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..;)
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..:)
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..:)
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..;)
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..:)
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..;)
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..:)
Well.. now past the last minute of Holy Eve.. 12:04 now.. on All Saint’s Day.. 11012015 but i
like one’s anyway..
what can i say..
And yes.. i guess while i like the color blue
The modern Batman does go into darkness like me
for about five years or so off the big screen too..