whereas.. my ‘last blog post’ only on Word Press iS EPIC.. as it melts the capaCity of Google Blogger Blogs that are usuAlly much faster to open than Word Press.. But beyond that ‘this post’ is part of the dArk Fire that inspired an entire journey of responding to all links and all prompts on the dVerse website over the course of an entire year in poetic micro to macro expression response then as well.. as well as direct named interaction with poets on the journey in real time then.. so yes.. perHaps the first reaLITy sHow Super Epic Poem in Three Hundred Thirty-Eight Thousand Six-Hundred and Thirty words with 300.. or so photos.. from perhaps the most beautiful beaches from my Katman Beach..
and Cyberian Tiger Beach Blog posts.. respectively from Pensacola And Navarre Beach.. most all of which are suitable for framing as a frigGinG giVe aWay.. so yes i credIT the folks at dVerse who put out a prompt that was supposed to have the specific words “I am From”.. where i wrote “i am One” as metaphor that i am both from and One with God as well as a place of overcoming bullying.. and they could not F iN understand what something like that means as apparently they see God as something separate from them and Nature.. example given.. the man Jesus.. in a frigging literal supernatural way.. if that makes sense and no it does not so tHeRe.. why “i am ONE”.. works even better than “i am from” in this way of providing a clear message for those folks like Jesus said.. who see and hear it.. and so they deleted my Blog post without even waiting on me to stick the word “from” in as i even did to appease tHeir nit picky poetry form.. and instead of getting angry.. i got inspiRed and ended up doing even more.. as truly theiR real complaint was the FaCT THAT I DO ePiC POETRY ALL MODERN TECHNOLOGY WAY AND iT WAS NOT INCLUDeD iN THEiR CUP OF LIpTON GOD.. MY GOD HAS NO LABeL.. MY GOD iS ALL AND FREE AND GOD LiVES iN AND AS ME FREE AND i and God only liVe now so we are ONeNOW so free.. so F in Epic.. and not afraid to BoldLY Go as God wheRe no pARt of God here has gONe before as Art of NoW.. at least oN EartH iN Epic way.. so this WiLL be the opening oF mY Epic but much easier to open up bLoG posT titLED “BEfore and After Novel PartY”.. a Celebration of Going wHeRe no poET has gONE before on the fAce oF thE eARTh noW.. and like my wife sAid.. no body wants to go tHere but you.. wELL thE fACt iS.. iT IS A refLecTion oF mY heARt.. mY SpiRit eXpreSsinG aLL the emoTioNs noW and seNses oF mY bEinG iN mInD and BoDy BaLanCinG soUl iN whaT iS termED very loosely and FReED as Free Verse Free Writing.. Stream.. of Conscious poeTry that has the tiGhTest most meaning impact oF brevity iN poetry aS small little piEces and a tapEStry oF aLL of a year’s eXperience of JuSt Doing iT thAT iS a reflecTion oF an epiC miNd and BoDy BalanCinG exPerience Of a perSon literaLLy liVing iN HEaven oN Earth.. noW.. so iN otHeR words iF a Real EarTH Angel could sPeak hE or sHe would liKelY speaK somEthing siMilar anD as EpiC as GodsUniVerseNovel3 aLL FReED iN HaPPy UNcoNdiTionaL Fearless Loving waY expLoRinG aLL oF tHe pleaSurAble pArts iN liGht OF God liVinG iN uS wITh a feW oF thE dArk pArts iN Heaven as yeS.. thAT little or BiG doT oF YinG and YanG dArk iS alWays aT least a sMaLL pARt oF thE experience oF wE HUmans liVing wITh tHe God of NatUre dArk and liGht iN SonG and DanCe oF wE.. heARt.. SpiRit and creATinG miNd and BoDY BalanCing soUl noW iN Epic God WAY!..:) So yes..!..:)! noW i..:)! reVerBeRaTe! i WiLL I BE!..:)..!..:) no.. my friEnd(s) i did noT write like normal human bEinGs.. 338,630 words in one F iN Novel.. i wrote an entirely new way of sPeaKinG iN LaYman’s terms.. and yoU WiLL gET thE iroNy of that if you kNow mY real last nAMe as an epic keeper of the land in feudal gerMAN meaNinG waYs.. imaGiNe no heaVen anywHere else but heRe.. it’s not hard to do iF yA live inside.. outside.. above so below.. and aLL arOUnd liKe wE mE And God do kNow aNd FeeLnOW.. hehe.. and haha.. someone anonymous.. of course.. with no face tOld mE to quit typing ‘retarded’ and ‘kill myself’.. sorry baby.. i’ve only jUst beGun to liVe noWiN EpiC wAy aS alWays noW.. but no.. i just ignorED him/HER as for some duSt.. the dArk Force iS where ‘they’ choose to stay and yes that iS pARt oF God too.. the uNhappy pArt iN hUman form that only seeks the dArk in discontent.. doubt.. and hate as both fearing the dArk.. and cynical oF the LiGht.. many journeys.. many patHs.. but noW trUly the poTenTial of never ending liGht wiTh only tiny sPecks of dArk heRe and tHere as only duSt iN the WinD that falls that falls so lost.. so lost iNhELL of Now.. so sad so sad.. beyond even words oF Y i… but on a positive note!.. yes..!! tHeRe iS tHeR otHeR plaCeNoW..!!..:)! And i will be providing the first 8928 words and nine photos in this next blog post that will be now titled.. “BeforE and after Blog pARTy” at the end of the post before my fun dancing photos come iN dance celebration of the the new Epic FuLL Novel titLED “GodsUniVerse Novel3” per this lInk..
aLong with the first and only American Indian 6 hours of flute music in YouTube way and the first 9 gorgeous Seagulls and Beach photos flYinG Free.. as yes.. this WiLL be much easier to open.. and a small cLip of what i do in the Novel.. as yes.. per full perspective.. the entire Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel is 38 times larger than 8928 words.. Go wHere no pARt of God Goes before here on EARtH.. after aLL isAid and dOneNoW thAT my friends iS N0W what the reported man Jesus then sAid and Do iS possible for other hUmans wHo juSt do iT wITh tHe Help Of God oF ALLnOW.. oh yeah.. and for the record.. of lINks here are the linKs to the first two Novels per GodsUniVerseNovel..
i ain’t doin’ this for money.. but a ‘little’ birDiE and or sEaGuLL mE tales Me to promote aLL tHree lInks plus ‘this one’ at the bottom of all my posts as KinGdoM coMes NoW aS ReaLiTy.. ObtW.. thE ‘Long Poem Form’ is nothing new.. and to date before i came along the longest one was/is.. “Mahabharata” at 1.8 million words.. well in fAct.. now.. at 662 lonG chapters.. the epic poem KATiE MiA FredericK!iI now at 662 chapters.. including this coming one on Word Press noW is almost twice as long at over 3 million wordS now.. written in a style that has NEVER EVER BEEN DoNE BeFORe.. why ’cause i CAN wITh the help oF God.. end and beginning oF EpicNoW..:)
And here’s the lInk to the longest poem in recorded human history once again.. nOW.. “SonG oF mY SoUl”.. and trUly bY N0W thAt shOuLd bE heIR apParent.. to those who ‘see’ and ‘hEar’.. FeeL and KNoW.. ALLthATiS.. wHeRE PeNiSaMiGHtYsWORD.. and thaT’S aLL i for ONE coMe to bRinG.. wITh steps oF Dance oN course.. as without dance.. words are DEAD.. aLiVe mY FinGers.. feEt.. iN fEAT oF steps and words.. aS i WiTh GODonE noW KinGdoM CoMe.. And yes.. i have hope.. faith.. and belief that technology wiLL finAlly catch up with mE..yes.. perhaps before i die.. the sooner the better certainly to give and share aLL of i as and wITh God and y O U miGht ask wHy i have thiS hope.. this faith.. tHis beLief.. iN hUMaN poTenTial WeLL thAT iS simple YOU are the greAtest poTenTial of God expreSsinG as God’s eYes and ears.. FeeLinG SeNsinG and kNoWinGnoWoN planEt eARTh noW.. i oNly have five words for you.. noW.. ‘USE It OR LOSE iT’.. in other words just F iN DO iT like Nike says too.. anyone and everyone iS eMploYeD bY GoD WHeThEr theY reaLiZe iT iN aWaKeNinG aNd EnliGhteNinG waYs Or noT iN N0W.. so aLL i have is FriEnds.. dArk and liGht oF aLLnOW.. ThiEf iN thE niGht arT wEnoW..:)
WeLL.. mY friend gigoid.. to the advantage of resting those feet that did the dance of 30 or so miles over the weekend at beaches.. boardwalks.. malls.. and all places ‘tween.. i staRted on my first annual rehash oF aLL the micro-poetic expressions i’ve been making at the dVerse online poet’s pub.. for an entire year.. April 2015.. through March of 2016.. and at ‘this point i’ve perused 4 months of blog posts.. several hundred thousand words.. with 62K or so.. in the developing Novel as is now.. about a third of the way through.. so.. 200K words or so iN total poetic expressions could come close to make the Blog Novel.. iN Free Verse fashion.. titLed.. GodsUniverseNovel3.. iN what iT wiLL come to be as i reflect on the ongoing process of developing it here today.. so yes.. well over a million words or so.. to peruse.. before this thing is done.. but haha.. meanwhile.. the feet are propped up and resting nicely.. while steam boils off my brain.. i rather do the poetry than Bring the overall organization required to keep track of where i’ve been and wHere i’m going.. but hey.. as they say.. a balance.. and the mechanical cognition mind is kind of a necessary old friEnd.. iN a dArk way to make the liGht seem briGhter later.. yes.. oh.. so fresh.. in moving.. connecting creating way.. so.. off to see your next post now.. as i gather seed and floWers to make the next blog post after the epic one coming soon.. hope you are resting great as well.. my friend.. and i will certainly make another milestone heRe noW for what i am trying to do.. to test overall human potential as a guinea pig of sorts.. to leave some guidelines.. hopefully.. for some folks to go wHeRe they have never gone before too.. as thErE iS no sky thaT iS a limit wHere i for one liVeNow..:)
“If a cat spoke, it would say things like “Hey, I don’t see a problem here.” — Smart Bee”
At the bottom of my many illnesses.. in perhaps the coldest month of my life.. 2008.. our cat Arthur.. a brown tabby.. then 15 LBS of power.. just 14 years old.. young.. alWays strived to enter the home.. but no go.. as cat hair meant closed air ways for me then.. but it didn’t matter as i had become so weak that my calves of legs withered away and Arthur the Noble Wild one passed right through my shins for a warm day in shelter way.. and since i was already long past ready to die.. i said fuck it.. and gave in to him.. but the strangest thing happened.. i did not sneeze.. and perhaps it was more ’cause i was already at the lowest point and no longer cared enough to sneeze.. hehe.. but anyWay.. perhaps that cat actuAlly strengthened my immune system.. or better yet worked it away from destroying my own body in auto immune system disease way.. i will always have a cat and F iT i’ll bE oNE too..! Da miT as they don’t need a book to survive! and they don’t need any fucks..! they just do it.. and move on.. but anyway.. when i try to explain to the dudes at the gym.. that my gorilla sounds are just me unleashing.. releasing.. mY inner beast as i cannot make those kind of LOUD decibels bY the animal with the ‘alpha’ head in the general public.. iN fAct.. i tale them i am mild mannered.. more easy to believe when i do the ballet act in moving grace.. and then i ask them.. have you ever seen a Lion walk or measured the size of their testicles.. weLL yes.. they walk very gracefully like a ballerina with a heavy chest too.. and let’s just say the weaker parts are easier to rip off in a fight with claws and sharp canines for sure.. Adapt to challenge.. change.. or perish.. the laws of the Jungle do remain for those who are smARt enough to remember the Art noW oF the animal kingdom within.. oH.. the sanitary napkin of culture you do take.. Wild and Free.. Grace and Strength.. Compassion.. Sharing Giving.. Moving.. Connecting.. and Creating Away.. oh.. to forget you is bliss.. oh.. to live is to remember and JUST DO iT noW OG! yeS! to bE WiLd aNd Free aGaiN.. BEast i was.. BEaSt i am.. Beast i WilL bE iN hAIR oF Y i..:)
Katrina.. decided ‘today’.. if i could do “women’s work” of writing a one to two hundred thousand word F iN EpiC Free Verse Novel.. she could dam sure do my other job that WiNks.. only she and the gardener do now.. yes.. barefoot and armED wiTh pressUre washer..wink emoticon
i seriously never F iN reaLizED.. i have green eYes.. until the selfies came along.. and in some photos blue.. some green.. and science says only green eyes change colors.. so the stARt/ final eye color verdict is green.. and my DL is a lying card for that piece of trivia today.. and that reminds me.. my mother.. an actual published print poet.. unlike me.. who is just hanging around the E-World spHere.. wrote a poem about my Father named “Green Eyes”.. about how she working for the County judge.. spotted his bearded beverage agent style for yes.. the ATF way of catching moonshiners and all that ‘deliverance’ kinda stuff back then in the backwoods of the Northern parts of Florida Counties then.. anyway.. she was attracted by his looks to reader’s digest her poem.. but he didn’t say a dam thing.. after the marriage until i’m gonna divorce ya now @3yrs… ’cause ya wanna stay home and raise those kids instead of making the big bucks.. like my other relatives are doing now.. hmm.. i got the good part.. from my mother.. in a way oF Love then bride to be of A Devil in blue jean law enforcement clothes.. yes.. the Love pArt and the green eyes too.. mesmerizing the most beautiful woman2now.. in the world now too at 46.. and no.. not much talking for me in 23 years of marriage.. but now.. haha.. shut uP! Fred! is what i hear most.. if ya can imagine that.. hehe.. when the Devil’s spawn finAlly lEarns to speak.. as metaphor only please.. as you do know that the really feminine women.. are most always attracted to the most masculine man around.. often named as bad boy Devils IF THeY are not taking birth control.. as that makes women seek the beta males according to modern science.. and that my friends.. is why we have so many battles of the sexes going on now.. at least in part.. as opposites are no longer attracting as much.. and the balance of human nature and culture is changing.. all around us.. as the Aeon of the me generation comes to forefront over strong armed patriarchy.. and even the Matriarchal leaning ways of distant 10K to 12K so-called primitive cultures.. and some that still exist in Rain forests and other areas today.. A Me generation.. is one who even loses interest in reproducing as as is already evidenced in Japan.. along with the cosmetics revolution.. in South Korea.. for young males.. and metro-sexual ways of being.. wHere gender lines are blurred heRe.. as well.. but here’s the thing.. iT’s juSt NatUre and CultUre hOlding hands as God wiLL do free.. to reduce the insanely over populating killing machine out of balance with the rest of Nature.. to get the job of Balance better done iN the fUtUre.. when aLL iS sAid and dONE.. iT miGht bE a tough road to go.. for we humans but Nature WILL HAVE THE FINAL SAY SO PER GOD AS SamE oF wherE we go as a species next in the Aeon of the child.. the me generation.. arriving now.. ironicAlly enough.. to save the F iN Balance of Nature.. in lesser reproductive way.. tRuSt mE.. if i had gained my inner beast when much younger.. more than likely there would be few words.. and chances are i would be supporting a family like my father did from far away.. as what comes in the genes stays in the human when set free.. away from the chains of culture.. but i for one am just fine with how iT aLL tURNed ouT.. iN fAct i aAm so dam happy mY father left.. as i am not stuck in a polarized view of what iT F iN means to be hUman.. Living can be much more than just reproducing.. iT can be iNcreating other stuff that will give more than take away from limited resources of human and other liFeNoW..:)
SMiLes.. my friend.. Candice.. oh.. the Neurodiveristy of humanity.. a term i might ADD.. or ADHD.. created in the online Autism Communities.. WitH an extreme propensity for numbers.. but without a social cue to say what to feel next from grade school to college to work and on until my 40’s.. yes.. adversity comes for those who are different.. particularly when they are so odd and there is no label for it.. other than STRANGE.. with danger for getting institution AliZed before adulthood for simply being S T R A N G E.. or NOW the ones who moved from Asperger’s to So-Called Higher Functioning Autism.. but not really fitting my Autism still.. in terms of United States diagnosis away from Gillberg criteria.. as i did not speak until age 4.. then.. and often sat iN an office in my 40’s at work wondering if i would know what to say at all in a conversation as i rose through the ranks from three college degrees at the top of the class.. no expressive writing skills or coherent paragraph speaking skills.. until decades later.. after passing out shoes at a Bowling Center.. ruling Computers.. Supervising and Managing.. Administrating in paint by numbers micro SYSTEM IZING manage way.. additionally.. the last kid picked on sports teams in grade school.. eventually becomes the overall strongest dude in an elite military gym at age 55.. the boy the other boys called the F word and Queer.. marries perhaps the eventual most beautiful 46 year woman in the world.. and the one who folks made fun of in expressing themselves as the quiet one with no words is finishing up close to a 200K word all free verse poetry Novel.. in the next day or so.. but you kNow who i Love most.. all the folks who told me i did not deserve to exist for my ‘short’ comings.. the one’s who said you have bird legs.. your hair is so full and your lips or so full you should have been a girl.. even in my Frigging 40’s.. albeit less hair on the crown of my head then.. hehe.. anyway.. my friend i too wear the crown CROSS of adversity.. but here’s the thing.. i took the blows and chose victory over vengeance.. refuSinG to become a bully myself and never let Love die even when it did after all the stress took it away.. SO survive and never look back.. a new now will come… hold your head high.. and dance the game of life.. oh yeah and they told me you don’t even know how to walk.. now named a dance legend by the theys of then.. the human condition is one of miracle for those who continue to expand on HUMAN POTENTial.. and that my friend is the SonG oF mY SoUL WHAT I CAN DO NOT WHAT I CANNOT DO.. theRe is no sky of limits when imagination and creativity come on board in awakening and enlightening way.. liFe is more than a numbers game.. of likes.. followers and shares.. and sadly the systemizing ways of the Zombie Apocalypse is creating a world of left brain only thinkers.. Art is the answer to a fuller life my friend.. so continue the inspiration as Art WiLL be the savior of humankind and the rest of liFe on this planET overALL.. mArk mY Neuroextraterrestrialdiversity WORlD..;)
“in the attic lights voices scream nothin’ seen real’s the dream leaving the things that are real behind leaving the things that you love from mind all of the things that you learned from fears nothin’ is left for the years [repeat chorus] toys, toys, toys in the attic”
THeRe are two ways of liFe iN bEinG.. one relative will that we mosT aLL share and can continue to perfect as practice over the course of liFe from A to B alWays A for ALiVenoW.. Positive thoughts.. feelings.. senses.. as that relates to all receptors in all cells of human body as mind and body interrelate and become oNe force of positive neurochemical and neurohormonal iON energy.. no less tRuLy than metaphor oF Sun shining above as below as US.. or the other way oF heLL.. negative thoughts.. feelings.. and senses.. so how to regulate.. for emotions.. integrate.. for senses.. WeLL trUly iT is not rocket science iT iS noW to Now a practice of MoVinG the hUman body as Art to reinforce regulaTion of emoTions and inteGraTion of seNses.. connecTinG wiTh others to increase neuroHormone connections oF social bonding as oxytocin touch.. and Serotonin Trust.. iN neurochemical way.. and the Dopamine pleaSuRe iNherent iN lEArning and or creating something new.. sadly though.. wE live in a world of pre-planned input output data garbage of remembering step by step word by word memories of what is spoon-fed to us to fit the COGs of a society that has grown from tools of comfort for survival to instant gratification sources that take away the adversity.. challenge.. and adaptation to do MORE MORE MORE than THE CAVE PAINTINGS OF PAINT BY NUMBER PAST.. ‘THEY’ CALL IT Neuroplasticity for groWinG new connections in the wiring of the bRain.. and Epigenetics for unpacking dormant DNA and becoming strong and smart as our ancestor apes.. when facing environmental challenge.. in successful adaptation and change.. but that’s not all as all cells of the body have receptors for correct pleaSure that says now you are doing things in A positive way.. or discontent of negative discomfort feeling.. sensing ways.. with or without thoughts as associations for feelings to guide us on the way to liGht away from dARk.. theRe iS rhYme and reaSon to ARt.. oF uS.. and a science Of LiVinG pleaSure iN Balance that WiLL work when tailoRed In each iNdividuAL preference oF liFe.. however.. withOut the practice.. the worK oF EnHanCinG reLative free WiLL.. in ACTUaL ACTiON OF MOVING.. CONNECTING.. AND CREATING OFF OF F iN 2 dimensional dopamine enhancing light box screens of screams that leaves out the fully social.. the neurohormone and yes.. estrogen and androgen ways of Being feminine and masculine whole.. in yes.. oxytocin social flesh and blood.. and other body fluid Loving ways of free floWinG iN Stars oF eYes that meet and do more than hear and see.. theRe are smells.. therE are tastes.. tHere iS touch.. therE Is propRiocepTion oF FeeLinG mother nature three dimensionally in a dance of moving wHere one connects without the other five senses aT aLL to Mother Nature True aka GODnow so above.. below.. inside.. outside.. and all around.. Toys are in the attic true but they are also all around the body just waiting to be sOught.. fOUnd.. and practiCED as Superhuman Real the way we were meant to be.. before we become 2D liGht box screens away from being more fully human.. oh.. intelligence of Standard IQ.. you mEasure so little oF whAT humaNiTy even means as ISreAL vibrant star six pointED bEinG A TriAnglic oF Male and V TriAnglic oF fEmale balanCinG toGeThER As sTar oF David BEinG.. oh Art.. you expand on UniVerse oF i’s in myriad multi-verse way.. the only thing thaT iS stopping uS from groWing iS ironicAlly the science that says we are less than humanOW..Now Science IS A way buT ART iS FReEDom..:)
For a Beaver theRe iS alWays a dam to make.. for a human there can be dams not to give.. Ah.. but the Busy Beaver of the ‘Turing Machine’ wITh heARt i choose to WiLL.. and i’m fAIRly sure that when the Beaver is on the path and journey to building dams the beAver both gives and shares and most imPoRTanTly just does a dam… The Beaver.. one of the largest Rodents shares a Rodent ancestor wITh mosT aLL similar leaning DNA hUmans.. 75 MilLions oF years a go too.. the Beaver never kNows what the end result of the new Dam Will bE path and journey.. beGinninG.. enDing.. fiNish.. stARt.. NowOnoW.. AnyWay.. see ya later friend.. wITh MaKinG more dAMs alWays SharRinG.. GiVinGnoW..:)
Another Day iN.. aS.. WiLd oF NatUre wITh and As FReED photos.. words and other stuFF noW to giVe and shaRe WiTh thE WORlD iN WiLd WiDe WeB..;)
Well.. now through the month of August starting September of 2015.. perusing and joining up all the poeTry from dVerse prompts and links through the 14th link of the 169th open prompt.. March 31st.. ‘GodsUniVerseNovel3″ is noW at 123K words or so .. so yes.. considering i have about 7 months more to go.. to get it all gatHeRed toGeTheR as iT were and iS to bE.. 200K words pluS WiLL likely be the final recipe for this Epic Novel.. of a fuLL year journey in so many paths of poeTry as branches to UniVerse of I.. in Myriad MultiVerse way.. anyWay.. coming up with 200K words plus means i WiLL have to peruse a total of One Million plus words as typed iN mY blog over the year of efFort.. and yes i read fast.. VERY FAST.. AND write that way in typing too.. but tHeRe are a few human limits wHere iT WiLL take more than an hour to finish the joB wHolE.. so a little Sith help iS in Order.. as i’LL take aLL the assistance i WiLL gAIn.. from both tHe dArk Force and liGht aS WeLL.. and BalanCinG oF Course.. wRite oN Course..:)
Yes.. i aM soLiCiTinG HelP from the Entire Force Works to gET thE Novel JoB dOne.. fOr sAgeS iN EpiC Bard Way.. but i have to admit.. i muSt noW ask mY Force Team mates WHY SO SERIOUS…;)
oKAy.. i’M 100% sUre i aM Super-Hero poWeReD uP enough to finish the Novel.. perHaps as soon.. as the end of ‘Morrow niGht!.. yes.. aLL 200K plus words wITh Awesome Beach photos to headline each separate prompt across the Mult-Verse Journey and paths oF 12 dVerse months iN poeTry waY..;)
And here a couple of topic appropriate Facebook two year old memories as suggested by the Facebook Algorithm.. THAT has been doing a pretty good dam robot job lately.. for free.. hehe.. one of mY many online all free Secretaries and personal assistants.. heLL who even needs the Robots from Star Wars when ya got free ONLINE HELP.. trust me i don’t do Superman without help.. haha.. FOR REAL..:)
3) Jesus said, “If those who lead you say, ‘See, the Kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the Kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living Father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.”
113) His disciples said to Him, “When will the Kingdom come?” “It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying ‘Here it is’ or ‘There it is.’ Rather, the Kingdom of the Father is spread out upon the earth, and men do not see it.”
Luke 17:21 King James Version (KJV)
21 “Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.”
John 14:12 King James Version (KJV)
12 “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.”
Problem with most all Sacred Texts is folks cherry pick what they like and leave out the rest.. and yes.. often the same applies to ‘religious’ text in science abstracts…
For me.. i go by what i experience.. by what i taste.. touch.. hear.. smell.. see.. propriocept.. and feel through emotional heARt.. and eXpreSsinG/Interpreting/Mirror Neuroning those emoTioNs/senses/kNoWinG wayS of i and otHeRs through what science describes noW as cognitive and affective empathy and associated sympathy and compassion in “Layman’s” terms as iS sTiLL iN/aS A ‘common’ human way.. some folks do not experience empathy in this way.. either by choice or innate reality.. in brain structure and other body way.. and then tHere iS soUl iN miNd and boDy BaLanCinG MaKinG the arcHetYpe of feminine and masculine iN innate human being one aGaiN.. after separatED by the language of culture if indeed that language separates the innate unITy of what can be a BalanCinG hUman animal.. anyway.. LiFe is Good when real and natural as evolVING FREE AT the heiGht oF ALL experience we kNoW.. SeNse.. and FeeL that CAN be the human one in the KinGdoM oF NatuRe noW God oNe and sAMe as aLL.. but yes.. the tool of written language IS A bRain washing tool iN both mind and body way whEtheR or not wE reFuse to see thiS reaLITy from cultUre to religion to politics to philosophy or not.. NatUre has all the answers iN uS.. outside Us.. above us.. aLL around US as by GOD.. GOD iS God oF dArk of LiGht.. Of Moving Dance and InsPiRinG SoUndD oF SonG thaT iS real LiVinG noW as pLay of liFE… so noW when i want to view/sense/feel MORe of God iN action than dead words Now oF Print.. and Walls.. and Ceilings that do not breathe and bleed.. or eat.. sleep.. sense.. feel.. and MoVe and SinG A SonG oF LiVinGkNoWinGnoW.. i leave the Condos of the Beach behind.. the Buildings in front of Forests gone.. and Breathe.. Dance and SinG wITh Dragon Fly WinGS that can flow WitH God at 60 miles per hour wITh WinGs of Magic more than any hUman has ever seen senSed or fELt.. i can only imaGine thiS experience and eXpreSS whaT those of NaTure do so much more than i.. but anyone with half a FucKinG ‘iF yoU sEEk iN God’ bRaiN.. sees/feels/kNoWs the star duSt oF God they are and worships the God oF Nature STANDING TALL AS bY GOD tO LiVE IS TO LiVE PRouD AND FREE.. WiLD.. iN WHAT aLL OuR ANCESTORS STRUGGLE THROUGH FROM WinGs oF Dragons Flying to the prickly spiny legs of cockroaches StiLL surviving after 300 to 400 million years before we ARE an after Dance and SonG oF the Seed oF aLL of NatUre that iS God.. sTiLL BLooMinG STiLL FloWeRinG iN poTenTiaL when WiLd and Free and wITH all thAT said.. friEnd gigoid.. i’m up to 123K words of my newest Nautilus SHeLL or so.. through August of 2015.. 7 more months to go.. over 200K.. before the now of that milestone comes.. but by God i am more inspiRed by the WinGs of 300 to 380 million year old sETs oF Dragon Fly WinGs that can flY 60 MPH.. at tHeir minuscule size.. than sky scrapers that takes billions of humans in collective intelligence to produce as many humans cooperating together now.. the Dragon Fly is already ‘Superman’.. without any FiN HuMaN written language.. culture.. religion.. politics.. or philosophy in collective so-called F iN Intelligence that is raping the resources of the Earth.. wHiLE God SPeeds aWay STiLL iN AngEL Dragon WinGs.. wHere the Love oF wE iS the God dAM thing that makes uS advanced over the Dragon.. who cannot hug and feel the clouds oF comfort iN noW SinG SonG oF heARt iN SpiRit waY.. but by God thAT Dragon fly has perhaps tHe greATest LonGest proVen MiNd and BoDy soUL iN Balance oF aLL tHe creaTioN oF iS wE FLY foR NoW.. wHom has alReaDy iNheRitED thE Earth aS MeeK WitH WinGs oF SuperGodFReED..:)
SMiLes.. i’m into Nature.. all the rest is illusion and Nature as WeLL.. No Real Separation Unless we Create that Illusion Of Real..:)
Infinity.. A long Journey With No beginning Or end but now.. Now.. What a breather When frReED..:)
i do not thInk i would have experiencED almost complete dissolution of ego.. if not for life threatening illnesses.. over a period of 66 months.. Emotions Drive ego.. in terms of self-esteem.. social conforming for most all social animals.. in terms of hierarchy.. in dominance and submission… for gaining reproductive rights.. and subsistence.. including Food.. Water.. and Shelter.. The tool of those who dominate others is shame and fear.. and Lord knows i for one.. was truly dominated most of my life.. in that hierarchy as i neither was comfortable in my own skin.. in ways of regulating emotions or integrating senses.. in a life spent input more in Books.. Lectures.. Electronic Media and Entertainment.. more than moving.. connecting and creating output of something new.. Pain taught me the silliness of staying with the same.. and change was the best solution oF aLL.. in new.. however.. how to lose the shame of the hunch back of Notre Dame.. locked in a bedroom for 66 months.. without contact with humanity whole in flesh and blood.. weLL.. i decided i WiLL Survive.. at all costs.. according to Donna Summer.. folks like Lady Gaga.. Miley Cyrus and other artists who finally go out on the branch oF a TaLLer tree and take a chance at bEinG so much more free without shame and fear of what others might think or feel about one’s different freedom than they.. but truly the ability to gain a Zen Art of Changing Ego to suit one’s self esteem of feeling good.. in Serotonin comfort.. is also an illusion away from Nature that technology provides for we who no longer depend on others as much for the Interdependent Relationship for survival now.. i’m truly not impressed with the Zen and Buddhist leaning goal of Ego Dissolution as a way of being.. sure it can work in a bed room closed in or a monastery but Social Survival for an animal in the Wild or Work World Working with other folks requires it in the pecking order of Social animal hierarchy of dominance and submission and all the ‘tween for subsistence and survival.. all the Ivory Tower talk of Monasteries and Basements of Mom and Dad’s living arrangements.. will not change the fAct of Nature when social cooperation is pARt of the Social Animal Game.. So.. i’m Financially Independent and can sWinG the gAMe of Zen Ego.. howEver which way oF loose i choose to go.. but i have no illusions of what would have to be if i entered the Government Work World of tightly white collarRed ways of Social Norm BeInG.. so.. truly this aberration of liFe of free makes folks like Eckart Tolle.. Miley Cyrus.. and Lady Gaga.. and yes me.. and so many other folks.. N0W possible.. but this aberration is coming real greater as another illusion of reaLITy REAL.. AS WE no longer depend on each other as much for subsistence and survival but oh no.. we ‘normal’ hUman beings.. per se.. STiLL have the innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive need of acceptance for the human touch.. And that my friend is part of the reason.. at least that suicide rates.. are much higher in so-called technologically advanced first world countries.. One can think they escape Mother Nature in submission to what is tHeir Nature.. but Nature is the Realist Deal of aLL.. one can balance this Nature within with relative free will.. but when one thinks they can escape iT with illusions like total dissolution of ego.. aWay from emotional and sensory needs.. desires and all the sweet stuff that drives life.. usually tHeir is a REAL Karma iN Now of Action Consequence In terms of Sweet and SoUr LiFe.. trUly what is good and what is bad is all relative to nature.. to master iT iS juSt an ongoing practice of what Maslow describes as self-actualization.. it seems.. and that my friend.. that balance of what Nature iS iN me.. iS an ongoing education oF Art and Science that is getting fUn more aS i lEarn to master iT iN a balance of Dancing with the PLaY as WiNd and Water and Zen Art of Ego in feeLinG and senSinG all the healthy Social Animal Will do in a liFE WiLd and Free too.. My God iS Free and so i am.. but sure i have a healthy respect for that God of Nature wHere iN mY opinion the true ego would be to suggest that no ego is a goal aT aLL.. iT’s much more fun to walk with head held high in the gyms of life and jungle sidewalks too.. than to live life in submission of false humility too.. To give and share is humility to me.. and pARt of that is to walk tall and fearless with close to zero shame of what one is at core.. free and balanced.. it was very hard for me.. to finAlly lose those laughs that were at me.. as silent utterances of someone who likely would never feel or sense the Freedom i have now.. but sure once one becomes truly free in Loving Fearless Balance oF aLL oF liFe.. including Zen Ego.. as metaphor of course not to offend the so-called Zen officials of this way or that way of bEinG now.. one tries to help raise others up no matter who they are or what they’ve done as one understands they are just duSt in the wind too.. whether Floating.. Sinking.. Soaring up.. or even Epic like ME.. but i earned iT friend.. every FucKinG grey hair.. word.. step.. smile.. laugh.. so i have zero shame for what i am now.. and truly that advice for whomever wrote the Gospel of Thomas about treading on one’s clothes and getting back to Nature.. iS the best advice for me.. butT after i already did it.. all innately.. instinctually,, and intuitively too.. Culture is complicated.. Being a social animal in a very complex culture is even more complicated but returning back to Nature after escaping is not that hard if one.. sTiLL to me.. at least.. moves.. connects.. and creates.. now.. leave any pARt ouT iN Flesh and Blood liFe.. including healthy self esteem and Ego.. and theRe is a price i for one.. see.. to pay to the REAL MASTER OF natUre.. THAT NONE oF uS likely wiLL ever escape.. at least for what i kNow and FeeL oF iT noW.. in tHis little illusion.. and sliver of Heaven that iS REAl.. and more real than these 2-D letters and words.. that ends as FriEnD noW…:)
Back in the days when i was most aLL scientist and and little to almost no poet.. hmm.. stUFF changes..;)
GodsUniVerseNovel3 Posted on April 28, 2016 by katiemiafrederick.. WeLL.. here’s the link above for GodsUniVerseNovel3 spanning the highlights of a full year in writing poetic expressions in response to all the dVerse Online Poet’s Pub offerings in every prompt and every lInk from April 2015 ’till the end of March 2016.. but truly it requires a fast computer and broadband access to open the Word Press Link and unfortunately the Google Blogger Blogs do not have the capacity to house a Novel that is as epic as this.. as yes.. believe it or not.. it is 338,630 words long (close to double the size of the New Testament) with around 300 or so eXtremely gorgeous beach photos to accompany ALL the journey and paths of poeTry therein.. as an anthology of sorts too.. anyway.. if nothing else i just did it.. hehe.. and i’m sure it will at least make a conversation piece on the street for folks with iPhone6s and above with an LTE connection who WILL be able to open it up as already tested on mine.. but i have to admit.. opening it up on my close to 3 year old iMac Desktop workhouse takes a couple of minutes.. and true that is much too long to wait for what most folks are willing to wait for these days to see if they even wanna taste it as it were and as it is now.. But haha.. this is just a hobby and dam sure not something i could make a living at for BUCKS.. BUT LIFE YES.. FOR FUNiNoW..:)
“Not every soil can bear all things.”
~~ Virgil ~~
SMiLes gigoid.. i’ll take this for the Wisdom of the Day.. plus all the lEarning lesSons that tHere are limits in life.. perhaps not for me.. hehe.. but yes for the state of E-Land.. potential.. as what was once thought by me to be a 100K Novel turns out to be 338.63K that just barely meets the constraints of WordPress and didn’t come close to fitting into the Blogger Blogs.. but write and expand.. lEarn and narrow.. i guess.. and it’s just as WeLL.. ’cause it’s jUst for Fun.. and the fun iS iN the dam creating.. the putting the pieces together that are already created.. is what i used to do over and over.. noW at least allowing me to visit a little of the hell i used to live in and appreciate even MORE.. the creating free environment thaT iS the mainstay now.. oF my heArt.. mY SpiRit.. mY soUl.. as trUly iT iS easier for me to halt that pARt.. than the systemizing sTuFF that will go on for waking hours until the job is done.. without any RE-CREATION AT ALL.. THE STORY OF NO WORK AND NO PLAY MADE ME A VERY DULL BOY FOR DECADES OF CARDBOARD BOX LIVING IN SOCIETY OF COG HELL.. OH THE JOY to bE FREE.. iN MoVinG..Connecting CreaTinG.. and i’m gonna wash that systemizing science RIGHT out of my hair in the FReEDance of NiGht.. with all the cool college age folks celebrating my 108th week of doing just that at Old Seville Quarter.. hope you are doing WeLL and the issues that arose have aLL Fallen aWay uP to Peace..:)
Yes.. now.. i can say i did.. have fun dancing tonight i also can say.. i should have never stopped at age 29 when i got married.. truly i lost quite a bit of the skip in my step that i own again.. albeit a little stiffer in the morning and closer to the ground.. no hopping and running for me.. just flowing.. floWinG..:)
Oh.. Latin.. Dancers.. have rhythm.. perhaps a stereotype.. but true.. and yes.. my paternal Grandmother.. was as Cajun as they do come and that and the Sioux And Cherokee.. is why even with pale green eyes.. i do tan brown.. yes.. free in sand/sun.. without the cloudies.. oh yeah.. and they had zero idea they were celebrating an After Novel Celebration of a third of a million words of Epic Free Verse style.. in blog way all free.. but it was too loud in there to spread the link..;)
And yes.. tonight’s dance.. brought on by the pale green eyes of a wolf shirt.. kinda on fire.. i had a ‘nightmare’ last night that i was heading to dance in a flannel looking shirt and long slacks.. ugh.. something i probably would have done ‘back then’.. in the nerd days.. now i’m crazy cool like Fonzie Einstein..;)
Facebook Friend Cortney and long term frolicking dance friend from Seville Quarter shares a video defending millennials as inheriting a very difficult ride from the baby boomers.. in terms of Jobs.. the environment.. and other assorted challenges.. and i say..
Big problem for ‘kids’ of all colors from the ‘backwoods’.. particularly with single parents.. and close to zero resources for help.. NO JOBS.. except for the ones.. one calls in late to.. as college cogs in machines of service.. don’t get me wrong.. service is great.. but don’t expect to make a living off of it in the longest run until retirement.. and as far as blame goes everyone is responsible in a so-called Democratic society where folks are afraid to make waves by disagreeing.. WITH THEIR SO-CALLED FRIENDS.. but yes that too is social animal Nature conform or get outcast.. and starve.. getting free as an individual is doable.. but turning the titanic around.. THAT is for everyone to do.. as a team coming together.. possible on the individual level when folks fearlessly hold hands with different as different is the ultimate norm of all of living Bio-diversity And quite frankly labels just plain suck.. from A to Z real iS Real.. and so are humans once they shed tHeir clothes and or labels of culture.. A person who is truly fearless fears no different as REAL..:)
And truly one of.. if not the biggest problems of millennials and everyone in modern societies.. is sitting on their butt and typing away.. Home Entertainment.. Video games.. screen addictions.. where i am no exception.. you are an athlete.. you know the benefits of great health but most people are in really sad shape.. price for that one third of school age children who are type two pre-diabetic.. close to 50% of adults on some kind of pain killer and sky-rocketing rates of psychotropic drugs to feed folks from an emptiness of poor health.. non-regulated emotions and non-integrated senses.. without that LIFE REALLY SUCKS..:)
And final note.. and don’t worry.. yes.. this is just a fluke.. i’m not going to write Novels on your personal Facebook page in the future.. but yes.. folks in general and particularly in the last several decades as science shows in empirical studies have at the college age.. in studies.. lost around 30% of measurable amounts of empathy.. hell.. ask some folks what the difference between affective empathy and cognitive empathy is and they will not have a clue even when it is explained in detail.. anything but face to face flesh and blood reduces human empathy.. fact of Nature where upwards of 90% of human communication is non-verbal in the empathic sense of emotional contagion as flesh and blood.. standard procedure these days for many folks is totally ignoring other human beings in the ‘real world’ as passing objects and no more.. real problem.. ’cause the flesh and blood connection is supposed to feel good.. when folks have not lost the ability to feel that.. and once again.. anything but the flesh and blood stuff is anti-thetical to that.. and again.. i am no exception.. i spend more time behind this dam screen than almost anyone.. but i dance to make it up..;)
Cortney says.. and i quote..
“I do agree people tend to ignore each other more than they did “back when”, my dad always taught me to smile and greet people.. I smile to every person who walks by me and will sometimes ask how they’re doing… I can be too friendly at times.. smile tear laugh emoticon”..
And i say..
i think athletic folks tend to be more confident.. simply ’cause they are comfortable in their own skin.. more so.. than folks who have not ever had the opportunity to be challenged in it.. and yes.. ha!.. i can be too friendly too.. and yes.. my mother who raised me IS A Saint.. i’d probably be in Law Enforcement iF dad didn’t leave at age 3.. but friEndLY equals happy and happy is much better than sour frowny face all the time.. Winks.. i respect you and your friends.. moreover.. as you don’t discriminate against the different among all.. and you know how to put your freak on.. sTiLL..:)
Facebook Friend Rafiah from Pakistan shares a poetic Facebook Status.. and Lord kNows we need more folks capable and practicing that as an art on Facebook to share a SpiRit oF Love more than worry.. strife.. doubt.. etc.. and i say.. after she says..
Nights are beautiful. There are no outwardly disturbances. You can embrace yourself by being on your own.
and yes.. then i say..
i like going far out in the forest.. or the beach away from footprints of culture and stressful energy generated from humans as the plants and animals live with the Peace of God Free.. and i surely feel it.. with bliss of open skies and free earth..:)
And even though i never see Rafiah in flesh and blood.. whenever i interact with her.. even if i have to wait for her response.. i get that warm human connection feeling per oxytocin that ‘normal’ folks feel as Love regardless of any degreed relationships or flesh and blood ties.. AS human brothers and sisters who share the same basic dam DNA.. PoeTry is a bridge to increasing the connection of human language and emotions associated with both affective and cognitive empathy.. and while it doesn’t always match the flesh and blood connection.. it dam sure comes in a close second with other forms of art.. including music.. etc.. The heart is a muscle in terms of human empathy and Love that must be exercised no different than the ones with form.. the essence noW of SpiRit iS free floWinG emoTioNs and senses.. regulated and integrated well.. respectively as such.. We have a real deficit in this country and all modern so-called first world countries.. far beyond economics and the work ethic.. as well as finding jobs for subsistence.. deficits in moving.. connecting.. and creating.. where one actually touches.. gives.. and shares the products of their life of work in subsistence of surviving truly changes humans into the tools they have created for comfort.. They are losing tHeir basic innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive humanity in moving.. connecting.. creating.. in giving.. sharing touching.. feeling.. kNoWinG ways.. theRe is a crisis of humanity but it is much more than a dollar bill.. it is a muscle of hEart.. SpiRit and soUl.. that is increasingly withering away to tools of liFe.. instead of LiVinG in moving.. connecting.. and creating ways oF Free toGeThER..:)
SMiLes.. gigoid.. yes.. i’VeNoWbeen pRAncing all around my metro area since i gave up shy.. and quite honestly.. one of my many milestones.. to bring the statue oF Apollo.. literAlly and physicAlly to liFe iN the flesh.. yes.. the mature version closing iN @ age 56 on June 6th.. but seriously.. what is better.. a role model oF liFe as money.. or one of athletic youth.. poetry.. music and healing.. not to mention the darker side oF destruction iN case things get out of hand.. as there must be a dArk pArt oF aLL human archetypes to muSe the liGht aS iT were and iS noW.. strangest thing though.. Apollo.. perhaps the most common of ancient human God Archetypes.. through out cultures.. seems to be played by the same nude model.. who does the David statue.. and even the Statue of Liberty in drag of course.. in the harbor as such.. with a torch.. not unlike that of the flame of Olympic Victory or Nike Swish sTiLL to carry on across the ocean of poTenTiaLs in human progress iN lands oF freer.. at least.. noW anyway.. i’ll choose the Sun over a green back anyWay… sAnd.. poetry.. music.. and dance.. so yes.. on the dance pArt and away from destruction.. i’ll one up Apollo with the assistance of modern technology of course.. where by noW.. anyone whose been paying attention… some of anyone.. at least.. should achieve the Apollo human archetype iNow as folks who have been shooting aT iT.. to be as free as free can be in the pursuit and attainment of happiness… otherwise known as heaven now.. Go Apollo.. Go.. and never look back at the folks who chopped off an almighty pen is writing now as free.. iN only mythology real.. my friend.. FucK thAT bowInG sHit.. God doesn’t liVe iN LioNs that way free or i foR Now.. poeTry iN SonG and Dance as music bRinGs a bELL.. oF FReED.. juStiCe.. aS Liberty foR All.. And ps.. as talkED to iN latest poeTry volumes Mut.. Nut.. and Isis.. all played by that same slender Dark haired woman who looks almost just like my wife down to ear lobes and shape of breasts.. who would have figured life could be this strange.. Mark Twain was correct.. Fiction has to make sense but FucKinG reaLITy is no hOlds barRed wHere when a wish is repeated enough.. sooner or later a self- fulfilling prophecy comes true.. and that’s all prophecy truly is.. careful what ya wish for.. as that is the crux of action-consequence the desire that drives emoTiOns one and same in idols of symbols no matter word or statue what comes may WiLL..:)
Facebook Friend Himali.. shares a Video illustrating 27 Life goals before one settles down and i say..
SMiLes.. Lovely video.. on 27 life goals to do.. before settling down.. done all but 1.. 2.. and 12.. but yes.. i travel the inner Universe.. and always go somewhere new in that infinite journey noW alWays.. and in that way too.. i live somewhere else from now to now ALwayS in new inner/outer/above/below/all around experience.. and truly a secret to life too.. is to marry both a job and person.. if so inclined.. that allows one to never ever settle down.. my friend.. but of course that excludes having children.. but true that is also an answer to the world’s over-population issues.. if more people decide to create light for the world in terms of that liGht my friend.. Himali.. Life is beautiful in moving.. connecting.. and creating.. in aLL ways that comeS in giving and sharing freeLY.. as earthly Angels will do with terrestrial wings.. oF Fearless Love..smile emoticon..
And then Himali shares a Kurt Vonnegut Quote that says..
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
iN almost every truly small and peaceful society.. in fact.. the ‘science’ of sociology shows the top 20 most peaceful societies in the world.. have several things in common.. all are relatively small.. all iS given and shared.. and the Golden Rule of Love yoUr brother as yourself with taking no more then giving as sharing iS the way of the Altruistic human.. innately.. instinctually.. and intuitively.. in other words.. when humans live in balance.. the metaphor of Jesus.. per Love yoUr neighbor as yourself and the rest of Nature AKA God.. is the natural way to go.. so in this way as metaphor way.. as more than likely and as scholarly study shows.. only 18% of the New Testament potentially even came from one single human being.. with a general consensus that there probably was an individual.. who we refer to.. to day.. Named in the language of the day as similar then.. however.. would he resemble much of what Modern Christianity sees of him today.. particularly when Constantine and his Cohorts from the Catholic Church.. 325.. AD.. determined he would then be a Soldier Sun God.. and yes.. part of a trinity as God man too.. no.. not likely.. any so-called modern Fundamentalist Christian would even pay attention to THAT MAN if he came back today.. and walked ‘right’ through the front doors.. in his sandals or bare feet of God of Nature real.. and besides.. on top of that none of what wE are noW.. iS the same from now to now.. so whomever we become the next now.. depends on how well we move.. connect.. and create iN liFe.. wITh of course.. the mechanical cognition world.. still dead in tow.. away from the Empathy of Love… and WiLL of course to juSt make iT happen noW iN JuSt doin’ iT.. like Nike sayS noW.. i’ll go with the Golden Rule.. obey the Local.. State.. and Federal Laws to keep mY freedom.. and beyond thAT iT iS simply and complexly a fREE foR All.. wITh sTiLL.. relatively worn out feat of feet.. too..;)
i ‘bEt’ iF Jesus were alive today.. Prince would be his Guitar player.. to open uP hiS new sermon oN a Mountain oF Love.. sO inspiring thAT SonG wiTh Jeff Lynne.. Tom Petty.. Steve Winwood and others.. in terms of guitar solo.. by Prince.. in particular.. i will wait no more.. and share my guitar Solo of PoeTry.. iN terms oF aLL i see and feel from the last year of responding to all the poeTry from dVerse.. through the 14th linked poem of the final prompt.. Thursday Open link Night.. of 31 March and resume after that for more to come as art WiLL FloW noW.. without tiMe for me.. and thAt’s the thing about reaLITy.. it’s a river that flows timeless iN InFiniTy noW for those who come to perceive thiS Heaven oF reaLITy noW.. but enough words of Introduction.. now to the tedious mechanical cognition duty of collecting all the eggs of art and putting them in one baskeT.. per se.. “GodsUniVerseNovel3”.. a larger complement to the first two.. Googable as such iN terms oF “GodsUniVerseNovel” and “GodsUniVerseNovel2” as other than photos to separate each prompt effort over the course of the year.. i will use some Beach photos as they are the most beautiful pArt oF Nature that comes aS mY heARt.. mY SpiRit.. mY SoUl.. as WeLL.. and after all of that iS said and dONe.. the pARty oF noW iN i WiLL resUme more fully aLive.. out of mechanical cognition mind of getting aLL the seed toGeTheR for one floWer oF poeTry unfOldinG foR noW.. and i’LL juSt use one theme SonG aS iT iS.. as trUly when i pLay poeTry that same kind of creative spiRit thAT flows so easily through the fingers oF Prince Flows iN keys oF heRe.. different strokes for different folks but Free is trUly FReED when FloWinG aSonEZonE..:)
Ah.. Dear John..
the messages of the ages that truly get through..:)
Lost and found muse living in love and light.. keeping muse.. is exploring and finding muse.. everywhere muse lives in light and love.. and all that other ST UFF TOO A musing NOW..:)
Ah.. the apple pie of dear Jane.. always waiting.. always patient.. always there.. but never FeeLING ENougH… for Love….NOW..:)
Ah.. the RockeFELLA’ REPUBLICANS
of the past dead and gone..
and Tea Party rising to take
away the gifts of freedom..
and LIBERTY FOR ALL..
IN THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS…
But.. IS as it and as it IS.. the popular party of
the President thank goodness.. IS still the people.. overall..
Gridlock or not.. at least.. there is hope..:)
So true.. the poetry of humans is
born in emotions and senses..
and words and letters are an expression of
human nature and all of the rest of that and is..
Winging it along a bird a fly never knowing down or up is to truly fly..:)
OMG! in a land of robotic calls.. the frustration of form letters has become it all…
So yes.. i too.. visit the land of backyard flower.. bees.. and birds of lore.. In life..
where all moves in tapestry and never follows a sidewalk of Zombie Apocalypse
Fear is the monster that kills all of love and human connection..
And the longer one goes without connecting.. the harder that becomes..
as lose or use it.. applies in all matters human and feeling
in connection too..:)
The Susan’s of time gone past and time in eyes.. of heart and life in feeling us.. a friendship is love.. a new a live in now.. that continues on.. as long as eyes.. glow and grow in Love..:)
Ah.. to find a holiday.. a feast in every now of day of month.. is too.. to know now.. in no knowing of anything but bliss..:)
A Happy fool is an April that never cares.. a worry over loving life as is.. for NOW..:)
Haha!.. if i have a Peanut Butter sandwich for every time i wish for a dollar to buy more.. in 6 years of college.. i will have all the Peanut Butter sandwiches.. i truly eat then.. as a staple in diet of a starving student.. too..:)
It’s no wonder i’m nuts..
my mother has me tested..
and i am A OK.. but still frigging full
of 6 years of peanut butter sandwiches galore!..:)
Ah.. the broken dreams of desires of piggy banks.. do come in waves of satisfaction.. where piggy can’t mind with no mind at all..
Perhaps.. Piggy has the truth.. and I will listen close.. broke or not.. as Piggy’s friend..:)
to see the moon as imaginative joy
and not just a solid rock
of listless hope..
is to know
the joy of the child..
still to come.. as free…
The moon is my friend..
the moon is my lover..
the moon is my sensate delight in unusual cover…
And after that i find humans too.. who share in the love of the moon child
A beautiful story it is to honor a father of 53 years of living in all the love that is there before in living memory of a father’s love.. loving goes on in the loving eyes of child well loved…
And it does remind me that even in 53 years of a father who lives to be 81..
he is there but he never allows me to get to know him at all..
Ah.. the distance of the heart…
is the longest distance of all….
farther than life
The only place for me
to ever find the love of a father
is in the mirror…. and that’s okay..too..:)
So true.. with all the fears of the digital world blocking the human flesh and blood connection.. that connection does have wires now.. to connect the flesh and blood with the rest of the world as whole.. as cosmic collective intelligence of consciousness becomes a reality true.. where digit and art become one finger of truth and light for all.. who have access to BLC, Broadband Internet Love..:)
Ah.. so interesting the EWORLD is..
is to live in a place where reality stays here.. like a fingerprint ever etched of love or not..
the heart.. soul.. and spirit is uploaded in a forever of a human soul.. at least as long as servers hold true or not..:)
Yes.. to be able to order the weather the way we want it..
is not such a far fetched idea for humans in union..
as after all the observer effect is real in physics.. so.. imagine what three or four hundred or thousand
truly connected natives can do together singing a rain song of Summer in full unity of life.. After all it never gets cold in rain forests..
Yes.. opposites do attract and there is reason for that.. both freedom and due caution.. for survival like that..and feeling.. too.. most importantly
three.. for free..:)
To be wild and free and to love..
OH GOD.. this brings back the memory of a
very ‘efficient’ director of department operations..
when 911 goes down in the middle of a manger’s meeting..
and he just says we’ve got business to take care of.. there’s probably going to be more attacks to come..
Ugh.. when you just know.. a heart.. a soul.. a spirit
And then I know I better get out soon.. or i will be dead too…
And truly that eventually did happen to me three….
alive as dead.
Ah.. yes all change starts at the heart.. and for the analytical minds that only know reason and do not feel heart.. those are not the minds to be changed.. as grass roots are the hearts that count for change in all things anew.. A blade of grass in a letter will do more than words of swords together..:)
Well having a child of 51 days.. and holding him
without life support until he takes his last breath..
certainly brings tears to me.. to hear of the story of an aged man
who remembers the child
who did not make it too.. in eyes of death in hope of life…:)
Ah.. to forgive the bad Santa is the greaTEST LOVE..:)
1069 WORDS OF LETTERS TO LETTERS IN WORDS… 4NOW..:)
4082015 20 2
459 18 9-5..;)
Sharing is nice.. and that’s a nice beard.. to share.. for beasts or not..:)
Ah.. LTE..LT..4G..3G.. and OMG 14.4 K…
Times are chaining not fast enough i guess..:)
But boy things are so slow
before.. when 1 pixel at a time
is an image of now..:)
OH GOD.. i have a Passport for literally 15 years and never really go anywhere of value in it.. i loved that Passport.. even though it cannot take me places i truly wanna go.. And now there’s a Civic.. a Honda too.. I no longer love cars.. People are my cars now..:)
And yes.. i write a Poem for the Passport when i sell it away too..:)
For me.. i just go dance
with hundred of people at a time..
And here comes ALL the muse dancing
Only problem is time and 10K words a day.. or so..;)
But i’ll dance again tomorrow.. for thousands more
WITH hundreds of musing dancers too!..:)
With a months worth of April Shower words in just a morning or afternoon STORM OF wordy
Thunder letter head
when ‘That Voice’ comes…
IT IS an empty life without IT…
Those who have IT ARE Blessed beyond BELIEF…
Blessed are ‘YOU’…
WHO have IT..
AND ‘that voice writes a letter’ for me in my dreams this morning.. and now i must repeat.. in words as swelling Imagination AND CREATIVITY in ALL the DARK AND LIGHT of life as IS for NOW for ALL THAT IS ASeverNOW.
of the heart.. of the soul..
EXPRESSED AS spIRit..
of the flesh and blood as burned forest..
can never know the dreams of life in trees of leaves of grass set free..
And the Pyramids and stars will fall to dust too.. but for now is life and love..
with ashes and dust or not.. where paper cranes cannot lift the emotions of i..
And yes.. they can in feeling cranes..
Ah.. yes.. to hang with youth.. is to rise at least.. and most in spirit.. as young..
And sometimes December’s Spirit is the youngest of all.. even in crippled legs and bent down head…
My Aunt teaches me that lesson of the ages at 94..
when her spirit is as young.. as ever.. and mine is at least 104 at 47…
So.. now i return that favor to folks in life..
who are much younger than me.. in chronological age.. of flesh.. but not me.. my Aunt now..
back to 16….in heart and spirit..
with soul.. older..
as ever….can be for me…
Perhaps I read too much into this.. but i see the strong black women abandoned for a dream of another ‘color’ of life that does not match what one should be happy to be comfortable in a culture that respects one’s brothers AND SISTERS AS BEAUTIFUL AND
ALWAYS WORTHY OF LOVE…
The strong black matriarch of a black or white woman will always be a Goddess to me.. with smiles too…
The rhythm is in the hips.. after all..
with all females i know… now…
One thing that always amazes me about the life in the ‘west’..
of country westerns is how agile the actors are in their bodies..
to meet the demands of a hand on life…
Truly missing from mine then.. as mostly a pen and pencil pusher..
with instructions on how to move..
To be wild and free and ride in tandem in taming the wild and free..
is the greatest life of all..
no doubt i know for now.. with just a taste of it..
in my life…
The storm of love precedes the spirit of the heart and soul
that continues to ride the oceans of love..
in calm and tremendous waves of the spirit of life..
as she blows her living breath..
to feel the sales of hearts and souls
with no living price
A great story of a psychiatrist becoming a poet..
we do need more poets.. overall.. in the field of medicine.
For me.. i do my best NOT TO THINK.. when i write poetry..
just letting what comes flow from the finger tips of beyond..;)
smiles.. and smilies to ya..;)2…;)but winks of course…<3
True for me too..
and i develop an art of muse..
as intensive as any writing i do..
JUST for that…
Where muse becomes science
and science becomes art…;)
But i study from ‘the masters’..
WITH A TOTALLY OPEN MIND
and body in balance..
and NEVER PAY-mind to the naysayers in life..
As the art of creativity is the ALL the reward in itself for me…
Truly that’s freeing.. with no limitations and most importantly no expectations…
A total 180 degrees turn from the perfectionist who has a fit when his wife moves ‘his bricks’ out of line.. a few years back..
And I do mean literally.. as i put those BRICKS IN LINE…
Now ‘my bricks’.. spiral like a Nautilus shell wherever
they care to flow.. and at times.. when revisited by an approximation of that mechanical sidewalk mind..
amaze THAT robot mind to
And yes.. truly for
some folks pain is as close
to feeling something
at all that they can experience..
And i suppose that is the saddest part of human nature than cannot be felt..
with pain or not…
can be hard enough..
but to sign it on the dotted line..
is an end of a beginning one hopes is not signed..
But a new beginning whether signed or not..
is always the next step..
Ah.. the freedom of the blues loose in the
humidity of southern dialect ways..
there is nothing freer.. wilder..
and much deeper
than soul of music..
and i suppose the father of
rock and roll as well..
in the blue midnight
moons of the African deserts..
that also still exist in rap..:)
Well.. as a child who cannot
speak until age four..
and a young adult
who has problems
with language in general.. and even understanding the overwhelming emotions..
that i cannot separate from what
i feel in emotional contagion..
from all other folks..
To come to the ability
to connect language with emotions
are certainly the guideposts of symbols for
peace of mind.. and flow of emotional expression..
in verbal language.. the farthest star of my life..
i finally reach..for now..:)
As before my eyes are all that i have
to truly connect like this in
innate human emotion..:)
And truly a challenge..
as those eyes
are now shaded in illness..
for emotional expression of and for others..:)
But yes.. with true grit.. there can always be
Truly words take me to
places i never visit in real life..
and of course they also take me away
from other places
i want to visit in real life..
but never the less..
with human connection there is light and life..
so to count my blessings is.. to count my words too..
at least in emotional expression of connection with others..
as is.. NOW..:)
Ah.. the singularity
of man and machine
where man learns machine
and becomes machine too..
to regain heart..
soul.. and spirit..
is to be the
‘Terminator’ of machines..
un-renewed.. with renewal of heart..
soul.. and spirit expressed.. as here2..:)
To believe is real and the greaTEST
gift of all that CAN BE FREE!..:)
Ah.. rain.. rain.. rain… a dusty early April..
in Northwest Florida.. IS now
turned into an over a week
deluge of flooding rains..
rain .. rain..
wHere the only
is getting wet
or UmbrElla of
covering rains of GOD’s Love..
as after all we are 90% or so RAINFULL!
OF GOD’S REIGNING REINING RAINING LOVE!..;)
I’ll stick with the sun and be A son as well..:)
And the perfume of the sweat of dance goes so much
farther than a smell of life..:)
The kindness of renewal of rain..
on dusty souls of flowers..
is a moisture i lean to as well..
to regain the colors of my soul..:)
Yes.. the poet’s lighthouse.. guides seas of words..
and waves that wash ashore.. in linings of paragraph shores..
and then @Some Poets the lighthouse dims.. a point of darkness.. but the muses.. are waiting.. beyond the midnight moon.. of deepest ocean blues.. to light the candle of word houses.. in hues in light of moon again in spiring glowing
When snow white is dark and light is black crow in instructing white to escape as light.. there is harmony in the Universe.. and we can all rest with peace.. with love for light and dark asNOW..:)
Somewhere long ago..
somewhere in a desert of loneliness flow..
one and then another.. start scratching imaginary
connections of stars in desert sand below..
And then there is
a letter of
geometry and flow..
a word.. a paragraph..
and when emotions do finally flow
in poetic words of expression..
There is this.. and i enjoy it
very much.. with smiles..
..So true.. the darkest nights of heaven..
can become the greatest lights.. in gift.. of human heart and soul
expressed as Truth and Light in Spirit.. in letting go and flowing
(:..life as is..for NOW..:)
(:..THere is no science in the art of poetry for me.. with smiles.. laughs.. and winks.. IN the poetry that is NOWme..;)
That’s OK.. that your
Processor and Internet speed..
does not permit you to visit my blog..
and thanks for taking the time and effort
to explain that.. AND truly i come
to poetry to escape science
and there are no poetic forms or rules i desire to or will ever comply with
as art is the pART of my heART i refuse to lose.. in a frigging world
that is already systemizing science ENOUGH NOW that will take
the ‘Terminator 6’ to destroy now.. Haha!.. My posts are just
‘Trojan Horses’ of sorts.. that compromise much bandwidth
and processor speed hogging attributes at once..
the real brevity of poetry stuff is in my comments..
after all i say and dance is done for now..IN
responding to the inspiring words of others..
AND thanks for being so understanding..
as that’s another rare commodity..
i find in now to..today..:)
Ah.. the human condition evolved for peaceful easy sharing love.. when there are relatively small groups of sets of eyes to connect to.. not much more than 150 to 200.. hearts to connect to like that..:)
And then comes agriculture and the move away from free range humans.. and then the industrial age.. when men and women become the tools as fools.. instead of he and or her…
And now a four inch screen.. or if one is lucky 8 hours or so planted in front of a pleasing two-foot box.. is still so restricting a view.. to all the emotions and sensory experiences.. that can be.. the human being come true..:)
Dear anonymous.. you provide this same advice before.. and i respond with appreciation.. for the time and effort.. that you take to provide it..
But please know that i am fully aware that fewer folks are going to read longer ‘epic poetic expressions’ in words.. images.. and videos.. that is currently what i do for the love of art.. not the expectation of anything other than the art of art..
i clarify that a number of times.. as i do now again.. in ‘the comments section’ in qualification of what i do.. along with the fact that i love to respond in micro-expression of poetic words to the inspiring words of others…
So in other words.. the only contribution that i will guess anyone will truly appreciate in the rhythm of what i am currently admitting to doing in my writing.. as epic poetic expressions of a journey of dance in life with words.. photos.. and videos.. is just the micro-expressions of poetic words.. i leave as appreciation for the inspiring words of others…
That’s enough for me.. and truly after what i go through in life.. every now.. just being alive is all i want from life..
Everything else is just icing on THAT cake…
And by the way.. overall readership of my blogs are currently skyrocketing.. as i currently author 6 blogs where the readership is currently hundreds of readers a day.. overall.. and over 1 million in the last 2 years that i am happily doing art.. AS IS NOW.. however it comes to me and not how I control it with any specific parameters of mechanical cognition…
But more than anything else from me friend to you friend.. i apologize that i frustrate you at times with what I do.. but please do try to understand it is for the sake of art that truly saves my heart.. soul.. and spirit from a death in truly MORE fully living life.. in emotional and sensory mind and body creatively and imaginatively balancing life! For and AS IS iNOW!..:)
So with that refrain.. i just do what i do.. for THE ART.. Friend.. and hope you are having a wonderful now in now…
It will not hurt my feelings if you stop visiting what i do.. if you do not have the patience for it..
as lord knows.. if i am still working..
i simply will NOT have the time to either write it or read.. it..
and certainly do not expect anything higher than that from anyone else…
i suppose it is the ‘free-timers’ that are exploding my readership among my 6 blogs.. smiles..:)
Respectfully and sincerely with love,
Yes.. tomorrow is Earth Day.. April 22nd.. 2015.. and i seriously do not think that human is God’s favorite animal.. considering how many species no longer live here now.. as a direct result of human cultural byproducts…
In fact.. when re-entering the atmosphere.. when coming back from space.. those cultural by-products.. from a distance.. do look like.. a cancer upon the earth…
If humans are not careful.. to live in balance with GOD given Nature.. as they used to in hunter and gatherer days.. as foragers and sharers.. rather than laying claim and ownership.. in rule over Earth and GOD too..
God may place an iron fist.. in a place.. that is not very comfortable for humans.. at all…
But alas.. i am human too.. so if i do not become the change i want to be.. i too.. am just as guilty.. as the other species killers.. of cultural byproduct way…
On that note.. in a brighter.. lighter way.. Love ya..:)
And hope one enjoys humans.. for the rest of the day..:)
AS best ya can.. on Earth day.. too..:)
Ah yes.. the snake is the reptile brain of us in style of cold heard hearts of survival wHere nary a line of escape can be found whEre trials of error do iLLude humans under trails of lies from love..:)
How easy it is for choice to display ignorance over knowledge.. a place of death for so many more animals than us.. to share a place of love.. in surrender to survive together as ONE race of animals as ONE..:)
Bones and blood and Blood and bones.. a case For peace is a place of Weeds to grow in stone… Ah.. the freedom is culture Undressed to feel the love Of soldiers who dare to free Hate from stones so cold…:)
A map inside for humans is already drawn.. and then comes culture to take that map away… To study life is to know innate instinct.. and now intuition alive..as one force of God asONe..:)
Ah.. yes Nature is all about the business of life.. while we worry over burned out cookies.. Nature moves on to the next rooftop of only worries in survival for now.. as is real..:)
Ah yes.. the trusting eyes never seen or not in the lines of Internet lore or Truth.. the eyes tell tales that words will never tell in lives of lies or not for hate or love in truth of cyber not living at all..:)
HA HA! so true all the lies of bleached blonde hair and tight skirts on hips of Southern Baptist 60 year-old girls.. DO TELL THE TRUTH OF SCIENCE NOW THAT THE ORIGIN OF LIFE IS LUST..:)
Ah.. yes the unfettered freedom of eights that flow and go wherever creativity without thots does thoth’s truth come true.. without thoughts of boundaries that sew heart and soul locked8..:)
Yes.. the children of dinosaurs those feathered sung ones do sing.. to fly above the rainbows of knowledge always known… To sing below the feathers of what we’ll never know to earth bound ever fly wHere dinosaurs do challenge and adapt to flow..:)
And yes.. but ynot write an octet as a limerick.. or a triolet as a violet.. or a violin as a viola or a keyboard as a typewriter of ebony and ivory flow or am i getting close enough to end this now at eight..:)
Ah.. yes the flower does peaK up through the stones of weed.. and you know what i think.. i’m getting used to this Octet thingY.. in fact this is 11 of 8 now for lucky 7 before this one of 11.. and now all i have is two lines for this one to see ya later at 8..:)
Ah.. yes GOD does know now.. as tHere is no escape from life as is in living loving it as well as we can for now.. as one race of human beings joining in on living life as is now..:)
Ah.. the skunk does not make that road to stink with sweat of asphalt killing way of mammal too strong to stay dead without hate of smell to remind us what we all have done to them..:)
Ah.. the house of nature will never be destroyed by those who love their greaTEST Mother of ALL.. but then there are the others the snakes without a heart.. who live for a life so far away from SOIuLS love..:)
Yes.. “Bill’s” alternative to ‘sex’ is a cheaper.. easier way to get along these days.. Perhaps more will learn in countries afar before over frigging population destroys more species to come..:)
Ah yes.. the Ocean is our Love and certainly pArt of our Mother.. the connection of salt water runs through our veins in arteries pumping blood as well as rivers attributing Love in connection to others in well of watered love asONe..:)
Yes.. so true the connections of before connect us to what is come of now.. and tHere is no escape from planing this existence on-board terrestrial soils of feat so bare of too often disconnecting eyes evolving no heArt of sOul expressing SpiRiT connections..:)
SH** really happens IT really does.. but when it happens all there is to do.. is cry and do a dance for the next days dance in living loving life.. until the next time IS..:)
OK it’s time for now to celebrate 18 Octets for the next number nine that is sure for now to make this 19 and nine lines too..:) but KATS do have nine lines after all.. don’t they..10..now..;)
Yes.. perhaps a new form..:) the LIVEKAT9LIVESWAY.. TO MAKE 11 LINES..
PLUS 12.. THE 18X8 ‘OTHERS’ FOR 156..:)
To be the water for Bruce Lee.. to be the air for me.. to live in soils of earth.. feet planted in feat of love is a way for me to live as tree of love as well.. as leaves of grass standing tall alive..164..:)
Ones who stop worrying about death only die one time… For others the death can be constant in life.. as worry is no life.. as fear is the progenitor of most all feelings of negativity and the strife that make like difficult for those who rarely think or feel the present now as reality true…
Ah.. to spend a life in loving Nature.. is to temper the temperament of human that rides WITHOUT LOVE of fiery will and life dominating all that is before and seen.. without regard to the only true home that is ours..
IN GROWING GARDENS OF LOVE…
Ah.. yes.. the nomads of the US otherwise known as U.S. are those who are brave enough.. wild enough to truly wanna be free.. And that melting pot although diluting.. can truly come back.. IN Renewal of Spirit of AllthaTIS…
WitH cooperation and sharing.. inSTEAD.. of HATE…
Ah the challenge of Mr.Toad’s Wild ride of life.. never a dull froggy moment is tHere ever to be.. life.. ah.. the detours can be scary but never the less when wild-riders care more for their friends than spinning liLies.. Love can be for the grinning win…
IN complex WorldS of WorrieS.. P&F both illusory and real.. IT is often the ‘open highway’ that serves as the only introspective time to even be ‘me.. Ah.. our ancestors.. those wanderers of survival.. at least they know what IT IS like to be ‘me’.. in flowNow with Nature’s beauty and challenge wOnE…
Truly to literally travel as humans in the golden spiral flow of moving like planets around Suns.. is a way to truly be one with Nature.. in balance tRuly wOnE.. without rules of Culture.. Innate Instinct..and Intuition flows win iNOW…
one step at a now.. as balanced human beings
need not seek to rape our environment…
YES.. ironically enough.. the tribal instinct that makes up most of the old patriarchal manufactured Abrahamic Tribal leaning GOD.. is The overall downfall of HUman now.. IN DEATH TO the surrounding living ecosphere as well…IN PART…
Ah.. but perhaps with freedom of information..
sooner or LATE.. the truth will come out..
but alas the tribal instinct will go on..
as that too.. is part
of ‘our’ inherent nature
Earth day is truly
every EARTH day for me..
and i aim on saving THE EARTH
WITH OR WITHOUT
the help of ‘HUMANS’..
in every unconventional way..
that no one has potentiAlly thought or felt before.. smiles..
And so far.. i’ve been underestimated falsely..
all too many times before…
Haha.. i am an Allahgater.. or non-gater.. as it were… i tRuly enjoy ‘these’ ‘prompts’ in a playful way.. and i suppose if more of us play instead of just pray.. tHere is hope after all is prayed and played..:)
Hmm.. i think i do a new form.. or is it the essence of an ‘old one’
i ‘guess’ the ‘short’ ‘answer’ IS.. i treasure the gift of life from the ALL Natural GOD that IS.. and i respect THAT gift in being all i can be in every imaginable and creative wayS to JUST do THAT.. IN A CREATIVE flow of lucid dreaming life REAL.. AS IS FOR NOW.. IN WHAT i can CURRENtLY view.. as TRUTH AS LIGHT..
IN ALL the tints of black and white.. light AND DARK.. and multi-colored hues that COMES IN…
AND.. i also Love to share all that i do.. with never expectation of receiving.. or limitation of giving.. set forth by old ways.. to control human freedoms.. with the caveat of course .. OF never intentionally harming or taking advantage purposefully..
to take away the TRUE WILL OF UNDER AND OVER LOVE
TO give UNCONDITIONAL Love IS the greaTEST… TO KEEP giving ‘U’ LOVE and never stopping in NOW.. is the TEST.. i WiLL to pass for NO W
I am a powerful believer in the Interdependent Relationship of ALL THAT IS biggest and smallest..
from the Alpha to the Omega..
wHere the wings of a butterfly
can change the world..
and words… short or long..
and emotion and reason too as
A disabled boy watering a sapling that
becomes a beautiful tree that inspires the
Love of a great political leader who helps to save
the world… with the assistance of other helpers too…
So yes.. even the leaves of trees can help save the world…
There is no effort to save the world that is too small.. but none…
We live in a world where nearly half an overpopulating species of humans
are required to mate and have children whether IT’s tHeir nature expressed or not..
And if one or two children is enough.. the ‘regulations’ of these ‘Religions’ require
MORE infants until one can no longer reproduce.. WitH stress coming with that…
Sure.. there are days where ‘more’ is better for social cooperation and survival..
But those days are gone.. and truly the REAL GOD OF NATURE REQUIRES
CHANGE FOR SURVIVAL.. TO go AGAINST THE GOD OF NATURE TRULY
IS TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.. AND WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT
THAT FOLKS START LISTENING TO THE MESSAGES OF
THE GOD OF NATURE THAT COME THROUGH
ALL REAL INNATE INSTINCT AND
INTUITION wHere GOD lives
PERHAPS A GREAtest
microcosm of this is the idea
it’s not about ‘me’.. but about a savior..
per one man who is required to come back
and save the world.. yes.. the Southern Baptist
Church Shirts where children of GOD are taught that
GOD is somewhere else other than within ‘ME’ AND TRULY
THE SADDEST PART OF ALL.. IS EVEN HISTORICAL RECORDS NOW INDICATE THAT THE REAL MAN JESUS IF EXISTING THEN.. IS
MORE LIKE A HUMBLE YOGI/NATURIST.. LOOKING TO THE GOD OF NATURE
FOR ANSWERS TO SET HIS PEOPLE FREE THEN.. FROM THE ILLUSIONS OF GOD LIVING
SOMEWHERE ELSE FOSTERED BY ‘CONTROL FREAKS’ WHO JUST WANT TO DOM i nate other
humans through illusory oppressing ideologies to repress and oppress GOD GIVEN HUMAN NATURE .. PARTICULARLY REPRODUCTIVE FREEDOMS FOR
ILLUSORY SELFISH GENE IDEOLOGY.. AND OF COURSE SUB-
JUGATION THROUGH ILLUSORY FEARS
From a perspective of Human Freedoms.. more fully expressed.. as GOD given Nature..
the U.S. and other tRuly freeR countries are countries that are the metaphor ‘Israel’..
as providing a place for truly FREEr children of THAT ALL Natural FREE God of
Slavery.. per the lack of freedom.. comes in all colors..
many national origins.. and
AND.. the full spectrum
in gender and sexuality as well…
With a full-blooded Sioux
Great Great Grandfather..
and Cherokee in another Maternal parent line..
my spiritual roots are more indigenous with NATURE
like the American Indians than any book of God I know..
But never the less.. all religions are interesting to me..
comprised of what i see as truth and mis-truths..
but truly i cannot find anything incorrect..
WITH a Love of Nature equal to GOD.. and the GOD that is Nature as well…
The world CAN be a much better place if we live in balance with Mother Earth.. like the really smart indigenous matriarchal leaning peoples do and did.. before becoming adulterated by materialistic collecting and dominating patriarchal cultures/religions.. in all forms that comes in.. as not so well for either all people as equals.. or Nature as our parent as IS for
and in NOW…
Where thE heArT LiVeS
tHeRe IS alWays blesSings..:)
And that IS certainLY the case
in ALL ARTS we as huWOmAn
beIngs have tiMe to enJoy and OR CREATE OR AND MUSE AS LOVE FOR ALL our felLow woHUmAN BEinGs; wITh ART OR NOT AS NO LiVinG CREa- TURE IS UN- iMpOR- TaNT iN ThEIR CON-TRi- BuTiON TO ALLaH WhOLE IN AND AS anD WitH UN-CON- DiTiON aL LOVE…
Ah.. the sensate and emotional delight of the love of human being.. a greater connection than this the world has likely never known or felt..:)
Ah.. yes.. the ground hogs of the open world.. do not flee at sighs of human being.. they live free as all of nature can and will do.. when simply being free..:)
The song of the bees ..a refrain of silencing echoes that foretells stories of woes.. but when bees and birds and humans sing together the world can be one abuzz and song.. of love in words of honey.. too.. and doing..AS WELL..:)
Ah.. the dream of the life in invisible dreams to share the dream of Love with another LIFE.. and then when years pass.. even with ‘perfect’ LOVE one can find out
THAT INVISIBLE LOVE IS always real inside and never dies..:)
So MY hope for you for NOW.. is THAT INVISIBLE IS REAL.. AS truly IT can be TRUTH..:)
IN LIGHT OF heArt and soul expressed as SPIRiT JUST LIKE you do HERE..:)
I know this feeling
from Church.. the boy with the bright and smiling face.. the snickers behind me as i walk freely and gracefully to be me as i am for LOVE.. and no matter what I am
this makes me just as angry as you.. at the hypocrisy that never loves as humans truly are born to do..:)
Ah… the Indians who understand that horses are humans are the Indians who know how to tame the love with the wild of both horses and humans too..:)
To be wild without love or to be love without wild is never to be the HORse of TRUTH..:)
Ah.. the new age of art appears.. before spreadsheets exist.. when formulas for art become the science and art dies in the machine of the human mind..
And i for one am changing that one dance step.. word.. and photograph at A time AND Much MORE ALL FREE VERSE BABY ALL THE TIME TO COME.. for the LoVE of NEWNOW in truly FREE CREATIVE AND YES! PRODUCTIVE HUMAN SPIRIT.. that never lives for the rewards of the pleasures of others.. alone…:) instead
never alone AS FREEART..:) with an H to end
that SONG- ET of LIFE..:)
So true.. there is no strength like the stream of human tears that can melt the strongest iron of diamond death in life…:)
Ah.. to be
in now.. and to count
those blessings as the poetry of life.. IN words and other visual and sensual feeling symbols
of human heart and soul of expression..In SPIRiT is a note of time worth sharing for those with eyes and ears to FEEL and LOVE.. for NOW..:)
Ah.. the humans and not the horses.. can sometimes never know the water of life led to that water or NoT.. as they simply cannot feel the refreshing cool of satisfaction IN unconditional waters of LOVE.. And a CHANGE OF HEaRT FELT CULTURE And a ‘religion’ of Unconditional LOVE AS WHOLE.. IS THE ONLY MEDICINE FOR THAT.. REGARDLESS OF THE HORSE ‘WHO SPEAKS’ ‘JUST’ THAT..:)
Ah.. the beauty of an immune system gone strong and wild.. too much for the nature of human as is.. but the bright side of allergies are.. cancer does not usually stand as great a chance against a sneeze with allergies like that.. and yes..
science suggests.. that in part..
that’s actually TRUTH..:) So yeah.. perhaps sneezes and itchy eyes are a minor annoyance in the scales of eyes in human suffering.. overall.. i guess..:)
So yeah.. summarizing.. be careful what one wishes for.. is a mystery to behold.. and to get a hold of.. in what works for what..:) in extremely mysterious keeping us always on our toes… per God’s Nature at least..:)
Ah..the world of action vs the world of talking.. i’ll take the world of action as soon as i can quit talking for now..:) And ‘just do it’.. instead..:) Even if i have to use NIKE shoes to do it..:)
Ah yes.. i’s takes my kitty kat to the vet.. And no tame pet is that kit kat at all.. in fact is met with chocolate kisses from sweet vet ladies who kat meets wherever his gold fur and green eyes go..:)
Ah.. there is a day when i too.. find a perpetual ground hog day.. but truly.. like the movie that becomes pain in another ground hog day.. AKA Aghogday.. And it’s not a movie.. it’s true.. one can google it and see this ground hog now changes..:)
There is a balance in all things.. we can learn from the Amish way and they can learn from us.. but without the tween there is not much hope for understanding..:)
Lovely the spring is in renewing resurrection of life.. the New Year is also mine in refreshing flowers of creating loving living Spring..:)
of pink.. swirling all about
in dragons of wind.. are the Cherry Trees intent of loving.. dragons as much or more than living color..:)
Ah yes.. the lantern is within.. not a guiding ship of powered lore to wield lighthouses
of fear and
MATERIALS collected galore.. or to withhold the fruits of loins.. to only those with.. the rice to pay for what once is.. just another animal set free.. to be ME.. shining the only light that counts.. in SELF AND OTHERS empowering strength.. lOVE.. and FREEDOM..:)
Ah.. yes.. the stone grey eyes of the bullies of life.. inspire me too.. to fly higher and higher in the free air of life.. first there is darkness and then there is light.. then there is dance or movement.. that inspires sound or song.. to FIRE the standing 8 of infinity continuing now.. and then there is the hate of 8.. that like the darkness at the beginning and the end.. keeps life going for those who live in dark and light.. ah.. but the light place is a joy that the hate will never know now.. And the now of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
can be no better or worse inspired by light or dark..:)
Yes.. the ingredients of poetry are one and same as what makes life worth living in death or life in life or death.. in love or loss as loss in loving love… And then there is the flow.. that comes from deep.. never knowing any of the ingredients in thoughts alone.. the truest fires of imagination and creativity know no ingredients but free…:)
Ah.. the wild and free cat with senses and emotions.. sparked to jump.. at the slightest moves for survival.. knows no fog alone in feeling and sensing the differences.. that can hide moves more invisible.. from the prey of mice… or the predator of dog.. in a circle that only knows life.. in fog or not..:)
And truly the reality is.. we too are the eye of the eagle.. take away the abstract written language.. culture and religion and we too are children of the God of Nature honed in for survival and cooperation with the eye of the eagle and tiger… always ready for the challenge of now… that is survival for life…
How far we have come and how far we are lost…
no longer are many the eye of the eagle or tiger free…:)
Oh so true.. the testimony of nature needs no book.. the truth is all out there.. for those who sense and feel.. the life of ONE is IN the flower.. the bird.. the grain of sand.. in songs of love.. that all move us in body and mind in love.. the balance of nature.. can truly be us..
as WELL being ALIVE as well..:)
The lesson of life lived deep well.. in grief and joy.. is to find that love we think is out there.. inside us true.. never ever losing love again..
in truth again.. and then all there is to give.. as the chalice of love..
is one never held bound buy metal of gold.. the gold of love is living inside of us.. let no man or woman take away.. what cannot be found outside.. from living love.. the cup that is overflowing.. is
Ah.. yes.. life at the top of the pyramid.. failing to realize that it is the stones below.. that hold one
Atom to Atom.. Molecule to Molecule H20 to H20… ASFORCE WILL NEVER get beat by either C-P30 or R2D2 or even Microsoft whatever version it is now.. as i use iMAC-X..;)
The tribal outlines of death go so deep in the memories held so close of ancestors so brave that make that way for us to live as now..:)
Of all the anxieties of life that loveless countries.. parents.. and peers.. can bring.. of social abuse.. and subjugating fears of materialistic and power gains.. of oppressing and repressing human nature.. particularly reproductive freedoms.. the BEcause does comes back most always to a deficit of LOVE..:)
To feel.. to sense.. is the best evidence of all.. and without it.. life is rarely worth living.. no matter light or dark..:)
TRuLY the world WiLL be A lonely place without U.. as withot U there can only be TRLY TRTH.. with jST io’s and no U.. 4i and o and no jstice 4 U..;)
Ah.. yes.. the struggle of life is not ending.. it always is beginning and never ending.. and that is light.. as struggle makes for strong and sleep with peace.. wHere dark is light..:)
Yes.. the modern new of now.. is the same now of old.. as new is birth and yesterday and tomorrow is always death that cannot truly exist for now..:)
Truly.. the challenge is in the thaw of frozen winters that grow.. oh so cold.. in the heat of humidity that can wither the best curls of a midnight prose.. in loving life.. yet.. it’s all a moot point if one is a Wild Toad in Florida..;)
Ah.. yes.. to be from as many places as possible and to go always to the next new place as possible is to grow and grow and grow.. and never grow up..:)
i suppose the best day of dying.. is to realize we really lived.. anything else.. must be sad..as far as i can see for NOW..:)
The rain of emotion in all forms it storms.. in light and dark and negative and positive.. is always better than the reins of reign of hearts and souls expressing spiRit.. that no longer dances.. sings or flows in tears of life…:)
Every sadness reminds me i am alive.. i’d rather die that not feel sadness again.. in death of life..:)
And thanks for that pregnant poem.. as you just help me finish.. writing 37 poetic expressions to the rest.. as inspiration comes.. wHere inspiration flows and grows.. in unrelenting practice of life.. growing now.. in just letting go…:)
the quiet moments of harmony of emotions and senses
that come with a mind and body in balance in the most wonderful animal present of now..
And we humans are so truly distracted now.. by a full platter served up now.. almost from birth.. of cultural noise and images that keep us in the plays of someone else’s directed life instead of creating our own..
as life is recorded in associations with the past through material goods and other cognitive symbols of the mind AS well as constant worry over what can be multiplied by all the illusory fears we feed our minds.. for an illusory mind of the future
THAT IS often steeped in FEAR…
For me the practice of dance and creativity in all ‘free verse’ forms takes me into the peace of present but truly to escape mind distractions are easiest for me with free flowing dance..
where emotions.. senses.. become regulated.. and integrated.. as a ‘wholistic’ human animal rather than a life spent in head with a disconnect of the body that is mind too..:)
Ah.. ‘thanks’ for ‘sharing’ all ‘these’ beautiful ‘photos
of South America’ and the ‘natives there’ are certainly as beautiful as the ‘landscape’..
as the indigenous wild spirit of life can be so alive in these lands farthest away from the ‘start’.. as the nomads with ‘wilder’ genes among us travel farther to gain the greatest fruits of life…
But anyway.. my dream is always to marry a woman like ‘that’ so the Pacific Islander part of that still remains true for me.. as there is nothing more beautiful to me than the exotic wild of indigenous beauty
I love ‘your’ honesty.. and particularly in the world of online poetry that is certainly inhabited by the more conservative aspect of the introverted style of life.. which is naturally greater spent in introspective mind than body..
where rarely one travels to a place where one can even see the bright eye souls of what precedes words of free verse stream of creative conscious beauty or a science of words with intent of beauty…
I can honestly say.. the times in my life where I feel.. and yes.. look at myself as the oldest are in college in a life of straight A perfectionist way of books.. instead of flesh and blood life as a ‘normal’ human being..
for me as a natural extrovert…
And then again.. decades later as a government administrator..
manager.. supervisor.. fine pencil pusher.. behind a computer..
with no mistakes allowed for survival…
And yes.. I am and can be
somewhat bluntly honest too..
and hold nothing back of
the beauty that can be
a life spent
in positive emotion
in mind and body balance
that creates the greatest human potential
of what humans are overall evolved to be..
AS socially cooperative feeling flesh and blood animals who innately
instinctually and intuitively communicate with non-verbal flesh and blood language..
particularly innate reproductive attractions that are built into our genes for the stronger protector and the more voluptuous hips and fresh faced skin…
However again.. emotional animals are we.. and to repress or lose those pro-social emotions is to become the beast.. no matter gender or age..
rather than the beauty of what
can be the socially cooperating
natural human being that lives
to connect with others
i respect the introverts of life..
as caution is certainly an attribute required
for survival and my wife who never ages
is certainly an introvert..
where i just make comments
in my latest posts
in regard to this overall topic..
as her beauty is natural.. with never make up..
or work-outs at the gym.. for that Pacific Islander genetic gift…
And I have to literally work-out like an olympic athlete
to maintain my youthful moves in appearance
that still attract young women to dance..
as I happily document
of my life..
in truly what it
means to be human..
to connect to each other
in sensual flesh and blood life..
truly no matter what age or gender…
To be alive with joy of life..
and that light shines in the eyes of joy and love
that I know no greater beauty.. as ‘ugliest’ of all can come
in dead eyes of the most perfectly symmetrical
and aesthetic pleasing rest of the body to accompany that…
And I know and feel this fully.. as I live life with illness of body and spirit in the past.. WITH those dead eyes for five years as a beast.. totally and permanently assessed.. both legally and medically as disabled..
shut-in like the ‘hunch back of Notre Dame’ and accompanied still by the beauty that is my wife.. who truly never ages ..still at age 45..
like the new movie.. the ‘Age of Adaline’.. where my wife never hesitates to report her age.. to folks who ask her.. if she’s out of college yet..:)
So yes.. thanks for posting this very interesting.. open minded.. honest.. and somewhat brave online poetic question.. with as many answers of timely synchronistic flavored interest..