MagicK BUS of Dark and LIGHT in Hands and Feat
“Thus they allured ‘the Watchers’ before the ‘Flood’, for as
‘these’ continually beheld ‘them’,
‘they’ lusted after ‘them’
and conceived
THE ACT
in their
mind;
for ‘they’ changed themselves unto the
shapes of men and appeared to ‘them’
when ‘they’ were with their husbands;
and the women,
lusting in their minds
after their ‘forms’,
gave birth to
‘giants’,
for the Watchers appeared to
‘them’ as reaching
up
to
heaven.”
-Reuben 5
To be clear;
that’s just a ‘satire’,
of ‘sorts’,
and has nothing to do with
the innocent young
women
dancing with
me above
so
below…
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But never the less, OH! YEX!
HOW i do love to MUSE
WOMEN FROM THE
TIME i
am
in
KINDERGARTEN AND
BEYOND!
MORE ON THAT
COMING
‘LATER’.
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You see for a male empath, AKA
as the human archetype for ‘Angel’,
the pleasure is in the giving;
not the receiving,
and the
success in that
is reported in the
‘eyes of other males’..
through words like
“every woman who comes
up to this counter looking
into your eyes, leaves
‘dripping’..”;
30 or so years ago, when
i ‘live’ behind
a ‘service
counter';
to words a few weeks
ago at a concert when some
young men tell me, “you cast
your net out at
the bar
when you
dance
and leave the
girls
‘dripping’..”..;
Okay, that’s not something I will
have ever guessed either time;
I just want
to
make ALL THE
PRETTY GIRLS,
AND ALL THE GIRLS,
IN GENERAL,
SMILE,
and see
bright
eyes,
as that is enough for me;
that other ‘STUFF’ RARELY
CROSSES MY MIND
HMM..
UNTIL SOMEONE
BRINGS IT
UP
LIKE
THAT!
I do not know anything about
how sex even works
until
i am 16,
and love making any
girl I can, smile
and brighten
up their eyes,
before then,
just as much
as
now.
Life is ALWAYS GREAT
WHEN one TRULY
MUST ONLY
GIVE
and
receiving is not
even part of the game,
except for the
LOVE
one
GIVES.
And i suppose that is what
is part of the ‘ALLURE';
ALL i wanna
do
is
GIVE;
STILL AT AGE 54
AS JUST ANOTHER
GIFT TO THE OPPOSITE
GENDER.
AND YES, I continue to
LEARN NEW WAYS TO DO
JUST THAT; FOREVER
AS LONG AS
INTERNET
SERVERS
LIVE
and
GIVE
WITH
THE
GIVING
ME.
BUT ‘YOU’ WILL NOT
UNDERSTAND THAT
IF
‘YOU’
ARE
NOT
AN
‘ANGEL MAN’.
Perhaps there are only
‘200 or so of us';
So maybe that’s
why..
HA! HA!
Any way
it’s
‘NOTHING AT ALL’
TO ME;
I JUST CONTINUE
TO GIVE
THE
BEST
i can;
NOWFOREVERMORENOW;
LIKE
A
MAGICK
SPeLL..;)
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And to be clear, the male gender is okay;
but I SOMEWHAT LOSE
HOPE IN
‘IT’, SADLY ENOUGH,
DOWN IN RED STATE,
SO-CALLED CHRISTIAN
PATRIARCH LAND,
WHEN THE SO-
CALLED YOUNG
MEN
CALL ME THE F
WORD AND NOT
FRED, FOR SMILING
AT ALL THE PRETTY
GIRLS IN THE HALLWAY,
IN MIDDLE
SCHOOL.
But anyway, NOW, ‘their wives’
still smile at me,
when I DANCE
WALK ‘THE AISLES’
MORE ‘OVER THE TOP’
THAN ANY ‘GAY MAN’,
IN THE WORLD
CAN
IMAGINE A DUDE
WHO CAN PRESS 930LBS
WITH HIS LEGS WITH HANDS
RAISED IN AIR, SLOWLY,
14 TIMES,
CAN
DO.
THE BEST AVENGE OF
ALL
IS
UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE.
AND I
STILL PRACTICE
THAT SMILING WAY
OF BEING, EVERYWHERE
I GO NOW, IN FEATS OF
FOOT AND FREEST
BODY
FLOW.
AND THE MARTIAL ARTS
EXHIBITIONS TO COUNTER
THE BALLET-LIKE MOVES,
WITH THAT 930 LBS KICKING
POWER SENDS THE HOMOPHOBES
OFF SCURRYING WITH
THEIR
‘TALES’
BETWEEN
THEIR
LEGS.
YES,
OVERALL, THE GOD
OF ALL
IS
THE
GOD
of BOTH
GRACE
and
STRENGTH.
AND I FOR ONE
REFLECT THIS MIND
AND BODY BALANCE
OF
GOD,
EVERYWHERE I GO.
AND YEX, GOD IS THE
GOD OF LUST
AND
LOVE
AS
WELL;
AS FULLY MANIFEST
IN HUMAN BEING
FREE
AS
FREE CAN BE WITH ALL HUMAN POTENTIAL
MANIFEST IN SPIRIT WITH AN OPEN
HEART
AND
SOUL,
LIVING
WITH GOD FREE AS HUMANS
ARE EVOLVED
TO
BE,
FOR
NOW
ASIS.
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IT
IS the
Ultimate Beauty,
when ‘That Voice’ comes…
IT IS an empty life without IT…
Those who have IT
ARE Blessed beyond BELIEF…
ARE Blessed beyond BELIEF…
So YES..
Blessed are ‘YOU’…
WHO have IT..
AND ‘that voice writes a letter’ for
me in my dreams this morning..
and now i must
repeat..
in
words
as swelling
Imagination
AND CREATIVITY
in ALL the DARK AND
LIGHT of life as IS for NOW
for ALL THAT IS ASeverNOW.
me in my dreams this morning..
and now i must
repeat..
in
words
as swelling
Imagination
AND CREATIVITY
in ALL the DARK AND
LIGHT of life as IS for NOW
for ALL THAT IS ASeverNOW.
A forest
of the heart.. of the soul..
EXPRESSED AS spIRit..
of the flesh and blood as burned forest..
can never know the dreams of life in trees of leaves of grass set free..
And the Pyramids and stars will fall to dust too.. but for now is life and love..
with ashes and dust or not.. where paper cranes cannot lift the emotions of i..
And yes.. they can in feeling cranes..
Ah.. yes.. to hang with youth.. is to rise at least.. and most in spirit.. as young..
And sometimes December’s Spirit is the youngest of all.. even in crippled legs
and bent down head…
and bent down head…
My Aunt teaches me that lesson of the ages at 94..
when her spirit is as young.. as
ever.. and mine is at least 104 at 47…
ever.. and mine is at least 104 at 47…
So.. now i return that favor to folks in life..
who are much younger than me.. in chronological
age.. of flesh.. but not me.. my Aunt now..
age.. of flesh.. but not me.. my Aunt now..
back to 16….in heart and spirit..
with soul.. older..
as ever….can be for me…
Perhaps I read too much into this..
but i see the strong black women
abandoned for a dream of
another ‘color’ of life that does not match
what one should be happy to be comfortable
in a culture that respects one’s brothers
AND SISTERS AS BEAUTIFUL AND
but i see the strong black women
abandoned for a dream of
another ‘color’ of life that does not match
what one should be happy to be comfortable
in a culture that respects one’s brothers
AND SISTERS AS BEAUTIFUL AND
ALWAYS WORTHY OF LOVE…
The strong black matriarch of a black or white woman
will always be a Goddess to me.. with smiles too…
will always be a Goddess to me.. with smiles too…
The rhythm is in the hips.. after all..
with all females i know… now…
One thing that always amazes me about the life in the ‘west’..
of country westerns is how agile the actors are in their bodies..
to meet the demands of a hand on life…
Truly missing from mine then.. as mostly a pen and pencil pusher..
with instructions on how to move..
To be wild and free and ride in tandem in taming the wild and free..
is the greatest life of all..
no doubt i know for now.. with just a taste of it..
in my life…
The storm of love precedes the spirit of the heart and soul
that continues to ride the oceans of love..
in calm and tremendous waves of the spirit of life..
as she blows her living breath..
to feel the sales of hearts and souls
expressed..
with no living price
of
UC
Unconditional
LOVE..:)
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A great story of a psychiatrist becoming a poet..
we do need more poets.. overall.. in the field of medicine.
For me.. i do my best NOT TO THINK.. when i write poetry..
just letting what comes flow from the finger tips of beyond..;)
smiles.. and smilies to ya..;)2…;)but winks of course…<3
Amusing Bricks…
True for me too..
and i develop an art of muse..
as intensive as any writing i do..
JUST for that…
Where muse becomes science
and science becomes art…;)
But i study from ‘the masters’..
WITH A TOTALLY OPEN MIND
and body in balance..
and NEVER PAY-mind to the naysayers in life..
As the art of creativity is the ALL the reward in itself for me…
Truly that’s freeing.. with no limitations and most importantly
no expectations…
no expectations…
A total 180 degrees turn from the perfectionist who has a fit
when his wife moves ‘his bricks’ out of line.. a few years back..
when his wife moves ‘his bricks’ out of line.. a few years back..
And I do mean literally.. as i put those BRICKS IN LINE…
Now ‘my bricks’.. spiral like a Nautilus shell wherever
they care to flow.. and at times.. when revisited
by an approximation of that mechanical
sidewalk mind..
by an approximation of that mechanical
sidewalk mind..
amaze THAT robot mind to
keep walking
on
a
Fred
BRICKROAD…;)
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