KATiE MiA/Aghogday: Halloween Dance Calls

Sunday, November 01, 2015

Halloween Dance Calls

Posted on November 1, 2015by katiemiafrederick

For Halloween
ME VS.. (:drum roll;)
per ‘next Facebook profile photo status thingy’…

ME.. okay.. i know i don’t exist.. but if i did..
which one will you vote for.. the ‘last one’
or ‘this one’.. and yes.. if i existed..
chances are.. someone will vote..;)

Okay.. i’ll vote.. since i am
predicting no one else will..
i think Superme is cooler..
just ’cause..
i like
the color Blue..;)

Anyway.. much more on this..
in this next blog post..
coming now before
witching hour of
Holy Eve..
before
All Saint’s Day..
named.. ‘Halloween
Dance Calls’.. for now..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/10/love-train-9-34-free-verse-nude-poetry.html

Oh.. decisions.. decisions.. decisions..
trying to determine what to wear to the
82nd Rave Dance Week celebration at Old
Seville Quarter on Thursday Night that will
also be a dance celebration of Halloween for me too..
last year i went as a mix of Superman with cape before midnight..
and after midnight.. i changed into Batman with cape.. yes..
photos still included in profile photos from last year on the
Thursday Night before Halloween for that as well..
well.. gazing up at the full moon hazy blue night..
and considering some news from the doctor
on my diagnostic report..
adding some more information there..
i think i will go as were wolf.. yes.. were
wolf it will be.. could be Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde.. but
i think i’ll just stick with
werewolf as werewolf only has issues once a month..
hehe.. and coming next.. drum roll.. on the next Facebook
profile photo status thingy.. yes.. drum roll next…;)

A LEFT PALE blue eye.. cannot be an evil eye.. can it..
hehe.. and no.. i mean yes.. the T-shirt says I’m not insane..
my mother had me tested.. per the words of
Sheldon Cooper and all his degrees too..;)

High energy
Overly good mood
Fast talking
Little need for sleep
Feelings of power

Yes.. i am happy.. happy people have high energy..
Yes.. i am happy.. happy people are happy.. smiles..
Yes.. i talk fast.. and no i’m not from New York.. both
my sister AND I.. both talk fast.. we are born that way
as simple AND COMPLEX as that…
I normally now..
experience very little stress..
so need less sleep to get all
the SH88 of life sorted out..
last few days kinda stressful
so plenty of sleep required
and received..smile emoticon..
Feelings of power..
trust me.. if one can..
press close to
one thousand
pounds with one’s legs..
25 times slowly with
arms raised in air..
NOW ON A
parallel leg
press
machine..
one might
float like a
butterly too.. on land..
but ok.. the part about
changing from INTJ
personality to ENFP
personality sudenly
in July of 2013.. additionally..
moving from severely anxious
to almost totally fearless
in a matter of days..
is strange juju..
so yeah..
something IS
up with my brain
and for now.. for the
most part it is staying
high.. but i’m in control..
and feel at ease in
side..
i ain’t going
into orbit..
not now..
and not as long
as i do ballet
and martial
arts like
dance
everywhere i go..
to keep my emotions
and senses all regulated
and integrated to stay ALL
IN
balance..
and of course
the creative
art of writing
allows me
to express..
whatever flows
over my chalice
of high energy
after
THAT..
so yeah..
i got the remedy
for bliss in the
imaginative
creative arts..
of moving
connecting
with that creativity
that makes human
life
ONE OF BALANCE..
SO YEAH.. BABY
i am the cure
for all
my
potential
Demons with the
ALL INNATE.. INSTINCTUAL
AND INTUITIVE HELP MOTHER
NATURE TRUE AS GIFTED IN
HUMAN BEING.. AKA GOD NOW!..:)

Seriously.. i wish i could have been there
for Vincent Van Gogh.. and Robin
Williams.. and so many people
like me.. who never found
the answers within
for balance
of a
HIGHLY
CREATIVE
MIND..
THE ANSWERS
ARE IN THE BODY
WITH BALANCE
AS MIND AND
BODY
NOW!..
And Kundalini
Rising.. being born
again.. and all those
metaphors that happen
to highly creative people
is the same basic
archetype of
human being
if ya wanna call
us folks like this
the so-called
chosen ones..
it ain’t
an easy calling..
but yes.. possible to
survive.. thrive
and live
so dam
alive
with
the CREATOR
GOD AS ONE FORCE
OF REAL LOVE.. MY FRIEND(S)..:)

Ah.. yes.. with Halloween..
black cat.. green eyed.. magic..
is in the air.. always white..
as fun.. for those
with treats
and sure..
fun
tricks
too!..;)

Trick or Treat.. only ‘your’ decision..
with Relative Free will.. and Yes..
Love’s WiLL always helps..;)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde

Interestingly too.. with a little
more research about Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde.. the fictional
account as such..
that story
is the inspiration
for superheroes world
wide that finally come
to life from comic
books
in the big screen
now.. but truly
it is a human
archetype of
the struggle
of the hero..
and for
me it
is AS
REAL
AS
NOW..
SMILES..:)

http://tatsbox.com/hero/

Unusual circumstances of birth; sometimes in danger or born into royalty

Okay.. so my grandfather a noted author..
accomplished Catholic Priest.. swimming
in social circles with Einstein
excommunicated from
the Catholic church..
banned from
family
and friends..
and his grandson
me.. in a small
backwards
town..
the seed
of his son..
who moves
away..

Leaves family or land and lives with others

Yeah.. i did it online.. and am still doing
it online.. times change.. winks..;)

An event, sometimes traumatic, leads to adventure or quest

Yeah.. the suicide disease.. and 18 other
disorders leads to ALL OF THIS..

Hero has a special weapon only he can wield

FOR ME ‘A PEN’..
is and dancing
feats..;)
and witH
of course..
as 11
one and
one becomes
unified as
one force
H.. and
cryptic
tool..
huh.. too..:)

Hero always has supernatural help

God of course
above science
but all
natural
to me..
but still
supernatural
to ignorant
fools.. like
some scientists…

The Hero must prove himself many times while on adventure

Still proving that to ignorant
fools.. and not a personal
judgement.. just a
reality
of the
advantage
of understanding
what is GOD is
and believing
in God VS.
not doing
that..
and i
ain’t
talking
about a
tribal God
of a little patch
of land.. i am speaking
of THE INEFFABLE GOD
OF ALL THAT IS..

The Journey and the Unhealable Wound

YEAH.. SUPPOSEDLY ATYPICAL TRIGEMINAL
NEURALGIA IS AN UNHEALABLE DISEASE..
BUT THINK AGAIN.. NO.. FEEL
AGAIN.. GOD
IS SUPER
GOD..
NOT JUST
MEDICAL
SCIENCE
WHEN SOUGHT
FOUND AND
PRACTICED
FROM
WITHIN!
GOD IS
MIRACLES..
REAL MIRACLES
EXPRESSED AND
HEALED AS SUCH!..

Hero experiences atonement with the father

I FORGIVE MY FATHER for his ignorance
of not understanding
how to be
a Father..
and undertand
my similar
ignorances
in the past
as passed
down
from
that..
so there is peace
among us.. before
he passes
away in
May of
2014..

When the hero dies, he is rewarded spiritually

Well this is metaphorical for me..
i die while living and come
back stronger than
ever alive
in July
of 2013..
after being
a real life
Robot
Zombie
Grinch
heart
spirit
and soul
for 66 long
hell months..
yes.. there is some
stuff in life much
worse
than
just
one
death..
AND REAL LIFE
HELL IS JUST THAT..
A GIFT OF DEATH
IN LIFE
TO
REALLY
RESURRECT
FROM LIKE
BUTTERFLY
FROM
COCOON..
NEW REVISED
VERSION OF
ME.. PROOF
2.0..
FOR THOSE
WHO KNOW
ME BEFORE
IN THE
know..;)
‘you’
know
who
you
are.. winks
now again..;)

Ain’t life amazing..
i am proof God exists
and no.. not the first
proof and not the last
proof by far.. there
are millions
of folks
just
like me
now walking
the earth..
and we can
feel each
other through
synchronicity
ways.. and hell
yes.. of course if
i tale this all to a
psychiatrist they are
gonna label me as manic..
delusional.. and HA! perhaps
even psychotic.. but here’s the
thing ‘Horatio Psychiatrists’ and
other scientists of black and
white material reductionist
thinking.. like a box of
labels with no substance..
in God’s world there are
NO limits or expectations
or books of religion
or psychiatric
science and
other science
books now
that can
limit those
with eyes
of GOD..
and ‘WE’ will
do anything
and everything
to continue to submit
and serve God as soldiers
of Relative Free Will and
Love.. the Power GOD gifts
to those who find
God within
them
and do stuff
that no one
else has
done
before..
without this
higher power of
GOD fuller employed..
utilized as such
and
practiced
more fully
in everyday
now
life!..:)

And here’s the really
cool thing about YouTube
and Google and all that
online stuff.. i can
pull up all of what
i do with a link
here or there
and prove
it in
real time now..
for the naysayers
of life.. and i’ve
done it.. and instead
of a debate.. a real
logical debate..
i have
just
been
deleted
and banned..
but let me tale
you this.. i always
leave something behind
for folks to
think deeper
about..
before
i or ‘they’
go.. now
or then..
yeah.. remember
the weapon of
the pen and
wit
my
friend(s)..
it ain’t nothing
new.. but with the
tool of online..
bigger
and better
than
EVER BEFORE
LIKE A ‘6 MILLION
DOLLAR MAN’
PEN
iS COMinG
REAL
NOW..;)

Some folks speak or write one
manifesto in their
life..
example..
my friends
Jesus.. Buddha..
Muhammad.. Lao
Tzu.. and
many others..
i write
them all
now..
all days
now..
like
i said..
BIGGER
THAN
BEFORE..
but no delusions..
misspeaks.. or
revisions..
i can prove it
ALL COLOR
in black
and
white
too..;)

And ‘you’.. can you
understand that
no matter
what
i do
i cannot
lose.. in
eyes of
God..
and truly
it is the same
for ‘you’ whether
witting or not..
in the
REAL PLAY
AND GAME
OF GOD’S
EYES
AS GIFTED
IN US
AND
EXPRESSED
AS SUCH NOW..
IN DARK OR
LIGHT..
IT IS
ONE
TEAM..
AND YES
ONE CALLING
DARK OR LIGHT..:)

i think there is
a song for that
too.. by ‘my friend’
Lorde.. another
one of ‘US’..
as ‘Ripley’
says..
BELIEVE
IT
OR NOT..
IT IS REAL..
AND TRUE..;)
TRUST
ME
OR NOT..;)

‘Beautiful Haiku’.. ‘Suzanne.’.
and I agree with your deeper meaning
and thanks for reminding me about the fact
it is the third Supermoon this year..
As above so below all things
and meaning interconnected
for those who see more of
all that is..
There is no rule in life
that need be hidden in the eyes
of all that is AKA God.. Smiles..:)

I believe in magic.. smiles..
And my wife is my own personal Isis..
Whether she believes that or not.. I do..:)

Last entry from dVerse about Love Letters.. from Sara McNulty.. and inspiring..
per my poetic response to her poetry.. as illustrated now below..

Well.. i can relate to this.. as at my lowest point in life.. at age 47
my great Aunt Jettie.. twice my age.. at 94.. is my personal
Yoda then.. 4 foot 9.. 80 lbs or so.. bent crippled
body.. walker.. one step slow in front of the
other in sock feet..
but a spirit
of emotional
heart so tall
expressed as
spirit in a mind
and body balanced
so well in that fragile
body as is.. THAT IT
DWARFS what has
become of me
then
as
the
tiny
grinch
Zombie
dead Robot
heart that is
me then..
A LESSON OF A LIFETIME FOR ME..
THE SPIRIT NEVER GROWS
OLD.. A WISE YODA.. AN
IGNORANT MIDDLE
AGE MAN
IN WAYS
OF
REAL
INNER
IQ..
BUT NO
more..
Aunt
Yoda
lives
in me..
BIG SMILES
MY FRIEND..
and thanks for
your inspiring
poetry
again..:)

Hi Prajakta.. congratulations.. what wonderful news.. about your engagement and coming marriage.. and as a veteran of close to 26 years of that with the current most beautiful all natural woman in the world.. at least to me.. hehe.. at age 45.. is one of staying together with smiles.. laughter.. play and most importantly full disclosure with never secrets between the two..

And truly it takes me about 23 years to get all that done and real for now.. but the sooner the better in practice for real.. is good for me.. at least.. and who knows.. maybe y’all too.. with smiles and winks.. and hehe! too..

Hmm.. as a veteran of the United States for 55 years.. surprisingly the only places out of the state over 200 miles or so i have been is Helen Georgia for fall foliage.. passed now sadly for current trips.. New Orleans.. that for me was dirty.. and rather sad as there are so many poor and suffering folks there.. that i took notice of over the partying atmosphere..

And in the actual city of Washington D.C. the other.. third place i go to.. it was about the same to me.. and i guess living in a smaller area.. has a lot to do with that too.. for me.. that may not apply to y’all at all..:)

But seriously.. with the sugar white beaches.. emerald green gulf.. waving sea oats.. and breeze full of seagulls free.. along with the Rivers.. Forests.. and all my small town offers here.. with a little bigger metropolitan area.. with dancing and stuff like that.. a couple score miles away..

i am spoiled..
smiles.. simple
and true.. and
feel no need
to go
anywhere..
as this land
is about as
good as it
can get…
and by chance
if you do get to go to any beach
here.. the beach of Destin Florida
with small beach town too.. is about
as lovely as it can get.. and this time
of year.. still warm and sunny enough
to get a tan.. if one needs or wants one..
smiles..
but the beauty
of it ALL to me..
is surpassed
nowhere
like
the beaches
of the Panhandle
of Florida.. particularly
in the middle of the Panhandle..
spared by all the hurricanes of
last decade.. like Destin Florida
and the little ‘Seaside’ Village
that is close to there
that is the same
place the movie
the
TRUMAN
SHOW with Jim
Carrey is filmed..
a real
paradise..
as real…:)

But anyway.. hope you enjoy
it all.. best wishes and fortune
in Love.. Laughter.. and Life..
for the
two of
you with
smiles..
and hey!
Dance! if y’all
do that for play!..:)

A little time left.. before the Rave Dance begins so
off to poetically respond to dVerse Thursday open
link night.. and i’ll start with CharlieZero1..
and then head on back to the beginning
to do this thing one by one link in
order from start to finish..
note.. asterisks indicate
known sites
that no
longer
welcome
my input
where poetic
expressions are only
recorded here.. but
interestingly some of
those inspirations added
in with a little dark of exclusions
brings me even more inspiration NOW
for what i do.. in spirit of heart..
a heart that will never give
up expresSinG poeTry
of
SOUL
NOW..;)

Well.. Hello CharlieZero1.. nice to see you linking at
dVerse again.. my poetry doesn’t really
fit the parameters of dVerse anymore..
but oh.. i love to continue that
as a traveling blog.. haha..
one now at a time.. hehe..
and your poetry here today
brings many associations
to me.. as some
of us
go a little
deeper
than others
in culture.. huh..
and winks my friend..
Magick.. Six.. and where
this takes me for now..
is Baphomet.. the
cultural icon for all
that is
above so
below inside
outside and
all around
Nature
as is
for now
my friend..
and Halloween
is my favorite time
of year.. like all other
nows too.. and i do not
have a Baphomet costume
for my Halloween Dance tonight..
so a werewolf shirt will do as Pan
for now
my
friend..
if you visit me..
bring a powerful
computer and
full broad
band access
or an iPhone 6s
with LTE connect..
as this part
of Technology
is catching up
with my
brain
for now..
winks again..
i’m on a role..
one might say..;)

*Ah.. the chase..
oh.. the embrace..
claws as nails
scratch
deep
into
flesh..
what remains
is primal dance..:)

A love affair with Nature
is the first love of
human..
tools become
Love humans
drift
away
from what
they once
are as
Nature True..
to go back there
is home.. poetry
can be a step
in that
direction..
as DNA
is transformed
into sign language..
of Nature AKA GOD..:)

Well.. surely in the materialistic
world.. there is a past and
present of illusion
but where there
is human heart
the nows of
other hearts
that touch
us will
always
live
as
eyes of us
for now.. where
those eyes before
who connect to as
in heArt expresSinG
spiRit of emoTioN..
in balanCinG
miNd and BoDy..
do live forever
now in
eYes
of
us
and GOD
now JUST NOW..:)

Dark night.. moss tickles face cross road..
Oh.. the smell.. of hell splayed flesh mode..
Where pain.. ceases.. and all is paper know..
no move.. no feeling.. existence dark glows
deeper rings of Dante.. Inferno winds blow..

Bottom of pit.. never ends.. falling crawling low..
a second becomes an hour.. a thousand years oh..
please let me go.. i cannot stay a thousand goes..
on.. and on.. there is no end to darkness.. explodes..
if only a prick.. a pin.. a stab.. a fire.. numb implodes..

This is know.. no story.. it happens in 2008.. a bloke..
sad man.. empty heart.. spirit extinguishes soul.. no..
no time now.. now then is hell.. time never ends.. so..
a moral to every story.. is where a human ends row..
arise.. Ocean Flow.. Infinity never ends.. now is Hope..:)

*Consciousness of poetry
so small.. only now
reflecting tiny part
of human sung
as rhyme meter
as measure..
oh.. below..
ocean
us..
waiting..
where
poetry
sings
within
and brings
self back whole..
ancestors do this
easy.. work for we..
as illusions..
spoon
feeding
culture
takes within
away.. yes..
waiting
to come
back
again..:)

FEAR dream
real…
real fear
those
never DREAMS..:)

Touch.. all the nuances..
such a beautiful
sense.. but
alas i
cannot
touch anything
textures manmade
but silk.. without
cringing
through
skin..
Nature
bRinGs
sense..
Silk
dreams
for
me as well..:)

When Love is real it flies it sings..
When flies it sings as Love is real..
Real it sings when love it flies..
flies alone flies
together
never
alone..
allWays
ALLone..
Real Love SinGs..:)
Flies…

9:42 pm..
and it’s
time to
ready for
dance.. back
tomorrow to
continue this..
with more fun
dance photos
added in
with this
post.. sometime
around the
witching
hour
of
3 am..
after
Rave
Dance ends..;)

Back at 11:50 am
10292015..:)

Ok.. i am on a dancing rampage spree last night..
and now back to poetry writing rampage spree
for now.. for now.. for now..
Could a Raven
Sing..
’tis the
season
again.. forNow..;)

And i’ll start
with Ayala and
go back to
where i left
off on the
sequential list
starting with Carol Campbell..

Dogs and cats are Kings and Queens
of human Love that last from birth to death..
When a cat or dog sees a human they see
a caring being or a non-caring being and
respond in kind or caution..
Dogs and cats see no
age.. no gender
when Love
is giving
and sure
in subsistence
ways.. and that is
how Loving children
see their elders before
culture teaches Love is
only skin deep.. i choose
to be pet instead of modern
human.. no restrictions to
the Love
of Pets
in
human
form..
smiles..
i am paying
attention to the
last line.. my friend..
i see the other meaning..
perhaps..:)

Oh.. perfection.. the monster of human
life that limits freedoms in all ways
of life..
A defense mechanism
for fear of loss
of some
kind.. most
often.. perhaps
in my case.. a three
year-old’s.. idol of father
who leaves early
to make
more
money..
Anyway.. after five
LonG decades.. i learn to
treasure imperfection..
a flake of vinyl siding
paint falls off..
i refuse to
fix
the cosmetic
imperfection.. the same
with scratches on car.. lovely
scratches they are now.. as before
i could worry over one small one
an entire day..
it’s in the brain..
neurochemicals..
S E R O T O N i N
of trust in nature
and comfort.. truly
THE COMFORTER..
of letting go..
just flowing
and somehow
perfection comes
back as practice
and
never goal..
in Zen Art.. imperfectgion
is practiced and honored
as is..
to grow a soul
without limits
or expectations now..
smiles my friend.. and
best wishes in growing
free.. as Living Tree
never worrying
over
fall
leaves..
Winter BliSs
iS posSiBle..:)

Personal note:

Rave dancing enhances creativity… big time..
this ain’t just art it is the science of art..
THAT scientist in me will never die..
as well as ART NOW and yes.. basic
human lust.. understood.. now..
and enjoyed in moderation..
with Love for balance
with emotional and
sensual integrity..
drives human
creativity
as science shows..
to repress IT IS
a sure way..
to limit
human
creativity..
and even Love..
as Lust brings oxytocin..
the social connection
neurohormone..
in normal human
beings who
are raised
with
the hand of
Love instead of
hating repressing
emotion spanking
ways of killing human Love..
Fifty shades of grey..
or human
colors..
raise a
work of human art..
or Zombie frigging apocalypse..
as science shows empirical measures
of empathy are reduced among college
age students about 30 percent in
the last several decades..
chances are they
ain’t the
ones
who
are
DANCING LIFE FREE..
INSTEAD..
STUCK in ways..
of MECHANICAL
REASONING COG
NITION.. ONE NOW
MUST REMEMBER
WHAT HUMAN BEING
EVEN IS WITHOUT
REPRESSION AND
OPPRESSION OF
EMOTIONS AND
SEN
SUA
LIT
Y
FREE AGAIN
REBORN AS HUMAN NOW..:)

Hi KB.. in reading through the comments i appreciate
your input.. as there are many poets
who either do not have the time
to respond in comments
or truly cannot do
platitudes as
‘meaningless
small talk’
is not
something
they can do
as it does not
feel honest..
and people
do meaningless
small talk as a way
of connecting their
way.. so i understand
the value of that too..
but never the less..
diversity is the
human mind..
and with
experience
and inclusion
of other opinions
one can grow with
cognitive empathy
in understanding
different views..
however.. sometimes
the ‘tween just cannot be
bridged and one must move on..
Your poetry is wonderful.. and i don’t
mind saying that ’cause it’s true.. but
if i only tell a very few that and do
not comment on others..
i could not
rest easy
at night
’cause i
feel for THE person..
as poetry is their soul..
in my eyes at least..
so it is very rare
that i make
any comment
about poetry..
i only write
what inspires
my soul..
sometimes
short.. sometimes
long.. but w/greater inspiration
the longer it goes.. smiles.. and
ha! of course not everyone
is interested or has
time to read
it.. and
i understand
that too.. my friend..
we are fortunate.. those
of we who are retired who
have the
time
to do it..
i am
blessed
in this
way big time.. too
and of course it is visible..
and i once have great difficulty
with sociability too.. but anything is
possible to change.. even a person
diagnosed
with Asperger’s
Syndrome..my friend..
and yes.. what you
describe in your
poem.. i
can relate
to in every
detail.. in
that way of
challenge in life..
of the connection
of emotions and
language.. where
poetry has been a
medicine for me.. to
finally butterfly in real FLESH life..
in a social comfort zone of my own..
still strange.. yes.. but definitely real for me..
REAL IS ALWAYS WHAT COUNTS TO ME.
keep linking! many of us DO NOT CARE IF
YOU COMMENT
as many others
just are not
into
commenting..
they are here
FOR READING AND
SHARING THE POETRY
MY FRIEND.. DUH..
not a party or
get together..
with all DUE
respect
to
anyone
concerned..
SERIOUSLY.. OVER
ALL THE INTERNET
IS A S88KY PLACE
FOR REAL SOCIAL
CONNECTION STUFF..
but great
for PRETEND..
AND YES…
imagination
and creativity
can LIVE HERE
FREE.. without
the touchy
feely
stuff
of
HOME..;)

Smiles.. Your Art is gift.. And fair.. To share..
There was a time when poetry must be purchased..
Now.. Privilege is free… Art wins.. People in general..
No longer feel passion of Art.. So the act of sharing
Art is gift of passion and Love.. And that is
reasonably sufficient.. My friend.. Just..
To Share.. I would love to share here..
But I get few passes.. And that is
okay too.. As work arounds DO survive..;)

‘aoa Love’..

a
H.. neurons of humans connecting together
as stars.. mind.. a Universe below
as so above..
o
H.. humans as stars connecting
together on Earth.. each connection..
a new Universe..
a
Star of Love..
When stars come together
the Earth is reborn again..
as
LOVE

“Creativity is the magic
of taking two totally
different
associations
and making
a new
vibrant
creation..
-Quote by me
and..
kinda what God
does with Star
dust
and
US..;)

There is energy
of Lust in that
video that is
like atomic
energy..
at
least
for
males..
and honestly
per human nature
truly set free..
for many
females
too
who
ARE
HONEST
ABOUT WHO
THEY ARE
DEEP WITHIN
AS LOVING
SENSUAL
CREATURES
NOT EASY TO MISS
ANY MORE IN THE DANCE HALLS OF
WOMEN LOVING
EACH OTHER
MORE
THAN
MEN..
no surprise as
emotions and sensuality
must mix to GET THE JOB DONE
OF
HUMAN
SUCCESS
AS BEING..:)

i for one GET THE
F*KinG JOB ALL DoNE
AND YES
IT IS
FUNKinG
FUN.;)

The TRUTH WILL
SET YA FREE..
– paraphrased-
as reported words
from the real dude
named Yeshua.. aka
Jesus..;)
trust me
there iS good
reason why he
HUNG around
prostitues..
Lust..
likely
in pArt..
generated
the sermon
on
THE
MOUNT..
SERIOUSLY
GOD DOESN’T
LIMIT GOD
OR HUMAN
BEINGS
FROM
BEING
WHAT
GOD
MAKES
HUMANS
AS
FREE
IN
BALANCE!
that’s all Jesus
iS saying really
then
and
NOW..
get
it
BALANCED BACK AGAIN..
WITH CHILD’S EYES
NOW..
LOVING
IT ALL
AS
REAL..
it’s reAlly
like resurrection
NOW.. in heaven now!..:)

AOA LOVE.
period

Okay.. the pill of rave dance for creativity is
wearing off a little bit.. so here is a booster shot..
and remember this is a science project.. a case-study..
in how to improve human creativity..
i measure it by minutes.. and quality
of output in many ways..
advantage goes
in balance
too.. to
Scientist
and Artist
BALANCEasONe..

Seriously.. isn’t it obvious by now..
that God too.. is both
scientist and artist..
architect and
ORACLE
2..AS ONE..
AND SERIOUSLY WHEN
they say god is a mix
of divine
feminine
and male..
It is Art that is
feminine
and
reason
that is masculine
butt the error is in
suggesting that both
of these qualities do not
mix in balance in all human beings
who are not repressed or oppressed
in ways of human sensuality and emotionality..
As above so below.. inside.. outside.. all around..
The answers are clear within.. sought.. found.. AND practiced NOW..:)

And seriousLY.. i don’t mean to sound grandiose.. but truly.. all things considered.. the human potential.. fullER explored.. is A grand way
of living life in Heaven now.. for those who JUST
do seek it.. find it.. and live iT NOW..
so yeah.. ‘If one of US’
means you
and
me and WE..
reference
next
song..;)

Isn’t Asperger’s.. ADHD.. Bipolar..
or what ever the F i am..
grand..
truly all
that matters
in the end
and the beginning
of now is how i
experience it
all.. and yes..
that is
grand
now..:)

2:02 pm.. a dance
with Nature
in sand
is at
hand..
back
later
at ya..;)

A couple of detours
and back at
4:37
pm..:)

Been there done it..
i can relate to
the emptiness
that is pain
greater than
any emotional
or physical pain
as real.. and yes..
out of black hole
can come another
Universe that attracts
much force.. providing
it reneWinG.. not everyone
gets to go to hell and heaven
in the
same life..
i suppose
it is a privilege
after a curse at least
of
REAL..:)

There are different kinds of broken..
and different ways of never
being put together..
particularly
in social
abuse..
either young
and with parents
or older with
peers and
significant
others..
but there
is hope..
when there
is no hope..
as long
as heart
beats..
feling
or not..
from my experience
in life worse than
death..
i have
to say
miracles
ARE
POSSIBLE
no matter
what
‘they’
say..
but no.. when one is dead inside
there are no platitudes of saving..
wait
is in
healing..
just wait..
but it never
ends when
one is
theRe
DEAD
now..:)

Human.. a being
to connect.. Nature
a beauty.. but no
humans without
connections..
human with
humans.. no ability
to connect.. lonely now
nature with or without
the moon’s light
howling
never
reaching
them
oh..
darkness
no light..
wolf
song
solo
long…:)

A little time left to write..
before the Xxtreme martial arts
and strength training begins at my
favorite Military Gym.. NAS Whiting Field..
where close to a million dollars of equipment
is waiting.. that i selfishly purchased just for me..
before i retire.. with government money..
well not really.. tens of thousands of
folks have used it since 2007.. and it
is dam sure government money well spent..
for warriors who don’t sit on cell phones..
while training warrior hearts.. as strong as
heart can be as a soldier for freedom..
that must be fought.. when REAL FREEDOM IS AT STAKE..:)

Truly all cats
are ‘Rumi’
spiritual
guides for me..
and the lesson they teach
me best.. when they do leave..
twenty years for our last Arthur
Cat who is my first noble avatar
on Facebook.. before i literally
NOW become.. YES..
human again.. yes..
the greatest lesson
they teach me is
to continue
Loving Living
all of Life..
UnconditionAlly
PASSiONATELY
AND TOUGH NOW..
as life is precious
and there
is no
reason
to waste
any of it..
DOING what it
takes to survive..
and thrive alive..
i am a cat now..
warm
and true..
smiles..
lovely
inspiring
‘Rumi’ words..
my friend.. Bohirose..:)

With affairs of the heart and body..
as mind.. the body knows
and the
heart
feels
different..
but the body
is the heart too..
so the confusion
is deep
below
and above..
where balance
becomes strong
and
travels
knoWinG
FeeLinG
a temperature
in the middle
of
being NOW
Free WinGs
Air
Now pleaseS..:)

To name Love
is to honor
the reality
of it NOW..
to reinforce
what truths
within..
so what
is written
will become
done as well..:)

Oh.. the adversity..
oh the challenge
of the first
cold.. the
frost the
freezing..
and truly
most of what
WE see around us
in terms of tools
is a result of
that challenge
of ice.. adaptation
and change..
skyscrapers
fly on
4 inch
screens
of iCE..
and FiRE..:)

CoiLed Rose
NautiluS
GoLden
spiraLinG
soUl..
creaTion’s
now patTern..
colors flouRish
iN diverSiTy reaL..
wheRe onlY hUman
dead roses attempt
to stay the sAMe.. leSson
In coLors oFpatTerns..
GRoWinG NautiLus
sheLL.. creatiOn
iSbeaUty
and
worth
leaving
behind
treaSure
ever more NOW..:)

Life.. Passion Fool
underdog cartoon
character.. over
eat flows.. river
needs.. Strong
Nature.. Force
alive.. liVinG
inside.. now
worldculture
Tool.. NOW
fire inside
plays life..
no
day
rest..
mouse
toys
cat
plays
beat goes on..:)

Ah.. yes..
nouns fill
INgaps..
Verbs
Live
iS
NOW..:)

*FloWer now
bees.. color
Sun..glows
Azure sky
sings..
birds..
treasure
Nature
bRinGs…
uSslow..
come
back
home..:)

TGIF..
where
lovers hold..
recreating
work
week
dark.. oh Light
of weekend.. you
give me pleasure..
but wife she bRinGs
ALL
warm
and TRUE.:)

She fills my
tree of Life
as i insert
Katrina
in
the
empty
spaces
of my heArt’s Tree..:)

Thanks now for the
inspiring words..OBTW..:)

i suppose the
most endeaRinG
pArt of poetry
is it is
a soul
that cannot
be ravaged
by the
winds
of
age..
so now
that paRt
of her now
lives again
in your eyes
of poetry that
remember the
greaTEST lights
of
her..:)

Well.. the truth is.. for my father
in Law Enforcement for
46 years.
some things
one just cannot
overlook.. like
family
and
a need
to survive..
It’s a prison
in some places
where children fail
Love.. and that has no
color or hoodies.. it is
just
a lack
of Love..
and a vicious
cycle with
no real
b
Eginning
or end for now..:)

I think poetry
is a great
way to
release
the jazz
in minds..
Lord knows
if word count
is any indication
my music is now
one big head or
13.6 online
bibles.. hehe..
therapy of
words
grow
flow
Live for Now..:)

7:07 pm

for now at least..;)

Back at 9:29 am
10312015

The best thing about coming to terms
with one’s weaknesses and strengths
and really really accepting themSELF
and not hiding
themSELF
is
a
REAL PERSON COMES
TO LIVE.. and for a ‘REAL
PERSON’.. there is no jealousy..
only happiness for the joy of
others.. and accomplishments
as well.. and there iS a further
step of the potentiality of
one Tribe.. where
all accomplishments
are seen as one
ACCOMPLISHMENT
AND that is where
the genius
of
the boy
who creates
FB does shine..
There are drones..
There are Queens..
and there is US
that can
be
WE..
smiles..
but i am a
Queen that
makes
it
easy
and i
am DRonE2
THAT makes me we..;)

Oh.. SATURDAY morning..
and the 32nd entry on dVerse for poetic responses..
and this makes the 12th for Facebook.. hehe.. and FB
is an acronym for Facebook.. as of course one
must refer to the original poetry
for full context of my responses here..
but it’s kinda cool to me..
without the full context..
as REAL poetry is always
created as a multiverse of
potential meanings.. otherwise
it will be concrete and just science.. and does
anybody on Facebook give a flying F.. about poetry..
sure.. it’s a big.. big.. world out there.. and one
big enough now with Facebook FOR ALL FOLKS TO CONNECT
to at least one person in this world.. no matter how
strange or FABULOUS THEY ARE..wink emoticon.. for now…:)

Out of reply options.. down theRe..
but thanks for the visit.. other Mary..
to A ‘Kat of All Trades’..
as a poet i fit nowhere
on line or offline
and i take
great
pleasure
in the treasure
of being different my friend..
and as i remember your last
name is Bach.. and that always
reminds me of one of my favorite
poet novelists.. Richard Bach..
and truly
he forecast
my life
in that
Jonathan
Livingston
Seagull
my friend..
as a seed to grow me..
there is always a place
to soar higher as long
as
free exists..
and at least
one bird is willing to
KEEP on FLYING DIFFERENT..
as i continue to do that in poetry
dance and song.. like my hero Apollo
SeA
GuLL..
oh and there is that other Bach too..
i also compose classical
piano music..
but carpal
tunnel syndrome
cuts that short..
so i now
continue
to play
with
words.. steps.. feat of feet.. art come me..
and keYboard sAMe sOng.. long.. for now..
no limits.. expectations.. for Human Nautilus..
now anyone can do it.. if they JUST believe..
never give up DOING iT.. NOW.. just NOW..
Oh.. and Happy Halloween.. endless colors
endless costumes..
endless humans
play
now..:)

Smiles.. poetic responses to more responses..
and here is LUCKY 13.. as the number
i select for all these 40 or so
poetic comments
to share
on Facebook..
if i exercise
my full potential
on Facebook the
algorithm will
determine i cannot
be humans as.. has
been the case with
both Facebook and
Google before.. so
i water me down
there to
stay
afloat
and connecting
alive.. hehe..
on this HALLOWEEN DAY..;)

It ain’t easy being THIS
DIFFERENT BUT GOD
IT IS SO
DAM FUN..;)

11:13 am..

i
must
say..
living
as
robot
and artist..
madness
is Magic
and Magic
is Art.. now..
and woman
is more art
than we men..
but.. with great
effort men can be
art too.. or perhaps
if iT is just not repressed..
but anyway.. the first time i
see my future wife.. over 26 years
ago.. i see magic.. sitting there.. and
yes.. even then as robot.. she sees me
as madness at first.. but then.. there is
Love and Miracles.. to come true.. now
Magic lives with me
and in
me
too.. and yes
madness as
Art too as well..
smiles.. my dark
haired dark eyed
friend Zee.. probably
a good guess.. huh..
and i am sure you
will be magic
to someone
soon..
with the madness
that makes ART real
as well as Human Love..
and happy 20th birthday..
obviously you have an
old
and wise
soul.. most
certainly for
that age.. Zee..
and if that is
your real
name
up there
on the ‘to card’..
that is a delightfully
magical name to
go with the
song
you
have
here too..
namely ‘Magic’..:)

From Friend Rafiah’s Facebook Page..

Well.. Rafiah.. i cannot cheat on music.. and there is plenty of time to listen to YouTube too.. so no going to Wiki for that.. as i have the real thing.. and Chris Issack.. is a great emotional singer.. his songs are more like those of old.. and here is a good one.. about a crying heart.. and that reminds me of your last blog post too.. smiles again.. in general.. but not specificAlly to
song.. full theme..
of song.. linked below..

Human empathy is a lovely attribute.. a quality
that Rafiah excels in emotionally and us
humans do really
appreciate
as the innate
kind of Love that
‘normal’ humans
share to get by
to survive..
and
yes..
to thrive alive!..:)

Yes.. stay pumped my friend.. music is the force..
along with human voice.. yes.. and dance..
that pumps us up..
and allows
us to
continue to
grow as spiRit
expresSinG heArt
for now as Human
FULLER SOUL..:)

Smiles.. Adrianna.. thanks so much for dropping by and your positive
attitude sings a happy song.. yes.. new experiences.. is a great
way of looking at the unexpected delays in life and other
bumps in the road..
i meditate
when stuck in
traffic…
in fact
i don’t
really
meditate..
i just breathe
and enjoy
the
air
as air
is free..:)

Hi.. my friend Lifeconfusions.. when it comes to my wife and i..
truly it’s the beauty and the beast from outward appearances..
but when it comes to temperament
she is the drill
sergeant
and i
am the
frigging grunt..
life is funny.. conFuSinG
yes.. but as long as we can
find a laugh in all stuff
WE WILL BE OK..
WITH
A SMILE..
my friend Zee..
thanks for stopping
by and Halloween post
coming later to celebrate
IT
ALL
WITH A GROWL
AND A SMILE..;)

Again from friend Rafiah’s
Facebook page..

‘Nobody loves no one’
Someone Loves everyone..
oh i love that song.. WICKED
GAME.. and yes.. now still.. truly
it explains the shades of grey
and colors of the
human condition..
God is mysterious
and so are we
humans..
the play
of life
is strange
but best of all
unpredictable
AND REAL..:)

OBTW.. i just finished watching the entire Youtube video..
i never see it before.. and no.. not appropriate to link here..
for sure.. one of those proxy thingies.. you speak of..
per Pakistan.. of course..:)

From friend Ashe’s Facebook
page.. another super nerd
like me..;)

Come dance with me..
i’ll make you forget everything..
without even a sip of wine.. but
if that sounds scary.. i guess it
ain’t good vibes.. but hey.. ’tis
the season.. for all of this..;)

Oh my God.. and an in-law
finally makes her way into my
blog.. from niece
Candy’s Facebook
page.. from
Katrina’s
family
of course..

I see flying birds in your pupils..
but i am a student of art..
And to me the hint of
disclothsure tales
you accept yourself
and that is the
real beauty
of selfies..:)

OH.. and in case it is not crystal clear..
you look very pretty in that photo..
sometimes my compliments are not clear..
Katrina can tale ya all about it..
huh..;)

Okay.. enough writing.. time to dance
IN the sand BAREfoot.
before family inlaw
event comes at
2 pm..
back at ya..
whomever ya
are.. later..;)

Kite of Love
flies high..
goes
low..
comes home..
strays there
stays here..
Real love
ties..
never
ends
heArt
stRinGs
True
Sail Love Kite..:)

Well.. i am about to step
outside.. the sun
is now shining..
but come
back in just
now to
see the
33rd poetry
link at dVerse..
and this for me..
is perhaps my
favorite
response..
as i never know
what word of
expression
will flow
out of
my
fingers
next..
Spontaneous
Stream of Consciousness
writing is what i do..
no different
truly than
what some
call the woo
of automatic
writing.. with
ghost inside
the machine..
some folks call
it a holy spirit..
some STUFF iS
inherent and comes again..
My grandmother does it with
a pen.. in her bed.. eyes
closed.. almost blind..
crippled up then
in her 80’s..
starting
in her
70’s..
on yeah.. and
she starts painting
then.. no less than
‘Grandma Moses’..
i do it at 55..
starting
at 53..
with a keyboard
that flows
through
fingers..
i haven’t started
painting yet.. but
as my grandmother
shows.. ART NEVER
AGES.. NOR DOES
SPIRIT
WHEN
STILL GROWING
AS EMOTION
OF
heArt..
in mind and
body balanced
S O U L now..:)