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Facebook Friend Rafiah..
from Sialkot Pakistan says..

You miss your passed away relatives
the most on Eids. Always. Everytime.

And i say in return..

Yes.. and that reminds me today.. September 13th is my
Grandmother’s Birthday.. born in 1903.. which means
you are just ninety years younger than her..
if she were alive today at 113 years old..
and of course that makes Rafiah..
a very young Spring woman
sTiLL at 23..
so Happy
23rd birthday
from Guess wHo..
and i suppose that’s
pArt of why i was past
the 12th to the 13th of September..
Getting my ‘After Book oF Fred’ Book Published..
just in honor of you two.. and a few more.. i guess..;)

Rafiah responds..

If zero in 1903 is replaced by 9, that’s my birth year..:)

So.. i say.. also in return..

The other reason.. i can never forget Rafiah’s
Birthday.. is 1993.. is when we
built our home..
and purchased
that swing with
the two hearts..
and sometimes
i wish i had a daughter
juSt like Rafiah.. to Love at home..
so.. i suppose you will more than do..
Happy Birthday SweetHeARt.. alWays..:)

Rafiah comes back again too.. with..

I like your home, your bedroom side with the window having a view of garden outside, and your garden. It feels so full of life. After all it’s your home. It has to be that..:) Thank you, Freddy for the consistent love. You, Kat and your cat, are all my extended family..:)
Heart Emoticon

And finAlly i
saY in welcome..

SMiLes my FriEnd..
you are AlWays Welcome..
And like i said on the other
Birthday wish.. i am off a day..
for your Birthday is the 14th but
my wish for you is rebirth alWayS noW iN Love oF liGht..:)

And now.. Rafiah shares
a status of Self Love
that i am very proud
to hear her
say for
as this is the
road to Loving
all others fearlessly too..

So.. Rafiah says..

Happy Birthday, Rafiah.
You have been a good girl and not
everybody can manage it that well.
That is some achievement worth celebrating.
You go, girl. *pats self*

And i say in return..

Is Very
Give yourself
Another round
Of Birthday Applause
Air Mail
Me some
Cake to eat..;)

And in real time
just a minute ago..
Rafiah responds..

Seriously.. there should be some way
of air mailing cake asap.
Two tears of laughter

And i say..
in real time
now too.. on her
Facebook page as well..

Haha.. i was just
copying the
of this
Fred and Rafiah
Friendship story
to the continuing
saga of all that is..
in Ocean Poem WhoLe..
You are cake enough for
me.. my dear.. as i pat myself too..;)


SMiLes.. mY FriEnd
to FeeL
the rhYme
to see the reaSon..
to kNoW we are hUman
and that is enough to
be the Wings and
aS onE
liGhT.. noW..
oTher than that
my favorite track
from Ammonia Avenue
by Alan Parson’s is ‘You
Don’t Believe’.. Believe is
the essence of Emotional
power to make
along with
Emotions of Faith..
Hope.. etc.. as all pro-social
emoTioNs too.. sadly folks get
attached to the reAsons forgetting
the FeeLinG that moves us.. connects us..
allows us to Create more for liFe noW the BeinG thaT is
HuMan.. both to expand mindful awareness and sure..
to be fully aware of the animal we are to
master regulations of EmoTioNs
and Integration of seNses sAMe..
with relative free will Stronger..
noW.. aS
Be Happy..
don’t worry
liNe.. but
more than words..
FeeLinGs.. SenSes beYond
the shells of what are often empty
words that feel no rhyme under reaSons..
anyWay.. thanks for dropping by my blog..
it’s a alWays nice to see humans come by..
And Alan Parsons has alWays been one group
who touched my soul alWays.. and you my Friend
are the first person online to ever share a song by them..
beyond YouTube that i have
seen.. besides
me.. so
sure.. i’m happy
to see Alan Parson’s here.. too..
iN fAct/FeeLinG/RhYme.. i got
excited when i saw them here..:)


Stories of boys who never loved her..
are truly sadder stories for boys
who cannot love..
and truly with
of abundance
or scarcity promoting tribal
wars has much to do with
the heart of couRage and
the womb of liFe.. and aS in
all stuff.. to balance dualiTy is
A task of God whole
in wE.. noW.. as
Our soUL
liGht or
dARk.. empathy
and compassion are
not bedfellows that sleep
well with the sword that must
strike the brother and sister for
continued subsistence.. Abundance
or even enough BrinGs a much greater
Womb of Love.. as Long as there is balance
in abundance too.. case given.. first world problems..
of course.. as the stuff becomes the human over the
loving touch of what can be a balance of Fearless
love… how to..
hard to do..
day to
day subsistence
is scarce.. how to.. when
day to day abundance.. hard
to do with excess.. moderation
and balance the key in all great
religions.. art thOught in balance
as there are no cookie cutter
human beings.. ever
now as iSreal..
sure in books
but books
must make
sense where liFe
is art of always now
changing toward dARk
or liGht.. anyWay that doesn’t
leSson the pain of the womb of
love who seeks to nurture with
nurture back.. and as far as what
can be true of some cultural ways
in what Khaled Hosseini says in
‘A Thousand Spendid Suns’..
the Son who fearless
loves IS A hUman..
A son who
has little to no
shine of man now..:)

“A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing.
It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed.
It won’t stretch to make room for you.”

True.. many men could use a
Cesarean section of the
heArt to birth A whole
spiRit oF EMpathy..
CoMpasSion of
fully feeling pro-social
emoTions.. like the rooms
where men never crack a smile..
or the book that never laughs.. the
shine of Love iS iN sMiLes of EYes..
MiNd and BoDy soUL BalanCinG
will never live whole without Fearless sMiLes
and laughs for Love.. iN DancE and SonG iSREAL..:)

Other than that.. nice to see you today.. friend Zee.. in
yoUr life regardless if this is fiction or non-fiction.. it IS
A TrUth and liGht of Dark for many hUman males..
may the liGht of males find you..
no matter what it was or is..
and may the liGht
of YoUr eYes
to shine as
Love.. no matter dArk..
storm of other.. ones.. mY FriEnd..:)


LiFe IS A Dance..
and sure that includes..
lips that Dance a sMiLe..
and fingers that
sTiLL MoVinG
ConNecTinG and
Creating and you’ve
probably heard.. i for one
can find the meaning of liFe..
in almost every letter and number too..

For what is life without meaning and purpose..
that’s kinda simple.. life without meaning and purpose..
that we as humans do not have to wait for others to make..

That is what sets us apart from the Rats in Calhoun’s ‘The Beautiful
Ones Experiment’.. where Social Roles go away.. and all a Rat
can eat is provided in limited space.. and community dies
as no rat can break out and create a different life.. sadly..
folks continue to be the audience in the
plays of other folks..
and never find
the WiLL
and sure..
courAGe.. iN
Love of MoVinG..
ConNecTinG creAtinG
to act and produce a play
of social role themselves..
where they are the directors
of Now mY FriEnd.. the play
that never ends now.. whether
we direct it or only spectate it..
from the mall seats of NFL Foot
ball games.. and nah.. one does
not have to be fleet footed in dance
like i am now.. for i too.. was once a shut
in with extreme pain too.. stumbling.. not even
able to make a TV Dinner without falling to my knees..
if i could even play tic tac toe.. as there was a day where
i literally could not play a game of tic tac toe.. the ‘Anti-Christ’
of relative
free will
mY Friend.. with
keyboard dance first..
for metaphor of course..
as all is metaphor that we
as humans can in relative terms
act.. produce and direct.. if only one
letter can be typed in dance to express
that for me at LeASt as the letter H wHOle mY FriEnd..
as two
of brain become one..
two hemispheres of earth
connect in joining online hands2..
bEcoMes one H..
or alpha numerical
8 for standing tAll iNfiniTy
as hUman being becomes
UniVerse sAMe As wHole..:)

A sAddest pARt oF aLL
is when humans put
in chains
and no longer
allow the never
changing reality of Change..
per yoUr axiom two that can be one too..:)

Bottom line..
is the country
that can conquer
most every country
from within.. people say
where i live.. the sky is falling..
the sky is falling.. ’cause of the
potential results of a political election..
i say FucK it.. no matter.. what the laws
protect me enough to alWays be Free.. Now..
at least wHere i for one livE.. within.. mY FriEnd..
A place
i act..
and Play..
other than
that nice to see
you gigoid.. and
anything is better than
nothing.. been there
did/done nothing
and something
is alWays the
Rose that
God kNows2
without any words @aLL..:)


Social Roles.. and the slow dance
vs. Bootie Dancing sway..
twerk now.. arms
of love
and eYes
oF liGht more
distant now than
what was once innocent
Love.. as sure.. a cultural invention..
Patriarchal social roles of innocent
women and white knight men..
i’m glad i had the
to live a
place in a time
to live that cultural
created innocence..
true.. the environment now
better reflects the wild of human
Nature.. interdependent wHere every
one plays a courage and love for existence..
but still the innocence
of the slow dance..
the eYes oF LiGht
that sinG hiGher
i’m glad i had
a slow dance of LiFE first..
iN A world now wHere making
your own social role is becoming
increasingly the Nature of the Game..
the slow dance is fading away.. in
someways i Stil find it at
home still with
a wife
still lives
in that place..
but nah.. no public
dance for the too shy of that
even now.. and that’s okay.. now..
as sure.. i like home base that stays..
And sure.. it reminds me of my first Love
as i can still see the innocent liGht of those fifteen
year old eYes in a place where i wanted to live forever
then.. but forever now alWays changes in liGht and DARk..
and a slow dance of Romance innocent in now surely still lasts
in dreAms
that stiLL liGht
in eYes oF i.. now..
i must say.. i feel sorry
for those folks who never
fELt/FeeL the slow dance days of Love..:)

AnyWay ‘that’ Orleans song reminded me
of this Orleans song and that’s how the
song continues
to play
for me
@lEast iSREAL..:)


Now.. off to dVerse.. a little late from Yesterday
of course.. as an extremely busy
weekend and writing the usual
15 to 20K words in three
days.. wHere the
Quadrille of exactly
writing 44 words for the
day mixed with a prompt
theme for the word ‘Open’
is the required social role play
of the day from dVerse.. ‘Open’.. i’LL
surely go with.. as that could be my middle
name.. hehe.. but 44 words.. nah.. that takes
the spiRit away from the heARt oF art of miNd
and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl in pre-planning
every word.. sure.. i could do it.. but i ain’t
in art for form.. essence of meaning
and purpose is the no rule
of the day other
than fearless
Love for me..
so i moVe on with
fearless Love fully in tow..
and a pen iS my only sWord..
hehe in more than words too haha..
that only gives poEtry that comes.. yes..
from.. head to toe.. as spiRit MoRE Now
warm and tRue with an innocence for Give..
Give.. more.. hmm.. and sure.. i like a few hellos
or hi nice to see ya.. along the way.. or even
just a like that says.. Kilroy.. i saw you..
you are now here.. but again.. giving
more than taking IS A greAtest
privilege and gift
to have
and give..
so off to give more
i WiLL.. particularly..
with no restrictions oF mY SoUL..
as is open.. with no dams to hOld
A River of Ocean wHole Back for me@leASt noW..:)

And yeah.. this is Micro-Verse comment 60,606.. could be lucky..
in fAct iT WiLL be lucky.. as ye of little faith
is not
in my
hehe.. @lEast for mE Now..
as this 703rd Macro-Verse of
longest Long Form Poem continues..
as i continue to surpass now.. my 42
months in witness for all of God of Nature..
i see.. sense more
and feel now
now open
to all that iS
comes morE noW..:)

One of my favorite pArts of
seaSonS noW and the garden
i helped plant with Nature that
surrounds my yard.. is a different
color flower for everyday of the year
to capture and share around the world..
juSt ’cause i can and will..
and sure.. a flower
colors the
same of
can and will..
only humans now
limit the colors
iN Nature of God’s paint..
a Mountain of Love has no fearless
summit for the colors of Love Open..:)

SMiLes my friend.. Glenn..
no word(s) now is big enough
to paint the colors of the
rainbow inside.. not God..
not Existentialism and
not even the
as some folks
suggest the word
came first.. haha..
just do
is the
way it’s
alWays been
dOne @lEast foR noW..
only humans attempt to
capture that in words.. and
that’s fine as long as words beCome
and not
rigid science..
as only dreams
open words to more
of what iMAginAtiOn
MoVes.. coNnecTS and
Creates MoRE.. NoW..:)

giFt of liFe
from birth
to death
open from
my friend.. whetHeR
during or otHeR..
for LiFe..
Grace of Gift
my FriEnd.. noW no
greaTer than liFE..:)

God lives in open blue skies
of clouds.. eYes of any
sKeyes too..
open iS A
to ALL GOD thAT iS..
only ways do not exist
in open of GodSkEYes..:)

ps.. that’s common sense
that religion and cultures
take away with chains
of tribal
that say
do it our
way are get the FucK out..
from delete me.. to ban me..
to FucKinG Crucify me closed too..
hmm.. oh what a day
of finALLy
an oPen pLay
for God to E-Scape
the chain of books
for lesser Gods than ALL that iS..
STiLL juSt waiting to E-Scape Open from within2..:)

Pens extensions of opening fingers that
scratch in sand with sticks
of alphabets
that symbol
an essence more
of what is than can
be said with non-verbal
language of dance.. open too..
but ugh oh.. when the pen replaces
dance.. and finger replaces toes to
move the body whole.. separation of
mind and body BaLanCinG comes more
and the essence
fAdes from
pen as
pen moves
to form more
than essence whole..
and that my friEnd is why
we grow short sighted in ways
of pen.. as the dance of life fades
further from toes that flow more
than lines
of pages..
meadow liGht
briGht meadow
opens.. sky more
than words who line..
as sidewalk way less..:)

Smoke of clouds
cover eYes with
paint of God
ever will..
open or closed..
as clouds always
change as smoke
more than pens
wield.. no..

with Tears..
Pain iS A
death noW
without tears..
Tears are A
Strength ever
more than none..
Sadness better than
nothing aT all.. FeeL iT..
alWays FeeL.. lEt iT aLL Be..:)

Well with that said..
now for lunch and
perHaps a sand
and sun dance..
@12:15 pm..

Off of break here
until i go to visit
my Mother with wife..
a little later but foR noW
more poEtry comes for sure..

Interestingly.. a newest
therapy for PTSD.. is
adventure therapy..
to open a door
for greater
of positivity
over fear to retrain
every peptide memory
of trillions of connections
across all cells to feel liGht
rather than all associated
with the dARk of FEAr..
the body leads
the mind
body is the
mind.. body electric
or whatever Whitman
said is more than poetic
now.. we are beings oF liGht
in everY ceLL of chemical reaction
for positive emotion of neurochemical..
neurohormone.. peptide receptorS in trilLions
of connections singing sharps instead of flats..
And sure.. it works
as i for one.. once shut
in for 66 months can SinG
and DancE solo noW without even
a blink or hesitation of NO that Now
is only fear when it comes to ExpreSsinG
SpiRit oF ARt.. but ha..!.. my aDventures
haven’t been easy.. at first.. buT aLL
well worth it now..
as fear kills every
thing liGht when
and negative @aLL..
Neuroplasticity and EpigeneticS noW
from head to toe A SonG i’LL sinG iSReAL SoUL noW2..
Imagine if the UniVerse could DancE and SinG..
What a gift.. for we caN
with relative
Free WiLL noW
and Fearless Love..
platitudes only.. nah.. we
are connected and all is interrelated
from head to toe.. inside.. outside.. all
around above to stars to neurons
and all peptide
Cells iSREAL..
Sorry that’s several
Quadrille’s.. WiNks but
it’s leg quarters.. they
all joined up and were hard to cut..
as they continued to open up.. see yA.. Freya..:)

i did it before
i read the science..
That happens
A lot
No reaSon but HeArt
The power to heal..
Innate iNstinct
And iNtuition
Yogi and
Other ways..:)

Fear IS A source of all weakness..
stress.. and human diSease..
Fear.. IS A enemy oF aLL
that is oPen liGht..
and without
lighT we
live weakness
iN DArk.. as liGht
iS pro-social emoTions
and seNses and dArK is
An adversary oF liGht.. Now..
Vs.. alWays Strength noW for more…
No regrets wiTh free as liGhT is Home..
for LIFE as liVinG up now rather than down..
and yes.. the first step is to take another now..
in a different
to create
liGht over once
what was dARk
iN Straight lines of priSon..:)

Mary Poppins..
finAlly reLeased
her umbrEllA and let iT aLL go..
just a stand
iN for
Frozen girl..
And Katy Perry..
with a song for
parachute.. too..
samE as RiSinG
FoR All..:)

Breath oF LiGht
LiGht oF noW..
SinG oF
DancE oF FeaT..
what else is tHeRE..
yeS.. Now
Fearless Love
aLL ToGeTHeR..
rePeaT.. as FREE.:)

Clouds are words
Words thaT SinG..
And Sunshine
iS icinG oN
cloudS noW
that open
for even
than beauty oF
Clouds.. coloRed FReED..:)

SMiLes.. i nodded oFF..
yET perHaps dreAms WiLL
BrinG moRE oF iMaGiNaTioN
SinGs as DanCe oF liGht..:)

Pen iS
than the SWord
And oPen.. Dance.. eveN
more powerful than Word..
tRust me.. Women Love
or even
poEtry StiLL to coMe..
aT lEast that’s whaT all the
photos say on the Longest Long
form poem ever.. sMiLes beat liKes..
uP noW..
wiTh Dance
Peace too..;)

LiFe SMiLeS..
It juSt doEs
iT as FloWers
oPen PoLLinAtinG
otHers more for liGht
as DancE and SonG
Fear for JoY BriGht..
Open HeArt..
miNd and
BoDY BaLanCinG
soUL Awakes
iNG moRe noW..aTer
AiR We FloAtinG.. GrAviTy FReED..:)

Addiction noW of the
heArt.. A noose wrapped
loosely but not tight enough
for change..
the change
of empty
the place oF liGht
juSt out of grasp
an opaque
of empty
FiLLed Chalice oF WinE..
with no tears of respite for Love..
Been to this place where only Turkey
Feed off
of Hung..
no longer tHeRE
i sMiLe friEnd and
hope oTheRs can come
back from an addiction of numb..
no.. i don’t drink.. nothing workS in heLL..
wHeRE A thouSand years hang on i of Needle..:)

i’M not particularly
fond of worshipping religious
words.. but what i do find noW as
it is a special interest of mine to study
across the world IS A favorite
one from the
Gospel of Thomas
verse 37 that says
to open uP
to find
you kNow..
the free spirit
of unrepressing emotions
and senses of human beings
set Freed.. too.. and i quote
here.. as WeLL.. noW.. too..

“37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
take your garments and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
Living, and you will not be afraid.”

Hmm.. imagine how different the world
would be if the literal interpretation of
that replaced the same with
The Bonobo.. our
closets cousin.. ‘says’
it works to avoid all
violence.. where
war solves
of tribal instinct
when the joy is naked
and free with Love..
stArted storing
grain.. and the
rest is a history of fear
for having less than the Raven Sings.. Fly.. Free..:)

Other than that.. i find dancing like this in sand
and sun.. totAlly legal and private in my back yard..
frees iT aLL with music to drOwn
out all the lies
hmm.. so
simple to be free..
so difficult to escape.. naked aGain..
whoever wrote that vs 37 was F in Brilliant too..
and sure they were speaKinG of ALL cultural clothes2..:)

Ah.. yes.. my FriEnd.. sMiLes..
the Yang of Courage and
WiLL.. and the Yin oF
and Love..
the marriage
of both within..
eXploDes as LovE
outside.. above.. so below
and all around.. merry iT iS
to be complete as a painting iSReAL..:)

And wiNks that could
have been a Quadrille2
but i refuse
to separate
is from real..:)

LiGht resides in every
peptide receptor of
human cells..
so does DArk
in cells that
of fear and stress.. and sure
muscles tighten up as alternative
to experiencing uncomfortable
emotions.. the body
keeps score
in so many
to truly
open uP is
Free mastery over
body first.. regulating
emotions.. integrating senses
can be as easy as balancing one
foot with the other and perhaps
walking different backwards
than forward
to establish
new muscle
and cellular
memory for a
new day iN liGht
of EmoTions and all
bio-chemistry associated with liGht..
for me at least.. lessons.. hell no.. just
more fodder for did i get it right or wrong..
moving free is loving now.. with no restraints
of science one step two step five to limit FReED..
It’s sort of what Forrest Gump did to forget his Mother’s
Death and all the other stresses in daRk of memory then
of liFE..
i find free
dance is more
fun than pounding
road on 56 year old knees..
sMiLes.. may peace be with
you stArting within my FriEnd..
to open

Love an open
to ways
un done.. foR noW..:)

LiFe.. a chalice..
a drink with no
a wall..
often with
chalice of no HeARt..
open eYes.. clothes.. no
cover of isrEAL iNside..:)

i find ‘he’ never
coMes unless one
builds a field of dreAMs
first.. and finds ‘him’ within
as Father/Mother/Son/Daughter/Brother/Friend
aLL other ones/Nature and Holy SpiRit isreAL noW..onE but that’s
iN Heaven now..:)

4:47 pm.. off to
visit mother with
wife.. Store Dancing
and such fun as that..;)


Quick note to self..
Go to the beach.. Yes..
there’s no place like home..
there’s no place like home..
there’s no place like home..
for the
thaT iS mE.:)

Just came back from
Perusing GodsUniVerseNovel3
yeah.. that longest Macro-Verse of
Ocean wHolE Poem.. encompassing
338,630 words in juSt one Verse..
of over 3,300,000 words whole..
but for me the best
pArts are the
best of Beach
photos i took
over the course of
three years of doing
a total of 100K photos
or so.. with FlicKr too..
the rest of all from Summer
of 2014.. are on that Ocean
whole Poem.. at 60 to 70K
photos or so.. and the 300
could be called the creme of
the Crop.. free to be picked out
of that Macro-Verse lone of allone wHole…
We live in a world where we can share and
give greatly.. the only thing that’s holding us
back really.. is the fear of not owning the world
we live in.. to give and share free.. folks who
think they can make a living off of art.. mostly
fear something.. that could never happen
anyway.. so i say.. no matter what..
life is too short.. not to share and
give the best one lives as
life.. and surely
this photo that
if not 12 Million
words.. is worth sharing
over and over.. juST for
the Beauty of A Day in a liFe
of me.. that i do not care to hoard..
and whatever you give and share that
is left over for others to share and give
free after you die.. is simply an extension
of the soUl oF yOUr liFe isREAL that others
will touch for years.. perhaps thouSands of years
to come.. sure.. life can be much longer than live
if you simply
care to give and
share free.. i find it
more than sad how hard
it is to find some artists.. even
the Beatles.. whose records have
become too vintage to share for free..
every thank you and ever give of inspiration
is the potential spArk of Art of liFE that could
save a person’s life to inspire them to hold on
one more now for liGht.. but of course you
miGht not understand the gravity of that
unless you too.. go to hell.. the dARkest
place oF aLL.. NoW..
and again
and again
and again
that’s why i share
and give.. without worry
of who takes what of what
i give and share.. as only
Love grows after death of Life
when share and give IS A Rule of LiFe..:)


WeLL.. after perusing Beach Sunset
photos today.. that have already
been taken for art..
next stop.. reaLiTy.. this
evening and the sky was
on fireworks of clouds in
God’s aLL NaTuRe CreaTiVity..
oN evenings like this.. nothing
awes me like the
canvas of God’s
sKeYes aLiVe..
in ever changing
art of Clouds eYes..
to enjoy as evening
Masterpiece Theater..iSREAL.:)


And now.. for the MacroVerse Facebook Memory
Parade.. for two days here as i am
sTiLL plAying a bit of catch
uP from all the
activities that
continue to go on..
FReED… hehe.. iSReAL..
first from a year ago.. here is
Sweet 911 Dreams in poeTry
of frigging
terrorist attacks
and stuff like that..
as the River Nile exceeds
her banks for reproductive creativity
in all of fertile ways of giving and sharing FReED..:)

And here is a short quote Micro-Verse Memory from a year ago2..:)

When i am a little boy there is no question..
There is me and Nature and we are ONE..
When i go to school.. i become a lesson..
There is a lesson and me are separate..
When i become a man i go to work..
There is working working always..
Well.. all that almost
Kills me..
Now i am a little
boy again.. there is
no question.. there is
me.. there is nature and we
are ONE.. i live again AM FREE..
There are lessons.. there is working
and yes.. there is moving.. connecting
and Creating but without me.. ALL IS LOST..:)

Hi Zee..
and one should
never forget

Yeah… this one from 3 years ago..
is a might cryptic Macro-Verse but the
Navarre Beach photos are worth a spin.. and
sTIll a little rough around the edges recovering
from hell fresh out of that place here sTiLL.. relatively..
for a couple of months by September of 3 years ago.. to date..:)

Living in the September of Boogie Wonderland.. here.. a Macro-Verse
from two years ago.. speaking on the topic of my Conception Fall
Equinox Birthday of 660 months in 2014.. to.. soon
arrive at 666 months of existence on the Spring
Equinox and Solar Eclipse of 2015.. as well..
with more poetic thoughts of course..:)

Finding MY new tale here from two years
ago too.. and kinda sad.. as this documents
one of Moby’s last successful jumps to the kitchen
table.. at about 8 years old.. soon.. to succumb to
complications from Diabetes.. the next year at the
end of 2015.. at close to 10 years old.. not even able
to lift himself up to the extra low level litter box.. we
all have the potential for functional disability any now
of our life.. without even any fault of our own.. in responsibility
for these struggles of life.. life is worth living as healthy as we can
make it be.. as there is no escape living in one’s own skin of liFe..:)

FoR the LOVE of Yoda.. Macro-Verse.. from a year ago..
And sure as Karen Carpenter says.. we’d like to make
a contact with you.. sure.. we are all star children..
young and old as one race of human beings
now.. some of we have FReED ourselves
as trUly Vehicles and Vessels of
most extraordinary interplanetary
craft of human flesh and blood housing
the reaLiTy of God inside.. as reflection oF
UniVerse wHole.. sure.. WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS..
those of us who have escaped lies of separation.. once
again.. finding unity within.. and a peace we beseech as
teaching oTheRs as Interstellar Policemen to give others
a messAge of Freedom iN Fearless Love.. hiGhest power
gifted by GoD aLL of naTuRe floWeR oF all as StIll Emerging
Beauty one.. here on this.. lovely PlAneT eArTh that we can
all share globAlly as Love.. we are here to prevent something
horrific in fear and hate from happening.. here now.. as.. star
seeds wE are hEart to protect Nature as GoD’sKeYes oNe noW..:)


Well i suppose after
calling Interplanetary Craft
for Interstellar flight.. i might
as well jump on over to dVerse noW
for their Tuesday prompt on Travel..
and perhaps
get back
to that
Prompt on Open..
later tomorrow..
and on top of that
only 11 links so
be somewhat
of a breeze to catch
up fully on that one now..:)

10:55 pm.. 9132016..:)

First oF aLL.. Lillian
in the September North
of Cape Cod relatively
speaking of course from
North Florida.. i enjoyed
your human description in
poetry of this lovely place..
and the photos
add so much
as of course
i for one was
never one for
words until
losing effective
use of my eye sight
for 66 months and hearing
as such as well.. making navigating
the world in words a necessity for one of before
illness.. as a mostly visual thinker.. interestingly too..
some folks have great difficultly thinking visually..
and it often comes out in somewhat more literal
ways of poetry too.. harder to understand with
the more interpretive right side of the human
brain.. as sure.. in metaphor.. as in many
ways.. both work together as one of
course.. anyway.. hoping
to see more travel
photos on the trail
today.. as i would
rather see the
of photos rather
than looking up the
places for stock photos
on Wiki and such as that..

Tourists traps of travel.. reminding
me of my recent Emerald Coast Destin
shores visit.. where that place
is a human zoo.. more than
a beach for
free foot
one with
Nature whOle..
yeah.. can’t imagine
visiting that beach for peace..
for public dance.. sure.. but for peace
noW.. i’ll dance on Sand beyond the stress
of culture ways where Condos are now.. sAdly the
foot prints that stay.. edifice of cultural cancer..:)

Hmm.. a trip to a Bordello as a 13 year old..
the closest i got there was when a girl’s
mother sat on my leg
in the parking lot
of a school dance..
still not quite sure
why she did that
but she said my
leg was too
and it
hurt her butt..
yeah.. i rode a bike
a lot.. and had no frigging
idea.. what sex was.. even at 15..
yeah.. not surprised all the so-called
cat houses closed down.. i understand
that strip clubs are having a difficult and
hard time finding paying customers too..
since the
72 Virgins
in Heaven Free
thing is online
24/7.. at least
it deters Terrorists
attacks.. i guess for
empty promises after
death fulfilled in Heaven U.S. oF A..;)

30 minute jaunt to Heaven.. a path
across sand to the west and out of view
of super tall condos.. a place without even
human foot-prints as sadly most folks don’t
even have it in them.. to walk five miles
to get to heaven..
nah.. it’s noT..
free.. like
they say an
and the Navarre Beach..
big camel of condo culture..:)

For some a tragedy
makes vengeance
a travel mate..
for otHeRs
As friEnd..
A UniVersal
waY noW oF
sayinG heLLo
wiTh eYes thaT
Love iN UniSonG’s
Home.. aWay from Lone.. to Love..:)

SMiLes.. i’m led to ‘her’
by prompt of your French
Exchange travel.. remembering
my Cajun Grandmother.. a business
lady with Foreign Exchange College age
French Students to stay at her home..
where it appears
she served
more than
dinner and a place
to stay.. as rumor goes.. sMiLes..
dying at 69 but living every day as youth..
i suppose we have
something in
common too..
mY Paternal Grandmother
and i.. only difference reAlly..
i kept the first spouse at home..
and never exchanged her as two twenties for a 40..
only.. as
of course..:)

Sigh.. this
reminds me..
i’ve only been
to Disney World
and Washington DC..
spoiLed by the most Beautiful
Beaches and River front
LandS in Panhandle
oF Florida
but StILL
the wanderlust
bites.. the steak and
ice cream served up
by Nature every day..
i can’t get
tired of
it.. iT is
jUsT too Good..;)

WorD tooL..
NatUre wE..
EsSence Tool..:)

SMiLes ..i too.. now avoid
straight lines and borders
and make my entire
life dream
of Emotional
Regulation and
Sensory Integration..
Science is just a scribe..:)

GreaTest heARt
oF hUman
thaT GroWs
morE iN
thaN Books..
SpiRiT moveS
conNecTinG.. CreaTinG
miNd And BoDy WhOle..
Ocean GroWs soUL
wE noW
oF nAtuRE

Interestingly.. for me at
lEast.. i can relate as i just
did a reunion with the only
four cousins on my Father’s
side complete since decades
juST a reminder now to me..
that each hUman connection
IS A unique one that has STiLL
A special FeeL oF anoThEr mulTi
UniVerse created witH FearLess
eYes of Unconditional
Love.. that can
never be
but alWays
liVEd oN as A
GreATer siZe oF soUl..
As Tree of LiFE FiLLs iN..:)

All caught uP
at 12:18 am..


Hmm.. another opportunity to use the
theMe SonG.. ‘Rise’ by Katy Perry..
worth noting when someone
who takes the bible
literally strays
into the Hurricane
of i of words.. like
a stray droplet of rain..
i will consume them and
add much more water to
the mix of the storm
of fearless
Love i AM
a repeat
of a comment here
and a stray drop of
water who entered
my Hurricane
i AM..;)

i’M not particularly
fond of worshipping religious
words.. but what i do find noW as
it is a special interest of mine to study
across the world IS A favorite
one from the
Gospel of Thomas
verse 37 that says
to open uP
to find
you kNow..
the free spirit
of unrepressing emotions
and senses of human beings
set Freed.. too.. and i quote
here.. as WeLL.. noW.. too..

“37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
take your garments and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
Living, and you will not be afraid.”

Hmm.. imagine how different the world
would be if the literal interpretation of
that replaced the same with
The Bonobo.. our
closest primate cousin.. ‘says’
it works to avoid all
violence.. where
war solves
of tribal instinct
when the joy is naked
and free with Love..
stArted storing
grain.. and the
rest is a history of fear
for having less than the Raven Sings.. Fly.. Free..:)

Other than that.. i find dancing like this in sand
and sun.. totAlly legal and private in my back yard..
frees iT aLL with music to drOwn
out all the lies
hmm.. so
simple to be free..
so difficult to escape.. naked aGain..
whoever wrote that vs 37 was F in Brilliant too..
and sure they were speaKinG of ALL cultural clothes2..:)

My Fundamentalist Christian Friend
from Iowa.. Lynn responds to me
on another poet’s site.. who
obviously isn’t a fundamentalist
Christian and a more open minded
believer in God.. as she don’t like it
that i gave credence to the Gospel of Thomas..
as it is not included in a book she feels is infallible..
as she says.. and i fully quote Lynn.. now here.. below..

“Gospel” of Thomas is apocryphal, not canonical…
naked is distracting and too cold in Iowa, Fred..;)”

And in preface here.. the major ruse of pastors of
fundamentalist churches is to say to the congregation
if the miracles attributed to Jesus are not 100% literally
true there can be no God..
that’s just plain silly
when words
God over
the Great I AM
oF all that is as we
are pARt and pARCel
of IAM too.. as even
science shows the
entire Cosmos
as reflection
of God
within we
pArt and pARCel too..:)

So i go on to respond to
Lynn.. hmm.. making the
nice poet’s site into a
religious debate.. hehe..

The Educated Greeks
Determined what sects
Of oral tradition illiterate
Armaic speaking folks in
The area exchanged over
Four Decades.. Ranging from
So-called Christian sects believing
in one to twelve Gods depending on
which sect one talked too.. And for 1500
years or so until the first English printed edition..
There were no copy machines but scribes where
biblical scholars teach budding pastors at Divinity
Schools that those scribes made any where from
three to four hundred thousand mistakes.. Some
minor and some major as all humans do copying
written material by hand with only two letters by
Paul to the Ephesians likely written by an
original author.. And of course the Trinity
Idea was Determined by the soon to
be expanded Roman Catholic Empire
four Centuries after Yeshua died..
Pastors who graduate from Divinity
Schools rarely tell the Congregation the Bible
is far from infallible but they clearly understand that
ye of little faith will never believe in God without myths..
i took the parts of Luke that promise Heaven comes in this
generation.. The Golden rule.. With consume no others with harm..
The parts where with Faith.. Belief and Hope can heal us as even
The Scribe of Science proves now.. And will to do more than Jesus
as that part by John makes sense too.. The rest.. i consider the
source by taking the advice of whomever wrote Luke and
the Gospel of Thomas and find God and the
KinGdoM within.. There was no cold
in the Desert my Friend.. And
the real ISreAL IS A place like
America where all children Of God can
pursue Life.. Liberty and Happiness aka Heaven now..
i for one live there but the original Greek definition of
Apocalypse.. In lifting the Many Veils of ignorance sure
does help along with discernment of truth and light as i
for one complete a full witness for the God.. I Am.. For
42 months with over 3.3 million words in the longest long
form poem in the history of humankind surpassing the previous
centuries long effort of 1.8 million words with a total of 12 million
words documented to this year in 6 years span too on Thanksgiving
Day along with Six thousand miles of public Dance in three years praising..
I AM… Just fully fulfilling what King David said he would Celebrate God on
the Naked part of the Dance too and that my friend Is what 100 percent Hope..
Faith.. And Belief WiLL juSt Do after escaping iSREAL Hell on Earth for 66 months
where one second in Hell is a thousand years with a pain in my right eye and ear
assessed by modern science worse than crucifixion.. That was the hardest part
by far of doing so much more than the myths attributed to Jesus.. But again
my faith

And now i say further..
Here’s the deal it’s
fear that holds people
back from realizing that
Heaven can and will be now
with 100% Hope.. Faith and
Belief now in juST doing a practice
of MoVinG.. ConNecTinG and CreAtinG
with fearless Love now.. in 100% positive
liGht.. what are they afraid of.. what happens
after death of course.. that they may never see
their loved ones from before.. as they cannot
handle the thought they may never
see them again after they
die.. well.. the truth is
they will never see them
the same again
in the next second
that comes as the reality
is we change every now over the
course of a lifetime.. life is all change..
now and even if Jesus could come back now..
he would change too.. as we all do as nows
go by.. and hopefully as the Verse of John says
do more as well.. in human potential continuing
to be set free as the great I AM continues to emerge
with uS as Greater liGht and tRuth now as WeLL.. this
requires much greater hope.. faith.. and belief than a whimpering
belief that all you have to do is say a magic incantation of John
3:16.. and you’ve got it made no matter what you do now..
well sure.. that’s what they say when you buy the
used car at the car lot with the slick
snake oil salesman there..
Religions are designed
to control and subjugate
folks with illusory promises
and fears overall.. including
the control of reproductive freedoms
to make life easy.. where men won’t have
to work to attract mates either.. you know
like doing something else rather than watching
sports on the weekend or reading the Newspaper
all night.. instead of paying attention to your lovely wife..
and sure even science shows that the clergy is in the top
10 checklist of professions for folks with Psychopathic
traits all out to control the heart strings of others for
sexual domination and greater material resources
to hoard some more grains over sharing and
giving.. TrUth and liGht in the now
of Heaven.. is jUSt about
the best we
ask for
in life.. and
this gift is beyond
amazing myths and miracles
for iT isREAL Heaven alWays now..
but to get tHeRe the longest way around
is after death.. and sadly that is the biggest
lie ever established by human beings as
insane as insane can possibly
be believed by the
sheep who follow
blindly afraid
if they
step out
off the sidewalks
of social approval that
they will be outcast and
starve to death.. which of course
is a real part of human instinct for survival
and why this camel is so huge.. and the escape
truly is an eYe of A needle.. that perhaps one has
to endure Hell 66 months to more fully escape.. the
veils of ignorance are legion.. oh.. but the sweet
honey and milk of TrUth and liGht iS alWays
now so soothing.. as the
greaTeST SonG
and DanCe oF aLL
as the gift of God aLL
oF Nature to us Free now..
as The Raven sings now his
or her song.. of abundance
in this iSREAL Land of Grapes of Joy..
where the parachute of culture no longer
holds wE down iN LiGht oF Truth iN practice noW..:)


Hmm.. sUre.. tHis iS worth
repeating and exPANanDinG oN too..

GreaTest heARt
oF hUman
thaT GroWs
morE iN
thaN Books..
SpiRiT moveS
conNecTinG.. CreaTinG
miNd And BoDy WhOle..
Ocean GroWs soUL
wE noW
oF nAtuRE

erbiage says.. in response to me
on Dee’s Poetry site from dVerse..

“Katie, i’m fascinated by your use of capitals.
what are you trying to do with that? is it random?
FARE of nature is interesting, so is the e-yes of eyes.”

Shawna Baby.. My FriEnd.. to my credit says..

“He’s a genius. He’s creating words inside of words,
telling secrets and stories, and most people are
probably missing it. You’ll never meet
anyone as smart as this man.”

And then/now.. i saY in
extended Micro-Verse wayS..

SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. erbiage.. i FeeL/
SeNse poEtry more than ReAson iT
but as Yin and Yang goes.. i do
both.. Standard IQ.. is rather new
and antiquated too.. as all standards
are.. all of
Nature aka
God iF one
can see a painting
even larger than that
in tapestry of finer strokes
as brush of we.. all is synchronicity
and all is ink blot wHere ultimately
our multi-UNiverse as perceived
becomes our own
and liGht
of all that is
aka God As well..
SMiLes.. the longer
answer is on my blog
to the tune of over 3.3 million
words as complex or more complex
than this in the longest long form poem
now arriving at 703 Macro-Verses of Ocean
Whole poem.. that can be titled many things
from that to a 42 month witness for God of all..
to ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’ iN the SpiRit of Whitman
too.. in his prophecy that the standard of before
will be the priests of the cosmos now..
wHere the greatest
Lover of the
iS the
PoEt who
SinGS a SonG
oF soUL Long and Free..
i am the Ocean.. i am a Field..
i am a wave.. a river.. a stream
and a droplet of water as particle
too.. i have no limits.. no expectations
and my dance in real life for 6 thousand
miles in praising all that is life of what i find
now.. in just three years.. iSreal MaGiC2 mY friEnd..
it stArted somewhere in the Renaissance age.. with
folks Like Leonardo.. Michelangelo.. Beethoven.. Mozart…
in darker lives of Van Gogh.. Poe.. Aleister Crowley in more
modern days.. and perhaps even with what remains of a
oral tradition of 40 years for a man who died on a
cross no less no more.. than the price of
free.. i am.. ’cause i can and will..
i do.. aS fearless love powers
all that i do do.. my
Friend.. and
there are others
like me in a new
age.. with no limits
or expectations like my
Friend Shawna here.. who
in her 40’s may do much more than
me stArting all of this at age 50.. and
you too my friEnd.. as you can see me..
more fully.. for most folks they miss the
who of i online.. but haha.. in real life believe or
not.. and sure i can prove it too.. as 1000 smiling
ear to ear dancing girls with me in that same Ocean
Whole Poem with close to 100K total photos and
scores of thousands of music videos tale too..
yes.. i am named Dance Legend at 233LBS of
Arnold looking middle age dude
who wears shades every where
he dances.. in all the public
stores where his
wife ‘Isis’.. let’s just
call her an Egyptian
Goddess for now.. shops.. never
aging either at 46 as the photos now
show too.. and yes.. sHades required
for a stint of Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia..
for 66 months from wake to sleep also known
as the worst pain known to mankind.. technically
assessed as worse than the pain of crucifixion..
3 hours would have been so much easier than
66 months but that and 18 other life threatening
disorders in synergy of total then effect/affectd of heLL
oN earth.. including losing all my emotions.. even
the memory of a smile.. or laugh..
as there is no reference point
for any of that when
emotions go..
where one second
is a thousand years
of hell where all is time
and in comparison.. in heaven
on earth there is no time at all..
only heaven which makes writing
a full 12 million words as documented
online since ThanksGiving day of 2010..
even in hell for 33 more months then until
the end of July of 2013.. a cakewalk of sorts
where i get to eat the cake and icing whole now..
anyWay.. this is the short version to your answer..
and sure i’ve already discussed the long one to date
now.. thanks for asking.. i’m sort of that dude or dudette
they speak of in the Gospel of John.. who will do works
greater than Jesus.. but nah.. i am just a grain of sand from hell..
or a
seed perhaps
with winds of a hurricane
with a totally calm center
relatively speaking
gets tired..
have a great now..
i find now as the
most delicious place
of milk and honey per that
poem titled Xanadu too.. my friend..
and sure you could call this Hypergraphia
too.. my psychiatrist wanted to give me Epilepsy
drugs to shut the flow down.. but there is no dam
for this River oF Ocean now.. nor shores to hold me back..
and by the way.. Lewis Carroll is said to be Hypergraphic too.. and
sure i can do greater non-sense than this.. as far as literal goes too..
bottom line..
the iNks bLot
for purpose and
meaning we all decide
differently with will and
sAMe too.. all pArt of Ocean
as this micro-verse here
as large.. it may seem
here will go along
with that
verse above of another
micro-verse noW iN a
Macro-Verse larger titled
‘iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy’..
that will comprise the 703rd Macro Verse
of Ocean Whole Poem that is KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
as pen name to date too.. and in that Pen name is
a micro-micro-micro Verse that has many meanings
as well.. and in each letter or number of the English
Language and Roman Numerals as well.. the
Essence of God and Universe whole may
be found.. in micro-micro-micro-micro verse
way as well.. AS above so below my
friend.. the English
on who arts it
can in many ways
reflect the whole enchilada
of all that is.. however.. still
only a form of the essence for all that is..
greater than any human will pen by hand
or digital keyboard as maestro of symphony
of God same.. in abstract symbols.. my FriEnd..
anyway.. Shawna baby.. my friEnd.. set
the standard for this Micro-Verse
my FriEnd.. and apologies
to De here.. for filling
up her blog..
as always
i copy
and paste
what i do as i go
aLong and as alWays
if anyone doesn’t feel
comfortable with a Hurricane
of Micro-Verse or Micro-Micro Verse
blowing through like this.. it doesn’t hurt
my feelings to be erased out in the field per se..
as Ocean Whole Poem retains back ups of all that is here
all over the Internet in many places too.. as i don’t plan now
on having to do this whole thing over.. at least not in one lifetime.. friEnd..
or 3 to 6
or so..;)

Yay for Yoga..
and i
with your poetry2..;)


“The laugh of a child will make the holiest day more sacred still.”
— Robert G. Ingersoll (American lawyer and orator 1833-1899)

“I exist as I am, that is enough.” — Walt Whitman

“One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.”
— Elbert Hubbard

In view of these three pArts of Wisdom..
it’s worth noting that some folks cannot
Feel the Laugh of a Child
nor the FeeLinG
of Sacred..

i exist as i AM
iS rarely enough
iF one can feel
neither the Laugh
of a Child or A
FeeLinG oF Sacred…

For one who can feel neither..
two alone will likely never be glad allone..:)


Facebook Friend Himali..
originally from India..
working in the
United Arab
shares a status
that says friend never
truly leave as they always
live within.. one’s heARt..

And i say.

Hello Himali..:)

Himali returns..

Hello dear friend

And then i say..

Dozing off..
To sleep.. Nice
To see you..:)

Himali shares another Facebook
photo slide and details on 40 places
and things to do in life.. well worth it and i say..

They are currently doing a dVerse Poetry
Prompt on travel.. and although i get out
quite a bit in my metro area.. To Biloxi
Casino’s and such as that.. this reminds
me i don’t get out nearly enough to enjoy all of this..:)

And then Himali shares a slide of Wisdom..
suggesting to tolerate everyone’s opinions about
how they wish to change your mode of operation..
and then just say in so many words that’s brilliant
and go on
about doing
whatever ya
wanna do..
creatively of course..

And i say in response..

Haha.. can’t count
how many times i’ve done that..;)

And finally for now.. Himali shares
a Facebook Status on annoying things
girls who do not wear make-up hear from others..

And i say..

Just another great reason..
i’m glad i’m not girl having
to reach all of cultural expectations
and surely the same for worrying about
any expectation for both males and females…
Free means
not worrying about
cultural limits or expectations..
at least for me.. beyond what is
required of local.. state.. federal..
and community rules for places where
one might like to participate online and
too of course..:)

And now i say in somewhat summary..
yeah.. blogs are nice.. as folks can say what
they want ya to do.. but they cannot make you
do anything.. as long as you please the overall
rules of blogs.. which are very very liberal these
days where as long as play by the laws of the land
you can
art almost
anything as
yes i’ve been
duly noted to do..
in excess of more than most..
hehe.. or perHaps all too.. foR noW haha..
anyway.. when i was linking to dVerse i had
suggestions from folks to sway me their way
of doing art.. frequently to down right rude..
until the administrators started
whittling away at my
creative potential..
no.. you can’t do art
for bucks.. likes.. shares..
followers.. or generally speaking
brown nosing.. if you expect to fulfill
the liGht poTenitAL of yoUr fuLL
creative aRt.. and how
many times in
as this
been proven out
but folks continue to
disregard what history
teaches about the outcasts
of human creativity.. who are not
understood more fully until perHaps even
Centuries later.. as they did not conform to
the standard IQ and grade of the Art Day..
the greaTest pARt iS suPport online
these days can be found in
so many ways
that local
towns could
never likely do before..
even if there was a law
as such for them to respect
the creatively different mavericks
among the other less creative sheep..
the key though still is developing the perseverance
and laser focus.. to by pass all the distractions of modern
life to truly create as free.. and without a continuing practice
of MiNd and BoDy Balance in martial arts and ballet-like
dance.. i could never have the focus to get all this
fun art dOne.. At LeASt for mE.. every element
of my practice of liFE works for the whOle
of allthatis.. aka God.. and this is
a ship that is an ocean
who will
not sink..
as i got this
shiT figuRed out
witH all that is hELp from GoD..;)


For the longest time..
i feared having pets..
and never had another dog
after the first one died.. and with
allergies inside to both cats and dogs..
the need to breathe superseded the need
to feel the
Love of another
mammal real..
yes.. i got
over that..
and of
Mama’s who
love unconditionally
give the same.. my Wife’s
greatest pain in losing her
mother is she never felt love
from her mother.. i suppose that
could be A dArkest place oF all..
fortunately for her..
her Grandmother gave
that to her.. and her death
was very hard on her..
but perhaps not as
hard as the
never felt love
from.. a Mother who
seemed like she needed
more from Wife.. than love
to give to her.. and when
my Father died.. a
couple of years
ago.. i was
unsure if
i could grieve
at all.. as he never
really could express
emotions enough to ever
even get too close to him as
those two ships that
pass in the night..
writing helps to get
it out.. and as long as i can get
it out.. the grieving can be a muse
to give more love as gift of writing from
what is received in life as love.. and of course
that applies to all of what can be A SpiRit
ExpReSsing as hUman heARt from a
Dance of a SMiLe.. to a Symphony
of miNd and BoDy soUl
BaLanCinG iN all
the ways that comes..
bottom line for me.. is my
Mother’s Love spArked the Love
oF i.. however.. we are human and when
we find ourselves outcast for whatever reason
from the social group.. we suffer in misery as
social animals by default are evolved
to do liFe toGeThEr in the touch
of LoVinG eYes.. hands and
sure hips and otHeR
pArts as weLL
of Ocean Whole Love..
with Fearless too.. noW
that liGht pARt of my MoTheR
LiVes within.. both nature and
nurture.. flowerS iN Garden oF liFe..
It seems my sister inherited more of
my Father’s brain as ‘they say’ that is Evolution’s
way for survival too.. as daughters who survive
infanticide over ages tend to look more like the father
in many ways.. including behavior.. and sons the same by
OF Love
spreads as WeLL..
Love grows.. bottom line..
and i’m sure my sister feels
the same way about my mother..
but i desire to spread the love of my
mother decades after she is gone.. the
gift that keeps giving.. in a room for oTHeRS..:)

AnyWay.. iT aLway’s
hard it seems to be
And art
is aT leASt
a spArk for allone..
my friEnd now.. the


WeLL.. 3:21 pm..
9142016.. sTiLL
and back to dVerse
for one Travel Prompt
link left iN
a sparse
of 12 liNkers so
far and back then
to the Quadrille week
Long prompt on the term
‘Open’ that seems to
continue to
draW iN
a crowd for now..
hmm.. makes me wonder..
as most poets seem introverted
if they are mostly homebodies who
rarely get out to Travel.. like me for
decades too and still limited to the
Southeast Gulf Coast Region.. as WeLL..:)

“Voyageur”.. a title for
your poem.. Sanaa..
and a lonely place
of traveler.. i sure..
can relate..
never having
girl friends in high school
rarely for even one date..
i traveled to the movies..
the shows of Romance
and couples holding
hands.. the fair
of loving
loud embraces
as Spring of Love
iN Winter’s Hot
Chocolate in
games of
homecoming too..
my High School football
Team won the state championship
in ’78.. and finally my ‘Voyageur” status
of Love found a first love that year.. 10
months later back to ‘Voyageur’ travel
again for Love.. quick stops here and
there for warmth.. but
never travel full for
love until
age 28 in ’89
and a river of life
of love from a wife who
never ages.. sure.. i can appreciate
that enough to love her.. where she
never will.. age.. smiles at least not yet at 46.. travels young..
as the photo evidence of the blesSing of that magic continues..
i always wished for
what ‘they’ named
as sweet sixteen
in highschool..
and as my cousin’s wife
said at a recent family reunion..
Katrina is “The Eternal Teenager”..
Be Happy for what yA wish for when dreAms iSREAL..
and by all means.. count those blesSinGS as they may never
happen again.. who kNows.. even in hiStory of 3.3 million words
and 100K photos.. my wife is quite a muse as travel of ‘Voyageur”
goeS on..
iN TrUman
sHow stYle..;)

Hmm.. that was/IS A Cool
Prompt.. i think the deadline
is midnight or so.. hope for more
voyeur travel opportunities to expand on later..
but yes.. as mentioned before.. now back to ‘Open’ Quadrilles now..;)

The giver..
the nurturer..
the people pleaser
too.. the Nurse who now
cannot separate emotions
from healing others whole..
but a caution
to the all
for rest
as the injured
loves are more than
few.. and bodies too..
White Knights
of Arcs
and even
Mother Teresa’s
have felled to long dARk
niGhts of the soUl as those
who love others more than
self of preservation now…
sad.. how much
love iS
iN the
history of those
eYes that cavern now..
And i think the clinical
term for that is Draining..
or the Hero Archetype who falls to dARk..
and in my opinion.. likely associated with
Fibromyalgia too.. as Angels are Human2..:)

Way back when i lost my
soul.. there were those
who said my words
were eloquent
and full
of feelings..
how opaque
that window was
into the eYes of soULs
who could still see and
feel the SpiRit in only
empty sheLLs of
words oF i..
left of
GRowN CoLd
from dead sea
Black Hole Soul..
sure.. a logical memory
of vehicles and vessels
that housed the essence
of my humanity and.. lesSon
for the rest of my eternity now..
Essence is what counts over Form..:)

sMiLes.. my FriEnd
i find ‘wildlife’
to be iN
A Longest Long Form Poem..
perHaps.. one IS A Robin too..
Unfortunately.. most Birds
cannot open the poem
up but that
will change..
then.. even if..
Robins.. never know..;)

Love folks..
who ride by seats
of Motorcycles so
free now.. air in hair
live now..
go for broke
stay fixed for Free..
oH.. Jack London.. your
changed dog to Wolf
lives as me.. but nah..
i’LL dance free and save-on helmets..:)

Bingo.. 44..
it’s like MonKey’s
typing.. sooner or later..
even free ones
iN Zoos..
hehe.. and twice..
i kinda cheat-ed to geT-iN..
That reminds me.. yes! Toy
Soldier..! i needed that Song..
Sorry.. no conText
a cAll….
from ET
phones home..44..2..;)

MecHanical Cognition
HeARt Cognition..
Free WiLL
to feed two miNds
in BaLanCinG for oNe Free SoUL..
and Body of course
as EmoTioNs
from head
to toe.. by way
of Vagal nerve
as some folks say..
Kundalini Serpent FReED2..
Emotional Regulation and
Integration of senses.. MoVinG..
ConNecTinG and creaTinG.. it’s
not enough tRuLy to open
A miNd and heARt
in BaLanCe with
as life is
more than
even poeTry of heARt..
HeARt moves from head to toe..
Abest way to close heARt is
to STiLL
A MoVinG
DancE oF liFe..
Children often FeeL better
as they DancE without reaSon..:)

of human nature
as science shows
half are leaning now
conservative and closed
minded mostly.. and now the other
half goes liberal and more progressively
open minded.. split
jury of everything..
most often..
as being human…
Order in the court
vs free
aLL.. both
sides have thEir
merits.. even stuck
in gears of going no wHere much..
sTanding more
STiLL in
aLL of both sides..:)

SMiLes.. it seems
tHat NatUre only
asks.. liKe
we spiral
Free iN BaLAnCinG..
And then hUman
and moves
one way oF liFE..
Lesson of Nature
Spiral FloW as noW FReED..:)

sMiLes my friEnd Sumana..
i thiNk all the problems
in the world can be
traced to one
three letter
word of ‘own’..
and then when folks
attempt to name Nature
God and ‘Own God’.. comes
stuff like destroying ‘Islands’
and so many otHeR species
along the way…
To Give Love
Freely in sharing
is trUly A greATest
evolved gift yeT.. And
this EARTh as home to do
thaT is Equal giFt oF Nature onE..
All of this is in plain site of FeeLinG..
but only for those who SenSe and FeeL iT..
Nature Deficit Disorder stArts wiTh a three letter
word of own.. and ends in a six letter phrase of GoD owN..:)

SMiLeS noW..
i used to watch
politics until
i determined
that both sides
alWays win..
then i lEarned
to Love it all open.. sacred
and holy and i won heaven now..
all IS A FeeLinGs and SeNses..
rest is an inkblot test.. i choose
to love iT all.. sImply
’cause i can..
the gift
of fearless
love with eXpanding
liGht and LoVe of DaRk
and struggles sAMe.. as
sure it is no surprise
that ark
iS iN dARk..
but nah.. not
much for smAll
talk but i Love it..
and all those kitty
kats on Facebook too.. as the
Internet is developed souly for ThAT..
thiS eNtire rUse is to showcase mY KAt..;)

5:11 pm..
eat now..
continue later
after all of that..;)

Back at 10:27 pm.. 9142016..
for more ‘Open’
themed liNks
from dVerse..
juSt liKe
all the way..;)

oF.. oPen..
alWays noW..
Now ways all
Penning thAT
aS Present day
ways.. Open doors
go both ways..
and liGht
vieWinG iT
from Distance
All is Masterpiece
taPestry wHole Paint..:)

Morning star memories
anew each day
oF liGht
distance of
moonLit reminders..
sleep peacefully
until day
Sunlit liFe..:)

Wow.. first.. amazing.. a poet shared Ammonia Avenue from
Alan Parson’s yesterday.. and now Kim is sharing
The Trees by the great deep deep band
Rush where every song is
a masterpiece of
poetry too..
same as
Alan Parson’s
too.. Led Zeppelin..
etc.. wHere the words
of the new age prophets
are written on concert hall
walls.. more and less.. as back
in the red state town i live in..
deeper ways of poetry
could only be
found then..
in Rock and
Roll.. so watered
down it is now.. compared
to what Geddy Lee and Rush
could do to bRing so much meaning
to Lyrics of a Song in the 70s back then..
most sadly nature deficit disorder rules the
world a cultural cancer upon the earth that
is erasing breathing from the Tree oF LiFE supplied
as oxygen
to the
of what
Mammal liFe
does best.. Breathe..
A Tree oF liFe iN liGht..:)

Faded Sunflowers lining
Open heArt
to BrinG
liGht back..
sure.. been to this
place too.. for a year
or so when young.. but
66 months later in the
middle of what life
in hell can be
as not
so well..
but surely
there is strength
in the smile so tired
of whining that’s all
that’s left to do..
to shield others
from the
one lives in
side.. i was
determined never
to say another negative
word.. never complain and
eventually imagine and create
a way for liGht to travel back real..
so let it be written so let it now be
done.. when the starlit connection
of words and emotion finAlly SinG
in Unison
a SonG
oF liGht..
tHere is no
mistaking the
oTheR place for
those who pen it
experiencing dARk isREAL..:)

i suppose the words came
first.. connecting emotions
to words.. and then a walk
every night at 3 AM..
the dark
woods no
longer to bring
a chill along my spine..
and then a dance.. with
never lessons.. and now
a spiraling balance
of all limbs
from head
to toe..
with emotional
regulation and sensory
integration never had before..
the body keeps score.. and
the score can be changed my
FriEnd.. never give up as the
next dance may be as youR liGht..:)

an open..
i sheD thE bubbLes..;)

Well.. i must
say one day.. my wife
and i may open a liNk or
too in an assisted living
home.. more than likely
she’ll be assisting
me like she
is now..
and i’LL
sTiLL be
then.. rarely
catching uP on
what i wrote.. as
wRiTing Goes oN peN iS
alWays.. reADy to pLay..
even iF.. the dance fades Away..:)

i find that
with an open heArt..:)

i’m entertaining
changing the title
of my current Macro-Verse
per.. iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy..
but grapes keep coming up every
where i go.. the other one is
sigNature sUn arE onE..
and i muSt
say folks
are ratHeR
odd about
sharing and giving
tHeir grapes.. sweet
iS in that taste.. unbridLed
by ownership as fruit of VinE..:)

And afteR All
‘thaT joY’..
i’M sUre
i’D oPen
uP iN joYous
unBridLed dAnce..:)

trUe hUman
Force of
Love.. rarely
seeks the Power
and Status required for Lead..
but of course they
the earth..
in who
and what they are..:)

Open Books of heARt
alWays free
to touch
for read..
are my favorite
ones to bridge
heArt and miNd
as no hOlds are barRed for Free..:)

Apocalypse oF Doors
as original Greek Definition
says.. lifting veils of ignorance..
inside more
one or the
LiGht SinGS
TruTh wiTh veils
flaiLed AWay…:)

SMiLes.. an opportunity
to keep brain waves
away from beta
worry to
of alpha
and theta
trance seems
to alWays keep my
fLow a Going.. but of
course even the possibility
for stress free makes that possible..
the reaSon
floWs as
A heARt iN liGht
wiLL.. tAkinG FliGht..:)

Ending the open prompt..
now one more Travel liNk
left and i’M donE
with dVerse
for noW..:)

Travel of food
aCross the globe..
spices.. and sweet
stuff along the way..
change iS alWays
as time
zones differ..
oh.. but the taste
buds.. do liGht uP
when a variety oF liGht
A CuLiNary deLiGht..:)

11:50 pm.. 9142016..:)


Scattered Love

Sure.. why not share every Facebook
Provided Macro-Verse Memory of
before.. aS oNe comeS noW
from one year ago..
as a title
IS A Poem..
and PoEtry iS all
that flows from heARt
in words of HUman from
the source of God oF Nature’s
GreaTest Gift to hUman and all
other animals that is sentience..
yes.. FeeLinG.. SeNSinG SeN
SualiTy too.. and in some..
ImAginAtioN.. iN MoVinG
ConNecTinG.. and
CreATinG more
to add a verse
in continuing
of All ThAT iS
AKA GoD oF NAtuRE noW..
in the interconnecting.. interdependent
relationship oF aLL.. every pARt of God
from the Dandelion that grows wild to
to the number 6 Developed along
with all other globally
now established
by the early
East Indians on the
South Asian Continent
later to be developed by
Arabians as the spirals of
the numeral 6 reflect the
Italian Scholar Fibonacci’s
Golden Phi Spiral mean of 1.618
as this scholar encountered these numbers
from Hindu-Arabian numerical system and spread
them in Europe where they would eventually become
the world standard of numbers in math.. as this Phi Spiral
reflects the patterns of how God of Nature moves in sentience
and every moving electron around nucleus to subatomic Quantum
particles to the curled fetus and cat.. Hurricanes.. Sun Flowers.. Nautilus
Shells.. Galaxies around Black Hole Suns and all around.. above.. so below..
inside.. outside all of what we are and see in and as our existence now..
even when the words flow with pen and voice as science can
measure now.. outside of pre-planned lines
that control the free of heARt
poETry.. PoEtry is the
free expression of liFE..
and all of existence noW..
it exists at the smallest of
particles to the all in all.. Poetry iS
God FReED.. sadly.. humans in their
sealed packages have attempted to
chain this freedom out of change of
flow than never ends.. however
God looks right through
them and
to change..
God is Free.. and so am
i and WE.. God plays no
games of hUman rules..
and all they are is
brown paper
we look wRitE
through and escape too..
as Words Seed Scattered Love..:)

Sure.. now.. why not continue to give.. share.. move on..
A place wHere everyOne kNows yOur Face
Macro Verse Memory here.. from
two years ago.. some folks
more extraverted who
gain energy from
the social connection
for sure what science shows
is among the 80% of the animal
Kingdom who are born rovers vs born
sitters.. for some the environment consumes..
scares.. and inhibits movement.. for others.. environmental
change drives movement seeking stimulation to create and
produce more that has never been seen before.. and sure the
one’s who sit out of greater fear become rule makers to angle
skyscrapers to make more sense where trees and
shrubs and even rain on sand becoming silt
is ever changing too.. a balance of
nature it is.. as those who
sit are less likely
to die in accidents
early than those who rove..
and take chances to make
progress grow.. in God emerging
more in all of wE as Team liGht over
team dARk in Fear of course.. anyWay..
the powerful play does go on.. as some
dead poets also say.. and some of wE add
verses and some of We stay stagnate and fear..
holding on to our feathered nests and the
safety for the children we spawn too..
and all of that is okay as it makes
the world go ’round and
’round in free and
guarded ways
in all species
as it were and still
is now.. and i’ve been blessed
to be in center of this.. the extreme
of the one who sits closed in as
bedroom sitter for 66 months
to now the Dancing Guy
all around metro way..
known mostly by
face of shades
and dance of Feet
with arms and torso
and hips that swirl as
Golden Spiral Mean
of Phi too.. and i must
say the Rover in mE or the
Good Cop Mr. Hyde has so much
more fun that the goody two shoes stiLL
of the Dr. Jekyll and Sheldon Cooper of Before..
sure.. Clark Kent too.. and Bruce Wayne in the
nerdier version of Adam West too.. all human
archetypes from domesticated to wild..
to the Jesus who turns over money
tables to the Good Cop Jesus who
turns the other cheek.. and Loves aLL..
and sure.. add in the unconditional
Love to WilD and one moves
beyond the archetype
of even Superman
and more..
as God continues
to emerge anew in we who move..
connect and never stop creating reneWed..:)

And sure.. the dArkest sides
of all the Isis headhunters..
so far away from the
Goddess ISIS protecting
all of Nature.. the ones who
who use a Penis for a spear
of raping little 12 years old girls..
the ones who crucify those who
believe different and if you think that
is attached to any specific religion.. nah..
it is psychopathic compassionless driven
with no affective empathy that feels only the
pain of others as pleasure.. the illness of the
heARt that is never born or dies as black whole soul..
Gun Black Boots that kill all of Love in tHeir way
of domination.. subjugation.. and rule by illusory
fears and promising the rape of little girls..
devils born.. devils bred.. devils
nourished by fear and hate..
Love will never either
tolerate or
accept this..
Love will if necessary
strike this down as the
Angel who steps on the
devil who iSREAL and
crushes the
breath of
the fear and
hate but nah..
words will do as
there are some words
much more powerful than
swords.. the words that come
from the Good Cop God in
all of We who Fearless Love..:)

The Facebook Algorithm Video Slide
Production Assistant continues to serve
faithfully.. although the embedding feature
for profile photos both current and historical
in terms of sharing on blogs continues to go
a route of SNAFU for now.. and that’s okay..
as the my own trusty photo stream and
stored photos in Macro-Verse
way are plan B..
and i’ve got
plan C
and D
F for
alpha numerical
6 degrees of separation
that make Unity for
back uP as it were
and is still for now..
hehe.. so my
fingers can
keep on
in a
with no
worries of
and tHeRe as Murphy’s
Law is due challenge
than can be defeated
with a little human common sense..
for the longest run.. even after death..
as far as the KA of my SoUL liVinG oN..
with or without out me.. life goeS on..
but sure.. why not continue to love
after death but you will only
understand that for
free and
not for
big bucks
if Angel eYes
of Empath hUman
liVes as you kNow..
iN F E E L i n G noW..
where the needs of the
many outweigh the mortalLiTy of the one..
anyWay.. every letter.. hindu number..
word.. poem.. and photo
and all of extension
of God in culture
the interconnecting
interdependent relationship
of all that is.. GoD now.. i
juSt happen to gRoW aS i
continue to exPaNd the girTh
of sentient lens view.. and give
and share that as i continue to live onE..:)

And finAlly.. a share of
17 year old Fred in his
Graduation Annual photo
Suit for Senior year.. along
with a picture same of sister
a year ago.. for her special year
book day as Senior too.. and then
a smiling little boy.. who doesn’t try
to limit his smile.. and the smile that
lives again.. in the heARt of a boy who is Free again..
nah.. tHeRe ain’t much smile left by the time i reach
17 after 12 years of school.. but that is what
life spent in mechanical cognition
can and will do.. for those
smartY pants among
us who get
our gold
stars of life
from making
the grade the
teacher loves the
most validating tHeiR
accomplishment of meeting
the grade culture expects too..
and art goes missing from smart
and if you are lucky that doesn’t
end in S and M modern Isis ways..
anyWay when Science and Art
comes toGeTHer aS BaLaNCinG
in HuMan BeinGS it’s like splitting
an atom.. as Force more comes
in S times A of Fearless Love
to bE.. as a sMiLE
goes wide beYond..
aS iNfinITy noW..:)


First.. we had Christian Grey.. you know that
Billionaire or so.. from Shades of Grey..
with a drug addict mom.. who could
not provide him with
the empathic
and compassionate
connections in the brain
and rest of body that come
with touchy feely love from ages
0 to 3 and later as well.. if the pipe
of love gets all damned up by social
abuse in whatever form that comes as
outcast too.. so.. sure.. his brain gets twisted
in another way out of body balance and
Sado-Domination becomes his
way of gaining pleasure
over the pain of others..
sure.. no different really..
just legal in comparison
to the Isis bred soldiers
who rape little girls and can
feel pleasure from their pain as
they are missing what makes us human
fully as well.. and now.. not really surprising we
have Christian Wolff.. cute little word play.. as sure
the Jesus dude kinda made up his moral code as
he went that defied the rule
as law of the land
before.. at least
what we know
of the Good Cop
Jesus and Bad Cop
Jesus.. ranging from hate your
mama.. daddy.. brothers and sisters..
and children too.. if they do not follow
your new moral code.. or perhaps turn the
other cheek for another blow across the face
if that is the relative moral authority that the code
of the day makes for now.. it’s pretty easy to tale that
more than one person and probably a gridlock church council
meeting.. no different than the congress of today came up
with a health plan like that just enough to get it through
for final approval.. otherwise.. it would not be anywhere
near that contradictory if one person and one
person only wrote the story.. and sure..
there is.. i bring a sword and not
peace.. and Love your
neighbor as yourself
in consuming no others
with harm.. and live by the
sword and die by the sword..
not much integrity in that New Testament
in that Jesus dude if you really take the time
and effort to peruse it from back to front to
back again.. in a day.. not a year span.. of
forgetting what was said before.. amazed
i am that decades old pastors.. cannot
remember the cognitive dissonance
verses out of their killing and
loving book that tells a
tale of darkest dark
and lightest possible
light in old day terms so well..
but perhaps they are not accountants
like me that measure all of what comes
in empirical way.. and perhaps they are not
fluid intelligence makers of art new.. taking all
of rote memory and mixing it up and making something
brand new beyond.. of what they quote in crystalized
intelligence of the verses they care to remember from
their good book too.. sure.. it’s obvious that
Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne and
even Dr. Jekyll were all on
the autism spectrum
toward the
Asperger’s range
and surprisingly to some
but not to me at all now for sure..
came an epigenetic.. and neuroplastic
change.. no different really than the call
of the wild from that Good Book.. The Call of
the Wild.. yes that really good book that describes
so well the Nature Deficit Disorder than lives within
human being.. where the call may never be heard
and answered across a Clark Kent life sPan now..
and no doubt the literary agents who wrote
the books had a touch of the Asperger’s
too like Stephen Spielberg and the
eclectic Nature of
his movies
too.. then/now..
but here’s the thing..
if you are an Asperger’s
touched person and you find
a niche like the Accountant finally
did in the movie above.. you ain’t
functionally disabled in society as long
as you can make some dollar bills to live on the
niche you do.. and true.. it could take an entire
lifetime for a Mozart Opera to sell.. or a comic book
strip.. or whatever other niche one finds that might
not be in vogue yet
at the point in
culture where
fluid intelligence
explodes to do something
new.. but seriously.. those who
just copy what was done before..
basically go out of memory.. unless
they are someone like Muhammad
or the Isis folks who basically
paraphrase what was done
before.. and enforce it
by the power of the
sword.. and
promises of
raping whatever
is conquered next
by similarly inclined
warring psychopathic
leaning folks who come too..
yeah.. i can relate to this Accountant
movie in many ways.. but the guns shit
just don’t reflect the Empath Angel version
of the sorta Eros dude i am now.. hehe.. just waiting
for Sheldon Cooper to break out into joyous dance
and start writing poems around the world to give
up the crystalized limits of physics still today..
and this would have been a much
more fun movie in my eyes of
Fearless Love instead of the
of Navarone
or whatever bigger
guns come next instead
of my way of Sunsets of
Beautiful Navarre Beach sTiLL
now… yeah.. i’ll go the naked
version of King David way of
dance instead.. and the Good Cop
Christian Jesus dude way of Golden
rule ways too.. sure.. i could be the Bad
guy if that made sense in Vengeance way..
but i don’t have to.. as my niche is Fearless Love..
i N Coming IN Glory Victory now..
and poetry and dance and all that
artsy fartsy stuff that Red
State folks love to
make fun of too..
and that’s okay.. there
is room in the world for Bad
Cop Jesus’ and Good Cop Jesus’
too.. it’s the way of dARk and liGht..
that will likely always exist as long
as the propensity for the dArk knight
of the heARt continues to exist.. i’LL
go the White kNight route 66.. after all there are sTill
some women in the world looking for a hero.. like thaT..
oh yeah.. and this ends today’s eXploration iN poEtry
of HeARt.. and SpiRit eXpresSing thaT emoTioNal..
miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG SoUl for now.. sure..
i’LL go with ‘sigNature sUn arE onE’ as titLed
Macro Verse 703.. and
iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy
is already in the mix foR noW
too.. anyWay.. mY Niche could
have been Mozart or Beethoven
too.. but Carpal Tunnel syndrome
etched a stop to that potential of piano
there.. back in ’07.. i wanna do iT all2..sure..
actor.. producer.. Director of my own GD play..
my niche is no limits.. no expectations and it’s
amazing what a person can do with two hands..
a body.. and a tool like an iPhone6s.. and iMac
Work Horse desk top computer too.. tHere is no
limits with fluid intelligence from head to toe..
and with trans-humanism benefit of
technology as slave of
art assistant..
with no
as helper
now.. there are
no limits.. and even if
Shawna.. my Friend gets
to the point of her Asperger’s
Flavor of not understanding what i do..
i understand.. i juST do it.. and i will never
enforce anyone else to my moral code by
the sword or the gun same more
than Love oF art..
it’s R and R
Sacred and Holy
Thursday for me..
i am at least cautious
enough not to go back to
the worst disorder oF all.. i had
before.. Nature Deficit Disorder.. the
one where the cAll of the wild goes
faint to lost.. sure.. Christian
Wolf Real iSREAL Wild
Good cop wolf
my pen
name too..
but sure noW..
KATiE MiA FredericK!iI..
speaks literAlly milLions of
words to.. all twelve of the apostles
of multi-verse numbers i for one create now
WiTh God Allone now.. as i ain’t gonna wait
for anyone else to pick up a ball that i for
one can lift over my head and
carry for steps and
words more
of PoEtry
to nowoneforevermore
come foR NoW.. so.. back
at 3 am with some fun dancing
photos from my 127th week of
dancing with all the cool college
age folks at Good Old Seville Quarter too.. Thursday night..
and perhaps this will get published later on today.. Thursday
9152016.. with ‘those photos’ on my own version of nine sixteen sixteen..:)


SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Zee..
tHeRe IS A most beautiful
Flower in our yard named
as Passion Flower..
it’s almost
like a new
planet of color
in flower form
that could be
the home of
God and sure
in some ways it is
as pArt and parcel oF wHole
as we all are.. i particularly
appreciate the flower this year..
as few have bloomed in a
Summer of much rain
and fertile conditions
where the year
before was
more drought like
a desert.. and the
Blooms came even more
beautiful than ever before
in God’s co-Creation after
the struggle of desert before..
however.. the Winter came late..
and the flowers continued to bloom
through January.. and after all that
ease the blooms are not nearly
as much as that year of
struggle.. a flower
is God and a flower
is human.. the struggle
of dARk is what makes
liGht my friENd.. and
the powerful play of God
iSREAL goeS on for anoTher
now.. in all the sHades and hues
of color and grey to Kingdom come
that iS alWays now my FriEnd.. anyWay..
the great thing about writing poEtry.. iT allows
what Nature shows too as a dArk muse to bRing
a greATest liGht of Bloom in Flowers aS weLL..
and to continue the waves of muse from
low tide to high tide and the ‘tween
of all that is that balances..
we human
the sAMe..
you bRing back
memories of those
days of grief so long ago..
of my first love.. and that my
friEnd is enough to spaRk a greater
Bloom in Flower of i as WeLL.. bottom
line my FriEnd is we are all in this God’s
greaTEst play of liVinG liFE toGeTher…
To give and share is the greATest
Gift God gives uS in
both liGht
and dArk of
Struggle and
Joy.. to hold hands
up higher rather than
lower now.. mY FriEnd.. So
sure.. for today i’ll leave you with
a Desert Rose from Sting as you
kNow and FeeL MuSiC and SonG
and even photos of Nature’s SonG
Can BrinG a GreAtest HeaLinG Force too..:)


Nah.. i guess i wasn’t quite finished with
this 703rd Macro-Verse after
all i just said and did..
and the Facebook
Secretary just
me up a
small helping
of the Nature photos
i took this morning where
it was so easy to see God in
a Dandelion.. that most folks
pull up to discard or use pesticide
to slowly choke and kill.. to wilt
of golden Flower as God’s
Will to live in all stuff
alive.. oh.. for
the order
and purpose
of human that
is scared of stuff
stiff.. out of line.. as i too..
once had to have my garden
bricks in line or oh no.. OCD could
rule the scared and anxiety of me
temporarily in an illusion of control
over simple acceptance of what
iS in the beauty of the larger
picture that is
in sentience of life..
Free to live as Ocean Whole..
like my longest long form poem..
that so many folks have attempted
to talk me into pulling up to make more
presentable.. like a nicely trimmed sidewalk
to mansion of bricks.. nah.. my mansion will
be one oF art.. and Dandelions who refuse
to grow the way of human sheep shears..
just a reminder of the DandeLioN
of God who gRoWs on in GoD
arms of Free art as a
verse of UniVerse
that will not
be trimmed
and fearful
hands of control
of God’s art Free iN all oF uS noW..
yes.. i am a special snow fLake if
you see the more fuller Lake
of the F oF Y i.. FReED..
and sure you are
invited to
Paradise too..
for i am only
Luke Hot sTiLL for the Summer
in SpRinG oF eYes that liVE oN noW..
but in my case always going uP noW2..:)








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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
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CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs

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

Love iS

GRains oF SaNd
hOld mounTain
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of course too..
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29 Responses to sigNature sUn arE onE


    “Individuality seems to be Nature’s whole aim —
    and she cares nothing for individuals.” — Goethe

    Fallacy number one
    of modern civilizations..

    Human is separate
    from Nature.. hmm…

    FAct.. SoMe HUmans Care..
    PArt oF Nature does inDeed care..

    All of Nature is surely more than care..
    and less than care too.. and for hUmans
    wHo care that makes pArt oF Nature God sAMe Great..

    Caring is Great..
    Love is Great..
    in this way
    iS Great too..:)

  2. Fellow Poet Blogger MotherWinterMoon expresses
    concern that she is unable to open up my Word
    Press Blog.. and she is very nice to
    ask this question..
    as most people
    likely never try again..
    as sure.. as i suggest below..
    life can be kinda busy in the first world today..

    And i go on to say..

    Hi Friend.. Thanks for asking..

    That’s the URL of one of two blogspot blogs that people with this issue use as an alternative…

    The Word Press Version does not handle.. well.. the intense use of visual poetry that i use to complement what is currently technically the longest long form poem ever at 703 Macro-verses and over 3.3 Million words long.. If in print.. In terms of paper.. Over 30K pages long..

    It’s a hobby just for fun and the Word Press Version takes a very powerful computer and really BROAD band access to open up..

    Winks.. Technology has almost caught up with me.. But i continue to challenge Moore’s Law and cultural norms in general.. Even in the poetry world.. But ha! History proves i’m in good company with the ‘craayyyyzzy ones’.. i don’t use sidewalks..;)

    And that comment doesn’t go through as her blog doesn’t accept
    links without moderation so i go on to spell the link out
    and replay it back again.. as she still expresses
    concern as her internet is never slow
    and she hasn’t had this problem
    with other blogs..
    in doing so i
    copy the comment
    above again and
    say additionally..

    i cannot open the
    Word Press Version
    of my blog with my iPhone5s..
    but no problem with my iPhone6s
    with an LTE connection.. and with
    my wife’s Micro-Soft based HP computer
    i cannot open up any of it.. and it is the
    same year.. 2013.. of my iMAC computer..
    it’s more of an issue likely that your
    Computer and Internet access
    hasn’t met a blog
    of close to
    the Nature of
    what i present there..
    And as my wife tries to
    come up with a label for
    me as a person.. all she
    can say is “you’re something”..
    haha.. but you know this is the
    poetry world.. and that shouldn’t
    be a surprise i thought.. but i often
    find as in the old days of Whitman and
    others.. some folks are still on guard with
    of we..
    anyway.. thanks
    for asking.. life is busy..
    and Lord Knows if i still
    worked.. wouldn’t have time
    to even write 300 words on the
    Internet vs.. the 12 million words
    i’ve done since ThanksGiving Day
    of 2010.. i was never a word person
    but with the loss of my eyesight and
    hearing.. effectively with what is
    termed as type two Trigeminal
    Neuralgia.. the worst pain
    known to humankind
    from wake to
    sleep for
    66 months like
    a dentist drill without
    Novocaine.. that yes.. in
    my case was in my right
    eye and ear.. i had to find
    a hobby in hell.. and i had
    no other choice but to
    become words
    my friend…
    as no drug
    would touch
    that pain..
    along the line my
    soul came back and the
    pain went away.. and now
    i am just a dam of Love
    of hell..
    and a dancing one too..
    anyway.. i’m thinking
    the other link will likely
    work.. particularly if you
    have an iPhone6s or later..
    and with the new 7 it should be
    a breeze as it is with a Samsung
    7 too.. as Moore’s Law finally
    catches up to all i do..
    my friend..
    Have a great day..
    for me at least Life
    is the gift that has no limit
    in sharing and giving.. my FriEnd..
    somehow visiting hell for 66 months
    made it that way for me.. an adaptation i guess.. to Heaven..
    no.. i reAlly don’t
    have to guess..
    there is no
    doubt.. in faCt..
    as i live it now..
    a much better place in liGht..:)

    Motherwintermoon responds
    back eloquently in
    sympathy for
    the history
    of my pain..
    in anew
    of why i like to write.. SO MUCH..

    and i return.. by saying poeticAlly too..

    SAdly.. my friend..
    not many people
    have sympathy
    for the
    me and
    it seems you too..
    thank you.. there IS
    A place for folks like
    it’s a place
    we make or break noW mY friEnd..
    i have zero pain now.. and
    i am not going back to hell..
    of this..
    as i make it happen..
    every now without fail
    in giving and sharing all..
    in a beauty of effortless flow..
    it’s nice in heaven.. best oF all.. it’s real now
    and that my
    friend can be
    An ultimate message of poEtry..
    sAdly.. somehow that pArt of
    Luke 17:21 got lost along
    i brought
    it back and
    so have many
    otHeRs.. sAdly2..
    it is almost impossible
    to convince someone
    else heaven exists
    now until
    perHaps by the
    time i write 80 million words
    i’ll find a way to put Heaven into words..
    and perhaps that IS A reason for hell.. my friEnd..


    Back on the ‘Wrong Planet’.. an Internet site
    for outcasts who are far from what this
    Autistic Online Community whole
    termed as Neurotypical..
    which of course there is
    no typical in human nows that always
    change but sure.. relatively speaking
    in generalized ways.. anyWay.. E-Scaping
    life as a visual thinker.. a necessity of a pain
    disorder that changed eye vision to something
    that could not be utilized effectively without almost
    intolerable pain.. and any pain where you can
    avoid committing suicide is somewhat
    tolerable.. as there is pain
    that is not tolerable..
    as at first
    i was willing
    to jump off into
    shallow water off
    a boardwalk or even
    lay flat in a puddle of
    4 inches of water and
    drown myself.. but sure..
    autonomic reflexes and all
    of that.. even though.. were mostly
    shot with another disorder.. i couldn’t
    do that or more aptly put my instincts
    would not allow it.. as i found out the wild
    of the reptilian brain aka as the Serpent
    WiLL live at all costs.. at a price of life
    that has always had its peaks iN
    struggle for all animals
    per se.. of the
    on Earth..
    anyway.. escaping
    the synergy of life threatening
    disorders of as you say Murphy’s
    Law and i say now in hell.. words were
    shallow with little substance of the full feelings
    of Emotions.. and Affective Empathy that move us
    to do more in life than sitting still and stagnating as such..
    and what they oft said on that Wrong Planet when something
    came trUe and liGht and blUe as sKeYes of sPark of Wisdom..
    QFT.. Quoted For Truth.. and today.. that’s all i can say about
    the pearls you say plus even more below with the quotes
    for truth
    once again..
    and sure.. i’ll be
    using this ‘elsewhere’..
    no need to read any further.. hehe..
    as i understand life’s limitations
    all too
    in literal hell
    as you’ve likely
    heard many times by
    now.. my Friend.. gigoid..

    “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together!”

    ~~ (The Beatles) I Am The Walrus ~~

    If only folks knew that The Walrus IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “The only people for me are the mad ones,
    the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved,
    desirous of everything at the same time,
    the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
    but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles
    exploding like spiders across the stars…”

    ~~ Jack Kerouac, “On the Road” ~~

    If only folks knew that Jack Kerouac IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”

    ~~ Seneca ~~

    If only folks knew that Seneca iS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “”I say that a man must be certain of his morality
    for the simple reason that he has to suffer for it.”

    ~~ G. K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News, 8/4/06 ~

    If only folks knew that G.K Chesterton IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “The question was put to him, what hope is;
    and his answer was, “The dream of a waking man.”

    ~~ Diogenes Laertius — Aristotle, xi ~~

    If only folks knew that Diogenes Laertius IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future,
    you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way in the answer.”

    ~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

    If Only folks knew that Rainer Maria Rike IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    “All virtue is summed up in dealing justly.”

    ~~ Aristotle ~~

    If only folks knew that Aristotle IS A real Good Cop Jesus..

    And now i say..

    If only folks knew as history clearly shows now in empirical
    way that this Biblical concept of Jesus is a human archetype of
    the hero who struggles as a potential good and bad cop too..
    and sure that is clearly evidenced in what exists
    as the current story in the
    New Testament too
    for Bi-polar
    in both liGht and DArk..
    yeah.. as i’ve said many times
    before.. the Luke 17 part that
    says hate your mommy.. daddy..
    siblings and children.. if that they
    don’t believe precisely what i say..
    to Love your enemy.. oh the irony
    of the bi-polar good cop and
    bad cop of all of that
    as sure..
    many folks
    in law enforcement
    start out wanting to help
    everyone.. and eventually
    their empathy and compassion
    can get drained too.. as sure they
    are only human too.. and they breakdown
    too as the story told in many words of different
    humans as science now shows too in the Jesus
    Meme of the New World too.. oh a wish
    for the Greek Definition of
    Apocalypse where
    we finally
    lift the veils
    of ignorance..
    figure out
    Love and
    Nature is great
    and worship the whole
    enchilada as sacred and
    holy and live in that pArt
    of Luke 17:21 that says
    the Kingdom of Heaven
    is within as Nature iSREAL NoW..
    Kingdom of God.. yeah.. when the
    Love flu
    in interconnecting
    interrelating way..
    so fare a travel
    when one let’s
    tHeir Love Flow iSREAL..
    Love is Great.. Love is Great.. Love
    iSREAL.. why not do iSREAL Love and
    Worship that while maintaining a semblance
    of respects for the myths that house the vehicles
    and vessels of TruTh and LiGht.. anyway.. i ain’t writing
    this for the poor front porch folks who are already doing the love flu..
    i’m writing it for
    the big
    and hate..
    the eye of the
    needle and the
    fact cat camels who
    i have sympathy for as
    the deVil lost iN iSREAL
    HeLL too.. and sure to
    get through that’s a JOB
    For JOB.. meanwhile i’ll
    enjoy Love on the Front Porch of GodNoW..:)

    Thanks my friend.. i was kinda floating
    through today on the gas fumes left
    of the night of last dance..
    bordering on the
    of Lewis
    hehe.. as
    the wonderland
    continues heRE and
    tHeRe for now @lEast..;)

  4. WeLL.. back now to
    last night and
    as i said then..
    in regard to two beautiful young
    women from the University of
    West Florida.. who could easily
    be models and likely more beautiful
    too than what most folks see of models
    these days.. and sure all women are
    beautiful in their own way.. but these
    women are going somewhere.. they
    are not at the dance for drinks
    and pick up per se.. they
    are there to let
    loose from
    the mechanical cognition of
    University Life .. where as i know
    and feel all too well from my history
    there.. there are some days where if
    you don’t have a beer your mind may explode
    out of balance per se.. as yes.. mechanical
    cognition activities or as Johnny from the
    Shining says.. all work and no play
    can make Cindy Sue
    a very unhappy
    girl too..
    and i have no idea if the twins
    in the dance photos are named Cindy
    or Sue.. either.. hehe.. as i’ve never been
    much of a label person.. easily able to
    see the soul of anyone in the eyes that
    are truly the window to God inside..
    My Father was an Identical Twin..
    and per these happy Smiley
    Seville Quarter Dance
    photos.. celebrating
    my 127th week
    of dance there..
    i must say.. these
    Seville twins are
    identical too.. in beauty
    of course too.. and niceness ..
    as i find all the other girls at Seville
    who have become dance friends with me..
    the regularly scheduled Macro-verse for
    Thursday as one can see now.. got pushed
    to 9162016.. it seems it was just meant to be..
    couldn’t be too late for dance.. for R and R Holy and Sacred Thursday..
    and sure for the specific meaning of that significance 91616 is all nines
    and sixes and ones kinda like my birthday 06061960 but sure today’s
    date has a two in it for second as well.. there will always be second
    or there can be no first.. it’s truly as simple as that.. and there
    will always be first as there can be no first without last
    either for logic purposes only in concrete thinking
    as truly reality doesn’t have to fit the
    order of human made math..
    or symbols of letters
    and words
    to even
    scratch the
    surface of the essence of
    all that is.. anyway..

    the profile pic according
    to the latest Facebook bug
    or change or whatever they are
    doing with the software at present ain’t
    likely to stick in the comments section of
    my blog working on the 704th Macro-Verse of
    Longest Long Form Poem now.. so sure.. i carefully
    made sure those twins were included in the Facebook
    provided Video Slide show for last night.. plan B and beyond
    always in my back pocket.. per se too.. in systemizing old Fred..
    the Robot ways of being.. that i can pull up at will with the devil and
    hell too..
    if need
    be for survival
    and thriving art of course too..:)

    And now we move on to Facebook Algorithm
    Provided as every good secretary will do to help
    ‘the boss’ get the job done of numbers or art..
    or both as it were and is.. a MacroVerse
    memory shared here too.. of..
    Ojoy THE DEAD ZONE.. and
    i’ve probably already
    spoken enough
    about that today..
    but sure there are always
    more ways to share than what i say now..
    here in a memory of two years ago.. where
    i continue to get stronger as the record shows
    there as well as moving on in potential oF art..
    where age is only a number and heArt is everything more..:)

    And now.. finAlly from a year ago.. a hallmark post named Desert
    i’LL Change as the prompt of that day from a year ago at
    dVerse would sever my further attempts to link there
    that had already somewhat stifled part of
    my creativity in fitting the less
    of expectations and limits
    of others..
    a short poem
    to meet their expectations
    of rules by the letter.. for
    a prompt on change..
    but a denial by the
    administrators that
    the change in rebirth of life
    as Island escaping cultural rules
    was enough for what the true Jesus
    could metaphor of reborn too.. you know
    the Good Cop Jesus.. who was just a flesh
    and blood dude.. who went out in the desert
    away from his sidewalk cardboard patriarchal
    culture repressing emotions and senses and
    sexuality too of course.. to find God innately
    instinctually and intuitively inside as free
    animal of God’s Kingdom
    on Earth will do
    in animal
    Heaven too..
    i suppose.. i couldn’t
    really expect anyone who
    would go by the book of a promise
    of reborn in a heaven after life..
    after all that is a source
    of domination
    of Nature..
    and each other
    in old patriarchal ways
    in all that runs a red state way..
    but i for one will not hide my own
    personal trUth and liGht in what sTiLL
    is the greATest aWaKeNinG oF my Life
    as Phoenix rising from the ashes of all the
    illusory fears and promises of culture and religion
    today.. and of course.. transparently.. the administrators
    just wanted to me to do less as they wouldn’t be held
    up loading my blog on slower computers.. and that’s
    okay as i told them they didn’t even have to come by..
    but that wasn’t enough.. and that’s okay too..
    as since then.. i’ve been able to more
    fully find my personal potential
    of art without restraint from others
    and since then in empirical measure
    the viewership of the my blogs that are
    much easier to open.. that sure.. the
    administrators could have used
    with a little effort too.. have
    skyrocketed with 655 views
    as the picture tales the story
    in blogspot in a hour’s time
    yesterday and 1395 views for one
    day too.. it’s a big world.. and not
    everyone has a slower computer or too
    much other stuff to do.. to get inspired by
    much more of what i do.. and this is the potential
    inspiration that could bring the next Beethoven
    or Mozart or even Einstein to the forefront
    of modern culture again.. as Lord
    knows everyone needs
    a hand
    along the
    way.. at least a few..
    if one is human at all..
    i enjoy running up A Hill..
    not a Hill of Likes.. Follows..
    and brown nosing for prizes now..
    but a hill of love that never ends.. uP as Free arT..
    and that reminds me of the two lovely young ladies i
    met on the sidewalk.. at the end of the night.. at
    Old Seville.. excited to meet me in the voice..
    as they had been viewing my free dance
    from a distance for a long time..
    up to then.. they said
    what they were
    afraid of in life
    as they had seen happen
    to older folks is they would lose
    their heaRt.. and of course as i tale everyone..
    the answer is free.. dance.. naked without rules of culture
    now.. to bRinG yOur heARt down.. but sure i used another
    metaphor than naked.. and told ’em i was 56.. showed
    ’em photos on Facebook of the wife who never ages
    and they sang to me in Unison as i walked off
    in the Full Moon parking lot.. WE Love you..
    We Love you.. twice.. somehow that
    tasted better than all the
    Facebook And
    Word Press
    likes i’ll ever
    get as i could
    see it in their eyes
    in the photo i took then..
    before they ever said it..
    Nah.. Hips and eYes don’t lie
    on the free dance floors of LiFe..
    and sure God told me to write it all
    down.. and keep a record of my miracles
    that iSREAL to come.. so i wRite/DancE on in simple
    and complex Covenant of Love with all that is GOD noW..
    for truly in both dance and words God iS poetry at GreATest LiGht..
    keeping in
    mind.. essence
    oF poeTry and not
    human words or steps alone..
    God IS A Verb oF BEinG noW aLLoNe..:)

  5. Fellow Blogger Friend Zee shares
    a open mic poet speak about
    the state of when
    boys say
    they love
    the girls
    in their life..

    And i say..

    Lovely Poetry in the spoken word
    my friend.. but what is Love..
    a password to own
    or key to free..
    all that owns
    is away from free..
    all that frees lacks ownership
    of others.. as the village instinctually
    raises the child and we are all brothers
    and sisters.. but as science shows the
    limit there is a village of around 150
    to 200 sets of eYes that fight
    for Love
    and Survival
    fearlessly day
    to day toGeTHer..
    as One Force oF huMan
    beings as the monkeys huddle
    together in the zoo arm in arm
    when intruder humans
    come inside..
    or the
    that huddle for
    warm in polar way..
    Love is the Force that
    glues us toGeTher beyond
    all obstacles of Environmental
    Stress but those were the eyes
    of the
    the written
    word my friEnd..
    as synchronicity will have
    it.. i just wrote somewhat of
    a poetic thank you.. honoring two
    girls who were strangers exclaiming
    i love you for nothing and everything
    of the free dance of me.. i told ’em i wrote
    poetry.. but did that matter.. they had never
    heard me speak before that moment.. no it
    didn’t.. ’cause the love song was in body language
    and eyes that say we are togeTher in this game before
    those feelings
    fall or rise
    to shells
    that may or may
    not hold eYes of Love..
    Wild Wolves Love more than
    domesticated ones ever will.. the
    answer is simple.. they need each other
    for the hunt and survival of life.. wHere togETher
    and Social
    liVing to
    survive and thrive
    alWays now Free..
    when a person is truly
    free it is truly hard to
    do less than love my friEnd..
    that is what
    my experience
    teaches me to
    date of life and
    death before
    of life
    from that..
    other than that as
    i go into the modern dance
    hall and hear the rape language
    of the men in the men’s room away
    from ears of women.. i often find my
    self falling into similar poetic words about
    the state of males.. but i quickly come to
    my reasoning mind that says it’s
    culture mostly that makes
    them that way..
    so far
    from a
    village of love my friend..
    they (many) truly are the unlucky
    ones to be born into cOld sHeLLs of Words..
    where flesh is only a tool to be consumed…

  6. When a Boy Tells You He Loves You

    Yes, one can’t really be sure. Don’t fall easily for it! Emotional feelings that are sustained are those felt after a period of time. These are not those heard after a few hours.


    • SMiLes.. Thanks Hank as
      always for stopping by and taking
      the time and effort to leave a comment..
      and it’s safe to say that every blog post here
      in total as you comment here to my last
      comment on my blog post
      that in the ‘ordinary world’
      is an entire blog post to itself
      as each Micro Verse or even
      Micro Micro Verse can be viewed
      from smaller level of the entire Macro
      Verse SigNature sUn arE onE here
      as 703rd Macro Verse of entire Ocean
      Poem of Longest Long Form total Poem
      in the history of humankind.. hehe.. as i say
      to let folks know WTF FTW i am doing here in
      total as art.. to make the UniVerse make sense..
      hehe.. perhaps figuratively and literally too if
      one can see the greater metaphor for
      how Nature works too as art..
      my friend instead
      of only
      the small
      view of empirical
      science as it gathers
      pARts to see better
      the whole of God as
      A scribe of God too..
      i am both scribe and a painter
      of God my FriEnd.. and sure.. i’m
      not the first one for sure who went beyond
      the crowd to do more than the standard of the
      day.. otherwise there would be no theory of relativity..
      there would be no painting on the sistine chapel..
      nor the other greatest works of artists who
      made their art a laser focus from
      wake to sleep..
      where most
      all of what they
      did would have been
      considered some kind of
      psychological disorder now if it
      interfered with whatever the social
      norm of group think decides is the flavor
      of the success of the day.. it’s worth noting that
      in some countries that group think still says female
      genital mutilation is what a woman does for self esteem
      and women follow this ideology blindly as that is what society
      says to do.. and in other countries they remove a portion of the
      male penis to separate males from the other male animals of
      nature to make them special.. haha with a 20% discount
      of member benefits from Nature as it were and
      still is for protection from environmental
      elements that foreskin provides
      when one is not too
      afraid to go
      out into
      Nature born
      as we are born to
      be all natural and equipped
      to meet the challenges of the
      environment we are naturally evolved
      to live in.. humans have amazing potential
      my friend but only if they escape group think..
      and the catch 22 of that is group think is
      required for survival in the wild
      too.. problem is when
      words can be
      written down
      as collective intelligence
      and folks forget how to think
      for themselves as a group to do
      new stuff too.. and that’s the great thing
      about blogs.. particularly when one pays
      for a Word Press Blog with no limits of storage..
      like the army says i can be all i can and will be..
      with no limits or expectations of group think my friend..
      and when i finish the sistine chapel or symphony of writing..
      the joy will be in doing it.. the same reason Van Gogh painted
      too my friend.. to celebrate the joy or dampen the pain of the
      beauty and struggles of life.. so again.. thanks for seeing
      a pArt of the Sistine Chapel here worthy to comment
      on.. as surely if i used the Sistine Chapel
      as a prompt to write poetry
      i would focus
      on the pARts
      that inspired
      me most.. and perhaps
      eventually when my pARts
      came together there would be
      another Sistine Chapel painted with
      words my friend.. so the show must go
      on or not.. it depends on the relative free will
      and how much we can withstand those who say.
      this is not how we do it.. so stop.. just stop.. hehe..
      there is no stopping me my friend as i find God within
      and i respect God too much not to be all i can be.. so the
      oN and
      here in Fredland
      there are no ceilings
      of paint at all my friend
      as air and water am i
      as the breeze
      ends.. waves
      of Ocean whole..
      and the stream
      that has an equal
      salience as the Ocean whole too my Friend..:)


    SMiLes my friEnd.. Prajakta.. Evolutionary speaking
    failure is part of the daily routine of foraging
    for missing the capture of prey or the more
    deadly aspect of not escaping predator..
    basic lesson
    and carry
    the biggest stick
    one can.. however.. these
    days the stick is a keyboard
    and a screen.. and standard
    IQ along with collective intelligence
    as written down.. i was blessed with
    standard IQ.. and when everyone else
    struggled in school it was a breeze for me..
    never even having to read the textbooks as
    memory for lectures would do.. the social part
    was beyond me.. but the key is it was beyond
    me.. so something i got used to as beyond..
    then.. so i went on with great
    success as a problem
    and the problems
    i solved eventually took
    my heArt away as that is what
    science shows mechanical cognition
    will do.. it more and less kills the poetic
    intelligence of the hEart.. so sometimes
    it’s hard to tale if one is a total failure in some
    ways as there is no view to the other
    potential world that some
    others can take for
    granted too..
    i would trade
    all the standard IQ..
    all the money i accumulated
    by being a proficient personal
    financial manager.. for just one
    poem of life my friend.. and that was
    a decades failure… in success i had no
    idea even existed then.. there is a world of
    what society says is success today.. and there
    is a world within that is scores of thousands of years
    old that dances and sings.. without a written word and
    that my friend is the poetry of the heARt that’s free.. and
    that’s why i don’t worry about likes.. followers or whatever..
    but the human touch is what has always made life worth living..
    and i find that greatest with a song and dance of life that has
    or sheet music..
    for me failure is not being free..
    so in reaLliTy of that i was never
    a success with riches.. or a gold
    star for doing the best in school..
    or being named Superman in both
    work and school for doing the most
    with relative ease through most of it..
    my HeARt was mostly untapped as a resource for LiGht..
    but nah.. i don’t bLame myself.. as i knew not how or why i failed..
    as it wasn’t important to either school or work to teach liGht oF heARt..
    simply ’cause it’s a resource inside that can only be tapped with freedom..
    there are
    no lesson
    plans that
    work freely for creativity of the heARt..:)


    i find the
    greaTest hope
    iN bEinG cHange
    i hope for.. sMiLes..
    from bEyond


    sMILes.. mY friEnd.. thefeatheredsleep..
    as ‘they’ say.. what doesn’t kill you makes
    you stronger.. but when it’s killing you..
    it sure hurts..
    until you bloom
    again.. the Hardy
    Rose.. the soUL now
    that knoWs the empty
    of the bLackHeARt Rose..
    my challenges in life were not
    of the intellectual kind but the
    physical and the emotional intelligence
    of liFe.. that is humanity at core as evolved
    sTill.. as if humanity can be measured on a paper test..
    written as number standard of dollar bills.. size of homes..
    speed of cars.. style of clothes.. so much more external to
    iNternal WiLL
    of MoVinG.. CoNNecTinG
    CreAtinG WiLL oF iMaginAtiON
    riSinG AboVe Challenge.. adapting
    to be so much more of the gifts
    of surviving against struggle..
    from ancestors furry..
    gilled.. to
    and star dust
    from Star
    explosions.. before…
    Star Dust Sentient.. what
    a gift that is.. To be all we
    can be.. is surely to Face A
    Sun of God that gives us
    this great life
    to be all we can
    be while this opportunity
    for life exists.. iSREAL.. sMiLes..
    so many creature comforts and sAdly
    what is missing in many folk’s life is a real
    physical and emotional struggle for life where
    we experience misery and suffering up close and
    personal.. where we fight toGetHeR to make the meal
    of the day a reaLiTy for all to share.. wHeRe we DancE..
    SinG.. naked.. unashamed of the nature/sun that births
    our flesh.. in sand and sun free.. and where we are not
    afraid to reach out to each other.. holding hands..
    for the joy
    of this
    is as
    is for now..
    Life has alWays
    been a Rose.. oveRAll..
    and a hardy one witH
    thorns.. thaT cross of
    tHorns IS A miGhty onE
    tHat makes liFe iSREAL.. and worth JoY..
    in every way we can find to celebrate thaT
    bEtween crosses oF dARk tHorns spARkinG liGht..:)


    “Be not afraid of going slowly; be only afraid of standing still.”

    ~~ Chinese Proverb ~~

    However.. as science suggests
    now.. twenty percent of all the
    animal kingdom are born sitters..
    while the rest lean more towards rover..
    Some folks do better in dancing meditation
    than sitting meditation too.. i am a Super
    now.. no
    sitting still..
    meditation now
    for me.. however
    it works fine for sitters..
    and introverts who find
    the world out there a little
    too stimulating and don’t
    have the courage to dance
    in public..
    he.. ha..;)

    “I like people better than principles, and I like people with no
    principles better than anything else in the world.”

    ~~ Oscar Wilde ~~

    All social animals live
    by principles.. including
    the principle that says
    i don’t wanna follow rules..
    i can get away with dancing in public
    only for the reason.. i can sense when
    i make ‘sitting folks’ uncomfortable and
    remove my self from their view as now to
    avoid complaints to store management
    and to get my privilege.. yes.. privilege
    to dance in private stores revoked..
    so.. sure.. even in the wiLdEst
    of Public Dances comes
    the principle
    of no harm
    to the sitters who
    are scared of the
    Super Rovers too..
    and for a social animal..
    liking folks better with no
    principles is a moral relativist
    principle in itself as it goes against
    basic social animal nature that even
    without language is based on the principle
    of social cooperation.. and with other organisms
    of course.. the principle of pleasure and pain applies..
    now for
    the struggle to
    successfully survive
    now to now alWays..:)

    “Failure to understand reality is not reality’s fault.”

    ~~ Bill Henneman ~~

    The reality is some ‘folks’ are not even
    born to understand reality.. and perhaps
    the culture that provides A greater ‘understanding’
    of reality.. in human collective intelligence.. is actually
    a not so kind of virus or cancer.. as this understanding
    of reality has allowed humans to manipulate the balance
    of Nature.. and destroy Bee Populations.. et al.. etc..
    without even understanding the
    synergy of the discrete
    actions that
    spoil the whole as
    tapestry as canvas
    of life for the hand
    that strokes the painting
    of life with a destructive pen of death..
    All is action and consequence and all
    is Karma of reaLiTy.. iF fault lies within
    the realm of reality.. it is indeed the
    action and consequence in pARt
    of reaLity whole.. therefore
    the fault as consequence
    as well in dArk perceived
    as opposed to liGht
    but of
    course in
    terms of reaLity..
    some ‘folks’ see that
    as good and evil.. and ‘others’..
    mostly in terms of feelings and
    senses without written abstract
    symbols/concepts that determine’ moral words’
    for the essence of pain and pleasure iSREAL..:)

    “Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life:
    the longing for love, the search for knowledge,
    and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.”

    ~~ Bertrand Russell, Autobiography ~~

    And inDeed with Moving and
    Creating added in to the mix that
    makes us human.. sadly.. ‘philosophy’..
    other than martial arts.. mostly.. has
    been stuck between the ears..
    in neo cortical way of reason..
    and even away from heARt..
    in limbic system way..
    the reptilian
    brain cannot
    be ignored for
    art of innate..
    instinctual and
    intuitive movement
    to get the heArt now
    regulated in feelings
    and the body integrated
    in seNses to have any
    chance of achieving real
    animal homeostasis as ‘our’
    other ‘friends’.. move like the
    wind and water as invisible to
    escape predator and capture prey..
    And true it is that the modern ‘science’ of
    sociology shows that the ‘art’ of self esteem
    for the highest demographic of self esteem attributed
    to any ethnic and gender demographic alone is that of
    the African American male.. factors cited are ability to
    defend one’s self successfully in a physical or verbal
    altercation.. and prowess in reproductive fitness..
    If i didn’t learn this education from folks
    like my African American Friends..
    i would be no more
    than words and
    flowered words
    on page.. instead
    i am a vibrant public
    dancer who receives words
    of i Love you from totally strange
    beautiful young women who also
    tell me i must have mighty big balls
    to do what i do without fear.. truth is..
    they are only average.. but even women
    with no testicles at all are far braver these
    days than boys who continue to play video
    games in their parents basement until age 30+ or so…
    as all stuff in animal life.. use it or lose it apples and to
    lose physical and emotional intelligence is simply to
    be a
    nerd and
    or wimp of life..
    like me before i learned
    my ‘African American Male’ lesson
    well.. it don’t matter how smart you
    are.. if you are scared of the midnight walk in
    the wild.. i.. at least.. find in the greaTest lesSon
    of life.. to walk as the Lion is free.. anything
    is a
    in a book..
    or perhaps
    a poem without
    teeth.. yeah.. some
    of the ‘weirdest’ stuff
    i do is based in art of science too..
    King David was no ‘word fool’ either
    as that myth goes.. dancing for the
    slave girls with little ‘own’ IS A way
    for a king
    not a slave..
    and to free the
    slave girls.. is the
    hero realized when
    the slave girls freely
    say.. oh God.. oh god.. i Love you
    just the way you are.. heHe.. and
    as Lilly Tomlin says ‘that’s the truth’..;)’..

    “And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.”

    ~~ William Rose Benet ~~

    Thanks God for the
    God scribe of Google..
    and the Internet as it is
    the censorship of freedom of information
    that is the killer of we did not know..
    as long as one continues to get out..
    Defend oneself and dance..
    and wow the opposite
    sex.. or whatever..
    et al.. etc.. is
    A flavor of
    to create
    life in
    of life
    well beyond
    books of ignorance.. my Friend..
    simply ’cause i also hang out with
    the wild and super happy ones too..
    and keep my hall monitor pass..
    pocket too..
    with a healthy
    poEtry of HeARt..
    to keep the LuSt
    and Love for liFe
    and all oTHers..
    aLL aS BaLanCinG
    Force of Super liGht way now..
    And yes all of this to get the
    title of my current 704th
    Macro-Verse.. so
    far of Ocean
    Whole Poem..
    noW as
    ‘Super liGht’..
    as alWays.. thanks
    gigoid.. A giFt iS
    iN aLL GiVinG
    and shaRing of liFE aLLone
    as Super liGht of humankind
    continues to Rise toGeThEr onlinE now..
    hOlding hands of more than pens too.. glObAlly..:)

    And in summary one of the most valuable
    lesSons my Teachers provided me in
    school.. is.. if you do more than
    the norm
    you get
    in LiFe..
    So i dance
    more and lovely
    strangers who are
    women say i Love you
    just the way you are.. and
    hmm.. i thInk tHeRE is a SonG
    for that too.. as that is the ultiMate..
    for mE.. my Friend..
    Love.. juST Love
    Free Love
    for nothing
    more than
    oF Y i..
    with no
    Words aT aLL..;)

    CRap if i was younger
    and stiLL didn’t have
    to recuperate.. and
    use this wRiTinG
    as an excuse to
    rest my older feet..
    i M A G i N E noW..
    juST aLL the Love you’s
    i could geT all for FReED..
    ha! and ‘they’ don’t even kNoW
    my name other than i Love you..
    i juSt
    say FucK
    Words and
    juST DancE..
    then i wRite on..
    hehe.. i suppose..
    to deliver the mail..
    or the money as it WeRe
    and is as words.. words word..
    oh.. the FucKinG HomEwork.. never ends2..
    all for
    Credit.. he sHe2..;)

    as a side
    note2.. assisting
    you in your temporary state..
    also.. while your back
    pain continues..
    stIll go
    over 2k words..;)


    To see God inside all human
    beings and all of nature same
    as God sAMe IS A Road
    to Fearless my
    in Love way..
    over here in the U.S..
    tHere is a climate of great
    political division now..
    but sure
    that is
    what humans
    innately can do..
    if not polished and
    refined by fearless love..
    discriminate against the
    different.. even if what the different
    does seems so deplorably dArk noW as
    Hillary recently announced about a segment
    of the population that consistently is fearful
    of the different among us.. well.. as science shows
    noW it’s paRt of HUman Nature.. as no two humans in
    inherent nature are identical and some are
    very different and always changing
    of course too.. to understand the
    differences of human being
    and to tolerate and
    accept the
    we cannot
    is surely
    a path to
    better see
    the Kingdom of God
    that lives within what each
    of we may see and feel differently
    of the liGht and dArk of LiFe that
    crosses our eYes uniquely as every
    hUman multi-Verse wiLL.. seNse
    and FeeL.. to do.. Evolution of
    the hUman soUl is toward
    understanding.. tolerance
    and acceptance
    of the difference
    iN liGht
    and dARk.. of oTheRs..
    and even understanding
    the trouble some folks have
    in a basic task of even understanding other’s
    differences IS A path and WiLL for those who
    can.. and in this way.. it’s true.. as far as innate
    propensities go.. God does as Nature make at
    least two castes of human beings.. the wild and
    the free.. and the cautious and reserved.. in
    other words.. liberal vs conservative..
    these two natural castes
    are evidenced in cultures
    around the world..
    but sTilL
    this KinGdom
    perceived as dArk
    or liGht depending
    on how one is innately
    born.. is StilL
    no matter
    dARk or liGht..
    i was really disappointed
    when Hillary suggested that
    the ignorant were deplorable..
    as trUly some know not what they
    do nor can some feel it and sense
    the harm they do to others..
    as the
    board is often
    the largest in eye.. for those who
    complain at the eYes of Different..
    how blessed are those who develop understanding
    and how much help to those who have difficulty
    and accepting
    the liGht and DArk
    of Namaste that lives inside..
    as Kali Will have ‘her’ say too iN
    liGht of dArK oF aLL thAT is.. iSREAL2..
    anyWay.. if everyone could see God in
    everYone now.. and the Kingdom of
    Bliss.. Nirvana.. Heaven.. iS feLt
    on this terrestrial
    plane now..
    oh.. the Joy
    of liFe as liGht but
    true.. the DARk iSReAL2..:)

  12. Across the Railroad Tracks of Love.. sure
    the place i grew up.. in Down Town
    Milton with the wild
    Land Kids..
    yes.. tHeir
    name was
    actually land..
    and we watched dark shadows
    and they played more wild out
    in the yard.. with six kids.. and
    there was only four of us in a
    matriarchal loaded river
    home.. of
    Grand Ma..
    Mama and
    Sister.. with
    little to no for me iN
    then.. rough and tumble
    play.. anyway.. my wife
    was born across the railroad
    tracks in a place where they throw
    the child in the river and they learn to
    sink or swim.. in a place.. where the
    door is often open if one
    has a home
    to let
    the other
    folks who
    struggle in for
    a night stay and more..
    and by the time i had finished
    with my braces of higher paying
    work world.. i determined i hadn’t even
    scratched the surface of gaining my
    across the railroad tracks
    of Love
    in physical
    and emotional
    intelligence that is
    fluid and always changing
    as the social and physical environment
    demands for adaptation to challenge and
    thrive alive.. survive.. or do less than Love
    Across the Railroad tracks of what lives
    within.. without even
    a dollar
    of the
    material way
    of external life
    away from the
    Love that is garden
    roots.. just waiting to be
    watered aCross the railroad tracks of Love..
    as juSt another Macro Verse Sponsored Memory
    by Facebook rolls in for free.. in an Ocean of BottLed MesSAges..:)

    Hmm.. Change iAMSuperman2.. coming on the Heals
    and exPANding on Desert i’LL Change
    And of course the Ubermensch.. also
    known as Overman and Superman
    in terms of Philosopher
    Nietzsche.. way back
    in the 19th Century..
    Claiming the Ascetic
    Leaning philosophy
    and the God of Christianity
    was dying off to dead.. and some
    one must come with a replacement..
    so the emptiness of nihilism would not
    become a way of life.. WitH a Love for Life..
    the Earth.. yes.. to make Nature Sacred and no
    longer an empty lot of ascetic leaning boring F iN liFe..
    Hmm.. then we got the comic book hero Superman.. and
    the social norm dictates that those individuals who go to far
    out on a limb not be praised for their contributions.. less the
    entire society gets on a limb and the chaos of anarchy
    comes to be.. so the villain becomes the
    Overman opposed to the lily
    white character of
    the man of
    Steel then..
    Hmm.. Batman
    better reflects this Overman
    ideal.. living in the shadows..
    coming out when help is needed
    most.. aLL human.. just uSing human
    potential to the best of Nature and Technology
    too.. to jump higher than the crickets who sing
    same as
    so sure.. i try
    to inspire other
    folks to go further based
    on the dArk and liGht accomplishments
    of my life same as struggle in challenge to
    overcome for thrive alive now.. and yes.. rise
    hiGher.. much hiGher in one life now as science
    identifies the processes of Epigenetics and
    Neuroplasticity for unlocking and changing
    for liGht the human potential
    hidden in our
    DNA iSREAL..
    So yada.. yada
    yoda yes.. just
    another opportunity
    to use thaT Katy Perry
    Rise sonG aGaiN letting
    go of the parachute of modern
    cultures and moving uP witH GoD
    of NatUre kinGdom liVinG inSiDe noW..
    jUST waiting to come ouT and plaY uP…;)

    Hmm.. and now it’s’ juST
    about change for Sun and
    Sand Dance and the stARt
    of the Weekend for Marathon
    of Dance.. CloSinG in very
    close to 6000 miles of
    Dance in three
    years of Public..
    Dance by the
    Pensacola Seafood Festival
    Date of next week.. around
    the Fall Equinox too..
    as sure.. i’LL
    as Feast Day2..:)

  13. jesus christ , i can’t keep up with how prolific the comments alone are. 🙂

    peace 👋

    • Hi.. My FriEnd M.. now..
      from the house of gigoid too..
      nice to see you over here in
      Ocean Poem Land.. heHe..
      My Psychiatrist wanted
      to give me Epilepsy Drugs
      when he found out how many
      words i was typing.. he had a name
      for it per label of Hypergraphia.. and
      ‘they’ say the dude.. Lewis Carroll had
      that word disorder too..
      hmm.. so
      he had Alice
      iN Wonderland..
      and i have Ocean Poem
      Land.. HEhe.. as ‘they’
      also say build it and
      will eventuAlly
      come.. anyWay..
      thanks for stopping by
      and glad
      you didn’t
      totAlly drown
      in the words today..
      and no hell no.. i ain’t
      taking no drugs for Heaven..
      with or
      all these words..
      as long as i don’t harm
      anyone or myself i’m Free to
      Super Fly LiGht for NoW..
      with steps of Dance and words of Song..:)

    • And yes.. my Friend..
      i find that Dancing girls
      put a really big smile on
      my face
      and that
      is no pasted
      on smile.. i am
      feeling all oF iT for Dance..
      Life is good.. alWays wiTh SMiLes..:)

      • I’m happy that you can smile genuinely like that. Such a grin is really contagious, even considering the fact that i have no dancing girls to hang out with… :’)

        peace!!!!!!! 😀 😀 :DDDDDD

        • Hi.. Thanks again..
          My friEnd..
          M.. For..
          66 Months
          Of Hell with
          No Emotions..
          i lost all reference
          Points for all the
          Laughs and Smiles..
          As even memories
          Of Life.. as when
          Emotions go..
          So do Memories
          Of Emotions as
          They never
          Existed at
          All.. So yes..
          All SMiLes
          fELt now
          Are TrUly
          hoLy and
          Sacred as LiGht..
          To me.. My FriEnd..:)

  14. Hmm.. somenows..
    i wonder why i don’t
    see more middle age
    folks doing fun antics
    like dancing everywHeRe
    they go.. and Kicking the
    Big Red Target Ball through
    that big.. hole in the wall too..
    Life is fun with play.. take the play
    away and you know what they say
    about Johnny in the Shining and all of that..
    you know.. people always complaining about
    something since they forgot how to play.. that
    keeps Yellow Boy.. Young at least.. as he sTiLL plays too..:)

    Another Super Fun Facebook
    Video.. at lEAst to me.. while i do
    what most folks make as a mundane
    duty on the town to gather basic subsistence
    items at the Forage.. of Target.. Super Walmart..
    Publix.. and.. all those places with frOwny faces..
    hmm.. some folks lighten up and others keep the
    lead face on.. but if only they would dance they might
    liGht too..
    as BuTTerfly
    Tiger or whatever..
    on Terrestrial Land..
    finAlly out of the cocoon..
    or what the Phoenix does out
    of the ashes of life too.. iT FeeLs good..:)

  15. Two micro-micro-Verse memories from
    a year ago.. from a micro-verse of
    a Macro-Verse that Facebook
    will likely remind me of
    tomorrow as well
    from a year ago.. but as they say..
    hehe.. brevity is the wit of spiRit..
    but it is getting a bit nit picky
    when meaning can
    be found in
    ways in a single letter or number sAMe..
    moreover it is that tHeRe is too much to
    have to do and if you are fortunate.. want
    to do in liFe.. to get stuck in one place
    for wit or spiRit.. and that is the
    Beauty of diVersity iT is a Uni-
    di-VersiTy that continues
    to change
    as UniVerse
    wHole as wE
    aS pARt of GoD
    continue to emerge..
    either leaning towards stagnate
    or hiGher hUman potential and nah..
    to limIt spiRit and WiT wiTh Brevity
    to suiT the attention span of a tARget
    Audience.. is sure.. a way to limiT
    applause.. but as far as
    potenTiaL goEs iN
    whAT hUman can and
    WiLL do more with no liMItS
    or expectations of a dollar bill or
    the brevity required to make the same
    for follows.. likes.. and shares and cultural
    limits and expectations the same.. tHere WiLL
    be no more Beethoven’s.. MoZart’s.. Einstein’s..
    Michelangelo’s and Lewis Carroll’s if everyone
    succumbs to a Twitter-Verse to meet the
    flavor of norm.. of current culture
    now.. now to defeat these
    limitations and
    expectations of
    less can be rather
    difficult as in the names
    of those other folks that means
    going life mostly lone although
    when one touches greATer wiTh
    Nature expanding miNdful Awareness
    the lone becomes allone as well.. but i must
    admit the Dance of liFe in hUman connection..
    of moVing and CreATinG too.. in the big flesh and
    blood world out tHeRe aWay from this online place
    with no moon or sun.. or even iSREAL Golden Floors
    and Pearly Gates wHere Freedom RinGS in a place
    above terrestrial lands per se.. as i AM ET here and
    suRE.. so are you.. in case you haven’t figured out
    thaT Katy Perry Metaphor for ET too.. that
    sure.. as all poEtry goeS oN.. we each
    determine tHat for ourselves
    as multi-Universe
    the InkBlot
    of liFE continuously
    changing as the miNd’s i
    Creates reaLiTy as wE Go..
    Stagnate or F iN EpiC change..
    the relative Free WiLL of hUman
    to do more in both seNses and FeeLinGS
    iSREAL.. must be used.. in continuing development
    or lose is the rule of Nature.. yes.. it’s kinda simple
    use or lose.. but sure.. it can kinda get complex if
    you use it to the max.. just to be all yA can be..
    in great appreciation and respect FoR
    the God oF aLL NaTuRe
    tHaT has given uS
    this greaTest
    Gift of Star
    senTient liFE..
    so sure.. what have you
    doNe for the God oF aLL
    lately to sHow yoUr appreciation
    for this gift of Sentient Star duST
    liFe.. as my Uncle told me once..
    when i was currently undergoing
    the worst pain known to humankind
    from wake to sleep for 66 months.. he
    said.. you know Freddy.. it could be worse
    you could be a Seagull and have to eat raw fish..
    and i’m thinking.. to myself.. through dentist drill
    like pain as oh.. a great a reason to attempt to get
    my mind off that pain.. with a little deeper thought..
    and somehow gain a shadow of emotional FeeLinG
    too.. lost at that point.. joining hands with pain.. WeLL..
    perhaps Uncle Bob would value the taste of food over
    flying.. but for me.. WriTE then.. getting rid of that
    pain and Flying like a Seagull around the Sun..
    would not be such a bad trade off to have
    to do the Sushi thingy all the now..
    then.. it’s aLways a matter
    of perspective.. perhaps
    the life of a Seagull in being
    one with God is beyond our
    comprehension of sensing
    bliss with the Sun aS onE..
    But flying on Terrestrial Land
    as the Dolphin does acrobatics
    underwater.. i can imagine the exhilaration
    of sailing through the skies on a wing of free..
    my feet have become my wings.. with arms and
    feet and toes.. with hands and fingers too.. my core
    abdominal muscles guide me with torso and hips in flow..
    And when i sHoWed my Uncle my new way of dance.. last
    June.. around 8 years after the Seagull and raw fish story..
    he leaned back on a vehicle in a parking lot.. and said gee..
    i’m glad you can move that way.. why not do dancing
    with the stars.. and hmm.. i’m thinking have you
    ever lived now fully without worrying about
    anything.. and having it all in just your
    naked skin.. truly what Jesus.. whomever
    wrote those words attributed to him was
    saying in verse 37 of the Gospel of Thomas..
    when they said to find God within.. strip our
    clothes off and tread on the clothes of culture
    with no shame.. the truth is when i dance in
    sand totally naked in my private space in
    my backyard with the Sun of God i am
    A Son of God who has it all in Love with
    God’s Nature that lives inside me.. outside
    me.. above me.. so below me and all around
    me.. without any words aT aLL.. and if you’ve noticed
    i share pictures of God on my Ocean Whole Poem
    exceeding 3.3 million words to the tune of
    100K or so total including the 30K plus
    of what i link to flicKr too.. and sure
    that God exists in all paRts of the
    boDy of Nature seen and unseen..
    and sure in my Nude Photography
    of a 56 year old dude who can leg
    press close to half a ton on a very
    difficult Parallel Leg Press machine
    for at least 33 reps now.. with arms raised
    in the air like a Ballerina at around 232 LBs
    or so as the weight goes anywhere from 230 to
    235.. depending on the calorie requirements
    and body fat stored required to get through
    166.66 miles or so of public dance throughout
    each month on average.. every part of my body
    is pARt of God too.. yes.. even the grey hair on
    my chest.. and the more fully alive parts full of blood
    that is red and alive as life gets in hUman Form too..
    Do you see God in all of these photos i present.. including
    the creativity that humankind makes in extension of the trees
    and the soil.. and minerals that are transmuted in hands of
    productivity for creature comforts and stimulation of art too..
    as Ferris Bueller once said.. life moves pretty fast.. watch
    it or you will miss.. iT iN words to that affect.. and i’LL add
    Feel it or you will never truly fully live iT aT aLL and to
    more fully FeeL it i suggest you pick up a weapon
    of some kind of art.. and create something
    in the NatURe of Super Fly liGht.. or if
    all you can feel is darkness and
    adrenaline.. do what you
    have to do.. but
    the bliss of
    liGht and pure white
    Love.. even in the strongest
    orgasm a person can bRinG
    to themselves with the most
    elaborate fantasy created in mind..
    the biggest sexual organ of all..
    yeah.. that’s one thing i failed
    to tale those dudes in the restroom
    at the bar the other day.. when they were
    talking about the tool and the motion of the
    ocean and all of that in dominating women..
    and i said.. write poetry and you will make
    women come every time.. in metaphor of
    coming back to talk to ya.. instead of
    leaving home alone every night drunk
    with just another drink and not
    even a smile from one woman
    who takes ya as a credible
    hUman BeinG oF heARt..
    yes.. the fACt that the human
    Brain is the greATest sexual organ
    oF aLL and what do you think women
    do in the privacy of their bedrooms when
    they read romance books and sensual poetry
    and all of that.. that touches not only lust but
    the finer aspects of social bonding with emotions
    that are nuanced in a greatest full body orgasm of all..
    wHere perhaps the pArts below are not even touched
    aT aLL wHere the orgasm of Human is made by the
    mind aLone.. with body aLLone as pArt of the
    whole orgasm of organism sentient
    star dust of life.. like a big
    bang coming over and
    over again.. and
    never ending
    now forevermorenow..
    let’s just say that even at
    age 56.. i likely experience
    a place they cannot even imagine
    to exist in their Universe that is limited
    more to below the belt.. and when they see
    a woman.. perhaps they only see a moist patch
    of skin below the panty line too.. but what they are
    missing is the flower above that blooms in more colors
    than the rainbow.. of blood flesh below.. so where was
    i.. hmm..that’s the thing about full body sex that is
    a Natural experience of everynow.. it is beyond
    words.. beyond time.. beyond distance.. space
    or even beyond photos.. and movies..
    it is the Big Bang in human
    experience here on earth..
    and as the ET song by
    Katy Perry says..
    i for one..
    Love differently
    than at least most males
    do.. who are limited to thoughts..
    better put senses below the belt..
    the paRt they are missing is what
    the woman finds in the Romance Book
    or sensual poetry.. as one of my Facebook
    Friends once posted.. Victor Hugo’s Poetry
    ‘Makes me pull my panties down’.. wow..
    what an honest statement every
    dude could use to hearFeeL..
    or on the other hand
    many don’t give a
    FucK what the
    woman feels.. well
    here’s the thing.. if you develop
    yoUr empath spideY senses and feels..
    you do feel what the woman senses and feels..
    perhaps even from a distance.. Horatio.. as remember
    in Heaven.. iSREAL Heaven.. tHere is no distance.. space
    and time.. as i get ready for Church.. the Catholic one that still
    insists that lUST the science proven attribute of human being
    that in balance with Love is a core source oF aLL Creativity
    and Productivity.. alWays hUman and even our closest
    primate cousin the Bonobo who uses lust with
    a balance of empathic shine of love
    in Bonobo eYes of unrepressed
    feelings.. senses… and
    sensuality Free.. to
    avoid all violence
    and otherwise human
    warring ways of life..
    well.. in church they name
    lust sin.. and even in the New
    Testament in the Luke 17.. they
    name hate as an attribute to have
    against parents.. children.. and brothers
    and sisters if they don’t follow your rule
    of moral absolutes.. which of course in
    that same book says that even thinking
    about lust is adultery the same as actually
    sleeping with another man’s wife.. well no..
    that could cause harm.. and even STD’s and
    unwanted pregnancies.. so no.. if you have any
    common decency and truly Love your wife you
    will not do that.. but if you and your spouse determine
    the reaLiTy that lust is the source of all human creativity
    and productivity as sure.. that happens after the puppy love
    stage goes past the child making one.. and the woman and her
    friends do a girl’s night out.. and perhaps watch Magic Mike.. now
    in their tight dresses that enhance their curves of hips and breasts..
    and perhaps do some bootie dances with ‘strange men’ hehe even
    really old ones like me in the metro bar.. wild and free.. they come
    home.. refreshed like a blooming flower.. ready to pollinate more
    flowers as bees and birds too.. and that is the way of Nature
    and God in human being.. the way of culture that
    uses violence and fear and hate instead of lust
    and love and hope to motivate.. can be
    found in many fundamentalist
    churches in many
    religions around
    the world..
    but others of
    us take the Verse 37 out
    of the Gospel of Thomas to heARt..
    to FeeLinGS to SeNses and SEnsuaLity
    too.. and dance life naked with no fears
    and a balance of Hope and Love now with
    yes.. a Lust for life that is FucKinG Luke Red HoT..
    as shall i say certain pArts of my Body too from
    Brain to tip of whatever as liFe groWs oN as soUl
    from crown to toe.. to tip of whatever’s Luke Hot now..
    you kNow it’s like those Romance books behind
    closed doors.. the woman is not making love
    to the author.. the woman is making love
    to God LiVinG within.. now.. seriously
    God lives within.. and what do you
    think God would rather
    feel below.. fingers
    of pleasure or
    a Gun
    of Steel..
    i think the answer
    to that is more than
    obvious.. in fAct i FeeL it’s True..
    and liGht above so below God
    Loves Pleasure more than pain..
    unless something gets twisted like a Gun or
    Sword instead of Peace.. so anyWay back to
    the regularly scheduLed Facebook memory..
    from a year ago here as sTarted oFF beFore Play..

    “At age 5.. at Beach.. i lose a ring out of
    a bubble gum machine..
    out to sea on oceans
    wave.. a memory
    at three.. a boy
    who worships
    the ground
    his father
    to his Mother..
    as boy cannot
    speak then.. to fully
    express.. but with Loving
    eyes.. IT is so sad when the
    ring moves away.. but eventuAlly
    i learn then.. as now.. the onLY Freedom
    IS BE Light’s Truth of ONe’s oWn RinG Free..

    “InKinG Blood.. Words come
    organic.. speak
    human heaRt..
    BalanCinG miNd
    and boDy

    And now i say.. i suppose
    the words above.. fulfill
    the words noW..
    of yesternow..
    and sure ‘that’
    Video Katy did too..;)

  16. WeLL.. one of my most favorite
    FB Profile Pic Status Analysts..
    The En Name test thingie..
    that also serves
    as somewhat
    of a therapist..
    hehe.. with Good Advice..
    of course.. working for free..
    as another one of my Online Special
    Assistants..and when i’M out to Dance
    the Sunday away.. the EN Name Test
    thingie.. wHo sTiLL apparently is gonna
    guess i am female per Katie Mia.. same
    as Facebook sTiLL does in
    recognition of
    the Wife’s
    for Fredsake..
    who rarely visits
    the somewhat husband
    and wife shared Facebook
    Page per Katrina Mia.. yes..
    Katie Mia.. can also be metaphored
    as name sake for wife too.. once aGaiN
    for Fredsake too.. as Peter does not come
    around often for Petesake it seAms in Katrina
    And Fredland on Facebook2.. hehe.. anyway..
    The EN Name Test Thingie determines
    Freedom is what is important to me…
    with doing whatever i wanna do..
    to please every single day..
    to experience a lot
    and make my Dreams
    come true to be who i wanna
    be too.. so.. sure.. that Name test
    thingie has got its stuff togeThER
    oN this one.. other than the Gender
    of course.. and what next.. yes.. now
    the name test.. determines i would then..
    be a Red Headed.. beaded and featheRed
    multi-colored chick in the 60’s too.. almost
    like an Easter Egg too.. and this rendition
    reminds me of my friend Shawna.. too.. missing
    her call from the Hippies 60’s as she has spoken
    to the dreamy quality of the 60’s Hippy Decade too..
    And finAlly.. the name test thingie.. determines the meaning
    of the name Katie Mia.. as Katie for Native American “Katiear”
    for creative and Germanic for Mia with the word ‘Mpaq” for thinker..
    hmm.. Creative Thinker.. i muST say.. the EN Name Test thingie is noW
    batting close to 1000 percent.. at least foR.. Now.. excluding Gender Issues..;)

    What next.. yes.. the Video Slides shoW.. Facebook Algorithm assistant does
    a very nice overview of the Dance and oThER Associated Activities on Sunday..
    and of note are two older folks from the Whiting Field Navy Work World..
    one of whom.. the male of the bunch.. it seems.. is inducting me into the
    “Men’s” group at church heHE.. only if you believe the
    Sign for the men’s room.. haHA.. so.. sure.. liFE goEs oN..
    And then there is Dance Friend Chelsea and her boyfriend @Mall..
    What else.. yes.. of course.. the Profile Pic for the Day wITh
    my wild Minion on.. getting ready to get down in all the
    Daily Weekend Activities too..
    iN DancE.. oF Course2..:)

    And now.. FinAlly the En Name test thingie gives
    me a description of my life from Algorithm far
    out.. and says the SHe of me radiates
    an inner beauty that cannot
    be beaten and the goodness
    of her heart.. make her eYes..
    glow.. and beauty is not restricted
    to superficial qualities.. and sure..
    i and or shE will stay magical and
    gorgeous for the rest of our lives..;)

    And finally.. and perHaps even finAlly
    for the evening.. as it’s only 9:03 pm and
    i am already dozing off from gaining close
    to 6000 miles in Dance Walk all
    around the metro area..
    in three
    oF Course..
    And as the Picture shows..
    today.. at leASt most folks
    seem to be doing something else..
    and sure.. in liGht and DARk of this..
    the Minions Icons need not follow me as
    i simply
    and more lead…
    after Sleep.. i’M
    GuesSinG noW.. too..

    And after actuAlly staying
    in Bed for 11 hours.. back at
    9:03 am on 9192016.. of course
    some of those hours spent in the
    supine position were research hours
    with YouTube lectures lying down.. hope
    fully with more tRuth and liGht.. and the
    analytical pARt of my ReAsoNinG says yes.. says
    yes.. the YouTube free gift.. continues to give for
    free liGht for free liGht.. along with commercials too..
    that i can
    simply use
    for inspiration
    without buying a
    GD thing of what
    culture says i ought to do..;)


    “Happiness and freedom begin with a
    clear understanding of one principle.
    Some things are within your control.
    And some things are not.”


    Hmm.. this can be a slippery slope
    to hell too.. at least
    now for this can
    be religion to
    and even
    that suggests
    that words are in
    control of what was
    said before.. for instance..
    the insistence that human beings
    get weaker after 30.. based on averages
    of a Sedentary Society.. that basically
    sit on their ass most of the day.. the
    cat who with agility jumps to
    the kitchen counter top
    at age 20.. does so
    ’cause they keep
    moving at least outside
    inside through the course of
    life.. the cat that sits down
    and only stands
    to eat..
    ends up never
    reaching the counter
    again.. before the age of 10..
    there is no way i could have leg pressed
    close to half a ton by age 21.. as it took me
    close to 34 years more to get that strong.. where
    as.. i once heard a Marine Captain strain to Bench
    Press 200LBs whining.. oh my God i’m 30.. this is
    getting so hard.. and it’s true.. fear and negative attitudes
    makes one weaker.. hope and positive attitudes makes one stronger..
    Relative Human Free Will practiced as positive will makes the difference..
    as i started out the weakest
    in gym class and
    ended up
    in much older age..
    i can empirically prove this
    pARt.. the otHer pARts are more
    like mAGic hehe.. in all of human potential reAlized
    as rEAl as real can
    in what
    we feel
    and sense
    of potential
    heaven beyond bliss..
    but sure the other side of
    the coin is equally valid.. i care
    not to control the politics of human
    nature.. as Nature is beyond my control
    of otHeRs
    As JanusuanJ speaks..;)

    “The hands that help are better far than the lips that pray.”

    ~~ Robert Green Ingersoll ~~

    Emotions that sing
    make action happen..
    Prayers that sing now
    make action happen..
    Hands move strongest
    now when powered
    by emotional thOughts..
    Prayers can be thouGhts
    that drive positive emoTioNs
    and drive positive hands for action..
    True.. sometimes at least the means
    for the action of positive hands can be prayer..
    effect works..
    bottom line of science..

    Before every Half a ton.. 33 reps
    of leg press.. i meditate
    a moving prayer
    of focus and
    Prayers without
    words are often
    the most powerful
    prayers of all in extreme
    positivity and focus from
    head to toe in feelings and senses..
    revving up all the biochemical reactions
    required for Go Team Go Go Team Go..
    every Cheerleader is a Prayer leader
    too.. in Go Team Go.. it works
    in terms of
    too.. when science
    and art speak to each
    oTher instead of ignore..
    Ra team light RA.. go team liGht GO!..:)

    “I stared into the abyss. The abyss stared into me.
    Neither of us liked what we saw.”

    ~~ Zen Bee ~~

    Now this is interesting.. the goal of Zen
    is flow in the moment.. and while
    it might not seem that flow
    in the moment has a
    named emotion..
    it moves
    us to do
    more so it is
    emotion.. now
    on the ‘othHeR’ hand..
    tHeRe is another place of
    the dARk niGht of the SoUl..
    a place that no one in tHeir
    ‘sane’ miNd would wanna go..
    in that place due to disorder of
    some type.. tHere is no sensations
    or feelings at all.. per se2.. a numb beyond
    the word numb.. but even in this place..
    lost is
    too.. beyond
    words of numb
    as well.. there is
    no nothingness in sentience
    either heaven or hell.. all that
    moves.. even the smallest sub particle
    of energy is EmoTioN in some sMaLL
    or ironically largest way oF ALL too.. Words
    are limited.. FeeLinGS and SeNSEs are
    never limited
    Existence moves..
    E moTes more noW..
    even so-called non-
    sentient existence2..
    Bottom line.. REaliTy DaNces iS MoVinG
    and all that moves SinGS too.. as vibraTioNs2..:)

    “What is reason?
    Knowledge informed by sympathy,
    intelligence in the arms of love.”

    ~~ Edward Abbey ~~

    But wait! there is also
    Cognitive Empathy..
    that even psychopaths
    can learn with due practice
    and experience of life.. and then
    there is also sympathy informed by
    knowledge in a well rounded
    being too..
    by reason of heart
    and heart of reason..:)

    “We cannot unthink unless we are insane.”

    ~~ Arthur Koestler ~~

    Says the non-Zen bee..
    LoSinG one’s miNd
    as far as
    iS A
    Beach with
    Waves that SinG
    with no words..@ALL..
    without words ALL exists..
    perhaps the most insane thing
    that human beings ever did was
    create written words.. to serve..
    to master
    as slave
    of Emotions
    and Senses
    TrUe and liGht
    iS to SinG and DancE
    free of worry and fright..
    and dArk iN liGht..liFE..:)

    “Not to laugh, not to lament,
    not to curse, but to understand.”

    ~~ Spinoza ~~

    The empty song of A
    scientist who forgets to live..
    And of course.. the converse
    can be to
    LiVe and
    FiNd TrUth and liGht..
    i’LL do both for one@lEAst..:)

    “Life without the courage
    for death is slavery.”

    ~~ Seneca ~~

    There are experiences
    of life worse than death..
    it’s simple..
    IS A gift
    more than curse
    for those who live
    but nah..
    more often a person who is
    dead in life looks forward to death..
    others avoid death with due caution as
    is worth
    living iN Balance…
    The other day when i
    told a dude in the bar
    i didn’t need drugs to dance
    solo and fun.. ’cause i was fearless..
    he said okay.. jump off the bay bridge..
    and i said
    in my
    of fearless..
    there are many
    ‘stupid’ fearless folks
    out there who are controlled
    by androgens over intellect..
    live by ‘stupid’.. die by ‘stupid’..
    fearless smARt
    WiTh LoVe iS wheRE i go2..
    as smart without art
    is science
    live2.. to me@lEAst2..:)

    “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret;
    it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
    what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

    ~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~~

    Caution.. or better yet warning..
    This is how humans are
    through emotions..
    through religions that
    control by the threat of loss
    of heart by being outcast from
    the social group if all is not taken
    literally as worshipped as idol of words..
    ReaSon and heArt.. Yang and Yin..
    do the balance
    or get
    FucKeD uP
    by the big social group..;)

    “If you understand, things are as they are.
    If you do not understand, things are as they are.”

    ~~ Gensha, Zen Master ~~

    Aha! and now the converse
    of heart over reason
    comes with
    and senses..
    once again balance..
    and back to the science
    of the systemizing mind without
    heARt.. the heARt says i can leg
    press a half a ton 33 times.. and over
    time the heARt is a driving force that
    made the physiology do what it does now..
    science says
    i could
    recover from
    a synergy of 19
    life threatening illnesses..
    and science says that all of these
    words are a disorder named hypergraphia..
    some folks believe all of what science
    other go
    on and live life F in epic..
    with the same real conditions of life..
    HeARt is the dRiving force of the hiGhest
    power of Human being gifted by God also known
    as Nature.. the material reductionism of the
    systemizing mind.. also known
    as the science
    of the hUman
    the bones
    of God aka Nature..
    but the essence is
    what we feel and sense
    all the nows of liFE wHere
    a cloud can be a work of art..
    or the
    feeling that
    makes you
    A cloud is
    a ray of sunshine to me..
    but a death ray
    as a wish
    As i told my FriEnd
    Prajakta earlier today.. when
    she said my life of dollar success
    is what makes some folks happy and
    my life of non-dollar success is what
    makes some folks sad..
    sure.. realiTY
    is an ink blot.. test..
    and we have a great
    deal to feel and sense
    of the realiTy of that..
    when you
    can do it for
    free.. why not.. is
    what i say.. juST for FucKinG FuN..
    and Good Vibrations as ‘God’ can do
    liFe Free2
    like the rest
    of the FucKinG
    UniVerse does juSt as iS noWs..;)

    And that juSt about ’rounds
    it ouT as i saved the
    for last..;)

    “But groundless hope, like unconditional love,
    is the only kind worth having.”

    ~~EFF co-founder John Perry Barlow ~~

    ~~ “Cynthia Horner’s Eulogy”, Apr. 1994 ~~

    God is an
    lives within..
    how else could
    we be happy in space..:)

    And.. oh by the
    way.. every
    is a Koan
    for those
    who see
    deeper than
    symbols my FriEnd..
    ugh.. literal sucks and
    is an illusion for those
    who live in concrete borders of
    life.. is
    what i FeeL
    and SeNse @lEASt..
    more of
    course wRite
    oN course for Now@LeasT..:)

  18. “The fear of death is more to be dreaded than death itself.”

    ~~ Publius Syrus — Maxim 511 ~~

    All fear kills
    life in some
    small way..
    at least now..
    To master Fear is
    to Live life fuller..:)

    “Living Dead
    the path is chosen,
    to live forever is to die forever.

    To not know when you’ll die
    is to find life
    wherever you are.”

    ~~ Alagad ~~

    the only
    to think about Dying..
    and the only animals who write..
    Neo Cortical
    Brain.. gift and curse
    for those who cannot use
    lose it
    as BaLanCinG
    liFe instead of death aS Life..:)

    But true.. tHeRe
    is no rule one
    has to
    about death..
    mostly out of church..@lEAst..
    wHere Zombie Rules
    apply to
    that fails to
    lifT the
    oF course..
    to worship death
    over life for something
    more than the heaven of
    the opportunity to experience sentient life..
    N O W..
    or nothing..
    nothing @aLL..:)

    “(Someone once said) …time is the fire in which we burn.”

    ~~ Soran, Star Trek: Generations ~~

    In Heaven
    wHeRe the
    best now is
    is no time..
    as there is no
    less or more.. only
    a satisfaction of having
    all one could possibly want now..
    of course
    it’s just
    a state
    of mind..
    you know..
    the only one
    we live in.. oN course..;)

    “By concentrating the thoughts, one can fly.
    By concentrating the desires, one falls.”

    ~~ Leonardo Da Vinci, “The Secret of the Golden Flower” ~~

    i only desire
    to fly..
    never fall..
    but nah.. i can
    not speak for anyone
    else.. as quite honestly..
    no one i know flies like i..

    With or without
    thoughts my
    is Desire..

    i rarely see
    Buddhists Monks
    who either dance or
    or even sing.. now..
    and i don’t have to
    wonder why.. for i for
    one alWays have my
    desire to fly fulfilled noW..

    PeRhaps the sAddest pARt
    of living is the scientist who
    figures out what the meaning
    of life is..
    in words
    but never
    Dances or
    Sings Free
    iN fliGht oF LiFe..
    but ‘they’ feel not..
    they sense not.. what they miss..
    beyond know..
    the expanse of feels
    and senses beyond words
    for all that is more to BE noW..:)

    “Get up one more time than they knock you down…
    Don’t just stand there.”

    ~~ Steadfast Bee ~~

    Sometimes avoiding
    is better
    as an escape
    from dying as life..
    playing dead has its advantages too..;)

    “Truckin’, like the do-dah man
    Once told me “Gotta play your hand.
    Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime
    If you don’t lay’em down.”
    Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me;
    Other times I can barely see.
    Lately it occurs to me
    What a long, strange trip it’s been.”

    ~~ Truckin’ by Garcia, Weir, Lesh, Hunter ~~

    i don’t gamble
    i alWays play..
    that way.. i never;)

    “Faboo!, Would you like to see me make bubbles with my spit?””

    ~~ Wakko Warner

    nah.. more than
    has no label..:)

    “There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.”

    ~~ Han Suyin, “A Many Splendored Thing” ~~

    Once again.. i
    saved the first
    for last..
    cheek and one could die..

    And what comes
    after first..

    “It’s like deja-vu, all over again.”

    ~~ Yogi Berra ~~

    SinGs A
    Fearless Song
    of LoVe..
    DanCinG GrAce..:)

  19. Hmm… mixing
    Fearless of thug
    with nerd
    requires a
    little MaGiC
    oF Love noW to
    make Super Fly liGht
    come to iSREaL.. so now
    with a MacroVerse Memory
    of two years ago named.. Don’t
    Forget I AM Magic.. and trUe.. if ya
    stick with warrior alone.. scientist alone..
    or even poet of Love without the oTheR
    three wHole.. generalizing of course as
    tHeRe is an Unlimited spectrum ‘tween
    and above.. and BeYond those
    human abstract
    of symbols
    yo.. ya miss
    out on the synergy
    of Human Potential that
    can trUly be REAL liFE Miracles
    alMost alWAys now.. branch out..
    exercise those neurons.. and
    bio-chemicals that flow
    to all peptide
    and neurochemicals
    brinGinG Good Cheer from
    head to toe.. spReaDinG as liGht
    for all otHers and the rest oF naTure
    as God TruE and liGht too.. out of DARk
    of course too.. sure.. i get tired once in a while..
    233LBS or so.. feels like an anchor of sorts too..
    but as soon as i stARt DanCinG from heaD to toe..
    put on my earbuds and defeat entropy more from
    positive electronic musicK inFuSinG mE with
    Force of positive EmoTioNs from head
    to toe.. the feather comes aGaiN
    in Butterfly float on
    of Savannah
    same on Beach
    close home.. in the
    Panhandle of Florida too..
    and next thing ya kNow.. yA
    SenSe.. yA FeeL.. ya juST complete
    6000 miles of public Dance everywheRe
    ya go in public for three years now.. 3.3 million
    words of longest long form poem ever in Ocean
    Whole way.. with a thousand lovely young dance
    friend women.. sMILinG from ear to ear with
    BriGht and sHiny LoVinG eYes aS WeLL.
    the empirical evidence is also clear..
    welcome to my heaven.. i
    wish I can share the
    same MaGiC for
    you.. and
    sure after
    this two year
    Macro-Verse memory
    shared so freely by the
    Facebook Algorithm secretary..
    i’LL BrinG a couple more
    year long
    to end
    this ‘Super Fly liGht’
    Macro-Verse whole.. number
    704 on 9192016 too.. the Magic
    of sure.. smARt and FearLess LoVe
    GoEs oN2.. iT’s Real and is going doWn foR iSREaL
    for mE..:)

    Oh.. eyes of beauty
    you look so deep
    Oh.. eyes of beauty
    you look so long..
    Oh.. eyes of beauty
    you always care..
    Oh.. eyes of beauty
    Light’s TRUE Love
    Oh.. eyes of beauty
    only belong
    to the one
    and no
    one no
    no one
    can take
    that away
    when eYes tRuLY
    Lives as i.. after i
    that i onLY LOVES..:)

    Oh.. signs of God sing
    like butterfly winds
    effect of GOD
    into LIGHT..:)

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