the system of culture that is driven by a society that breeds humans
into cogs of a machine to keep the society going which is necessary..
but hard for true human freedom is NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF ME..
but still for decades at work.. my life is pleasurable in connection with other human beings.. as truly that Love Connection with other humans and the rest of nature that is GOD as whole.. is the most important aspect of human happiness…
BUT ANY WAY..
tHere is no doubt in my mind that i for one
am the happiest human in the world..
as i only grow happier each now..
with a free spirit
of living connection
and the rest of Nature
in all positivity of kind and tough love way of life
truly in touch with the reality that the GOD of Nature
evolves humans in a way of sharing and giving.. with kind courage.. and not storing material items as goals for human happiness ..where tools of humans become the flesh.. and the flesh dies a lonely death in the tools of the system of culture that can take human away from eyes of GOD gifted to human…
So i carry on.. and share all of me everywHere i go.. and no it is
NOT JUST OJOY MIRRORED AS YOLO OF..
You Only Live ONCE.. IT IS YOLN..
You Only Live NOW
AND NOW IS
FROM WAKE TO FINAL RESTING EYES
OF SLEEP IN DEATH FOR THOSE
who live every now as the truth of existence forever now..
in imagination and creativity.. in mind and body balance..
of greaTEST growing tough love ways of expanding conscious awareness
as ONE with subconscious archetypes of shared human mind..
heArt.. and soUl expressed as spiRit..
as truly ONE race of humans connected
as hive of loving eyes..
from the beginning of creation
to now of human eyes
of i WiTH GOD
The greaTEST lesson of my life is that age is just a concept.. a measure of skin.. of bones.. of flesh.. of walking speed and strength.. but youth is without limit.. a measure of the soul.. heart.. expressed as spirit.. and honestly what i find most now.. is that when heart lives light as spirit expressed for soul more fully alive.. even those material things of skin.. bones.. flesh.. speed.. and strength are revived as well as total soul of human being manifest as temple of God in form as well.. so to live bright in emotions from heart expressed as spirit from soul.. is to live with a soul of GOD that is only now and truly never ages at all.. but don’t fret.. at 21 i FEEL 81.. at 47 i FEEL 105.. and now at 55.. truly no different than sweet 16.. NOW.. THE power IS TRUTH within.. culture will take that higher power of GOD away from US.. forever young in spirit of NOW.. if we do not FIGHT FOR LOVE until our last LIVING BREATH. THE LOVE MUSCLE.. IS THE GREaTEST MUSCLE OF ALL..:)
For a long time on this Blog.. I use the term Unconditional Love.. as a KIND of highest expression of human heArt expressed as spiRit of the human soUl.. but truly THE ROSE of REAL LOVE AS humanly evolved from Nature as i for one see GOD IS Tough Unconditional Love that constitutes all of social animal survival.. with thorns fully engaged as Cross of Human Challenge for Life.. And yes.. in the darkest coldest.. unfeeling parts of my life.. where a second is an eternity.. of hell.. with no emotions of faith.. hope.. or belief.. body almost dust from 40 days with only specks of sleep.. it is that TOUGH LOVE WILL for Survival.. all innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive from the reptile part of my brain that carries me through.. same stuff that keeps the snake moving and never ever giving up for survival.. too.. so yes.. it is the coiled snake that is the greatest survivor as human.. when life is experienced more numb than depression.. THAT Tough Love of SURVIVOR Snake can carry us through the pits of REAL HUMAN HELL never experienced before.. and i will ‘tale’ anyone that it is possible to go to the lowest pits of REAL Hell.. and then rise to places of happiness that only angels can dream of.. as demons before.. to rise out of hell.. to heaven.. AND truly a ‘story of Jesus’ that can apply to most all Human Beings in Real Life Now… the Mustard Seed of LOVE.. faith.. hope.. and belief that does not even exist.. can grow great.. as seed shell of Universe within.. HEAVEN IS NOW for those who survive and thrive WITH THORNS OF LOVE ROSE FULLY EXPOSED IN LOVE OF LIFE AS UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH LOVE FOR NOW..:) So with all that said.. FOR NOW.. here are sixteen sweet memories inspired by the sweet people of dVerse International Online Poet’S Pub wHere eyes of different fly alive in heART of poetry SOuL EXPRESSED AS SPiRiT in !REAL TIME NOW!
Ah.. the dance of love goes on in memories of roads gone past… for me the dance of love past is best experienced in the balms of beach nights.. moonlit and with hotel lights.. as well.. these words take me long past to dark hair ..bright teeth innocent eyes where the eyes are mine.. and the hair and teeth are for a love willing to be that i have no idea how to touch in dance or not.. too shy is me for then…:)
Ha.. no father at home… mother with no rules.. free home.. no chores.. no duties.. just be free.. no allowance.. but with trust enough in love to get a job and do it all..:)
Oh.. no.. the complicated realities of a culture and responsibilities so complex that there is never time to see the forest for the trees.. and for me.. it brings back memories of decades of work life and duty bound home life worlds.. where the only time to reflect on who i even am as a human soul.. are on bi-annual journeys in transit to see family members across state.. and the occasional hurricane that shuts down the information overload of a culture gone truly insane.. ah.. i escape now.. into the best of times.. now..:)
Oh.. even living at home.. one can escape home and no longer know home.. my home is beach as well when young but work takes the time away to visit beach for decades more.. going back in 2008.. finally after work almost takes me down.. i remember but cannot get that feeling of home in beach again.. but finally i go back 2 years ago.. and find that home of beach within me at beach or not.. realizing that home is where the spirit thrives.. alive.. in now.. with Love..:)
Ah.. the cold metal of a gun.. will never replace the strength of a human heArt.. or even the strength to move a world with courage.. oh.. the tools of human shine bright in power.. but fall short of human soUl expressed as spiRit instead of guns and mirrors of heart up in smoke.. in soulless wander of spirit gone in death alive…:(
Ah.. a fort of strength in courage of pain gone past in scars of present.. is what every father should teach a child to grow strong in knowing all the pitfalls of life without being quiet.. to shield a soul from truth.. oh.. i looked for this in my father’s eyes for guidance.. hoping for it decades in bi-annual visits.. but it only comes in eyes of me in present tense of coming through.. scars of present tense challenge..:)
Ah.. young love lives young when free and young.. with youth welling in spirit free of new alive.. in sensuous delight of living flesh.. oh to renew.. to live again.. in now.. in ecstatic delight.. of flight.. i find that within.. with willing mate or not.. smiles.. life is long.. but life is good.. even without THAT.. to breathe is enough for me..:)
Amazing how the bread of life today.. is taken so for granted.. when a staple of life and communion in life of past is present.. in staple of wheat.. a way to thrive.. in fields of grain.. stamped alive into souls of eyes.. grown old and new..:)
Ah yes.. for me in the beginning.. dark.. then light.. then dance or movement.. then song or sound.. inspiring movement once more.. INfinity loop *8* of NOW.. and somewHere along the song and dance comes humans and poetry to scribe alight!.. with dark pens of knowledge in LIGHT ALIVE!..:)
Loves gone past.. chances missing after the love is gone.. where does love live.. i hope.. i feel.. i love.. i am aLive.. i’m love..:)
Connections of love growing generation to generation of eyes that mirror us.. oh love.. oh time.. oh past.. ah.. present now.. wHere love finds time always now to live with us..:)
Ah.. walk with shoes of town crier.. black smith blues.. village idioms of delight.. oh.. to know.. to feel.. the shoes of old.. that feel no pain.. hmm.. to smile with eyes of free that only know heal.. and nice to hear Lynn with two N’s.. as Lynn is my best friend from high school.. and we tie at number 11.. in school smarts too.. hmm.. i miss Lynn.. funny how memories of Love can come back too.. and no that can’t be you.. as her last name is Wood.. smiles.. with her minister husband..:)
Oh.. the last moments of life ..are filled with the love we give.. to spend a life in loving.. is to fill every moment.. with the last moment of Love..:)
Voices of women subjugated at the hands of ‘Jesus’ in master of man instead of Lover.. walk quietly into the night of horror leaning life.. faces play.. as zombies.. in aisles of Super Walmart in my town with the most churches per square mile.. oh.. the lonely hearts from men who are bred as tough rather than love.. do carry on a vicious cycle of anti-christ hate.. oh.. the little boys who smile and laugh.. shall never be silenced by hard patriarchal anti-christ stares.. when God lives in tough love in their eyes.. instead of frenzy of hate.. To escape this cycle alone as whole.. is to once again live with EyEs of Free God staring into skies of limitless wealth of being one with allone and never alone again.. dying with eyes of hate.. tithing tax-free.. THRIVING ALIVE WITH LOVE..:)
Oh.. this reality flows like a dream.. oh dream this reality.. when spirit dreams.. never growing old.. yes.. emotions are real.. emotions fire memory.. emotions are us in all senses of delight.. to hold on to heArt.. is to live forever in spiRit of SoUl now.. now cannot erase a time that truly is only relative to a state of body and mind balance of living spirit youth.. always alive from wake to final sleep.. i don’t like to analyze poetry much.. but truly that is beautiful in an instinctual organic flow kind of way..:)
Ah.. yes.. all the archetypes of human mind and body in balance shared.. as one race of humans from beginning to end.. sparks of then and now come one in symbols or words from myths to science all one in now.. of human emotions reliving soul over and over again.. in spirit of living now.. again and again.. with all as one.. the essence of all of this is real.. the symbols are just shells for the real of all inside.. insights of then as now..:)
The only person who will possibly suggest that THE AMERICAN FLAG be banned is a person who does not value AND UNDERSTAND FREEDOM.
There are no perfect freedoms.
There is no freedom withOUT cost.
Freedom is dirty.
Freedom is messy.
Freedom comes with many mistakes.
But never the less, go to a Muslim country and live a while and come back here and see what the flag means; if then, it means nothing; one is never free here, to begin with.
AND TO be clear, I realize this is just a rhetorical question in response to banning the Confederate Flag, where black folks are not free and slaves; but
I live in a country that allows me to do whatever the F I wanna do; how cool is that;
Super cool and flourishing in red, white, and blue.
The laws of the country ranging from local to state to federal work for me; ’cause I am smart enough in both logic and street smarts to make the laws work for me.
Some folks choose not to be free in free countries like the U.S.; and THAT IS Freedom too; just like WILL and Choice; no choice and WILL IS WILL AND CHOICE, in free countries like the U.S., at least; so, I fly my flag of Red, White, and Blue freely wherever I go with or without a material flag; as the material flag allows me to do JUST THAT..:)
AND YES, my style of freedom literally ‘BLOWS the pants and minds off’ of some folks; but I exercise it ALL THE WAY; and truly that is the best way to honor all of the flesh and blood warriors of freedom I stand upon ON BONES OF FREE FLESH AND BLOOD..:)
Looking out at how large the Universe is; looking at science and truly understanding how little of reality science is able to evidence and wrap ‘its mind around'; it is the height of amusement to me to see folks attempt to fit God; ALL OF GOD; in the way humans think.
And by the way; humans are a spectrum of thinking differently; experiencing emotions that emote humans in action differently; as well as experiencing much different sensory experiences of life through senses that are much more comprehensive in practice among some humans than others.
Honestly, if anyone thinks that knowledge is just data;
they are missing a substantial part of just the human being
experience in greater human potential.
To suggest a human
can wrap a mind around GOD
is no less illogical than to suggest a flea
can wrap its mind around a dog that the flea depends on for live giving blood.
So yeah; as metaphor humans, all humans truly see the force of all existence as blood; whether they see it or not with so called data or knowledge. Written down stuff is certainly data; however, lots of people cannot understand the simplest of metaphors or sarcasm, so obviously even written language is not objective.
Everything is subjective.
Subjective is the rule of human being,
as even science now shows that humans filter
most of their decisions through emotions
first before words even come on the ‘conscious front of mind’.
The truth is, some folks are aware of much more than words.
Words are just symbols for deeper meanings
of the emotional and sensory experiences of
human that range from numb
to a ‘full kaleidoscope’
of emotional and sensory experience.
As another metaphor some folks experience life
as shades of data and other folks experience life as hues of Art.
God is Art; one need look no further than a sunflower; a nautilus shell; a galaxy; or a curled cat to see the golden mean spiral that can flow from waves to the written metaphors of human being when flowing with GOD instead of against GOD in human contrived so-called ‘data order’.
Order is the illusion. Science is the illusion.
The ART of GOD is Reality.
‘Same reason’ that in the movie ‘Contact’
when Jodie Foster sees ‘God’
for the first time, she suggests
that they should have sent a poet
instead of a scientist to more fully
describe what the oneness of all things
looks like in human abstract metaphors of truth.
Science is a sketchy tool to describe what is observable
by limited human emotions and senses.
God is the masterpiece of all that some folks
sadly see much less of than others;
and science proves this out.
It doesn’t matter if
one calls ‘it’ GOD;
the ALL; All that IS; the Force;
the Great Spirit; Brahman; ONE;
the Alpha and the Omega; or just everything
put together and how it all works interdependently
as connected; never the less, ‘it is reality';
‘it’ has always been ‘reality’ for the smallest of human ‘eyes';
and long after human is gone this three letter metaphor
abstractly constructed by a poet somewhere down the line
in history will continue to exist; no matter what
‘little blood sucking fleas’ of human beings
have to say about it in words of art and or science.
It will always be folly to attempt to describe GOD
with science only eyes; fortunately some scientists like Carl Sagan
understood and understand ‘this'; and he while under the influence
of weed gained greater access to his poetic side of mind;
and puts ‘it’ into literature; and now
‘it’ exists forever as a kind of portal
on YouTube and other sources in video way.
Anyway, here ‘it’ is for reference for those with deeper eyes
like Carl Sagan to see greater truths than sketchy science can provide alone.
Some folks don’t need weed to ‘go to places’ like ‘this';
I for one am blessed this way,
by all natural GOD as
GOD lives in pArt within me;
expressed as spiRit coming straight from
the emotional and sensory heARt that fuels my sOul..:)
Some folks around here would love to shut me up;
as they understand none of this; those that do,
listen in the background,
as all interpreting
I do both;
LEFT AND RIGHT,
as one FORCE;
‘THAT’ makes me ‘special’..;)
Jodie Foster likely would have invited me
on ‘her trip’, in ‘real life'; and not ‘the movie’..;)