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Facebook Friend Rafiah..
from Sialkot Pakistan says..
You miss your passed away relatives
the most on Eids. Always. Everytime.
And i say in return..
Yes.. and that reminds me today.. September 13th is my
Grandmother’s Birthday.. born in 1903.. which means
you are just ninety years younger than her..
if she were alive today at 113 years old..
and of course that makes Rafiah..
a very young Spring woman
sTiLL at 23..
so Happy
23rd birthday
from Guess wHo..
and i suppose that’s
pArt of why i was past
the 12th to the 13th of September..
Getting my ‘After Book oF Fred’ Book Published..
just in honor of you two.. and a few more.. i guess..;)
Rafiah responds..
If zero in 1903 is replaced by 9, that’s my birth year..:)
So.. i say.. also in return..
The other reason.. i can never forget Rafiah’s
Birthday.. is 1993.. is when we
built our home..
and purchased
that swing with
the two hearts..
and sometimes
i wish i had a daughter
juSt like Rafiah.. to Love at home..
so.. i suppose you will more than do..
Happy Birthday SweetHeARt.. alWays..:)
Rafiah comes back again too.. with..
I like your home, your bedroom side with the window having a view of garden outside, and your garden. It feels so full of life. After all it’s your home. It has to be that..:) Thank you, Freddy for the consistent love. You, Kat and your cat, are all my extended family..:)
Heart Emoticon
And finAlly i
saY in welcome..
SMiLes my FriEnd..
you are AlWays Welcome..
And like i said on the other
Birthday wish.. i am off a day..
for your Birthday is the 14th but
my wish for you is rebirth alWayS noW iN Love oF liGht..:)
And now.. Rafiah shares
a status of Self Love
that i am very proud
to hear her
say for
her-self..
as this is the
road to Loving
all others fearlessly too..
So.. Rafiah says..
Happy Birthday, Rafiah.
You have been a good girl and not
everybody can manage it that well.
That is some achievement worth celebrating.
You go, girl. *pats self*
And i say in return..
Rafiah
Is Very
Special..
Give yourself
Another round
Of Birthday Applause
And
Air Mail
Me some
Cake to eat..;)
And in real time
just a minute ago..
Rafiah responds..
Seriously.. there should be some way
of air mailing cake asap.
Two tears of laughter
emoticon.
And i say..
in real time
now too.. on her
Facebook page as well..
Haha.. i was just
copying the
conclusion
of this
Fred and Rafiah
Friendship story
to the continuing
saga of all that is..
in Ocean Poem WhoLe..
You are cake enough for
me.. my dear.. as i pat myself too..;)
454
SMiLes.. mY FriEnd
Victoria..
to FeeL
the rhYme
to see the reaSon..
to kNoW we are hUman
and that is enough to
be the Wings and
fLight
aS onE
liGhT.. noW..
oTher than that
my favorite track
from Ammonia Avenue
by Alan Parson’s is ‘You
Don’t Believe’.. Believe is
the essence of Emotional
power to make
miracles
iSREAL..
along with
Emotions of Faith..
Hope.. etc.. as all pro-social
emoTioNs too.. sadly folks get
attached to the reAsons forgetting
the FeeLinG that moves us.. connects us..
allows us to Create more for liFe noW the BeinG thaT is
HuMan.. both to expand mindful awareness and sure..
to be fully aware of the animal we are to
master regulations of EmoTioNs
and Integration of seNses sAMe..
with relative free will Stronger..
noW.. aS
Be Happy..
don’t worry
bottom
liNe.. but
more than words..
FeeLinGs.. SenSes beYond
the shells of what are often empty
words that feel no rhyme under reaSons..
anyWay.. thanks for dropping by my blog..
it’s a alWays nice to see humans come by..
And Alan Parsons has alWays been one group
who touched my soul alWays.. and you my Friend
are the first person online to ever share a song by them..
beyond YouTube that i have
seen.. besides
me.. so
sure.. i’m happy
to see Alan Parson’s here.. too..
iN fAct/FeeLinG/RhYme.. i got
excited when i saw them here..:)
685
Stories of boys who never loved her..
are truly sadder stories for boys
who cannot love..
and truly with
Nature..
Environments
of abundance
or scarcity promoting tribal
wars has much to do with
the heart of couRage and
the womb of liFe.. and aS in
all stuff.. to balance dualiTy is
A task of God whole
in wE.. noW.. as
Our soUL
GroWs
liGht or
diminishes
dARk.. empathy
and compassion are
not bedfellows that sleep
well with the sword that must
strike the brother and sister for
continued subsistence.. Abundance
or even enough BrinGs a much greater
Womb of Love.. as Long as there is balance
in abundance too.. case given.. first world problems..
of course.. as the stuff becomes the human over the
loving touch of what can be a balance of Fearless
love… how to..
hard to do..
when
day to
day subsistence
is scarce.. how to.. when
day to day abundance.. hard
to do with excess.. moderation
and balance the key in all great
religions.. art thOught in balance
as there are no cookie cutter
human beings.. ever
now as iSreal..
sure in books
but books
must make
sense where liFe
is art of always now
changing toward dARk
or liGht.. anyWay that doesn’t
leSson the pain of the womb of
love who seeks to nurture with
nurture back.. and as far as what
can be true of some cultural ways
in what Khaled Hosseini says in
‘A Thousand Spendid Suns’..
the Son who fearless
loves IS A hUman..
A son who
doesn’t
has little to no
shine of man now..:)
“A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing.
It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed.
It won’t stretch to make room for you.”
True.. many men could use a
Cesarean section of the
heArt to birth A whole
spiRit oF EMpathy..
CoMpasSion of
EXpResSinG
fully feeling pro-social
emoTions.. like the rooms
where men never crack a smile..
or the book that never laughs.. the
shine of Love iS iN sMiLes of EYes..
MiNd and BoDy soUL BalanCinG
will never live whole without Fearless sMiLes
and laughs for Love.. iN DancE and SonG iSREAL..:)
Other than that.. nice to see you today.. friend Zee.. in
yoUr life regardless if this is fiction or non-fiction.. it IS
A TrUth and liGht of Dark for many hUman males..
may the liGht of males find you..
no matter what it was or is..
and may the liGht
of YoUr eYes
continue
to shine as
Love.. no matter dArk..
storm of other.. ones.. mY FriEnd..:)
1111
LiFe IS A Dance..
and sure that includes..
lips that Dance a sMiLe..
and fingers that
Dance
Keyboards
sTiLL MoVinG
ConNecTinG and
Creating and you’ve
probably heard.. i for one
can find the meaning of liFe..
in almost every letter and number too..
For what is life without meaning and purpose..
that’s kinda simple.. life without meaning and purpose..
that we as humans do not have to wait for others to make..
That is what sets us apart from the Rats in Calhoun’s ‘The Beautiful
Ones Experiment’.. where Social Roles go away.. and all a Rat
can eat is provided in limited space.. and community dies
as no rat can break out and create a different life.. sadly..
folks continue to be the audience in the
plays of other folks..
and never find
relatively..
the WiLL
and sure..
courAGe.. iN
Love of MoVinG..
ConNecTinG creAtinG
to act and produce a play
of social role themselves..
where they are the directors
of Now mY FriEnd.. the play
that never ends now.. whether
we direct it or only spectate it..
from the mall seats of NFL Foot
ball games.. and nah.. one does
not have to be fleet footed in dance
like i am now.. for i too.. was once a shut
in with extreme pain too.. stumbling.. not even
able to make a TV Dinner without falling to my knees..
if i could even play tic tac toe.. as there was a day where
i literally could not play a game of tic tac toe.. the ‘Anti-Christ’
of relative
free will
mY Friend.. with
keyboard dance first..
for metaphor of course..
as all is metaphor that we
as humans can in relative terms
act.. produce and direct.. if only one
letter can be typed in dance to express
that for me at LeASt as the letter H wHOle mY FriEnd..
as two
hemispheres
of brain become one..
two hemispheres of earth
connect in joining online hands2..
where
dualiTy
bEcoMes one H..
or alpha numerical
8 for standing tAll iNfiniTy
as hUman being becomes
UniVerse sAMe As wHole..:)
A sAddest pARt oF aLL
is when humans put
metaphors
in chains
and no longer
allow the never
changing reality of Change..
per yoUr axiom two that can be one too..:)
Bottom line..
iMaGiNatioN
is the country
that can conquer
most every country
from within.. people say
where i live.. the sky is falling..
the sky is falling.. ’cause of the
potential results of a political election..
i say FucK it.. no matter.. what the laws
protect me enough to alWays be Free.. Now..
at least wHere i for one livE.. within.. mY FriEnd..
A place
i act..
produce
and Play..
other than
that nice to see
you gigoid.. and
anything is better than
nothing.. been there
did/done nothing
and something
is alWays the
Rose that
shines
over
Nothing
God kNows2
without any words @aLL..:)
1591
Social Roles.. and the slow dance
vs. Bootie Dancing sway..
twerk now.. arms
of love
and eYes
oF liGht more
distant now than
what was once innocent
Love.. as sure.. a cultural invention..
Patriarchal social roles of innocent
women and white knight men..
i’m glad i had the
opportunity
to live a
place in a time
to live that cultural
created innocence..
true.. the environment now
better reflects the wild of human
Nature.. interdependent wHere every
one plays a courage and love for existence..
but still the innocence
of the slow dance..
the eYes oF LiGht
that sinG hiGher
above
than
below..
i’m glad i had
a slow dance of LiFE first..
iN A world now wHere making
your own social role is becoming
increasingly the Nature of the Game..
the slow dance is fading away.. in
someways i Stil find it at
home still with
a wife
who
still lives
in that place..
but nah.. no public
dance for the too shy of that
even now.. and that’s okay.. now..
as sure.. i like home base that stays..
And sure.. it reminds me of my first Love
as i can still see the innocent liGht of those fifteen
year old eYes in a place where i wanted to live forever
then.. but forever now alWays changes in liGht and DARk..
and a slow dance of Romance innocent in now surely still lasts
forever
now..
in dreAms
that stiLL liGht
in eYes oF i.. now..
i must say.. i feel sorry
for those folks who never
fELt/FeeL the slow dance days of Love..:)
AnyWay ‘that’ Orleans song reminded me
of this Orleans song and that’s how the
song continues
to play
for me
@lEast iSREAL..:)
1876
Now.. off to dVerse.. a little late from Yesterday
of course.. as an extremely busy
weekend and writing the usual
15 to 20K words in three
days.. wHere the
Quadrille of exactly
writing 44 words for the
day mixed with a prompt
theme for the word ‘Open’
is the required social role play
of the day from dVerse.. ‘Open’.. i’LL
surely go with.. as that could be my middle
name.. hehe.. but 44 words.. nah.. that takes
the spiRit away from the heARt oF art of miNd
and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl in pre-planning
every word.. sure.. i could do it.. but i ain’t
in art for form.. essence of meaning
and purpose is the no rule
of the day other
than fearless
Love for me..
so i moVe on with
fearless Love fully in tow..
and a pen iS my only sWord..
hehe in more than words too haha..
that only gives poEtry that comes.. yes..
from.. head to toe.. as spiRit MoRE Now
warm and tRue with an innocence for Give..
Give.. more.. hmm.. and sure.. i like a few hellos
or hi nice to see ya.. along the way.. or even
just a like that says.. Kilroy.. i saw you..
you are now here.. but again.. giving
more than taking IS A greAtest
privilege and gift
to have
greAtest
and give..
so off to give more
i WiLL.. particularly..
with no restrictions oF mY SoUL..
as is open.. with no dams to hOld
A River of Ocean wHole Back for me@leASt noW..:)
And yeah.. this is Micro-Verse comment 60,606.. could be lucky..
in fAct iT WiLL be lucky.. as ye of little faith
is not
in my
vocabulary
hehe.. @lEast for mE Now..
as this 703rd Macro-Verse of
longest Long Form Poem continues..
as i continue to surpass now.. my 42
months in witness for all of God of Nature..
i see.. sense more
and feel now
forevermore
now open
to all that iS
comes morE noW..:)
One of my favorite pArts of
seaSonS noW and the garden
i helped plant with Nature that
surrounds my yard.. is a different
color flower for everyday of the year
to capture and share around the world..
juSt ’cause i can and will..
and sure.. a flower
colors the
same of
can and will..
only humans now
limit the colors
iN Nature of God’s paint..
a Mountain of Love has no fearless
summit for the colors of Love Open..:)
SMiLes my friend.. Glenn..
no word(s) now is big enough
to paint the colors of the
rainbow inside.. not God..
not Existentialism and
not even the
word
word
itself
as some folks
suggest the word
came first.. haha..
just do
it
is the
way it’s
alWays been
dOne @lEast foR noW..
only humans attempt to
capture that in words.. and
that’s fine as long as words beCome
art
and not
rigid science..
as only dreams
open words to more
of what iMAginAtiOn
MoVes.. coNnecTS and
Creates MoRE.. NoW..:)
Redeeming
giFt of liFe
from birth
to death
open from
nothingness
my friend.. whetHeR
during or otHeR..
enduRing
liGht
as
LoVe
for LiFe..
Grace of Gift
my FriEnd.. noW no
greaTer than liFE..:)
God lives in open blue skies
of clouds.. eYes of any
color
and
sKeyes too..
open iS A
only
way
to ALL GOD thAT iS..
only ways do not exist
in open of GodSkEYes..:)
ps.. that’s common sense
that religion and cultures
take away with chains
of tribal
instinct
that say
do it our
way are get the FucK out..
from delete me.. to ban me..
to FucKinG Crucify me closed too..
hmm.. oh what a day
amazing
grace
of finALLy
an oPen pLay
for God to E-Scape
the chain of books
for lesser Gods than ALL that iS..
STiLL juSt waiting to E-Scape Open from within2..:)
Pens extensions of opening fingers that
scratch in sand with sticks
of alphabets
that symbol
an essence more
of what is than can
be said with non-verbal
language of dance.. open too..
but ugh oh.. when the pen replaces
dance.. and finger replaces toes to
move the body whole.. separation of
mind and body BaLanCinG comes more
and the essence
fAdes from
pen as
pen moves
to form more
than essence whole..
and that my friEnd is why
we grow short sighted in ways
of pen.. as the dance of life fades
further from toes that flow more
than lines
of pages..
meadow liGht
briGht meadow
opens.. sky more
than words who line..
as sidewalk way less..:)
Smoke of clouds
cover eYes with
paint of God
more
than
words
ever will..
open or closed..
as clouds always
change as smoke
more than pens
wield.. no..
closedfullnoW..:)
Pain
IS A
Pleasure..
FriEnd
with Tears..
Pain iS A
death noW
without tears..
Tears are A
Strength ever
more than none..
Sadness better than
nothing aT all.. FeeL iT..
alWays FeeL.. lEt iT aLL Be..:)
Well with that said..
now for lunch and
perHaps a sand
and sun dance..
@12:15 pm..
9132016..:)
Off of break here
until i go to visit
my Mother with wife..
a little later but foR noW
more poEtry comes for sure..
@2:05pm
now..:)
Interestingly.. a newest
therapy for PTSD.. is
adventure therapy..
to open a door
for greater
feelings
of positivity
over fear to retrain
every peptide memory
of trillions of connections
across all cells to feel liGht
rather than all associated
with the dARk of FEAr..
the body leads
the mind
for
the
body is the
mind.. body electric
or whatever Whitman
said is more than poetic
now.. we are beings oF liGht
in everY ceLL of chemical reaction
for positive emotion of neurochemical..
neurohormone.. peptide receptorS in trilLions
of connections singing sharps instead of flats..
And sure.. it works
as i for one.. once shut
in for 66 months can SinG
and DancE solo noW without even
a blink or hesitation of NO that Now
is only fear when it comes to ExpreSsinG
SpiRit oF ARt.. but ha..!.. my aDventures
haven’t been easy.. at first.. buT aLL
well worth it now..
as fear kills every
thing liGht when
illusory
and
dArk
and negative @aLL..
Neuroplasticity and EpigeneticS noW
from head to toe A SonG i’LL sinG iSReAL SoUL noW2..
Imagine if the UniVerse could DancE and SinG..
What a gift.. for we caN
with relative
Free WiLL noW
and Fearless Love..
platitudes only.. nah.. we
are connected and all is interrelated
from head to toe.. inside.. outside.. all
around above to stars to neurons
and all peptide
connections
counting
Trillions
on
Cells iSREAL..
Sorry that’s several
Quadrille’s.. WiNks but
it’s leg quarters.. they
all joined up and were hard to cut..
as they continued to open up.. see yA.. Freya..:)
Winks..
i did it before
i read the science..
That happens
A lot
With
No reaSon but HeArt
The power to heal..
Innate iNstinct
And iNtuition
e-scAping
Mechanical
Cognition
Priceless..
Science
Playing
Catchup
Finally
To
The
Yogi and
Other ways..:)
Fear IS A source of all weakness..
stress.. and human diSease..
Fear.. IS A enemy oF aLL
that is oPen liGht..
and without
lighT we
live weakness
iN DArk.. as liGht
iS pro-social emoTions
and seNses and dArK is
An adversary oF liGht.. Now..
Vs.. alWays Strength noW for more…
No regrets wiTh free as liGhT is Home..
for LIFE as liVinG up now rather than down..
and yes.. the first step is to take another now..
in a different
direction
to create
liGht over once
what was dARk
iN Straight lines of priSon..:)
Mary Poppins..
finAlly reLeased
her umbrEllA and let iT aLL go..
just a stand
iN for
thaT
Frozen girl..
And Katy Perry..
with a song for
parachute.. too..
samE as RiSinG
noW..
FoR All..:)
Breath oF LiGht
LiGht oF noW..
SinG oF
BreathE..
DancE oF FeaT..
what else is tHeRE..
yeS.. Now
Fearless Love
aLL ToGeTHeR..
rePeaT.. as FREE.:)
Clouds are words
Words thaT SinG..
Beauty..
are
clouds..
And Sunshine
iS icinG oN
cloudS noW
that open
for even
more
joy
than beauty oF
Clouds.. coloRed FReED..:)
SMiLes.. i nodded oFF..
yET perHaps dreAms WiLL
BrinG moRE oF iMaGiNaTioN
SinGs as DanCe oF liGht..:)
Pen iS
miGhtier
than the SWord
And oPen.. Dance.. eveN
more powerful than Word..
tRust me.. Women Love
Dance
more
than
one’s
pen
iS
caPable
to
floW..
or even
poEtry StiLL to coMe..
aT lEast that’s whaT all the
photos say on the Longest Long
form poem ever.. sMiLes beat liKes..
hands
uP noW..
wiTh Dance
Peace too..;)
LiFe SMiLeS..
It juSt doEs
iT as FloWers
oPen PoLLinAtinG
otHers more for liGht
as DancE and SonG
fears
no
liGht..
dissolves
Fear for JoY BriGht..
Open HeArt..
Frozen
SpiRiT
RiSes..
miNd and
BoDY BaLanCinG
soUL Awakes
En
liGhTeN
iNG moRe noW..aTer
AiR We FloAtinG.. GrAviTy FReED..:)
Addiction noW of the
heArt.. A noose wrapped
loosely but not tight enough
for change..
the change
of empty
never
feeLed..
the place oF liGht
juSt out of grasp
an opaque
window
of empty
FiLLed Chalice oF WinE..
with no tears of respite for Love..
Been to this place where only Turkey
Buzzards
Feed off
trees
of Hung..
no longer tHeRE
i sMiLe friEnd and
hope oTheRs can come
back from an addiction of numb..
no.. i don’t drink.. nothing workS in heLL..
wHeRE A thouSand years hang on i of Needle..:)
i’M not particularly
fond of worshipping religious
words.. but what i do find noW as
it is a special interest of mine to study
across the world IS A favorite
one from the
Gospel of Thomas
verse 37 that says
to open uP
to find
God
within..
you kNow..
the free spirit
of unrepressing emotions
and senses of human beings
set Freed.. too.. and i quote
here.. as WeLL.. noW.. too..
“37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
take your garments and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
Living, and you will not be afraid.”
Hmm.. imagine how different the world
would be if the literal interpretation of
that replaced the same with
John
3:16..
The Bonobo.. our
closets cousin.. ‘says’
it works to avoid all
violence.. where
war solves
nothing
of tribal instinct
when the joy is naked
and free with Love..
sAdly..
humans
stArted storing
grain.. and the
rest is a history of fear
for having less than the Raven Sings.. Fly.. Free..:)
Other than that.. i find dancing like this in sand
and sun.. totAlly legal and private in my back yard..
frees iT aLL with music to drOwn
out all the lies
of
own..
hmm.. so
simple to be free..
so difficult to escape.. naked aGain..
whoever wrote that vs 37 was F in Brilliant too..
and sure they were speaKinG of ALL cultural clothes2..:)
Ah.. yes.. my FriEnd.. sMiLes..
the Yang of Courage and
WiLL.. and the Yin oF
Grace
and Love..
the marriage
of both within..
eXploDes as LovE
outside.. above.. so below
and all around.. merry iT iS
to be complete as a painting iSReAL..:)
And wiNks that could
have been a Quadrille2
but i refuse
to separate
is from real..:)
LiGht resides in every
peptide receptor of
human cells..
so does DArk
in cells that
remember
corresponding
neuro-chemicals/hormones
of fear and stress.. and sure
muscles tighten up as alternative
to experiencing uncomfortable
emotions.. the body
keeps score
in so many
ways..
to truly
open uP is
Free mastery over
body first.. regulating
emotions.. integrating senses
can be as easy as balancing one
foot with the other and perhaps
walking different backwards
than forward
to establish
new muscle
and cellular
memory for a
new day iN liGht
of EmoTions and all
bio-chemistry associated with liGht..
for me at least.. lessons.. hell no.. just
more fodder for did i get it right or wrong..
moving free is loving now.. with no restraints
of science one step two step five to limit FReED..
It’s sort of what Forrest Gump did to forget his Mother’s
Death and all the other stresses in daRk of memory then
of liFE..
i find free
dance is more
fun than pounding
road on 56 year old knees..
sMiLes.. may peace be with
you stArting within my FriEnd..
to open
liFE
FReED..:)
Love an open
Language
only
closed
to ways
un done.. foR noW..:)
LiFe.. a chalice..
a drink with no
cup..
culture
a wall..
often with
chalice of no HeARt..
open eYes.. clothes.. no
cover of isrEAL iNside..:)
sMiLes..
i find ‘he’ never
coMes unless one
builds a field of dreAMs
first.. and finds ‘him’ within
as Father/Mother/Son/Daughter/Brother/Friend
aLL other ones/Nature and Holy SpiRit isreAL noW..onE but that’s
just
‘me’..
iN Heaven now..:)
4:47 pm.. off to
visit mother with
wife.. Store Dancing
and such fun as that..;)
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Quick note to self..
Go to the beach.. Yes..
there’s no place like home..
there’s no place like home..
there’s no place like home..
for the
Beach
thaT iS mE.:)
Just came back from
Perusing GodsUniVerseNovel3
yeah.. that longest Macro-Verse of
Ocean wHolE Poem.. encompassing
338,630 words in juSt one Verse..
of over 3,300,000 words whole..
but for me the best
pArts are the
best of Beach
photos i took
over the course of
three years of doing
a total of 100K photos
or so.. with FlicKr too..
the rest of all from Summer
of 2014.. are on that Ocean
whole Poem.. at 60 to 70K
photos or so.. and the 300
could be called the creme of
the Crop.. free to be picked out
of that Macro-Verse lone of allone wHole…
We live in a world where we can share and
give greatly.. the only thing that’s holding us
back really.. is the fear of not owning the world
we live in.. to give and share free.. folks who
think they can make a living off of art.. mostly
fear something.. that could never happen
anyway.. so i say.. no matter what..
life is too short.. not to share and
give the best one lives as
life.. and surely
this photo that
if not 12 Million
words.. is worth sharing
over and over.. juST for
the Beauty of A Day in a liFe
of me.. that i do not care to hoard..
and whatever you give and share that
is left over for others to share and give
free after you die.. is simply an extension
of the soUl oF yOUr liFe isREAL that others
will touch for years.. perhaps thouSands of years
to come.. sure.. life can be much longer than live
if you simply
care to give and
share free.. i find it
more than sad how hard
it is to find some artists.. even
the Beatles.. whose records have
become too vintage to share for free..
every thank you and ever give of inspiration
is the potential spArk of Art of liFE that could
save a person’s life to inspire them to hold on
one more now for liGht.. but of course you
miGht not understand the gravity of that
unless you too.. go to hell.. the dARkest
place oF aLL.. NoW..
and again
and again
and again
that’s why i share
and give.. without worry
of who takes what of what
i give and share.. as only
Love grows after death of Life
when share and give IS A Rule of LiFe..:)
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WeLL.. after perusing Beach Sunset
photos today.. that have already
been taken for art..
next stop.. reaLiTy.. this
evening and the sky was
on fireworks of clouds in
God’s aLL NaTuRe CreaTiVity..
oN evenings like this.. nothing
awes me like the
canvas of God’s
sKeYes aLiVe..
in ever changing
art of Clouds eYes..
to enjoy as evening
Masterpiece Theater..iSREAL.:)
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And now.. for the MacroVerse Facebook Memory
Parade.. for two days here as i am
sTiLL plAying a bit of catch
uP from all the
weeks
celebratory
activities that
continue to go on..
FReED… hehe.. iSReAL..
first from a year ago.. here is
Sweet 911 Dreams in poeTry
instead
of frigging
terrorist attacks
and stuff like that..
as the River Nile exceeds
her banks for reproductive creativity
in all of fertile ways of giving and sharing FReED..:)
And here is a short quote Micro-Verse Memory from a year ago2..:)
When i am a little boy there is no question..
There is me and Nature and we are ONE..
When i go to school.. i become a lesson..
There is a lesson and me are separate..
When i become a man i go to work..
There is working working always..
Well.. all that almost
Kills me..
Now i am a little
boy again.. there is
no question.. there is
me.. there is nature and we
are ONE.. i live again AM FREE..
There are lessons.. there is working
and yes.. there is moving.. connecting
and Creating but without me.. ALL IS LOST..:)
Hi Zee..
and one should
never forget
ACTION
connection
LIFElightLOVE..:)
FRIDAY THE 13TH i92BK1113M
Yeah… this one from 3 years ago..
is a might cryptic Macro-Verse but the
Navarre Beach photos are worth a spin.. and
sTIll a little rough around the edges recovering
from hell fresh out of that place here sTiLL.. relatively..
for a couple of months by September of 3 years ago.. to date..:)
Living in the September of Boogie Wonderland.. here.. a Macro-Verse
from two years ago.. speaking on the topic of my Conception Fall
Equinox Birthday of 660 months in 2014.. to.. soon
arrive at 666 months of existence on the Spring
Equinox and Solar Eclipse of 2015.. as well..
with more poetic thoughts of course..:)
Finding MY new tale here from two years
ago too.. and kinda sad.. as this documents
one of Moby’s last successful jumps to the kitchen
table.. at about 8 years old.. soon.. to succumb to
complications from Diabetes.. the next year at the
end of 2015.. at close to 10 years old.. not even able
to lift himself up to the extra low level litter box.. we
all have the potential for functional disability any now
of our life.. without even any fault of our own.. in responsibility
for these struggles of life.. life is worth living as healthy as we can
make it be.. as there is no escape living in one’s own skin of liFe..:)
FoR the LOVE of Yoda.. Macro-Verse.. from a year ago..
And sure as Karen Carpenter says.. we’d like to make
a contact with you.. sure.. we are all star children..
young and old as one race of human beings
now.. some of we have FReED ourselves
as trUly Vehicles and Vessels of
most extraordinary interplanetary
craft of human flesh and blood housing
the reaLiTy of God inside.. as reflection oF
UniVerse wHole.. sure.. WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS..
those of us who have escaped lies of separation.. once
again.. finding unity within.. and a peace we beseech as
teaching oTheRs as Interstellar Policemen to give others
a messAge of Freedom iN Fearless Love.. hiGhest power
gifted by GoD aLL of naTuRe floWeR oF all as StIll Emerging
Beauty one.. here on this.. lovely PlAneT eArTh that we can
all share globAlly as Love.. we are here to prevent something
horrific in fear and hate from happening.. here now.. as.. star
seeds wE are hEart to protect Nature as GoD’sKeYes oNe noW..:)
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Well i suppose after
calling Interplanetary Craft
for Interstellar flight.. i might
as well jump on over to dVerse noW
for their Tuesday prompt on Travel..
and perhaps
get back
to that
Quadrille
Prompt on Open..
later tomorrow..
and on top of that
only 11 links so
could
be somewhat
of a breeze to catch
up fully on that one now..:)
10:55 pm.. 9132016..:)
First oF aLL.. Lillian
in the September North
of Cape Cod relatively
speaking of course from
North Florida.. i enjoyed
your human description in
poetry of this lovely place..
and the photos
add so much
as of course
i for one was
never one for
words until
losing effective
use of my eye sight
for 66 months and hearing
as such as well.. making navigating
the world in words a necessity for one of before
illness.. as a mostly visual thinker.. interestingly too..
some folks have great difficultly thinking visually..
and it often comes out in somewhat more literal
ways of poetry too.. harder to understand with
the more interpretive right side of the human
brain.. as sure.. in metaphor.. as in many
ways.. both work together as one of
course.. anyway.. hoping
to see more travel
photos on the trail
today.. as i would
rather see the
personal
experience
of photos rather
than looking up the
places for stock photos
on Wiki and such as that..
Tourists traps of travel.. reminding
me of my recent Emerald Coast Destin
shores visit.. where that place
is a human zoo.. more than
a beach for
free foot
prints
one with
Nature whOle..
yeah.. can’t imagine
visiting that beach for peace..
for public dance.. sure.. but for peace
noW.. i’ll dance on Sand beyond the stress
of culture ways where Condos are now.. sAdly the
foot prints that stay.. edifice of cultural cancer..:)
Hmm.. a trip to a Bordello as a 13 year old..
the closest i got there was when a girl’s
mother sat on my leg
in the parking lot
of a school dance..
still not quite sure
why she did that
but she said my
leg was too
hard
and it
hurt her butt..
yeah.. i rode a bike
a lot.. and had no frigging
idea.. what sex was.. even at 15..
yeah.. not surprised all the so-called
cat houses closed down.. i understand
that strip clubs are having a difficult and
hard time finding paying customers too..
since the
virtual
72 Virgins
in Heaven Free
thing is online
24/7.. at least
it deters Terrorists
attacks.. i guess for
empty promises after
death fulfilled in Heaven U.S. oF A..;)
30 minute jaunt to Heaven.. a path
across sand to the west and out of view
of super tall condos.. a place without even
human foot-prints as sadly most folks don’t
even have it in them.. to walk five miles
to get to heaven..
nah.. it’s noT..
free.. like
they say an
eYe
and the Navarre Beach..
big camel of condo culture..:)
For some a tragedy
makes vengeance
a travel mate..
for otHeRs
ViCtory..
As friEnd..
A UniVersal
waY noW oF
sayinG heLLo
wiTh eYes thaT
Love iN UniSonG’s
Home.. aWay from Lone.. to Love..:)
SMiLes.. i’m led to ‘her’
by prompt of your French
Exchange travel.. remembering
my Cajun Grandmother.. a business
lady with Foreign Exchange College age
French Students to stay at her home..
where it appears
she served
them
more than
dinner and a place
to stay.. as rumor goes.. sMiLes..
dying at 69 but living every day as youth..
i suppose we have
something in
common too..
mY Paternal Grandmother
and i.. only difference reAlly..
i kept the first spouse at home..
and never exchanged her as two twenties for a 40..
only.. as
FriEnds
of course..:)
Sigh.. this
reminds me..
i’ve only been
to Disney World
and Washington DC..
spoiLed by the most Beautiful
Beaches and River front
LandS in Panhandle
oF Florida
alivE..
but StILL
the wanderlust
bites.. the steak and
ice cream served up
by Nature every day..
i can’t get
tired of
it.. iT is
jUsT too Good..;)
WorD tooL..
NatUre wE..
EsSence Tool..:)
SMiLes ..i too.. now avoid
straight lines and borders
and make my entire
life dream
travel
iN
luCidiTy
of Emotional
Regulation and
Sensory Integration..
Science is just a scribe..:)
GreaTest heARt
oF hUman
imAginATiOn
thaT GroWs
morE iN
eYes
thaN Books..
SpiRiT moveS
conNecTinG.. CreaTinG
miNd And BoDy WhOle..
Ocean GroWs soUL
moRE..
wE noW
oF nAtuRE
breAthe..:)
Interestingly.. for me at
lEast.. i can relate as i just
did a reunion with the only
four cousins on my Father’s
side complete since decades
pass…
juST a reminder now to me..
that each hUman connection
IS A unique one that has STiLL
A special FeeL oF anoThEr mulTi
UniVerse created witH FearLess
eYes of Unconditional
Love.. that can
never be
replaced
but alWays
liVEd oN as A
GreATer siZe oF soUl..
As Tree of LiFE FiLLs iN..:)
All caught uP
at 12:18 am..
9142016..:)
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Hmm.. another opportunity to use the
theMe SonG.. ‘Rise’ by Katy Perry..
worth noting when someone
who takes the bible
literally strays
into the Hurricane
of i of words.. like
a stray droplet of rain..
i will consume them and
add much more water to
the mix of the storm
of fearless
Love i AM
anyway..
a repeat
of a comment here
and a stray drop of
water who entered
my Hurricane
oF
i AM..;)
i’M not particularly
fond of worshipping religious
words.. but what i do find noW as
it is a special interest of mine to study
across the world IS A favorite
one from the
Gospel of Thomas
verse 37 that says
to open uP
to find
God
within..
you kNow..
the free spirit
of unrepressing emotions
and senses of human beings
set Freed.. too.. and i quote
here.. as WeLL.. noW.. too..
“37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
take your garments and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
Living, and you will not be afraid.”
Hmm.. imagine how different the world
would be if the literal interpretation of
that replaced the same with
John
3:16..
The Bonobo.. our
closest primate cousin.. ‘says’
it works to avoid all
violence.. where
war solves
nothing
of tribal instinct
when the joy is naked
and free with Love..
sAdly..
humans
stArted storing
grain.. and the
rest is a history of fear
for having less than the Raven Sings.. Fly.. Free..:)
Other than that.. i find dancing like this in sand
and sun.. totAlly legal and private in my back yard..
frees iT aLL with music to drOwn
out all the lies
of
own..
hmm.. so
simple to be free..
so difficult to escape.. naked aGain..
whoever wrote that vs 37 was F in Brilliant too..
and sure they were speaKinG of ALL cultural clothes2..:)
My Fundamentalist Christian Friend
from Iowa.. Lynn responds to me
on another poet’s site.. who
obviously isn’t a fundamentalist
Christian and a more open minded
believer in God.. as she don’t like it
that i gave credence to the Gospel of Thomas..
as it is not included in a book she feels is infallible..
as she says.. and i fully quote Lynn.. now here.. below..
“Gospel” of Thomas is apocryphal, not canonical…
naked is distracting and too cold in Iowa, Fred..;)”
And in preface here.. the major ruse of pastors of
fundamentalist churches is to say to the congregation
if the miracles attributed to Jesus are not 100% literally
true there can be no God..
that’s just plain silly
when words
become
God over
the Great I AM
oF all that is as we
are pARt and pARCel
of IAM too.. as even
science shows the
entire Cosmos
as reflection
of God
lives
within we
pArt and pARCel too..:)
So i go on to respond to
Lynn.. hmm.. making the
nice poet’s site into a
religious debate.. hehe..
WiNks..
The Educated Greeks
Determined what sects
Of oral tradition illiterate
Armaic speaking folks in
The area exchanged over
Four Decades.. Ranging from
So-called Christian sects believing
in one to twelve Gods depending on
which sect one talked too.. And for 1500
years or so until the first English printed edition..
There were no copy machines but scribes where
biblical scholars teach budding pastors at Divinity
Schools that those scribes made any where from
three to four hundred thousand mistakes.. Some
minor and some major as all humans do copying
written material by hand with only two letters by
Paul to the Ephesians likely written by an
original author.. And of course the Trinity
Idea was Determined by the soon to
be expanded Roman Catholic Empire
four Centuries after Yeshua died..
Pastors who graduate from Divinity
Schools rarely tell the Congregation the Bible
is far from infallible but they clearly understand that
ye of little faith will never believe in God without myths..
i took the parts of Luke that promise Heaven comes in this
generation.. The Golden rule.. With consume no others with harm..
The parts where with Faith.. Belief and Hope can heal us as even
The Scribe of Science proves now.. And will to do more than Jesus
as that part by John makes sense too.. The rest.. i consider the
source by taking the advice of whomever wrote Luke and
the Gospel of Thomas and find God and the
KinGdoM within.. There was no cold
in the Desert my Friend.. And
the real ISreAL IS A place like
America where all children Of God can
pursue Life.. Liberty and Happiness aka Heaven now..
i for one live there but the original Greek definition of
Apocalypse.. In lifting the Many Veils of ignorance sure
does help along with discernment of truth and light as i
for one complete a full witness for the God.. I Am.. For
42 months with over 3.3 million words in the longest long
form poem in the history of humankind surpassing the previous
centuries long effort of 1.8 million words with a total of 12 million
words documented to this year in 6 years span too on Thanksgiving
Day along with Six thousand miles of public Dance in three years praising..
I AM… Just fully fulfilling what King David said he would Celebrate God on
the Naked part of the Dance too and that my friend Is what 100 percent Hope..
Faith.. And Belief WiLL juSt Do after escaping iSREAL Hell on Earth for 66 months
where one second in Hell is a thousand years with a pain in my right eye and ear
assessed by modern science worse than crucifixion.. That was the hardest part
by far of doing so much more than the myths attributed to Jesus.. But again
my faith
iSREAL I AM..:)
And now i say further..
Here’s the deal it’s
fear that holds people
back from realizing that
Heaven can and will be now
with 100% Hope.. Faith and
Belief now in juST doing a practice
of MoVinG.. ConNecTinG and CreAtinG
with fearless Love now.. in 100% positive
liGht.. what are they afraid of.. what happens
after death of course.. that they may never see
their loved ones from before.. as they cannot
handle the thought they may never
see them again after they
die.. well.. the truth is
they will never see them
the same again
in the next second
that comes as the reality
is we change every now over the
course of a lifetime.. life is all change..
now and even if Jesus could come back now..
he would change too.. as we all do as nows
go by.. and hopefully as the Verse of John says
do more as well.. in human potential continuing
to be set free as the great I AM continues to emerge
with uS as Greater liGht and tRuth now as WeLL.. this
requires much greater hope.. faith.. and belief than a whimpering
belief that all you have to do is say a magic incantation of John
3:16.. and you’ve got it made no matter what you do now..
well sure.. that’s what they say when you buy the
used car at the car lot with the slick
snake oil salesman there..
Religions are designed
to control and subjugate
folks with illusory promises
and fears overall.. including
the control of reproductive freedoms
to make life easy.. where men won’t have
to work to attract mates either.. you know
like doing something else rather than watching
sports on the weekend or reading the Newspaper
all night.. instead of paying attention to your lovely wife..
and sure even science shows that the clergy is in the top
10 checklist of professions for folks with Psychopathic
traits all out to control the heart strings of others for
sexual domination and greater material resources
to hoard some more grains over sharing and
giving.. TrUth and liGht in the now
of Heaven.. is jUSt about
the best we
can
ask for
in life.. and
this gift is beyond
amazing myths and miracles
for iT isREAL Heaven alWays now..
but to get tHeRe the longest way around
is after death.. and sadly that is the biggest
lie ever established by human beings as
insane as insane can possibly
be believed by the
sheep who follow
blindly afraid
if they
step out
off the sidewalks
of social approval that
they will be outcast and
starve to death.. which of course
is a real part of human instinct for survival
and why this camel is so huge.. and the escape
truly is an eYe of A needle.. that perhaps one has
to endure Hell 66 months to more fully escape.. the
veils of ignorance are legion.. oh.. but the sweet
honey and milk of TrUth and liGht iS alWays
now so soothing.. as the
greaTeST SonG
and DanCe oF aLL
as the gift of God aLL
oF Nature to us Free now..
as The Raven sings now his
or her song.. of abundance
in this iSREAL Land of Grapes of Joy..
where the parachute of culture no longer
holds wE down iN LiGht oF Truth iN practice noW..:)
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Hmm.. sUre.. tHis iS worth
repeating and exPANanDinG oN too..
GreaTest heARt
oF hUman
imAginATiOn
thaT GroWs
morE iN
eYes
thaN Books..
SpiRiT moveS
conNecTinG.. CreaTinG
miNd And BoDy WhOle..
Ocean GroWs soUL
moRE..
wE noW
oF nAtuRE
breAthe..:)
erbiage says.. in response to me
on Dee’s Poetry site from dVerse..
“Katie, i’m fascinated by your use of capitals.
what are you trying to do with that? is it random?
FARE of nature is interesting, so is the e-yes of eyes.”
Shawna Baby.. My FriEnd.. to my credit says..
“He’s a genius. He’s creating words inside of words,
telling secrets and stories, and most people are
probably missing it. You’ll never meet
anyone as smart as this man.”
And then/now.. i saY in
extended Micro-Verse wayS..
SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. erbiage.. i FeeL/
SeNse poEtry more than ReAson iT
but as Yin and Yang goes.. i do
both.. Standard IQ.. is rather new
and antiquated too.. as all standards
are.. all of
Nature aka
God iF one
can see a painting
even larger than that
in tapestry of finer strokes
as brush of we.. all is synchronicity
and all is ink blot wHere ultimately
our multi-UNiverse as perceived
becomes our own
personal
trUth
and liGht
of all that is
aka God As well..
SMiLes.. the longer
answer is on my blog
to the tune of over 3.3 million
words as complex or more complex
than this in the longest long form poem
now arriving at 703 Macro-Verses of Ocean
Whole poem.. that can be titled many things
from that to a 42 month witness for God of all..
to ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’ iN the SpiRit of Whitman
too.. in his prophecy that the standard of before
will be the priests of the cosmos now..
wHere the greatest
Lover of the
UniVerse
iS the
PoEt who
SinGS a SonG
oF soUL Long and Free..
i am the Ocean.. i am a Field..
i am a wave.. a river.. a stream
and a droplet of water as particle
too.. i have no limits.. no expectations
and my dance in real life for 6 thousand
miles in praising all that is life of what i find
now.. in just three years.. iSreal MaGiC2 mY friEnd..
it stArted somewhere in the Renaissance age.. with
folks Like Leonardo.. Michelangelo.. Beethoven.. Mozart…
in darker lives of Van Gogh.. Poe.. Aleister Crowley in more
modern days.. and perhaps even with what remains of a
oral tradition of 40 years for a man who died on a
cross no less no more.. than the price of
free.. i am.. ’cause i can and will..
i do.. aS fearless love powers
all that i do do.. my
Friend.. and
there are others
like me in a new
age.. with no limits
or expectations like my
Friend Shawna here.. who
in her 40’s may do much more than
me stArting all of this at age 50.. and
you too my friEnd.. as you can see me..
more fully.. for most folks they miss the
who of i online.. but haha.. in real life believe or
not.. and sure i can prove it too.. as 1000 smiling
ear to ear dancing girls with me in that same Ocean
Whole Poem with close to 100K total photos and
scores of thousands of music videos tale too..
yes.. i am named Dance Legend at 233LBS of
Arnold looking middle age dude
who wears shades every where
he dances.. in all the public
stores where his
wife ‘Isis’.. let’s just
call her an Egyptian
Goddess for now.. shops.. never
aging either at 46 as the photos now
show too.. and yes.. sHades required
for a stint of Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia..
for 66 months from wake to sleep also known
as the worst pain known to mankind.. technically
assessed as worse than the pain of crucifixion..
3 hours would have been so much easier than
66 months but that and 18 other life threatening
disorders in synergy of total then effect/affectd of heLL
oN earth.. including losing all my emotions.. even
the memory of a smile.. or laugh..
as there is no reference point
for any of that when
emotions go..
where one second
is a thousand years
of hell where all is time
and in comparison.. in heaven
on earth there is no time at all..
only heaven which makes writing
a full 12 million words as documented
online since ThanksGiving day of 2010..
even in hell for 33 more months then until
the end of July of 2013.. a cakewalk of sorts
where i get to eat the cake and icing whole now..
anyWay.. this is the short version to your answer..
and sure i’ve already discussed the long one to date
now.. thanks for asking.. i’m sort of that dude or dudette
they speak of in the Gospel of John.. who will do works
greater than Jesus.. but nah.. i am just a grain of sand from hell..
or a
mustard
seed perhaps
with winds of a hurricane
with a totally calm center
relatively speaking
that
never
gets tired..
have a great now..
i find now as the
most delicious place
of milk and honey per that
poem titled Xanadu too.. my friend..
and sure you could call this Hypergraphia
too.. my psychiatrist wanted to give me Epilepsy
drugs to shut the flow down.. but there is no dam
for this River oF Ocean now.. nor shores to hold me back..
and by the way.. Lewis Carroll is said to be Hypergraphic too.. and
sure i can do greater non-sense than this.. as far as literal goes too..
bottom line..
the iNks bLot
for purpose and
meaning we all decide
differently with will and
sAMe too.. all pArt of Ocean
as this micro-verse here
as large.. it may seem
here will go along
with that
micro-micro
verse above of another
micro-verse noW iN a
Macro-Verse larger titled
‘iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy’..
that will comprise the 703rd Macro Verse
of Ocean Whole Poem that is KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
as pen name to date too.. and in that Pen name is
a micro-micro-micro Verse that has many meanings
as well.. and in each letter or number of the English
Language and Roman Numerals as well.. the
Essence of God and Universe whole may
be found.. in micro-micro-micro-micro verse
way as well.. AS above so below my
friend.. the English
Langauge..
depending
on who arts it
can in many ways
reflect the whole enchilada
of all that is.. however.. still
only a form of the essence for all that is..
greater than any human will pen by hand
or digital keyboard as maestro of symphony
of God same.. in abstract symbols.. my FriEnd..
anyway.. Shawna baby.. my friEnd.. set
the standard for this Micro-Verse
my FriEnd.. and apologies
to De here.. for filling
up her blog..
as always
i copy
and paste
what i do as i go
aLong and as alWays
if anyone doesn’t feel
comfortable with a Hurricane
of Micro-Verse or Micro-Micro Verse
blowing through like this.. it doesn’t hurt
my feelings to be erased out in the field per se..
as Ocean Whole Poem retains back ups of all that is here
all over the Internet in many places too.. as i don’t plan now
on having to do this whole thing over.. at least not in one lifetime.. friEnd..
or 3 to 6
years
or so..;)
Yay for Yoga..
and i
enjoyed
the
visit
with your poetry2..;)
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“The laugh of a child will make the holiest day more sacred still.”
— Robert G. Ingersoll (American lawyer and orator 1833-1899)
“I exist as I am, that is enough.” — Walt Whitman
“One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.”
— Elbert Hubbard
In view of these three pArts of Wisdom..
it’s worth noting that some folks cannot
Feel the Laugh of a Child
nor the FeeLinG
of Sacred..
i exist as i AM
iS rarely enough
iF one can feel
neither the Laugh
of a Child or A
FeeLinG oF Sacred…
For one who can feel neither..
two alone will likely never be glad allone..:)
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Facebook Friend Himali..
originally from India..
working in the
United Arab
Emirates..
shares a status
that says friend never
truly leave as they always
live within.. one’s heARt..
And i say.
Hello Himali..:)
Himali returns..
Hello dear friend
And then i say..
Dozing off..
To sleep.. Nice
To see you..:)
Himali shares another Facebook
photo slide and details on 40 places
and things to do in life.. well worth it and i say..
They are currently doing a dVerse Poetry
Prompt on travel.. and although i get out
quite a bit in my metro area.. To Biloxi
Casino’s and such as that.. this reminds
me i don’t get out nearly enough to enjoy all of this..:)
And then Himali shares a slide of Wisdom..
suggesting to tolerate everyone’s opinions about
how they wish to change your mode of operation..
and then just say in so many words that’s brilliant
and go on
about doing
whatever ya
wanna do..
creatively of course..
And i say in response..
Haha.. can’t count
how many times i’ve done that..;)
And finally for now.. Himali shares
a Facebook Status on annoying things
girls who do not wear make-up hear from others..
And i say..
Just another great reason..
i’m glad i’m not girl having
to reach all of cultural expectations
and surely the same for worrying about
any expectation for both males and females…
Free means
not worrying about
cultural limits or expectations..
at least for me.. beyond what is
required of local.. state.. federal..
and community rules for places where
one might like to participate online and
offline
too of course..:)
And now i say in somewhat summary..
yeah.. blogs are nice.. as folks can say what
they want ya to do.. but they cannot make you
do anything.. as long as you please the overall
rules of blogs.. which are very very liberal these
days where as long as play by the laws of the land
you can
art almost
anything as
yes i’ve been
duly noted to do..
in excess of more than most..
hehe.. or perHaps all too.. foR noW haha..
anyway.. when i was linking to dVerse i had
suggestions from folks to sway me their way
of doing art.. frequently to down right rude..
until the administrators started
whittling away at my
creative potential..
no.. you can’t do art
for bucks.. likes.. shares..
followers.. or generally speaking
brown nosing.. if you expect to fulfill
the liGht poTenitAL of yoUr fuLL
creative aRt.. and how
many times in
history
as this
been proven out
but folks continue to
disregard what history
teaches about the outcasts
of human creativity.. who are not
understood more fully until perHaps even
Centuries later.. as they did not conform to
the standard IQ and grade of the Art Day..
the greaTest pARt iS suPport online
these days can be found in
so many ways
that local
towns could
never likely do before..
even if there was a law
as such for them to respect
the creatively different mavericks
among the other less creative sheep..
the key though still is developing the perseverance
and laser focus.. to by pass all the distractions of modern
life to truly create as free.. and without a continuing practice
of MiNd and BoDy Balance in martial arts and ballet-like
dance.. i could never have the focus to get all this
fun art dOne.. At LeASt for mE.. every element
of my practice of liFE works for the whOle
of allthatis.. aka God.. and this is
a ship that is an ocean
who will
not sink..
as i got this
shiT figuRed out
witH all that is hELp from GoD..;)
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For the longest time..
i feared having pets..
and never had another dog
after the first one died.. and with
allergies inside to both cats and dogs..
the need to breathe superseded the need
to feel the
Unconditional
Love of another
mammal real..
yes.. i got
over that..
and of
course
Mama’s who
love unconditionally
give the same.. my Wife’s
greatest pain in losing her
mother is she never felt love
from her mother.. i suppose that
could be A dArkest place oF all..
fortunately for her..
her Grandmother gave
that to her.. and her death
was very hard on her..
but perhaps not as
hard as the
Mother
whom
she
never felt love
from.. a Mother who
seemed like she needed
more from Wife.. than love
to give to her.. and when
my Father died.. a
couple of years
ago.. i was
unsure if
i could grieve
at all.. as he never
really could express
emotions enough to ever
even get too close to him as
those two ships that
pass in the night..
writing helps to get
it out.. and as long as i can get
it out.. the grieving can be a muse
to give more love as gift of writing from
what is received in life as love.. and of course
that applies to all of what can be A SpiRit
ExpReSsing as hUman heARt from a
Dance of a SMiLe.. to a Symphony
of miNd and BoDy soUl
BaLanCinG iN all
the ways that comes..
bottom line for me.. is my
Mother’s Love spArked the Love
oF i.. however.. we are human and when
we find ourselves outcast for whatever reason
from the social group.. we suffer in misery as
social animals by default are evolved
to do liFe toGeThEr in the touch
of LoVinG eYes.. hands and
sure hips and otHeR
pArts as weLL
of Ocean Whole Love..
with Fearless too.. noW
that liGht pARt of my MoTheR
LiVes within.. both nature and
nurture.. flowerS iN Garden oF liFe..
It seems my sister inherited more of
my Father’s brain as ‘they say’ that is Evolution’s
way for survival too.. as daughters who survive
infanticide over ages tend to look more like the father
in many ways.. including behavior.. and sons the same by
moThers..
OF Love
that
spreads as WeLL..
Love grows.. bottom line..
and i’m sure my sister feels
the same way about my mother..
but i desire to spread the love of my
mother decades after she is gone.. the
gift that keeps giving.. in a room for oTHeRS..:)
AnyWay.. iT aLway’s
hard it seems to be
totAlly
alone..
And art
is aT leASt
a spArk for allone..
my friEnd now.. the
featheredsleep/Candice..:)
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WeLL.. 3:21 pm..
9142016.. sTiLL
and back to dVerse
for one Travel Prompt
link left iN
a sparse
participation
of 12 liNkers so
far and back then
to the Quadrille week
Long prompt on the term
‘Open’ that seems to
continue to
draW iN
more
of
a crowd for now..
hmm.. makes me wonder..
as most poets seem introverted
if they are mostly homebodies who
rarely get out to Travel.. like me for
decades too and still limited to the
Southeast Gulf Coast Region.. as WeLL..:)
“Voyageur”.. a title for
your poem.. Sanaa..
and a lonely place
of traveler.. i sure..
can relate..
never having
girl friends in high school
rarely for even one date..
i traveled to the movies..
the shows of Romance
and couples holding
hands.. the fair
grounds
of loving
squealing
loud embraces
as Spring of Love
iN Winter’s Hot
Chocolate in
sharing
Football
games of
homecoming too..
my High School football
Team won the state championship
in ’78.. and finally my ‘Voyageur” status
of Love found a first love that year.. 10
months later back to ‘Voyageur’ travel
again for Love.. quick stops here and
there for warmth.. but
never travel full for
love until
age 28 in ’89
and a river of life
of love from a wife who
never ages.. sure.. i can appreciate
that enough to love her.. where she
never will.. age.. smiles at least not yet at 46.. travels young..
as the photo evidence of the blesSing of that magic continues..
i always wished for
what ‘they’ named
as sweet sixteen
in highschool..
and as my cousin’s wife
said at a recent family reunion..
Katrina is “The Eternal Teenager”..
Be Happy for what yA wish for when dreAms iSREAL..
and by all means.. count those blesSinGS as they may never
happen again.. who kNows.. even in hiStory of 3.3 million words
and 100K photos.. my wife is quite a muse as travel of ‘Voyageur”
goeS on..
iN TrUman
sHow stYle..;)
Hmm.. that was/IS A Cool
Prompt.. i think the deadline
is midnight or so.. hope for more
voyeur travel opportunities to expand on later..
but yes.. as mentioned before.. now back to ‘Open’ Quadrilles now..;)
The giver..
the nurturer..
the people pleaser
too.. the Nurse who now
cannot separate emotions
from healing others whole..
but a caution
to the all
for rest
as the injured
loves are more than
few.. and bodies too..
White Knights
and
Joan
of Arcs
and even
Mother Teresa’s
have felled to long dARk
niGhts of the soUl as those
who love others more than
self of preservation now…
sad.. how much
love iS
iN the
history of those
eYes that cavern now..
And i think the clinical
term for that is Draining..
or the Hero Archetype who falls to dARk..
and in my opinion.. likely associated with
Fibromyalgia too.. as Angels are Human2..:)
Way back when i lost my
soul.. there were those
who said my words
were eloquent
and full
of feelings..
how opaque
that window was
into the eYes of soULs
who could still see and
feel the SpiRit in only
empty sheLLs of
words oF i..
left of
HeART..
GRowN CoLd
from dead sea
Black Hole Soul..
sure.. a logical memory
of vehicles and vessels
that housed the essence
of my humanity and.. lesSon
for the rest of my eternity now..
Essence is what counts over Form..:)
sMiLes.. my FriEnd
i find ‘wildlife’
everywhere..
juSt
‘asKing’
to be iN
A Longest Long Form Poem..
perHaps.. one IS A Robin too..
Unfortunately.. most Birds
cannot open the poem
up but that
will change..
eventuAlly..
then.. even if..
Robins.. never know..;)
SMiLes..
Love folks..
who ride by seats
of Motorcycles so
free now.. air in hair
breeze..
live now..
go for broke
stay fixed for Free..
oH.. Jack London.. your
changed dog to Wolf
lives as me.. but nah..
i’LL dance free and save-on helmets..:)
ps..
Bingo.. 44..
it’s like MonKey’s
typing.. sooner or later..
even free ones
get
caught
iN Zoos..
hehe.. and twice..
i kinda cheat-ed to geT-iN..
That reminds me.. yes! Toy
Soldier..! i needed that Song..
Sorry.. no conText
but
a cAll….
from ET
phones home..44..2..;)
MecHanical Cognition
Vs..
HeARt Cognition..
Two
Pipes
and
Relative
Free WiLL
to feed two miNds
in BaLanCinG for oNe Free SoUL..
and Body of course
as EmoTioNs
fLow
from head
to toe.. by way
of Vagal nerve
as some folks say..
Kundalini Serpent FReED2..
Emotional Regulation and
Integration of senses.. MoVinG..
ConNecTinG and creaTinG.. it’s
not enough tRuLy to open
A miNd and heARt
in BaLanCe with
directions
alone..
as life is
more than
even poeTry of heARt..
HeARt moves from head to toe..
Abest way to close heARt is
to STiLL
A MoVinG
DancE oF liFe..
Children often FeeL better
as they DancE without reaSon..:)
Gridlock
of human nature
as science shows
half are leaning now
conservative and closed
minded mostly.. and now the other
half goes liberal and more progressively
open minded.. split
jury of everything..
most often..
as being human…
Order in the court
vs free
for
aLL.. both
sides have thEir
merits.. even stuck
in gears of going no wHere much..
sTanding more
STiLL in
BaLanCinG
aLL of both sides..:)
SMiLes.. it seems
tHat NatUre only
asks.. liKe
aLL
planEts
thaT
we spiral
Free iN BaLAnCinG..
And then hUman
creates
sidewalks
and moves
one way oF liFE..
Lesson of Nature
Spiral FloW as noW FReED..:)
sMiLes my friEnd Sumana..
i thiNk all the problems
in the world can be
traced to one
English
three letter
word of ‘own’..
and then when folks
attempt to name Nature
God and ‘Own God’.. comes
stuff like destroying ‘Islands’
and so many otHeR species
along the way…
To Give Love
Freely in sharing
is trUly A greATest
evolved gift yeT.. And
this EARTh as home to do
thaT is Equal giFt oF Nature onE..
All of this is in plain site of FeeLinG..
but only for those who SenSe and FeeL iT..
Nature Deficit Disorder stArts wiTh a three letter
word of own.. and ends in a six letter phrase of GoD owN..:)
SMiLeS noW..
i used to watch
politics until
i determined
that both sides
alWays win..
then i lEarned
to Love it all open.. sacred
and holy and i won heaven now..
all IS A FeeLinGs and SeNses..
rest is an inkblot test.. i choose
to love iT all.. sImply
’cause i can..
the gift
of fearless
unconditional
love with eXpanding
liGht and LoVe of DaRk
and struggles sAMe.. as
sure it is no surprise
that ark
iS iN dARk..
but nah.. not
much for smAll
talk but i Love it..
and all those kitty
kats on Facebook too.. as the
Internet is developed souly for ThAT..
thiS eNtire rUse is to showcase mY KAt..;)
5:11 pm..
eat now..
work-out
perHaps
continue later
after all of that..;)
Back at 10:27 pm.. 9142016..
for more ‘Open’
themed liNks
from dVerse..
juSt liKe
FiRe
oPen
all the way..;)
PreSent
oF.. oPen..
alWays noW..
Now ways all
Penning thAT
aS Present day
ways.. Open doors
go both ways..
dArk
and liGht
vieWinG iT
from Distance
All is Masterpiece
taPestry wHole Paint..:)
Morning star memories
anew each day
oF liGht
pass
distance of
moonLit reminders..
sleep peacefully
until day
break
oF
Sunlit liFe..:)
Wow.. first.. amazing.. a poet shared Ammonia Avenue from
Alan Parson’s yesterday.. and now Kim is sharing
The Trees by the great deep deep band
Rush where every song is
a masterpiece of
poetry too..
same as
Alan Parson’s
too.. Led Zeppelin..
etc.. wHere the words
of the new age prophets
are written on concert hall
walls.. more and less.. as back
in the red state town i live in..
deeper ways of poetry
could only be
found then..
in Rock and
Roll.. so watered
down it is now.. compared
to what Geddy Lee and Rush
could do to bRing so much meaning
to Lyrics of a Song in the 70s back then..
most sadly nature deficit disorder rules the
world a cultural cancer upon the earth that
is erasing breathing from the Tree oF LiFE supplied
as oxygen
to the
heArt
of what
Mammal liFe
does best.. Breathe..
A Tree oF liFe iN liGht..:)
Faded Sunflowers lining
Open heArt
Surgery
failing
to BrinG
liGht back..
sure.. been to this
place too.. for a year
or so when young.. but
66 months later in the
middle of what life
in hell can be
as not
so well..
but surely
there is strength
in the smile so tired
of whining that’s all
that’s left to do..
to shield others
from the
Darkness
one lives in
side.. i was
determined never
to say another negative
word.. never complain and
eventually imagine and create
a way for liGht to travel back real..
so let it be written so let it now be
done.. when the starlit connection
of words and emotion finAlly SinG
in Unison
a SonG
oF liGht..
tHere is no
mistaking the
oTheR place for
those who pen it
experiencing dARk isREAL..:)
i suppose the words came
first.. connecting emotions
to words.. and then a walk
every night at 3 AM..
challenging
the dark
woods no
longer to bring
a chill along my spine..
and then a dance.. with
never lessons.. and now
a spiraling balance
of all limbs
from head
to toe..
with emotional
regulation and sensory
integration never had before..
the body keeps score.. and
the score can be changed my
FriEnd.. never give up as the
next dance may be as youR liGht..:)
SMiLes..
bubbles
tickle
an open..
funny
bone..
i sheD thE bubbLes..;)
Well.. i must
say one day.. my wife
and i may open a liNk or
too in an assisted living
home.. more than likely
she’ll be assisting
me like she
is now..
and i’LL
sTiLL be
wRiTing
then.. rarely
catching uP on
what i wrote.. as
wRiTing Goes oN peN iS
alWays.. reADy to pLay..
even iF.. the dance fades Away..:)
i find that
prayers
are
often
answered..
with an open heArt..:)
i’m entertaining
changing the title
of my current Macro-Verse
per.. iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy..
but grapes keep coming up every
where i go.. the other one is
sigNature sUn arE onE..
and i muSt
say folks
are ratHeR
odd about
sharing and giving
tHeir grapes.. sweet
iS in that taste.. unbridLed
by ownership as fruit of VinE..:)
And afteR All
‘thaT joY’..
i’M sUre
i’D oPen
uP iN joYous
unBridLed dAnce..:)
SAdly..
trUe hUman
Force of
Fearless
Love.. rarely
seeks the Power
and Status required for Lead..
but of course they
inherit
the earth..
satisfied
in who
and what they are..:)
Open Books of heARt
alWays free
to touch
for read..
are my favorite
ones to bridge
heArt and miNd
as no hOlds are barRed for Free..:)
Apocalypse oF Doors
as original Greek Definition
says.. lifting veils of ignorance..
inside..
outside
inside more
one or the
other..
LiGht SinGS
TruTh wiTh veils
flaiLed AWay…:)
SMiLes.. an opportunity
to keep brain waves
away from beta
worry to
border
of alpha
and theta
trance seems
to alWays keep my
fLow a Going.. but of
course even the possibility
for stress free makes that possible..
the reaSon
miNd
rarely
floWs as
A heARt iN liGht
wiLL.. tAkinG FliGht..:)
Ending the open prompt..
now one more Travel liNk
left and i’M donE
with dVerse
for noW..:)
Travel of food
aCross the globe..
spices.. and sweet
stuff along the way..
change iS alWays
wonderful
as time
zones differ..
oh.. but the taste
buds.. do liGht uP
when a variety oF liGht
comeS
to
FeeL..
A CuLiNary deLiGht..:)
11:50 pm.. 9142016..:)
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Words
Seed
Scattered Love
Sure.. why not share every Facebook
Provided Macro-Verse Memory of
before.. aS oNe comeS noW
from one year ago..
as a title
IS A Poem..
and PoEtry iS all
that flows from heARt
in words of HUman from
the source of God oF Nature’s
GreaTest Gift to hUman and all
other animals that is sentience..
yes.. FeeLinG.. SeNSinG SeN
SualiTy too.. and in some..
ImAginAtioN.. iN MoVinG
ConNecTinG.. and
CreATinG more
to add a verse
in continuing
Emergence
of All ThAT iS
AKA GoD oF NAtuRE noW..
in the interconnecting.. interdependent
relationship oF aLL.. every pARt of God
from the Dandelion that grows wild to
to the number 6 Developed along
with all other globally
now established
numbers
by the early
East Indians on the
South Asian Continent
later to be developed by
Arabians as the spirals of
the numeral 6 reflect the
Italian Scholar Fibonacci’s
Golden Phi Spiral mean of 1.618
as this scholar encountered these numbers
from Hindu-Arabian numerical system and spread
them in Europe where they would eventually become
the world standard of numbers in math.. as this Phi Spiral
reflects the patterns of how God of Nature moves in sentience
and every moving electron around nucleus to subatomic Quantum
particles to the curled fetus and cat.. Hurricanes.. Sun Flowers.. Nautilus
Shells.. Galaxies around Black Hole Suns and all around.. above.. so below..
inside.. outside all of what we are and see in and as our existence now..
even when the words flow with pen and voice as science can
measure now.. outside of pre-planned lines
that control the free of heARt
poETry.. PoEtry is the
free expression of liFE..
and all of existence noW..
it exists at the smallest of
particles to the all in all.. Poetry iS
God FReED.. sadly.. humans in their
sealed packages have attempted to
chain this freedom out of change of
flow than never ends.. however
God looks right through
them and
continues
to change..
God is Free.. and so am
i and WE.. God plays no
games of hUman rules..
and all they are is
brown paper
bags..
that
we look wRitE
through and escape too..
as Words Seed Scattered Love..:)
Sure.. now.. why not continue to give.. share.. move on..
A place wHere everyOne kNows yOur Face
Macro Verse Memory here.. from
two years ago.. some folks
more extraverted who
gain energy from
the social connection
for sure what science shows
is among the 80% of the animal
Kingdom who are born rovers vs born
sitters.. for some the environment consumes..
scares.. and inhibits movement.. for others.. environmental
change drives movement seeking stimulation to create and
produce more that has never been seen before.. and sure the
one’s who sit out of greater fear become rule makers to angle
skyscrapers to make more sense where trees and
shrubs and even rain on sand becoming silt
is ever changing too.. a balance of
nature it is.. as those who
sit are less likely
to die in accidents
early than those who rove..
and take chances to make
progress grow.. in God emerging
more in all of wE as Team liGht over
team dARk in Fear of course.. anyWay..
the powerful play does go on.. as some
dead poets also say.. and some of wE add
verses and some of We stay stagnate and fear..
holding on to our feathered nests and the
safety for the children we spawn too..
and all of that is okay as it makes
the world go ’round and
’round in free and
guarded ways
in all species
as it were and still
is now.. and i’ve been blessed
to be in center of this.. the extreme
of the one who sits closed in as
bedroom sitter for 66 months
to now the Dancing Guy
all around metro way..
known mostly by
face of shades
and dance of Feet
with arms and torso
and hips that swirl as
Golden Spiral Mean
of Phi too.. and i must
say the Rover in mE or the
Good Cop Mr. Hyde has so much
more fun that the goody two shoes stiLL
of the Dr. Jekyll and Sheldon Cooper of Before..
sure.. Clark Kent too.. and Bruce Wayne in the
nerdier version of Adam West too.. all human
archetypes from domesticated to wild..
to the Jesus who turns over money
tables to the Good Cop Jesus who
turns the other cheek.. and Loves aLL..
and sure.. add in the unconditional
Love to WilD and one moves
beyond the archetype
of even Superman
Before..
and more..
as God continues
to emerge anew in we who move..
connect and never stop creating reneWed..:)
And sure.. the dArkest sides
of all the Isis headhunters..
so far away from the
Goddess ISIS protecting
all of Nature.. the ones who
who use a Penis for a spear
of raping little 12 years old girls..
the ones who crucify those who
believe different and if you think that
is attached to any specific religion.. nah..
it is psychopathic compassionless driven
with no affective empathy that feels only the
pain of others as pleasure.. the illness of the
heARt that is never born or dies as black whole soul..
Gun Black Boots that kill all of Love in tHeir way
of domination.. subjugation.. and rule by illusory
fears and promising the rape of little girls..
devils born.. devils bred.. devils
nourished by fear and hate..
Love will never either
tolerate or
accept this..
Love will if necessary
strike this down as the
Angel who steps on the
devil who iSREAL and
crushes the
breath of
the fear and
hate but nah..
words will do as
there are some words
much more powerful than
swords.. the words that come
from the Good Cop God in
all of We who Fearless Love..:)
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faithfully.. although the embedding feature
for profile photos both current and historical
in terms of sharing on blogs continues to go
a route of SNAFU for now.. and that’s okay..
as the my own trusty photo stream and
stored photos in Macro-Verse
way are plan B..
and i’ve got
plan C
and D
and
F for
alpha numerical
6 degrees of separation
that make Unity for
back uP as it were
and is still for now..
hehe.. so my
fingers can
keep on
FloWinG
in a
HoLy
SpiRiT
way..
with no
worries of
SNAFUS here
and tHeRe as Murphy’s
Law is due challenge
than can be defeated
with a little human common sense..
for the longest run.. even after death..
as far as the KA of my SoUL liVinG oN..
with or without out me.. life goeS on..
but sure.. why not continue to love
after death but you will only
understand that for
free and
not for
big bucks
if Angel eYes
of Empath hUman
liVes as you kNow..
iN F E E L i n G noW..
where the needs of the
many outweigh the mortalLiTy of the one..
anyWay.. every letter.. hindu number..
word.. poem.. and photo
and all of extension
of God in culture
now..
reflects
the interconnecting
interdependent relationship
of all that is.. GoD now.. i
juSt happen to gRoW aS i
continue to exPaNd the girTh
of sentient lens view.. and give
and share that as i continue to live onE..:)
And finAlly.. a share of
17 year old Fred in his
Graduation Annual photo
Suit for Senior year.. along
with a picture same of sister
a year ago.. for her special year
book day as Senior too.. and then
a smiling little boy.. who doesn’t try
to limit his smile.. and the smile that
lives again.. in the heARt of a boy who is Free again..
nah.. tHeRe ain’t much smile left by the time i reach
17 after 12 years of school.. but that is what
life spent in mechanical cognition
can and will do.. for those
smartY pants among
us who get
our gold
stars of life
from making
the grade the
teacher loves the
most validating tHeiR
accomplishment of meeting
the grade culture expects too..
and art goes missing from smart
and if you are lucky that doesn’t
end in S and M modern Isis ways..
anyWay when Science and Art
comes toGeTHer aS BaLaNCinG
in HuMan BeinGS it’s like splitting
an atom.. as Force more comes
in S times A of Fearless Love
to bE.. as a sMiLE
goes wide beYond..
aS iNfinITy noW..:)
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First.. we had Christian Grey.. you know that
Billionaire or so.. from Shades of Grey..
with a drug addict mom.. who could
not provide him with
the empathic
and compassionate
connections in the brain
and rest of body that come
with touchy feely love from ages
0 to 3 and later as well.. if the pipe
of love gets all damned up by social
abuse in whatever form that comes as
outcast too.. so.. sure.. his brain gets twisted
in another way out of body balance and
Sado-Domination becomes his
way of gaining pleasure
over the pain of others..
sure.. no different really..
just legal in comparison
to the Isis bred soldiers
who rape little girls and can
feel pleasure from their pain as
they are missing what makes us human
fully as well.. and now.. not really surprising we
have Christian Wolff.. cute little word play.. as sure
the Jesus dude kinda made up his moral code as
he went that defied the rule
as law of the land
before.. at least
what we know
of the Good Cop
Jesus and Bad Cop
Jesus.. ranging from hate your
mama.. daddy.. brothers and sisters..
and children too.. if they do not follow
your new moral code.. or perhaps turn the
other cheek for another blow across the face
if that is the relative moral authority that the code
of the day makes for now.. it’s pretty easy to tale that
more than one person and probably a gridlock church council
meeting.. no different than the congress of today came up
with a health plan like that just enough to get it through
for final approval.. otherwise.. it would not be anywhere
near that contradictory if one person and one
person only wrote the story.. and sure..
there is.. i bring a sword and not
peace.. and Love your
neighbor as yourself
in consuming no others
with harm.. and live by the
sword and die by the sword..
not much integrity in that New Testament
in that Jesus dude if you really take the time
and effort to peruse it from back to front to
back again.. in a day.. not a year span.. of
forgetting what was said before.. amazed
i am that decades old pastors.. cannot
remember the cognitive dissonance
verses out of their killing and
loving book that tells a
tale of darkest dark
and lightest possible
light in old day terms so well..
but perhaps they are not accountants
like me that measure all of what comes
in empirical way.. and perhaps they are not
fluid intelligence makers of art new.. taking all
of rote memory and mixing it up and making something
brand new beyond.. of what they quote in crystalized
intelligence of the verses they care to remember from
their good book too.. sure.. it’s obvious that
Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne and
even Dr. Jekyll were all on
the autism spectrum
toward the
Asperger’s range
and surprisingly to some
but not to me at all now for sure..
came an epigenetic.. and neuroplastic
change.. no different really than the call
of the wild from that Good Book.. The Call of
the Wild.. yes that really good book that describes
so well the Nature Deficit Disorder than lives within
human being.. where the call may never be heard
and answered across a Clark Kent life sPan now..
and no doubt the literary agents who wrote
the books had a touch of the Asperger’s
too like Stephen Spielberg and the
eclectic Nature of
his movies
too.. then/now..
but here’s the thing..
if you are an Asperger’s
touched person and you find
a niche like the Accountant finally
did in the movie above.. you ain’t
functionally disabled in society as long
as you can make some dollar bills to live on the
niche you do.. and true.. it could take an entire
lifetime for a Mozart Opera to sell.. or a comic book
strip.. or whatever other niche one finds that might
not be in vogue yet
at the point in
culture where
fluid intelligence
explodes to do something
new.. but seriously.. those who
just copy what was done before..
basically go out of memory.. unless
they are someone like Muhammad
or the Isis folks who basically
paraphrase what was done
before.. and enforce it
by the power of the
sword.. and
promises of
raping whatever
is conquered next
by similarly inclined
warring psychopathic
leaning folks who come too..
yeah.. i can relate to this Accountant
movie in many ways.. but the guns shit
just don’t reflect the Empath Angel version
of the sorta Eros dude i am now.. hehe.. just waiting
for Sheldon Cooper to break out into joyous dance
and start writing poems around the world to give
up the crystalized limits of physics still today..
and this would have been a much
more fun movie in my eyes of
Fearless Love instead of the
guns
of Navarone
or whatever bigger
guns come next instead
of my way of Sunsets of
Beautiful Navarre Beach sTiLL
now… yeah.. i’ll go the naked
version of King David way of
dance instead.. and the Good Cop
Christian Jesus dude way of Golden
rule ways too.. sure.. i could be the Bad
guy if that made sense in Vengeance way..
but i don’t have to.. as my niche is Fearless Love..
i N Coming IN Glory Victory now..
and poetry and dance and all that
artsy fartsy stuff that Red
State folks love to
make fun of too..
and that’s okay.. there
is room in the world for Bad
Cop Jesus’ and Good Cop Jesus’
too.. it’s the way of dARk and liGht..
that will likely always exist as long
as the propensity for the dArk knight
of the heARt continues to exist.. i’LL
go the White kNight route 66.. after all there are sTill
some women in the world looking for a hero.. like thaT..
oh yeah.. and this ends today’s eXploration iN poEtry
of HeARt.. and SpiRit eXpresSing thaT emoTioNal..
miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG SoUl for now.. sure..
i’LL go with ‘sigNature sUn arE onE’ as titLed
Macro Verse 703.. and
iSREAL Land Grapes of Joy
is already in the mix foR noW
too.. anyWay.. mY Niche could
have been Mozart or Beethoven
too.. but Carpal Tunnel syndrome
etched a stop to that potential of piano
there.. back in ’07.. i wanna do iT all2..sure..
actor.. producer.. Director of my own GD play..
my niche is no limits.. no expectations and it’s
amazing what a person can do with two hands..
a body.. and a tool like an iPhone6s.. and iMac
Work Horse desk top computer too.. tHere is no
limits with fluid intelligence from head to toe..
and with trans-humanism benefit of
technology as slave of
art assistant..
with no
human
heARt
to
damn
as helper
now.. there are
no limits.. and even if
Shawna.. my Friend gets
to the point of her Asperger’s
Flavor of not understanding what i do..
i understand.. i juST do it.. and i will never
enforce anyone else to my moral code by
the sword or the gun same more
than Love oF art..
anyway..
it’s R and R
Sacred and Holy
Thursday for me..
i am at least cautious
enough not to go back to
the worst disorder oF all.. i had
before.. Nature Deficit Disorder.. the
one where the cAll of the wild goes
faint to lost.. sure.. Christian
Wolf Real iSREAL Wild
Good cop wolf
could
be
my pen
name too..
but sure noW..
KATiE MiA FredericK!iI..
speaks literAlly milLions of
words to.. all twelve of the apostles
of multi-verse numbers i for one create now
WiTh God Allone now.. as i ain’t gonna wait
for anyone else to pick up a ball that i for
one can lift over my head and
carry for steps and
words more
of PoEtry
DanCe StILL
to nowoneforevermore
come foR NoW.. so.. back
at 3 am with some fun dancing
photos from my 127th week of
dancing with all the cool college
age folks at Good Old Seville Quarter too.. Thursday night..
and perhaps this will get published later on today.. Thursday
9152016.. with ‘those photos’ on my own version of nine sixteen sixteen..:)
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SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Zee..
tHeRe IS A most beautiful
Flower in our yard named
as Passion Flower..
it’s almost
like a new
planet of color
in flower form
that could be
the home of
God and sure
in some ways it is
as pArt and parcel oF wHole
as we all are.. i particularly
appreciate the flower this year..
as few have bloomed in a
Summer of much rain
and fertile conditions
where the year
before was
more drought like
a desert.. and the
Blooms came even more
beautiful than ever before
in God’s co-Creation after
the struggle of desert before..
however.. the Winter came late..
and the flowers continued to bloom
through January.. and after all that
ease the blooms are not nearly
as much as that year of
struggle.. a flower
is God and a flower
is human.. the struggle
of dARk is what makes
liGht my friENd.. and
the powerful play of God
iSREAL goeS on for anoTher
now.. in all the sHades and hues
of color and grey to Kingdom come
that iS alWays now my FriEnd.. anyWay..
the great thing about writing poEtry.. iT allows
what Nature shows too as a dArk muse to bRing
a greATest liGht of Bloom in Flowers aS weLL..
and to continue the waves of muse from
low tide to high tide and the ‘tween
of all that is that balances..
we human
floWers
the sAMe..
you bRing back
memories of those
days of grief so long ago..
of my first love.. and that my
friEnd is enough to spaRk a greater
Bloom in Flower of i as WeLL.. bottom
line my FriEnd is we are all in this God’s
greaTEst play of liVinG liFE toGeTher…
To give and share is the greATest
Gift God gives uS in
both liGht
and dArk of
Struggle and
Joy.. to hold hands
up higher rather than
lower now.. mY FriEnd.. So
sure.. for today i’ll leave you with
a Desert Rose from Sting as you
kNow and FeeL MuSiC and SonG
and even photos of Nature’s SonG
Can BrinG a GreAtest HeaLinG Force too..:)
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Nah.. i guess i wasn’t quite finished with
this 703rd Macro-Verse after
all i just said and did..
and the Facebook
Secretary just
served
me up a
small helping
of the Nature photos
i took this morning where
it was so easy to see God in
a Dandelion.. that most folks
pull up to discard or use pesticide
to slowly choke and kill.. to wilt
of golden Flower as God’s
Will to live in all stuff
alive.. oh.. for
the order
and purpose
of human that
is scared of stuff
stiff.. out of line.. as i too..
once had to have my garden
bricks in line or oh no.. OCD could
rule the scared and anxiety of me
temporarily in an illusion of control
over simple acceptance of what
iS in the beauty of the larger
picture that is
God’s
GreaTest
Masterpiece
in sentience of life..
Free to live as Ocean Whole..
like my longest long form poem..
that so many folks have attempted
to talk me into pulling up to make more
presentable.. like a nicely trimmed sidewalk
to mansion of bricks.. nah.. my mansion will
be one oF art.. and Dandelions who refuse
to grow the way of human sheep shears..
just a reminder of the DandeLioN
of God who gRoWs on in GoD
arms of Free art as a
verse of UniVerse
that will not
be trimmed
by
lesser
and fearful
hands of control
of God’s art Free iN all oF uS noW..
yes.. i am a special snow fLake if
you see the more fuller Lake
of the F oF Y i.. FReED..
and sure you are
invited to
my
Paradise too..
for i am only
Luke Hot sTiLL for the Summer
in SpRinG oF eYes that liVE oN noW..
but in my case always going uP noW2..:)
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BeforE and After NovEL pARTy
Introductory post to Free Novels
GodsUniVerseNovel
41K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel
GodsUniVerseNovel2
51K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel
GodsUniVerseNovel3
338,630 words
Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
Approximately 3000+ printed pages…
With Hundreds of Beautiful Beach Photos..:)
KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
3 Million plus words
Super Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
AKA
SonG oF mY SoUL..:)
Approximately 30,000+ printed pages…
just ’cause
i caN
buiLd iT..
FoR Free..:)
And yeS.. FinAlly..
CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs..
A Thanks YoU oF sORts..
NoW..:)
Love iS
ALLTHaTis..:)
GRains oF SaNd
hOld mounTain
LoVe NoW..:)
GodsUniVerse 42 HiTchHiKinG
Hmm.. more and less..
A Meaning oF liFe..
After Book of Fred
And Purpose
of course too..
@lEast
for mE..:)
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