ANYWAY AGAIN.. IT’S 2:30 PM CENTRAL TIME now.. and now i shall embark iNJOY oF poeticAlly responding to 47 pieces of poetry on the dVerse Online Poetry PUB site.. and that is gonna be fun.. perhaps long.. but never the LESS F.U.N..:) Ironic Karmic COMMENT.. LOVE IT.. and no surprise.. my comments are never approved there butt.. But anyway.. Brilliant Poem.. Poems that are shallow are fun but deep is whEre i Love to go MOST.. as Deepest Oceans house the most eclectic electric creatures and you Bjorn..IN this way.. often take me tHere my kind friend.. when i too see deeper with yoUr eyes that we all can potentiAlly attempt to share.. but anyway.. back to your Poem.. yes.. Life.. a road.. a long road to end.. a means establishing so far to meet an end.. but truly the eyes of a child not yet captured by a culture that ends can mean Life aGain..:)
Travelers all we are journeying a life of pleasing dis ease.. goodbyes are best met with future hellos no matter travelers go with us Now..:)
Endings are best following blue skies in my being..:)
So true for those that have difficulty connecting to a child of mind.. may hide a darker side that cannot connect to a play of life.. there is nothing sharper hanging than knife poking a strung around heArt that no longer plays with children’s eyes.. and yes if i know someone like this i might feel the same in fact i can relate to it as cats purr old knives and rope tales of discontent hidden by bottles and purrs… GenerAlly speaking Dog people Love children smiles.. i feel this is not about you my friend..;)
Ah.. yes.. eye says so much more than I..:)
Just to be clear..Feeling.. Friend kanzensakura.. i never express WHAT A poem means for the person who writes it.. only how it makes me feel.. i am not educated enough or educated at all in poetry to offer any thing else but my personal feelings of INSPIRATION in response.. with smiles.. in other words.. i will never attempt to tale you anything about how you ‘see’ the world.. but of course my view is valid as well.. smiles.. for only me in MY Being..:)
Boots Struggling changing few shoes comforTing conSoling liGhtiNg Feat.. greaTest Artists histoRinGinG Lore wear worn boots IN tatteRings Shoeless Blue NOW..:)
Ah.. to make a Cookie a leave of Grass a Cathedral a Planet and ALL Sacred as one can make IT Be.. IS to Live Sacred and Worthy of a Prayer for NOW..:)
Ah.. Patriarchy feeling silence ‘tween sire and sons.. where Fear replaces Love and Force Desires moves past Tender Loving hands.. if ‘Barry Manilow’ is a cowboy nothing changes as ships of sires and sons still pass while listening for Siren Songs..:)
And what a wonderful world we live in now.. where if someone does not understand what A ‘Barry Manilow’ is they can Google it with quote marks.. but i guess i should hyperlink for ease.. but nah.. culture is already too dam functionally disabling to make it MORE maniLOW instead of maniHIGH.. NO Google for THAT.. smiles..;)
Amazing in life how truly dark stories become Sparkling Light musing feelings to come and find.. i cherish my dark memories and sometimes wish i can remember more.. as the dark challenge may eventuAlly Sparkle Most in Dreams of Life come fruitiOn wITh SparKing LIgHT..:)
ComiNg back to place of challenge wiTh fresh eYes.. seeinG deTails greater mindful awareness relaxing eyes see more of what IS theRe.. PooL of Life IS Larger without swimming lessons FixinG strokes clock..:)
Old towns on small highways.. Business goes.. withering away.. people staying separating inside.. outside.. all around but online is no end for some who otherwise will be separated again..:)
A Poet’s House of Brick Can stand a treat or trick A Muse.. a Line Fine Brine Salty Sea of Ocean Brew i am Free.. i am NO TooL..:)
A Book.. A Radio.. A TV Black and White.. Color comes.. Brighter and Sharper ones.. VCR’s will then record IT all.. And tape decks too.. And next a promise of HDTV BUT computers beat THAT to the PUNCH.. CARD and next thing ya.. Oh! nO.. the Internet Destroys ‘ALL’ OF THAT IN INTERACTION WAY OF PEN PALS ACROSS A NEW GLOBE HIVE ALIVE.. FINaLLY HUMANITY’s POTENTIAL HAS A VOICE OF ONE..:)
Silent Pens.. Silent Words.. World FULL of Input.. Working Responsibilities.. Culture full of STUFF.. and then theRe is RealiTy and noNe of THAT wHere Pens and Words rule heArt of US as wEll as eYes of Flesh and Blood Moving.. Connecting.. SpiRit Creating We for NOW Mind and Body Balancing SoUls.. Then again.. for most tHere IS Alarm Clock illusion of some thing else..:)
Rebornevernow.. neverbe bornordie @ALL sosAd soMe neVerLiVe @ALL nOrLife noRDeath onLy CoffiNow..:)
Couch Potatos eating brothers heArt.. other family members.. and friends.. Hungry Couches.. Eat Poor Moving Connecting Creating SpiRit where inPut rules and oUT put never goes.. to eat a balancing meal of mind and body soUL..:)
For me.. to bless the dead is for them to live on in eyes of words in dance of Life.. Love never ends this way for a soul that never dies in eYes of LOVE..:)
Oh M G..! Jewel Grey..! This is IT..! tHIS forGETTING sonG..! and oneFEELS Christina Perri SinGs NOT of thiS worLd.. if one sinGs.. a soNg.. anothEr voice of ancestors comes through theRe is magic beholding eYes of GOD Dancing Slowly in an empty room.. wHere another voice comes deep within.. sometimes THAT Voice is VERY DEEP and often AngeLic CelTic hiGh.. wherEver spiRit Flows within above below outside all around WE who travel wITh gHost beFore REAL SPIRiT NoW heARt BREAKs OUT SPIrIT wE RISE AgAIN SUN’S PHOENIX NEvER DIES VOICES GOD WHERe VOCAL CHORDS BIRD HEAVEN FLyS GLOwING SOLoING LOvING I’M RUNNING OUT OF WORDS I’M THERE.. OH GOD! i’M THErE AgAIN.. SaME PLACE RAvING DANcING SPINnING FLOwING MELtING GOD IS IN ME NOwGOD! i DO SO want otHeRs JUSTOFEEL GOD ONCE JUST ONCE JUST ONCE ALiVE iNUS..:)
NO liFe heArt places wHere Love never borns aLive.. Love liVes in those born alive.. dies in those other lives.. ashes cigarette LVE..:)
A little detoUr to HelL and NirvAna and NOW back to HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE..;)
A sliver of heaven are we.. darker realities abound in simple Universe flow of creation and destruction as star explosion dust we flow.. spiraling Galaxy Suns are we.. reflecting ALLTHATIS..:)
Well.. it used to be that diamonds are a girl’s best friend but i KNOW some girls now won’t mind a boob ‘com pli ment’ poweR of eYes often beat words.. smiLes.. and my favoRite pArt are GIRL’S EyES..:)
Lots of Love i most often find dance beats words and silence as dance can be softer than silence..:)
Stories of Numerology tale that some folks completing all levels of earthly task can come back and enjoy the Cloud or shoot for the heavenly Star with Angel Guns and THOSE GUNS are a draw for me..:)
Shorter days crave lighter feels of longer eyes of Flowing Creation Activity Now ’til day break reigns once again LONG..:)
Sometimes a simple LUST for LIFE beats thinking about IT @ALL..:) And that’s coming from someone writing 11 million words in 57 months@ALL..;)
And sometimes the miNd has feelings that kNow no words.. as heArt.. ex presSing SpirIT as SonG of SoUL and people like to say that GOD’s got a thiNg for words..:)
Oh.. Love.. scatTered aBout in 40,000 pieCes in Albert Hall.. or a Beatles Song of Aggman and Walrus SHells.. i sup pose INnate INstinct and INtuition will find a way to put HumPty DumPty togetHeR again with ALL sand and water as silt whiTe glue.. Loving Green HAM eggs and ham again.. eggs spoken by True Prophet EGGS of Beatle Men and Doctor Seuss.. Hmm.. oh! my rabbit HOLE form looks better than the furry filling within NOw.:)
A place of life so deep in cotton BALL coffin grey where paper like existence knows only time and feeling no longer exists @ALL.. where every second of life is a thousand years of dying with no senses.. feeling.. IN liVing vamPire death.. and tHEY Say it is OnLY JUsT.. a mYth.. tHey lie.. thEy lie.. LiE ThEY LiE..:)
Pain Fire Fear where is bottom fall.. where do rocks fall where bottom lies where do we go when bottom lies a way up no hope no faith no nothing just will just will survive as all who cast down get here now..:)
Magician lives waiting sinking rising falling making Life Again.. Magic heArt singing spiRit dancing mind and body souls balancING Living Light Living Love Magic Feat step beat again..:)
Truly amazing most animals walk with shores as Life and most only humans walk against shores as death.. And humans think.. and humans think think thINk lost.. losing lost… waiting for waves to come back AS Ocean of LOVE..:)
Executive Officer of ship on land tales.. oh GOD THAT ‘Walker’ Janitor.. the black man with an IQ of less that stellar is FiN so dam Happy… Oh the ignorance of knowledge grows as sadness fills a shell well HELL And A Ghost Dance Grows ON.. wITh ancestors sinGiNG LaLa..La..La..La..La La..LaLa.. i frigging heArtED you so..then and always now..:)
Love.. River that seems to grow more softly than strongly where gentle streams spread Twinkle Lights in eYes.. and LOUDer EYES.. WAVES Flood over flowing drown Chalice Loving Peace..:)
Of all the hardships.. toils and troubles of humans one thing stands true brighter than most others.. the sun still shines on all of darker and lighter human fate..:)
Oh a dream a faucet a cup that never runneth less than full as pumping waters love to homes of life.. oh what we take for granted in what our ancestors and some still do suffer for just a drop of what we have..:)
Ah.. yes.. when even a purr can be a demand to FEED MEnOW I AM YOUR ALARM CLOCK FOR ME.. smiles cats can get away with anything just by purring a word of Truth and heArt..:)
An older cat for me.. where chest does not seem to rise or fall.. paws for pause a breath desire for furry Love flux next heart beat alive RELIEF..:)
If only i have a dime for every time i attempt to explain what i am all on about to my wife when she says no.. just stop.. i cannot take it anymore that might explain Y thEre are 11 million pieces of me here all over the online place.. i could sure make some calls on phone booths of old and ONES OF NEW..;)
HAHA!.. well.. at least wITh me.. when you wish for comments be careful what you wish for.. for some.. be afraid.. be very afraid.. smiles with due satire.. and i shortened aVersion of this as well for NOW..;)
Tuning stations of human mind and body in balance.. Creation Activity of Nature’s way social cognition with humans too.. office work UGH and mechanical cognition death of human heArt.. expresSing emotion as human spiRit well bal ance soUl in mind and body balance.. a simple equation of Yin and Yang that still passes any test of science so far for human being well being..:)
Oh God yes.. the greaTest Sin of the lies of human perfection fostered first by sidewalks of life.. and weed killer to slay the wildest dandELIONS of human beings too.. i go by the Jack London rule book of human.. practice free and you will be set free.. walk on sidewalks and they will rule US..:)
Well.. for me at least the answer is SO simple as to why for decades i feel like a two-dimensional human being.. i simply never move all around limiting both my brain and body to smaller metaphor of less than three dimensions.. and yes.. this applies to most stuff human Life.. use it or lose IT applies to all stuff seen and unseen with human beinGs ALLISPRACTICE..:)
Oh rules rules rules.. i for one love this poem and in fact when i read poems i rarely notE who writes them.. i FEEL seriously.. it’s the FEEL that counts and Sharing Truth and LIGHT is the bottom LINE.. but yeah.. i am the most LIBERAL PERSON ON THE EARTH AND SO IS JESUS.. THEN.. but yeah.. unlike then we have 100% of me and only 18% of what he dOES and i am no one special just a servant/ SOLDiER of GOD like him that will be STEAMING FRIGGING MAD TO KNOW THAT FOLKS WORSHIP A MAN MORE THAN GOD.. oh yeah.. i tales it as THE TRUTH AND LIGHT TOO for NOW as the Kingdom of Heaven is ALREADY HERE NOW.. Smiles.. and welcome to a dVersity of Poetry folks.. but don’t worry.. i am the only ‘strange’ one here and yeah SO IS Jesus too.. THEN.. AND YES i can say that with confidence as history shows the same for all folks who walk as TRUTH AND LIGHT numbering in thou sands.. maybe MIL LIONS.. as GOD’s unknown Servants and Soldiers..:)
There is enough food in the world but nearly NOT enough Love.. particularly among those so-called folks committed to Loving neighbors as their self which certainly has no borders at ALL..:)
Ah yes.. and if we can INK everyone like this without worry of JEALous LOVE then the world will turn in LOVE..:)
In all shapes and sizes of humanity heArt PeNny under WILL and Tracks of LOVE WILL NOT diSappear as Long as Tender coIn of Loving CARE..:)
Ah to be truly born in Nature having the opportunity to sense and feel all of IT WitH potential human feelings and senses is a sure place of connectedness with Nature and US and co-pilots of LIFE AND LOVE wITh GOD aS WELL..:)
YES! finished with dVerse for now.. with an additional poem from Mr. X and one from ‘new’ poet “Jewel Grey”.. making a Grand Total of Poetic expressions in response to 47.. 13 hours for this pArt at 3:37AM finishing time NOW..:)
I Love reading my poetic artistic expressions to family members..
and every time I read it is different and it helps me to see deeper into it..
as far as human emotions go.. and the art of song.. whether fast or slow..
is a natural way i speak anyway.. and part of my adaptation to speaking
in a sing song way as a non-verbal autistic child..
not speaking until age 4..
but oh how i love
the audio experience of poetry and song..
and of course visual poetry too.. in both still and moving images..
in all creative ways.. and of course with open link comes my own style
and continuously chaining form of epic freest verse poetry..
exploring school days and all stuff associated
with that more.. more.. more..
incorporating all of what technology
has to offer in freest poetic expression as well..
be back later to read and comment on all
through the next few days..
as today is dance day
and night wild
and free offline
as much as possible
on Thursdays for me..:)
Thanks Bjorn.. really the only
folks who are interested
in poetry at all in my family are my wife.. mother..
and sister.. poetry is not really big in the deep south
red state area where i live.. unless it comes straight out
of a revised bible.. smiles.. but anyway.. when i visit
my mother Helen.. a published poet herself who
starts writing in her mid 50’s like me..
and unfortunately she stops writing
after several years..
which i hope to extend past that..
but anyway.. she is well versed in poetry forms
and she is not a free verse kind of poet..
in fact her poems would likely
fit online much better
and i guess one day..
i will include some of them on my blog as a guest poet..
ANYWAY.. she can’t last through an entire epic free verse expression of mine..
as i can go on reading hours on end without problem.. but she likes what i read.. and it is something we can share together.. and my wife likes some of it.. and my sister does too.. but some of it.. makes no sense to them.. and better sense to my mother… an experienced poet.. no matter how hard i try to explain it to them.. and that is okay.. haha!.. as there is much of my life that i hated poetry.. thinning of it.. as useless and have a very hard time getting any meaning out of it all.. but as they say.. use it or lose it.. and practice.. and i must practice harder than most… as i have little poetry in me from before the last two years or so.. and honestly it is the last thing in
the world i think i will ever be able to do..
or want to do including reading any poetry
out loud at all.. smiles again.. but change
and using something new is the best of life to me.. now..:)
Anyway3.. i thought about adding my verbal poetic expression
reading online.. but hehe!.. it’s overwhelming enough to the
humans senses as it is.. i guess.. smiles..:)
For now.. i guess2 what i do.. is ‘enough’…;)
Oh.. yes Bjorn I totally agree there is stuff
of school that are jewels..
and there is a mystery
of life that will never be unraveled at school..
and for many never passing that.. AND always
more potential to learn both in intellect and human intuition that we are gifted with from birth.. but as science shows now the intuitive mind represses the intellectual mind as well as the converse.. so one must exercise diligence in using both these human potentials in order and art not to lose science or art of life..
And sadly there is little art or philosophy left in school.. as the science of society roars on with lesser and lesser of the empathy of LOVE that is vital for the long term survival of any social animal with or without complex written language.. culture.. and all the materialistic byproducts of that which of course are mostly antithetical to the heArt experience of human being..
But anyway.. being retired leaves all the nows to explore and practice it all without reins of work.. culture.. and or religion to repress or oppress US through subjugation and control of illusory fears.. so WE can just let it all go and flow.. and become a greater and greater flow of whatever nautilus shell of art we so will in art and reason to just be now free.. smiles.. and as always thanks for stopping by Bjorn..
and wading through the quite a lot more
of it with me here.. smiles again..:)
Hi Victoria.. thanks for coming
by with those kind words..
and so true that the sad lack
of arts in our school systems..
are in correlation with the failing grades of emotional
and creative intelligence.. including social intelligence.. overall..
as creativity is a natural pArt of the human condition to connect.. from painting faces around the fire lit camps of midnight moons of our distant ancestors.. to the strangest expressions of ART on YouTube and Blogs.. in the new Information Technology World.. haha!..:)
But anyway.. the bottom creative line is to create.. connect.. and move.. sometimes in that reverse order or any combination that works..:)
Hi.. Sanaa Rizvi.. thanks for those words attributed to these school day memories.. and to relive them is bitter sweet.. but sweet overall.. smiles..:)
Ha! you are too kind Mary and very kind too..
and I am 17 in the blue suit for Senior Portrait..
in the Brown Suit with my first Love Sonia..
me at 18 she at 15.. as well as with her
in a second photo
with flannel shirt on..
and then there is Italian and
mixed American Michelle.. 16..
in the blue dress and me.. 20..
a couple of weeks before age 21..
in White Prom Way suit for me..
and an invitation by her as we are just friends then..
and interesting trivia note.. years later.. in fact..
about 16 years later.. Michelle is the
nurse for my wife recovering from
labor in 1997 when our child
Ryan is born.. small small
world it is.. in these parts
where i live.. haha!..
Oh.. then the Guamanian girl is
Renee in the Center.. alone..
and my best friend..
and she young too..
while i am traversing depression in College..
and sadly she commits suicide in her late
twenties or early thirties..
a decade or so later..
a young mother
with two children..
and likely attributed to
sexual abuse by a Father..
that she confides to me.. years before.. And no..
Katrina is not in any of those pictures as she just moves to
Milton in 1978 at 8 years old then.. ten years my junior..
but many people suggest she looks like Sonia..
who is Cuban and Irish..
and Katrina.. Half Pacific Islander
with a mix of American Indian..
English and Irish..
and all the other stuff
that CAN make American..:)
Ha! you are welcome Glenn.. and thanks for the words of encouragement.. AND reading this quickly tonight in the dance hall.. doing my rave dancing.. i cannot help but to think of ‘THE SOUND OF MUSIC’.. AND ‘A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS’.. i start singing IT TO MYSELF just like this…;)
AND seriously.. big warning sign toward the end of my work career is when this song comes on sometime around Christmas time..and
OH MY GOD.. there is absolutely nothing that I can think of that is my favorite thing.. so consumed by stress that I do not realize Anhedonia.. has already creeped in to my life.. and it is just THAT at that point.. all i can feel is adrenaline.. fight and flight style.. certainly a kind of uncomfortable anxious high.. but nothing like human pleasure…
AND.. WHEN I FIRST start writing poetic expressions.. i write a post named the ‘Garden of Band-Aid’ attempting to remember all the nice things people haVE said to me in the past.. in an attempt to count some kind of blessings.. even if they are in the distant past..
And truly now.. my entire blog is a “Garden of Band-Aid”S.. a healing force where i can write about my blessings as well as visualize them.. quite/LOUDLY therapeutic it is.. and i guess that is a major reason folks write poetry to count their blessing.. and remember them from the past in words.. too..
And seriously.. everything about liFe is my Favorite STUFF NOW.. so it is never difficult for me to express that here in words and visual symbols/images.. smiles..:)
Yes.. for all practical intents and purposes:
I am F**King JULIE ANDREWS/Maria Von Trapp/FunKIng Lady Gaga2..;) Or I CAN BE THAT PenGuIn from Happy Feet2.. In fact.. and dreams.. with imaGiNaTion a Truly FREE HUMAN CAN CREATE THeIR True WILL Life as whoever they CHOOSE TO BE.. AS LONG AS THEY KEEP MOVING CONNECTING AND CREATING TRUTH AND LIGHT..
And my F**King Hills are ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC.. AND YOU TUBE IS my own personal Library of songs from thousands of years.. and yes.. the 60’s and 70’s…
AND maybe one day i will compose another day..
yet my heArt will never sigh again..
and who knows before this post.. yes this post is done that sonG
may come.. AGAiN2.. anyWay.. Fred iS aLiVe aGAiN..:)
Yes.. my HeArt is blessed with MusicK and i am singing again!
AND climbing every mountain and OMG! that whole dam movie The SOUND OF MUSIC IS THE BEST EVER!
WHEN WE SING TOGETHER CLIMBING EVERY MOUNTAIN AND HELPING ALL UP TO THE HIGHEST PEAKS OF LOVE’S DREAM!
Oh and GOD these comments ARE MORE FUN.. THAN THE HOST BODY OF poetic aesthetic expressions.. and your comment about my ‘Perfect Hair’ albeit i do not have the ability to capture the escaping hair on the top of my head with selfie way.. and ‘A Full Meal’ of Chinese food that i do partake in ForTuneS CooKies Ways.. oh Yeah AND… my FreeST Verse NUdE Poetry Too.. is THAT i MUST honor the ‘BEASTY FREDDY’ TOO.. ‘DOING THE WEREWOLVES OF LONDON’.. DRINKING NOTHING BUT DANCE AT OLD SEVILLE QUARTER.. WITH UNSUSPECTING LOVELY BASHFUL LADIES DRINKING OF MY DANCE of LIFE.. and yeah.. THAT GIRL in the photo above is what ‘THEY’ ‘CALL’ ‘marrying material’ for the single dudes tHere.. SHE is UltiMate SWEET AND so are my other Girl Dance Friends2.. some of which are more atTuned to my nude free verse poetry too.. as some Girls LIKE a Beast now and then and now again2..:)
Yeah.. there is a human beast lurking in all HUMAN cellars.. in my case not any further than a restricted Google Adult Blog Link.. butT my ConVeNant wITh THE GOD THAT IS ALL THAT IS.. IS TO SHARE IT ALL WITH DUE RESPECT OF LOCAL STATE AND FEDERAL LAWS.. AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE THAT GOD HEALS ME FROM HELL TO HEAVEN SO YEAH.. I AM FEARLESS IN THAT WAY.. AS ONE WILL BE WHEN THEY FACE GOD WITHIN THIS WAY.. Every NOW i sEE a major Hollywood Artist like Britney meltdown.. shave her hair or someone get all naked like Miley Cyrus i feel they too KNOWING FEEL ALL THIS TOO.. BUT IT IS A CLUB OF NOT MANY AND GROWING TOO.. KINDA LIKE A RAPTURE OF CLOTHES IF YOU WILL OR NOT.. SMILES.. AND NO.. one does not have to take material clothes OFF TO SHED CULTURAL AND RELIGIOUS ONES TO GET FREE!..:)
YEAH.. I HAVE TO SAY AND DO A BUNCH OF FUNNY reAlly SILLY AND WiLD ST** TO GET TO THE CRUX OF WHAT i AM REaLLY DOiNG HErE..;)
The difference between me and many is i AM totAlly transParent and easy to see for those with THOSE eYes and eArs to sEE and hEAR..:)
AnyWay.. OH GOD Thanks Glenn.. don’t kNow if you’ll ever see this comment RESPONSE but YES.. you are most definitely instruMental in inspiRing my next Free Verse Epic Blog Post coming shortly after i respond to all the poet’s dVerse Stuff on the TRAIL OF THAT.. and the next one sometime later will be named “i AM F**King Maria Von Trapp”.. i thINK about ‘Julie Andrews’ but ‘Maria Von Trapp’ iS a niGhtLy Kool NAme ASITIS kiNda A MiX of dArk and LIgHT..;)
Yes.. truly SCHOOL IS A LINGERING DISCOVERY AND THEN COMES ADVENTURE.. UP AND DOWN a spiraling path of NOW’S PRESENT AND OMG looking back through the photos and stories my life is both the Wonder Years.. and the Scariest Movie ever.. but anyway SIX feet above NOW is SO much nicer than a dirt nap.. Life Lingers BEST PERHAPS when ONE IS FULLY ALIVE AND BEEN TO BOTH HELL AND HEAVEN.. NICE TO BE IN THE SECOND PLACE FOR NOW.. And Thanks Hanks for dropping by!
Oh.. you are so welcome.. my friend Sumana Roy.. and truly ALL OF THIS IS WORTH IT JUST TO GET TO THE SOUND OF MUSIC ONCE AGAIN! NOW..:)
Well friend and TEACHER MR.. X.. and obviously a GREAT ONE AT THAT.. as you bring up THAT subject AT the Poet’s PUB before I go by the Teaching University of the DEAD POET’S SOCIETY WHERE WE TEAR THE PAGES OUT OF THE RULE BOOK AND GAIN SOME F**KING FUNKING COMMON SENSE.. and simply live life once again.. as FREE.. and OUTSIDE THE DAM BOX.. and this remindS me of BILL O’REILLY AND I’LL TALE YA WHY.. Bill is just A Clown on Fox news and not always a nice clown but never the less the dude gets in contact with a Holy Creative Spirit and helps to write his book named ‘KILLING JESUS’ APPROPRIATELY DESCRIBING HIS LIFE AS A MAN INSTEAD OF A MYTH.. and then a major MEME OF THE MOVIE IS JESUS CHALLENGING THE ORDER OF THE TIME AKA SOCIETY’S ESTABLISHED CURRICULUM AND BY GOD THAT IS PRECISELY WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE SCHOOL SYSTEM IS THE CURRICULUM IS OFTEN SET IN STONE WITH TEACHERS WHO ARE SET IN FUNDAMENTALIST stones too.. particularly in RED STATE areas like mine where you almost have to be part of the First Baptist Fundamentalist cliques across the county which include all other fundamentalist church ways to even get a frigging JOB.. NOW NOT NEARLY AS BAD AS THAT IS IN THE 60’S AND 70’S IN my formative elementary and secondary school years with SOME.. YES.. IMPROVEMENT NOW but i have to wait until college and a PHILOSOPHY CLASS TO FINALLY GET A DEAD POET’S SOCIETY TEACHER AND THAT CHANGES THE COURSE OF MY LIFE.. UP UNTIL THEN.. NO TEACHER CHANGES MY LIFE TO ANY real extent that makes IT BETTER.. TEACHERS LIKE THAT ARE PRICELESS AND I FEEL YOU ARE THE SAME MY FRIEND SO TEACH ON AND KEEP MOVING OUT OF THE BOX OF CURRICULUM’S PRISON IMPRISONING CHILDREN NO DIFFERENT THAN THE OLD ORDER OF KILLING JESUS OR THE HATING CONGREGATIONS OF STUDENTS AND TEACHERS INSPIRED BY FUNDAMENTALIST WAYS OF HATING DIFFERENT..:)
And here is a video i take from the ‘Wrong Planet’.. MOST people there are Book Smart.. but they have little To NOT COMMON SENSE OF GUT.. AND WITHOUT GUT THERE IS NO TRUTH AND LIGHT IN LOGIC.. CREATIVITY HAS BEEN CENSORED THERE SO I AM BANNED FROM HELL FOR A MONTH.. AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT LUCIFER ME IS ON PERMANENT VACATION FROM HELL AS METAPHOR OF COURSE.. THAT MF IN PLACE IS NOT ONE I’M GOING BACK TO AGAIN..;)
And that video has only about 5K views on YouTube but REAL COMMON SENSE AND TRUTH AND LIGHT AIN’T A POPULARITY CONTEXT.. NEO IS FREE.. WITH OR WITHOUT FOLLOWERS..;)
And yeah.. when the video says that folks only use 10% of their brain.. we have to keep in mind that brain and mind are not the same material reductionist thingy that can be viewed on a brain scan.. sure all brains are organic but DIFFERENT KINDS OF INTELLIGENCES ARE MYRIAD AND UNEXPLORED BY MOST FOLKS WHO NEVER LOOK WITHIN TO FIND THEM RANGING FROM MUCH GREATER PHYSICAL.. EMOTIONAL.. SENSORY.. EXISTENTIAL SEXUAL.. MUSICAL.. VISUAL METAPHORICALLY POETICally.. OH MY GOD THE LIST OF INTELLIGENCES THAT COMPRISE OVER 99%.. NOT JUST 90% OF HUMAN POTENTIAL DROWNING WITH STANDARD IQ LIKE A DROP IN THE OCEAN THAT IS JUST ELEMENTARY Fundamentally INCORRECT WHOLLY MY DEAR.. WATSON AND NEVER EVER THE FULLER TRUTH AND LIGHT OF HUMAN POTENTIAL..:) WHERE MOST FOLKS USE 1% OF POTENTIAL HUMAN INTELLIGENCES AND THAT IS WHERE THE REAL TRUTH AND LIGHT LIVES IN THE SYNERGY OF THE HUMAN MIND AND BODY IN BALANCE MOVING.. CONNECTING.. CREATING.. WITH ALL OTHER HUMANS AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA THE FORCE AKA GOD AND SO MANY OTHER METAPHORS FOR THE CORE FORCE OF ALL THAT IS.. THAT WE MOST ALL CAN HARNESS LIKE NUCLEAR ENERGY NOW!..:)
Thanks Madeline.. My Nautilus ShEll ISTuMor that will not stop growing and for some reason and for ALLFEELING i never get ex hau sTED.. every once in a while i sleep..;)