Well.. Hello.. Dear Friend.. Leah.. too.. Usually at the point of sending you an email to make sure you are still doing well.. i get one from you the next day.. so yes.. it works out well.. and hehe.. i’m only a link away for anyone.. friend or so-called enemy who wonders how i am in living color.. i Love the Victorian headpiece you made for the ball and it looks lovely.. and so do you.. and hope you enjoyed the concert very much.. lots of change for me in the last couple of weeks.. in liGht and dArk.. but ha!.. still with no Day Job as it were and is for money.. i can’t complain really.. what comes my way.. but anyway.. after a long 19 to 20.. month journey of selling my father’s estate we finished that.. and a real epic moment for me yesterday was getting debt and loan free.. including car and home.. for the first time since i was 20 with a student loan.. as reported in the celebration part of my blog yesterday but even thinking further my mother charged me a loan for my first car.. the 1970 Maverick previously owned by her.. when i was 16 years old.. paying the $500 dollar loan off to her at a zero percent interest rate of $50 dollars a month in payment which was not as low as it seems today as i was working as a Janitor and Minimum Wage was something like $2 an hour or so.. Anyway.. it is a peaceful feeling not owing anyone any dollar amounts of life anymore.. but haha!.. i’ve made giving a way of life.. now that the money comes for free.. but sure that free almost killed me before it set me free in ways of work for over 3 decades before.. anyway.. i thrive off of busy too.. and it is a necessity for folks with ADHD to be this way to keep that laser focus that keeps us out of fog of mind.. to keep the positive neurohormones and neurochemicals coming.. so i am coming up on my 12 month anniversary of my challenge to do a poem in response to every poem on the dVerse online poetry pub.. that i’ve been interacting with for two and a half years now.. and have actually been successful in doing that and i could go back and count.. since it’s all still documented on my blogs.. but at an average of 70 poems a week or 10 a day on full average.. yeah.. that’s pushing 4000 poems in one year.. not counting how many i do in my style of stream of consciousness writing to the tune of anywhere from 20K to 60K words a week or so.. yeah.. it adds up.. and my other challenge of 1000 miles of dance walking every six months.. i’ve fallen a little behind on.. as i am about 180 miles shy of the 5,000 mile mark since the end of August 2013.. making the end of this month the challenge for that.. where i met it on SuperBowl Weekend last February but it will probably all balance out for the 6,000 mile mark at the end of August as i really need to get out more and dance and this tales me i am writing a little too much as opposed to dancing.. gotta keep a balance of moving and sitting still creating to keep the health and wellbeing all great.. and the focus of course.. with the ADHD.. and overall dopamine variant Nomad gene obviously passed down from my Law Enforcement father.. or warrior gene or whatever other metaphor one may use for the crazy one’s like me hehe.. and the dArker challenges were a biopsy for my sister that came out A okay in the liGht.. but our Cat Moby.. passing away putting him down this week on Tuesday.. the big grey one who has been suffering so from Diabetes no longer receptive to medication as a solution.. and degenerative arthritis from a life of not moving for anything other than food for 10 years.. as compared to our in side out side cat Arthur who lived for 20 years and down the street Ginger Cat Tennessee who is still a fluffy and robust 17 year old force of Nature.. yeah.. it just reminds me of Super Walmart and the folks i graduated with who move more like Red Foxx than Jack LaLanne as Red Started that role on Sandford and Son as Fred Sandford at age 50.. five years my junior then.. human beings who are not impacted by some genetic condition that makes them obese have a great deal of say so.. on how they will live their Senior years.. based on life style.. but anyway folks like Jack LaLanne.. and Charles Atlas prove that human potential is like our cat Arthur.. and the Ginger cat Tennessee when we remember we as just another furry creature of Nature.. who will pay the consequences of not meeting a physical challenge of life as well as a mental one.. so i will focus more on that dance challenge now.. as even my cholesterol and blood pressure has been a little elevated as of late in labs.. but we humans have this gift of cognitive abilities to make that change.. where all that Moby had was that spoon fed gift from his original masters that set his epigenetics in cat way to very low in cat potential for a full and robust life to the end like Arthur and Tennessee.. if only people knew and FELT THEY ARE only animals and not just something in between their ears.. THERE WOULD BE lots more smiles at Super Walmart.. but of course the working world that is mostly sitting still now.. makes it almost impossible for some folks to do it.. exhausted at the end of a day sitting with no where to move to burn off stress hormones and chemicals in the mind and body all day long in this new way of cultural sedentary hell.. Digging ditches is no better either as repetitive movements of any kind will lead to ergonomic injuries in physical way.. from neck pain to back pain.. to PAIN IN GENERAL.. And ha.. yeah.. i am the only one at my age of Sandford and Son still dancing at Old Seville Quarter now on Thursday Night.. although there was one other guy who seems to have given that up besides me.. My heroes are folks like Jack LaLanne and Bruce Lee.. and others who refuse to play the rules of an insane culture at hand in ways of restricting human Nature in Moving Connecting and Creating life now.. Anyway.. three or four or how many times i’ve said anyway in this stream of consciousness thought.. Lovely hearing from you.. and i always look forward to the next now my friend Leah.. and yes.. you know where i am.. hehex2..:)
Love to read your eclectic posts.. friend gigoid.. and let the coffee of them percolate in my mind and body for just a little while at least.. to see what random seminal notes as you say will come from the garden that is fertilized longer and watered too.. but anyway.. as you likely know and feel now.. almost any line and seriously amusingly more any word can lead to a Novel from me.. hehe.. as you know and feel stream of consciousness writing accesses much greater human potential.. than the problem solving way of making life real.. hmm.. but in a life that is truly spoon fed to so many folks.. and rote ways of remembering stuff for the daily grind of work.. where has creativity gone.. when on Facebook.. all one sees is sharing mostly what the directors producers and actors of someone else’s play has to offer.. but still for some including me.. the percolating takes longer.. yes.. 40 years for me since the first fresh brew of the coffee of creativity comes at age 13.. and goes away when the muse of life of emotions is taken away from me by the religious right of my community.. who are stiff cardboard boxes.. that i too mold myself into.. for the pure ignorance of what my frigging human nature was taling me from the beginning of my life.. be wild and free.. yes.. my rant.. manifesto.. and mantra.. be wild and free give more than take and like Nike says once again.. JUST DO LIFE WILD AND FREE.. So i’ll continue the rest of the Novel on my Blog as usual.. and have a great day.. as wild and free as nature blesses you.. the gift of life iN dArk and liGht from God who has Zebra stripes too Nature in all her black and white.. grey.. and colors over the Rainbow.. in true human magic imagination and creativity tales me yeah.. it get much dArker and liGhter than this.. and someone out there is likely living now in a better heaven.. or worse hell than i for one have felt and seen.. but line iS iT iS n0w what iT iS and God ALLthatis.. no escapes.. but living now.. MiGht aS WeLL maKinG M A G I C NATuRE NOW WELL MIgHT oF BALANCe..:)
Talking with my lovely dancing friend from Seville Quarter late night last night when the crowd thinned enough to get a word in heard.. her story of the challenges and stresses of modern life.. Facebook competitions of happy faces.. and now the competitive nature that can be a modern smart and very attractive girl’s life.. that says be the best or you are nothing.. is so sad and such a source of emptiness as competition in material ways of life erases the inner life of sharing and feeling for Love instead of appearances and a race for who has more in ways of stuff when likes become stuff.. and even sharing in ways of material online shares.. of concrete hell.. i’d rather put out.. than receive as receiving brings these days.. often.. so many restrictions to keep that receiving coming by playing the rules of the given social norm.. where evil is often good and good is often evil.. and discerning the two.. becomes even more foggy for those led down a harbor.. of myst between the human animal fur of life wild and free.. yes once again.. wild and free.. sharing and cooperating no different really.. overall that a wolf pack roaming together to keep life real and surviving balance. yes.. wild and free still for now.. Loving the one you’re with in ways of eYes of shaRinG and hell no Love is not limited to sex.. Love iS a way of Life iN Sharing overall.. so whomever i am with.. iN human connections i am Loving the one i’m with.. giving all of who i am to them.. in the moment of now.. as truly that’s all we have and no moment is too smAll or large to Love as Human.. and no human is too large or small.. or any other kind of different to not Love as Human.. one now i told someone all i see is friends i like in strangers.. and that person told me it must not be very special to be liked by you.. oh.. the irony.. every jewEL a human to me..:)
Just another Eagle named Fred from Old Seville Quarter..wink emoticon.. wow.. after every Rave Dance night.. my mind and body is like candy of creativity.. with ocean roar of waves.. iN peace of balance.. high.. no adrenaline the ecstasy of DMT.. when human becomes a perfect storm of Love.. and to be clear.. all Natural DMT.. no substance drugs for me.. as the essence is me.. when creativity flows alive.. from the deepest recesses of stored memories from all of my life’s experiences and deeper deeper where genetic memory of ancestry experiences swim again.. and yes.. fly again like an Eagle to the sea.. where the spirit of us is set free.. and giving and sharing becomes the real of now.. with no one.. to take that away when we fly like an Eagle to the ocean of us so free.. so feathered wild and deliciously briGht in Sun of us.. waves of rays.. of liGht as uS come deLiGht so free and wild aLiVE.. where all is now.. aLL iS liGht soaRinG hiGher and even hiGher.. so what i’m basicAlly creatively saying here.. is i could can keep going and going until this becomes my second technical word length Free verse poeTry novel of over 40K words.. and yes.. two full prompts from Tuesday dVerse prompt on what one would Love to be born again as.. and the Thursday open link night prompt.. as well as any left overs from the weeklong Monday Haibun prompt.. 24 from Tuesday to catch up with.. and likely close to 40 for Thursday and maybe two more from Monday for close to 66 in total effort now.. then when this Epic post and associated photos.. music videos.. lInks and other artistic stuff comes to another end for the next beginning now.. but as Katy Perry says.. with perfect storms of humans riSinG in the magic of God of Nature now.. where relatively sPeaKinG some of uS are the capsTonE of the ancient pyramids of Egypt.. Where the origin of what is arises from one point of pyramid spreading out inversely wHeRe the above and so below iS uS at BegiNinG and end of all.. and sure Supebowl weekend will get involved in this post as well.. as it is a pinnacle of modern popistry in Art.. iN Enlightened human being halftime way.. as the initiates chosen from God of Nature Art among us in Natural selection of the what that is for now.. shines greatly around the world.. in the best effort artists make to bRinG the rest of the world iN dArker ways better to liGhter ways of Star Seed children now.. my last Novel Free Verse Poetry post was actually a combination of three posts before that.. doing one at one post is a bigger challenge than that but hey.. it’s Super Bowl 50 and Mardi Gras Weekend and yeah.. baby i’m gonna get out there in the public and likely dance a marathon effort this weekend too.. but again it is the challenge that makes me who i am all in dARk and liGht of the storm i am for now.. in moving connecting Eagle Free Verse PoeTry Novel now.. and dArk Horse way aS WeLL..:)
Starting at Monday prompt for Haibun here.. with only one link added in there for now.. and then the next one jumping all the way to Thursday open link night prompt.. spotting Shawna’s blog before it goes the way of a Hurricane wind.. to something else.. now somewhere else.. then now.. so here’s to Monday first..
Worlds of work homeless office buildings no humans left inside.. empty sHells of fingers spRead sheet theiR way further and further inTo rinGs oF Dante heLL.. oh the homeleSS man SpRinGs outside…
meLted dReams real comes trUe..:)
It’s nows like this i’m so glad i’m not a girl.. but yeah.. Lesbian would be cool.. anyway.. omg.. two prompts behind.. full prompts.. will have to remember your poem from Tuesday too.. but sure i can.. to make my entry for that.. Daisy C..S.. anyWay.. God kNows when i’ll get here on Thursday prompt or wheRever.. so i came over early.. to insert my words.. and yeah.. teenage pregnancies are definitely going down here and around the world.. as electronic sperm don’t go anywhere but sexting still empty sHells of seminal blAngst.. but hey.. overpopulation and all of that it’s where God finAlly geTs her revenge for aLL the other animals suffering at the ’cause of human sex.. hmm.. but yeah.. holding hands.. that sure was nice..:)
And now for sand dancing and Sun before i purUse the other 53 left so far now..:)
1:21 pm 2042016
Back at 12:17.. 2082016 now wITH two more Fredbuns inspired by Lynn’s Haibun..;)
As always answers stARt at the cradle.. humans who are Unconditionally Loved with Kind and couRAge.. are trustFul enough of humans and Nature around them.. to be secure inside.. never allowing themselves to be used by others.. but now.. then.. there is poverty.. W/O subsistence.. and ills of health.. where common Christians refuse to lend the helping hand of Government to reach places out of churches and neigh borhoods..
Humans raped more than sex…
OBTW.. hi Lynn.. once again at the very end.. writing hundreds of poems.. and finishing my 2nd ‘official’ Novel of Free Verse Poetry tomorrow iN 18 days.. around 50K words before Catholic Lent starts and sure.. my Lent and Ramadan never ends now as alWays true.. iN liGht.. iN Dance and Words of SonG..
Soldiers oF God iN KinD CourAGeX2..:)
A long week of many changes.. late getting here but alWays the less here.. and sMiLes that bRinGs me to my next point.. my friend SOHEIR.. trUly coming face to face with God that iS real and all that Is.. IS a humbling experience.. there is a Love and Respect that has no match.. and A Faith.. Hope.. and Belief that iS all resolve secure and trust.. so in other words there is no need to fear another human being.. or a need to rise hiGher as theRe is no higHer or lOwer of God as US iN uS WitH us my friEnd iN fAct all nows are beginning iN God’s Unconditional Love of liGht and dARk.. most imporTantLY FeeLinG God Now..:)
And so sorry.. i didn’t have sweets to share.. but i am onLY sweet.. wInks.. so Heir sMiles for now..:)
Smiles to you again my friend and as i already reported in my latest blog post before you define SOHEIR as Egyptian Star.. i cAll you out as Star child/seed tHere..;)
Oh yes.. Definitely believe you and truly Love that name SOhEIR and the Star Woman who wears it WeLL.. And might write another novel this weekend with yoUr Star as pArt oF God’s inspiRaTioN..:)!
SMiLes again my friend.. i looked back to make sure you saw the first one named ‘GodsUniVerse Novel’..
and i see you did.. and the next one if i make it to the required 40K standard in words will be after my current blog post.. named ‘Star Seeds Friend Son of Godzilla’.. writing is great fun to me.. sMiles again.. friend Soheir.. and Good Night to you as well..:)
Pray.. Laugh.. and Hug.. iN positive ways.. alWays beat worry.. stress.. and hurry as negative direction in Life.. And yes.. all tools of humans ranging from letters made first by tool of sticks scratching lines in soil.. to the highest skyscrapers are not the core of us iN feeling the empathy of human connection as a tribe of one eYes.. iN sharing Cooperating.. and most importantly surviving.. i am rich without any clothes of culture and haha i can prove that too.. while most folks hide behind the covers of culture now my friend.. and to be clear that is a general metaphor for all cultures as all cultures are extensions of tools that become the human being inside.. sadly so much now.. more than ever.. it seems to me.. now.. But perhaps the most important quote as that relates to separation of church and state from the Kuran that states.. There shall be no compulsion (in acceptance) of the religion is the wisest pARt of aLL as the human tribal instinct most always THINKS.. iT has the last word in group THINK throughout the ages.. but God alWays comes out on top knoWinG and expresSinG more than human EyEs will ever do al one.. now.. AnyWay.. Happy now.. it’s all that’s ever truly counted iN human eYes that live now at least… my friend.. SOHEIR..:)
And now to dVerse Tuesday Prompt on what one would like to be if born again.. yeah.. hmm.. and her it goes..
* The toad.. The frog.. the amphibian still lives in uS.. the fish.. the single cell organism still lives iN US.. while some folks worry about the cycle of death and life others just live whomever they care to be iN change for now.. after all we are all connected and one.. with aLL Nature as birth and death shows iN DNA way..:)
GreaTest risk of hoping to live again.. is the reality of never living now.. so much to do so much to see.. yet so much to forget that now even exists..:)
* Perhaps the sAddest pARt of the Christian religion is insisting a man never changes for 2000 years.. when no human is the same human with precisely the same words.. moves.. and emotions.. from second to second except for a machine.. if Jesus truly comes back he will be a robot according to modern Christianity and the same for any other prophet who cannot evolve to greater human potential iN both Truth and Love iN Wisdom and LiGht.. wheRe the colors continuALLy change eternAlly now iN a RaiNbow that never ends for now at least.. and on top of that as reported in Luke 17:21.. if ya don’t find heaven at hand now.. you’ll never find it ever any now but now.. inside.. outside.. above.. so below and all around.. looking for golden floors iN palatial homes and Pearly gates.. just the Lottery of Old World Lies.. where the house of lies always wins the finally tAlly away from heaven now.. Jesus was a Naturist iN words.. feelings and deep metaphors same as any poet who finds God as Nature.. and sadly the thought of reality scares the beJezus.. out of some folks and leads to greater rings of Dante’s hell away from God iN uS as Nature now.. juSt now.. the gift of God iN human potential wasted on the lies of psychopathic ways of folks starting with Emperor Constantine in the Nicene Council of 325 AD.. making the humble prophet.. man and teacher Yeshua.. into a Soldier Sun God while Constantine follows suit and erects a monolithic statue of himself for others to kneel down and worship him as a Sun God2.. the one percent are always here as psychopathic folks with little heARt for Love now.. as Spirit expreSsinG that Love.. iN a trUly miNd and boDy balanCinG soUl.. that gives rather than elevating to higher levels of empty status and power with no blood or body iN bread and WinE of Love now.. wHere Christ iS Love and not a robot who never changes..:)
And as a side note here.. i attempted to use the metaphor of a Desert Isle escaping the lies of culture as change in attaining heaven now.. no different really than Luke 17:21’s report on Jesus.. but reference that same post when i was Brow Beat by folks who insisted i not use philosophy and metaphors in my way of writing to the greaTest of human change.. ignorant in the true meaning of the New Testament and the humble Man Jesus who was only a man no different in potential than most other human beings.. anyway.. they deleted my link on this greatest change iN Truth and LiGht of human Wisdom and Love.. and after two other times when folks at the top of the online club could not understand my deeper metaphors than what that they are used to.. that was the last straw of the camel who was visiting the whole of tHeir needle.. and asterisks indicate the places where i am no longer welcome.. dusting my sandals off.. but still watching.. listening.. and getting inspired as all of human being.. dArk and liGht.. ignorant or wise inspire.. me now..:)
And truly it is disgusting as these folks are continuously complaining about folks who do not visit poetry sites to respond.. and me writing literally now thousands of responses never failing to respond in the last year since March of last year.. and just because i do more and run deeper than everyone else easily measurable empirically beyond their ability to focus and understand now.. they discarded me like a piece of garbage no different really than my middle school bullies in school.. physically stronger.. then.. butT the truth iS intellectual bullies.. who work in the world of science and rules and regulations can be just as big bullies buTT they’ve never met a Lion like me who is tenacious as air and water.. malleable to change no different and alWays Winning the War no matter how many battles other folks THiNK THEY’VE WON IN discarding my humanity out of their circle of influence.. but haha.. now the whole thing just adds to my story and as they say of ages old a prophet/sage is never understood in tHeir own environment whether country or online FiN ‘country clubs’.. of Know it alls and control freaks.. and yes side note ends..
* And hmm.. a firm denial that one is not coming back but going to heaven after life.. however the same folks demanding that Jesus comes back.. now.. how iroNic.. i could make a parAble oF thiS..;)
Beautiful.. WeLL adjustinG human appreciating now and who they are wishes for nothing more but to be who they are now and then for now.. sure we alWays evolve to lEarn and feel more.. somenows too.. wE devolve iN dArk.. feeLinG less.. but bottom liNe iS core flAMe oF us iS both uS and ShaREd when Free aLive.. Now..:)
SMiLes.. my friend.. i like to think of me as nameless faceless soUI.. projecting spiRit! oF Ego iN human personality driven by emoTioNal hEart as WeLL.. as SpiRit! where i iS me as SoUl.. I iS Actor oF i and i iS Director and producer of I actor as ego and personality as Zen art of person.. the art that others see.. potentiAlly dArk or liGht.. but the greaTest pARt oF aLL is i can transform myself into many humans or other animals now as all our DNA iN genetic style iS similar shaRinG mostly sAMe.. yesterday.. i was a Jaguar on the primitive hunt.. dancing the night away.. and today i am now a Nautilus building shell.. and later.. a Panther/Jaguar again.. in style of martial arts.. sparring with air flying with ease oF cLaws..:)
Oh.. so free and wild to be human is what i choose to come back as now.. breaKinG bricks layer by layer oF domesticated human aLL aWay finding furry core of me.. briGht eYed and bushy taLed once aGaIN.. and yes.. reTiring.. paying the mortgage and car off last week.. seaLed the Free and Wild deal of me once aGain.. iK inK of paws LiOns Free..:)
SMiLes.. so hard to swim.. so hard to fly.. float on land no swim but fly.. reborn a butt er fly iN liGhT..:)
Nature old.. Nature grows.. Nature knows onLY now.. Nature us.. Nature we.. Nature i.. oh.. so free..:)
Improvisation here on Shawna’s misSinG lInk..;)
Just gonna borrow this for a smAll project oF min(e)d.. onLy need iT now for the end of the weekend.. i’m thinKinG now..;)
Hmm.. yeah.. what IF.. yes.. this is a side note or perhaps pArt of Shawna’s place.. WHAT IF.. Jesus did come back like so many folks thInk he wiLL out of now some 2.2 million humans around the world.. who is he.. would he be the one before.. would anyone accept his Muslim looks in the US.. likely dark eyes.. medium stocky build.. brown skin.. hmm.. yeah.. i guess he’d have to transform into that portrait image of that sweet blonde haired female with a beard.. that so many homo sexual priests along the line of Catholic Church approved of with mighty strokes of pens.. yeah.. sure.. if ya thInk there are a bunch of pedo phile men.. in the ranks of Catholic single men.. there are many more practicing homosexuals than that.. but back to my point.. as too bad they cannot simply come out of the closet and be them.. self.. instead of putting on a straight face at the pulpit after coming back from the gay bar.. that same sex marriages/messages.. cannot be sacred in humans who love God and each other same and as holy and sacred as anyone else.. A true failing of the Catholic Church a lack of respect for Nature in suggesting that birth control is a sin.. when nature as the God of Nature is fighting back in her own way in us on that.. and to be clear her as far as God goes is no more an entity with a vagina than he as God with a Penis.. for Patriarchal Homosexual church leaders that truly wish God had a big penis.. sarcasm in tow.. there for all the pain and suffering put on people of different sexual orientations by priests with different sexual orientations.. so silly and downright dum.. not to express God given Nature all the way whatever it is.. God’s plan is balance.. and not humans plan for control.. power.. and status in shiny robes.. anyway.. SO WHAT IF.. WHO IF.. AND WHERE IF JESUS COMES BACK.. I MEAN YESHUA.. OR JOSHUA.. OR OTHER LANGUAGE NAMES.. OF THE FLESH AND BLOOD ONE MAN.. who a hundred.. thousand.. or ten thousand other men’s words now have been attributed to through the first 40 years of no written record to the first printed version of an English Bible then in the middle of the last millennium about 1500 AD or whatever.. So What iF.. truth iS.. until a path iS prepared for the forecast one.. and a place big enough to hold his or her or whatever’s soul.. Jesus will remain in prison of HeARts.. SpiRits.. and SoUls who refuse to grow.. Jesus iS only as real as Christ maKinG the man of Love our HeARt.. as a mission and Art of Life now..:)
side note ends.. and time for gym workout.. and back to Novel ways of writing after the continuing struggle and fiGht for excellence in human potential continues for me.. tainted with who knows.. perhaps a thouSand Grains of sand iNLOVE..:)
6:25 pm… Back at 10:57 pm..:)
SMiLes.. perhaps the GreaTest Forever Loves.. sparked the return of the UniVerse aGain.. and then Love would be the hiGhest Force.. and perhaps it is.. Magic..:)
Gravity.. perhaps Nature’s oldtest SonG.. and a cure for aGinG bones.. muscles.. tendons.. ligaments.. iS playing wITh gravity and not against it.. art of gravity.. floating humans terrestrial oN land of marshmallow comfort.. wheRe gRound becomes a dance floor gliding feet come one with Earth and gRain of SAnd BuTTerfly SinGs iN human feat oF feetONE..:)
Birth of water whole from start of Ocean womb.. sailor’s deliGht oF what we were underwater.. never sinkIng shore.. finally crawling out.. be the water whole again..:)
Bird of bridge swoon of heARt.. fly so hiGh liGhting never landing hard..:)
* Other than when human dies.. most other animals feed the birds.. humans collecting it all.. even dead.. morbid obsession with form away from essence..:)
Child dreams of innocence real iN imagination and creativity true.. moving.. connecting.. yes creating.. wishing fruition no limits or expectations in passings or futures.. now a child’s eYes.. alWays Innocence SpiRit Young Never aging fountain youth.. inside never going.. dreams live on..:)
Birds of a feather sings songs often not together.. solo they go.. lonely but always searching for another feather..:)
Child’s eYes of paradise.. leave no room for doubt.. all is hope all is new.. all deliGhtful when parents Love the same.. Children’s liGht a SonG that never ends.. with Love at least.. living Again..:)
A world of input sharing input liking input.. away from moving.. connecting creating in flesh and blood is in two words.. humanely insane..:)
Tree of knowledge.. form.. so distant.. lacking essence.. Tree of Life.. Born again.. leaves Grass Green as LiFe.. closer.. Now Real..:)
Ah.. yes.. an eternal now born iN eYes Love.. again through out ages.. Loving eYes stay now everforevernow..:)
Second response to noweverforevernow.. SMiLes.. No time in heaven now beyond inFiniTy.. Beyond fire.. All time in hell as infiNity.. To fully understand this one must go to both places in different nows.. The lesSon of eterniTy now.. Some folks call it the dArk niGht of the soUl or meeting Karma and the God of Nature allthatis face to face.. For me at least.. Yes.. the adventure one Lifenow.. finding no time now as eternal in heaven and the anti-now.. In the other place.. That question can inspire a novel.. my friend.. Thanks.. I’ll finish the rest of it.. On my blog.. wInks.. Just for fun..:) SMiLes.. like God ‘said’.. i’ll come back creating Now juSt noW..:)
Third response.. SMiLes again.. i second now that..;)
Dragon Fly oh.. and roach wonder.. ugly.. not owing any human explanations first survivors among living earthy beings and likely last to go..)
Well that ends the Tuesday prompt of 24 poetic expressions..:)
11:59 pm.. and back for Thursday open link night catch up game tomorrow.. hopefully finishing before the Super Bowl begins.. just for challenge as all i’ll be watching is half time.. with Chris Martin.. and Cold Play and Beyonce too enjoying tHeir show of human archetypes of so many songs and dance as well as other humanly designed sign language attempting to scribe the essence of all that is aka God for now..:)
Back at 12:41 pm.. after some Global deTours on 2062016.. StArtinG now with Thursday open lInk night at dVerse doing a few before dance shopping comes in Marathon ways.. at all wife Katrina’s favorite stores and mine too in the nooks and crannies of the metro mall where store management allows me to let is all go free in flow of Zone.. hmm.. deserving honorable mentions as one.. force of stores.. particularly Dick’s Sporting Goods.. the Earth Store.. and Spencer gifts.. as well as Star bucks in the mall.. dancing in Star bucks in tight quarters like the Earth Store.. and Spencer Gifts.. and away from the mall and Barnes and Nobles Book store is like micro poetic expressions a reAlly tight fit that has much to say.. in feat of feet.. like that dancing Penguin Happy feet me.. all relaxed in flow to go.. So here i go more in writing to dVerse for a few more.. finger treats.. now..;)
Poems.. Dance.. SonG Art.. in general.. a way of life that expands.. moving.. human imagination now and creativity.. a UniVerse we within.. onLY expanding… Science.. the anti-art for order.. including poems and dance that pAinTs by number..:)
Hmm.. asteRisk removed from that one.. let’s see iF my poem stands or is erased now by whatever.. if you see an asterisk the answer is yes.. if not.. either way.. the poem sTill exists here.. ah..freedom the place now that censorship cannot touch.. at least here..;)
Store Dance comes now.. back later.. for more writing..;)
1:24 pm.. 11:49 pm.. back and hmm.. my comment stuck.. and that’s actually the second person that was moderating my comments out that has decided to let me back in.. hmm.. positive energy i guess..;)
Anyway.. back to dVerse.. 32 more poetic expressions in response coming for me.. and i’ve gotta a Novel to publish.. perhaps as early as tomorrow write fred write.. dance fred dance.. and that’s where i just came from in steps of measure of around 16 miles.. now to let the fingers do the dancing..;)
* Numbers.. Numbers Numbers.. Spread sheet hell.. fingers fingers digits..bits and bytes.. of never quenching thirst for Love..:)
Skipping over to Shawna’s place for another revisionist new response to her poem.. that no longer exists on her blog.. SMiLes.. the Big S.. i mean little s.. just stopping by long enough to say.. now.. i like you.. Happy sun now day.. any way.. Friend.. i feel all the gaps in with NOW.. btw.. OMG.. that reminds me of what my first Girl friend named Little s.. remember her name was Sonia Lee.. and there was little f.. too..;)
Okay.. back to sequential order.. now..
Well.. wITh Azaleas stiLL bLooming Violet.. iN middle oF WiNter SprinG cAMe anD leFt aNd never arrives i guess.. but DaFfodils kNow tHeir place In February.. iN hINt ofFSprinG here sTill cominG..:)
Emerald Green Beauty… of Bermuda.. none like it i’ve seen except close to wheRe i live.. in San Destin. place of the Truman show close tHere too.. sMiles.. so much poeTry to be geneRated sTIll MovinG now by paradises oF earth..:)
Ha.. being on the Autism Spectrum with Asperger’s Syndrome.. if i had a dollar for everyNOW the kids made fun of me.. FOR THE WAY i spoke.. i now.. would be richer than i already am from it making me stronger.. and yes.. then.. speech impediments were much of an improvement over not speaking at all until age 4.. and now i don’t shut up.. and that’s no mythoRy.. and perhaps THAT iS for REAL.. no speech pathologists for me.. my memory was good enough for straight A’s.. so the teachers didn’t pay no mind to my speech.. then.. somenows the girls liked me before i opened my mouth.. but at least i had a shiny smile.. so i learned not to talk again.. just sMiLes.. with shiny eyes..:)
Ah.. balance now of noble inside outside cats.. ours always live longer than domesticated only inside ones it seems by double.. but yeah.. so sweet they are inside as well.. so pampered..:)
Smart phone saviors oF red lights and waiting rooms standing in Line.. too.. never a dull moment with Facebook antics.. candy crunch and poeTry for me.. and sure some ‘other stuFf2’..:)
PoeTry of human seNsualiTy thE dark zone wheRe most folks fail to go.. i ain’t scaRed and so glad to see no one gave you a hard time here.. butt the dark oF iT ALL.. iNside..:)
As hard as it may be to believe i can’t write.. scribble scrabble dysgraphia is all i get.. without digital keys i just shut-up in print..:)
* Brick forest.. weeds grow into history before.. grass breaks stone.. uproots human gone..:)
Only two asterisks out of 33 poems.. not bad at all.. so great iN fAct.. as even asterisks inspire great..:)
So many positive addictions.. including poetry to feel the void of yester now empty.. dance for me too.. and Love of course.. Prescription Ativan for 5 years.. difficult too… free is best.:)
SMiLes.. i’ve read that in mountainous areas folks are more likely to call God Nature.. and in deserts where taLLest standing iS humans God becomes nowman and or some last prophet.. Nature and God even bigger than human or Mountain.. depends oN wHere oNe Lives.. and how far one can see pass horizon yesternows here for now..:)
1:07 am.. 2072016 13 more and now sleep..:)
Back at 9:13 am.. with now for a couple before Church now comes..
SMiLes broken as culture infinite number of rules and regulations that now say not good enough.. ha! i say F culture yes.. Fred culture i am me.. and else is Illusion except moving.. connecting and creating.. and those who care not to can certainly travel another way if they like than bliss of the heaven of now.. Mastery iN relative FREE WiLL under LOVE.. God aLLows aLL of uS when sOught now found inside outside above so below all around uS now expanding Stars of Us UniVerse withiN aLive NOW..:)
Dust and Ashes of freedom one and sAMe riSinG faLLinG Star dust once us.. prisons many.. brick and mortar mind and boarder.. boarder or free iN side or out above so below aLL ’round free now or prisons apArt our relative free WiLL house inside free moving connecting and creating in or out of hUman made priSons..:)
Back at 1:25 am.. 2082016.. still playing catch up..:)
Lost Love.. Loving Losses strange bedfellows of nuerochemicals and neurohormones that follow loss.. dopamine pleasure riSinG.. poeTry calls.. oxytocin social bonding falls.. caLLinG Love.. more.. oh.. the signs and hints of nuero stuff.. now.. to understand Nature can be to master iT iN.. relative Free WiLL.. wheRe no one.. controls uS but Us.. FREE iS alWays inside.. trUly us.. inside.. outside.. and aLL a’Round.. at least i feel i kNow.. i feel i reason.. i master relative free will.. miNd and boDY balance as soUl oF uS.. moving.. connecting in emoTioNaL spiRit oF heARt.. expresSinG.. feeLinGs.. now regulating emoTioNs.. inTeGraTinG senses.. a dance now and SonG of LiFe for NOW Free WiLL under Love.. F R E E D O M..:)
Letters Love never connecting passing ships iN Oceans uS.. so far so dark so deep so shallow left feeLinGs oF Love.. forGivinG Us.. stArtinG aGaiN.. no one iS perfect wE aLL work toGeThEr best as one Force.. dARk and LiGht iN Star Wars oF miNd and boDy balance.. now..:)
So true.. Love iS not onLY kinD Love cannot gRow now an ocean with out cou rage.. Kung Fu Pan da now 1.. 2.. or 3.. Kung Fu.. in general.. martial arts.. bRinGs strength of character.. integrity of miNd and boDy balance.. and now best of aLL.. trUly innate.. instinctual and intuitive to be the water requires zero letter of instruction to follow heArt of moving.. connecting and creating now.. UniVerSal Truths now follow Loving Strength.. iN Fearless UnconditioNal LoVE N0W..:)
Human Archetype of the DArk niGht of the SoUl.. Human sOul as real as science when the art of uS rises again.. when child becomes science and art once again..:)
This is a really great poem.. perhaps the best out of the whole dVerse open link lineup this week.. and one comment.. wow.. what iS thiS.. poeTry or Facebook.. sMiles.. Tit for tat like or share.. cold hEArted orb.. kNows no.. notta feeLinG.. now.. Moon iS briGht hUman dark.. give and get or now no give at aLL.. giving iS the best pArt oF aLL for those who feel the now reward.. sAdly dArkest heARt goNe.. now.. SinGs iTs SonG oF no RefRain…:)
Ah.. to think that the first farmer forgot poeTry was never words and only essence.. to feel iT.. yes..:)
Canary yeLlow humans faLL iN cOld Winter mines.. minds.. Canary winGs SinG aWay from cultUre lies.. fLy hiGher than cAges mAde..:)
* SMiLes.. God speaks through aLL even through metaphorical DEvils and Satans ignorance speaks for none.. and to be clear i like your poem.. sMiLes again.. that’s iN reference to the first response.. up there forgetting that the prophets signs are in concert halls.. as God is an equal opportunity employer whether profit or prophet.. sMiLes times three..;)
SoUl no memory but now..:)
Hardestiny and sofTest Loves.. live iN mirrors..:)
Baptism in the air and water without scripture or even one word.. Air and Water SpRinG eternal now.. aWay from eYes oF cOld.. flows spiRit Youth returning.. heArt and SoUl..:)
Les Son now A Butterfly never looking back iN Cocoon ways now.. dreams oF FliGht fruition SinGS WinGs oF flutter hEarT FeeLs..:)
Spectrums from conservative.. literal.. to open minded figurative.. wild and free or imprison science.. art is freer with imagination and creativity not closed in plastic bags.. trial and error failure and success alWays trying better chances no matter who..:)
Road travels human moves connects creates Road travels human cars move.. without connecting creating.. Roads travel destinations change moving connecting and creating travel..:)
SeAsons greeting All fOur butterFly danCinG humans now create FliGht through liGht inside shiNinG briGht aLL foUr seaSons lONg for NOW..:)
Humans Domestic.. Wild as Wolves.. sMiLes oN a dog’s face.. Sitters.. Rovers.. aLL animals including uS.. no different reAlly outside.. excuses from culture.. Nature SinGS true and free moving sitting one and sAme..:)
Ocean dreams of old goNe.. so blue so deep so cOld daRk blue one sInks.. Oceans emerald glow in gulf.. so shallow yet deep in life’s row now oF yeLLow sUn..:)
All caught up at 3:18 am.. and to publish a seventh chapter of a Novel titled “Super Bowl of Love” tomorrow with Novel titled “GodsUniVerseNovel2” all 7 chapters coming ‘later’..:)
Hi gigoid.. hey.. sMiLes better late than never and like Arnold and you say you can alWays come back and of course feel free to do so with never a rush iN Fredland also kNown as Boogie Wonderland.. hmm.. and i feel like putting that here write now.. haha..:)
And as a jumping off point.. that reminds me of hmm.. 2006 before the type two Trigeminal Neuralgia.. came for me.. to take my emotions and life away.. first a strange pain in the bottom of my feet a year or so later to find that it was an auto immune issue with Sjogren’s Syndrome.. something about the vessels and nerves of feet.. a pain so bad on the bottom of my feet that touching anything was beyond a cut of knife.. pain is like a universe of dArkness wITh humans as theRe are so many potential pains that one has never experienced before no different really than there are so many moves in body of UniVerse-like potential associated with an InFiniTy of emoTions one can feel groWinG through the body.. per receptors iN cells associated with neurohormones.. neurochemicals.. some rarely experienced like all natural DMT.. likely associated with the Pineal Gland.. for advanced.. ascending masters as it were and still is.. but the bottom line to get iN touch with one’s boDy and miNd in Dance oF moving integrating senses and regulating emoTioNs iS a way up.. up up.. to the metaphorical ascension of human being in riSinG bliss.. up up up and away.. farther free as human being heaven.. nirvana bliss now.. hmm.. yeah.. once again.. like Fredland oF Boogie Wonderland now.. nicely illustrated by the Blue Eyed Penguin above.. so below inside outside around here… now..:)
SMiLes.. gigoid.. i used to be impressed with my stellar IQ points until REAL LIFE taught me.. that Standard IQ is a culturally derived intelligence of the last 10 to 12 thousand years.. and sadly takes human farther and farther away from the almost limitless other innate.. instinctual and intuitive intelligences that play by rules of art over Standard IQ science points in ways of verbal and non-verbal intelligence.. reading writing and arithmetic.. all devices of human cultures.. moving.. connecting and creating all arts of human being.. Standard IQ develops creature comforts.. but sadly sits humans still in desks of hell.. decades in school and work and now in a 4 inch to 5 inch scream of screen… Standard IQ.. is a 10 to 12 thousand year.. human experiment where the recipients of the testing requirements are the unwitting so-called smart guinea pigs.. i’m no longer smart i feeL life instead asSMaRT kNowing iT.. i no longer plan.. i do.. i just do it.. and for someone who feels nature there is no doubt that moving.. connecting.. creating and sharing hands oN eYes oN and feelings oN.. iS REAL as WeLL.. as taKinG no more than one gives.. back.. American Indians faiLed every test of standard IQ other than human intelligence.. and they lived iN balance as they knew no different.. in ways of Standard IQ lies.. i hope my IQ points are lower than ever.. but sadly they are not.. so i have to pray 10 times more than average men or women to keep iT ALL TOGETHER ONE.. REGULATED EMOTIONS.. INTEGRATED SENSES FLOW iN ZoNE.. WitH GOD oF NATURE DANCE AND SING ONE.. What a relief to know and FEEL GOD iS Real as Nature REAL iN uS no lessons of desks or screams of screens required.. for Truth and LiGht innate instinctual allintuitive COMMON F iN sense..:)
Yes.. i enjoy copious amounts of stellar IQ mental masturbation.. Dopamine generator it is.. WInks.. And it gives the wife horrible headaches.. So.. i Just Do iT ALL online with non-suspecting prey.. And to be clear.. To pray is more and less.. Cognitive behavioral therapy in either dArk or liGht ways of powerful nocebo and or placebo effect and affect.. Yes.. Science is slowly catching up with Aeons of mystery schools.. For human occult.. i refuse to wait for the rest.. So like the Goddess of Victory and Shoes says.. Yes.. i just do iT.. Dance and SinG A SonG of Nature As Classical GAS Now..:)
A little after midnight old friend Lala Rukh.. on the 6th.. the day i’ll visit you always as i never break a promise from a soul now whole.. alWays God wilLinG of course but God sWays whole with uS.. my friend.. hope you’re doing okay.. great will be better but i’ll take okay.. as enough.. continuing to grow at least for now.. happy happy.. just happy to say happy my friend alWays..:)
SMiLes.. my friend Sherry Blue Sky.. ah.. the only one from dVerse brave enough to venture wheRe no man or woman has gone before.. hehe.. most anyway.. hehex2.. hope you are having a wonderful weekend now.. as i find free and wiLd and giving giving giving.. the answer to the UniVerse of me.. wInks..;)
Torn between the balance of two lovers.. writing and dance.. both imagination.. both creativity.. one healthy one not.. Before i stArted dancing before i magically got well and changed Personality like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde from INTJ to ENFP civilized to wild and free.. almost over night.. where even a licensed therapist named it as a real miracle.. yeah.. a Catholic one too.. her defined religion then and now.. but for me an all natural one as i see Nature as God more mysterious and magical than any book of fiction.. including the Bible and Kuran.. anyway.. back to writing.. before my dance of life.. i spent 24 hours in one day on June 5th.. 2013.. about a month before spontaneous recovery.. writing a ‘Garden of Bandaid’
and before E-scaping from the cocoon.. on about July 22nd.. the beginning of the next day.. my birthday on the 6th of June.. i then looked down at my feet and saw them balLooning.. the habit of writing.. had become an addictional one to shorten my life if i did not start paying more attention to my body of imagination and creativity along with mind of writing sAMe.. it took me almost two years to date this year.. where my feet no longer swell sitting down.. and almost 5000 miles of dance to get theRe.. words are pretty meaningless compared to basic animal homeostasis.. the humble graiN oF sAnd stiLL knoWs more than i.. as iT kn0ws noThing.. and feEls WeLL iF not @ALL.. hOlding up the mountains no less than iT self.. my current challenge is to write a Novel by the end of Mardi Gras day on Tuesday.. if it happens it does.. if not.. so what.. after all it’s just a gRain of sAnd.. after all is said and danced.. my other challenge iS to dance my usual literal marathon of dance walKinG over 26 miles.. starting today Saturday.. at all my wife’s favorite stores.. but first a sand dance comes with Sun now.. as balance goes on eternAlly now.. the only Heaven i kNow.. for now.. NOW.. iN FeeLinG ah.. the FeeLinG without that words are just sHeLLs of dead finGers.. a science project under hEaVEN oF heART.. and nah.. i probably will only get half a marathon in.. as Sunday is a visit to a Southern Baptist Pastor’s farm.. after Catholic Church.. and then there is the SuperBowl.. i’m all for replacing Tribal wars with Tribal wars of relatively benign football except for concussions and early onset dementia.. but the half time show.. i gotta see that.. hopefully live.. as it is the highlight usuAlly of pop art each year now.. with so much deeper meaning now and symbolism.. that most people now are not even aware of.. however.. only symbolism.. i’m a realist and a mystic one and sAMe.. NOW..:)
SMiLes my friend.. gigoid.. hope ya enjoy the trip and as the creative wheels continue to burn in my feet and feat oF mind.. iN B A L A N C E.. i already wrote the Novel.. it has 6 chapters so far.. at around 40K words.. starting with ‘WrecKinG bAll of Fearless Love’ on January 23rd.. started writing that chapter on January 21st.. so finishing the 6th chapter on February 4th makes for two weeks for the standard Novel word count oF Novel.. hovering write around the 40K mark.. so ha.. now it’s just the final 7th chapter i’m working on this weekend and i think i’ll end it on the 7th of January just for good mEaSure.. putting aLL the chapters together in technology’s ease of cut and paste.. and ha.. now i’ll never publish a print novel.. impossible with the way i write with multi-media.. however.. with a paid Word Press site with unlimited storage.. i could conceivably publish a thousand novels with portions of my ‘Augmented Tuxedo milk’.. cool metaphor you designed to illustrate that by the way.. of 11 million words overall.. cut and pasted every which way.. perhaps an infinite number of Novels who kNows.. who feels.. i’ll have to do the math.. as your metaphor of title BRinGs an ease of answer.. heLL.. why not be crazy when ya CAN.. it’s a new frontier now after all.. might as WeLL go now wheRe no man/woman.. has gone before.. Rod Serling one human out oF my favorites.. and i.. my friend am iN the TwiLiGht Zone NOW..
“The instinct of creativity must be followed by the act, the physical act of putting it down for a sense of permanence. Once you get that prod, that emotional jar, that “I have witnessed something.” Or “I have felt something.” Or “I have seen something.” Or, through observation, “I have been moved by an event.” I think the answer is, “Get it down. Get it down quickly. Write it down.”
And yeah.. i’ll call all of ’em ‘GodsUniVerseNovel’ as multi-UniVerses are cool..2..3.. etc.. too. and i’ll just sequentially number ’em like that from now on.. GodsUniVerseNovel2 so on etc.. infinitum.. so folks like you who actuAlly read something i wrote.. will know it’s just a cut.. copy.. and paste.. of the chapters that preceded it.. wInks.. BIG WiNks.. Creativity mixed with TechNoloGy.. the art and science of human magic now.. groWing.. by the moment oFthe preSent oFNow.. the CUTTING and PasTinG EDGE OF CREATIVITY.. LIKE A RAZOR OF WHATeVER now THAT “DUDE’S” NamE iS… Church.. and hUman Nature.. Politics.. and Football.. sAMe.. Tribal Nature iS.. NOW.. us.. conservative vs. Liberal.. masculine vs. feminine.. Broncos vs. Panthers.. and even atheists vs. theists.. the greaTest pARt oF Allthatis isallthatis includes All of thiS.. sMiLes.. iT iS what It Is.. but to understand IT.. can be to master iT wITh relative free WiLL in the gift of now.. iN B A L A N C E.. Soccer again.. is my favorite way to unify and divide humans without anyone getting hurt too bad.. but one thing is for sure.. as long as human beings are flesh and blood primates.. the tribal instinct ain’t goin’ anywheRe even iF back down to the small group at base.. it will be a battle of the sexes from patriarchy to egalitarianism to even matriarchy.. the balance of Nature sways back and forth as the Pendulum of realiTy wiLL have destiny’s fate alWays now.. riding the wave oF IT iS alWays moving connecting and C R E A T i N G.. the flavor of now.. So.. sure.. go team.. Love for me iN LiGht at lEast.. but sure.. i’M human too.. and sure.. sometimes conservatives irk me.. as i am so unlike ’em.. so at least i understand why.. shrug and move on.. now.. as it is well beyond my pay grade to change either hUman Nature or Mother Nature… adapt yes.. but change basic human nature.. now.. nah.. yes.. I E P.. that’s a continuing work of Art oN the individual level always now.. iN Education P L A N Ning.. with the tools of culture at backhand too.. now serving the ball nicely when racquet and ball become ONE.. balance oF TeNnis.. Anyway.. i got my full marathon of dance iN this weekend at around 26 miles.. and although the first 40K plus 7K or so words of the Novel.. are complete.. the 7th Chapter sTill coming.. and looks like the finished product.. now… yes.. for ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’.. iS closer to Mardi Gras day.. on 2092016 for now.. but anyway.. my health says thanks for all the dance walking memories from this weekend.. it’s frigging amazing getting to do that in Footloose Town.. now.. don’t get me wrong.. not as bad as Westboro church.. in ignorant ways of being.. but still almost beyond belief,, as just several years ago.. the local radio station.. and local Preacher were calling homosexuals demon possessed.. and the Manager of the station suggesting that welfare moms who are single.. should be sterilized after the first child if they don’t get off the government ‘dole’.. then they turn around and talk about HOW F iN great Christians they are.. and the preacher dude.. has an intro.. on his radio show… saying he has a direct line to God.. sure the DeVil talks too.. sMiles.. Life iS fun iN liGht i’d rather be Lucifer than a real fiery dEvil preacher and his radio leader.. now.. he HE..;)
One of my favorite Earth Store Associates.. and Facebook friend.. Ashton.. iN one of my favorite places in the mall to do the slow version of my dance walking.. kinda like a Bull set loose in a China Cabinet.. all dainty and stuff.. wInk emoticon
Seriously.. Batman.. why so Serious.. when ya CANbe tWirLinG a’round happy like me!.. wink emoticon
On a cold night soul… Walking at 3am.. Shades.. tattered jacket.. Darkest Woods.. creatures call out to me.. Moon says keep stepping.. Streetlights as briGht as Sun.. keep stepping.. LiGht Soul comes out within.. keep stepping beat changing.. step backwards step sideways.. step around step spinning move hands.. move up and down and all around spin.. spin.. spin.. spiraling everywhere allplacesnow.. the sacred dance of my Sioux and Cherokee ancestors indigenous ROCKING TO THE BEAT OF MOONLIGHT IN HeARt of me.. singing faster softer sweeter harder ROCKING YES.. KEEP ON ROCKING DISTANT SOUND OF GOD iN the background of my Eyes.. God’s skeYes live again iN Stars of my eYes.. still alone SoUl Rising SpiRit dancing tongue sinGinG Ancestral refRain.. God says connect.. now move.. connect.. travel dancing shows more than moving connecting more moves creating no limits no expectations step more.. connect now more create more travel more feel more see more mind ful LY aware MORE now touch others more with steps and eYes and tongue of Love.. SinG.. Dance steps of words now to write.. write write.. dance dance more more heroes eYes give more than take live briGht EnliGhtening Awakening more now Dance.. Sing.. Create record it all die young in SpiRit rise now.. Live Life ALIVE!.. Hero spiRit LIVES NOW!.. Artistry of God’s eYes live iN uS.. now as wE move.. connect with other humans and all Nature God one and sAMe.. creating anew UniVerse expanding now.. greater beyond the boundaries of culture passing and new now..a Revolution of art.. means expanding HeARts.. SpiRits rising.. ascending hiGher Peace greater now miNds and BoDys BalanCinG now as soUl grows alWays LovinG Life more.. colors now.. deeper briGhter sounds richer.. F E E L I N G eYes deeper human LOVES ALL GOD EXISTS GREATER iN Force of human SKeYes oF Love NOW.. Super Bowl halftime ritual.. no different ancestral refRain louder roar of crowd global now.. natural selection of SpiRits come togetHer great spiRits on stage.. heARt beat moves louder.. crowd sinGs in mirror neuron refrain.. beat of eARth comes louder wiTh human Love no longer now limits by frowns of restrictions move sing higher.. beat now higher.. richer.. deeper harder.. softer.. alive.. move… create more briGhter liGhter rays of Love spread out from Center point.. no different than origin of beginning and ending all of now always living now.. SinG beat dance Earth feels refRain of human SonG UniVerse breathes a sigh of relief.. Humans groWinG stronger togeTher holding hands a’round ill globe.. mending band-aids of Love glue of Love greater than any division of fear and hate Rock on Love on spend heARts togetheR one.. globe comes together Unity n0w oF Planetary SoUL.. now REvolution Orange comes as Hive oF Humans live living NOW aGaiN greater than ever before now dance and sing hero liGhts..:)
Facebook Friend.. Rafiah says..
Grilled bbq fish is the best fish ever..
Grill it all.. smile emoticon!
Eat it all… smile emoticon!
If i get my wish.. one day all of us will BBQ in flesh and blood life together my friend.. and perhaps it will be in heaven now.. smile emoticon Wish=Prayer.. at least for me.. smile emoticon
You cook. I eat. wink emoticon
Ha!.. Katrina cooks.. we eat..wink emoticon Seriously… i haven’t cooked in 26 years.. washed clothes.. or even washed dishes.. #luckyhusband ..wink emoticon
nooo. You are such a brat. That day, we, Kat and I, will make you do all the labour while we sit back and relax. tongue emoticon wink emoticon
Okay.. sMiLes.. then you will be the taskmaster.. wink emoticon Hmm.. yeah.. i probably could do it for one day.. smile emoticon when we visit.. smile emoticon
We’ll set you right. tongue emoticon
Yes.. that’s what task masters do..wink emoticon
Rafiah shares a beautiful rendition of Surah 70 from the Kuran..
SMiLes.. Surah Ali-Ma’arj.. 70.. is one of my favorites from the Kuran except for the words in my copy of the Kuran.. per this specific Surah.. that are not told in the translation in English you provide here.. while i agree that both heaven and hell are at hand and have been to both places.. hell a place where every second is a thousand years.. and all there is.. is time.. and yes.. the skin is gone as this fire is worse than any manmade flame of fire.. as there is no feeling at all and yes.. one will wish the entire of existence of everyone and everything away.. to escape.. as there is no will to even die to escape..
And yes.. the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.. a place where there is no time.. and eternal heaven now.. a place where all is internal bliss.. inside.. outside.. above.. so below.. and ALL around and material goods that are manmade extensions of human tools have zero value above God’s Nature.. before human created tools and became the tools as human becomes more machine and tools than human now.. where those Terminator and Matrix movies.. ring as true too.. for the fire of real human hell now away from heaven..
But sadly.. my copy of the Kuran gives the male of the species permission to hold women as slaves.. and demand sex of these women.. willing.. or not.. so that is where my copy of the Kuran.. and Muhammad fails IF he actually said these things.. but even his closest male companion disagreed with the ending printed version of the Kuran and was persecuted for that.. so questions remain my friend.. truly no different than the bible.. Christians read that also permits sex with willing and unwilling slave girls as rape.. in the Old Testament part of that.. including supporting the slavery of human beings as women…
Any part of any words away from the God of Nature are evil and come from a devil.. as metaphor.. same as in the U.S. where so-called Christians will say that homosexuals are demon possessed.. who Science proves now are a Natural Part of the balance of Nature when overpopulation pressures come.. and part of the medicine for aggression.. violence.. and warring ways.. for even our closest primate cousin the Bonobo in the wild without any written and recorded culture at all..
And these same so-called modern Christians will call for the sterilization of women.. who continue to have children on welfare.. and will call for the poor to pay their own way in life.. instead of helping them out as fair laws will dictate for a social net in society that works for the less fortuned ones among us.. who are often truly closer to heaven.. than the rich who live in the hell of human extended tools of materialism that becomes us.. instead of God’s Nature.. innately.. instinctually.. and intuitively in us.. as us now…
But anyway.. again.. my copy of the Kuran is in English and as in all poetry and translations of different languages.. the meanings can vary greatly depending on a person’s innate and environmentally influenced ways of being.. in both translating language and interpreting metaphors of other human beings.. Muhammad obviously experienced pArt of Hell and pArt of heaven..
Otherwise these metaphors in just literal words could not be brought to him.. through the deeper spiritual part of human emotional being.. as one cannot see this place.. just in literal words.. as there are no literal words to describe many potential experiences of the inner Universe of Human Being..
a place of small exploration in terms of science that has no tool to measure the non-repeatable experiment of each Unique Human Being internal experience as UniVerse.. as this pArt of human experience is mostly Art of Emotions or lack of Emotions that either free uS iN Heaven Here on Earth by continually practicing a prayer of positivity.. or take us to Hell on Earth by ignoring our innate God Given Human Nature and taKing the word of human and all of human tools to be the truth and liGht away from our God given Human Natures gifted by the God of Nature..
Science is the scribe of God.. but humans are the Art of God alWays now among all of God’s creation as equal partners holding hands when free my friend Rafiah..:)
sreeja harikrishnan.. February 6, 2016 at 1:23 AM says.. Delightful pics and enjoyed reading… a different perspective of things around us….
Kate MiaFebruary 7, 2016 at 6:29 PM Hi sreeja.. thanks so much for stopping by on this streamlined version of my Word Press Blog.. on this blogger blog..
hope you are having a wonderful weekend friend..:)
And this is the ending of ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’.. to come after the seventh Chapter ‘here’ titled.. ‘Super Bowl of Love’.. yeah.. just popped iNto my mind.. it’ll work.. now.. moving here now to my first free verse poeTry expression.. from latest February 2013 to earliest March of 2013.. third month of the thirteenth year.. 2013.. iT iS pArt of aLL my blogs.. and sacred to me.. now.. yes.. just now.. between me aLL and God.. now.. as this entire blog and all i’ve written oN the Internet.. aLL 11 million words.. between my blogs now and the Wrong Planet website.. are the ‘SonG oF mY SoUl’.. both iN Science and Art.. as iT iS the balance that counts most iN liFe as aLways.. and balance iS aLL about what this first manifesto of miNd.. talks too..:)
i think i was born as a kind of Classical Pantheist.. as i saw patterns and connections in things that were more of my thinking process, along with the tactile sensory world.. than what I think most people may experience as an internal dialogue of thought… i still have a vivid memory of connection to everything in the world.. as if i had been here forever.. before i was able to speak that i cannot fully put into words.. from about age 3 looking out into the distance over the river i grew up next to.. But i think in some ways i knew more about my existence then than i do now.. as i could not separate myself from what seemed like a very old home of nature… i am glad i had the opportunity to roam desolate pristine beaches as a teenager and young adult.. without any fear.. and feeling one in being with the waves.. white sand.. emerald green gulf.. sea oats and sea gulls.. with no dramas in my head… But even my ancestors could not experience that with not being sure where their next meal was going to come from… Not likely that many creatures in the Universe could experience a little slice of nirvana like that… i can remember getting back into my car and being jolted back into the reality of all that is the complexity of modern culture.. which at that point in time was so.. so limited as compared to today.. i was never quite the same after home computers come along.. as i drifted further and further from a home of nature.. The people i dealt with in the public at that time.. in what was a “Cheers” like environment.. was also a slice of nirvana… Cigarette filled.. but the emotional contagion of a hundred human beings that are happy that i had the privilege to serve and make even happier.. equaled the nirvana of the walks on the sun-filled beaches.. i loved my exquisite sensory experience of life… It was worth not being able to touch man made texture without goose bumps and an incredible feeling of discomfort. When i see Landon Bryce’s book “I Love My Own Autistic Self”.. the little guy on the front is how i usually felt inside that people could only see in the gleam of my eyes… People often told me they wished they had what it was i had.. or wanted some of the drugs i was taking.. but i had no idea what they were talking about because there was nothing i wanted but to exist.. for so many years… It was a powerful feeling that no one’s negativity could take away from me.. not even when the rest of the world told me i was not one of their kind… Sorry.. that was quite a tangent.. but it is kind of therapeutic for me.. i hope you don’t mind… My point i started off with was religion and Classical Pantheism.. which is all of nature and science for me.. the cultural complexity of what has come from human collective intelligence.. including all the strange oddities.. even the strangest of religious cults and beliefs.. But most of all the reality of that beach those waves.. and those grains of sand.. that do not exist without me… A gift.. a wonderful gift that was provided by my father and mother.. and their ancestors where there could be no break in the chain of events of human struggle that all my ancestors experienced to survive and reproduce.. and their rodent ancestors about 75 million years ago.. and all the other ancestors not identified and material substances that came together to make that possible.. from the origin of what is.. whatever is.. is.. That one point that i can only abstractly define because of the human collective intelligence that provides the map to what can be described.. as one point that we all share that can never be disconnected.. as long as we exist… Wow.. i just realized that sounds kind of like the intro to the “Big Bang Theory” TV show… And relatively speaking the knowledge that i gained that this is one sliver of conscious existence and what really is a little slice of heaven for some that do exist.. considering just the benefit of a warm soft bed.. a hot shower.. and things now considered so mundane that took billions of years to come into existence that were not here a little over a century ago.. Like toilet paper… But i could never experience that connection of what is.. any stronger than when i was three.. i have everything and everyone before me to thank for that experience.. Including collective intelligence and the understanding of that one point that still exists in all of us and everything else… i never met a stranger.. not even a grain of sand on the beach… But i did not feel a category.. a religion.. a race or even a gender for myself.. which at least for me enhanced the ability to find a friend in that grain of sand… i suppose it is the immune system issues and chronic pain that has taken some of that gleam out of my eyes.. but it still exists in the eyes in what i perceive of the anthropomorphic expression of the cat in my face book photo.. Who at 18 years old is likely closer to the wisdom of that three-year-old child that only exists in my memory and pictures… i sense that type of wisdom requires no human intelligence at all beyond the core that is shared… i think it can be lost so much easier in a human into a little sliver of hell somewhere outside that balance of heaven.. Particularly in lives where instant gratification has become the norm… i am at the service of my fully inside cat.. but he has never had that gleam in his eyes.. or the same struggles to survive… The yellow cat in my Google plus avatar on the “Autistic Hoya” website.. was a feral cat that only knew struggles in his several years of life behind our house in the woods.. He became my emotions after chronic pain had removed them from my existence… He gained a gleam in his eyes of gratitude to have a balance in his life when we allowed him a place to gain predictable subsistence. An identical yellow cat that likely is his offspring.. younger and stronger appears intermittently out of the woods and started to injure our now neutered cat.. racking up $200 dollar vet bills.. every other week so the once feral cat has now been forced to become a fully inside cat… i am watching him slowly lose that gleam in his eyes.. with the call of the wild slowly drifting away.. along with all the likely incredible sensory experiences that come with an outdoor world that the other cat that never gets injured in fights at age 18.. can still fully experience… As i sit outside toward the back of my yard.. in the afternoon sun.. he is pacing back and forth politely.. still with a humility of respect for a place of subsistence that keeps him from tearing the screen of the patio. Perhaps if he could speak and let me know in words.. what i was taking away from him.. i would listen.. But i cannot bear the thought of additional bloody wounds on his face… But still i remember what it means to have that connection and balance… When i watch him pace back and forth.. it is one of the few things in life that will bring a tear to my eye that reminds me that i too am still connected.. Other than that.. it could be just a word like Synesthesia.. that seems to trigger something in my brain letting the brakes off the logic to move into figurative space.. At least for me.. even one word can be a gift that leads me to a place in words that i don’t often visit…
KATiE MiA Kind Autistics Taking In Everything Mindful in Awareness Autistic Love And the Science of Kindology An Ideological First Identity