Views From the Autism Spectrum and Beyond
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Dualing Banjo's of dVerse Poet's Pub
KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
New Beginnings and Endings After and Before KATiE MiA Aghogday!
Skip to content
In the Beginning tHere IS MUSICK
Dualing Banjo’s of dVerse Poet’s Pub
October 16, 2014
King David addresses the ‘congregation’ and says..
WILL praise the Lord
in even more
THERE IS NOTHING VILE ABOUT GOD’S
IN OTHERS WORDS..
HE IS BEING SARCASTIC BY
CAN GET A LITTLE
SO WHEN i PRAISE THE LORD OF ALL
SYNONYMOUS WITH THE GREAT SPIRIT
MOTHER NATURE TRUE!
DO PRAISE ALL OF IT
FROM HEAD TO TOE
TEMPLE OF GOD
MAKES IT FLOW
WHILE SOME FOLKS MIGHT
DESCRIBE MY MALE RENAISSANCE NUDE ART..
THAT IS TRULY
PRAISING THE LORD OF ALL..
IN FLESH AND BLOOD
THERE AIN’T NOTHING
EITHER FORM OR FUNCTION
MY LIVING BEING!
WE ARE ALL ONE
ALL GREAT PHILOSOPHERS FROM BUDDHA
YESHUA AKA JESUS
ASSERT THAT MOTHER NATURE TRUE
IN SO MANY WORDS!
ONE AND SAME..
ALL THE ABSTRACT SYMBOLS
WHERE THE ESSENCE
ALL THAT IS!
WE ARE AN EXPRESSION
CORE OF BEING
AND BY GOD!
THE SCRIBE OF SCIENCE
EVEN SHOWS THIS NOW..
AT THE LEVEL
SYMBOLS DIE LIKE THE THREE LETTER WORD
THE ESSENCE OF GOD
AS THE SCRIBE OF SCIENCE NOW
WELL IF YA ARE STILL WITH ME AND HAVE YET TO DETERMINE
i’m not a religious
am just a believer
GREAT SPIRIT OF MOTHER NATURE TRUE!
THIS IS WHAT IS CALLED EPIC
BUT NEVER THE LESS THERE ARE FOLKS OUT THERE
MORE ATTENTION SPAN THAN A GOLD FISH!
have ‘captured’ them in my ‘science projects’
Some folks learn more by instruction or symbols and tend
to express life
some folks learn more by
WATCHING OTHERS DO IT!
LEARN MORE ABOUT
AND OH MY GOD!
EVEN THOUGH THIS POST IS GONNA EVENTUALLY COUNT
THOUSANDS OF WORDS BY THE END OF IT!
AND THAT’S THE PART THAT HAS ALLOWED ME TO
LORD THAT IS ALL
ALMOST 2400 MILES EVERYWHERE i go NOW
ALL THESE WORDS TOO..
AS THEY FLOW BOTH
IN SPIRIT AND
ARE NOT SOMETHING
SOME PEOPLE CALL IT CREATIVITY
CALL IT DRIVEN BY THE HOLY
ESSENCE OF ALL THAT IS
CORE OF ALL OF WHAT
THREE LETTER KNOWN AS
OR ALL THE OTHER IDOLS OF SYMBOLS
ALL IT IS!
to the topic that is same and ONE
When we lose ourselves..
WHETHER THAT MEANS
and 43 other poets
dVERSE POET’S PUB
MY MOST FAVORITE
GREAT WAY TO CONNECT
THE GREAT SPIRIT
SO WITH ALL THAT SAID!
24 POEMS INSPIRED BY THE SOULS
IN POETIC WORDS
let it ALL GO!
CONNECTS TO GOD
SO MANY WORDS AND MOVEMENTS TOO!
WHEN SHE TOO!
OF MOTHER NATURE TRUE
LET IT ALL GO
PRAISE THE F**ING
A GREAT PART OF MY EXPRESSION
IS RAVE DANCING AT OLE SEVILLE QUARTER..
‘MECCA’ OF DANCE
29th RAVE WEEK
MARTIAL ARTS DANCING
IN OTHER WORDS
MASCULINE AND FEMININE
DEPENDING ON Y0UR ‘ADDITIONAL’
UNCONDITIONAL FEARLESS SACRED LOVE
So at the End..
ALL OF THIS..
MORE PHOTOS TO COME
AS THIS IS MY
AND EVERY OTHER
NOW AT WORD
EPIC POETRY AND EPIC
‘ELVIS IS MY DADDY..
sing the body’
October 15, 2014 at 12:19 AM
THE HARDEST PART TO DO
Speaking of home.. i’ve come to the conclusion that i was right when i was young.. this is that place they forecast as heaven..
Truly imagine a world were food is abundant and never a true need is lost.. on Mother Nature…and yes you already did that.. smiles2..:)
But is it really heaven or is it really hell..
That is the secret..
Where the wise.. go back..
to square one…
and just live.. in heaven now..
and never over think anything. and just dance the dance of life..
Sad that some may not realize they are in heaven.. as at least their ancestors.. in some places like this….
truly went through hell.. to make a heaven like this…
i still can’t convince my wife of it ….
she waits.. she waits.. she waits for something better…
than is tHere NOW..
i suppose we choose heaven or hell.. and i’ll will the former.. in all i do.. and attempt to share it..
the hardest part to do…..
October 15, 2014 at 12:58 AM
i SING ALONE ALONG ANGELS2
Ahh.. yes.. i too love sacred music.. playing the piano and singing for the church choir for a decade in my 20’s.. and returning last year.. to once again.. lead the choir.. from the back pew.. but no longer joined to the now front pew choir….
i dance the week.. and reserve my voice.. to sing with the choirs of angels..
that visit the temple like CATholic church…
that rises to the sky.. among the common flats.. of neighborhood old…
i kinda liked it better when it is small.. and the choir still sings from back row
when and where no one knows.. whose voice is who!..:)
But sadly most never sing at all.. in the congregation at large…
Maybe 10 percent at most..
The illness seems clear.. the soul.. no longer lives.. alive in song!.. the best way
to connect in verbal prayer.. i know for sure.. in heart to heart GOD song of pray!
But yes.. they know my voice from back to front.. as i sing alone along Angels2!..:)
October 15, 2014 at 9:20 AM
YANG AND YIN OF ART
i find in singing.. dancing.. or even poetry art.. that for me.. and i think this varies innately with some who are more instruction oriented or hands on.. that any structure offered stunts.. the true power of creativity in me.. whether it is song.. dance.. or poetry..
not often.. or ever heard.. stepped.. or written before…
People have asked me to teach them.. or how i learn to dance..
and i tell them.. you are looking at my soul.. it is free..
and moves wherever it wants.. in step.. note.. or word…..
And there was a time.. i had none of that.. but lesson.. and sheet music in piano flow…
One day i discounted everything i knew.. and finally the notes flowed free.. from fingers too….
i guess it’s the Yang and Yin of art.. in almost everything in life..
only those.. who never have to worry about money..
can truly live in mostly Yin.. in creativity.. to explore a heart and soul… fully…
The process of human creativity.. is both fascinating and TRULY magicK to me.. and smiles.. i enjoyed your path… too..:) over soprano way.. of song…. in words as well…true….
October 15, 2014 at 9:22 AM
DANCE AND SONG OF HOT JUNGLES
i prefer the dance and song of hot jungles.. where the primitive part of my soul comes undomesticated and wild.. in FEAT of rhythm..
And whenever on the real dance floor of life.. in my local metro dance hall.. someone introduces me to the more formal style of couples dancing..
i just go back into jungle routine.. yes.. FLOW.. of Mother Nature True..
and lead the way back…
October 15, 2014 at 9:30 AM
FREE LIFE OF LIGHT
i truly think ART of all types..
has POWER to
set souls FREE…
And Billy is one lucky SOUL..
who returns to free LIFE
October 15, 2014 at 9:39 AM
AVALANCHE OF LOVE
i think the greatest thing about all human relationships is..
they are all unique connections of potential love..
and every connection of life with everyone one meets..
can be a potential snow flake of love..
Where snow ball keeps rolling
to one day perhaps…
With a whole team of Lovers.. cheering.. hurraying in the
background of Snow…wonSnowONe
October 15, 2014 at 9:51 AM
NITTY GRITTY OF POETRY
Interesting..Beat-Bop Jazz as expressed here.. in wild words of life.. remind me of the freeing spirit.. of the days of poetry introduced by Jack Kerouac and others in words of the middle of last century..
and interesting while i can certainly dance and do photography even wilder than this… to express poetic elements of life ALMOST more than fully free….if such a thing exists…
i still am somewhat reserved in words.. and can’t really get into the nitty gritty.. as in that way.. i am not yet TRULY free in words…
i suppose i should try it.. and i’m sure i could do it.. but i guess i must value the few somewhat true.. Facebook friends..in metaphor.. i’ve got left in life.. at least as long…
as i’m married..:) AND don’t TRULY hit the open road.. of song.. dance.. and poetry JUNGLE of life…;)
And in addendum.. i’ll probably live longer…
if i stay married..;) And yes.. that truly is my plan…
October 15, 2014 at 9:58 AM
CHILD’S DREAM OF MINE
iPods.. iPads.. iPHones.. Youtube.. Google.. are all evidence of the TRUE POWER of the Heaven of now….
Only a child’s dream of mine.. where music IS too expensive… to sample all of IT.. and answers are too hard to find.. in card catalogs of abridged knowledge.. in the morals of my fundamentalist town…
The child’s dream has now come true..
Truly HEAVEN IS NOW!
AND i once again..
AND WE ALL CREATED IT TOGETHER…
for those who knowNOW
how to TRULY LIVE tHere!
October 15, 2014 at 10:05 AM
A LIGHT A LIVE
To shine in all the duties IN Love of life..
from basic survival to unconditional love.. for all of nature..
is a way i see to truly shine the light of life too…
As long as the light in me.. continues to grow.. i am life…
And as long as i share that light.. in all ways it grows…
i am happy… to be…
October 15, 2014 at 10:16 AM
ENDLESS SOULS OF LOVE
This is Lovely.. and Truly the way i too.. sees the potential magicK of the dance and song of life…
Without a word.. i at 54.. go Rave dancing with the young.. in the early 20’s at local metro crowded club…
i would love to dance with anyone.. at any age.. but sadly they do not go…
And there is magicK there truly in feat of foot.. torso.. arms.. legs.. and hips.. as they synch together in eternal flow….
Ahh.. the non-verbal language.. of love it flows…
Letting It ALL go.. is ecstasy as it is shared without
there are no disconnections.. in words of confusion..
as Shakira says..
hips don’t lie…
And i always come back for more.. after going home to my wife…
The she wolf i am.. in wolf’s clothing.. to paraphrase and metaphor another Shakira song… where she too…
alone….but nah.. connecting in spirit.. to endless souls of love.. non-verbally in the realest way and oldest way…
of human connection.. in
dance and song..:)
October 15, 2014 at 10:56 AM
i WALK IN THE THUNDERSTORMS OF LIFE
Well.. i am diagnosed initially with Asperger’s syndrome.. in middle age.. changed to PDDNOS.. after attending psychiatrist finding out about my verbal delay until age 4.. and now ASD.. with the new diagnostic change…
These words do remind me of the sensory integration challenges that did occur when thunderstorms come through.. and even the change in humidity.. and all the other environmental changes with storm flow.. that overwhelmed the nuance of my senses.. that others just breezed through…
And OMG! those flickering fluorescent lights.. and those lower refresh rates on computer screens.. that truly made me want to SCREAM!
But what i find and understand now.. is that it was the chronic stress.. and trauma of adjusting to a society.. that i had no easy innate way to understand and adjust to.. as i knew not the games.. of foil and play.. to gain the upper hand.. in the work place politics of life long toil…
Trauma.. Trauma.. Trauma.. quiet trauma.. never visible to others.. but boiling in my blood.. a pain so deep.. where peace is never found…
Finally i gave up.. after it almost killed me…
And then in five long years.. of Mother Nature True.. what I also know now as GOD takes ITs course…
i dance free.. and sing free..NOW.. in love with Mother Nature.. as Nature finAlly giveS me rest….
It was culture that is the Virus..
i am NOT the Virus..AS human being..IS….
regardless of human label..
Mother Nature is once again my friend…
and i walk in the Thunderstorms of life.. Now refreshed.. strong.. born free…
yes.. Once again.. the Phoenix rises from the Ashes.. from culture’s mighty dark sword…
October 15, 2014 at 11:13 AM
WORDS THAT SEED THE DANCE OF SONG
i truly believe there is dance and song in words..
as before i dance and sing again..
there are words that seed the dance of song…
so free expressed in me…
The dream of REAL LIFE.. can be found in words…
And the REAL LIFE OF WORDS…
CAN BE found in dreams..
OF real LIFE COME TRUE!..:)
October 15, 2014 at 11:24 AM
ROLLING ON THE RIVER OF SONG AND DANCE
To me ‘rolling on the river’ of song and dance..
is a place where the glue of love of life..
IS secure.. and only bending.. never breaking.. in fear of life…
And in fact.. the emotions.. are..
true power.. emoting human..being.. social cooperative effort..
yes!.. elixir of life…
that flows.. when one lets it all go..in LOVE!
never a fear of life..
eternity now.. yes now.. in love.. of LIFE..
where a LIVE is ALL tHere is that matters…
NOW!…one as IS ONE in the Interdependent relationship of all tHere IS!
October 15, 2014 at 11:37 AM
HUMAN ART OF OLD
i love this.. i can truly find poetry.. dance.. and song.. in so many places.. so clear it seems for me to see.. that not even my wife.. can see.. at home with me…
My favorite expression of poetry is in male RENAISSANCE nude art.. a taboo.. particularly with a middle aged dude like me…
IN Today’s ways.. that still live in this way of puritanical fear…
where this particular human art of old..resurfaces with me….
But Michelangelo did it on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and no one complains…
i do it in flesh and blood…
and poetry and song.. yes.. in flesh and blood..
in flesh and blood.. of all human being.. i know of…
simply me.. in all that is.. a human being.. from start to finish..
IN FLESH AND BLOOD.. me.
October 15, 2014 at 11:46 AM
i truly too.. BELIEVE.. THAT BONAFIDE musicians/ARTICIANS play by heart.. not digitally constrained words…structured notes or steps.. and this song by Kiki Dee.. describes the way i feel.. when i dance and sing.. naked and free…
in what is
HELL YES..! DEVIL NEVER DIES!
I’VE GOT THE MUSICK IN ME!
WHERE ANGLES STOP.. AND ANGELS FLY! FREE!
October 15, 2014 at 11:51 AM
MUSICK IN MAGICK OF LIFE
i truly lose music for seven long years.. and finally sight ..hearing.. and finally words…
and one day..
the musicK in magicK of life comes back..
musicK inspires life back
Alive is musicK and so…
October 15, 2014 at 12:02 PM
GOD IS POETRY 2
Truly tHere is poetry.. song.. and dance.. in touch of human hand.. fingers.. and all the parts of humanity that make us feel inside.. and outside.. as above.. so below..
Truly the song and dance of life.. are the Electrons revolving.. golden spiraling around the Nucleus of Atoms.. the Drops spiraling around the Eyes of Hurricanes.. the Planets spiraling around Suns.. the Suns spiraling around Black Holes.. and the Galaxies.. spiraling around each Other in UNI VERSE FLOW OF LETTING IT ALL GO.. IN ALL THIS IS..
ALL WITH A FREQUENCY OF MUSICK in background..sound..THAT FLOWS WITH THE DANCE OF ALL ThERE IS WITH GRAVITY GROWS!
DANCE AND SONG!
so in reality .. YES!..
GOD is poetry 2!
And in addendum.. as the title for my next blog post.. floats like a feather..
down from heart to brain..
i am in a way.. an idiot savant of poetry.. who plays with gravity..
instead of against it.. in structured way of brain.. instead of heart.. as is
with Dueling Banjos of poetry too.. per the title of my next blog post.
i guess.. hehe..2:)
with this magick musicK too…
and yes obviously the boy in the video.. is haha!
dueling poetry is hell yes! what i do!..;)
too.. along with dance and song!…
So.. are ya lost yet..;)
When brain finAlly sees heART for what HEart tRuly is as
LIFE! WITHOUT FRIGGING INSTRUCTIONS!
October 15, 2014 at 12:20 PM
HUMANS AMAZED ME TOO
OMG! the truth is she IS FULLY LIVING ALIVE…
WOW.. when i lived as a robot..
humans amazed me too..
And now that i’m human.. i’ll do anything i can do..
to bring ‘em back
SMILES..yoUR words ring…
October 15, 2014 at 12:25 PM
FINALLY MADE LOVE IN FREE
OH! i love the piano.. and your words are tempting me to lift the cover.. and once again.. immerse my fingers.. with ivory.. and now plastic keys…in electronic way.. of amplifying play!
Ah.. but all the lessons.. trapped me.. until one day.. i set them free…
and finAlly separated from sheet music..
piano and me.. TOGETHER!
finAlly made love in FREE!
October 15, 2014 at 12:35 PM
NIGHT OF THE FIREFLY AND GLOWING DIATOM
ThEre is the night of the firefly.. and glowing diatom.. spreading in shores of gulf beach bliss…
And stars in the unlit civilized ways.. of today.. crowding out the lights of heavenly awe…
So i close my eyes.. and plug in to the magicK musicK and past.. and although the fireflies.. no longer
fly in freedom of my world.. and the moon is lost in the parking lot of life.. with stars of awe too..
Ahh!.. the Universe AWAKES IN MY BODY THROUGH AND THROUGH..
THERE is another entrance waiting for bliss.. in a room of heaven now..
and all though the heavenly sights are gone…
The Uni VERSE once again.. flows free..
in dance of bliss!
and i am now complete.. wHere the romance of yesterday…
is in me NOW! flying free on terrestrial plane
of butterfly cocooned yes..
October 15, 2014 at 10:51 PM
GOD AS LORD OF THE DANCE
Haha.. i too love to think of GOD as Lord of the dance.. and dark.. and light.. and song.. and poem..! to celebrate Love and Love of nature.. to me using any of these devices of life.. is one and same as celebrating GOD of Mother Nature TRUE!
October 15, 2014 at 11:28 PM
POETRY BECOMES DREAMSCAPE TOO
i like the part.. ‘we are in a fantasy looking forest’ as then the dance of poetry becomes dreamscape too.. and usually the imaginary lovers.. are we.. in desire.. our hearts to be.. in art..of dance… song.. and poetry lyrics that swing to the notes of life! and love..:)
October 15, 2014 at 11:34 PM
BITS AND BYTES OF DIGITAL ART
i can tickle the ivories.. and my sister can play guitar.. but these percussionist fingers.. seem not to want to fret the strings… i tried.. i tried.. but i couldn’t strum a song.. to even my likening.. with anything.. but the beat of life.. keys of ivory.. or plastic..too…in digital way..of bits and bytes..of DIGITal art!..:)of poetry 2!;)
October 15, 2014 at 11:40 PM
MUSIC OF OTHER LANGUAGES
Ahh.. Kathleen.. we meet again.. and you are last on the list one more time.. and your words here truly speak of the beauty of fall..in Ozark Autumn.. perhaps it is genetic memory.. or maybe synchronicity.. but the music of other languages.. often ring deep..in my soul too.. a deja vu.. of nostalgia of a time lost and never fully remembered..:)true…best spoken in poetry too!..;)
AND MORE WORDS
MORE FUN DANCE
SOMEWHERE AFTER 3AM!
ONE OF MY FAVORITE TIMES OF THE YEAR
TO CELEBRATE THE GOD OF
THAT CELEBRATION FOR ME
FACES THE FEAR OF DARK..
ODE TO THE dVERSE POET'S PUB BALL!
In "ODE TO THE dVERSE POET'S PUB BALL!"
Multi-Media Poetry and TRUEST Human Freedom
In "Multi-Media Poetry and TRUEST Human Freedom"
2777 words of dVERSE Poetic Response
In "2777 words of dVERSE Poetic Response"
I like to write.
View all posts by katiemiafrederick
10/16/2014 01:13:00 PM
Share to Twitter
Share to Facebook
Share to Pinterest
Dualing Banjo's of dVerse Poet's Pub
Post a Comment
Post Comments (Atom)