdom
    of God’s KA
    and ArT
    a celebration
    of Kashmir REAL..:)

  16. As.. the EN name test
    thingy says.. matching
    some lyrics thaT rePreSent
    mY liFe now.. by saYinG..
    “Forever trust in who we
    are and nothing else
    matters”.. i noW say..
    That’s about the
    size oF iT..
    wE togeTheR
    NoW anD thE
    rest of NaTuRe
    aLL sAME as GOD..
    and SPeaKinG of WanDs
    and MaGiC and Harry Potter..
    i read the new double book in
    less than aN hoUr and i MusT
    say iT’s oKay.. but it didn’t reALLy
    tHrill me of course.. as i alReaDy
    Do iSreal liFe mAGiC HAnd iN HAnd
    wiTh iSREAL.. God aLL noW juST NoW..:)

  17. Facebook Friend
    Ashe shares a
    Facebook compilation
    of one hit wonders from
    the decade of the 2000’s
    and i say..

    A star.. If they
    Find it and
    Shine it
    For Free..
    With Ease..:)

    PS.. Like
    The eclectic
    Nature now of
    Your FB posts
    As never ending
    Stories noW and paintings.. Etc.. Now
    My creation
    To free
    So.. Sure..
    i am a Zero
    Hit Uni-verse..
    As i for OnE
    Will never spiRAl
    Else’s idea
    Of fAMe..
    In words
    OranD dance..;)


    This is
    All so true
    You are groWing
    As light.. My friEnd..
    As light works toGetHeR
    And never separate as Dark
    As DArk is
    Only paths
    To LiGht
    A Lamp
    Growing Reach..:)


    Ha.. no way did i help Saudia
    Arabian friend get back into the
    bar.. friend.. Zee.. even if i could..
    And i hope he got home safe.. it’s
    really sad over here in America.. how
    much alcohol is glamorized as something
    positive.. and all the drugs folks use for their
    somatic pains.. when much of the answer truly
    can be in mind and body balance.. including un-
    repressing emotions.. senses.. and yes.. sexuaLiTy
    too.. as free and unafraid to connect with all of God
    of Nature free.. and truly too.. letting go in art of moving..
    as there need be no instruction or lesson in that other than
    what God Brings natural.. innate.. instinctual and intuitive to
    be free.. and i live the life of Heaven now.. my friEnd as it is
    the natural gift that humans
    have.. when they simply
    escape.. under a tree.. as
    cave if they must retreat to
    look within.. or for me a beach
    that no longer houses footprints
    of culture down the way past condos
    that say.. we will hold you prisoner in
    these four walls and ceiling same.. Now
    the gift has always wild and free noW
    been God.. my
    friend.. and you
    too of course too..
    Zee.. the gift of
    God is how
    God moves
    too.. now..
    in balance
    and radiating
    the SonG and
    DancE oF
    this is not something
    that can be found in words alone..
    this is the God who lives free within
    us.. hoping.. just hoping.. we see within
    once again.. as God does not like to be
    imprisoned in us.. as ‘they’ make uS be
    in many cultures and religions same..
    God is the wild and free part
    in us.. that says
    FucK you
    live now
    free whether
    you like it or not..
    and trUly in the U.S.A..
    those of us who escape all
    the instant gratifications of escape..
    can find this place of heaven one day
    soon.. and like me and God toGeTheR they
    WiLL SmiLe as Wide as the UnivErse in God’s
    greaTeST gift we can possibly kNOw.. seNse.. and FeeL
    noW.. mY FriEnd Zee and that is FucKinG LiFe noW..
    so sure..
    i FucK
    liFe and
    GoD sAMe..
    with no other
    substantive drug
    than GOD ALLONE..
    and yes.. i FucK WitH
    people’s minds MucH
    in hopes they eventuALLy
    fiNd Heaven noW too.. as Now
    any helpful fool or clown WiLL Do..
    employed by God @lEast to hELp..
    WitH FucKinG iF yoU seeK iN GoD..
    no one can make anyone do that
    unless they trUly SeeK God
    within noW Free
    with no
    but FREE.. NOW.. now..
    the answers have alWays
    been in the language of God
    that is Nature.. mY friEnd Zee..
    and when anyone suggests that
    nature is anything less than
    holy and sacred
    including the
    of wE..
    IS A good
    chance they
    are lying for
    selfish means..
    and will be mean…
    to gain their means..
    Serve God or words of
    men.. i choose God and
    the language of Nature iSREAL..
    but sure i read it all as all is God2..:)


    i staRted
    witH Search in
    the middle but had to
    cOme baCK uP to fiNd
    the Pyramid capstone and
    tree the sAme noW FriEnd aS
    Search for liGht iN eYes of otHeRs..
    goeS on and on.. as i look for more
    words to accompany Kashmir in eYes
    of YoUrs.. and funny how some males make
    women only a patch of moisture in V of life to enter
    with A of wHoles.. when the UniVerse of EmoTioNs
    and SeNses and kNOWinG livVs aBove more than bElow…
    and sAMe as BeLoW iS JuSt a SpArk of energy as FoRce
    that stARts Now
    the sHeBanG noW
    oF aLL oF us.. and
    in evil
    eYes when
    women are
    reduced to
    patches of moisture
    in V’s that hOld no eYes..
    so have a nice day the feathered sleep..
    with vines and roots that reach aCrossDeeP…:)

    ‘Take the Wrong Planet home’..
    WeLL.. reAlly since age of 5 beFore
    school.. i did not really fully
    stArt the paths and
    journey until
    i graduated
    from the
    Wrong Planet
    of school and work
    that sure had some
    liGht in dArk of YiN
    and yANg Balance too..
    until A fiRe of soUL cAMe
    to Calgon take me aWay then
    from that Wrong Planet tHere..
    33 months of hermit crab to look
    within.. loSinG the sights and sounds
    in God’s/NatUre’s Burning Fire from feet to
    Trigeminal Nerve with zero
    choice but
    to look
    the dArk
    of outside
    of school and work
    blinded within.. and only
    without sight and sounds of
    culture would i find my way
    back home to God/NaTure
    so after
    33 months..
    since January
    of 2008 then..
    to withstand the
    pain for writing one
    word on ThanksGivinG
    day of November 2010.. witH
    a spArk provided iN EmoTioNs
    of dwindle fire of SoUl From
    Katy Perry’s Firework SonG
    in 2010.. all that’s left of HeaRt
    then and SpiRit to
    FeeL and
    in faint
    red of
    wHole flaMe. then..
    so.. i go to the Wrong
    Planet online with onLy
    a list of words.. that sTart
    to GroW as empty sHeLLs wITh
    little soUl.. thaT fEeLs and SeNses
    God iSREAL.. the empty shells grow
    and grow.. into 5 plus million more..
    and when 6 comes or close to
    6 i eXplodeS on 7222013.. and
    spiRiT oF heARt
    comes BaCK
    in faint
    spark of i..
    in blog on March
    10th of 2013.. aS liGht
    of SpARk of F Y i.. in perspective
    oF y i.. to GroW soMe moRE liGht
    of i.. soon to flood like Nile waters more..
    now coming to the 42nd month point on
    September 11th of 2016.. close to
    12 million words of dArk and liGht
    wHole.. by 6 year point on
    ThanksGiving year
    day 2016.. too..
    with reaching out
    to 4 million words of
    longest long form poem ever
    in witness of God and Nature
    sAMe in Ocean wHole poem
    named SonG oF mY SoUL
    and KATiE MiA FredericK!iI..
    wHere yes.. ‘Take the Wrong
    Planet Home’ now makes the
    694th Macro-Verse of Ocean
    wHOle Poem noW complete with
    this Micro-Verse.. with Micro-Micro
    Verses.. of words alone with different
    meanings and Micro-Micro-Micro Verses
    of Letters in smaLLest Particles of Words
    of Waves Of Verses of Ocean wHoLe poem
    change long and short
    oF all
    that is
    i of me
    foRnow aS liGht..:)


    And sure.. i’LL
    quote Led Zeppelin’s
    SonG Kashmir in full
    as 9 minutes and 6 seconds
    of celebration of juST thaT of
    SonG that cAMe on the gym radio
    at the first of the 8 month in 2013..
    goes into making that photo of me..
    coming out of pain.. with the shark
    teeth of i in rift eye.. thAt noW floWS oNce aGAin
    iN streAMs of Yellow desert eYes of
    SuN of and as Beach SpRinG once
    Again i.. wHere
    6 month June
    6 day
    lives aS oNe
    in eYes of Fearless
    Love thAT iSREAL noW i..:)


    “Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
    I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
    To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
    They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

    Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
    But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
    Oh, oh.

    Oh, I been flying… mama, there ain’t no denyin’
    I’ve been flying, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’

    All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
    And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
    Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve been.

    Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
    Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
    My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
    Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir.

    Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
    With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

    When I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
    When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down…
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, so down
    Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

    Let me take you there. Let me take you there”

    -Led Zeppelin-


    God oF Y i..:)

  18. Ha!

    SiGns arE everYwHeRE..;)

  19. https://thefeatheredsleep.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/purpose/

    thefeatheredsleep says..

    “So true. I think we reduce many things including the uniqueness
    of each person on this planet. Love isn’t the same as sex,
    sex isn’t the same as love. Let’s reinvent what it means to be real.”

    i quote Candice and say..

    “Let’s reinvent
    What it means to
    Be real”..
    Love iSREAL
    When real
    Fearless True
    As LiGht

  20. https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/lessons-learned/

    WeLL.. iT appears.. Zee that i AM
    the first one in 2016.. to hear
    your words heRE and
    now.. firST..
    and i muSt say
    that words are most
    certainly powerful with
    Force to heal.. power to deceive..
    power to inspire misery and suffering
    and power to love without hold of fear..
    but discernment is the fire inside that
    hOlds the truth ReNeWeD aWay from
    words as essence iS all that’s
    trUe in liGht oF
    A soUl
    hEars those
    words aS liGht of True..
    SomE soUls heAr more of
    discerning liGht as TrUe.. sOme
    heAr less.. but the key for me alWays
    is any words that lead to fear and hate..
    and harm.. and misery and suffering no matter
    who or what they come from are words of hell
    as there is no other way
    to hurt
    but hell..
    in fear and hate
    away from fearless love
    that is only healing intent and
    purpose to rise liGht instead of
    fAll of dARk mY friEnd.. but sure tHat
    is onLY mY discernment and no rule
    for anyone else.. as the first step to
    hell is
    the word
    that says
    it is the
    as essence is free
    and alWays groWing
    in liGht.. any word as last
    is dArkest words oF aLL
    as history
    this lesSon
    of humility
    to hUman
    bacK aGaiN..
    the bigger words are
    often the ones that lead
    to hell so dArk on this eArth..
    that essence drOwns in words beFore..
    the only
    place wE
    in essence
    TrUe and liGht
    oUr souL sinGs
    aS HeARt.. oF SpiRit
    FeeLinG and eXpreSsinG
    REal.. iN A BaLAnCinG oF miNd
    and BoDy soUL iSREAL iSNOW
    WE noW..:)

  21. Facebook Friend Florence says
    and i quote her

    “There’s a movie out about a girl named Florence
    who doesn’t realise that everyone is just actually
    laughing at her supposed talent. I’m trying
    not to take it personally.”

    And i say
    in return..

    Don’t.. but
    Do talent..:)

    And i go on to say..

    And if anyone
    laughs smiles..
    as that makes
    you an excellent comedian..
    and they are often the most
    appreciated talents oF aLL..:)

  22. 0
    FooL.. ain’T
    noThing liKe iT
    ’cause iT’s ALL FReED..
    NoW iSREAL..:)

  23. And now i say in somewhat systemizing and
    feeling words as knowing and sensing words
    too of art and science that humans are social
    animals.. and all social animals who are healthy
    strive to be accepted by the group.. as being accepted
    out in the wild of innate.. instinct.. and intuition means survival
    to work toGetHer for basic subsistence to even live.. so this is
    how lies gain hold when language in written words and collective
    intelligence and art of culture growS in walls and ceilings of what is
    before.. and remains the same now as stagnate walls and ceilings that
    trap the souls of hUman Social Animals away from free.. would it have made
    any difference if i approached the good old boy from down south and his fundamentalist
    ways.. if i gave him all the facts of scientific evidence and even historical sacred text about
    the dude Jesus to show him how ignorant his sign of hate and fear of God of Nature
    Bio-Diversity in humans of transgender is all natural God and Nature work sAME
    that is down right and wrong silly to be feared and hated same..
    well.. of course not.. as his social group he leans on
    for perceived social animal survival
    propagates and supports
    these lies.. to
    a common
    bind of
    darK in
    fear and hate..
    and yes.. tHeRe
    are more progressive
    groups of hUman soUls
    who see different.. who see more
    of God as Holy and Sacred Nature sAMe..
    but here’s the thing.. the little children he brOught
    on his dArk travels to the restaurant with him
    yesterday may tomorrow see farther in real
    Greek Apocalypse original definition
    of that term as lifting the
    veil of ignorance..
    to bRing human
    Kind greater
    a tribe
    of GlobaL
    one.. allone..
    as here’s the thing..
    those children may not
    find any support in walls
    and ceilings of churches that
    hOld the human free HeARt..
    SpiRiT and SoUl in mInd noW
    and BoDy BaLanCinG wayS
    to SensE and FeeL iN
    MoVinG.. ConNecTing
    CreAtinG ways thAt
    aLL of Nature
    God and
    is Holy
    and Sacred
    whole with noW
    Zero separation
    of God’s hOMe
    wHOle.. that iS
    all that is now..
    as Ocean WhoLe way of Life..
    but yes.. tHere IS A smARt phone
    that some geeks and nerds and
    artists too.. invented to
    expand the
    and yes..
    in global
    terms there is
    support.. tolerance
    and acceptance for the
    different among us as God’s
    wHole hoMe sEt Free AS NoW..
    and tHere is Hope of the World iN
    noW.. In social support to Grow a gLobal
    soUl of hUmans in SpiRit of HeARt that
    is no longer trapped in the
    of fear
    and hate
    bEfore.. noW
    and sure thAT
    is not juST not
    just inclusorRy
    of Church
    alone.. as
    AnwHeRe theRE
    iS Separation of goD
    whOle of NaturE tHeRe is
    Anti-God words/sentiment away from GOD..
    it’s Kinda aS Simple as thaT.. reAlly God whole
    noW as
    paths.. that lead now
    to hell on Earth.. Now the
    other way IS A Heaven hOme
    noW.. anD thE cAll is loud and
    BeinG heARd as WE SPEAK
    and liGht
    aWay from lies
    and ceilings that
    priSon hUman soUls
    aWay from FReEDoM noW RinGs..:)

  24. Hi.. Candice.. thanks for tagging me
    in your inspirational Facebook status
    on the fear some humans have of differences
    among other humans and how others let live and live..
    and others are so abhorrent
    to change
    kill the different
    among us.. and of course
    the dwindling empathy that is
    evident even in science studies that
    show a reduction of 30% or so of empirical
    measures of human empathy in the last few
    decades among college age students.. use it or
    lose it applies as far as nurture goes.. but be born
    this way or that way is how nature goes.. and some
    folks are born more fearful of change less and more
    and others are more hopeful for change more and less
    than the other folks and the circle goes on.. in gridlock
    of culture where some folks agree and others may
    never agree as they see the world more in fear
    of change than hope in different in lots of
    stuff life.. and this is not only visible
    in secular culture.. it is also visible
    in religion even in
    sacred texts
    that have
    of statements
    that totally contradict
    each other with a health
    care system of soul that kinda
    works some of the now.. and kinda
    sucks other of the now.. depending on
    the environment one iS in and how tHeir
    nature rolls as evolving too.. in a culture that
    is constantly changing.. the great thing about the
    Internet is tHeRe IS A poTenTial safety net of social
    support available for almost anyone of difference if long
    they search.. and of course can communicate well enough
    to be understood in whatever art of form that comes in.. of course..
    the bad thing about the Internet is it separates us from the Natural
    human propensity that says 60 to 90 percent of reciprocal social
    communication iS in non-verbal language from head to toe..
    in other words without even a face to go along with
    the text online.. there is much missing that
    could go a long long way to
    bind folks together
    with positive
    nurture of
    the golden rule
    as human touch..
    so.. if a person now
    like me inhabits an area
    like i live.. which is somewhere
    around 80% red state conservative
    pull.. as there are three military bases
    and once what is the area with the most
    churches per square mile where churches
    in general are made for structure and same
    for comfort of minds that fear different in the
    world.. i was a like a mushroom in sand
    of desert that had no room to grow..
    it took a lot of Internet space
    to light my WinGS.. and
    oh God.. lots of
    Strength training
    to look like i’m what
    the good old boys say
    IS A handful ya don’t wanna
    mess with or you get your A kicked
    in a heartbeat of those legs.. that
    are kinda solid.. let’s just say.. as
    half a ton leg pressed 33 reps
    will bring.. on the other hand
    i would have been more
    railroaded outta
    here before
    my current
    milestone of 6 foot
    or so 235LB linebacker
    delicately balleting dance..
    6000 miles in 3 years soon..
    everywhere i go.. in deliverance
    town.. hehe.. coming out on the other
    side unscathed in my ballerina skin.. haha..
    Anyway.. when i was a youth in middle school..
    the way smiles were extinguished among males
    was threat of physical abuse.. and now on the
    Internet group think can suck in hoards of
    fear and hate.. to spread tHeir
    message of fear..
    and heRe..
    i keep
    in mind/body
    the same human
    Nature of my good old
    New Jerusalem town here in
    the new Israel melting pot of the
    U.S. of A.. and i use the psychology
    of Nurture and provide the evil
    or crazy Karmic eye that
    say in innate.. and
    instinctual and
    that yes..
    i AM a handful
    and nah.. you don’t
    wanna try to take my
    freedom of expression
    away in any shape.. fashion
    or form of that.. it takes a strong
    person to be free in this world my
    friend and stay that way.. as the Yin
    and Yang of human Nature is not going
    away as long as we are human.. tHeRe
    are benefits to the conservative mind and
    liberal mind too.. hehe but yeah.. i am a
    Shiva dancer2.. from Kali2 real in fierce and
    free too.. haha.. smiles my friend.. the answer
    is to accept it all and live like a river knoWing and feeLinG/seNsing
    now that the stone that hits the water.. eventually becomes sTill water
    too.. as the mushroom that thrives with water.. and wilts with desert water
    of less
    that struggle
    to survive.. in what
    comes what may..
    anyway.. the
    video above..
    helped me to make
    the decision to leave a Wrong
    Planet and never go back.. as it was
    an ocean of nurture that was different than
    me.. so i understand the nurture now better
    and live and let live.. and seriouSLy.. i laugh more
    and more at the differences of human being that
    make what is is.. as the great play workS on.. where the water swims me..
    as a thriving mushroom who once did not really exist at all in the desert of New
    in old
    back when..
    Winks.. i AM a
    gOlden mushroom
    and even have a photo
    oF iT coming to my latest
    Macro-Verse ‘Take the Wrong
    Planet Home”.. too both in flesh/
    form my fRiend.. all Natural i WiLL
    liVe fore Free in a world that i FReED
    NOW in never land never ending story oF Y i..;)

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