Jar oF liGht AnD DArk heARts

Hi.. Victoria.. thank you my FriEnd..
for wading down through around
240 photos.. and 16,666 words
through the main post
to comment
here this
evening with
nice words of appreciation
again.. and a pleasure it was
to link your nice “To My Friend”
poem as My FriEnd is one
of my favorite phrases to
say.. as of course
friends are
important.. noW
and oh my Goodness..
we have been thigh high in
jars around this household for
the last couple of weeks as wife
Katrina picked about 50LBs of Pears
off a farm.. earlier this month.. and has been
happily canning away with jars over a week
now.. the smell of pears is everywhere with
every kind of Pear concoction one can
imagine.. it seems.. so i am fresh
for pear prompt
and liNks Now..
and jUst scanned
the prompt to see if you
are linked there.. no Victoria
yet.. but will be finding your next
offering soon to reciprocate.. as rarely
do i fail to reciprocate social communication
in mutual appreciation but being reTired witH
a wife who allows me to be Peter Pan basicAlly
allows me the opportunity to be friends with everyone
as any Peter Pan child at heart would love to be.. so see
ya later friend.. and hope you are having an awesome night
as i am sure your children are getting ready soon for the new
year of school.. if they are not already engaged in homework yet..
ugh.. no
for me..
free art..
iN SonG and poEtry
Dance as Pan SinGs
a free SonG of FoRest noW..
and speaKing of rest i have done
about 111,000 words in the last
three weeks and am just about
empty of words.. but no.. now
i changed
mind zooomm..
i wRite oN noW
as streAM of consciousness
wriTinG just goes goes goeS onoW..;)
Hi.. my new Friend Victoria.. thanks so much
for coming by again.. and yes.. real life calls..
sMiLes.. and tHeRe is no creativity greater for the
human species than raising a family and dedicating
as much time and effort to that as possible.. hehe.. and
back in the days when i worked even with just a wife and
no children.. the only thing i had creative energy enough for
was playing a little snow boarding game over and
over on the computer.. before i fell asleep
either watching/reading the TV or the
paper as stereotypical
i guess of back then..
50’s male head of the
household bread winner
thingy.. but sadly.. i wasn’t
creating anything really.. not even
a generation of adults to come.. something
was missing my friend.. with workaholic me.. that
died somewhere along the line.. and it was my heARt..
mY SpiRit.. and my personal best fRiend the self of mY soUL..
i thiNk and FeeL that it is great that you are directing more of
your energies to what raising a family demands.. as once again..
tHere is no greater love i can imagine than doing that mY friEnd..
my wishes are for you to have continued great success wHeRe Love counts..:)
WeLL.. theRe’s a prompt
at dVerse about Jars.. and yes..
Jars or any prompt will do for a perSon
with Imagination and creativity with no limits..
But Jars isn’t exactly enough prompt for me to go
go go.. to stARt now at 12:12 am on 8162016.. so i’LL
go anotHeR route now of walk this way.. yes.. the
experience of being a human primate IS
A wonderful way of life..
particularly when
your miNd
and BoDy
iS fully BaLanCinG
and yA float like a Butterfly
and can StinG liKe a Bee if need
be.. and paRt of the art of my Nude
photography is assessing empiricAlly
how my body in form expresSinG the Art
oF F Y i.. in essence yes.. GroWS as form
as nows go by.. and in many ways preventing
the entropy of essence of heARt and Spirit
and mInd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl that is all
too recognizable among my peers who i now and then
meet up with at the mall benches who are now sitting
sitting tHere rotting until the game goes off.. wHere
only mirror neurons get a nuance of the art of MoVinG
ConNecTinG and creAtinG liFe off of juSt a flat screen
wHere one lives vicariously in the direction.. production
and actors of someone else’s play.. that is very sad to me..
and in fact back in my Old Health Science Major days that went
along with my other two degrees of Anthropology.. and Social Sciences
Interdisciplinary a full 33 years ago.. in double Bachelor of Arts Degrees
and single Bachelor of Science degree in Health Science then.. in a class
for exercise physiology and the massaging and other therapies that go along with
that.. the teacher spoke to Rolfing.. otherwise known as deep tissue massage for
folks who don’t even move enough to feel tHeir own frigging body much and that is
really.. really sad when they do not have a disability that would allow them
otherwise to move and feel the ecstasy in a dance of life from
head to toe.. of truly in FeeLInG and SenSinG way tHere
is comparison to anything that lives
just in symbols
of head..
or vicarious
life in only
mirror neuron way..
a major reason why i am
so dam happy.. is ’cause my
body is finally tuned to walk
whatever way it chooses to do in
balance without even any thOught required..
as truly the body is mind as much as the head
is mind when ya use the whole dam thing.. so anyway..
tonight at the gym.. my young college pre-med student
friend who is a nice Pacific Islander girl who works there
asked me for a link to my poetry site.. and i only
felt it appropriate to say no..
as it is a military
and people
talk and
all of that..
and i do not take
any chances of folks
Bringing me down by suggesting
i have some kind of nefarious intentions
away from epic art from head to toe as
free and passionate as it can go..
so.. i told her no.. as i did
not feel she would be
open to that as
some folks
are and
some folks are
not.. some folks
can see the human body
as art and others see more
nefarious intent in a free expression
of human sensuality from head to toe.. now..
and that’s okay.. as long as all is consensual
in restricted links.. where art is for choice and
not by force.. as it is kinda a touchy subject to do
this art.. but here’s the thing.. i have no guilt about
my body.. as many people do who are uncomfortable in their own
skin and that is one of the saddest parts of life.. i too know all
too well as for many years.. i didn’t even feel comfortable enough to
be at ease even standing in one position tall and straight when in close
proximation of other folks.. which of course is pARt of the Autism Spectrum
conditions too.. but use it or lose it applies.. the human body has a great
deal of potential in neuroplastic and epigenetic adaptation if properly challenged
in environmental struggle.. so i use my body wHOle in MoVinG connecTinG and creaTinG
art aS well.. and when one’s whole body and aLL iTs Functions move and float easy
like a butterfly on land.. fearless is what comes next..
as being uncomfortable in one’s own skin..
is a major dam source of generalized
anxiety.. as it is the body
that gets anxious
as the brain
is numb
even to
a pin prick
when worked on
as open brain surgery
will do… the body keeps
score of all we do and sense
and feel.. and we have the greaTest
opportunity for heaven now.. when the
body does become a temple of God and Nature
essence sAMe.. wHere we become free Lions
of the Savannah now.. walking
this way free
never lost
again in our
own skin.. so sad..
so sad beyond sad now
as liVing thriVing noW
flesh and blood.. iSREAL..:)
The trusty Facebook Algorithm provides
a quick video/slideshow rehash of the photo
journey of my work-out last night.. and ends
at a photo of multi canning jars for more and
more of Katrina’s Pears for a coming Jar prompt
from dVerse i am doing my best to get red hot
inspired for.. but at this point the most
i can relate in inspiring way is
Christina Perri’s song
named ‘Jar of
Hearts’.. so
surely that will
be a theme
song that
for what
is to come
until then..
of HeARt foR noW
of course.. wRite
on course as
695 continues
of Ocean Whole Poem..
SonG of mY SoUL STiLL
approaching 4 million words
and under the eclipse still of
the approach of 12 million total
words since Thanksgiving day
of 2010 when this whole writing
exploration started in the Birth
of me in E-Land getting more into
full gear when i added my baby photo
with bright eyes and smiles on Christmas
Day of 2010 in hopes of regaining the rebirth
of my soUl that came to much fuller fruition on
July 22nd 2013 with at the end of February of
2013.. a worded spark blogged as perspective
of my soul.. on March 10, 2013 in KATiE
MiA/Aghogday Google Blogger Blog
as such in Witness for the God of
All online of course spreading
world wide wherever the
words go next.. and
getting that
magic meaning
of life number 42 in
months.. specifically for
that on the turn of 911
in 2016 in September
way then.. with 6000
miles of dance in
close to 3 years
coming a little
later than that
but whose counting
hehe.. maybe by the
equinox and birthdate of
my conception too then..
around the 21st or so.. and
yes consummation in pre-marriage
way too with the Goddess Isis incarnate
now.. hehe.. as the metaphors for poetry
that really shouldn’t be taken always literally
not unlike the much smaller Bible that i have
already exceeded in 14 times of length in total
words online.. and oh my God 140 times in length
past of Kuran size with its very limited vocabulary of
only about 2000 words.. so the it’s going down for real
moveS on
iN SonG of
Words and DancE
oF Life as well.. just
reminiscing baby like
a Jar of HeArt come back to LiFE..:)
And speaKing of HeArt as another micro-micro verse of Micro-Verse of Macro VERSE of Ocean WHOLE poem starts here.. kinda how the UniVerse works ya know in whole form too.. free style verse in Uni-Verse style2 of course.. this photo here is not one of
Yellow Boy in a cat carrier for the vet.. this is
Yellow Boy’s Son.. who interestingly came
up out of the woods on Christmas Day
of 2012.. shortly after that Mayan
Winter Solstice Special Day
of 2012.. and i gained
some affection for this
cat as my heARt was trying
so hard to come back.. same
as it was doing with Yellow Boy
and Moby cat too.. and sure2 Arthur
the Noble inside outside cat too.. and
Sunny Boy here was injured by the 6 LB
wonder Oreo Cat around the block.. who was
not even afraid of human beings and would stand
his ground with them.. yes.. scrapped up our Sunny
Boy friend here tearing the skin away from his head
that is not visible in this photo here.. and so sadly when
the Vet checked him for wildlife feral kitty diseases.. he
came back positive for Kitty Aids which is even
worse than Feline Leukemia.. and the
doctor suggested putting him down
so he would not infect all the
other neighborhood kitties..
and would surely go down
hill fast with his
and it was so
hard to make this
decision for me that
a breakthrough came and
i had one tear for the first time
in over 5 years.. when this photo
was actually taken in early April
2013.. and for the first time after
that in the gym my legs felt strong
and i realized it was the absence of
my emotions that was making me feel
weak from head to toe for all those years..
IN PRO-SOCIAL WAY.. resilient as a mama
Grizzly Bear in human form to what will come
next.. and sure.. when you have emotions you
can take this for granted but when you lose them
all bets are off.. as when you lose them there are
not even any memory of emotions ’cause memories
of emotions are literally emotions too.. so zilch zero..
until they come back and if you wonder why folks
who they call emo.. who have lost their
emotions cut themselves and such
as that you will never understand
until for whatever reason
you.. yourself.. lose
your emotions
and scream
to God
Please help
like Lazarus in hell
without a drop to drink..
as even my worst pain known
to humankind.. Type Two Trigeminal
Neuralgia from wake to sleep like a dentist
drill in my eye and ear with no novocaine was
preferable to the numb death alone of no emotions
for home of heARt.. SpiRit and soUL DEAD IN LIFE..
YES.. they offered to block the nerve in my face.. but
i refused as the potential for paralysis of face could
come and Jesus F. iN Christ i already could not
feel any emotional affect in my face.. so
it was already F. iN dead enough in
life.. so yes.. i take the
Jar of bLack heart
by Christina Perri
serious.. oh so dam
serious as a real life
Dark Joker might say..
back then at least in HELL FOR iSREAL..
but now heaven sMiLes as i for iSREAL2..:)
Lion King Disrobing!.. Macro Verse memory here
from two years ago.. and next time you make
fun of a stripper.. yA might consider that Jesus
as reported in the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas
of Jesus literally promoted stripping your clothes
off and treading on them with no shame as the only
way to find God within.. and sure that likely means all
of cultural clothes too.. but like all gospels of Jesus it was
written decades after he died in Greek writing.. later translated
into English way in the 1800’s when when fragments were first
discovered in the Dead Sea Scrolls up to this verse 37 about
the stripping then.. and all 114 verses were recovered in
1959.. and in this version of the life of Jesus.. there
are no frigging myths about a resurrection
or healing blind folks or bringing folks
back from the dead.. that was obviously
added in to sell the story as all marketers
emotionally hyperbole their goods.. as we
all see in spam online too.. ugh.. just got
some on twitter.. and yeah.. some dude from
Africa thought i was Katrina hehe.. and wanted
to friend me.. and the first line was hi pretty..
and i told ’em hehe.. no pretty here.. just
a full grown dude martial artist.. and he
acted duh and said what??? so yeah..
i am employed by the real God and
work 24/7.. ain’t got no time for
psychopathic leaning
folks in either a meat/
meet market.. or
money making
trust me..
they wouldn’t wanna
see me really now go
off and turn some tables
as all of it would go flying
everywhere like a round table
of Wookiieees going off.. hehe..
so wHere was i.. yes.. these are the
same Jar of Hearts like folks as Christina
says in bLack way who are just hoping to
score some bucks or some God dam flesh
for use.. for use.. and using without no soul..
but again.. often they know not what they do
as having no soul.. as i know all too well from
losing it before.. after two years of constant
fight or flight stress with stress hormones
like acid on the brain and body
destroying me from head
to soul.. i wouldn’t wanna
be them.. and you
can bet your ass if they
could live one second in the
Heaven i live in now.. and had
to go back to the dead hell they live
in now.. that is just for bucks and ugh..
using flesh of other folks.. they would
scream to God now to the top of the UniVerse..
please.. please.. PLEASE NOW.. GOD LET
NOW.. and hell.. i am not kidding as i have been
to this hell
they live in now..
it is as FucKinG
real as a hornED
on coals
of tar bLack oiLed
bird of always sunk
in dead eye empty never
ever filled but empty empty
empty always looking for a
UP out of down hell now.. anyWay..
on a liGhter note for sMiles like
Megan Trainor says.. i
wouldn’t wanna
be anyone but
me and
Fredly as a few
of my bar Friends from
Seville have said.. i really
cannot blame them for literally
saying they wanna be like me2..
hmm.. there is another song for
that too.. and perhaps it’s now for that2..;)
As synchronicity continues to flow
with this post here Giver! of
LOVE TRUTH.. it’s true.. unless you really
love yourself and have empathy and
compassion for yourself all filled
up you are not going to have much
to give.. in fact you are most always
gonna look to take.. in ways of bucks
and flesh instead of giving heARt..
in iSREAL SpiRit of ExpreSsinG
senses and emotions true..
and sure that applies
equally to sexuality
too.. where the empathy
is in enjoying the woman’s
pleasure.. at least for the
man that is me.. and instead
of bang bang.. by bye.. it’s
all bout me.. fuck you and less..
and nothing really at all.. but flesh..
ugh.. one night stands are the coldest
after stands of all.. that lay in dark jar heart..
hmm.. perhaps i’m getting revved up for that
dVerse prompt on Jars too.. as i rave on here..
or is it rant.. more like rave for me in truly giving
way.. AS i am always filled up with Love baby.. got
all i need from the real God iSREAL NATURE SAME
SIMPLY with working with my God given Human Nature
instead of against the gravity of thAT and gravity as whole
as i continue to butterfly float on terrestrial land in dance
of God iSREAL.. so this ‘Giver’ movie a couple of years
ago REALLY INSPIRED me as the dArk and
light and ‘tween shades of grey and hues
of beYond rainbow colors of EmoTioNs
in all the valued nuances come free
as they do to me kNoW.. Now no
longer am i just a fact
person as scientist..
i am a full fledged
giver HeaRtist who
kNows and most
importantly FeeLs and
seNses the full value of
EmoTions and SeNses that
make Heaven now.. this ain’t
no empty play of sHells of words
in hell dark.. bent to only manipulate
others with fear for reproductive controls
and material gains.. this is the hUman
HeARt.. and SpiRit of EmoTioNs SuNG
like a Harp oF God on Fire.. in lighTed
Fred talk way.. of MiNd and BoDy soUl
from head to Fred’s SoUl.. now.. okay hehe..
laugh.. live and love.. and do play noW as heaven
IS As real as a puppy dog’s smile in eYes of Child..:)
And hell yes..
if you can.. do
cartwheels on river
front land.. as Katrina
does on the River Front
i was raised on off good old
WiLLinG Street of Down town
Milton of sTiLL way back when..
a year ago too..
in 2015..:)
WeLL.. this MacroVerse from a year ago..
is worth it to me at least..
to just see Katrina
play some more
in photos of River
Front home place
some more more more..
and wRite on topic of
Synchronicity and heARt
Jars full of EmoTioN rather
than empty bLack duSt of
Christina Perri’s bLlack heARt
Jar from her psychopathic leaning
cold bLack heart boyfriend as ugh.. portrayed
in her wedding bLack video there.. experiencing
a full range of pro-social EmoTioNs AnD SenSes
as super regulated and integrated iN the Art of
MoVinG ConNecTinG and CreAtinG ways of
heARt spiRit FeeLinG and ExpresSinG thAt
HeArt and MiNd and BoDy soUl BaLanCinG
bottom pit soUl is worth SeeKinG.. FinDinG
and alWays practicing noW.. as an aRt
of Heaven eternAlly noW alWays iSREAL
and ready to GIVE.. SHARE.. GIVE.. SHARE
AND GIVE SOME more and next thing ya kNoW
yA jusT witnessed a full 42 months for the GoD
that iSREAL.. and ya didn’t have to hang in the
streets at all two times if ya did it yourself aS one
iN the flesh world.. as online yA only get
banned for speaking to the
power of tears and heARt
as literally happened to
me last July as fully
documented still
in Ocean full Poem way..
on the Wrong Planet Website..
and then later in the Fall of last
year at dVerse they deleted me there
when the literally thinking so-called Christian/
other administrators who only wanted a real story
about change.. said my metaphor for being
reborn on an Island instead of the usual
way out of the cave.. was not real enough
change for her/him.. well what she/he doesn’t understand
weLL is the metaphor for reborn as Jesus.. is FucKinG
real and not a FucKinG zombie tale about literal
resurrection from the dead as sold as hyperbolic
marketing myth for just a humble yogi-like teacher
then who escaped the dead soul hands of cultural
camel and needle of HeARt.. SpiRit and soUL
way back then.. as this same real life story
has been told in almost every spiritual
culture to date in similar stories
like this too.. and i was just
illustrating it one more way
in poetry then.. and even after
i FucKinG spoon-fed the meaning
to those.. blind and deaf folks in
what Jesus was even meaning
way back when as any Gnostic
Gospel of Thomas reported Jesus
would too.. they FucKinG hung
me out on the streets as deleted..
and it only inspired me more to witness
for God on every God dam link for an
entire year.. with rarely ever anyone reciprocating
any words with me.. and when they do like the lady
Victoria recently has.. actually taken the time and
effort just to scroll down and say hi.. i honor these
people greatly as i Know and feel for sure if
Jesus really lived through a crucifixion they
too would have given him a drop of water
of human kindness.. as real FucKinG
humans do.. seriously i FucKinG
poeticAlly gave gifts of Love to
all these folks for an entire
FucKinG year.. and i couldn’t
find hardly anyone human enough
just to come to my place to say hi..
and i guarantee you most of it was
’cause i go long.. and go nude as
well as any real ‘Christian’ of God
wild and free will do.. and now of
course in restricted link as the Caesar’s
newer and freer laws of the land do allow
in the Good oLd U.S. oF A.. new ISRAEL
and New Jerusalem here too now.. it ain’t alWays
easy being a witness for the Real NAKED GOD
WILD AND FREE.. but the pay is Love of GiVinG
and never ever empty bLack Jar of HeArt for ME
And speaking of more more more.. well yes..
there is more more more.. by Andrew True connection
who gave it her all in MoVinG ConNecTing and creATinG
FOR otHers yes2.. as a porn star way back when.. and she had
no guilt for doing this as she was simply sharing the liGht of her
sexualiTy with others for Giving and ShaRing.. and no doubt like
the priests and pastors who make a living at getting folks to the pews
she did it in the let’s just say.. arrears too.. at times or whatever worked to
get the Loving Job of shaRinG SeNsuaLiTy dOne.. no less than the peaceful
loving equAlly God created Bonobo does with a FucKinG Jar FULL OF FUCKING
HEART FROM HEAD TO TOE.. as science clearly shows that the bonobo diffuses
all aggression and violence with simply SEXUALITY FROM HEAD TO TOE WITH
NO HOLDS BARRED FOR LOVE OF SENSUALITY that does as science shows
creates more oxytocin loving touch of social bonding when done all
consensual of course like the Bonobo does grow in peace
and harmony of Love from head to toe..
so.. you have to wonder if
Jesus came back
to somewhere like..
let’s just say a Muslim
country where yA cannot touch
a non-family member of the opposite sex until
you get sold off to sometimes non-consensual
institutionalized rape.. the REAL ISA AS THEY
SAY IN MUSLIM WAY.. per that Islam book of
the Dark Hearted Jar dude Muhammad who
chopped heads for a living and literally
raped the wives of killed husbands
in warring ways after giving them
some time to mourn
and get
for their
cold jar soul..
for flesh of domination
and dead heart eyes..
no different than the
Muhammad in now
Christina Perri’s video
except at least Christina
in this case was no FucKinG
6 year old little girl just waiting
to get consumed at 9 years old
by a pedophile then.. kinda tame
in comparison huh.. in wedding
dress raped way..
ugh.. people
are really
sick in the
head/body in so many
lying cultural environmental
ways.. they will even love female
genital mutilation in other twisted
sick so-called Loving Peaceful
Muslim ways.. and see it as self
esteem never to have vaginal
clitoris pleasure again.
as holy as such
when that
is gifted
by God for
one reason and
one FeeLinG only
and that is Pleasure
free through the life span
as such.. anyway.. Ms.. Andrea
does have a much more True connection
than Muhammad ever did.. she consensually
brought pleasure to many men and likely some
women along the way too.. that as science shows
diffuses still.. frustration.. discontent.. aggression and
violence too.. so why the FucK do you think there is sTiLL
so much frustration.. aggression.. violence.. and warring
still going on over ‘there’.. well if it was against the law over
here to hold a girl’s hand until she was sold to you by her
parents so so far after puberty.. you too.. trust me would
have frowny face everywhere you go too.. as the loving
touch of opposite sex for the majority of folks is the
libido that keeps us going for productivity and
creativity and even social cooperation too..
as science clearly shows now as well..
this ain’t rocket science folks
it is simply 1 plus 1 of
usually opposite
making a spark
of life for productivity
creativity and social cooperation
whole and the only person(s) who would
wanna cover that up is pedophile daddies
or prophets that only see women as cattle
to FucK FucK fuck to even change the
law of the land so you can have
10 sold to wives.. and little
9 year old girls to use to
use as just
for fleshly
pleasures with
bLack jar hearts
so devil and evil true..
sorry if the truth hurts but
science and history and the
present proves it out as iSREAL
sure in small pockets.. relatively speaking
still of hell over here too.. ugh ugh ugh iT sucks..
for black
jAr heArTs!..
and the only
sMiLe is i live over
here.. but tHeRe are
cries of help that i hear
that i can not dismiss as yes
as Christian Perri’s video does
say sorta in reverse.. oh my god
if only you knew it.. if only you knew
it well.. i know it and feel it and will
do every thing under the sword of words
to change the devils of evil that still buys
women for cattle flesh and little to no
heart of
jar for iSREAL GOd
of NaTuRE liGht and TrUth..
so anyWay no doubt in my mind
at lEast that ISA would likely say
FucK this sHit.. i’M coMinG back as
as ISA FucKinG Bonbobo inStead NoW..
at least in metaphor of west.. heHE.. with LiGht and TrUTh..:)
AnyWay.. he HE.. don’t know if i’LL ever actuAlly
make it to any dVerse Jar Prompt links but let’s
just say the mention of the word Jar is enough
for all of this hehe.. and even a title of the
695th Macro Verse now so far to be..
as ‘Jar of bLack and liGht heARt’..;)
Hehe.. so you still don’t believe ‘this’ is the Egyptian
myth of Isis come incarnate in New Jerusalem
of Milton.. and U.S. of A.. New Israel way..
oh ye of little faith.. and when she’s a
hundred years old and still looks
like this at 46 and 19.. yA
probably sTiLL will not
believe and that’s
oKay.. as unlike
the old timey Christian
and stIll new Islam religion
there is zero penalty from me
for believing zero of literal or
metaphor meaning from me..
and FucK yes.. sure iF i was
a psychopathic leaning individual
with political head chopping or putting
yA in prison power.. i could punish you
if you disrespected me or said you do not
believe in the metaphors and literal science
stuff i bRinG.. Jesus F. in Christ.. i could even
twist the golden rule Yogi-like Dude’s words around
and add some more.. and even go back to the old
Testament Christian lore and account of history then.
to support slavery of darker folks for a century or so
like it happened too.. or take rights away from women
to even vote.. until relatively recently in history too.. and
yes.. call entire countries evil and use some excuse or two
or more to go and kill around 100K innocent folks too.. if i
could sway the group think that way to my psychopathic
intention like those psychopathic leaning bLack Jar noW
heARt folks with little spiRit and ISREAL BaLanCinG
filLed uP sOUl stiLL do for power.. status.. green
bLack bucks.. and yes.. domination for
reproductive control as well.. even if that
now means being a sugar Trump
daddy and trading ya wife
in when she reaches
50 if you are not
so lucky to be
married to the
incarnate Egyptian
Goddess Isis.. in metaphor hehe..
like me.. at lEast in West foR noW..
and the beat goeS on.. ball of confusion..
an eye for an eye.. a tooth for a tooth.. vote
for me and i’LL set yA free.. rap on brothers..
rape on if you’re the devil in nonconsensual
institutionalized rape as dowries for 12 year
old little girls still do go in hell route in some
countries still.. Ball of hell still for some
folks.. wHere everyone deserves
to be free and make
their own god
dam choices
for consensual luvin’..
and yes.. it’s going down
for real.. young women are
being raped in institutionalized marriage
as such in nonconsensual way all around
the world.. where bLack Jar heArts thrive
to consume free and wild
God from eYes
of Love Jars
to bLack
wHole soUls
so dArk so daRk
so devil evil hell bLack..
hmm.. the way out is the
only hope i FeeL for SMiLes
from a Jar so lonely so bLack
so sad sad SonG oF God noW..:)
King of the Palm dates..
My FriEnd the squirrel..
and ha..! enough jars for
me.. a beautiful azure day..
outside after over a week iN
clouds of tropical moisture that
did cool off the atmosphere of panhandle
sun at lEAst.. but sTiLL blue sure skeYes
of yeS RinG liFe in All SeAsoNs of lifE trUe
in liGht of what it means to trUly live in BRighT
without restraints of lesser animals named hUmans
who chain God away from free.. yes God oF aLL NatuRe
Free to SinG and DAncE and Eat and yes.. choose reproductive
partners by hand instead of rule of law.. of lessor timid human male
animals who cannot find mates on their own without buying them for
sold in all the money
ways that comes
of control.. noW
but anyway.. the
year i did spend full of
responding in full poetic
expression to every dVerse link and
every prompt from April of 2015 through
March yes.. 3:16.. of then.. did come with
fruitful reward.. in my 338,630 witness and
testament of words of nature in all of that too..
in just one MacroVerse of Free Verse Novel
Poetry full named GodsUniVerseNovel3.. as
what i get to do now.. is print out 5K words a
week to share with my mother each Tuesday
afternoon.. and quite Fredly i don’t give a
FucK if no one ever reads it but her
as she was the one who gave me
life and never left my side
through all the devil
and hell tribulations
to come.. including
wife and sister of course..
the same.. through 66 long
months of earthly devil incarnate
on earth hell.. so sure.. i’ve been able
to write poetry of Love about my mother along
the way.. to make her happy at 81 years old toward
the end of her life here on earth.. to make her feel how
much the Love as her life means to me as the Love i
have grown to be in eXpReSsinG HeARt as SpiRit
sAMe as miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl noW..
and no we don’t always agree as she has
grown very conservative in her older
age years as even the most wild
and wooly male friends of
my youth have done
the same in
up pews
of Southern
Baptist church
wHere folks who are
free like me are welcome
no wHere in their life now..
but here’s the thing.. poetry is
not about getting likes.. followers..
or viewers to me.. or making money
off E-books or such as that.. Poetry..
DancE and Photography too.. is only
witness for and of God oF aLL NaTuRE
now that says thanks Nature for giving me
this beautiful gift of life to live.. share and give..
Bottom line is Life is Good when free as heaven NOW..
yeah.. and sure the photo is a little too briGht.. i could photo
shop that and edit it jUst perfect but life is perfect imperfect
jUst the
way it is
to mE.. noThing
lacKinG all that iSREAL noW..
now off to sand and sun DancE
free me and God of Nature free
with nowHere to be or do buT noW FReED..:)
Oh gosh.. been thinking about you friend..
and didn’t see this share here.. until now..
anyWay.. hEar.. hope you are
doing weLL
my deAr FriEnd
Himali.. and yes..
to Live on the Beach..
Walk it at night and then
fall asleep with the windows
open noW and listening to the
waves crash.. is not only a
place but a state oF heARt..
SpiRit and SoUl.. my friEnd
in SonG and Dance of You mY FriEnd..
and oh by the way.. juSt read Harry Potter..
the new novel at the Book store for free.. of
course.. and i thOught of you mY FriEnd too..
wHeRe DreAms of eYes Real can FruiTioN now2..:)
SMiLes.. my FriEnd Zee.. not sure iF this is auto-biographical
or fictional.. but as poets do.. often there is a mix of both..
but what i will say is.. are you sure you are not
peering over the shoulder of Hurricane
Katrina or perhaps
Volcano Katrina
too.. as you surely
aptly describe the emotional
eruptions of a heart that sings strings
as waves that ravage and tender too..
and yes.. as some scientists say..
there are 412 identified human
emotions that sway in
great tales
of life for
some and
very little to numb
in others.. and for me
at least i’d rather be burned
by fire and cooled by ice than
going along luke warm and never
much excited iN either way of liFe..
to SinG EmoTioNs up and down
and to eventuAlly only fall up
in love and never down
is quite a challenge
in a life that
is often
and so hard too..
but more than anything..
more than nothing at all to FeeL
the extremes of liFe in EmoTioNs
and SenSes is so much better than
noThinG at aLL and this my FriEnd is
what attracted me to my WifE.. the aliveness
of her ever changing Hurricane and Volcano
too.. unpredictable yes.. and always interesting
too.. as every poet’s heARt.. and Herricane..
SinGs a Romance challenging and
worth it to hop uP aboard..and
yeah.. i fell in love when
younger.. and
have met
other volcanos
and hurricanes along
the way.. but it seems that
there are greater plans than
human plans alone in mind
that so much deeper bRinG
folks toGeThEr in thick and thin
to SinG Longer a liFe of/for Love..
anyWay.. my FriEnd this is what i hope
for you.. a continuing Volcano of Love
that never ends in down and up way of LovE noW..
and you kNow it’s so easy for me to Love anyone and
everyone i FeeL in this life.. as i was in the other place
of FeeLinG noThing aT aLL.. i value love enough to love it all UP
and never
down aGain
my FriEnd Zee..
with love of course
that only feels uP and
never down so low
wHere even
demons fear
to tREad BelOw lifE @aLL..
and what i for one alWays do is
when love tires of me.. i wait and most
often it eventuAlly comes back in some way..
shape.. form or fashion.. as love that never gives
up no matter Volcano or Hurricane real is Love that lasts
Longer than the Stars that burn out brighter than Before oF NoW..:)
WeLL.. dVerse has grown quite
a bit in inspiration yesterday.. from
dark jarred heArts in what i brOught to that
now to the sound of Love
and that is the sound
of music
to me
as sound
oF air.. wind
leaves in breeze
Cold Front Pines in
North Florida crisp skeYes
of Fall cool that BrinGs hugs of
Love the sAme in short hot chocolate
respite of Love in Homecoming football
games of dreams of holding hands.. now.. have
i captured Love yet.. nah.. Love is free the Love
i kNow has no bounds of FeeLinGs or SeNsES sAMe
so much more than puppy eyes.. and rubbing tummies
together.. the Love i heAr for soUnd of Music rings from
InFiniTy loNger than Sun that burns out from Before.. as
the beat goeS On from my last SonG of Zee and her Love.. like
theRe is no break in God’s Synchronicity of Love for we whose
heArt God cAlls of Love in all of nature/culture one as extension
of God’s eyes in uS in LoVinG touch wE RiSE toGeThER never
feaRing tOuch of each otHeR aGain.. in differences that separate
uS yet can BrinG us TogeThER in a new world oF allone.. so yes..
i move on now to dVerse and leT the SonG of mY soUL aS LoVe
sPeak RinG hiGher.. HigheR and uP and a way in Rainbow eYes of More
love to
coMe to
comE soMe MoRe..:)
SMiLes my Friend.. as
Tesla once said.. there is
no muse of romance for a scientist
who is married to invention of tools..
but for artists.. and poets same
the Love muse
is what drives
and even productivity
same.. as mixing art
and science is not easy
haha! to keep the Love
SonG intact but i try to
makes sense of Love in
Song of Fire and Ice.. where
Love is fire and reason is ice..
and the ‘tween of that lasts longer
than the science and Love only of bEFoRE..:)
SMILes my FriEnd as alWays now
the best form of love is essence that lasts..
the grey haired love of grandpa and grandma
that never goes aWay in heArts of wE.. the hand
of Love that Wrinkles FeeLinGs deep and never ending
True as deep
as love
can be
in the hand
of a grandparent
who knows and feels
after a long long life of
Struggle the value of Unconditional
Love that is fearless and survives regardless
of forms that come and go in nights
of eYes as lust.. oh Love
you Sing the
of Real
and True
oF liGht..
the stars we
are inside as Love mY FriEnd..
Lillian.. nice to see you for an
evening tea SonG of LoVe iSREAL..:)
When love becomes more habit
and comfort than rAging water..
it can be forgotten and taken
for granted.. where dreAms die
slow.. of more to give.. i died in love
for so many years.. a little lust was left..
but poetry brought the romance back as i romance
God of all Nature so warm as river currents come back to life..
Love can grow in iNfinite ways oF EmoTioNs and seNses from head
to toe.. yes.. my love is passionate and alWays groWing more founded
on the
Love yes
of Grand Ma
and Grand Pa TrUE..
but LuSt for LiFe i do have two..
it is A way of aLL Social animal
cooperative liFe as certainly even
science shows now.. a healthY balance
of lust and love keeps the species oh
god so Strong toGeTher ONe noW iN PeAce and Harmoany True..;)
i suppose it startED witH stoRing gRains..
then owning humans with paper work..
and owning even more than earth
until Lust and
Love fore
into an owning gAMe..
of taKing
more than
Free.. oh.. A
deaTh oF Love
for NatUre and God sAMe..
in silos of destruction to come..
hope IS A LovE noW
giVe and time share uP..:)
Love and Grief..
dueling banjos Oak
of relief.. memories..
emoTions rePressed..
poEtry unrings trees of
heArt cut dOwn in stumps..
oF old.. oh.. to SinG iT out
all oF iT.. is to comE toGEThER
aGain whole as love SinGs more A
sound of love is simple.. A SonG oF
life’s releaf
and reLease..
Oak of LiFe StronG LovE..:)
SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. every word
IS A sound of Love when
exPresSinG beauty
and certainly
Love for moon..
Love for sKy..
Love for blUe
eYes.. gReen and
BroWn in Words can
SinG Love true with or
without explicit words that
cannot heRe thE implicit SonG
of Love words SunG in TruE liGht tongue
of words
no matter what
Love Sings when iSREAL..:)
Quick face palm here after
a beautiful lyric of poetry
song about love for moon
and the dam.. hmm..
says is that
really the sound
of love just ’cause
she did not explicitly
describe her love for moon
as a song.. as if the administrator
could not hear the SonG oF Love at all..
anyWay.. thank goodness the poet just said
it is a song i hear when i sing it as face
palm of course.. and didn’t seem to notice
that is was the administrator’s way
of saying you screwed
up as you did not
literally follow
the FucKinG instruction
of a poem prompt.. like anything
about poetry should be any less
than metaphor for more..
i replied
in equAlly sly poetic
fashion in liGht
away from down
of dArk..
people are funny..
they want you to literally
do everything the way they
read it.. until it’s time to
criticize you and they equally
do it in a veiled and dark way..
but that’s the way it goes with
control freaks.. no matter compliance
officer of physicist the habit is hard to break..
for science over the art of poetry and love the same..
as the
beat goeS
on in conservative
and liberal taste of
closed vs open minded
way of seeing the world
as deeper or shallow ocean same..
now back to the regularly scheduLed
Love of PoEtry and so God dam glad
i don’t liNk anymore to hear this
dark veiLed bullshit away
from free poetry
with no
and bounds
of science prison for loss..
of Love free as poEtry SinGs aLive..
and no
longer dead
as science of the
past so far and insame
of poetry recipes that
have been used and stagnated to death..
And ps.. yeah.. i kNow this is supposed
to be all about love.. but in the Yin
of Love ya need a little spice
of dARk to keep the
oh so much
sweeter after dARk..
in sHades oF Grey as Love..;)
After another one of the expected
administrator’s gives her the same
Bullshit.. and she thanks me
for my poetic response
in appreciation
of her poetry..
i then
say to
sMiLes.. my friend.. you
are welcome and i am
saddened that the two
administrators above from
dVerse seem too tone deaf now
to heRe a SonG oF youR words
and this is precisely why i never
link with dVerse anymore and just
poetically respond for fun.. as i am not
in this for A poet ‘business’ for ‘science’..am
in this for
noW and
noThing else..
smiles.. this was by
far the best poem i’ve
read all day long.. sAdly
some folks cannot see the
boards they bring with
eYes that see
less than
truly beautiful
poetry can bring
iN a sonG aS Lamp oF liGht..:)
And she thanks me for
my poetic words and i say
then.. further in return
of thanks..
i see liFe
As enCourAging
Thank you..:)
Hmm.. Sleep Song of Love..
that sounds like fun
it is
more than words..
sMILes and sweet
sleep SonGs of LovE..:)
SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. noW
i can’t say i’Ve heard mY hEArt
beat Now except for thaT first then
Love in an afternoon car embrace
and the SonG by Boston playiNg
‘Don’t look back’.. in ’78..
true i would
never be
quiet the
same again
aft that first
speciaL anD
as heARt of Love Race..:)
Quickie side note..
OMG.. ‘Don’t look back’
was literally the sound
of my first REAL INTiMATE
embrace as the theme song
changes from Miley Cyrus’
‘Real and True’ to ‘Don’t
Look Back’.. hehe for
oh God..
the memories..
oh God.. the shy
oF F Y i.. of then..
with Virgin heart beat Strong..
AND harhar literAlly fulfilling
the words of the FucKinG prompt
read in scientist FucKinG VIEW2..;)
SMiLes.. the sound
of refrigerator Love..
and so nice to heRE..
heARts breathE noW
As family’s children do too..
lest electronic deVices child
are heaRd over heArts child..
Now mY
SwEaty.. FArty.. snoRinG
Old man Love.. and Isis
that standS iT aLL
and oh God
the stomach
bugs and when
yoUr quiet
sweet non
talkative and
eventuAlly Devil
Zombie husband.. suddenly
turns into a OMG Good Cop
Hyde DancinG Fool of the
neighborhood from Metro
towns to cities for
30 or so miles
wide in every
the husband
goes and dances
at 56 with even sweet
kisses of forest nymphs
nice from 18 to 21 too..
in dance hall broad every week..
too young to even drink
a glass
of wine
by never
me.. anyway..
iF yA wonder why
she never gets jealous
the answer is truly simple
she knows the light and dark of me..
as Love Grows in strange ways of the
mythical magical dark and light of all my hoMe
With Isis in tow.. never aging and sinGing LovE..:)
And that’s all folks.. for now..
got dance to do and Mother to visit
and poems to share with her too.. as i
fall asleep as i always do at her recliner
home.. even with laptop in tow.. as i must
rest before store dance comes in Walmart
of Free
dance Love..:)
4:42 pm..
Hope for the best for you my friend..
on what sounds like a deteriorating
condition of your lower spine as you describe it..
and no.. it’s nothing to be not too cautious about as
Ankylosing Spondylitis.. if it were/could be this condition is
certainly potentially catastrophic in impact as our therapist
whose husband was a college athlete
in his upper 50’s went without diagnosis
and with some back pain..
was walking in a Walmart
and literally crumbled to
the floor.. unexpected..
and is now
a partial
with limited use
of arms after much
recovery now.. so yes..
good to get it checked out
thoroughly by your Doctor in case
it might be as serious as that.. happy to
see you back at any rate.. and nice to see
you writing here again.. friend gigoid.. and always
inspiring of course for more words that fluidly come
for me.. in the intelligence that knows nothing.. hehe..
as Sargent Schultz might say in German Army secret way..
for platoon hope to go with this too of course.. as the beat goeS on..
and on.. per.. as you quote.. here2..
“Don’t ask me where I’m going,
Just listen when I’m gone
And far away you’ll hear me
singing softly to the dawn”
~~ Pippin ~~
Words of last
morning before
Dawn my
“Learn what
you are and be such. “
~~ Pindar ~~
Jesus F. in Christ
for me at least that
took 53 years.. and
three more until now..
but that’s not too unusual..
the comic hero Hell Boy2
had the same comic
maturing issue too..
i am iSREAL..;)
“Whether it’s the
best of times or the worst of times,
it’s the only time we’ve got.”
— Art Buchwald
No escape..
always best to
eat drink and merry
life the best we can..;)
“I wanted a perfect ending …
Now I’ve learned, the hard way,
that some poems don’t rhyme,
and some stories don’t have a
clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity.”
~~ Gilda Radner ~~
I don’t suppose my therapist’s
husband would have wanted to
know his future at the beginning
of his last hurrah.. not knowing
is all the beauty of
life.. at least
to me too..
and hope when
possible is the tea
that steeps me higher..
’cause i can and will go higher
as long as long as be is now higher..
i’m not getting any younger except for the
essence of how i feel.. and is anything real
but essence.. ask a brick how it feels.. square
and hard.. without any doughnut feeling inside..;)
“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone?”
~~ Joni Mitchell, “Pave Paradise” ~~
i know/feel this all too well after facing it on my last
death stand several times over.. and wanting to
die more than anything in the world.. now..
i love to live..
of my life now..
and epic will be
now real lonG..
as LovE LonG
as i can SinG
and DancE
this SonG
and even
feeL iT
more now..
and heHe.. no matter what..
it ain’t goin’ anyWhere for
short now tHis is no longer
the flesh and blood world
this is online.. where nothing
rots… not even flesh.. as long
as servers.. serve it up.. for free as free
may never die another day.. in essence and
form the same my friend.. when organic enough to SinG..
and that is why i leaf sMiLes that last.. as forevernow IS A long now now..
and a tree
that kNows
no frost
iN WiNter
of killing leaves..:)
WeLL.. ‘this’ Facebook Algorithm
Walmart Super Store Dancing slide
show and video.. does reflect WiTh some
hint the inspirational bLast of dance i did toniGht..
as the 235LB.. 6 foot or so.. ballerina and martial
arts free style skills do groW on in Ocean
DancE view fLow iN ZonE.. of large
Middle Center
Aisle of the
BaLanCinG DancE
oF Y i.. and i received one
of the sweetest compliments from
the Walmart customer service lady
who does returns.. as the register
made a mistake on wife Katrina’s
receipt.. as i was DanCinG
in the check-out aisle too..
hehe.. in sure.. only
a very soft
slow moving
Tai-Chi-like way..
and the lady tales my
wife while i am all plugged
up with ear buds to the side
of the returns desk.. hi.. every
time your husband comes in we
shout with glee.. he’s here.. he’s
here no matter Winter.. Fall or Sum
mer when he comes to DancE iT’s alWays
SpRinG.. and she says.. no matter what
her stress iS.. in the customer service arena
of work.. it melts away when she watches me
dance.. and sure.. i am in ecstasy of blissful peace..
when i dance wHere iF i could sell a pill of the way
that FeeLs i could make a trilLion dollars and feed many
of the world’s poor.. sAdly.. tHeRe is no substitute for the WORK
REQUIRED to obtain the Nirvana.. the Bliss.. the Kundalini RiSinG
and Satori as ‘they’ say sAMe of the Heaven of Now.. in reborn hUman
and not that crappy putting your head under water stUFF in literal view
of old timey bible words.. it was all a metaphor for the experience of
Heaven now and only now.. and a reborn that any human and
most animals in balance already experience.. sad sad song
humans lose their way in pharmacy pills on a path back
to heaven that might only be a dance away.. with yes..
you bet your bottom smiley dollar.. with practice..
and real success of finding the heaven within
in the Kingdom of God as human nature
in we SET FREED Pan of SprinG of
i WiLL always Be with God
the Driving force free
within from smallest
subatomic particle inside all ’round..
to largest UniVerse of GoD BeYond
InFiniTy forevermorenow.. and trUly
in God’s time tHere is no time at ALL
only a white love that never ends.. like
i say.. seek it.. find it.. and practice miNd
and BoDy Balance as the planet and Sun
and otHeR stars and galaxies do jUST as sAMe
and they smoothE on iN eYes oF GoD SAME..:)
Yeah.. i got yoUr piLL wRite heAr..
it’s cAlled the Joy of DancE and SonG
as any new age Renaissance Pan
or Apollo WiLL do
when SeT FReED..
and sUre.. a shOUt ouT
goeS on to the nice young
Lady who was/iS brave enough to
directly approach a Pan oF Apollo’s
DancE and tale me perSonAlly how
much she is/was enJOyinG my Dance
of/aT Super-Walmart.. and hehe.. the
good old boys.. and often boyfriends
do not seem to get the sAMe cheap
thRiLL from watching me DancE.. and
haha.. i suppose i should derive some seNse
of comfort that mY dance is more attractive to the opposite sex..;)
And yes.. finAlly the Karmic Fisher KAt eYe(s) noW.. Now..
arrive(s) wRite beFore the midNiGhT hoUr of the 16th day
then.. of the 8th month of 2k and 16 years wRite on course..
of course.. and i have no idea what these things ‘i AM’
‘tOld’ at nows mean ‘tiLL later or much later on..
as that is how the Holy sPirit as penned
does floW wiThin.. iN ZonE on course..
of course.. onCe aGaiN.. and sUre
through the ages and the sAges..
Athlete philosophers..
poets and prophets
sAMe as aesthete
pure have risen
through ecstatic
DancE ‘tiLL the
midnight approaching
full moon that by the way..
since the Perseid Meteor
Shower has alReaDy passed..
the 18th day of the 8th month
of 2K and 16 years.. WiLL bE what
the Native Americans name as the
Sturgeon Moon.. for Great Lakes
fishing success and.. fuLL green
corn moon.. too.. and sure.. the
Holy and Sacred Dance day
for me in tribal spirit as
any old Sioux Ghost
Dancer WiLL do
by the record
of my maternal
family ancestral
roots of Cherokee and
Sioux too.. add in the second
generation on Paternal side of
Native Irish jig removed.. and a
Dance EXplosion in Human does
later and now sooner come noW as
iSReaL Pan and Apollo WiLL SinG
poEtry and DancE too.. if i can make
tHis as mythical and mysterious literally2..
with my 695th installment of MacroVerse noW
as “Jar oF liGht AnD DArk heARt” will come that
day too.. as published as such floWinG aS iN zoNE..
Ocean Poem SonG oF mY soUL.. more.. more more..;)
WeLL.. as you may have noticed bY
now the Goddess Isis.. you kNow by
now i’M hoping at lEast.. yes the iSREAL
one noW incarnate on Earth here in
New Jerusalem.. or hell even Egypt
as tHere is essence over form iN
aS GoD of naTuRe wHole.. in
yes.. the New iSREAL iSraEL..
U. S. oF A.. wHeRe at
LeaSt Isis and
Pan SinG
and DancE FReED..
yeah.. Pan is kinda wiLd
and generic.. and that’s the
way i like it heHE.. FReED
Pan DanCinG and SinGinG
for mE all the way baby.. as
Austin Powers miGht intiMate
too.. anyWay.. the Goddess Isis
Incarnate on Earth aka Katrina..
who never never ages StiLL noW at
the past age now of Adaline at 46.. hmm..
reAlly Loves the Jesus dude as presented
mostly in the Catholic Church.. but that stuff
about not bringing peace and division instead..
she thinks that’s bullshit2 like me straight from the
Emperor Constantine and his early 4 Century
Catholic Cohorts.. to establish the really cool
inherent and natural Yogi-like dude Jesus
as somewhat appropriately described
in the Gnostic Gospel of Jesus with
the same dam division words there
too.. as oh boy that tribal spiriT goEs oN
now and then too.. but never the less Isis..
the wife Katrina.. overall thInks what is left
of the original Jesus in the current revision
of the New T.. is mostly cool in his Golden
rule tool without consuming others with harm..
past required food and drink.. is pretty dAm cooL
and so do i oF course with the appropriate Golden
rule edits to BrinG the Unity of Love all the way back
to Love your enemy too.. of course.. wRite on course..
with words as swords instead of head chopping and crap like that..;)
And no no no no.. NO..
yA wouldn’t wanna uPset
the Goddess Isis incarnate
on eARth.. by dissing any pARt
of God’s Free Nature and Human
Nature free same or she will rElease
soMeThing worse than any atomic bomb..
heHe.. yes..
sHe WiLL reLease
MaGiC Fred to do All
the speLLs of hEr dirty
work to Free ALL Nature
noW of God as assistant too..
in left hand way once aGaiN
as FReED WiLL be too.. noW yass..
jUst noW.. hehE or jUSt a metaphor
or onLY the Big Dr. WHO kNows.. as
TruTh and liGht iN Karmic eye(s) Action(s)
iSREAL noWw2..;)
WeLL.. ain’t this philosophy by
Steve Paul Jobs.. the truth about
how what ‘some folks’ see as out of
the norm.. is just another word for crazy
for those who fear to step off the sidewalks
and lines on pages to do a little of life like art
instead of the science of before.. and as my recent
memory jaRring experience
poeticAlly responding on
dVerse on that sound of
Love prompt.. where
one of the very literally
thinking form mostly only administrators
could not hear the song of emotions
and senses relayed by one of the
LinKers as totAlly Natural Sound of
Love in Poetry as metaphor and
yes literal realiTy sAMe for those
with an ear for the lyrical flow
of words that do express
SonG and SounD the
saMe in Natural
flow of voice..
instead of just more
lines on a page and
and sidewalks that restrict
both the natural flow of human
language as artED in words Free..
every which way and loose on art
canvas as page and no longer school
ruLED lines.. and a full field of football
dance instead of a single track that goes
round and round like a frigging rat mill of
insame insame insane same movement
over and over and over in paint by numbers
instruction of dance and martial arts and even
Kung Fu and Ballet too.. oh the lessons of life..
you do restrict a free verse adding to UniVerse noW
oF LiFe.. and this is why some folks in the art world
have stayed away from the mechanical cognition of
electronic devices and folks like Jack Kerouac taped
pages together in typewriter way that no longer limited
his poetic stream of consciousness writing way of holy
spirit iN creatiViTy free.. as even science shows that
systemizing mind of mechanical cognition activities
can bLock that pipe of mind from expanding more
and more in all social empathic feeLing cognition
ways of life.. wHere certainly art free fLows as
river water ocean whole field as waves no
longer trapped in shores of what once
was bEforE in concrete mOlds
that KnoW and FeeL no air
to expand out of liners
as balloon trapped
in atmosphere
less than
hehe.. anyway..
i don’t roll as the square
dice sits.. i fly.. i fly hiGher than
the forms that now come BeforE..
wHere form is juSt another idol
that restricts essence new as art..
wHere words in books of wisdom
that suggest they are last of anything
are dead of God new in eYes that see more
oF God Within of Nature.. inside.. outside.. above..
so below and all around GOD FReED.. at least as west
and Whole hemispheres of mInd and BoDy BaLanCinG
just doin’ it to coin an old phrase of New.. the way i like iT..
yeah.. so it reminds me of when one of those dVerse ad-
minstrators asked me for my e-Mail back in the SpRing
of 2015.. when i was still linking and said.. to really
find your poetic voice you need to do real poetry
and shorten up your words.. and highlight
the best of what you do.. well Mr.
Form dude.. do your rEsearch
and you WiLL see that Free
Verse LonG Form Poetry
stARted the Art of this
wHole God Dam Language
sHeBanG back in Sanskrit
LonG ago.. it wasn’t until the
ruling ones.. with tight fitting
long long dresses with tops on
their heads.. and buttoned up collars
with hatted men.. did come the death
of free verse and art the same in all art
that soon became paint by Numbers in the
Victorian age way.. this is the U.S. of A… the
place Where Free Verse all can.. WiLL and DOES
survive free wHere no last made uP prophets or only
Soldier Kings of the UniVErse in Monarch way away
from God’s Natural Democracy of Free Verse Creation
stay is no longer locked uP in PriSons of BeFore wHeRe
We eYes oF GoD oF Nature RoVe and rAVe Free and heHE
even rant at nows on what we PerSonAlly noW see as disgust
in the Lines of words straight and sidewalk steps same that
take the freedom
out of the Breath
of God’s Free that
liVes within we wHo kNows
and feels and senses no boundaries
to chain the God of Freedom of Nature
within we.. to books and pages lined and
same WiTh
WITH GOD NOW MORE.. as i once
told my Muslim Friend Imran who was
quoting me the Kuran as evidence for
everything he could say about God and
the same i would tale any Christian2 who tries
to trap God in Books and words now of Idols of
centuries and millennia of BefoRe in chains and
pRisoNs of Words then.. tale me my friEnd.. tale
me something new about God.. i AM God DAM yes..
like the DAM that bLocks the free FloWinG Holy
SpiRit of God within of the same old God dAM
chained phrases.. tale mE something new about
God you bore me WitH what i have already read
a thouSand times same in mud with nothing
new to do but be boRed with your chained
God with limits and boundaries in idol words..
less than the F. iN Air you Breathe..
it’s just common sense.. it reAlly
is.. trim the grass around your
sidewalk if you like
But God’s weeds
gRow free without
the chains
of hands
noW of
prisons wHo
truly Kill the
higher potential
of God Within juSt
waiting to come out
And DancE and SinG to PLay..
Free Verse FReED.. @leASt for ME..;)
Memory from three years ago..
as quoted below and talked to above..
Steve Paul Jobs:
“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
‘Tom Foolery of LOVE’.. a year ago2..
And yes.. wRite on track HeRE in
all free a-causal connecting principle
otherwise known as God’s Language
oF Mind and Body metaphor as
Quantum FORCE unleashed and
released now as BaLancing
soUl the saMe as
with human
in mythology
and metaphor
real of deeper
innate.. instinctual
and intuitive built in oracle
of God within over architect
that stays the same in bits and
bytes of rigid minds and bodies
oh.. so sAMe too.. of what was
written bEfoRe WitH not much
new in creaTivity free floWing
iN zONe Art arT of Now..
yes.. Isis and Osiris that
of course one cannot
limit to just
one form
of past
as human Archetypes
lives innately.. instinctually
and intuitively within wE all
yes.. As God too.. of Nature..
jusT waiting to come out and
play as actor we directed by
i of self.. as I actor wiTh spiRit
exclamation point! way to express
more and more NeW creation activity
up.. up. up and away from past caves
of dArKer painted cave walls of numbers sAMe..
and if you don’t realize that the Virgin Mary symbol
of the Catholic Church was just copied by the Roman
Catholic Church and even potentially earlier as just
another local symbol of the archetype and mythology
real of the Goddess Isis.. juST do some research..
these fActs and figures are no longer censored
by the monarchy of state and church
the same iN getting at the
crux that we are all
children of God
normAlly born
sin free of Evil
as any animal of God
Bes.. and the sky is not
even the liMit in EXpanding
God’s eyes as We hiGher
potEntiAl hUman BEinGS
as we fly so much hiGher in
A Land of Democracy of God
in New ISraEL FReED.. iSReAL
even in New Jerusalem too.. @
lEAst for ME.. iN CreATiVity.. NoW..
i Play with symbols in all idols that
come that way as sAMe oF beFore..
as idols of all human abstract forms are
only idols that attempt to capture the essence
of God beYond what hUman can symbol about
all that is as NatURe sAMe GoD noW.. yes.. symbols
are alWays limiTed to Express An Essence of goD wHole..
but Jesus F. In Christ.. when you FucKinG give uP and
don’t even attempt to say more WitH eYes of God.. yes..
Jesus F.. in Christ.. pick up a weapon of Love cAlled
GOD WITHIN NOW.. or not and stay stagnate
in idols of words and books of bEfore.. WiLL
of the relative Free WiLL variety is simply
aWeSoME and AmAzinG wHen used
instead of lost..
so please WiThiN save
God by DoinG F iN MoRe..
than what came BeForE..
Jesus F. in Christ this should
be common sense but that is
what empty promises after death
and illusory fears of the same and
in life as well wiTh no iSREaL understanding
that HeLL and HeaVen and the ‘tween of
purgatory is here on this terrestrial plane
of earth noW.. and God of Nature iS
Great.. you’ll jUst have to have Faith
of HoW Great God is after you take
a dirt nap at the beginning sAMe
end of thE art
of NoW.. but jUst
remember Karmic eYes
of Action and Consequence
of NoW are aLways iSREAL..
make the most out of now.. or
die just a little bit everynow.. oh
liFe you liVE Free NoW in everyWaY
yA can and juST do that NOW.. oh Free
you live
LinE of All that is
God iN We SinGS a SonG
so Free in LiGht oF Fearless
LoVinG LiFe.. NoW iSREAL..:)
Bottom line of these 666 words as ‘Instrument
of GOD’ here.. MoVe.. ConNect and Create
Now by JuST DoiN iT.. reach out
and touch someone
as Instrument
oF God
to continue
to coin phrases
that MoVe.. ConnEcT
And CreATe by UsinG more
tHan LoSinG it by juSt doinG
DaM IT live more more more as ArT
GroWs thE heARt.. tHe SpiRit and The
huMan MinD and BoDy SoUl as BaLanCing
Force of God as my Fingers peck this keyboard
inTo InfiNiTy BeYond i sWear to God tHere is
somEthinG iN the air thAt iS GroWing AngEL
WinGs More as noWs Go On as GOD FReED
@ leAST iN ALL
oF i SeT FReED aS
aLL ThAT iS iSREAL..:)
And oh my Goodness.. speaKinG of reaching out and touching someone..
the Facebook Algorithm personal digital assistant jUsT reminds me.. thOught
i missed noting the third Year Anniversary of my Word Press Blog
on August 11 starting with ‘THE END AND THE BEGINNING’..
on my new Katie Mia FredericK! Blogger Blog Beginning
after planning to end my My KATiE MiA/Aghogday Blogger
Blog that BEgan on March 10, of 2010.. precisely 5 months
with the post Sixty Nine ONE Ninety Six
in what was then to that point all free.. as
74 posts to date.. as i was truly inspired
by what ‘they’ cAll as A Holy Spirit..
that has many other metaphors
cross-culturAlly globAlly as such
as the essence of this free floWinG
CreaTivity SpiRit of Within as archetypes
of God oF Nature DNA programmed evolving and lEarning
neuroplastically and epigenetically by environmental
struggle too.. with adaptation and at nows incredible
change too.. to GroW uP iN yOuR hUman BeiNg
wHole.. but anyway.. i wasn’t late after all.. as
i did not actually start that Word Press
Blog until the anniversary of the third
year this week as i will post this
‘Jar oF liGht and DaRk HeaRt’
695th Macro Verse on August
18th.. that is technically my staRtinG
date and precise third year anniversary
of WriTing on Word press to date..
in other words.. i posted
a similar post
on my
KATiE MiA/Aghogday
Blogger Blog.. as i thought
i was leaving that blog behind
as of those 74 posts to that date..
of August 11th.. 2013.. but some of
my readers had difficultly opening up my
Word Press Blog as it was even crashing their
computers so i kept copying and pasting my new
posts on KATiE MiA/Aghogday Blogger blog and even
made that new KATiE MiA FredericK! Blog mirroring too..
new.. my Word Press Blog too.. in copy and paste tHeRe too..
and yes.. it’s a great thing i did that.. as now i get up to 900 views
a day on the KaTiE MiA/Aghogday Blogger Blog.. and overall close
to 1.5 million total views on all i do noW as my Kate Mia Google Plus
clearing house for Blogger related art.. systematically proVides/reLates
in public statistic there for free.. as any great online digital algorithm robotic
assistant will serve so great the art of expanding F Y i’s as nowS on go…
nah.. of course without the IT age of expanding robotic assistance
in all of technology there is no way i could have matched nearly
4 million words of longest long form poem ever including
those first five months on mY KATiE MiA/Aghogday
74 post blog.. without all this free help
from technology now.. as Jesus F. iN
Christ.. mY sanskrit handwriting
looks more like chicken
scratch when i have
to go analog
an ink
or lead pen
as such.. ugh that
truly weights my creativity
down like a millstone to
the bottom of the Ocean
now.. amaZinG iT is.. how
thE HUman BeinG can create
free floWinG art of words like this..
by playInG trUly a symphony of Words
with 10 fingers in bits and bytes of one
key at a digital 1 and 0 either or stroke
of a now at one now only as percussion
does go.. in continuing floW in ZonE noW..
seriouSly… it mystifies me and amazes me all
the nowS i do this.. iT is as maGiC as i can ever
imaGinE mAGic to be as doing this is pure bliss
not much less than DanCinG free as fingers do as
feat in free free dance too.. anyway.. yes.. so as of
September 11th, 2016.. i will have witnessed for the
God all of Nature 42 months that yes.. of course includes all that is
in art and science and so.. so much more of hUman intelligenceS noW
set free to juSt do it and go go go.. more more more.. without restraints
of censoring folks that wanna hold hold hOld yA back to what i see/FeeL as
the real crazy and norm of pAint by numbers and lines of books of what
came beforE.. in idols of words that have become duSty somEwhat
by sitting in books tOld of both liGht and dARk in Truth and False
forced upon men and women.. etc.. lest punishment
as severe as death for not
believing all of
what was
written before
as the only God
DAM locked StreAM
of Free Verse God within..
to come out and play in the
open air and water Sun Free.. Free
Free FReED @lEASt in west for mE..
as wHole 1 and 1 Hemispheres of
11 BRain joinEd as MInD and BoDy
soUl BalanCinG witH Bridge of H iSREaL
as Quantum MiNd and BoDy soUl BaLAnCinG
unleAshed and reLeasEd for FReED noW thanks GOD
of Nature all that is now.. for this real maGiC of LiFE in CreaTiVity noW..!..
as a tree that has roots and vines that eXpand with no limits or expectations
of others bEforE now.. in archetypes of being hUman that have been story
tOld in all aRts of beinG from noW in memorial oF what hUman BeinGs
are noW sTiLL EvolVinG to Be as poTential of God iN ART oF wE iSREAL noW..
and now as i liNK..
V.1.0.. AnD morE heRe
on V.2.0 to coMe..;)
THE END AND THE BEGINNING thaT staRted my word press journey
then.. i had no idea that it would end and begin never ending and
beginning more.. as Longest Long Form Poem in around two
years surpassing the 1.8 million word effort of the
original millennia old and centuries tOld
Mahābhārata.. yes once again
approaching 4 million words
here.. as Jesus F. in Christ
when they stARted that one
they likely JuST floWed and
flowEred in StreAm of Consciousness
holy spirit wRiting too. and JuSt F in did it
continuously juSt did it then for fun.. as the FloW iN
ZonE IS About as blissful as nows do go.. iN MoVinG..
ConNecTing CreaTinG way of God oF Nature within we
expreSsinG SpiRit oF EmoTioNal HeARt in Mind and
BoDy BaLanCing soUL for iSREAL.. noW.. and then
as NoW as Then.. no real beginnings or endings
of books per se as that is how iSREAL free verse
holiest of spirit Goes.. as FloW iN ZonE.. anyWay…
people can wait around for the words in myths of
archetypes in arts of before to come true on its own
or pick up a sword of free art and make what is written
be done in the flesh and blood world.. no different than
Leonardo’s Helicopter that flies above real now.. and no
different than me actually witnessing for God all oF Nature
noW free online reaching past that 42 month point on
September 11th, 2016.. 911 job weLL Done..
as what was written becomes the iSREAL
Deal At Least of me here iSREAL.. no one
actually harmed me.. just got banned and deleted
at numerous places for sPeaKing what i for one
see and FeeL as TrUth and LiGht and it WiLL make
me happy as pEAr piE.. iF a million or even BilLioN plus
otHer folks noW do it more epic than close to 4 million words
or who KNows noW perhaps 4,200,000 words by SepTembEr
911 of 2016.. as the most i can do is estimate as i wRite on..
as i ain’t got the nows to go back and tally every post.. i must
extrapolate as the words do go on now.. as any mathematician
will do to save frigging nows to do the REAL ARTS OF LIFE FOR
JOY SIMPLE JOY OF LIVING NOW.. and sure this is now finishing
my 69th month of writing every day up to 24 hours in one day of
sitting wHole.. practice makes more.. it’s how JuSt doinG it Works
NoW.. yes approaching somEwhere around 12 miLLioN
words since Thanks Giving Day of November
26, 2010 in 72 months too.. this 6 year
anniversary of that too that of course
i will celebrate too.. and hehe..
My rich uncle invited us to
a special beach dinner
on September eve
on the 10th of
911 of 2016..
and nah.. i do this
for free.. it rates noWhere
in his books of dollar bills..
but you see God and i sMile
one for doing all of this.. as most
all archetypes of art of before from
Holy fools of Buddha to Jesus and even
Mr. Crowley too.. all predict that someone
will come and do much much more.. ’cause
when you trUly serve as ART soldier of God.. yAFucKinG
kNow you kNow nothing compared to God oF aLL thaT is
noW.. and tHere is no way you will limit what otHeRs reveal
of God to come all that is.. unless you are a selfish psychopathic
leaning person.. who possesses humans with tHeir right hand
and rapes their freedoms through the force of blood swords
and priSons too… ahem.. better to be juST another
one of God’s right and left hand aRT men.. and
women.. etc.. as such.. than to
be the dark tar oiLed
bird that sinks
in evil
of Devil same..
truly it is the Devil
you know and don’t
no through lies of before
that WiLL impriSon the Free
God of relative free Will within
totAlly naked as God within.. inside..
outside.. above.. so below and all around
jUst waiting to come out and pLay again
as any free child of God WiLL do
nakEd and FReED
cALL of
the Wild and
Free as God same
in MoVinG.. ConNecTing
ways of Free as stars Grow
and go on until the wheel of
SinGS AgAin
in never ending
DanCinG noW
and beginning rivers
of water as Ocean Whole MaGiC
SpRinG eYes of wE nowoneforevermorenowone..:)
HoLy F iN sHit bATman all of that
was F iN Epic.. perHaps
it’S sAfe to say NoW thAT
PaNdorA’s boX has been
fouNd and opeNed outTA
thE toP
oF mY
F iN
talk sHow noW..
hmm.. anyWay..
i’M sorta fEeLinG
liKe thE SouNd oF Love
And tHerE mUSt bE soMe
moRe HaPPY LiNks on thaT
dVerse prompt StiLL to comE..
to leT loose a little more of this
hehe.. harDly haRd Dar..;)
Okay.. but first to step out of the
DARk Jar before i Move on to Jar
oF liGht.. it’s not fair..
Jack has make up
on.. oKAy..
now let’s
try with
no make up
on to see
who can make a
scarier face.. me
or Jack.. Fred vs. Jack face hehe..
let’s see..
Yep.. once aGain this is
what A REAL F iN Devil looks
like.. shortly after he gets
out of Hell for 66 months..
still residual
of hell
on face
leT’s say and
honestly that’s just
an act.. the real deal
is let’s just say rated
X’tra crazy for PG audiences.. heHe..;)
Ya see.. yA have to earn
this face in REAL iSReAL
Hell on terrestrial
it don’t
come free
without lEt’s
juST say Devil’s iSREAL..;)
Now back to the Sound oF Love
at 2:23 pm..
on 8172016..
if can forget
the dArk side yA see of
Jar oF Y i.. foR noW..hehE..
now Jesus F iN Christ this is much more Fun
Yes.. Please do remember
me this way.. my 56th
Birthday photo of 2016..
June 6th of 1960 back then2..
3 years later from ‘thAt’..
fresh as a floWer fully
somEwhat rEcovered from HeLL boy noW2
and actuAlly three as far as yearS go bYe2..;)
And yes.. iF you like please play
Can’t Hide love.. i dam sure KNow/
FeeL i cannot hide the sound of mY Love
or tHe DAnCe oF iT afTer bEinG iN A
iSREAL pit of HeLL
on Terrestrial
for oh.. so
long.. of 66 months then..
anyway.. bottom line..
WiTh relatively
sPeaKinG noW AnGeL WinGs..;)
Every move is magic.. could you
be the devil could you be an Angel..
hmm.. as Katy Perry’s ET says..
she feels
a little
more apParentLY
than sHe knoWs..
of mE hehe.. but don’t
HEHE WE ARE ALL FucKinG oNE for those
of uS whO livE and kNoW anD TruLy FeeL
the KinGdoM of GoD noW..
jUst noW.. YeS Now
and that my FriEnd(S)
is the most epic Love
sTory noW that most
people sAdly fAil to
see until it’s to late
for death.. and in INfinity
way.. iF liFe is AlWays liVinG
they could live in that heLL of noT
kNoWinG and FeeLinG thiS Kingdom of HeaVen
of GoD of ALL thAT iS inCarNate HuWoMaNiFeST
as BeiNG noW one forevermorenow.. and thaT mY
FriEnds is wHy folks like mE/wE try so hard to gET
folks to see AND FeeL ThiS rather simple
and yET so eloquent
wAy of
for those
who are lost
in tHeir cultural
and religious illusions
and delusions of HeLL that
is sadly aLL to iSREAL noW2..
oh noW
sAd of All..
i kNow and FeeL noW..
and thE SMiLes is for Hope
for otHerS to somEhoW fiND
tHeir way Home.. as honestly
as Katy Perry says.. they are the
ET’s already and they live on tHeir
own self inflicted Wrong Planet now..
wHere the correct planEt is alWays the
Kingdom of God as HUman HeaVen iSReAL noW1 NoW2..:)
OKAy.. now play Can’t Hide Love.. iF yA liKe as
Synchronicity of God’s Language says.. in God’s
SiGn Language.. change the 1st theMe SonG Fred
to my Special Art Soldier.. Katy Perry’s
ET noW please.. as noW goeS oN..
and changes
as noW
dOes TrUe and LiGht
and dARk and FalsE..
the course for me
NoW is the
placE NOw..
Yes.. yes.. Yaass..
oF course WritE oN CoursE NoW..;)
Hmm.. i’M in need of a mood
changer somEwHere else
‘here’.. so this is
the Facebook..
Profile photo..
i WiLL usE juST
for that as iT is TruE
the Internet was more fully
deSigned to display photos of
sweet cats.. to remember yA
are A FucKinG hUman BeinG
after all the mechanical robotic..
worry of cognition is done for the
day iF iT is ever FucKinG dOne @ALL..;)
Okay noW Play Can’t Hide Love.. i AM
noW officiAlly done with A dARk
Jar of HeArts foR noW..
this is thE third now
i’Ve moved this SonG
doWn.. now to gET uP
as Jar oF liGht iSREAL..;)
Make that 4.. so sUre
you can stay with
mY Love iF yoU liKe iNsTEad..;)
WeLL.. my FriEnd.. Sanaa..
science in its systemizing
way says tHere are 5 kinds of Love..
Touch.. Acts of Service.. Words of
Affirmation that do NatuRAlly SinG
as SouNd with or without specific
acknowledgement of how
thAT SonG FeeLs iN
nuanceS NoW oF aLL
comFort as soMe nOws
EmoTions comE
that even
have no
and sensE
too.. and then
tHere is quality
nows of face to face
Interaction.. better yet
of course than only words
without real flesh and blood
facetime.. and finAlly ‘they’ say..
tHeRe are gifts.. and for me service
is enough for that.. as material goods
including green bLack dollars have no
Love SonG for ME.. but otHeRs.. tHey hEar
The MuSiC oF Love Differently and they most
often love to get what they give iN Language
of Love iN SonG thE sAMe.. aLL i
kNow and FeeL.. SeNsE..
iS my Love
is way too
big and even
bigger than
tHeSe science ways
of Love.. iT is exPANsive
aS InFiniTy BeYond even
that hUman word for ThAt..
and no.. mY Love never ever
has only one name to SinG..
iN FAct
iS sImply
i AM.. mY FriEnd..:)
SMiLes.. mYFriEnd
so trUe.. noW the Big
Bang kNows no hUman
hate.. books of illusory
fears or empty promises..
the Love oF BiG
BanG iS
iSreAL noW..
in A most ELegant
SonG oF anD DancE
noW Of ouR RealiTy
fELt aS WeLL wAves..
mY FriEnd Now iSREAL..:)
SMiLes.. depression
kNows no reaSon
or daughter
noW oF
and FeeLingS
of Numb are often
the disability that screAms
inside the most without even
bEinG hEard.. soUl withOut a SonG..
iNside foR hELp..:)
SMiLes.. sAd tEar
dropS on lEaves..
tossed to wind..
desiring onLY
to connect
one now
to anotHeR
Leaf.. fAll leaves
pile iN Love at Fairs..
sad tears fear of never
connect.. hmm.. been to
a few Sad leaF Fairs in life..
i ridE LonG.. Love Tree noW..:)
sMiLes.. yeah..
56 can kinda be
hard on a love of
dance2.. as the only
sound i make when i get
back from doing this noW iN
mY.. 123rd week.. in a dance
hAll of folks aRound 35 years
my junior.. is the Sound of Sanford
and Son as Red Fox stumbles in with
wife saying only if ‘they’ could ‘hear’ how
are not now..
sMILes.. Aging
as what
sinGs Free
and Old wiTh gRAce..
with not a sound my FriEnd..
quiet can be the Loudest
Love oF aLL..
in non-
Langauge noW
as A Dance feat goeS oN..
funny how some folks cannot
understand that not all SonGs of Love make Sound..
or even facial expressions for that matter my FriEnd..
as Dance
can be
the loudest
Love oF aLL
totAlly Quiet and iSREAL..
anyWay.. thanks for yoUr inspiRinG Words..
as a Dance Tree and LAmp oF liGht moveS oN..:)
To feel emoTionS in the ocean
much more than motion.. only
my FriEnd.. IS A gift
in the practice
of a poetic
that is trUly
rather rare
in males.. more
for culture than for
thE reaLity oF hUman
poTenTial WitH a heArt.. seeMs..
iT takes practice.. use tHe greAteSt
Love muscle.. or losT.. caN Apply..:)
Love aT
First siGht
would bE
impossible by a SonG..
alonE noW..
LoveS eYes
fLy hiGher
MuSic SinGS..:)
Nostalgia of Love
SinGS SonGs
of FeeLinGS
allone.. noW
all connected
iS all that Is..
no reaSon
to FeeL
LovE RinGs aLLonE..:)
Sad Songs often
feel more than
even happy Songs
as to bRing iN Science
to the miX of Love.. Grief
elevates Dopamine of Creativity
in Neuro-chemical way and sinks
Oxytocin Nurture
of social
goes lower2 as
as trust drops oFF..
but FeeLinGs FeeLinGs
yes.. God FeeLinGs can
be Stronger than ever beFore
as the Dopamine comes in rush
of finding
new love
for evolutionary
social innate instinct
and intuitive terms
means basic
in human flesh
and blood iSREAL
way.. hmm.. sorry noW
if i changed the mood as
science also says too.. all
stuff systemizing and worry
problem solving mind takes us
away from
the comfort
of the social
empathic intelligence
of ToGeTherNess of Human allone..
too.. in ‘Fred Talk’
way.. hehe.. yeah
i kNow.. i’ve got dry humor too..;)
PreDator eYes
pray a prey oF
visual deLiGht..
sonG of heARt
never gained.. never
used.. perhaps lost.. never
ever had aT all.. child abuse..
social abuse.. social neglect..
the reaSons range from A to
Z+innate ways too.. bottom line..
Predator eYes
pray a prey
of Visual
are forever
now.. then..
One niGht
stands faAl..
to dArk oF Day..:)
Cat purrS now so sweet..
Dog whimpers low..
Birds call..
Bees hum..
Baby coos..
Dolphins whales
SonG suBsonic
caLLs.. Free..
WiLd.. wE.. now
BreathE LovE..:)
All caught uP..
to dVerse Sounds oF Love..
5:23 pm.. 8172016.. foR NoW..:)
And side note.. ‘they’ deleted
that beautiful lyrical song
for Love of Moon..
oh well..
jars come..
they come
as human
oh.. sTiLL
so low
as YanG
of dArk
SinGS in BriGhtest
Love SonGs YiN iN Jars oF liGht..
and Sturgeon.. and green corn fuLL
Moon noW so BriGht.. as no one
deletes the moonliGht
in Grinch
heARts that
never heAR Moon
liGht is RiGht noW
as Song as sAMe..;)
And now at 10:49 pm..
back with 4 more Love
Sound dVerse prompt links now
added.. with more poetic Responses from me.. hehe.
coming.. next..;)
Laughter of missing
Love.. a hum from past
that refuses to go numb..
life with
of solace liGhter..:)
Wow.. reminds me how
i bless the day that i got
over my cat allergies
and can
have a purr
finAlly close
to my
even in bed..
how softly a cat heARt soothes..:)
In a new age where bootie dancing
has replaced slow dancing..
and Love songs have died..
mostly as such too..
not sure if
are what
most folks are
looking for anymore..
perhaps selfies and lowering
the fertility rates is in order from Nature..
to accommodate
the stresses
of over-population..
yeah.. i tend to over
tHinK over under thiNk..;)
my friEnd..
yes.. memories
of love in sonGs
oF heArt and other
senses that connect
as emoTioNs.. for me..
a faint smell of the perfume
‘Babe’.. and the weirdest thing..
now that you mention it.. i swear
i smelt it tonight in a sweaty gym..
and judging
from the
types there
in iron cast
military muscle..
perhaps it was
Ghost Buster
perfume no. 000..;)
All caught up at 11:13 pm..:)
SMiLes.. Victoria.. friEnd..
for me a Nautilus sheLL
as beach jar..
built now..
from scratch
and mansions
that do expand
in words as well
with motto of build
thee more stately mansions
by.. Oliver Wendell Holmes..
but quite honestly.. after Earning
three degrees at The University of
West Florida.. wHere the Nautilus and
Argonaut sings a snail-like fight Song of Trident
Waters Adventure.. i went to lEarn.. never ever thinking
about what i wanted to do.. next.. and i suppose for the longest
run now..
my gut
instinct then
was/iS correct..
a jar of freedom
in all Natural Nautilus
shEll in mansions of creativity
never meaSure A next sTep iSrealalWaysnow..
reAlly.. all i wanted to do was/is fulfill my human potential..
i had to get the money out of the way first and work.. after school..:)
Thanks my friend now for the
words of encouragement.. then..
i had no clue what i wanted to do..
even after i finished 33 years of work..
including a quarter of a Century working and
retiring from the Government.. my sister said
there would be another chapter in my life before
i ever dreamed of writing or dancing at age 49.. and
then a word..
a paragraph
a page and much
more and recovery from.. then..
in 2013.. a synergy of death threatening
illnesses.. a real miracle.. even validated
by the medical profession as such.. and
enough perspective to truly never need
to look back now my friend.. floWinG
iN ZonE.. i think the moral
of the story now..
is.. it’s never to
to gRow
now.. a New
Nautilus Shell
with Love of
what one does..
after seeking and finding it..:)
SMiLes.. my new Friend Rosemawrites..
thanks so much for staying on the raft.. haha..
and making it down the river of word flow all the way
to comment here.. as hehe.. you just floated through
what is approaching Novel length now with this
‘Macro-verse’ of A full blog site that is actually
one total long form poem of ‘ocean poem’
approaching 4 million words now..
hehe.. so yeah.. smiles
the whole
thing is
more like
a Tsunami River
continuing to spread
with no defined shores..
And you are certainly a welcome
addition to the dVerse trail my friEnd.
as you bring positive energy to words that
is sadly and certainly expectingly missing from
poetry land.. as my poetry started off in a very dark
place too.. but it got me out of the dark and now i celebrate
it all.. and sure.. i do mean all and that is where the photos help
too.. in ways of visual poetry aS weLL.. and for those of us sTiLL
young enough either in age or like me hehe.. in heArt.. SpiRit and
miNd and Body BaLanCinG soUl.. wHere the human body from head
to toe and all its functions becomes as holy and sacred as all elements
of life.. even the dArk pArts and sHades of grey that move past the rainbow..
hues of colors in Imagination and creativity that moves and connects beyond
what came noW so far past
beFore mY friEnd.. we can
certainly do new stuff with
the technology of today mixed
with free verse poetry of the then
yesternows of those pioneers of heArt..
spiRit.. SoUl.. no rules here.. no boundaries
and ..no Queen Victorian prudent restrictions..
just life.. just life.. as free and wild that Nature
will bRinG to We when it is the essence that is
Holy and Sacred away from human made rules
that restrict our Nature and the whole
of Nature that i for one see
as a bigger God than
one trapped
in form
of words
and books from
the dusty past.. the
God in me and the God
of whole continues to evolve
i N E S S E N C E W I L D F R E E
the same as a much greater Force noW
as Stars Wars2 says.. than bEfore.. simply
’cause noW all that is WiLd and Free simply
is is my friend.. simply is without any REAL
limits and restrictions of the science of the
human mind that is the real illusion oF
the so-called human-made
of life
that truly
have no heARt..
no SpiRit and no soUl
as science has no tool to
adequately measure this non-
repeatable experiment that is
the existential intelligence of hUman
bEinG Quantum relEased as metaphor
of course.. as unleashed to DO MORE..
Have a great day.. the wind and water of
my voice and dance will nevermore now be held down
by shores of human made prisons that chain the more of WE…:)
Facebook Friend Ashe.. shares A sad
(Olympic Chinese Swimmer talking
all about swimming on her period
and not even calling it her ‘auntie’ like they
still do in incredibly still oppressed China)
and finally growing state of change in the
Chinese culture as tampons have been a
taboo there as lord knows.. huh.. that if a
woman is de-hymenated by a tampon
her worth as a human being
becomes basically
garbage.. huh..
half the world lives
in darkness and more..
and no it’s not just religion
that does this.. as China is
a predominately so-called atheist
country but in reality of course.. studies
show about eighty-percent of the culture
engages in some kind of FOLK religion..
they just don’t have the same words
of existential intelligence of all that
is like God or Allah.. they see a
a God out of words.. face palm..
like God of all Nature of all
existence is limited to the
forms of human words
or humans FucKinG
It doesn’t matter how smArt a person
is.. if the culture is ignorant..
the smartest people
in the world
can be
equally as ignorant..
as social acceptance
is the rule of human ignorance..
smiles.. my position as lifelong outcast
is truly a treasure of thought and feelings..
And hell
yeah.. i can
measure that too..
in many many empirical
ways of both art and science..
in other words.. both i and God
are bigger than culture.. simply noW
’cause we are wild and free.. and play
by no rules of approved chains and prison..
but no duh.. i play by all the local.. state and
federal laws.. but usuAlly don’t hang in socially
approved clubs.. as i am usuaLLy a little too ‘big’ to fIT in..
in empirically meaSurable ‘new’ standards of wiLd and FREE..;)
Well.. today is my 3 year anniversary writing on Word Press as my Ocean Poem as whole as i’ve often stated.. hehe.. is approaching 4 million words still.. if not already exceeding that in total.. as all of it is the original spirit of poetry that was alWays free verse until the rule makers and keepers got ahold oF it and penned it down from free.. hehe.. that as just another serendipitous pun.. for fun..
and sure.. synchronicity too..
and yeah.. the whole dAm
public writing project started on
March 10th.. 2013.. which makes this
mY 42nd month i am writing in now fuLL
total.. as witness for God of all that
iS that will culminate as milestone on 911..
2016 of this year.. and hEar’s the thing about
Garden’s of Band Aids.. you are the one who can
count your blessings best.. as these days it’s the way
of the world.. most everyone is finally able to obtain tHeir 15
minutes of so-called fame.. and as far as self actualization
and human potential goes.. a selfie dam sure beats a life..
lived under covers.. as far as
huMan MoVinG.. conNecTinG..
And creAting goes as wild and
free humans who are truly citizens
of the God of Nature’s Kingdom will
NatuRally do if set free.. and hell
yes.. even in the front row pews
of Southern Baptist churches..
young folks at least are
perusing porn as
that is what
any unrepressed
human being will do
in tHeir spare time at least
for 15 minutes or so to eliminate
frustration.. agression and tendencies
towards violence.. if they are not in a primitive
tribe that regularly practices the work of the night
in the missionary position of keeping enough human
beings in the work force to have some God dam
food.. as not everyone gets the grocery
store route to a full belly
of starch.. and sugar and
all ya can eat animal fats
and such to break this down..
hehe.. even further as i digress..
but am i really digressing.. no.. oF
course not because a garden of band-aids as in
the band or tribe that aides us in life can range
from the primitive work of the night that starts
as early as puberty.. where there are actually
no words in the language for either masturbation
or homosexuality as science does show THAT truly
shows how much the environment of repressing/
oppressing human sexuality from consensual and
peer appropriate age relations from puberty
do lead to the.. let’s just say.. fetishes of
life and don’t get me wrong.. science does
prove there is a 20% or so genetic component
of homosexuality.. but yes.. masturbation is
learned when there is not another way of
‘relief’ after puberty.. let’s just say2..
and the reason that some studies now
show from Arabian doctor’s themselves
that up to 80 percent of three to six year
old little girls are sexually molested and
exposed to fellatio and masturbating the
male members mostly of the family in
the home environment as well
as intimate associations with
others who are attached
to that home environment..
well here’s the thing.. in that
culture.. the opposite sex.. STiLL
allowed to touch.. until the women
are paid for in the Dowry system
to get a husband and the
appropriate paperwork
and ceremony for
so what happens..
perversion of course..
from what humans ‘normally’
do when un-repressed.. un-opressed
and who do not live in the insanity of
a patriarchal controlling culture that
believes if a woman is de-hymenated still
now before marriage they are simply trash..
evil.. and shit like that.. sadly they
are shooting themselves in the
foot.. as the real evil
is not being a Free
and Wild child of
God.. to get the
job of life done as Nature
would have it beyond the
insanity of human chains
of books.. of rules.. and religions too..
anyway.. to talk like this in the broad of
open human cultures.. makes a person more of
an outcast than socially accepted citizen..
as it’s not politically correct to make waves
of trUth and liGht.. yeah.. we all know about the
story of the myth and man of Jesus.. go against..
the cultural and or religious order of the land and
the penalties can be as severe as crucifixion in
Muslim Lands still.. and hehe.. in the good old U.S.
of A.. ya just get ignored.. deleted.. or banned online..
as now online is just about the only way people even
move.. connect and create with each other at all.. and
hell.. something.. anything..
is better than nothing.. like
a couch potato playing video games..
and watching TV and never even FucKinG
MoVinG.. ConNecTinG or CreaTinG or even
getting off the FucKinG chair of Life to even
FucKinG interact with life in the big world..
and FucKinG live.. so i do that..
and i accept myself holy and sacred
in all i do.. by continuing this garden
of band-aid here.. in super-epic fashion..
in the longest long form ocean poem still..
’cause trust me baby.. when you reach even
a hair breadth of your God Given potential in
all the higher powers of God of Nature given to
us when wild and free.. you are no longer
human as word.. you are
a FucKinG Free bird
of God in human
essence.. WiLd and FReED..
@least and west for me..
FloWinG iN
and yeah.. baby..
like all Jonathan Seagulls
do who have not had their
wings clipped by culture and
or religious lies now.. still ugh..
baby.. this is the 21st century.. NoW..
it’s L I V I N G S T O N noW T i M E..
it’s Now to make a more baroque Nautilus
Shell than the before of chains and prisons
of books with mOldy stains of shackles down in hell..
on earth..
God flies
and so do WE
ALL when WE FREE..:)
i am A Rocky NoW
oF DancE and poEtry..
and i can FucKinG
in Paradise..
AKA the Kingdom
oF God oF NatUre
iN Heaven juST noW..
so yeah.. baby.. SinG and DancE
FReED.. @LEast and west for mE..:)
So.. a real modern day Kerouac or Whitman..
Ginsberg.. TS Elliot.. Dickinson.. and just about
any other really memorable poet.. yeah..
like what is reported of Jesus and
Buddha.. too.. and sure a
few verses from the
Kuran too.. that are
not all rapey and bloody
feeling.. steps into a poet’s
pub.. hehe.. with the modern
rule makers of poetry.. and tries
to get a seat.. and yeah.. like Jesus
and his dirty feet and sandals.. without
a buck to see of Caesar’s coins to get a drink..
as Jesus.. when you are really in heaven.. wine
stinks.. and just moves away from the experience of
Heaven now.. in poetic ways of writing too..
as ya wanna be 100% wired sober..
and drunk real in the ecstatic
mind and body balance
expanding state of
being unadulterated
by drink.. or even culture
and religion too.. to dance and
write free as any Apollo and Pan freed
hybrid will certainly do now.. and if you
have what science shows is the modern
version of the human attention span of
commercial TV that is literally the size
of A Gold Fish attention and focus..
i’ve already lost ya.. at the second
short line of about above..
and that’s okay.,
it is what it is..
i do art in SonG
and DancE of Poetry
as i AM art and Art makes
i very happy just to do ArT..
audience or not.. it is what it is
and i give and share.. as hey.. it’s
free to do that these days.. in so many
free avenues.. with pockets empty of the
greenblack devil of dollar bills.. anyway.. NOW
back to the dVerse poet’s pub story.. they
wouldn’t know a Kerouac.. a Whitman
a Ginsberg.. TS Elliot.. Dickinson
or a real life Jesus or Buddha
if he/her came in just to see
what was going on
in the online
world of art..
and as history shows..
the conservative rule making
and science making grey pompon
world of art.. stays bound to books..
and words and in general the art
of concrete symbols.. of bEfoRe..
and in this renegade of art
poem of Poetic Martial
Dance Science.. they
were celebrating the photography
OR essence of a poet who liked to
break the rules.. and a poem i had already
written fit that essence in 5 elements of empirical
measure i was ready to defend if necessary and then
the literally thinking poet.. who does really great
as many of them do in describing the literal
sensory environment of life beyond
the deeper existential poetic
elements of life.. deleted
my poem without even
allowing me to defend
the spirit and essence
of what i was doing
by honoring the
poet as prompt..
i in clear detail in the
comments section went
on to defend the meaning of
my poem.. but in the empathy-less
world of online.. people are just objects
and not treated like beings with feelings..
where the clarification and validation of
communication and differences of
opinions and creative differences
specifically are not reciprocally
honored as ‘normal’ human
beings in the REAL WORLD
so i wrote an Email to
‘Brian’.. writing mostly of my
dismay of not even being allowed
to defend the meaning of my poem
to have a voice.. and he basically said..
she is in charge of the prompt so she can
dictate whatever the FucK she wants in
consequences no matter how wrong
she is iNempirical analysis of the
whole dam poetry
shooting match..
and i had already
encountered a stiff
collared teacher who said
that poetry is not poetry unless
it is brief.. failing to learn the lesson
of history that free verse long form poems
are the beginning of most all of human written
communication.. collected intelligence and even
fucking complex cultures as whole.. in other words..
she didn’t even know where poetry came from or what
it even really is as essence in what some describe as
Holy spirit flow of words and this works for dance too..
as she was one of those paint by numbers ballet
associated folks too.. that i at 235LBs can
dance circles around.. ’cause i go
by no rules as the Neo of
the Dance world
and even martial
arts and poetry too now..
anyway.. i document it for the
record to inspire other potential
folks who have much more than
the attention span and focus of a gold
fish and wanna ACTUALLY FULFILL SO
NOW.. no.. this is not for everyone and truly it may
only be for me.. but never the less i can share
my cheap thrills and give them away for next
to nothing in greenback evil dollar bills so
i jUSt do that too..
as Jesus.. i don’t even
have to pay for paper online
or kill trees that i hug oh so tight WITH GOD
Jesus F. in Christ.. THEN..
culture put me in a hell sHeLL..
at this point and 4 decades of real
Hell to come.. aWay from
free.. wandering
40 yearS in
a desert
with no
nerds are
made in my
mostly.. NOT BORN..:)
AND YES.. more on
purgatory here.. in
Milton Patriachal
driven schools..
from this Facebook
Algorithm provided memory
from a year ago.. to date now..:)
And now i think and feel.. it would have
really been sad if i gave into the devil and
the hell that was me back in 2008 after going
without sleep in a perfect storm of total human
exhaustion and 19 medical disorders.. many of
which were not diagnosed at that point.. yes.. in that
lent period through March and April of 2008.. with the
worst pain known to humankind later diagnosed as
type two trigeminal neuralgia also known in some
circles as Sluder’s Headache.. and a generic
term of atypical face pain.. during all waking
hours for what would come to be then
from January of 2008 where actually
it started as early as the Winter of
2006 when suddenly i couldn’t
stand colors on the TV screen..
oh so strange like what the
fuck hell is this that no
doctor could
or is even
in a textbook
as far as i know
of colors hurting..
anyway.. the real hell of the
pain went 66 months until the
end of July 2013 around the 22nd
of that month.. and in that lent period
of 2008.. sure just coincidence huh..
or synchronicity of darker God
winks.. with the addition
of Dysautonomia..
where my Autonomic
Nervous system no longer
synched my heart rate and
blood pressure together appropriately
i would gasp for breath every time i was
so exhausted for sleep.. the psychiatrist
who didn’t really understand what the fuck
in totality was going on for me in real earth hell
prescribed an alpha blocker to mend my autonomic
nervous system.. in his best guess way of practicing
pill medicine.. and yes.. i got about one hour of very
shallow card board sleep for each of 35 days in lent
then.. and the last 5 of 40.. i could not sleep at all
no matter alpha blocker or not..
so.. somehow even though
i had lost the strength
to make it to the
shower.. i got my
car keys where they
were hid from me.. and
wanted to ram my car in to
a tree to escape from living hell..
oh yeah.. the Sjogren’s syndrome
where my eyes quit making tears altogether
was like having your eyes open and swimming
in salt water during all waking hours too.. severe
degenerative arthritis in my spine and spinal stenosis
not yet diagnosed either and Fibroymyalgia.. anhedonia..
alexithymia.. Severe Depression.. Severe anxiety.. all
related of course.. with panic attacks and PTSD
and other disorders that people call
hell but were a piece
of cake then
compared to
the others like
being on the Autism
Spectrum.. ADHD.. and
stuff like that.. made a perfect
storm of worse then.. living death..
but the worst part of all was losing
all my emotions all together in piece
of paper existence where at one point
i could feel nothing at all and when i say
nothing at all that is no metaphor that was
the literal reality of piece of paper existence
at that point in lent.. where one second was a
thousand years of hell.. and there was really
no time at all but all time as hell.. that
place iSREAL as real as the heaven i
live in now.. and trust me.. do your
best to stay away from stress.. as chronic flight or
fight stress.. will not only kill but make hell eventually
real in life too.. it’s not worth it even if you have to
be homeless and eat out of garbage bins..
it is beyond better than
REAL FucKinG Human
Hell.. so.. here’s the deal know..
i am Still diagnosed with Asperger’s
syndrome with most of the rest of the
stuff technically in remission.. but i for
one have 100% hope.. faith and belief
it ain’t coming back.. and no it’s not..
no matter.. if modern medicine has
no hope.. no faith.. no belief
or prayer as whole
of that.. there
are much greater
powers of healing
in the human will
in total 100% positivity
of white light fearless love
that science cannot touch as
it is beyond the measure of their
scientific method instruments now..
but to not use that power is beyond
ignorance.. beyond a place
that can be
piece of
hell existence..
and yes.. after being
stone dead cold as
depressed for
66 months and
rising like
a phoenix
from the
ashes of
that.. i transformed
into a totally different
human being and am assessed
as Bi-Polar.. and with
the technical definition
of that with being God
obsessed in hypergraphic
way of witnessing
for God close to
moving towards
4 million words
now and doing free
verse nude poetry
as passionately as
possible.. sure i fit
that label too.. yes now..
but i do not harm anyone
or myself along the way..
and history is full of folks
doing this.. when the culture
says it’s the norm.. and even
celebrated eventually in history
per the example of King David
of course as myth..
but i AM iSREAL NOW..
WHEN I die.. i did not jump
off that bridge.. that i Found
to end it all.. i endured.. i persevered as devil
in hell.. i never really GOT mad at God and Nature
same as at least i found love in my life where before..
i didn’t think i could.. well before that in purgatory
parts of life.. so i never ever fully gave up.. at least
in what counts in the action of taking the next step
alive no matter how much hell it was to just do that..
to go on.. yes.. when i die.. no matter if anyone
else notices or not.. my last
breath will
i lived..
and hell
yes.. whether
oR not heRE..
AND this is my graffiti
on the side of the wall of the
world that is my tombstone noW
of Real even before i die.. i LiVE NOW..
yeah.. i know and feel.. this is like a whole
script of a movie.. from head to toe.. in just
one little micro-verse.. of a macro verse of
my ocean whole poem now.. but like i say..
i live
and i NOW
do live EPiC
as any real
hell bound
devil who
Anyway.. like ‘the theme song’
so nicely illustrates.. i don’t
ride a bike any more.. but it is
my own personal Holy and Sacred R and R
Thursday for Dance and other related activities
just for fun… thaT are sTill paRts of WhoLe
of my art in appreciation of all of my life..
its form.. and functions.. and yes..
essence too WitH
GoD wHole
oF NatuRe
so.. yes..
tonight noW
is my 123rd week
of celebrating my free
style of wild neo-like dance
with all the cool college age
folks from Seville Quarter.. and
i have been so weighted down in free
verse poetry lately that i have been
arriving a little late with much
difficulty in even getting
a parking spot as
dam that
place has
sure gotten
popular in the
last two years
since i started going
there when Spring of 2014
arrived in the end of March
that year.. and so did i at Old
Seville to dance free as free can be..
like these words here.. hehe.. alive i’LL
to bE
with more fun
dance photos coming
to this 695th Macro
Verse of Ocean whole form
poem.. and sure to be shared at
lEast in paRt in the 696th verse
stARting potentially later today in Micro V
Verse way in the comments section of this published
Macro Verse here.. of ‘Jar oF liGht AnD DArk heARts’..
also later today coming soon.. and
yes.. photos coming
after the wee
hours of dance
ends around
3 am
on then
as i continue
the celebration
of three years on
Wordpress and
the 42nd month
of my
i find human funny.. no.. not
the essence of what God of Nature
creates as humans but the cultures and
religions they are born into that becomes only
clothes of humans so far away from the essence
of what they can be and are.. if not trapped in the
forms of what other humans create..
i remember regaining the pleasure
of my sight and hearing
at the end of July..
2013.. and the
thrill to buy a
very expensive pair
of Maui Jim Sun Shades..
with a patented tint technology
that finally relaxed my ocular nerve
enough to see beauty again fully with
pleasure.. i had been writing poetry to
before the July of Recovery for a few months
since March 10th of 2013.. in witness of what i knew
about God of all of nature starting with that first post there
of my perspective of all that is otherwise known as God then..
but still i could not feel this beauty..
my words were only shells of the
essence of God.. and it’s
true.. art.. means little
to folks who only
gain their
of life in
a world of
material order
that is manmade from
the start as God’s Painting
flows in winds of skies as pastel
colors of sky that swirls without straight
lines and sharp angles to make a cave for
humans to hide from the beauty of GoD wHole
so far beyond a book or words manmade no different
really than houses of words with bolted doors to keep people
trapped inside away from a greater beauty of God to see and
experience whole.. anyway.. in the September of that year.. one
of my first public outings at the Seafood festival in Pensacola
being able to use my eyes and ears without almost
intolerable pain for the first full month since
66 months of that pain.. brought
a renewed gratitude
for the blessings
of all of Nature
God brings beyond
dead things that humans
make into the life of they..
i found taking photos of
grand oaks atop my head
and ha.. a lady said what
is he doing.. oh my god yes..
and it’s true.. there is poetry
that expresses the deeper of life..
and there is language that attempts
to stay as concrete in form and meaning
as possible to avoid another interpretation
of reality in differences of opinion.. and that’s
okay as life is very scary to some folks and any
difference to ponder is more fuel to the stress of
fear of difference in life to they.. so they need those
angles and straight lines of homes.. to survive comfortably
it seems.. but for me the greatest poetry is the poetry of God
i see in the visual images of nature.. and the greatest poetry of
God i FeeL is of course in me.. as i dance an all free style of
Dance with God to feel more and more of God in senses and
emotions in every new move i make.. meanwhile.. God
Paints the sky.. with a new portrait for me to capture
and share for those who care to partake in
that moment of glory in the
coming of God always
now.. sadly.. some
folks miss
for the
homes and
books and yes..
somenows words..
that board them from
Seeing and Feeling more
of God.. inside.. outside.. above
and yes so below of all around.. any
way.. life is a Rorschach test with ink of
God as painter of that test of reaLiTy whole
like nights in white satin.. and days with colored
clouds as skeYes of God.. some folks see beauty
and others see evil in the same paint of God’s sKeYes..
almost everything i feel and see is holy and sacred simply
as i create that experience of life with the relative free will
of seeing and feeling that is malleable for DArk and potentially
so much more liGht free in bliss.. nirvana.. satori.. yes.. the heaven now..
a Jar oF liGht and DArk heARts is the same in essence as we do have
a great deal of choice and will of what fills that jar up in color.. black
or white.. or a rainbow of SenSinG and FeeLinGs never ever felt
as finger
print of God
as WE MORE..:)
Late Lament..
“Breathe deep
the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from
every room. Bedsitter people
look back and lament, Another day’s
useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers
wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love
and has none. New mother picks up and
suckles her son, Senior citizens wish
they were young. Cold hearted orb
that rules the night, Removes the
colours from our sight. Red is
grey and yellow white.
But we decide
which is right.
And which
is an
Facebook Friend
Rafiah.. shares a slide
show of two slides that
provide a photo of a meadow
with rabbit eating carrot and another
one with the material reductionism
of physics describing all
of the equations
by human
to determine
order out of
and i in
who is
the rabbit
now or the
physicist.. hmm..
i for one now
have visited
both and i don’t know..
i do art..
after all it is
60% of the word
smart.. somenows the
secrets of life are in plain
view of
TrUe and
and as far
as i don’t know
that my FriEnd Rafiah..
is the art of God and Language..:)
Rafiah.. provides a surreal
park scene with beautiful
colors.. a tardis in the
park from the
Dr. Who
TV show..
that she currently
is enthralled with..
and a couple
walking the
in the colors
of rain under
an umbrella..
and i sure don’t
blame her now as the
choices of entertainment
for a 22 year old woman..
soon to turn 23 in Pakistan..
are not that diverse in potential..
it seems to me..
so i say..
in return..
i visit again..
who is happier..
the couple.. under the
umbrella.. the colorful
lights.. or the tardis from
another place.. i say..
under the
And now i say..
perhaps my friend
will.. interact.. hehe..
by the next Macro-Verse..
and i work really hard to
have any friends at all outside
family.. but that my Friend(s) is the price
noW of
FREE.. it doesn’t
alWays make friends..
very easy at all..
but yes..
it is
it.. as when
the last sleep comes
it will be we and God allone..
as truly that is always under the Umbrella..
and no.. there is no tardis escape for that..:)
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